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安徒生童話故事第63篇：傷心事A Great Grief
引導語：人的一生有很多的傷心事，經歷過了，我們的人生才會更加的豐富，那么我們一起來學習下文的安徒生童話故事《傷心事》，歡迎大家閱讀!
我們現在所講的這個故事實際上分做兩部分：頭一部分可以刪掉，但是它可以告訴我們一點初步的情節——這是很有用的。
我們是住在鄉下的一個邸宅里。恰巧是主人要出去一天。在這同時，有一位太太從鄰近的小鎮里到來了。她帶著一只哈巴狗;據她說，她來的目的是為了要處理她在制革廠的幾份股子。她把所有的文件都帶來了：我們都忠告她，叫她把這些文件放在一個封套里，在上面寫出業主的地址：“作戰兵站總監，爵士”等等。
她聽我們講，同時拿起筆，沉思了一會兒，于是就要求我們把這意見又慢慢地念一次。我們同意，于是她就寫起來。當她寫到“作戰……總監……”的時候，她把筆停住了，嘆了一口氣說：“不過我只是一個女人!”
當她在寫的時候，她把那只哈巴狗放在地上。它狺狺地叫起來。她是為了它的興趣和健康才把它帶來的，因此人們不應該把它放在地上。它外表的特點是一個朝天的鼻子和一個肥胖的背。
“它并不咬人!”太太說。“它沒有牙齒。它是像家里的一個成員，忠心而脾氣很壞。不過這是因為我的孫子常常開它的玩笑的緣故：他們做結婚的游戲，要它扮做新娘。可憐的小老頭兒，這使它太吃不消了!”
她把她的文件交出去了，于是她便把她的哈巴狗抱在懷里。這就是故事的頭一部分，可以刪去。“哈巴狗死掉了!”這是故事的第二部分。
這是一個星期以后的事情：我們來到城里，在一個客棧里安住下來。
我們的窗子面對著制革廠的院子。院子用木欄柵隔做兩部。一部里面掛著許多皮革——生皮和制好了的皮。這兒一切制革的必需器具都有，而且是屬于這個寡婦的，哈巴狗在早晨死去了，被埋葬在這個院子里。寡婦的孫子們(也就是制革廠老板的未亡人的孫子們，因為哈巴狗從來沒有結過婚)掩好了這座墳。它是一座很美的墳——躺在它里面一定是很愉快的。
墳的四周鑲了一些花盆的碎片，上面還撒了一些沙子。墳頂上還插了半個啤酒瓶，瓶頸朝上——這并沒有什么象征的意義。
孩子們在墳的周圍跳舞。他們中間最大的一個孩子——一個很實際的、七歲的小孩子——提議開一個哈巴狗墳墓展覽會，讓街上所有的人都來看。門票價是一個褲子扣，因為這是每個男孩子都有的東西，而且還可以有多余的來替女孩子買門票。這個提議得到全體一致通過。
街上所有的孩子——甚至后街上的孩子——都擁到這地方來，獻出他們的扣子。這天下午人們可以看到許多孩子只有一根背帶吊著他們的褲子，但是他們卻看到了哈巴狗的墳墓，而這也值得出那么多的代價一看。
不過在制革廠的外面，緊靠著入口的地方，站著一個衣服襤褸的女孩子。她很可愛，她的鬈發很美麗，她的眼睛又藍又亮，使人看到感覺愉快。她一句話也不說，但是她也不哭。每次那個門一打開的時候，她就朝里面悵然地望很久。她沒有一個扣子——這點她知道得清清楚楚，因此她就悲哀地呆在外面，一直等到別的孩子們都參觀了墳墓、離去了為止。然后她就坐下來，把她那雙棕色的小手蒙住自己的眼睛，大哭一場;只有她一個人沒有看過哈巴狗的墳墓。就她說來，這是一件傷心事，跟成年人常常所感到的傷心事差不多。
我們在上面看到這情景，而且是高高地在上面觀看。這件傷心事，像我們自己和許多別人的傷心事一樣，使得我們微笑!這就是整個的故事。任何人如果不了解它，可以到這個寡婦的制革廠去買一份股子。
傷心事英文版：
A Great Grief
THIS story really consists of two parts. The first part might be left out, but it gives us a few particulars, and these are useful.
We were staying in the country at a gentleman’s seat, where it happened that the master was absent for a few days. In the meantime, there arrived from the next town a lady; she had a pug dog with her, and came, she said, to dispose of shares in her tan-yard. She had her papers with her, and we advised her to put them in an envelope, and to write thereon the address of the proprietor of the estate, “General War-Commissary Knight,” &c.
She listened to us attentively, seized the pen, paused, and begged us to repeat the direction slowly. We complied, and she wrote; but in the midst of the “General War-” she struck fast, sighed deeply, and said, “I am only a woman!” Her Puggie had seated itself on the ground while she wrote, and growled; for the dog had come with her for amusement and for the sake of its health; and then the bare floor ought not to be offered to a visitor. His outward appearance was characterized by a snub nose and a very fat back.
“He doesn’t bite,” said the lady; “he has no teeth. He is like one of the family, faithful and grumpy; but the latter is my grandchildren’s fault, for they have teased him; they play at wedding, and want to give him the part of the bridesmaid, and that’s too much for him, poor old fellow.”
And she delivered her papers, and took Puggie upon her arm. And this is the first part of the story which might have been left out.
PUGGIE DIED!! That’s the second part.
It was about a week afterwards we arrived in the town, and put up at the inn. Our windows looked into the tan-yard, which was divided into two parts by a partition of planks; in one half were many skins and hides, raw and tanned. Here was all the apparatus necessary to carry on a tannery, and it belonged to the widow. Puggie had died in the morning, and was to be buried in this part of the yard; the grandchildren of the widow (that is, of the tanner’s widow, for Puggie had never been married) filled up the grave, and it was a beautiful grave—it must have been quite pleasant to lie there.
The grave was bordered with pieces of flower-pots and strewn over with sand; quite at the top they had stuck up half a beer bottle, with the neck upwards, and that was not at all allegorical.
The children danced round the grave, and the eldest of the boys among them, a practical youngster of seven years, made the proposition that there should be an exhibition of Puggie’s burial-place for all who lived in the lane; the price of admission was to be a trouser button, for every boy would be sure to have one, and each might also give one for a little girl. This proposal was adopted by acclamation.
And all the children out of the lane—yes, even out of the little lane at the back—flocked to the place, and each gave a button. Many were noticed to go about on that afternoon with only one suspender; but then they had seen Puggie’s grave, and the sight was worth much more.
But in front of the tan-yard, close to the entrance, stood a little girl clothed in rags, very pretty to look at, with curly hair, and eyes so blue and clear that it was a pleasure to look into them. The child said not a word, nor did she cry; but each time the little door was opened she gave a long, long look into the yard. She had not a button—that she knew right well, and therefore she remained standing sorrowfully outside, till all the others had seen the grave and had gone away; then she sat down, held her little brown hands before her eyes, and burst into tears; this girl alone had not seen Puggie’s grave. It was a grief as great to her as any grown person can experience.
We saw this from above; and looked at from above, how many a grief of our own and of others can make us smile! That is the story, and whoever does not understand it may go and purchase a share in the tan-yard from the window.
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