安徒生童话-第205章

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pton；　and　a　frightful　steep　place　it　was；　but　the　chimney…sweep　helpedher　and　supported　her；　till　they　got　higher　and　higher。　He　showedher　the　best　places　on　which　to　set　her　little　china　foot；　so　atlast　they　reached　the　top　of　the　chimney；　and　sat　themselves　down；　forthey　were　very　tired；　as　may　be　supposed。　The　sky；　with　all　its　stars；was　over　their　heads；　and　below　were　the　roofs　of　the　town。　They　couldsee　for　a　very　long　distance　out　into　the　wide　world；　and　the　poorlittle　shepherdess　leaned　her　head　on　her　chimney…sweep's　shoulder；and　wept　till　she　washed　the　gilt　off　her　sash；　the　world　was　sodifferent　to　what　she　expected。　〃This　is　too　much；〃　she　said；　〃Icannot　bear　it；　the　world　is　too　large。　Oh；　I　wish　I　were　safe　back　onthe　table。　again；　under　the　looking　glass；　I　shall　never　be　happy　tillI　am　safe　back　again。　Now　I　have　followed　you　out　into　the　wide　world；you　will　take　me　back；　if　you　love　me。〃

Then　the　chimney…sweep　tried　to　reason　with　her；　and　spoke　ofthe　old　Chinaman；　and　of　the　Major…general…field…sergeant…manderBilly…goat's　legs；　but　she　sobbed　so　bitterly；　and　kissed　her　littlechimney…sweep　till　he　was　obliged　to　do　all　she　asked；　foolish　as　itwas。　And　so；　with　a　great　deal　of　trouble；　they　climbed　down　thechimney；　and　then　crept　through　the　pipe　and　stove；　which　werecertainly　not　very　pleasant　places。　Then　they　stood　in　the　darkfire…box；　and　listened　behind　the　door；　to　hear　what　was　going　on　inthe　room。　As　it　was　all　quiet；　they　peeped　out。　Alas！　there　lay　theold　Chinaman　on　the　floor；　he　had　fallen　down　from　the　table　as　heattempted　to　run　after　them；　and　was　broken　into　three　pieces；　hisback　had　separated　entirely；　and　his　head　had　rolled　into　a　cornerof　the　room。　The　major…general　stood　in　his　old　place；　and　appearedlost　in　thought。

〃This　is　terrible；〃　said　the　little　shepherdess。　〃My　poor　oldgrandfather　is　broken　to　pieces；　and　it　is　our　fault。　I　shall　neverlive　after　this；〃　and　she　wrung　her　little　hands。

〃He　can　be　riveted；〃　said　the　chimney…sweep；　〃he　can　be　riveted。Do　not　be　so　hasty。　If　they　cement　his　back；　and　put　a　good　rivet　init；　he　will　be　as　good　as　new；　and　be　able　to　say　as　many　disagreeablethings　to　us　as　ever。〃

〃Do　you　think　so？〃　said　she；　and　then　they　climbed　up　to　thetable；　and　stood　in　their　old　places。

〃As　we　have　done　no　good；〃　said　the　chimney…sweep；　〃we　might　aswell　have　remained　here；　instead　of　taking　so　much　trouble。〃

〃I　wish　grandfather　was　riveted；〃　said　the　shepherdess。　〃Will　itcost　much；　I　wonder？〃

And　she　had　her　wish。　The　family　had　the　Chinaman's　back　mended；and　a　strong　rivet　put　through　his　neck；　he　looked　as　good　as　new；　buthe　could　no　longer　nod　his　head。

〃You　have　bee　proud　since　your　fall　broke　you　to　pieces；〃said　Major…general…field…sergeant…mander　Billy…goat's…legs。　〃Youhave　no　reason　to　give　yourself　such　airs。　Am　I　to　have　her　or　not？〃

The　chimney…sweep　and　the　little　shepherdess　looked　piteously　atthe　old　Chinaman；　for　they　were　afraid　he　might　nod；　but　he　was　notable：　besides；　it　was　so　tiresome　to　be　always　telling　strangers　hehad　a　rivet　in　the　back　of　his　neck。

And　so　the　little　china　people　remained　together；　and　were　glad　ofthe　grandfather's　rivet；　and　continued　to　love　each　other　till　theywere　broken　to　pieces。

