THE SNOW QUEEN

FIRST STORY. Which Treats of a Mirror and of the Splinters

Now then, let us begin. When we are at the end of the story, we shall know
more than we know now: but to begin.

Once upon a time there was a wicked sprite, indeed he was the most mischievous
of all sprites. One day he was in a very good humor, for he had made a mirror
with the power of causing all that was good and beautiful when it was
reflected therein, to look poor and mean; but that which was good-for-nothing
and looked ugly was shown magnified and increased in ugliness. In this mirror
the most beautiful landscapes looked like boiled spinach¹, and the best persons
were turned into frights, or appeared to stand on their heads; their faces
were so distorted that they were not to be recognised; and if anyone had a
mole, you might be sure that it would be magnified and spread over both nose
and mouth.

"That's glorious fun!" said the sprite. If a good thought passed through a
man's mind, then a grin was seen in the mirror, and the sprite laughed
heartily at his clever discovery. All the little sprites who went to his
school--for he kept a sprite school--told each other that a miracle had
happened; and that now only, as they thought, it would be possible to see how
the world really looked. They ran about with the mirror; and at last there was
not a land or a person who was not represented distorted in the mirror. So
then they thought they would fly up to the sky, and have a joke there. The
higher they flew with the mirror, the more terribly it grinned: they could
hardly hold it fast. Higher and higher still they flew, nearer and nearer to
the stars, when suddenly the mirror shook so terribly with grinning, that it
flew out of their hands and fell to the earth, where it was dashed in a
hundred million and more pieces. And now it worked much more evil than before;
for some of these pieces were hardly so large as a grain of sand, and they
flew about in the wide world, and when they got into people's eyes, there they
stayed; and then people saw everything perverted², or only had an eye for that
which was evil. This happened because the very smallest bit had the same power
which the whole mirror had possessed³. Some persons even got a splinter in
their heart, and then it made one shudder⁴, for their heart became like a lump
of ice. Some of the broken pieces were so large that they were used for
windowpanes, through which one could not see one's friends. Other pieces were
put in spectacles; and that was a sad affair when people put on their glasses
to see well and rightly. Then the wicked sprite laughed till he almost choked,
for all this tickled⁶ his fancy. The fine splinters still flew about in the
air: and now we shall hear what happened next.

SECOND STORY. A Little Boy and a Little Girl

In a large town, where there are so many houses, and so many people, that
there is no roof left for everybody to have a little garden; and where, on
this account, most persons are obliged to content themselves with flowers in
pots; there lived two little children, who had a garden somewhat larger than a
flower-pot. They were not brother and sister; but they cared for each other as
much as if they were. Their parents lived exactly opposite. They inhabited two
garrets; and where the roof of the one house joined that of the other, and the
gutter⁷ ran along the extreme end of it, there was to each house a small
window: one needed only to step over the gutter to get from one window to the
other.

The children's parents had large wooden boxes there, in which vegetables for
the kitchen were planted, and little rosetrees besides: there was a rose in
each box, and they grew splendidly. They now thought of placing the boxes
across the gutter, so that they nearly reached from one window to the other,
and looked just like two walls of flowers. The tendrils of the peas hung down
over the boxes; and the rose-trees shot up long branches, twined round the
windows, and then bent⁹ towards each other: it was almost like a triumphant
arch of foliage¹⁰ and flowers. The boxes were very high, and the children knew
that they must not creep over them; so they often obtained permission to get
out of the windows to each other, and to sit on their little stools among the
roses, where they could play delightfully¹². In winter there was an end of this
pleasure. The windows were often frozen over; but then they heated copper¹³
farthings on the stove, and laid the hot farthing on the windowpane, and then
they had a capital peep-hole, quite nicely rounded; and out of each peeped a
gentle friendly eye--it was the little boy and the little girl who were
looking out. His name was Kay, hers was Gerda. In summer, with one jump, they
could get to each other; but in winter they were obliged first to go down the
long stairs, and then up the long stairs again: and out-of-doors there was
quite a snow-storm.

"It is the white bees that are swarming," said Kay's old grandmother.

"Do the white bees choose a queen?" asked the little boy; for he knew that the
honey-bees always have one.

"Yes," said the grandmother, "she flies where the swarm¹⁴ hangs in the thickest
clusters. She is the largest of all; and she can never remain quietly on the
earth, but goes up again into the black clouds. Many a winter's night she
flies through the streets of the town, and peeps in at the windows; and they
then freeze in so wondrous¹⁵ a manner that they look like flowers."

"Yes, I have seen it," said both the children; and so they knew that it was
true.

"Can the Snow Queen come in?" said the little girl.

