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安徒生童話故事第16篇：鸛鳥The Storks
引導(dǎo)語：關(guān)于鸛鳥的安徒生童話故事，下面是小編整理的，歡迎大家閱讀，還有英文版的。
在一個(gè)小城市的最末尾的一座屋子上，有一個(gè)鸛鳥窠。鸛鳥媽媽和她的四個(gè)小孩子坐在里面。他們伸出小小的頭和小小的黑嘴——因?yàn)樗麄兊淖爝�沒有變紅。在屋脊上不遠(yuǎn)的地方，鸛鳥爸爸在直直地站著。他把一只腳縮回去，為的是要讓自己嘗點(diǎn)站崗的艱苦。他站得多么直，人們很容易以為他是木頭雕的。他想"我的太太在她的窠旁邊有一個(gè)站崗的，可有面子了。誰也不會(huì)知道，我就是她的丈夫。人們一定以為我是奉命站在這兒的。這可真是漂亮!"于是他就繼續(xù)用一只腿站下去。
在下邊的街上，有一群小孩子在玩耍。當(dāng)他們一看到鸛鳥的時(shí)候，他們中間最大膽的一個(gè)孩子——不一會(huì)所有的孩子——就唱出一支關(guān)于鸛鳥的古老的歌。不過他們只唱著他們所能記得的那一點(diǎn)：
鸛鳥，鸛鳥，快些飛走;
去呀，今天是你待在家里的時(shí)候。
你的老婆在窠里睡覺，
懷中抱著四個(gè)小寶寶。
老大，他將會(huì)被吊死，
老二將會(huì)被打死，
老三將會(huì)被燒死，
老四將會(huì)落下來跌死!
“請(qǐng)聽這些孩子唱的什么東西!"小鸛鳥們說。"他們說我們會(huì)被吊死和燒死!”
“你們不要管這些事兒!"鸛鳥媽媽說，"你們只要不理，什么事也不會(huì)有的!”
小孩子繼續(xù)唱著，同時(shí)用手指著鸛鳥。只有一位名字叫彼得的孩子說譏笑動(dòng)物是一樁罪過，因此他自己不愿意參加。
鸛鳥媽媽也安慰著她的孩子。"你們不要去理會(huì)這類事兒。"她說，"你們應(yīng)該看看爸爸站得多么穩(wěn)，而且他還是用一條腿站著!”
“我們非常害怕。"小鸛鳥們齊聲說，同時(shí)把頭深深地縮進(jìn)窠里來。
第二天孩子們又出來玩耍，又看到了這些鸛鳥。他們開始唱道：
老大將會(huì)被吊死，
老二將會(huì)被打死——
“我們會(huì)被吊死和燒死嗎?"小鸛鳥們說。
“不會(huì)，當(dāng)然不會(huì)的，"媽媽說。"你們將會(huì)學(xué)著飛;我來教你們練習(xí)吧。這樣我們就可以飛到草地上去，拜訪拜訪青蛙;他們將會(huì)在水里對(duì)我們敬禮，唱著歌：'呱!——呱!呱——呱!'然后我們就把他們吃掉，那才夠痛快呢!”
“那以后呢?"小鸛鳥們問。
“以后所有的鸛鳥——這國家里所有的鸛鳥——將全體集合攏來;于是秋天的大演習(xí)就開始了。這時(shí)大家就好好地飛，這是非常重要的。誰飛得不好，將軍就會(huì)用嘴把他啄死。所以演習(xí)一開始，他們就要好好地學(xué)習(xí)。”
“到那時(shí)候，像小孩子們唱的一樣，我們就會(huì)被打死了：——聽吧，他們又在唱了。”
“你們要聽我的話，不要聽他們的話，"鸛鳥媽媽說，"在這次大演習(xí)以后，我們就要飛到溫暖的國度里去，遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)地從這兒飛走，飛過高山和樹林。我們將飛到埃及去。那兒有三角的石頭房子——這些房子的頂是尖的，高高地伸到云層里去。它們名叫金字塔，它們的年齡比鸛鳥所能想象的還要老。這個(gè)國度里有一條河。有時(shí)它溢出了河床，弄得整個(gè)國家全是泥巴。這時(shí)我們就可以在泥巴上走，找青蛙吃。”
“哦!"所有的小鸛鳥齊聲說。
“是的!那地方真舒服!人們整天什么事情都不必做，只是吃喝。當(dāng)我們?cè)谀莾合砀５臅r(shí)候，這兒的樹上連一片綠葉子也沒有。這兒的天氣是那么冷，連云塊都凍成了小片，落下來像些稀爛的白布片!”
