安徒生童話全集(中文+英文)
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IN the garden all the apple-trees were in blossom.They had hurried up to get flowers before green leaves，and in the farm-yard all the ducklings were out and the cat with them：he licked real sunshine，licked it from his own paws;and if one looked along to the field， the corn stood magnificently green，and there was a twittering and a chirping of all the little birds， as if it were a great festival， and indeed one might also say that it was so， for it was Sunday. The bells rang， and people in their best clothes went to church，and looked so well pleased;yes，there was something so pleasant about everything;it was certainly a day so warm and blessed， that one could say，“Our Lord is really very good to His people!”
But inside the church， the priest stood in the pulpit and spoke very loudly and very angrily; he said that the people were so ungodly， and that God would punish them for it， and when they died， the wicked should go down to Hell， where they should burn for ever， and he said that their worm never died，and their fire was never quenched; and never did they get peace or rest. It was terrible to hear it，and he said it so positively; he de-scribed Hell to them as a stinking hole， where all the world's filthiness flowed together， there was no air except the hot sulfur-flame， there was no bottom， they sank and sank in an everlasting silence. It was gruesome merely to listen to it，but the priest said it from the heart，and all the people in the church were quite terrified.
But outside all the little birds sang so happily，and the sun shone so warmly， it seemed as if every little flower said，“God is so very good to all of us.”Yes， outside it was certainly not as the preacher had said.
In the evening towards bedtime， the clergyman saw his wife sitting silent and thoughtful.
“What ails yon?”he said to her.
“What ails me?”said she，“I cannot collect my thoughts properly， I cannot get clearly into my head what you said， that there were so many ungodly， and that they should burn for ever; for ever， O， how long!I am only a sinful woman，but I could not bear to let even the worst sinner burn for ever;how then should our Lord be able to do it who is so infinitely good，and who knows how the evil comes both from without and from within? No， I cannot think it， even although you say it.”
It was autumn， the leaves fell from the trees;the severe， earnest priest sat by the death-bed of his wife.
“If any one should get peace in the grave and mercy from God， it is you!” said the priest， and he folded her hands and read a psalm over her body.
And she was carried to her grave;two heavy tears rolled down over the cheeks of the earnest priest; and in his house it was quiet and lonely， the sunshine was extinguished; she had gone away.
It was night;a cold wind blew over the head of the priest，he opened his eyes，and it seemed as if the moon shone into his room， but the moon was not shining; it was a figure which stood before his bed; he saw the ghost of his dead wife;she looked at him sorrowfully， it seemed as if she wanted to say something.
And the man raised himself half up，and stretched out his arms to her：“Have you not been granted eternal rest either?Do you suffer—you the best， the most pious?” And the departed one bowed her head for “Yes”， and laid her hands on her breast.
“And can I obtain rest for you in the grave?”
“Yes，”it answered him.
“And how?”
“ Give me a hair， only a single hair， from the head of the sinner whose fire will never be quenched，the sinner whom God will thrust down into everlasting punishment.”
“Yes， so easily can you be set free， you pure and pious soul!”
“Then follow me!” said the departed.“It is so vouchsafed to us. By my side you can float whither your thoughts will;unseen by men we stand in their most secret 438corners， but with steady hand you must point to the one consecrated to everlasting pain， and before cock-crow he must be found.
And quickly， as if carried by thought， they were in the great town;and from the walls of the houses shone in letters of fire the names of the deadly sins：Pride，Avarice， Drunkenness， Self-indulgence，in short， the whole seven-hued rainbow of sin.
“Yes，in there， as I thought，as I knew，” said the priest，“dwell those who are destined for eternal fire.”And they stood before the gorgeously lighted portal， where the broad stair was decorated with carpets and flowers，and dance-music sounded through the festive halls.The footman stood in silk and velvet with silver-mounted stick.
“Our ball can compare with that of the king，” said he， and he turned to the crowd on the street; from top to toe the thought shone out of him，“Poor pack， who stare in at the portal， you are common people compared with me，all of yon!”
“Pride，” said the departed one.“Do you see him?”
“Yes， but he is a simpleton， only a fool，and will not be condemned to everlasting fire and pain!”