"Only let her come in!" said the little boy. "Then I'd put her on the stove,
and she'd melt."

And then his grandmother patted his head and told him other stories.

In the evening, when little Kay was at home, and half undressed, he climbed up
on the chair by the window, and peeped out of the little hole. A few
snow-flakes¹⁷ were falling, and one, the largest of all, remained lying on the
edge of a flower-pot.

The flake¹⁶ of snow grew larger and larger; and at last it was like a young
lady, dressed in the finest white gauze, made of a million little flakes like
stars. She was so beautiful and delicate, but she was of ice, of dazzling,
sparkling ice; yet she lived; her eyes gazed fixedly¹⁹, like two stars; but
there was neither quiet nor repose²⁰ in them. She nodded towards the window, and
beckoned²¹ with her hand. The little boy was frightened, and jumped down from
the chair; it seemed to him as if, at the same moment, a large bird flew past
the window.

The next day it was a sharp frost--and then the spring came; the sun shone,
the green leaves appeared, the swallows built their nests, the windows were
opened, and the little children again sat in their pretty garden, high up on
the leads at the top of the house.

That summer the roses flowered in unwonted beauty. The little girl had learned
a hymn²², in which there was something about roses; and then she thought of her
own flowers; and she sang the verse to the little boy, who then sang it with
her:

 "The rose in the valley is blooming so sweet,
 And angels descend²³ there the children to greet."

And the children held each other by the hand, kissed the roses, looked up at
the clear sunshine, and spoke²⁴ as though they really saw angels there. What
lovely summer-days those were! How delightful¹¹ to be out in the air, near the
fresh rose-bushes, that seem as if they would never finish blossoming!

Kay and Gerda looked at the picture-book full of beasts and of birds; and it
was then--the clock in the church-tower was just striking five--that Kay said,
"Oh! I feel such a sharp pain in my heart; and now something has got into my
eye!"

The little girl put her arms around his neck. He winked²⁵ his eyes; now there
was nothing to be seen.

"I think it is out now," said he; but it was not. It was just one of those
pieces of glass from the magic mirror that had got into his eye; and poor Kay
had got another piece right in his heart. It will soon become like ice. It did
not hurt any longer, but there it was.

"What are you crying for?" asked he. "You look so ugly! There's nothing the
matter with me. Ah," said he at once, "that rose is cankered! And look, this
one is quite crooked²⁶! After all, these roses are very ugly! They are just like
the box they are planted in!" And then he gave the box a good kick with his
foot, and pulled both the roses up.

"What are you doing?" cried the little girl; and as he perceived her fright,
he pulled up another rose, got in at the window, and hastened off from dear
little Gerda.

Afterwards, when she brought her picture-book, he asked, "What horrid²⁸ beasts
have you there?" And if his grandmother told them stories, he always
interrupted her; besides, if he could manage it, he would get behind her, put
on her spectacles, and imitate her way of speaking; he copied all her ways,
and then everybody laughed at him. He was soon able to imitate the gait and
manner of everyone in the street. Everything that was peculiar³⁰ and displeasing
in them--that Kay knew how to imitate: and at such times all the people said,
"The boy is certainly very clever!" But it was the glass he had got in his
eye; the glass that was sticking in his heart, which made him tease even
little Gerda, whose whole soul was devoted³¹ to him.

His games now were quite different to what they had formerly³² been, they were
so very knowing. One winter's day, when the flakes of snow were flying about,
he spread the skirts of his blue coat, and caught the snow as it fell.

"Look through this glass, Gerda," said he. And every flake seemed larger, and
appeared like a magnificent flower, or beautiful star; it was splendid to look
at!

"Look, how clever!" said Kay. "That's much more interesting than real flowers!
They are as exact as possible; there is not a fault in them, if they did not
melt!"

It was not long after this, that Kay came one day with large gloves on, and
his little sledge³³ at his back, and bawled³⁴ right into Gerda's ears, "I have
permission to go out into the square where the others are playing"; and off he
was in a moment.

