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安徒生童話故事第105篇：乘郵車來的十二位旅客中英文版本
引導語：安徒生童話故事《乘郵車來的十二位旅客》主要講了什么內容?下面是小編整理的中英文版本，歡迎大家閱讀!
嚴霜，滿天星斗，萬籟無聲。
砰!有人把一個舊罐子扔到門上。啪!啪!這是歡迎新年到來的槍聲。這是除夕。鐘正敲了十二下。
得——達——拉——拉!郵車到來了。這輛大郵車在城門口停了下來。它里面坐著十二個人，再也沒有空地方了，所有的位子都占了。
“恭喜!恭喜!”屋子里的人說，因為大家正在祝賀新年。這時大家剛剛舉起滿杯的酒，打算為慶祝新年而干杯。
“祝你新年幸福和健康!”大家說。“祝你娶一個漂亮太太，賺很多的錢，什么傷心事兒和麻煩事兒都沒有!”
是的，這就是大家的希望。大家互相碰著杯子。城門外停著郵車，里面坐著陌生的客人——十二位旅客。
這些人是誰呢?他們都帶有護照和行李。的確，他們還帶來送給你、送給我和送給鎮上所有的人的禮物。這些陌生的客人是誰呢?他們來做什么呢?他們帶來了什么呢?
“早安!”他們對城門口的哨兵說。
“早安!”哨兵回答說，因為鐘已經敲了十二下。
“你叫什么名字?你干什么職業?”哨兵問第一個下車的人。
“請看護照上的字吧!”這人說。“我就是我!”他穿著熊皮大衣和皮靴子，樣子倒很像一個了不起的人物。“許多人把希望寄托在我身上。明天來看我吧，我將送給你一個真正的新年禮物。我把銀毫子和銀元扔給大家，我甚至還開舞會——整整三十一個舞會。比這再多的夜晚我可騰不出來了。我的船已經被冰凍住了，不過我的辦公室里還是溫暖又舒適。我是一個生意人;我的名字叫‘一月’。我身邊只攜帶著單據。”
接著第二個人下車了。他是一位快樂朋友，一個劇團的老板，化裝跳舞會以及你所能想象得到的一切娛樂的主持人。他的行李是一個大桶。
“在狂歡節的時候，我可以從里面變出比貓兒還要好的東西來①，”他說。“我叫別人愉快，也叫自己愉快。在我的一家人中我的壽命最短。我只有二十八天!有時人們給我多加一天，不過這也沒有什么了不起。烏啦!”
“請你不要大聲喊，”哨兵說。
“我當然可以喊，”這人說。“我是狂歡節的王子，在‘二月’這個名義下到各地去旅行的。”
現在第三個人下車了。他簡直是一個齋神②的縮影。他趾高氣揚，因為他跟“40位騎士”有親戚關系，他同時還是一個天氣的預言家。不過這并不是一個肥差事，因此他非常贊成吃齋。他的扣子洞上插著一束紫羅蘭，但是花朵兒都很小。
“‘三月’，走呀③!”第四個人在后面喊著，把他推了一下。“走呀!走呀!走到哨房里去呀。那里有混合酒吃!我已經聞到香味了!”