“Only a fool! sounded through the whole house of Pride; they were all “only fools”there.
And they flew within the four bare walls of Avarice，where， lean， chattering with cold， hungry and thirsty，the old one clung to his gold with all his thoughts;they saw how he sprang from his miserable couch，as in a fever， and took a loose stone out of the wall， where gold-money lay in a stoking-leg;he fingered his patched coat into which gold pieces were sewn， and the moist fingers trembled.
“He is ill，it is madness，a joyless madness，beset with fear and evil dreams.”
And they departed in haste，and stood by the couch-Es of the criminals where they slept in long rows， side by side.
Like a wild animal， one of them started up out of his sleep，uttering a horrid shriek;he dug his pointed elbow into his comrade， who turned sleepily.
“Hold your tongue， you blockhead，and sleep!—it is the same every night!”
“Every night，” he repeated，“yes， every night he comes and howls and suffocates me.In passion have I done one thing and another， an angry mind was I born with; it has brought me here a second time;but if I have done wrong，then I have had my punishment.Only one thing have I not acknowledged. When I last came out of here and passed my master's farm，one thing and another boiled up in me，—I scratched a sulfur match along the wall， it ran a little too near the thatch of the roof， everything burned.Passion came over it， as it comes over me.I helped to save the cattle and effects.Nothing living was burned but a flock of pigeons，which flew into the fire，and the watch-dog. I had not thought of it. One could hear it howling，and that howl I always hear still，when I want to sleep，and when I fall asleep， then comes the dog， so big and shaggy; he lays himself on me， howls， presses me，and suffocates me. Then listen to what I tell you; you can snore， snore the whole night， and I not a short quarter of an hour.” And the blood shone in his eyes， he threw himself over his comrade and hit him with clenched fist in the face.
“Angry Ads has gone mad again!” was the cry round about， and the other scoundrels caught hold of him，wrestled with him，and bent him so that his head sat between his legs where they bound it fast;the blood was almost springing out of his eyes and all his pores.
“You will kill him，”shouted the priest，“the miser-able one!” And whilst he， in order to hinder them，stretched out his hand over the sinner， who already in this world suffered too severely，the scene changed;they flew through rich halls， and through poor rooms; Self-Indus-gene，Envy，all the deadly sins marched past them;an angel of judgment read their sins，their defense;this was but weak before God，but God reads the hearts，He knows everything， the evil which comes from within and from without， He who is mercy and love. The hand of the priest trembled，he dared not stretch it forth to pull a hair from the sinner's head.And the tears streamed from his eyes，like the water of mercy and love， which quench the ever-lasting fires of Hell.And the cock crew.
“Merciful God!The will give her that rest in the grave，which I have not been able to obtain.”
“I have it now!”said the dead one，“it was they hard words，they dark belief about God and His works，which drove me to the!Learn to know men;even in the wicked there is something of God，something which will triumph，and quench the fire of Hell.”
A kiss was pressed on the mouth of the priest，light beamed round about him;God's clear sun shone into the chamber， where his wife， gentle and loving， wakened him from a dream sent by God.
一個故事
花園里的蘋果樹都開了花。它們想要在綠葉沒有長好以前就趕快開出花朵。院子里的小鴨都跑出來了，貓兒也跟著一起跑出來了：他是在舔著真正的太陽光——舔著他的腳爪上的太陽光。如果你朝田野里望，你可以看到一片青翠的小麥。所有的小鳥都在吱吱喳喳地叫，好像這是一個盛大的節日似的。的確，你也可以說這是一個節日，因為這是星期天。
教堂的鐘聲在響著。大家穿著最好的衣服到教堂去，而且都顯出非常高興的樣子。是的，所有的東西都表現出一種愉快的神情。這的確是一個溫暖和幸福的日子。人們可以說：“我們的上帝對我們真好!”