There, in the market-place, some of the boldest of the boys used to tie their
sledges³⁵ to the carts as they passed by, and so they were pulled along, and got
a good ride. It was so capital! Just as they were in the very height of their
amusement, a large sledge passed by: it was painted quite white, and there was
someone in it wrapped up in a rough white mantle³⁶ of fur, with a rough white
fur cap on his head. The sledge drove round the square twice, and Kay tied on
his sledge as quickly as he could, and off he drove with it. On they went
quicker and quicker into the next street; and the person who drove turned
round to Kay, and nodded to him in a friendly manner, just as if they knew
each other. Every time he was going to untie³⁷ his sledge, the person nodded to
him, and then Kay sat quiet; and so on they went till they came outside the
gates of the town. Then the snow began to fall so thickly that the little boy
could not see an arm's length before him, but still on he went: when suddenly
he let go the string he held in his hand in order to get loose from the
sledge, but it was of no use; still the little vehicle rushed on with the
quickness of the wind. He then cried as loud as he could, but no one heard
him; the snow drifted and the sledge flew on, and sometimes it gave a jerk as
though they were driving over hedges and ditches. He was quite frightened, and
he tried to repeat the Lord's Prayer; but all he could do, he was only able to
remember the multiplication³⁸ table.

The snow-flakes grew larger and larger, till at last they looked just like
great white fowls³⁹. Suddenly they flew on one side; the large sledge stopped,
and the person who drove rose up. It was a lady; her cloak and cap were of
snow. She was tall and of slender figure, and of a dazzling whiteness. It was
the Snow Queen.

"We have travelled fast," said she; "but it is freezingly cold. Come under my
bearskin." And she put him in the sledge beside her, wrapped the fur round
him, and he felt as though he were sinking in a snow-wreath.

"Are you still cold?" asked she; and then she kissed his forehead. Ah! it was
colder than ice; it penetrated⁴⁰ to his very heart, which was already almost a
frozen lump; it seemed to him as if he were about to die--but a moment more
and it was quite congenial to him, and he did not remark the cold that was
around him.

"My sledge! Do not forget my sledge!" It was the first thing he thought of. It
was there tied to one of the white chickens, who flew along with it on his
back behind the large sledge. The Snow Queen kissed Kay once more, and then he
forgot little Gerda, grandmother, and all whom he had left at his home.

"Now you will have no more kisses," said she, "or else I should kiss you to
death!"

Kay looked at her. She was very beautiful; a more clever, or a more lovely
countenance he could not fancy to himself; and she no longer appeared of ice
as before, when she sat outside the window, and beckoned to him; in his eyes
she was perfect, he did not fear her at all, and told her that he could
calculate in his head and with fractions, even; that he knew the number of
square miles there were in the different countries, and how many inhabitants
they contained; and she smiled while he spoke. It then seemed to him as if
what he knew was not enough, and he looked upwards⁴¹ in the large huge empty
space above him, and on she flew with him; flew high over the black clouds,
while the storm moaned and whistled as though it were singing some old tune⁴².
On they flew over woods and lakes, over seas, and many lands; and beneath them
the chilling storm rushed fast, the wolves howled, the snow crackled; above
them flew large screaming crows, but higher up appeared the moon, quite large
and bright; and it was on it that Kay gazed during the long long winter's
night; while by day he slept at the feet of the Snow Queen.

THIRD STORY. Of the Flower-Garden At the Old Woman's Who Understood Witchcraft⁴³

But what became of little Gerda when Kay did not return? Where could he be?
Nobody knew; nobody could give any intelligence. All the boys knew was, that
they had seen him tie his sledge to another large and splendid one, which
drove down the street and out of the town. Nobody knew where he was; many sad
tears were shed, and little Gerda wept long and bitterly; at last she said he
must be dead; that he had been drowned in the river which flowed close to the
town. Oh! those were very long and dismal⁴⁴ winter evenings!

At last spring came, with its warm sunshine.

"Kay is dead and gone!" said little Gerda.

"That I don't believe," said the Sunshine.

"Kay is dead and gone!" said she to the Swallows.

"That I don't believe," said they: and at last little Gerda did not think so
any longer either.

"I'll put on my red shoes," said she, one morning; "Kay has never seen them,
and then I'll go down to the river and ask there."

It was quite early; she kissed her old grandmother, who was still asleep, put
on her red shoes, and went alone to the river.

"Is it true that you have taken my little playfellow? I will make you a
present of my red shoes, if you will give him back to me."

And, as it seemed to her, the blue waves nodded in a strange manner; then she
took off her red shoes, the most precious things she possessed, and threw them
both into the river. But they fell close to the bank, and the little waves
bore them immediately to land; it was as if the stream would not take what was
dearest to her; for in reality it had not got little Kay; but Gerda thought
that she had not thrown the shoes out far enough, so she clambered into a boat
which lay among the rushes, went to the farthest end, and threw out the shoes.
But the boat was not fastened, and the motion which she occasioned, made it
drift from the shore. She observed this, and hastened to get back; but before
she could do so, the boat was more than a yard from the land, and was gliding
quickly onward⁴⁵.

