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安徒生童話故事第95篇：孩子們的閑話Children’s Prattle
引導(dǎo)語：孩子們在一起聊天是最單純的，也是充滿樂趣的，下文《孩子們的閑話》安徒生童話，有中英文版本，歡迎大家閱讀！
孩子們的閑話中文版：
一個大商人舉行了一個兒童招待會。有錢人的孩子和有名人的孩子都到了。這個商人很了不起，是個有學(xué)問的人：他曾經(jīng)進過大學(xué)，因為他的和善的父親要他進。這位父親本來是一個牛販子，不過很老實和勤儉。這可以使他積錢，因此他的錢也就越積越多了。他很聰明，而且也有良心；不過人們談到他的錢的時候多，談到他的良心的時候少。
在這個商人的家里，常有名人出出進進——所謂有貴族血統(tǒng)的人、有知識的人和兩者都有的、或兩者完全沒有的人。現(xiàn)在兒童招待會或兒童談話會正在舉行，孩子們心里想到什么就講什么。他們之中有一位很美麗的小姑娘，她可是驕傲得不可一世。不過這種驕傲是因為傭人老吻她而造成的，不是她的父母，因為他們在這一點上還是非常有理智的。她的爸爸是一個“祗候”①，而這是一個很了不起的職位——她知道這一點。
“我是一個祗候的女兒呀！”她說。
她也很可能是一個住在地下室的人②的女兒，因為誰也沒有辦法安排自己的出身。她告訴別的孩子們，說她的“出生很好”；她還說，如果一個人的出身不好，那么他就不會有什么前途。因此他讀書或者努力都沒有什么用處。所以一個人的出身不好，自然什么成就也不會有。
“凡是那些名字的結(jié)尾是‘生’字的人③，”她說，“他們在這世界上決弄不出一個什么名堂來的！一個人應(yīng)該把手叉在腰上，跟他們這些‘生’字輩的人保持遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)的距離！”于是她就把她美麗的小手臂叉起來，把她的胳膊肘兒彎著，來以身作則。她的`小手臂真是非常漂亮，她也天真可愛。
不過那位商人的小姑娘卻很生氣，因為她爸爸的名字是叫做“馬得生”，她知道他的名字的結(jié)尾是“生”。因此她盡量做出一種驕傲的神情說：“但是我的爸爸能買一百塊錢的麥芽糖，叫大家擠作一團地來搶！你的爸爸能嗎？”
“是的，”一位作家的小女兒說，“但是我的爸爸能把你的爸爸和所有的‘爸爸’寫在報紙上發(fā)表。我的媽媽說大家都怕他，因為他統(tǒng)治著報紙。”
這個小姑娘昂起頭，好像一個真正的公主昂著頭的那個樣子。
不過在那半掩著的門外站著一個窮苦的孩子。他正在朝門縫里望。這小家伙是那么微賤，他甚至還沒有資格走進這個房間里來。他幫女廚子轉(zhuǎn)了一會兒烤肉叉，因此她準(zhǔn)許他站在門后偷偷地瞧這些漂亮的孩子在屋子里作樂。這對他說來已經(jīng)是一件了不起的事情。
“啊，如果我也在他們中間！”他想。于是他聽到他們所講的一些話。這些話無疑使他感到非常不快。他的父母在家里連一個買報紙的銅子也沒有，更談不上在報紙上寫什么文章。最糟糕的是他爸爸的姓——因此也就是他自己的姓——是由一個“生”字結(jié)尾的！所以他決不會有什么前途的。這真叫人感到悲哀！不過他畢竟是生出來了，而且就他看來，出生得也很好。這是不用懷疑的。
這就是那個晚上就是這個樣的事情！
從那以后，許多年過去了，孩子們都已成了大人。
這城里有一幢很漂亮的房子。它里面藏滿了美麗的東西，大家都喜歡來參觀一下，甚至住在城外的人也跑來看它。我們剛才談到的那些孩子之中，誰能說這房子是自己的呢？是的，這是很容易弄清楚的！那并不太難。這幢房子是屬于那個窮苦的孩子的——他已經(jīng)成了一個偉大的人，雖然他的名字的結(jié)尾是一個“生”字——多瓦爾生④。
至于其余的三個孩子呢？那個有貴族血統(tǒng)的孩子，那個有錢的孩子，那個在精神上非常驕傲的孩子呢？唔，他們彼此都沒有什么話說——他們都是一樣的人。他們的命運都很好。那天晚上他們所想的和所講的事情，不過都是孩子的閑話罷了。
①這是一個官職，他的任務(wù)是做皇家臥室里的侍從。
②地下室是窮人住的地方。
③生（sen）在丹麥文里是“兒子”的意思。在中古封建時代，貴族都是以自己所出生的地方被封為自己的姓。平民則沒有姓，只是以父親的名，再加一個結(jié)尾語“Sen”作為而形成自己的姓。比如安徒生這個名字，實際上的意思是“安徒的兒子”，沿用下來就成了姓。
④多瓦爾生（Bertel Thorwaldsen，1768～1844）是丹麥著名的雕刻家，歐洲古典藝術(shù)復(fù)興運動的領(lǐng)導(dǎo)人。
孩子們的閑話英文版：
Children’s Prattle
AT a rich merchant’s house there was a children’s party, and the children of rich and great people were there. The merchant was a learned man, for his father had sent him to college, and he had passed his examination. His father had been at first only a cattle dealer, but always honest and industrious, so that he had made money, and his son, the merchant, had managed to increase his store. Clever as he was, he had also a heart; but there was less said of his heart than of his money. All descriptions of people visited at the merchant’s house, well born, as well as intellectual, and some who possessed neither of these recommendations.
Now it was a children’s party, and there was children’s prattle, which always is spoken freely from the heart. Among them was a beautiful little girl, who was terribly proud; but this had been taught her by the servants, and not by her parents, who were far too sensible people.