不過這不是事實，他只是愚弄他一下罷了④，因為這第四位旅客就是以愚弄人開始他的活動的。他的樣子倒是蠻高興的，不大做事情，老是放假。
“我隨人的心情而變化，”他說，“今天下雨，明天出太陽。我替人干搬出搬進的工作。我是搬家代理人，也是一個做殯儀館生意的人。我能哭，也能笑。我的箱子里裝著許多夏天的衣服，不過現在把它們穿起也未免太傻了。我就是這個樣子。我要打扮的時候，就穿起絲襪子，戴上皮手筒。”
這時有一位小姐從車里走出來。“我是‘五月小姐’!”她說。她穿著一身夏季衣服和一雙套鞋。她的長袍是淡綠色的，頭上戴著秋牡丹，身上發出麝香草的香氣，弄得哨兵也不得不嗅一下。
“愿上帝祝福你!”她說——這就是她的敬禮。
她真是漂亮!她是一個歌唱家，但不是舞臺上，而是山林里的歌唱家。她也不是市場上的歌唱家。不，她只在清新的綠樹林里為自己的高興而歌唱。她的皮包里裝著克里斯仙·溫得爾的《木刻》⑤——這簡直像山毛櫸樹林;此外還裝得有“李加爾特的小詩”⑥——這簡直像麝香草。
“現在來了一位太太——一位年輕的太太!”坐在車里的人說。于是一位太太便走出來了;她是年輕而纖細、驕矜而美麗的。
人們一看就知道，她是“六月太太”，她生下來就是為了保護那“七個睡覺的人”⑦的。她選一年中最長的一天來開一個盛大的宴會，好使人們有足夠的時間把許多不同的菜吃掉。她自己有一輛“包車”，但是她仍然跟大家一起坐在郵車里，因為她想借此表示她并非驕傲得瞧不起人。她可不是單獨地在旅行，因為她的弟弟“七月”跟她在一道。
他是一個胖胖的年輕人，穿著一身夏天的衣服，戴著一頂巴拿馬帽。他的行李帶得不多，因為行李這東西在炎熱的天氣里是一種累贅。他只帶著游泳帽和游泳褲——這不能算很多。
現在媽媽“八月太太”來了。她是一個水果批發商，擁有許多蓄魚池，兼當地主。她穿著一條鼓鼓的裙子⑧。她很肥胖，但是活潑;她什么事都于，她甚至還親手送啤酒給田里的工人喝。
“你必汗流滿面才得糊口⑨。”她說，“因為《圣經》上是這樣說的。事做完了以后，你們可以在綠樹林中跳舞和舉行一次慶祝豐收的宴會!”
她是一個細致周到的主婦。
現在有一個男子走出來了。他是一個畫師——一個色彩專家，樹林是知道這情況的。葉子全都要改變顏色，而且只要他愿意，可以變得非常美麗。樹林很快就染上了紅色、黃色和棕色。這位畫家吹起口哨來很像一只黑色的燕八哥。他工作的速度非常快。他把紫綠色的啤酒花⑩的蔓藤纏在啤酒杯上，使它顯得非常好看——的確，他有審美的眼光。他現在拿著的顏料罐就是他的全部行李。
他后面接著來的是一個“擁有田產的人”。這人只是關心糧食的收獲和土地的耕作;他對于野外打獵也有一點興趣。他有獵狗和槍，他的獵袋里還有許多硬殼果。咕碌——咕碌!他帶的東西真多——他甚至還有一架英國犁。他談著種田的事情，但是人們聽不清他的話，因為旁邊有一個人在咳嗽和喘氣——“十一月”已經來了。
這人得了傷風病——傷風得厲害，因此手帕不夠用，他只好用一張床單。雖然如此，他說他還得陪著女傭人做冬天的活計。他說，他一出去砍柴，他的傷風就會好了。他必須去鋸木頭和劈木頭，因為他是木柴公會的第一把鋸手。他利用晚上的時間來雕冰鞋的木底，因為他知道，幾個星期以后大家需要這種有趣的鞋子。
現在最后的一個客人來了。她是“火缽老媽媽”。她很冷，她的眼睛射出的光輝像兩顆明亮的星星。她拿著栽有一株小楓樹的花盆。
“我要保護和疼愛這棵樹，好使它到圣誕節的時候能夠長大，能夠從地上伸到天花板，點著明亮的蠟燭，掛著金黃蘋果和剪紙。火缽像爐子似地發出暖氣，我從衣袋里拿出一本童話，高聲朗誦，好叫房間里的孩子們都安靜下來。不過樹上的玩偶都變得非常活躍。樹頂上的一個蠟制的小安琪兒，拍著他的金翅膀，從綠枝上飛下來，把房里大大小小的孩子都吻了一下，甚至把外面的窮孩子也吻了。這些窮孩子正在唱著關于“伯利恒的星”的圣誕頌歌。
“現在車子可以開了，”哨兵說。“我們已經弄清楚了這十二位旅客。讓另一輛馬車開出來吧。”
“先讓這十二位進去吧，”值班的大尉說。“一次進去一位!護照留給我。每一本護照的有效期間是一個月。這段時間過去以后，我將在每一本護照上把他們的行為記下來。請吧，‘一月’先生，請你進去。”
于是他走進去了。
等到一年以后，我將告訴你這十二位先生帶了些什么東西給你，給我，給大家。我現在還不知道，可能他們自己也不知道——因為我們是活在一個奇怪的時代里。
①丹麥古時有一種游戲，即把一只貓兒關在一個桶里，然后用繩子把桶懸在樹上。大家敲著桶，待桶敲破時貓兒就變出來了。
②齋戒是基督教中的一種儀式，經常在復活節，也就是三月間舉行。齋戒時期一共是40天。這四十天在丹麥的傳說中名為“四十位騎士日”。
③這是一個文字游戲。Marts(三月)和Marsch(開步走)這個字的讀音差不多，但意義完全不同。
④因為4月1日是“愚人節”。
⑤《木刻》(Traesnit)是丹麥19世紀一個抒情詩人克里斯仙·溫得爾(Christian Winther，1796-1876)的一部詩集的名稱。
⑥李加爾特(Christian Ernst Richardt，1831-1892)是另一位丹麥十九世紀的詩人。
⑦根據一個民間傳說，在紀元251年6月27日七個基督徒被異教徒所追逐，他們逃到一個石洞里去，在那里睡到紀元446年才醒。所以6月27日就成為“七個睡覺人”的紀念日。
⑧原文Storecrinoline，這是十九世紀初歐洲流行的一種裙子;它里面襯有一個箍，使裙子向四周撒開。
⑨這句話是引自《圣經·舊約·創世紀》第三章第十九節。
⑩啤酒花是一種豆科植物，為制造啤酒的原料。
《乘郵車來的十二位旅客》英文版：
The Mail-Coach Passengers
IT was bitterly cold, the sky glittered with stars, and not a breeze stirred. “Bump”—an old pot was thrown at a neighbor’s door; and “bang, bang,” went the guns; for they were greeting the New Year. It was New Year’s Eve, and the church clock was striking twelve. “Tan-ta-ra-ra, tan-ta-ra-ra,” sounded the horn, and the mail-coach came lumbering up. The clumsy vehicle stopped at the gate of the town; all the places had been taken, for there were twelve passengers in the coach.
“Hurrah! hurrah!” cried the people in the town; for in every house the New Year was being welcomed; and as the clock struck, they stood up, the full glasses in their hands, to drink success to the new comer. “A happy New Year,” was the cry; “a pretty wife, plenty of money, and no sorrow or care.”