Little Gerda was very frightened, and began to cry; but no one heard her
except the sparrows, and they could not carry her to land; but they flew along
the bank, and sang as if to comfort her, "Here we are! Here we are!" The boat
drifted with the stream, little Gerda sat quite still without shoes, for they
were swimming behind the boat, but she could not reach them, because the boat
went much faster than they did.

The banks on both sides were beautiful; lovely flowers, venerable trees, and
slopes with sheep and cows, but not a human being was to be seen.

"Perhaps the river will carry me to little Kay," said she; and then she grew
less sad. She rose, and looked for many hours at the beautiful green banks.
Presently she sailed by a large cherry-orchard, where was a little cottage
with curious red and blue windows; it was thatched, and before it two wooden
soldiers stood sentry⁴⁶, and presented arms when anyone went past.

Gerda called to them, for she thought they were alive; but they, of course,
did not answer. She came close to them, for the stream drifted the boat quite
near the land.

Gerda called still louder, and an old woman then came out of the cottage,
leaning upon a crooked stick. She had a large broad-brimmed hat on, painted
with the most splendid flowers.

"Poor little child!" said the old woman. "How did you get upon the large rapid
river, to be driven about so in the wide world!" And then the old woman went
into the water, caught hold of the boat with her crooked stick, drew it to the
bank, and lifted little Gerda out.

And Gerda was so glad to be on dry land again; but she was rather afraid of
the strange old woman.

"But come and tell me who you are, and how you came here," said she.

And Gerda told her all; and the old woman shook her head and said, "A-hem!
a-hem!" and when Gerda had told her everything, and asked her if she had not
seen little Kay, the woman answered that he had not passed there, but he no
doubt would come; and she told her not to be cast down, but taste her
cherries, and look at her flowers, which were finer than any in a
picture-book, each of which could tell a whole story. She then took Gerda by
the hand, led her into the little cottage, and locked the door.

The windows were very high up; the glass was red, blue, and green, and the
sunlight shone through quite wondrously⁴⁷ in all sorts of colors. On the table
stood the most exquisite⁴⁸ cherries, and Gerda ate as many as she chose, for she
had permission to do so. While she was eating, the old woman combed her hair
with a golden comb, and her hair curled and shone with a lovely golden color
around that sweet little face, which was so round and so like a rose.

"I have often longed for such a dear little girl," said the old woman. "Now
you shall see how well we agree together"; and while she combed little Gerda's
hair, the child forgot her foster-brother Kay more and more, for the old woman
understood magic; but she was no evil being, she only practised witchcraft a
little for her own private amusement, and now she wanted very much to keep
little Gerda. She therefore went out in the garden, stretched out her crooked
stick towards the rose-bushes, which, beautifully as they were blowing, all
sank into the earth and no one could tell where they had stood. The old woman
feared that if Gerda should see the roses, she would then think of her own,
would remember little Kay, and run away from her.

She now led Gerda into the flower-garden. Oh, what odour and what loveliness
was there! Every flower that one could think of, and of every season, stood
there in fullest bloom; no picture-book could be gayer or more beautiful.
Gerda jumped for joy, and played till the sun set behind the tall cherry-tree;
she then had a pretty bed, with a red silken coverlet filled with blue
violets. She fell asleep, and had as pleasant dreams as ever a queen on her
wedding-day.

The next morning she went to play with the flowers in the warm sunshine, and
thus passed away a day. Gerda knew every flower; and, numerous as they were,
it still seemed to Gerda that one was wanting, though she did not know which.
One day while she was looking at the hat of the old woman painted with
flowers, the most beautiful of them all seemed to her to be a rose. The old
woman had forgotten to take it from her hat when she made the others vanish in
the earth. But so it is when one's thoughts are not collected. "What!" said
Gerda. "Are there no roses here?" and she ran about amongst the flowerbeds,
and looked, and looked, but there was not one to be found. She then sat down
and wept; but her hot tears fell just where a rose-bush had sunk; and when her
warm tears watered the ground, the tree shot up suddenly as fresh and blooming
as when it had been swallowed up. Gerda kissed the roses, thought of her own
dear roses at home, and with them of little Kay.

"Oh, how long I have stayed!" said the little girl. "I intended to look for
Kay! Don't you know where he is?" she asked of the roses. "Do you think he is
dead and gone?"

"Dead he certainly is not," said the Roses. "We have been in the earth where
all the dead are, but Kay was not there."

"Many thanks!" said little Gerda; and she went to the other flowers, looked
into their cups, and asked, "Don't you know where little Kay is?"

But every flower stood in the sunshine, and dreamed its own fairy tale or its
own story: and they all told her very many things, but not one knew anything
of Kay.