Her father was groom of the Chambers, which is a high office at court, and she knew it. “I am a child of the court,” she said; now she might just as well have been a child of the cellar, for no one can help his birth; and then she told the other children that she was well-born, and said that no one who was not well-born could rise in the world. It was no use to read and be industrious, for if a person was not well-born, he could never achieve anything. “And those whose names end with ‘sen,’” said she, “can never be anything at all. We must put our arms akimbo, and make the elbow quite pointed, so as to keep these ‘sen’ people at a great distance.” And then she stuck out her pretty little arms, and made the elbows quite pointed, to show how it was to be done; and her little arms were very pretty, for she was a sweet-looking child.
But the little daughter of the merchant became very angry at this speech, for her father’s name was Petersen, and she knew that the name ended in “sen,” and therefore she said as proudly as she could, “But my papa can buy a hundred dollars’ worth of bonbons, and give them away to children. Can your papa do that?”
“Yes; and my papa,” said the little daughter of the editor of a paper, “my papa can put your papa and everybody’s papa into the newspaper. All sorts of people are afraid of him, my mamma says, for he can do as he likes with the paper.” And the little maiden looked exceedingly proud, as if she had been a real princess, who may be expected to look proud.
But outside the door, which stood ajar, was a poor boy, peeping through the crack of the door. He was of such a lowly station that he had not been allowed even to enter the room. He had been turning the spit for the cook, and she had given him permission to stand behind the door and peep in at the well-dressed children, who were having such a merry time within; and for him that was a great deal. “Oh, if I could be one of them,” thought he, and then he heard what was said about names, which was quite enough to make him more unhappy. His parents at home had not even a penny to spare to buy a newspaper, much less could they write in one; and worse than all, his father’s name, and of course his own, ended in “sen,” and therefore he could never turn out well, which was a very sad thought. But after all, he had been born into the world, and the station of life had been chosen for him, therefore he must be content.
And this is what happened on that evening.
Many years passed, and most of the children became grown-up persons.
There stood a splendid house in the town, filled with all kinds of beautiful and valuable objects. Everybody wished to see it, and people even came in from the country round to be permitted to view the treasures it contained.
Which of the children whose prattle we have described, could call this house his own? One would suppose it very easy to guess. No, no; it is not so very easy. The house belonged to the poor little boy who had stood on that night behind the door. He had really become something great, although his name ended in “sen,”—for it was Thorwaldsen.
And the three other children—the children of good birth, of money, and of intellectual pride,—well, they were respected and honored in the world, for they had been well provided for by birth and position, and they had no cause to reproach themselves with what they had thought and spoken on that evening long ago, for, after all, it was mere “children’s prattle.”
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