The wish passed round, and the glasses clashed together till they rang again; while before the town-gate the mail coach stopped with the twelve strange passengers. And who were these strangers? Each of them had his passport and his luggage with him; they even brought presents for me, and for you, and for all the people in the town. “Who were they? what did they want? and what did they bring with them?”
“Good-morning,” they cried to the sentry at the town-gate.
“Good-morning,” replied the sentry; for the clock had struck twelve. “Your name and profession?” asked the sentry of the one who alighted first from the carriage.
“See for yourself in the passport,” he replied. “I am myself;” and a famous fellow he looked, arrayed in bear-skin and fur boots. “I am the man on whom many persons fix their hopes. Come to me to-morrow, and I’ll give you a New Year’s present. I throw shillings and pence among the people; I give balls, no less than thirty-one; indeed, that is the highest number I can spare for balls. My ships are often frozen in, but in my offices it is warm and comfortable. My name is JANUARY. I’m a merchant, and I generally bring my accounts with me.”
Then the second alighted. He seemed a merry fellow. He was a director of a theatre, a manager of masked balls, and a leader of all the amusements we can imagine. His luggage consisted of a great cask.
“We’ll dance the bung out of the cask at carnival time,” said he; “I’ll prepare a merry tune for you and for myself too. Unfortunately I have not long to live—the shortest time, in fact, of my whole family—only twenty-eight days. Sometimes they pop me in a day extra; but I trouble myself very little about that. Hurrah!”
“You must not shout so,” said the sentry.
“Certainly I may shout,” retorted the man; “I’m Prince Carnival, travelling under the name of FEBRUARY.”
The third now got out. He looked a personification of fasting; but he carried his nose very high, for he was related to the “forty (k)nights,” and was a weather prophet. But that is not a very lucrative office, and therefore he praised fasting. In his button-hole he carried a little bunch of violets, but they were very small.
“MARCH, March,” the fourth called after him, slapping him on the shoulder, “don’t you smell something? Make haste into the guard room; they’re drinking punch there; that’s your favorite drink. I can smell it out here already. Forward, Master March.” But it was not true; the speaker only wanted to remind him of his name, and to make an APRIL fool of him; for with that fun the fourth generally began his career. He looked very jovial, did little work, and had the more holidays. “If the world were only a little more settled,” said he: “but sometimes I’m obliged to be in a good humor, and sometimes a bad one, according to circumstances; now rain, now sunshine. I’m kind of a house agent,1 also a manager of funerals. I can laugh or cry, according to circumstances. I have my summer wardrobe in this box here, but it would be very foolish to put it on now. Here I am. On Sundays I go out walking in shoes and white silk stockings, and a muff.”