不過在教堂里，站在講臺上的牧師卻是大叫大喊，非常生氣。他說：人們都不信上帝，上帝一定要懲罰他們;他們死了以后，壞的就被打入地獄，而且在地獄里他們將永遠被烈火焚燒。他還說，他們良心的責備將永遠不停，他們的火焰也永遠不滅，他們將永遠得不到休息和安靜。
聽他的這番講道真叫人害怕，而且他講得那么肯定。他把地獄描寫成為一個腐臭的地洞;世界上所有的臟東西都流進里面去;那里面除了磷火以外，一點兒空氣也沒有;它是一個無底洞，不聲不響地往下沉，永遠往下沉。就是光聽這個故事，也夠叫人心驚膽戰的了。但是牧師的這番話語是從心里講出來的，所以教堂里的聽眾都給嚇得魂不附體。
但是外面的許多小鳥卻唱得非常愉快，太陽光也非常溫暖，每一朵小花都好像在說：“上帝對我們大家太好了。”是的，外面的情形一點也不像牧師描寫得那么糟。
在晚上要睡覺的時候，牧師看見他的太太坐著一聲不響，好像有什么心事似的。
“你在想什么呢?”他問她。
“我在想什么?”她說。“我覺得我想不通，我不能同意你所講的話。你把不敬上帝的人說得那么多，你說他們要永遠受火燒的刑罰。永遠，唉，永遠到什么時候呢?連像我這樣一個有罪的女人都不忍讓最壞的惡人永遠受著火刑，我們的上帝怎么能呢?他是那么仁慈，他知道罪過的形成有內在的原因，也有外在的原因。不，雖然你說得千真萬確，我卻沒有辦法相信。”
這時正是秋天，葉子從樹上落下來。這位嚴峻和認真的牧師坐在一個死人的旁邊;死者懷著虔誠的信心把眼睛合上了。這就是牧師的妻子。
“如果說世上有一個人應該得到上帝的慈悲和墓中的安息的話，這個人就是你!”牧師說。他把他的雙手合起來，對死者的尸體念了一首圣詩。
她被抬到墓地里去，這位一本正經的牧師的臉上滾下了兩滴眼淚。他家里現在是靜寂無聲，太陽光消逝了，因為沒有了她。
這正是黑夜，一陣冷風吹到牧師的頭上來，他把眼睛睜開;這好像月亮已經照進他的房間里來了，但是并沒有月亮在照著。在他的床面前站著一個人形。這就是他的死去了的妻子的幽靈。她用一種非常悲哀的眼光望著他，好像她有一件什么事情要說似的。
他直起一半身子，把手向她伸過來：“你沒有得到永恒的安息嗎?你在受苦嗎?你——最善良的、最虔誠的人!”
死者低下頭，作為一個肯定的回答。她把雙手按在胸口。
“我能想辦法使你在墓里得到安息嗎?”
“能!”幽靈回答說。
“怎樣能呢?”
“你只須給我一根頭發，一根被不滅的火所燒著的罪人頭上的頭發——這是一個上帝要打下地獄、永遠受苦的罪人!”
“你，純潔而虔誠的人，你把得救看得這樣容易!”
“跟著我來吧!”死者說，“上帝給了我們這種力量。只要你心中想到什么地方去，你就可以從我身邊飛到什么地方去。凡人看不見我們，我們可以飛到他們最秘密的角落里去。你必須用肯定的手，指出那個注定永遠受苦的`人，而且你必須在雞叫以前就把這個人指出來。”
他們好像是被思想的翅膀托著似的，很快地就飛到一個大城市里去了。所有房子的墻上都燃著火焰所寫成的幾件大罪的名稱：驕傲、貪婪、酗酒、任性——總之，是一整條7種顏色的罪孽所組成的長虹。
“是的，”牧師說，“在這些房子里面，我相信——同時我也知道——就住著那些注定要永遠受火刑的人。”
他們站在一個燈火輝煌的、漂亮的大門口。寬廣的臺階上鋪著地毯和擺滿花朵，歡樂的大廳里飄出跳舞的音樂。侍者穿著絲綢和天鵝絨的衣服，手中拿著包銀的手杖。
“我們的舞會比得上皇帝的舞會，”他說。他向街上的人群望了一眼;他的全身——從頭到腳——射出這樣一個思想：“你們這群可憐的東西，你們朝門里望;比起我來，你們簡直是一群叫花子!”
“這是驕傲!”死者說，“你看到他沒有?”
