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安徒生童話故事第27篇：丑小鴨The Ugly Duckling
引導(dǎo)語(yǔ)：丑小鴨的安徒生童話故事，大家知道?下面是小編收集的原文還有英譯，歡迎大家閱讀!
鄉(xiāng)下真是非常美麗。這正是夏天!小麥?zhǔn)墙瘘S的，燕麥?zhǔn)蔷G油油的。干草在綠色的牧場(chǎng)上堆成垛，鸛鳥(niǎo)用它又長(zhǎng)又紅的腿子在散著步，嚕嗦地講著埃及話①。這是它從媽媽那兒學(xué)到的一種語(yǔ)言。田野和牧場(chǎng)的周圍有些大森林，森林里有些很深的池塘。的確，鄉(xiāng)間是非常美麗的，太陽(yáng)光正照著一幢老式的房子，它周圍流著幾條很深的小溪。從墻角那兒一直到水里，全蓋滿了牛蒡的大葉子。最大的葉子長(zhǎng)得非常高，小孩子簡(jiǎn)直可以直著腰站在下面。像在最濃密的森林里一樣，這兒也是很荒涼的。這兒有一只母鴨坐在窠里，她得把她的幾個(gè)小鴨都孵出來(lái)。不過(guò)這時(shí)她已經(jīng)累壞了。很少有客人來(lái)看她。別的鴨子都愿意在溪流里游來(lái)游去，而不愿意跑到牛蒡下面來(lái)和她聊天。
最后，那些鴨蛋一個(gè)接著一個(gè)地崩開(kāi)了。“噼!噼!”蛋殼響起來(lái)。所有的蛋黃現(xiàn)在都變成了小動(dòng)物。他們把小頭都伸出來(lái)。
“嘎!嘎!”母鴨說(shuō)。他們也就跟著嘎嘎地大聲叫起來(lái)。他們?cè)诰G葉子下面向四周看。媽媽讓他們盡量地東張西望，因?yàn)榫G色對(duì)他們的眼睛是有好處的。
“這個(gè)世界真夠大!”這些年輕的小家伙說(shuō)。的確，比起他們?cè)诘皻だ锏臅r(shí)候，他們現(xiàn)在的天地真是大不相同了。
“你們以為這就是整個(gè)世界!”媽媽說(shuō)。“這地方伸展到花園的另一邊，一直伸展到牧師的田里去，才遠(yuǎn)呢!連我自己都沒(méi)有去過(guò)!我想你們都在這兒吧?”她站起來(lái)。“沒(méi)有，我還沒(méi)有把你們都生出來(lái)呢!這只頂大的蛋還躺著沒(méi)有動(dòng)靜。它還得躺多久呢?我真是有些煩了。”于是她又坐下來(lái)。
“唔，情形怎樣?”一只來(lái)拜訪她的老鴨子問(wèn)。
“這個(gè)蛋費(fèi)的時(shí)間真久!”坐著的母鴨說(shuō)。“它老是不裂開(kāi)。請(qǐng)你看看別的吧。他們真是一些最逗人愛(ài)的小鴨兒!都像他們的爸爸——這個(gè)壞東西從來(lái)沒(méi)有來(lái)看過(guò)我一次!”
“讓我瞧瞧這個(gè)老是不裂開(kāi)的蛋吧，”這位年老的客人說(shuō)，“請(qǐng)相信我，這是一只吐綬雞的蛋。有一次我也同樣受過(guò)騙，你知道，那些小家伙不知道給了我多少麻煩和苦惱，因?yàn)樗麄兌疾桓蚁滤Ｎ液?jiǎn)直沒(méi)有辦法叫他們?cè)谒镌囈辉嚒Ｎ艺f(shuō)好說(shuō)歹，一點(diǎn)用也沒(méi)有!——讓我來(lái)瞧瞧這只蛋吧。哎呀!這是一只吐綬雞的蛋!讓他躺著吧，你盡管叫別的孩子去游泳好了。”
“我還是在它上面多坐一會(huì)兒吧，”鴨媽媽說(shuō)，“我已經(jīng)坐了這么久，就是再坐它一個(gè)星期也沒(méi)有關(guān)系。”
“那么就請(qǐng)便吧，”老鴨子說(shuō)。于是她就告辭了。
最后這只大蛋裂開(kāi)了。“噼!噼!”新生的這個(gè)小家伙叫著向外面爬。他是又大又丑。鴨媽媽把他瞧了一眼。“這個(gè)小鴨子大得怕人，”她說(shuō)，“別的沒(méi)有一個(gè)像他;但是他一點(diǎn)也不像小吐綬雞!好吧，我們馬上就來(lái)試試看吧。他得到水里去，我踢也要把他踢下水去。”
第二天的天氣是又晴和，又美麗。太陽(yáng)照在綠牛蒡上。鴨媽媽帶著她所有的孩子走到溪邊來(lái)。撲通!她跳進(jìn)水里去了。“呱!呱!”她叫著，于是小鴨子就一個(gè)接著一個(gè)跳下去。水淹到他們頭上，但是他們馬上又冒出來(lái)了，游得非常漂亮。他們的小腿很靈活地劃著。他們?nèi)荚谒铮B那個(gè)丑陋的灰色小家伙也跟他們?cè)谝黄鹩巍?/p>
“唔，他不是一個(gè)吐綬雞，”她說(shuō)，“你看他的腿劃得多靈活，他浮得多么穩(wěn)!他是我親生的孩子!如果你把他仔細(xì)看一看，他還算長(zhǎng)得蠻漂亮呢。嘎!嘎!跟我一塊兒來(lái)吧，我把你們帶到廣大的世界上去，把那個(gè)養(yǎng)雞場(chǎng)介紹給你們看看。不過(guò)，你們得緊貼著我，免得別人踩著你們。你們還得當(dāng)心貓兒呢!”