Well, what did the Tiger-Lily say?

"Hearest thou not the drum? Bum⁴⁹! Bum! Those are the only two tones. Always
bum! Bum! Hark to the plaintive⁵⁰ song of the old woman, to the call of the
priests! The Hindoo woman in her long robe stands upon the funeral pile; the
flames rise around her and her dead husband, but the Hindoo woman thinks on
the living one in the surrounding circle; on him whose eyes burn hotter than
the flames--on him, the fire of whose eyes pierces her heart more than the
flames which soon will burn her body to ashes. Can the heart's flame die in
the flame of the funeral pile?"

"I don't understand that at all," said little Gerda.

"That is my story," said the Lily.

What did the Convolvulus say?

"Projecting over a narrow mountain-path there hangs an old feudal⁵¹ castle.
Thick evergreens⁵² grow on the dilapidated walls, and around the altar, where a
lovely maiden⁵³ is standing⁵⁴: she bends over the railing and looks out upon the
rose. No fresher rose hangs on the branches than she; no appleblossom carried
away by the wind is more buoyant! How her silken robe is rustling⁵⁵!

"'Is he not yet come?'"

"Is it Kay that you mean?" asked little Gerda.

"I am speaking about my story--about my dream," answered the Convolvulus.

What did the Snowdrops say?

"Between the trees a long board is hanging--it is a swing. Two little girls
are sitting in it, and swing themselves backwards⁵⁶ and forwards; their frocks
are as white as snow, and long green silk ribands flutter from their bonnets⁵⁷.
Their brother, who is older than they are, stands up in the swing; he twines
his arms round the cords to hold himself fast, for in one hand he has a little
cup, and in the other a clay-pipe. He is blowing soap-bubbles. The swing
moves, and the bubbles float in charming changing colors: the last is still
hanging to the end of the pipe, and rocks in the breeze. The swing moves. The
little black dog, as light as a soap-bubble, jumps up on his hind²⁹ legs to try
to get into the swing. It moves, the dog falls down, barks, and is angry. They
tease him; the bubble bursts! A swing, a bursting bubble--such is my song!"

"What you relate may be very pretty, but you tell it in so melancholy⁵⁸ a
manner, and do not mention Kay."

What do the Hyacinths say?

"There were once upon a time three sisters, quite transparent⁵⁹, and very
beautiful. The robe of the one was red, that of the second blue, and that of
the third white. They danced hand in hand beside the calm lake in the clear
moonshine. They were not elfin maidens⁶⁰, but mortal children. A sweet fragrance⁶¹
was smelt⁶², and the maidens vanished in the wood; the fragrance grew
stronger--three coffins⁶³, and in them three lovely maidens, glided⁶⁵ out of the
forest and across the lake: the shining glow-worms flew around like little
floating lights. Do the dancing maidens sleep, or are they dead? The odour of
the flowers says they are corpses⁶⁶; the evening bell tolls⁶⁸ for the dead!"

"You make me quite sad," said little Gerda. "I cannot help thinking of the
dead maidens. Oh! is little Kay really dead? The Roses have been in the earth,
and they say no."

"Ding, dong!" sounded the Hyacinth bells. "We do not toll⁶⁷ for little Kay; we
do not know him. That is our way of singing, the only one we have."

And Gerda went to the Ranunculuses, that looked forth⁸ from among the shining
green leaves.

"You are a little bright sun!" said Gerda. "Tell me if you know where I can
find my playfellow."

And the Ranunculus shone brightly, and looked again at Gerda. What song could
the Ranunculus sing? It was one that said nothing about Kay either.

"In a small court the bright sun was shining in the first days of spring. The
beams glided down the white walls of a neighbor's house, and close by the
fresh yellow flowers were growing, shining like gold in the warm sun-rays. An
old grandmother was sitting in the air; her grand-daughter, the poor and
lovely servant just come for a short visit. She knows her grandmother. There
was gold, pure virgin⁶⁹ gold in that blessed kiss. There, that is my little
story," said the Ranunculus.

"My poor old grandmother!" sighed Gerda. "Yes, she is longing⁷⁰ for me, no
doubt: she is sorrowing for me, as she did for little Kay. But I will soon
come home, and then I will bring Kay with me. It is of no use asking the
flowers; they only know their own old rhymes, and can tell me nothing." And
she tucked up her frock, to enable her to run quicker; but the Narcissus gave
her a knock on the leg, just as she was going to jump over it. So she stood
still, looked at the long yellow flower, and asked, "You perhaps know
something?" and she bent down to the Narcissus. And what did it say?