她的意思是指雪，不過她沒有辦法表達(dá)清楚。
“頑皮的孩子也會(huì)凍成小片么?"小鸛鳥們問。
“不，他們不會(huì)凍成小片的;不過他們跟那也差不多了。
他們得待在黑房間里，愁眉苦臉。相反地，你們卻飛到外國去，那兒的花香，有溫暖的太陽光!”
這次以后，有一段時(shí)間過去了。小鳥已經(jīng)長得很大，可以在窠里站起來，并且遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)地向四周眺望。鸛鳥爸爸每天飛回來時(shí)總是帶著好吃的青蛙、小蛇以及他所能尋到的鸛鳥吃的山珍海味。啊!當(dāng)他在他們面前玩些小花樣的時(shí)候，他們是多么高興啊!他把頭一直彎向尾巴上去，把嘴弄得啪啪地響，像一個(gè)小拍板。接著他就講故事給他們聽——全是關(guān)于沼澤地的故事。
“聽著，現(xiàn)在你們得學(xué)著飛!"有一天鸛鳥媽媽說。四只小鸛鳥也得走出窠來，到屋脊上去。啊，他們走得多么不穩(wěn)啊!他們把翅膀張開來保持平衡。雖然如此，還是幾乎摔下來了。
“請(qǐng)看著我!"媽媽說。"你們要這樣把頭翹起來!你們要這樣把腳伸開!一、二!一、二!你要想在這世界上活下去就得這樣!”
于是她飛行了短短的一段距離。這些小鸛鳥笨拙地跳了一下。砰!——他們落下來了。因?yàn)樗麄兊纳眢w太重了。
“我不要飛了!"一只小鸛鳥說，同時(shí)鉆進(jìn)窠里去，"飛不到溫暖的國度里去我也不在乎!”
“當(dāng)冬天來了的時(shí)候，你想在這兒凍死嗎?你想讓那些小孩子來把你吊死，燒死，烤焦嗎?我現(xiàn)在可要叫他們來啦!”
“哦，不要叫吧!"這只小鸛鳥說，同時(shí)像別的小鸛鳥一樣，又跳到屋頂上來了。到第三天他們能夠真正飛一點(diǎn)了。于是他們就以為他們可以在空中坐著，在空中休息了。他們?cè)嚵艘幌拢墒?mdash;—砰!——他們翻下來了，所以他們又得趕忙拍著翅膀。現(xiàn)在小孩子們又走到街上來了。他們唱著歌：
鸛鳥，鸛鳥，快些飛走!
“我們飛下去把他們的眼珠啄出來好嗎?"小鸛鳥們問。
“不可以，"媽媽說，"讓他們?nèi)グ?聽我的話——這是更重要的事情!一、二、三!——現(xiàn)在我們可以向右飛!一、二、三!——現(xiàn)在我們可以向左繞著煙囪飛!看，這樣飛好多了!
你們的翅膀最后拍的那一下子非常好，非常利落，明天我可以準(zhǔn)許你們和我一道到沼澤地去!有好幾個(gè)可愛的鸛鳥家庭帶著孩子到那兒去，讓我看看，我的孩子最漂亮。把頭昂起來，這樣才好看，這樣才得到別人欽佩!”
“不過，對(duì)那幾個(gè)頑皮的孩子，我們不報(bào)復(fù)他們一下么?”