這樣，他們就到養(yǎng)雞場(chǎng)里來(lái)了。場(chǎng)里響起了一陣可怕的喧鬧聲，因?yàn)橛袃蓚�(gè)家族正在爭(zhēng)奪一個(gè)鱔魚(yú)頭，而結(jié)果貓兒卻把它搶走了。
“你們瞧，世界就是這個(gè)樣子!”鴨媽媽說(shuō)。她的嘴流了一點(diǎn)涎水，因?yàn)樗蚕氤阅莻�(gè)鱔魚(yú)頭。“現(xiàn)在使用你們的腿吧!”她說(shuō)。“你們拿出精神來(lái)。你們?nèi)绻吹侥莾旱囊粋�(gè)老母鴨，你們就得把頭低下來(lái)，因?yàn)樗沁@兒最有聲望的人物。她有西班牙的血統(tǒng)——因?yàn)樗L(zhǎng)得非常胖。你們看，她的腿上有一塊紅布條。這是一件非常出色的東西，也是一個(gè)鴨子可能得到的最大光榮：它的意義很大，說(shuō)明人們不愿意失去她，動(dòng)物和人統(tǒng)統(tǒng)都得認(rèn)識(shí)她。打起精神來(lái)吧——不要把腿子縮進(jìn)去。一個(gè)有很好教養(yǎng)的鴨子總是把腿擺開(kāi)的，像爸爸和媽媽一樣。好吧，低下頭來(lái)，說(shuō)：‘嘎’呀!”
他們這樣做了。別的鴨子站在旁邊看著，同時(shí)用相當(dāng)大的聲音說(shuō)：
“瞧!現(xiàn)在又來(lái)了一批找東西吃的客人，好像我們的人數(shù)還不夠多似的!呸!瞧那只小鴨的一副丑相!我們真看不慣!”
于是馬上有一只鴨子飛過(guò)去，在他的脖頸上啄了一下。
“請(qǐng)你們不要管他吧，”媽媽說(shuō)，“他并不傷害誰(shuí)呀!”
“對(duì)，不過(guò)他長(zhǎng)得太大、太特別了，”啄過(guò)他的那只鴨子說(shuō)，“因此他必須挨打!”
“那個(gè)母鴨的孩子都很漂亮，”腿上有一條紅布的那個(gè)母鴨說(shuō)，“他們都很漂亮，只有一只是例外。這真是可惜。我希望能把他再孵一次。”
“那可不能，太太，”鴨媽媽回答說(shuō)，“他不好看，但是他的脾氣非常好。他游起水來(lái)也不比別人差——我還可以說(shuō)，游得比別人好呢。我想他會(huì)慢慢長(zhǎng)得漂亮的，或者到適當(dāng)?shù)臅r(shí)候，他也可能縮小一點(diǎn)。他在蛋里躺得太久了，因此他的模樣有點(diǎn)不太自然。”她說(shuō)著，同時(shí)在他的脖頸上啄了一下，把他的羽毛理了一理。“此外，他還是一只公鴨呢，”她說(shuō)，“所以關(guān)系也不太大。我想他的身體很結(jié)實(shí)，將來(lái)總會(huì)自己找到出路的。”
“別的小鴨倒很可愛(ài)，”老母鴨說(shuō)，“你在這兒不要客氣。如果你找到鱔魚(yú)頭，請(qǐng)把它送給我好了。”
他們現(xiàn)在在這兒，就像在自己家里一樣。
不過(guò)從蛋殼里爬出的那只小鴨太丑了，到處挨打，被排擠，被譏笑，不僅在鴨群中是這樣，連在雞群中也是這樣。
“他真是又粗又大!”大家都說(shuō)。有一只雄吐綬雞生下來(lái)腳上就有距，因此他自以為是一個(gè)皇帝。他把自己吹得像一條鼓滿了風(fēng)的帆船，來(lái)勢(shì)洶洶地向他走來(lái)，瞪著一雙大眼睛，臉上漲得通紅。這只可憐的小鴨不知道站在什么地方，或者走到什么地方去好。他覺(jué)得非常悲哀，因?yàn)樽约洪L(zhǎng)得那么丑陋，而且成了全體雞鴨的一個(gè)嘲笑對(duì)象。
這是頭一天的情形。后來(lái)一天比一天糟。大家都要趕走這只可憐的小鴨;連他自己的兄弟姊妹也對(duì)他生氣起來(lái)。他們老是說(shuō)：“你這個(gè)丑妖怪，希望貓兒把你抓去才好!”于是媽媽也說(shuō)起來(lái)：“我希望你走遠(yuǎn)些!”鴨兒們啄他。小雞打他，喂雞鴨的那個(gè)女傭人用腳來(lái)踢他。
于是他飛過(guò)籬笆逃走了;灌木林里的小鳥(niǎo)一見(jiàn)到他，就驚慌地向空中飛去。“這是因?yàn)槲姨罅?”小鴨想。于是他閉起眼睛，繼續(xù)往前跑。他一口氣跑到一塊住著野鴨的沼澤地里。他在這兒躺了一整夜，因?yàn)樗哿耍珕蕷饬恕?/p>
