THE SNOW QUEEN

THE SNOW QUEEN,标签：剑桥少儿英语故事,少儿英语小故事,http://www.xuehuiba.com

    "'Is he not yet come？'"

    "Is it Kay that you mean？" asked little Gerda.

    "I am speaking about my story——about my dream，" answered the Convolvulus.

    What did the Snowdrops say？

    "Between the trees a long board is hanging——it is a swing. Two little girls are sitting in it， and swing themselves backwards and forwards； their frocks are as white as snow， and long green silk ribands flutter from their bonnets. Their brother， who is older than they are， stands up in the swing； he twines his arms round the cords to hold himself fast， for in one hand he has a little cup， and in the other a clay-pipe. He is blowing soap-bubbles. The swing moves， and the bubbles float in charming changing colors： the last is still hanging to the end of the pipe， and rocks in the breeze. The swing moves. The little black dog， as light as a soap-bubble， jumps up on his hind legs to try to get into the swing. It moves， the dog falls down， barks， and is angry. They tease him； the bubble bursts！ A swing， a bursting bubble——such is my song！"

    "What you relate may be very pretty， but you tell it in so melancholy a manner， and do not mention Kay."

    What do the Hyacinths say？

    "There were once upon a time three sisters， quite transparent， and very beautiful. The robe of the one was red， that of the second blue， and that of the third white. They danced hand in hand beside the calm lake in the clear moonshine. They were not elfin maidens， but mortal children. A sweet fragrance was smelt， and the maidens vanished in the wood； the fragrance grew stronger——three coffins， and in them three lovely maidens， glided out of the forest and across the lake： the shining glow-worms flew around like little floating lights. Do the dancing maidens sleep， or are they dead？ The odour of the flowers says they are corpses； the evening bell tolls for the dead！"

    "You make me quite sad，" said little Gerda. "I cannot help thinking of the dead maidens. Oh！ is little Kay really dead？ The Roses have been in the earth， and they say no."

    "Ding， dong！" sounded the Hyacinth bells. "We do not toll for little Kay； we do not know him. That is our way of singing， the only one we have."

    And Gerda went to the Ranunculuses， that looked forth from among the shining green leaves.

    "You are a little bright sun！" said Gerda. "Tell me if you know where I can find my playfellow."

    And the Ranunculus shone brightly， and looked again at Gerda. What song could the Ranunculus sing？ It was one that said nothing about Kay either.

    "In a small court the bright sun was shining in the first days of spring. The beams glided down the white walls of a neighbor's house， and close by the fresh yellow flowers were growing， shining like gold in the warm sun-rays. An old grandmother was sitting in the air； her grand-daughter， the poor and lovely servant just come for a short visit. She knows her grandmother. There was gold， pure virgin gold in that blessed kiss. There， that is my little story，" said the Ranunculus.

    "My poor old grandmother！" sighed Gerda. "Yes， she is longing for me， no doubt： she is sorrowing for me， as she did for little Kay. But I will soon come home， and then I will bring Kay with me. It is of no use asking the flowers； they only know their own old rhymes， and can tell me nothing." And she tucked up her frock， to enable her to run quicker； but the Narcissus gave her a knock on the leg， just as she was going to jump over it. So she stood still， looked at the long yellow flower， and asked， "You perhaps know something？" and she bent down to the Narcissus. And what did it say？

    "I can see myself——I can see myself I Oh， how odorous I am！ Up in the little garret there stands， half-dressed， a little Dancer. She stands now on one leg， now on both； she despises the whole world； yet she lives only in imagination. She pours water out of the teapot over a piece of stuff which she holds in her hand； it is the bodice； cleanliness is a fine thing. The white dress is hanging on the hook； it was washed in the teapot， and dried on the roof. She puts it on， ties a saffron-colored kerchief round her neck， and then the gown looks whiter. I can see myself——I can see myself！"

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