"I can see myself--I can see myself! Oh, how odorous I am! Up in the little
garret there stands, half-dressed, a little Dancer. She stands now on one leg,
now on both; she despises the whole world; yet she lives only in imagination.
She pours water out of the teapot over a piece of stuff which she holds in her
hand; it is the bodice; cleanliness is a fine thing. The white dress is
hanging on the hook; it was washed in the teapot, and dried on the roof. She
puts it on, ties a saffron-colored kerchief round her neck, and then the gown
looks whiter. I can see myself--I can see myself!"

"That's nothing to me," said little Gerda. "That does not concern me." And
then off she ran to the further end of the garden.

The gate was locked, but she shook the rusted⁷¹ bolt till it was loosened, and
the gate opened; and little Gerda ran off barefooted into the wide world. She
looked round her thrice, but no one followed her. At last she could run no
longer; she sat down on a large stone, and when she looked about her, she saw
that the summer had passed; it was late in the autumn, but that one could not
remark in the beautiful garden, where there was always sunshine, and where
there were flowers the whole year round.

"Dear me, how long I have staid!" said Gerda. "Autumn is come. I must not rest
any longer." And she got up to go further.

Oh, how tender and wearied her little feet were! All around it looked so cold
and raw: the long willow-leaves were quite yellow, and the fog dripped from
them like water; one leaf fell after the other: the sloes only stood full of
fruit, which set one's teeth on edge. Oh, how dark and comfortless it was in
the dreary⁷² world!

FOURTH STORY. The Prince and Princess

Gerda was obliged to rest herself again, when, exactly opposite to her, a
large Raven⁷³ came hopping⁷⁴ over the white snow. He had long been looking at
Gerda and shaking his head; and now he said, "Caw! Caw!" Good day! Good day!
He could not say it better; but he felt a sympathy for the little girl, and
asked her where she was going all alone. The word "alone" Gerda understood
quite well, and felt how much was expressed by it; so she told the Raven her
whole history, and asked if he had not seen Kay.

The Raven nodded very gravely, and said, "It may be--it may be!"

"What, do you really think so?" cried the little girl; and she nearly squeezed
the Raven to death, so much did she kiss him.

"Gently, gently," said the Raven. "I think I know; I think that it may be
little Kay. But now he has forgotten you for the Princess."

"Does he live with a Princess?" asked Gerda.

"Yes--listen," said the Raven; "but it will be difficult for me to speak your
language. If you understand the Raven language I can tell you better."

"No, I have not learnt it," said Gerda; "but my grandmother understands it,
and she can speak gibberish too. I wish I had learnt it."

"No matter," said the Raven; "I will tell you as well as I can; however, it
will be bad enough." And then he told all he knew.

"In the kingdom where we now are there lives a Princess, who is
extraordinarily⁷⁶ clever; for she has read all the newspapers in the whole
world, and has forgotten them again--so clever is she. She was lately, it is
said, sitting on her throne--which is not very amusing after all--when she
began humming an old tune, and it was just, 'Oh, why should I not be married?'
'That song is not without its meaning,' said she, and so then she was
determined⁷⁷ to marry; but she would have a husband who knew how to give an
answer when he was spoken to--not one who looked only as if he were a great
personage, for that is so tiresome⁷⁸. She then had all the ladies of the court
drummed together; and when they heard her intention, all were very pleased,
and said, 'We are very glad to hear it; it is the very thing we were thinking
of.' You may believe every word I say," said the Raven; "for I have a tame
sweetheart that hops⁷⁹ about in the palace quite free, and it was she who told
me all this.

"The newspapers appeared forthwith with a border of hearts and the initials of
the Princess; and therein you might read that every good-looking young man was
at liberty to come to the palace and speak to the Princess; and he who spoke
in such wise as showed he felt himself at home there, that one the Princess
would choose for her husband.

"Yes, Yes," said the Raven, "you may believe it; it is as true as I am sitting
here. People came in crowds; there was a crush and a hurry, but no one was
successful either on the first or second day. They could all talk well enough
when they were out in the street; but as soon as they came inside the
palace gates, and saw the guard richly dressed in silver, and the lackeys⁸⁰ in
gold on the staircase, and the large illuminated⁸¹ saloons, then they were
abashed⁸²; and when they stood before the throne on which the Princess was
sitting, all they could do was to repeat the last word they had uttered, and
to hear it again did not interest her very much. It was just as if the people
within were under a charm, and had fallen into a trance till they came out
again into the street; for then--oh, then--they could chatter⁸³ enough. There
was a whole row of them standing from the town-gates to the palace. I was
there myself to look," said the Raven. "They grew hungry and thirsty; but from
the palace they got nothing whatever, not even a glass of water. Some of the
cleverest, it is true, had taken bread and butter with them: but none shared
it with his neighbor, for each thought, 'Let him look hungry, and then the
Princess won't have him.'"