天亮的時(shí)候，野鴨都飛起來(lái)了。他們瞧了瞧這位新來(lái)的朋友。
“你是誰(shuí)呀?”他們問(wèn)。小鴨一下轉(zhuǎn)向這邊，一下轉(zhuǎn)向那邊，盡量對(duì)大家恭恭敬敬地行禮。
“你真是丑得厲害，”野鴨們說(shuō)，“不過(guò)只要你不跟我們族里任何鴨子結(jié)婚，對(duì)我們倒也沒(méi)有什么大的關(guān)系。”可憐的小東西!他根本沒(méi)有想到什么結(jié)婚;他只希望人家準(zhǔn)許他躺在蘆葦里，喝點(diǎn)沼澤的水就夠了。
他在那兒躺了兩個(gè)整天。后來(lái)有兩只雁——嚴(yán)格地講，應(yīng)該說(shuō)是兩只公雁，因?yàn)樗麄兪莾蓚�(gè)男的——飛來(lái)了。他們從娘的蛋殼里爬出來(lái)還沒(méi)有多久，因此非常頑皮。
“聽(tīng)著，朋友，”他們說(shuō)，“你丑得可愛(ài)，連我②都禁不住要喜歡你了。你做一個(gè)候鳥(niǎo)，跟我們一塊兒飛走好嗎?另外有一塊沼澤地離這兒很近，那里有好幾只活潑可愛(ài)的雁兒。她們都是小姐，都會(huì)說(shuō)：‘嘎!’你是那么丑，可以在她們那兒碰碰你的運(yùn)氣!”
“噼!啪!”天空中發(fā)出一陣響聲。這兩只公雁落到蘆葦里，死了，把水染得鮮紅。“噼!啪!”又是一陣響聲。整群的雁兒都從蘆葦里飛起來(lái)，于是又是一陣槍聲響起來(lái)了。原來(lái)有人在大規(guī)模地打獵。獵人都埋伏在這沼澤地的周圍，有幾個(gè)人甚至坐在伸到蘆葦上空的樹(shù)枝上。藍(lán)色的煙霧像云塊似地籠罩著這些黑樹(shù)，慢慢地在水面上向遠(yuǎn)方漂去。這時(shí)，獵狗都撲通撲通地在泥濘里跑過(guò)來(lái)，燈芯草和蘆葦向兩邊倒去。這對(duì)于可憐的小鴨說(shuō)來(lái)真是可怕的事情!他把頭掉過(guò)來(lái)，藏在翅膀里。不過(guò)，正在這時(shí)候，一只駭人的大獵狗緊緊地站在小鴨的身邊。它的舌頭從嘴里伸出很長(zhǎng)，眼睛發(fā)出丑惡和可怕的光。它把鼻子頂?shù)竭@小鴨的身上，露出了尖牙齒，可是——撲通!撲通!——它跑開(kāi)了，沒(méi)有把他抓走。
“啊，謝謝老天爺!”小鴨嘆了一口氣，“我丑得連獵狗也不要咬我了!”
他安靜地躺下來(lái)。槍聲還在蘆葦里響著，槍彈一發(fā)接著一發(fā)地射出來(lái)。
天快要暗的時(shí)候，四周才靜下來(lái)。可是這只可憐的小鴨還不敢站起來(lái)。他等了好幾個(gè)鐘頭，才敢向四周望一眼，于是他急忙跑出這塊沼澤地，拼命地跑，向田野上跑，向牧場(chǎng)上跑。這時(shí)吹起一陣狂風(fēng)，他跑起來(lái)非常困難。
到天黑的時(shí)候，他來(lái)到一個(gè)簡(jiǎn)陋的農(nóng)家小屋。它是那么殘破，甚至不知道應(yīng)該向哪一邊倒才好——因此它也就沒(méi)有倒。狂風(fēng)在小鴨身邊號(hào)叫得非常厲害，他只好面對(duì)著它坐下來(lái)。它越吹越兇。于是他看到那門上的鉸鏈有一個(gè)已經(jīng)松了，門也歪了，他可以從空隙鉆進(jìn)屋子里去，他便鉆進(jìn)去了。
屋子里有一個(gè)老太婆和她的貓兒，還有一只母雞住在一起。她把這只貓兒叫“小兒子”。他能把背拱得很高，發(fā)出咪咪的叫聲來(lái);他的身上還能迸出火花，不過(guò)要他這樣做，你就得倒摸他的毛。母雞的腿又短又小，因此她叫“短腿雞兒”。她生下的蛋很好，所以老太婆把她愛(ài)得像自己的親生孩子一樣。
第二天早晨，人們馬上注意到了這只來(lái)歷不明的小鴨。那只貓兒開(kāi)始咪咪地叫，那只母雞也咯咯地喊起來(lái)。
“這是怎么一回事兒?”老太婆說(shuō)，同時(shí)朝四周看。不過(guò)她的眼睛有點(diǎn)花，所以她以為小鴨是一只肥鴨，走錯(cuò)了路，才跑到這兒來(lái)了。“這真是少有的運(yùn)氣!”她說(shuō)，“現(xiàn)在我可以有鴨蛋了。我只希望他不是一只公鴨才好!我們得弄個(gè)清楚!”