小鸛鳥們問。
“他們要怎樣叫就讓他們?cè)鯓咏邪伞．?dāng)他們凍得發(fā)抖的時(shí)候，當(dāng)他們連一片綠葉子或一個(gè)甜蘋果也沒有的時(shí)候，你們將遠(yuǎn)走高飛，飛到金字塔的國度里去。”
“是的，我們要報(bào)復(fù)一下!"他們互相私語著，于是他們又開始練習(xí)。
在街上的這些頑皮孩子中，最糟糕的是那個(gè)最喜歡唱挖苦人的歌子的孩子。歌就是他帶頭唱起來的，而且他還是一個(gè)非常小的孩子哩。他還不到六歲。小鸛鳥們無疑地相信他有一百歲，因?yàn)樗塞X鳥爸爸和媽媽不知要大多少。事實(shí)上他們?cè)趺磿?huì)知道小孩子和大人的歲數(shù)呢?他們要在這個(gè)孩子身上報(bào)仇，因?yàn)閹ь^唱歌的就是他，而且他一直在唱。小鸛鳥們非常生氣。他們?cè)介L大，就越不能忍受這種歌。最后媽媽只好答應(yīng)準(zhǔn)許他們報(bào)仇，但是必須等到他們住在這國家的最后一天才能行動(dòng)。
“我們得先看一看你們?cè)谶@次大演習(xí)中的表現(xiàn)怎樣?如果你們的成績很壞，弄得將軍不得不用嘴啄你們的前胸，那么那些小孩子說的話就是對(duì)的了，至少在某一方面是如此!我們看吧!”
“是的，你看吧!"小鸛鳥們齊聲說。于是他們把一切氣力都拿出來。他們每天練習(xí)，飛得那么整齊和輕松，即使看看他們一眼都是快樂的事情。
現(xiàn)在秋天到來了。所有的鸛鳥開始集合，準(zhǔn)備在我們過冬的時(shí)候，向溫暖的國度飛去。這是一次演習(xí)!他們得飛過樹林和村子，試試他們究竟能飛得多好。它們知道這是一次大規(guī)模的飛行。這些年輕的鸛鳥們做出了很好的成績，得到了"善于捉青蛙和小蛇"的評(píng)語。這要算是最高的分?jǐn)?shù)了。他們可以吃掉青蛙和小蛇，實(shí)際上他們也這樣做了。
“現(xiàn)在我們要報(bào)仇了!"他們說。
“是的，一點(diǎn)也不錯(cuò)!"鸛鳥媽媽說，"我現(xiàn)在想出了一個(gè)最好的主意!我知道有一個(gè)水池，里面睡著許多嬰孩。他們?cè)诘却X鳥來把他們送到他們的父母那兒去①。這些美麗的嬰孩在睡著做些甜蜜的夢(mèng)——做了些他們今后不會(huì)再做到的甜蜜的夢(mèng)。所有的父母都希望能得到這樣一個(gè)孩子，而所有的孩子都希望有一個(gè)姊妹或兄弟。現(xiàn)在我們可以飛到那個(gè)池子里去，送給那些沒有唱過討厭的歌或譏笑過鸛鳥的孩子每人一個(gè)弟弟或妹妹。那些唱過的孩子一個(gè)也不給!”
①根據(jù)在丹麥流行的一個(gè)傳說，嬰孩都是鸛鳥在母親分娩時(shí)送來的。
“不過那個(gè)開頭唱的孩子——那個(gè)頑皮的丑孩子!"小鸛鳥們都叫出聲來，"我們應(yīng)該對(duì)他怎樣辦?”
“那個(gè)池子里還有一個(gè)死孩子——一個(gè)做夢(mèng)做死了的孩子。我們就把這個(gè)孩子送給他吧。那么他就會(huì)哭，因?yàn)槲覀儙Ыo他一個(gè)死了的小弟弟，不過那個(gè)好孩子——你們還沒有忘記過他吧——他說過：'譏笑動(dòng)物是一樁罪過!'我們將特地送給他一個(gè)弟弟和妹妹。因?yàn)樗拿纸凶霰说茫銈兇蠹乙步斜说冒?”