"But Kay--little Kay," said Gerda, "when did he come? Was he among the
number?"

"Patience, patience; we are just come to him. It was on the third day when a
little personage without horse or equipage, came marching right boldly up to
the palace; his eyes shone like yours, he had beautiful long hair, but his
clothes were very shabby."

"That was Kay," cried Gerda, with a voice of delight. "Oh, now I've found
him!" and she clapped her hands for joy.

"He had a little knapsack at his back," said the Raven.

"No, that was certainly his sledge," said Gerda; "for when he went away he
took his sledge with him."

"That may be," said the Raven; "I did not examine him so minutely; but I know
from my tame sweetheart, that when he came into the court-yard of the palace,
and saw the body-guard in silver, the lackeys on the staircase, he was not the
least abashed; he nodded, and said to them, 'It must be very tiresome to stand
on the stairs; for my part, I shall go in.' The saloons were gleaming with
lustres--privy councillors and excellencies were walking about barefooted, and
wore gold keys; it was enough to make any one feel uncomfortable. His boots
creaked, too, so loudly, but still he was not at all afraid."

"That's Kay for certain," said Gerda. "I know he had on new boots; I have
heard them creaking in grandmama's room."

"Yes, they creaked," said the Raven. "And on he went boldly up to the
Princess, who was sitting on a pearl as large as a spinning-wheel. All the
ladies of the court, with their attendants and attendants' attendants, and all
the cavaliers, with their gentlemen and gentlemen's gentlemen, stood round;
and the nearer they stood to the door, the prouder they looked. It was hardly
possible to look at the gentleman's gentleman, so very haughtily⁸⁴ did he stand
in the doorway⁸⁵."

"It must have been terrible," said little Gerda. "And did Kay get the
Princess?"

"Were I not a Raven, I should have taken the Princess myself, although I am
promised. It is said he spoke as well as I speak when I talk Raven language;
this I learned from my tame sweetheart. He was bold and nicely behaved; he had
not come to woo the Princess, but only to hear her wisdom. She pleased him,
and he pleased her."

"Yes, yes; for certain that was Kay," said Gerda. "He was so clever; he could
reckon fractions in his head. Oh, won't you take me to the palace?"

"That is very easily said," answered the Raven. "But how are we to manage it?
I'll speak to my tame sweetheart about it: she must advise us; for so much I
must tell you, such a little girl as you are will never get permission to
enter."

"Oh, yes I shall," said Gerda; "when Kay hears that I am here, he will come
out directly to fetch me."

"Wait for me here on these steps," said the Raven. He moved his head backwards
and forwards and flew away.

The evening was closing in when the Raven returned. "Caw--caw!" said he. "She
sends you her compliments; and here is a roll for you. She took it out of the
kitchen, where there is bread enough. You are hungry, no doubt. It is not
possible for you to enter the palace, for you are barefooted: the guards in
silver, and the lackeys in gold, would not allow it; but do not cry, you shall
come in still. My sweetheart knows a little back stair that leads to the
bedchamber, and she knows where she can get the key of it."

And they went into the garden in the large avenue, where one leaf was falling
after the other; and when the lights in the palace had all gradually
disappeared, the Raven led little Gerda to the back door, which stood half
open.

Oh, how Gerda's heart beat with anxiety and longing! It was just as if she had
been about to do something wrong; and yet she only wanted to know if little
Kay was there. Yes, he must be there. She called to mind his intelligent eyes,
and his long hair, so vividly⁸⁶, she could quite see him as he used to laugh
when they were sitting under the roses at home. "He will, no doubt, be glad to
see you--to hear what a long way you have come for his sake; to know how
unhappy all at home were when he did not come back."

Oh, what a fright and a joy it was!

They were now on the stairs. A single lamp was burning there; and on the floor
stood the tame Raven, turning her head on every side and looking at Gerda, who
bowed as her grandmother had taught her to do.

"My intended has told me so much good of you, my dear young lady," said the
tame Raven. "Your tale is very affecting. If you will take the lamp, I will go
before. We will go straight on, for we shall meet no one."

"I think there is somebody just behind us," said Gerda; and something rushed
past: it was like shadowy figures on the wall; horses with flowing manes and
thin legs, huntsmen, ladies and gentlemen on horseback.

"They are only dreams," said the Raven. "They come to fetch the thoughts of
the high personages to the chase; 'tis well, for now you can observe them in
bed all the better. But let me find, when you enjoy honor and distinction,
that you possess a grateful heart."