這樣，小鴨就在這里受了三個(gè)星期的考驗(yàn)，可是他什么蛋也沒(méi)有生下來(lái)。那只貓兒是這家的紳士，那只母雞是這家的太太，所以他們一開(kāi)口就說(shuō)：“我們和這世界!”因?yàn)樗麄円詾樗麄兙褪前雮�(gè)世界，而且還是最好的那一半呢。小鴨覺(jué)得自己可以有不同的看法，但是他的這種態(tài)度，母雞卻忍受不了。
“你能夠生蛋嗎?”她問(wèn)。
“不能!”
“那么就請(qǐng)你不要發(fā)表意見(jiàn)。”
于是雄貓說(shuō)：“你能拱起背，發(fā)出咪咪的叫聲和迸出火花嗎?”
“不能!”
“那么，當(dāng)有理智的人在講話的時(shí)候，你就沒(méi)有發(fā)表意見(jiàn)的必要!”
小鴨坐在一個(gè)墻角里，心情非常不好。這時(shí)他想起了新鮮空氣和太陽(yáng)光。他覺(jué)得有一種奇怪的渴望：他想到水里去游泳。最后他實(shí)在忍不住了，就不得不把心事對(duì)母雞說(shuō)出來(lái)。
“你在起什么念頭?”母雞問(wèn)，“你沒(méi)有事情可干，所以你才有這些怪想頭。你只要生幾個(gè)蛋，或者咪咪地叫幾聲，那么你這些怪想頭也就會(huì)沒(méi)有了。”
“不過(guò)，在水里游泳是多么痛快呀!”小鴨說(shuō)，“讓水淹在你的頭上，往水底一鉆，那是多么痛快呀!”
“是的，那一定很痛快!”母雞說(shuō)，“你簡(jiǎn)直在發(fā)瘋。你去問(wèn)問(wèn)貓兒吧——在我所認(rèn)識(shí)的一切朋友當(dāng)中，他是最聰明的——你去問(wèn)問(wèn)他喜歡不喜歡在水里游泳，或者鉆進(jìn)水里去。我先不講我自己。你去問(wèn)問(wèn)你的主人——那個(gè)老太婆——吧，世界上再也沒(méi)有比她更聰明的人了!你以為她想去游泳，讓水淹在她的頭頂上嗎?”
“你們不了解我，”小鴨說(shuō)。
“我們不了解你?那么請(qǐng)問(wèn)誰(shuí)了解你呢?你決不會(huì)比貓兒和女主人更聰明吧——我先不提我自己。孩子，你不要自以為了不起吧!你現(xiàn)在得到這些照顧，你應(yīng)該感謝上帝。你現(xiàn)在到一個(gè)溫暖的屋子里來(lái)，有了一些朋友，而且還可以向他們學(xué)習(xí)很多的東西，不是嗎?不過(guò)你是一個(gè)廢物，跟你在一起真不痛快。你可以相信我，我對(duì)你說(shuō)這些不好聽(tīng)的話，完全是為了幫助你呀。只有這樣，你才知道誰(shuí)是你的真正朋友!請(qǐng)你注意學(xué)習(xí)生蛋，或者咪咪地叫，或者迸出火花吧!”
“我想我還是走到廣大的世界上去好，”小鴨說(shuō)。
“好吧，你去吧!”母雞說(shuō)。
于是小鴨就走了。他一會(huì)兒在水上游，一會(huì)兒鉆進(jìn)水里去;不過(guò)，因?yàn)樗臉幼映螅械膭?dòng)物都瞧不起他。秋天到來(lái)了。樹(shù)林里的葉子變成了黃色和棕色。風(fēng)卷起它們，把它們帶到空中飛舞，而空中是很冷的。云塊沉重地載著冰雹和雪花，低低地懸著。烏鴉站在籬笆上，凍得只管叫：“呱!呱!”是的，你只要想想這情景，就會(huì)覺(jué)得冷了。這只可憐的小鴨的確沒(méi)有一個(gè)舒服的時(shí)候。
一天晚上，當(dāng)太陽(yáng)正在美麗地落下去的時(shí)候，有一群漂亮的大鳥(niǎo)從灌木林里飛出來(lái)，小鴨從來(lái)沒(méi)有看到過(guò)這樣美麗的東西。他們白得發(fā)亮，頸項(xiàng)又長(zhǎng)又柔軟。這就是天鵝。他們發(fā)出一種奇異的叫聲，展開(kāi)美麗的長(zhǎng)翅膀，從寒冷的地帶飛向溫暖的國(guó)度，飛向不結(jié)冰的湖上去。
他們飛得很高——那么高，丑小鴨不禁感到一種說(shuō)不出的興奮。他在水上像一個(gè)車輪似地不停地旋轉(zhuǎn)著，同時(shí)，把自己的頸項(xiàng)高高地向他們伸著，發(fā)出一種響亮的怪叫聲，連他自己也害怕起來(lái)。啊!他再也忘記不了這些美麗的鳥(niǎo)兒，這些幸福的鳥(niǎo)兒。當(dāng)他看不見(jiàn)他們的時(shí)候，就沉入水底;但是當(dāng)他再冒到水面上來(lái)的時(shí)候，卻感到非常空虛。他不知道這些鳥(niǎo)兒的名字，也不知道他們要向什么地方飛去。不過(guò)他愛(ài)他們，好像他從來(lái)還沒(méi)有愛(ài)過(guò)什么東西似的。他并不嫉妒他們。他怎能夢(mèng)想有他們那樣美麗呢?只要?jiǎng)e的鴨兒準(zhǔn)許他跟他們生活在一起，他就已經(jīng)很滿意了——可憐的丑東西。