她所說的這句話大家都遵從了。所有的鸛鳥都叫彼得，他們現(xiàn)在還叫這個(gè)名字哩。
①鸛鳥是一種長腿的候鳥。它經(jīng)常在屋頂上做窠。像燕子一樣，它到冬天就飛走了，據(jù)說是飛到埃及去過冬。丹麥人非常喜歡這種鳥。根據(jù)它們的民間傳說，小孩是鸛鳥從埃及送到世界來的。②按照外國人的習(xí)慣，對(duì)于親近的人用“你”而不是用“您”來稱呼。
鸛鳥英文版：
The Storks
ON the last house in a little village the storks had built a nest, and the mother stork sat in it with her four young ones, who stretched out their necks and pointed their black beaks, which had not yet turned red like those of the parent birds. A little way off, on the edge of the roof, stood the father stork, quite upright and stiff; not liking to be quite idle, he drew up one leg, and stood on the other, so still that it seemed almost as if he were carved in wood. “It must look very grand,” thought he, “for my wife to have a sentry guarding her nest. They do not know that I am her husband; they will think I have been commanded to stand here, which is quite aristocratic;” and so he continued standing on one leg.
In the street below were a number of children at play, and when they caught sight of the storks, one of the boldest amongst the boys began to sing a song about them, and very soon he was joined by the rest. These are the words of the song, but each only sang what he could remember of them in his own way.
“Stork, stork, fly away,
Stand not on one leg, I pray,
See your wife is in her nest,
With her little ones at rest.
They will hang one,
And fry another;
They will shoot a third,
And roast his brother.”
“Just hear what those boys are singing,” said the young storks; “they say we shall be hanged and roasted.”
“Never mind what they say; you need not listen,” said the mother. “They can do no harm.”
But the boys went on singing and pointing at the storks, and mocking at them, excepting one of the boys whose name was Peter; he said it was a shame to make fun of animals, and would not join with them at all. The mother stork comforted her young ones, and told them not to mind. “See,” she said, “How quiet your father stands, although he is only on one leg.”
“But we are very much frightened,” said the young storks, and they drew back their heads into the nests.
The next day when the children were playing together, and saw the storks, they sang the song again—
“They will hang one,
And roast another.”
“Shall we be hanged and roasted?” asked the young storks.
“No, certainly not,” said the mother. “I will teach you to fly, and when you have learnt, we will fly into the meadows, and pay a visit to the frogs, who will bow themselves to us in the water, and cry ‘Croak, croak,’ and then we shall eat them up; that will be fun.”
“And what next?” asked the young storks.
“Then,” replied the mother, “all the storks in the country will assemble together, and go through their autumn manoeuvres, so that it is very important for every one to know how to fly properly. If they do not, the general will thrust them through with his beak, and kill them. Therefore you must take pains and learn, so as to be ready when the drilling begins.”
“Then we may be killed after all, as the boys say; and hark! they are singing again.”
“Listen to me, and not to them,” said the mother stork. “After the great review is over, we shall fly away to warm countries far from hence, where there are mountains and forests. To Egypt, where we shall see three-cornered houses built of stone, with pointed tops that reach nearly to the clouds. They are called Pyramids, and are older than a stork could imagine; and in that country, there is a river that overflows its banks, and then goes back, leaving nothing but mire; there we can walk about, and eat frogs in abundance.”
“Oh, o—h!” cried the young storks.
“Yes, it is a delightful place; there is nothing to do all day long but eat, and while we are so well off out there, in this country there will not be a single green leaf on the trees, and the weather will be so cold that the clouds will freeze, and fall on the earth in little white rags.” The stork meant snow, but she could not explain it in any other way.
“Will the naughty boys freeze and fall in pieces?” asked the young storks.
“No, they will not freeze and fall into pieces,” said the mother, “but they will be very cold, and be obliged to sit all day in a dark, gloomy room, while we shall be flying about in foreign lands, where there are blooming flowers and warm sunshine.”
Time passed on, and the young storks grew so large that they could stand upright in the nest and look about them. The father brought them, every day, beautiful frogs, little snakes, and all kinds of stork-dainties that he could find. And then, how funny it was to see the tricks he would perform to amuse them. He would lay his head quite round over his tail, and clatter with his beak, as if it had been a rattle; and then he would tell them stories all about the marshes and fens.