After him, a lady stepped out of the coach. She called herself Miss MAY. She wore a summer dress and overshoes; her dress was a light green, and she wore anemones in her hair. She was so scented with wild-thyme, that it made the sentry sneeze.
“Your health, and God bless you,” was her salutation to him.
How pretty she was! and such a singer! not a theatre singer, nor a ballad singer; no, but a singer of the woods; for she wandered through the gay green forest, and had a concert there for her own amusement.
“Now comes the young lady,” said those in the carriage; and out stepped a young dame, delicate, proud, and pretty. It was Mistress JUNE, in whose service people become lazy and fond of sleeping for hours. She gives a feast on the longest day of the year, that there may be time for her guests to partake of the numerous dishes at her table. Indeed, she keeps her own carriage; but still she travelled by the mail, with the rest, because she wished to show that she was not high-minded. But she was not without a protector; her younger brother, JULY, was with her. He was a plump young fellow, clad in summer garments and wearing a straw hat. He had but very little luggage with him, because it was so cumbersome in the great heat; he had, however, swimming-trousers with him, which are nothing to carry. Then came the mother herself, in crinoline, Madame AUGUST, a wholesale dealer in fruit, proprietress of a large number of fish ponds and a land cultivator. She was fat and heated, yet she could use her hands well, and would herself carry out beer to the laborers in the field. “In the sweat of the face shalt thou eat bread,” said she; “it is written in the Bible.” After work, came the recreations, dancing and playing in the greenwood, and the “harvest homes.” She was a thorough housewife.
After her a man came out of the coach, who is a painter; he is the great master of colors, and is named SEPTEMBER. The forest, on his arrival, had to change its colors when he wished it; and how beautiful are the colors he chooses! The woods glow with hues of red and gold and brown. This great master painter could whistle like a blackbird. He was quick in his work, and soon entwined the tendrils of the hop plant around his beer jug. This was an ornament to the jug, and he has a great love for ornament. There he stood with his color pot in his hand, and that was the whole of his luggage. A land-owner followed, who in the month for sowing seed attended to the ploughing and was fond of field sports. Squire OCTOBER brought his dog and his gun with him, and had nuts in his game bag. “Crack, crack.” He had a great deal of luggage, even an English plough. He spoke of farming, but what he said could scarcely be heard for the coughing and gasping of his neighbor. It was NOVEMBER, who coughed violently as he got out. He had a cold, which caused him to use his pocket-handkerchief continually; and yet he said he was obliged to accompany servant girls to their new places, and initiate them into their winter service. He said he thought his cold would never leave him when he went out woodcutting, for he was a master sawyer, and had to supply wood to the whole parish. He spent his evenings preparing wooden soles for skates, for he knew, he said, that in a few weeks these shoes would be wanted for the amusement of skating. At length the last passenger made her appearance,—old Mother DECEMBER, with her fire-stool. The dame was very old, but her eyes glistened like two stars. She carried on her arm a flower-pot, in which a little fir-tree was growing. “This tree I shall guard and cherish,” she said, “that it may grow large by Christmas Eve, and reach from the ground to the ceiling, to be covered and adorned with flaming candles, golden apples, and little figures. The fire-stool will be as warm as a stove, and I shall then bring a story book out of my pocket, and read aloud till all the children in the room are quite quiet. Then the little figures on the tree will become lively, and the little waxen angel at the top spread out his wings of gold-leaf, and fly down from his green perch. He will kiss every one in the room, great and small; yes, even the poor children who stand in the passage, or out in the street singing a carol about the ‘Star of Bethlehem.’”
“Well, now the coach may drive away,” said the sentry; “we have the whole twelve. Let the horses be put up.”
“First, let all the twelve come to me,” said the captain on duty, “one after another. The passports I will keep here. Each of them is available for one month; when that has passed, I shall write the behavior of each on his passport. Mr. JANUARY, have the goodness to come here.” And Mr. January stepped forward.
When a year has passed, I think I shall be able to tell you what the twelve passengers have brought to you, to me, and to all of us. Now I do not know, and probably even they don’t know themselves, for we live in strange times.
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