冬天變得很冷，非常的冷!小鴨不得不在水上游來(lái)游去，免得水面完全凍結(jié)成冰。不過(guò)他游動(dòng)的這個(gè)小范圍，一晚比一晚縮小。水凍得厲害，人們可以聽(tīng)到冰塊的碎裂聲。小鴨只好用他的一雙腿不停地游動(dòng)，免得水完全被冰封閉。最后，他終于昏倒了，躺著動(dòng)也不動(dòng)，跟冰塊結(jié)在一起。
大清早，有一個(gè)農(nóng)民在這兒經(jīng)過(guò)。他看到了這只小鴨，就走過(guò)去用木屐把冰塊踏破，然后把他抱回來(lái)，送給他的女人。他這時(shí)才漸漸地恢復(fù)了知覺(jué)。
小孩子們都想要跟他玩，不過(guò)小鴨以為他們想要傷害他。他一害怕就跳到牛奶盤里去了，把牛奶濺得滿屋子都是。女人驚叫起來(lái)，拍著雙手。這么一來(lái)，小鴨就飛到黃油盆里去了，然后就飛進(jìn)面粉桶里去了，最后才爬出來(lái)。這時(shí)他的樣子才好看呢!女人尖聲地叫起來(lái)，拿著火鉗要打他。小孩們擠做一團(tuán)，想抓住這小鴨。他們又是笑，又是叫!——幸好大門是開(kāi)著的。他鉆進(jìn)灌木林中新下的雪里面去。他躺在那里，幾乎像昏倒了一樣。
要是只講他在這嚴(yán)冬所受到的困苦和災(zāi)難，那么這個(gè)故事也就太悲慘了。當(dāng)太陽(yáng)又開(kāi)始溫暖地照著的時(shí)候，他正躺在沼澤地的蘆葦里。百靈鳥(niǎo)唱起歌來(lái)了——這是一個(gè)美麗的春天。
忽然間他舉起翅膀：翅膀拍起來(lái)比以前有力得多，馬上就把他托起來(lái)飛走了。他不知不覺(jué)地已經(jīng)飛進(jìn)了一座大花園。這兒蘋(píng)果樹(shù)正開(kāi)著花;紫丁香在散發(fā)著香氣，它又長(zhǎng)又綠的枝條垂到彎彎曲曲的溪流上。啊，這兒美麗極了，充滿了春天的氣息!三只美麗的白天鵝從樹(shù)蔭里一直游到他面前來(lái)。他們輕飄飄地浮在水上，羽毛發(fā)出颼颼的響聲。小鴨認(rèn)出這些美麗的動(dòng)物，于是心里感到一種說(shuō)不出的難過(guò)。
“我要飛向他們，飛向這些高貴的鳥(niǎo)兒!可是他們會(huì)把我弄死的，因?yàn)槲沂沁@樣丑，居然敢接近他們。不過(guò)這沒(méi)有什么關(guān)系!被他們殺死，要比被鴨子咬、被雞群啄，被看管養(yǎng)雞場(chǎng)的那個(gè)女傭人踢和在冬天受苦好得多!”于是他飛到水里，向這些美麗的天鵝游去：這些動(dòng)物看到他，馬上就豎起羽毛向他游來(lái)。“請(qǐng)你們弄死我吧!”這只可憐的動(dòng)物說(shuō)。他把頭低低地垂到水上，只等待著死。但是他在這清澈的水上看到了什么呢?他看到了自己的倒影。但那不再是一只粗笨的、深灰色的、又丑又令人討厭的鴨子，而卻是——一只天鵝!
只要你曾經(jīng)在一只天鵝蛋里待過(guò)，就算你是生在養(yǎng)鴨場(chǎng)里也沒(méi)有什么關(guān)系。
對(duì)于他過(guò)去所受的不幸和苦惱，他現(xiàn)在感到非常高興。他現(xiàn)在清楚地認(rèn)識(shí)到幸福和美正在向他招手。——許多大天鵝在他周圍游泳，用嘴來(lái)親他。
花園里來(lái)了幾個(gè)小孩子。他們向水上拋來(lái)許多面包片和麥粒。最小的那個(gè)孩子喊道：
“你們看那只新天鵝!”別的孩子也興高采烈地叫起來(lái)：“是的，又來(lái)了一只新的天鵝!”于是他們拍著手，跳起舞來(lái)，向他們的爸爸和媽媽跑去。他們拋了更多的面包和糕餅到水里，同時(shí)大家都說(shuō)：“這新來(lái)的一只最美!那么年輕，那么好看!”那些老天鵝不禁在他面前低下頭來(lái)。
他感到非常難為情。他把頭藏到翅膀里面去，不知道怎么辦才好。他感到太幸福了，但他一點(diǎn)也不驕傲，因?yàn)橐活w好的心是永遠(yuǎn)不會(huì)驕傲的。他想起他曾經(jīng)怎樣被人迫害和譏笑過(guò)，而他現(xiàn)在卻聽(tīng)到大家說(shuō)他是美麗的鳥(niǎo)中最美麗的一只鳥(niǎo)兒。紫丁香在他面前把枝條垂到水里去。太陽(yáng)照得很溫暖，很愉快。他扇動(dòng)翅膀，伸直細(xì)長(zhǎng)的頸項(xiàng)，從內(nèi)心里發(fā)出一個(gè)快樂(lè)的聲音：
“當(dāng)我還是一只丑小鴨的時(shí)候，我做夢(mèng)也沒(méi)有想到會(huì)有這么多的幸福!”