THE　END。

　　1872

　THE　SHEPHERD'S　STORY　OF　THE　BOND　OF　FRIENDSHIP

　　　by　Hans　Christian　Andersen

THE　little　dwelling　in　which　we　lived　was　of　clay；　but　thedoor…posts　were　columns　of　fluted　marble；　found　near　the　spot　on　whichit　stood。　The　roof　sloped　nearly　to　the　ground。　It　was　at　this　timedark；　brown；　and　ugly；　but　had　originally　been　formed　of　bloomingolive　and　laurel　branches；　brought　from　beyond　the　mountains。　Thehouse　was　situated　in　a　narrow　gorge；　whose　rocky　walls　rose　to　aperpendicular　height；　naked　and　black；　while　round　their　summitsclouds　often　hung；　looking　like　white　living　figures。　Not　a　singingbird　was　ever　heard　there；　neither　did　men　dance　to　the　sound　of　thepipe。　The　spot　was　one　sacred　to　olden　times；　even　its　name　recalled　amemory　of　the　days　when　it　was　called　〃Delphi。〃　Then　the　summits　ofthe　dark；　sacred　mountains　were　covered　with　snow；　and　the　highest；mount　Parnassus；　glowed　longest　in　the　red　evening　light。　The　brookwhich　rolled　from　it　near　our　house；　was　also　sacred。　How　well　I　canremember　every　spot　in　that　deep；　sacred　solitude！　A　fire　had　beenkindled　in　the　midst　of　the　hut；　and　while　the　hot　ashes　lay　there　redand　glowing；　the　bread　was　baked　in　them。　At　times　the　snow　would　bepiled　so　high　around　our　hut　as　almost　to　hide　it；　and　then　mymother　appeared　most　cheerful。　She　would　hold　my　head　between　herhands；　and　sing　the　songs　she　never　sang　at　other　times；　for　theTurks；　our　masters；　would　not　allow　it。　She　sang；…

〃On　the　summit　of　mount　Olympus；　in　a　forest　of　dwarf　firs；　lay　anold　stag。　His　eyes　were　heavy　with　tears；　and　glittering　with　colorslike　dewdrops；　and　there　came　by　a　roebuck；　and　said；　'What　ailestthee；　that　thou　weepest　blue　and　red　tears？'　And　the　stag　answered；'The　Turk　has　e　to　our　city；　he　has　wild　dogs　for　the　chase；　agoodly　pack。'　'I　will　drive　them　away　across　the　islands！'　cried　theyoung　roebuck；　'I　will　drive　them　away　across　the　islands　into　thedeep　sea。'　But　before　evening　the　roebuck　was　slain；　and　beforenight　the　hunted　stag　was　dead。〃

And　when　my　mother　sang　thus；　her　eyes　would　bee　moist；　andon　the　long　eyelashes　were　tears；　but　she　concealed　them　and　watchedthe　black　bread　baking　in　the　ashes。　Then　I　would　clench　my　fist；and　cry；　〃We　will　kill　these　Turks！〃　But　she　repeated　the　words　of　thesong；　〃I　will　drive　them　across　the　islands　to　the　deep　sea；　butbefore　evening　came　the　roebuck　was　slain；　and　before　the　night　thehunted　stag　was　dead。〃

We　had　been　lonely　in　our　hut　for　several　days　and　nights　whenmy　father　came　home。　I　knew　he　would　bring　me　some　shells　from　thegulf　of　Lepanto；　or　perhaps　a　knife　with　a　shining　blade。　This　time　hebrought；　under　his　sheep…skin　cloak；　a　little　child；　a　littlehalf…naked　girl。　She　was　wrapped　in　a　fur；　but　when　this　was　takenoff；　and　she　lay　in　my　mother's　lap；　three　silver　coins　were　foundfastened　in　her　dark　hair；　they　were　all　her　possessions。　My　fathertold　us　that　the　child's　parents　had　been　killed　by　the　Turks；　andhe　talked　so　much　about　them　that　I　dreamed　of　Turks　all　night。　Hehimself　had　been　wounded；　and　my　mother　bound　up　his　arm。　It　was　adeep　wound；　and　the　thick　sheep…skin　cloak　was　stiff　with　congealedblood。　The　little　maiden　was　to　be　my　sister。　How　pretty　and　brightshe　looked：　even　my　mother's　eyes　were　not　more　gentle　than　hers。Anastasia；　as　she　was　called；　was　to　be　my　sister；　because　herfather　had　been　united　to　mine　by　an　old　custom；　which　we　stillfollow。　They　had　sworn　brotherhood　in　their　youth；　and　the　mostbeautiful　and　virtuous　maiden　in　the　neighborhood　was　chosen　toperform　the　act　of　consecration　upon　this　bond　of　friendship。　So　nowthis　little　girl　was　my　sister。　She　sat　in　my　lap；　and　I　brought　herflowers；　and　feathers　from　the　birds　of　the　mountain。　We　dranktogether　of　the　waters　of　Parnassus；　and　dwelt　for　many　yearsbeneath　the　laurel　roof　of　the　hut；　while；　winter　after　winter；　mymother　sang　her　song　of　the　stag　who　shed　red　tears。　But　as　yet　Idid　not　understand　that　the　s