“Come,” said the mother one day, “Now you must learn to fly.” And all the four young ones were obliged to come out on the top of the roof. Oh, how they tottered at first, and were obliged to balance themselves with their wings, or they would have fallen to the ground below.
“Look at me,” said the mother, “you must hold your heads in this way, and place your feet so. Once, twice, once, twice—that is it. Now you will be able to take care of yourselves in the world.”
Then she flew a little distance from them, and the young ones made a spring to follow her; but down they fell plump, for their bodies were still too heavy.
“I don’t want to fly,” said one of the young storks, creeping back into the nest. “I don’t care about going to warm countries.”
“Would you like to stay here and freeze when the winter comes?” said the mother, “or till the boys comes to hang you, or to roast you?—Well then, I’ll call them.”
“Oh no, no,” said the young stork, jumping out on the roof with the others; and now they were all attentive, and by the third day could fly a little. Then they began to fancy they could soar, so they tried to do so, resting on their wings, but they soon found themselves falling, and had to flap their wings as quickly as possible. The boys came again in the street singing their song:—
“Stork, stork, fly away.”
“Shall we fly down, and pick their eyes out?” asked the young storks.
“No; leave them alone,” said the mother. “Listen to me; that is much more important. Now then. One-two-three. Now to the right. One-two-three. Now to the left, round the chimney. There now, that was very good. That last flap of the wings was so easy and graceful, that I shall give you permission to fly with me to-morrow to the marshes. There will be a number of very superior storks there with their families, and I expect you to show them that my children are the best brought up of any who may be present. You must strut about proudly—it will look well and make you respected.”
“But may we not punish those naughty boys?” asked the young storks.
“No; let them scream away as much as they like. You can fly from them now up high amid the clouds, and will be in the land of the pyramids when they are freezing, and have not a green leaf on the trees or an apple to eat.”
“We will revenge ourselves,” whispered the young storks to each other, as they again joined the exercising.
Of all the boys in the street who sang the mocking song about the storks, not one was so determined to go on with it as he who first began it. Yet he was a little fellow not more than six years old. To the young storks he appeared at least a hundred, for he was so much bigger than their father and mother. To be sure, storks cannot be expected to know how old children and grown-up people are. So they determined to have their revenge on this boy, because he began the song first and would keep on with it. The young storks were very angry, and grew worse as they grew older; so at last their mother was obliged to promise that they should be revenged, but not until the day of their departure.
“We must see first, how you acquit yourselves at the grand review,” said she. “If you get on badly there, the general will thrust his beak through you, and you will be killed, as the boys said, though not exactly in the same manner. So we must wait and see.”
“You shall see,” said the young birds, and then they took such pains and practised so well every day, that at last it was quite a pleasure to see them fly so lightly and prettily. As soon as the autumn arrived, all the storks began to assemble together before taking their departure for warm countries during the winter. Then the review commenced. They flew over forests and villages to show what they could do, for they had a long journey before them. The young storks performed their part so well that they received a mark of honor, with frogs and snakes as a present. These presents were the best part of the affair, for they could eat the frogs and snakes, which they very quickly did.
“Now let us have our revenge,” they cried.
“Yes, certainly,” cried the mother stork. “I have thought upon the best way to be revenged. I know the pond in which all the little children lie, waiting till the storks come to take them to their parents. The prettiest little babies lie there dreaming more sweetly than they will ever dream in the time to come. All parents are glad to have a little child, and children are so pleased with a little brother or sister. Now we will fly to the pond and fetch a little baby for each of the children who did not sing that naughty song to make game of the storks.”
“But the naughty boy, who began the song first, what shall we do to him?” cried the young storks.
“There lies in the pond a little dead baby who has dreamed itself to death,” said the mother. “We will take it to the naughty boy, and he will cry because we have brought him a little dead brother. But you have not forgotten the good boy who said it was a shame to laugh at animals: we will take him a little brother and sister too, because he was good. He is called Peter, and you shall all be called Peter in future.”
So they all did what their mother had arranged, and from that day, even till now, all the storks have been called Peter.
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