丑小鴨英文版：
The Ugly Duckling
IT was lovely summer weather in the country, and the golden corn, the green oats, and the haystacks piled up in the meadows looked beautiful. The stork walking about on his long red legs chattered in the Egyptian language, which he had learnt from his mother. The corn-fields and meadows were surrounded by large forests, in the midst of which were deep pools. It was, indeed, delightful to walk about in the country. In a sunny spot stood a pleasant old farm-house close by a deep river, and from the house down to the water side grew great burdock leaves, so high, that under the tallest of them a little child could stand upright. The spot was as wild as the centre of a thick wood. In this snug retreat sat a duck on her nest, watching for her young brood to hatch; she was beginning to get tired of her task, for the little ones were a long time coming out of their shells, and she seldom had any visitors. The other ducks liked much better to swim about in the river than to climb the slippery banks, and sit under a burdock leaf, to have a gossip with her. At length one shell cracked, and then another, and from each egg came a living creature that lifted its head and cried, “Peep, peep.” “Quack, quack,” said the mother, and then they all quacked as well as they could, and looked about them on every side at the large green leaves. Their mother allowed them to look as much as they liked, because green is good for the eyes. “How large the world is,” said the young ducks, when they found how much more room they now had than while they were inside the egg-shell. “Do you imagine this is the whole world?” asked the mother; “Wait till you have seen the garden; it stretches far beyond that to the parson’s field, but I have never ventured to such a distance. Are you all out?” she continued, rising; “No, I declare, the largest egg lies there still. I wonder how long this is to last, I am quite tired of it;” and she seated herself again on the nest.
“Well, how are you getting on?” asked an old duck, who paid her a visit.
“One egg is not hatched yet,” said the duck, “it will not break. But just look at all the others, are they not the prettiest little ducklings you ever saw? They are the image of their father, who is so unkind, he never comes to see.”
“Let me see the egg that will not break,” said the duck; “I have no doubt it is a turkey’s egg. I was persuaded to hatch some once, and after all my care and trouble with the young ones, they were afraid of the water. I quacked and clucked, but all to no purpose. I could not get them to venture in. Let me look at the egg. Yes, that is a turkey’s egg; take my advice, leave it where it is and teach the other children to swim.”
“I think I will sit on it a little while longer,” said the duck; “as I have sat so long already, a few days will be nothing.”
“Please yourself,” said the old duck, and she went away.
At last the large egg broke, and a young one crept forth crying, “Peep, peep.” It was very large and ugly. The duck stared at it and exclaimed, “It is very large and not at all like the others. I wonder if it really is a turkey. We shall soon find it out, however when we go to the water. It must go in, if I have to push it myself.”
On the next day the weather was delightful, and the sun shone brightly on the green burdock leaves, so the mother duck took her young brood down to the water, and jumped in with a splash. “Quack, quack,” cried she, and one after another the little ducklings jumped in. The water closed over their heads, but they came up again in an instant, and swam about quite prettily with their legs paddling under them as easily as possible, and the ugly duckling was also in the water swimming with them.
“Oh,” said the mother, “that is not a turkey; how well he uses his legs, and how upright he holds himself! He is my own child, and he is not so very ugly after all if you look at him properly. Quack, quack! come with me now, I will take you into grand society, and introduce you to the farmyard, but you must keep close to me or you may be trodden upon; and, above all, beware of the cat.”
When they reached the farmyard, there was a great disturbance, two families were fighting for an eel’s head, which, after all, was carried off by the cat. “See, children, that is the way of the world,” said the mother duck, whetting her beak, for she would have liked the eel’s head herself. “Come, now, use your legs, and let me see how well you can behave. You must bow your heads prettily to that old duck yonder; she is the highest born of them all, and has Spanish blood, therefore, she is well off. Don’t you see she has a red flag tied to her leg, which is something very grand, and a great honor for a duck; it shows that every one is anxious not to lose her, as she can be recognized both by man and beast. Come, now, don’t turn your toes, a well-bred duckling spreads his feet wide apart, just like his father and mother, in this way; now bend your neck, and say ‘quack.’”
The ducklings did as they were bid, but the other duck stared, and said, “Look, here comes another brood, as if there were not enough of us already! and what a queer looking object one of them is; we don’t want him here,” and then one flew out and bit him in the neck.
“Let him alone,” said the mother; “he is not doing any harm.”
“Yes, but he is so big and ugly,” said the spiteful duck “and therefore he must be turned out.”
“The others are very pretty children,” said the old duck, with the rag on her leg, “all but that one; I wish his mother could improve him a little.”
“That is impossible, your grace,” replied the mother; “he is not pretty; but he has a very good disposition, and swims as well or even better than the others. I think he will grow up pretty, and perhaps be smaller; he has remained too long in the egg, and therefore his figure is not properly formed;” and then she stroked his neck and smoothed the feathers, saying, “It is a drake, and therefore not of so much consequence. I think he will grow up strong, and able to take care of himself.”