“看到了，但是他不過是一個傻瓜，一個呆子。他不會受永恒的火刑和痛苦的。”
“他不過是一個傻子!”整個“驕傲”的屋子發出這樣的一個聲音。他們都“只不過是傻子”。
他們飛到“貪婪”的四堵墻里面去。這里有一個干瘦的老家伙，又饑又渴，凍得發抖，但是他卻聚精會神地抱著他的金子。他們看到他怎樣像發熱似地從一個破爛的睡榻上跳下來，挪開墻上一塊活動的石頭，因為那里面藏著他的裝在一只襪子里的許多金幣。他撫摸著襤褸的上衣，因為它里面也縫的有金幣;他的潮濕的手指在發抖。
“他病了。他害的是一種瘋病，一種沒有樂趣的、充滿了恐怖和噩夢的瘋病。”
他們匆忙地走開了。他們站在一批罪犯的木板床旁邊。這些人緊挨著睡成一排。
他們之中有一個人像一只野獸似地從睡夢中跳起來，發出一個可怕的尖叫聲。他用他的瘦削的手肘把他旁邊的一個人推了幾下。這人在睡夢中翻了一個身，說：
“閉住嘴吧，趕快睡呀!你每天晚上總是來這一套!”
“每天晚上?”他重復著說。“是的，他每天晚上總是來對我亂叫，折磨著我。我一發起脾氣來，不做這就要做那，我生下來就是脾氣壞的。這已經是我第二次被關在這兒了。不過，假如說我做了壞事，我已經得到了懲罰。只有一件事情我沒有承認。上次我從牢里出來的時候，從我主人的田莊附近走過，心里不知怎的忽然鬧起別扭來。我在墻上劃了一根火柴——我劃得離開草頂太近，立刻就燒起來了。火燎起來正好像脾氣在我身上發作一樣。我盡量幫忙救這屋子里的牲口和家具。除了飛進火里去的一群鴿子和套在鏈子上的看門狗以外，什么活東西也沒有燒死。我沒有想到這只狗，人們可以聽見它在號叫——我現在在睡覺的時候還能聽見它號叫。我一睡著，這只毛茸茸的大狗子就來了。它躺在我身上號叫，壓著我，使我喘不過氣來。我告訴你吧：你可以睡得打呼嚕，一整夜打呼嚕，但是我只能睡短短的一刻鐘。”
這人的眼睛里射出血絲。他倒到他的朋友身上，緊捏著一個拳頭朝他的臉上打來。
“瘋子又發作了!”周圍的人齊聲說。其余的罪犯都把他抓住，和他揪作一團。他們把他彎過來，使他的頭夾在兩腿中間，然后再把他緊緊地綁住。他的一雙眼睛和全身的毛孔幾乎都要噴出血來了。
“你們這樣會把他弄死的，”牧師大聲說，“可憐的東西!”他向這個受夠了苦的罪人身上伸出一只保護的手來;正在這時候，情景變了。他們飛過富麗的大廳，他們飛過貧窮的房間。“任性”、“嫉妒”和其他主要的“罪孽”都在他們身邊走過。一個作為裁判官的安琪兒宣讀這些東西的罪過和辯護。在上帝面前，這并不是重要的事情，因為上帝能夠洞察人的內心;他知道心里心外的一切罪過;他本身就是慈悲和博愛。牧師的手顫抖起來，他不敢伸出手在這罪人的頭上拔下一根頭發。眼淚像慈悲和博愛的水一樣，從他的眼睛里流出來，把地獄里的永恒的火滴熄了。
這時雞叫了。
“慈悲的上帝!只有您能讓她在墓里安息，我做不到這件事情。”
“我現在已經得到安息了，”死者說。“因為你說出那樣駭人的話語，你對他和他的造物感到那樣悲觀，所以我才不得不到你這兒來!好好地把人類認識一下吧，就是最壞的人身上也有一點上帝的成份——這點成份可以戰勝和熄滅地獄里的火。”
牧師的嘴上得到了一個吻，他的周圍充滿了陽光。上帝的明朗的太陽光射進房間里來。
他的活著的、溫柔和藹的妻子把他從上帝送來的一個夢中喚醒。
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