“The other ducklings are graceful enough,” said the old duck. “Now make yourself at home, and if you can find an eel’s head, you can bring it to me.”
And so they made themselves comfortable; but the poor duckling, who had crept out of his shell last of all, and looked so ugly, was bitten and pushed and made fun of, not only by the ducks, but by all the poultry. “He is too big,” they all said, and the turkey cock, who had been born into the world with spurs, and fancied himself really an emperor, puffed himself out like a vessel in full sail, and flew at the duckling, and became quite red in the head with passion, so that the poor little thing did not know where to go, and was quite miserable because he was so ugly and laughed at by the whole farmyard. So it went on from day to day till it got worse and worse. The poor duckling was driven about by every one; even his brothers and sisters were unkind to him, and would say, “Ah, you ugly creature, I wish the cat would get you,” and his mother said she wished he had never been born. The ducks pecked him, the chickens beat him, and the girl who fed the poultry kicked him with her feet. So at last he ran away, frightening the little birds in the hedge as he flew over the palings.
“They are afraid of me because I am ugly,” he said. So he closed his eyes, and flew still farther, until he came out on a large moor, inhabited by wild ducks. Here he remained the whole night, feeling very tired and sorrowful.
In the morning, when the wild ducks rose in the air, they stared at their new comrade. “What sort of a duck are you?” they all said, coming round him.
He bowed to them, and was as polite as he could be, but he did not reply to their question. “You are exceedingly ugly,” said the wild ducks, “but that will not matter if you do not want to marry one of our family.”
Poor thing! he had no thoughts of marriage; all he wanted was permission to lie among the rushes, and drink some of the water on the moor. After he had been on the moor two days, there came two wild geese, or rather goslings, for they had not been out of the egg long, and were very saucy. “Listen, friend,” said one of them to the duckling, “you are so ugly, that we like you very well. Will you go with us, and become a bird of passage? Not far from here is another moor, in which there are some pretty wild geese, all unmarried. It is a chance for you to get a wife; you may be lucky, ugly as you are.”
“Pop, pop,” sounded in the air, and the two wild geese fell dead among the rushes, and the water was tinged with blood. “Pop, pop,” echoed far and wide in the distance, and whole flocks of wild geese rose up from the rushes. The sound continued from every direction, for the sportsmen surrounded the moor, and some were even seated on branches of trees, overlooking the rushes. The blue smoke from the guns rose like clouds over the dark trees, and as it floated away across the water, a number of sporting dogs bounded in among the rushes, which bent beneath them wherever they went. How they terrified the poor duckling! He turned away his head to hide it under his wing, and at the same moment a large terrible dog passed quite near him. His jaws were open, his tongue hung from his mouth, and his eyes glared fearfully. He thrust his nose close to the duckling, showing his sharp teeth, and then, “splash, splash,” he went into the water without touching him, “Oh,” sighed the duckling, “how thankful I am for being so ugly; even a dog will not bite me.” And so he lay quite still, while the shot rattled through the rushes, and gun after gun was fired over him. It was late in the day before all became quiet, but even then the poor young thing did not dare to move. He waited quietly for several hours, and then, after looking carefully around him, hastened away from the moor as fast as he could. He ran over field and meadow till a storm arose, and he could hardly struggle against it. Towards evening, he reached a poor little cottage that seemed ready to fall, and only remained standing because it could not decide on which side to fall first. The storm continued so violent, that the duckling could go no farther; he sat down by the cottage, and then he noticed that the door was not quite closed in consequence of one of the hinges having given way. There was therefore a narrow opening near the bottom large enough for him to slip through, which he did very quietly, and got a shelter for the night. A woman, a tom cat, and a hen lived in this cottage. The tom cat, whom the mistress called, “My little son,” was a great favorite; he could raise his back, and purr, and could even throw out sparks from his fur if it were stroked the wrong way. The hen had very short legs, so she was called “Chickie short legs.” She laid good eggs, and her mistress loved her as if she had been her own child. In the morning, the strange visitor was discovered, and the tom cat began to purr, and the hen to cluck.
“What is that noise about?” said the old woman, looking round the room, but her sight was not very good; therefore, when she saw the duckling she thought it must be a fat duck, that had strayed from home. “Oh what a prize!” she exclaimed, “I hope it is not a drake, for then I shall have some duck’s eggs. I must wait and see.” So the duckling was allowed to remain on trial for three weeks, but there were no eggs. Now the tom cat was the master of the house, and the hen was mistress, and they always said, “We and the world,” for they believed themselves to be half the world, and the better half too. The duckling thought that others might hold a different opinion on the subject, but the hen would not listen to such doubts. “Can you lay eggs?” she asked. “No.” “Then have the goodness to hold your tongue.” “Can you raise your back, or purr, or throw out sparks?” said the tom cat. “No.” “Then you have no right to express an opinion when sensible people are speaking.” So the duckling sat in a corner, feeling very low spirited, till the sunshine and the fresh air came into the room through the open door, and then he began to feel such a great longing for a swim on the water, that he could not help telling the hen.
“What an absurd idea,” said the hen. “You have nothing else to do, therefore you have foolish fancies. If you could purr or lay eggs, they would pass away.”
“But it is so delightful to swim about on the water,” said the duckling, “and so refreshing to feel it close over your head, while you dive down to the bottom.”
“Delightful, indeed!” said the hen, “why you must be crazy! Ask the cat, he is the cleverest animal I know, ask him how he would like to swim about on the water, or to dive under it, for I will not speak of my own opinion; ask our mistress, the old woman—there is no one in the world more clever than she is. Do you think she would like to swim, or to let the water close over her head?”
“You don’t understand me,” said the duckling.
“We don’t understand you? Who can understand you, I wonder? Do you consider yourself more clever than the cat, or the old woman? I will say nothing of myself. Don’t imagine such nonsense, child, and thank your good fortune that you have been received here. Are you not in a warm room, and in society from which you may learn something. But you are a chatterer, and your company is not very agreeable. Believe me, I speak only for your own good. I may tell you unpleasant truths, but that is a proof of my friendship. I advise you, therefore, to lay eggs, and learn to purr as quickly as possible.”
“I believe I must go out into the world again,” said the duckling.
“Yes, do,” said the hen. So the duckling left the cottage, and soon found water on which it could swim and dive, but was avoided by all other animals, because of its ugly appearance. Autumn came, and the leaves in the forest turned to orange and gold. then, as winter approached, the wind caught them as they fell and whirled them in the cold air. The clouds, heavy with hail and snow-flakes, hung low in the sky, and the raven stood on the ferns crying, “Croak, croak.” It made one shiver with cold to look at him. All this was very sad for the poor little duckling. One evening, just as the sun set amid radiant clouds, there came a large flock of beautiful birds out of the bushes. The duckling had never seen any like them before. They were swans, and they curved their graceful necks, while their soft plumage shown with dazzling whiteness. They uttered a singular cry, as they spread their glorious wings and flew away from those cold regions to warmer countries across the sea. As they mounted higher and higher in the air, the ugly little duckling felt quite a strange sensation as he watched them. He whirled himself in the water like a wheel, stretched out his neck towards them, and uttered a cry so strange that it frightened himself. Could he ever forget those beautiful, happy birds; and when at last they were out of his sight, he dived under the water, and rose again almost beside himself with excitement. He knew not the names of these birds, nor where they had flown, but he felt towards them as he had never felt for any other bird in the world. He was not envious of these beautiful creatures, but wished to be as lovely as they. Poor ugly creature, how gladly he would have lived even with the ducks had they only given him encouragement. The winter grew colder and colder; he was obliged to swim about on the water to keep it from freezing, but every night the space on which he swam became smaller and smaller. At length it froze so hard that the ice in the water crackled as he moved, and the duckling had to paddle with his legs as well as he could, to keep the space from closing up. He became exhausted at last, and lay still and helpless, frozen fast in the ice.
Early in the morning, a peasant, who was passing by, saw what had happened. He broke the ice in pieces with his wooden shoe, and carried the duckling home to his wife. The warmth revived the poor little creature; but when the children wanted to play with him, the duckling thought they would do him some harm; so he started up in terror, fluttered into the milk-pan, and splashed the milk about the room. Then the woman clapped her hands, which frightened him still more. He flew first into the butter-cask, then into the meal-tub, and out again. What a condition he was in! The woman screamed, and struck at him with the tongs; the children laughed and screamed, and tumbled over each other, in their efforts to catch him; but luckily he escaped. The door stood open; the poor creature could just manage to slip out among the bushes, and lie down quite exhausted in the newly fallen snow.
It would be very sad, were I to relate all the misery and privations which the poor little duckling endured during the hard winter; but when it had passed, he found himself lying one morning in a moor, amongst the rushes. He felt the warm sun shining, and heard the lark singing, and saw that all around was beautiful spring. Then the young bird felt that his wings were strong, as he flapped them against his sides, and rose high into the air. They bore him onwards, until he found himself in a large garden, before he well knew how it had happened. The apple-trees were in full blossom, and the fragrant elders bent their long green branches down to the stream which wound round a smooth lawn. Everything looked beautiful, in the freshness of early spring. From a thicket close by came three beautiful white swans, rustling their feathers, and swimming lightly over the smooth water. The duckling remembered the lovely birds, and felt more strangely unhappy than ever.
“I will fly to those royal birds,” he exclaimed, “and they will kill me, because I am so ugly, and dare to approach them; but it does not matter: better be killed by them than pecked by the ducks, beaten by the hens, pushed about by the maiden who feeds the poultry, or starved with hunger in the winter.”
Then he flew to the water, and swam towards the beautiful swans. The moment they espied the stranger, they rushed to meet him with outstretched wings.
“Kill me,” said the poor bird; and he bent his head down to the surface of the water, and awaited death.
But what did he see in the clear stream below? His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. To be born in a duck’s nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan’s egg. He now felt glad at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy so much better all the pleasure and happiness around him; for the great swans swam round the new-comer, and stroked his neck with their beaks, as a welcome.
Into the garden presently came some little children, and threw bread and cake into the water.
“See,” cried the youngest, “there is a new one;” and the rest were delighted, and ran to their father and mother, dancing and clapping their hands, and shouting joyously, “There is another swan come; a new one has arrived.”
Then they threw more bread and cake into the water, and said, “The new one is the most beautiful of all; he is so young and pretty.” And the old swans bowed their heads before him.
Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his wing; for he did not know what to do, he was so happy, and yet not at all proud. He had been persecuted and despised for his ugliness, and now he heard them say he was the most beautiful of all the birds. Even the elder-tree bent down its bows into the water before him, and the sun shone warm and bright. Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart, “I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling.”
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