"Tut! That's not worth talking about," said the Raven of the woods.

They now entered the first saloon, which was of rose-colored satin, with
artificial flowers on the wall. Here the dreams were rushing past, but they
hastened by so quickly that Gerda could not see the high personages. One hall
was more magnificent than the other; one might indeed well be abashed; and at
last they came into the bedchamber. The ceiling of the room resembled a large
palm-tree with leaves of glass, of costly⁸⁷ glass; and in the middle, from a
thick golden stem, hung two beds, each of which resembled a lily. One was
white, and in this lay the Princess; the other was red, and it was here that
Gerda was to look for little Kay. She bent back one of the red leaves, and saw
a brown neck. Oh! that was Kay! She called him quite loud by name, held the
lamp towards him--the dreams rushed back again into the chamber--he awoke,
turned his head, and--it was not little Kay!

The Prince was only like him about the neck; but he was young and handsome.
And out of the white lily leaves the Princess peeped, too, and asked what was
the matter. Then little Gerda cried, and told her her whole history, and all
that the Ravens⁸⁸ had done for her.

"Poor little thing!" said the Prince and the Princess. They praised the Ravens
very much, and told them they were not at all angry with them, but they were
not to do so again. However, they should have a reward. "Will you fly about
here at liberty," asked the Princess; "or would you like to have a fixed¹⁸
appointment as court ravens, with all the broken bits from the kitchen?"

And both the Ravens nodded, and begged for a fixed appointment; for they
thought of their old age, and said, "It is a good thing to have a provision
for our old days."

And the Prince got up and let Gerda sleep in his bed, and more than this he
could not do. She folded her little hands and thought, "How good men and
animals are!" and she then fell asleep and slept soundly. All the dreams flew
in again, and they now looked like the angels; they drew a little sledge, in
which little Kay sat and nodded his head; but the whole was only a dream, and
therefore it all vanished as soon as she awoke.

The next day she was dressed from head to foot in silk and velvet⁸⁹. They
offered to let her stay at the palace, and lead a happy life; but she begged
to have a little carriage with a horse in front, and for a small pair of
shoes; then, she said, she would again go forth in the wide world and look for
Kay.

Shoes and a muff were given her; she was, too, dressed very nicely; and when
she was about to set off, a new carriage stopped before the door. It was of
pure gold, and the arms of the Prince and Princess shone like a star upon it;
the coachman, the footmen, and the outriders, for outriders were there, too,
all wore golden crowns. The Prince and the Princess assisted her into the
carriage themselves, and wished her all success. The Raven of the woods, who
was now married, accompanied her for the first three miles. He sat beside
Gerda, for he could not bear riding backwards; the other Raven stood in the
doorway, and flapped her wings; she could not accompany Gerda, because she
suffered from headache since she had had a fixed appointment and ate so much.
The carriage was lined inside with sugar-plums, and in the seats were fruits
and gingerbread.

"Farewell! Farewell!" cried Prince and Princess; and Gerda wept, and the Raven
wept. Thus passed the first miles; and then the Raven bade her farewell, and
this was the most painful separation of all. He flew into a tree, and beat his
black wings as long as he could see the carriage, that shone from afar like a
sunbeam.

FIFTH STORY. The Little Robber Maiden

They drove through the dark wood; but the carriage shone like a torch, and it
dazzled the eyes of the robbers, so that they could not bear to look at it.

"'Tis gold! 'Tis gold!" they cried; and they rushed forward, seized the
horses, knocked down the little postilion, the coachman, and the servants, and
pulled little Gerda out of the carriage.

"How plump, how beautiful she is! She must have been fed on nut-kernels," said
the old female robber, who had a long, scrubby beard, and bushy eyebrows⁹⁰ that
hung down over her eyes. "She is as good as a fatted lamb! How nice she will
be!" And then she drew out a knife, the blade of which shone so that it was
quite dreadful to behold⁹¹.

"Oh!" cried the woman at the same moment. She had been bitten in the ear by
her own little daughter, who hung at her back; and who was so wild and
unmanageable, that it was quite amusing to see her. "You naughty child!" said
the mother: and now she had not time to kill Gerda.

"She shall play with me," said the little robber child. "She shall give me her
muff, and her pretty frock; she shall sleep in my bed!" And then she gave her
mother another bite, so that she jumped, and ran round with the pain; and the
Robbers laughed, and said, "Look, how she is dancing with the little one!"

"I will go into the carriage," said the little robber maiden; and she would
have her will, for she was very spoiled and very headstrong. She and Gerda got
in; and then away they drove over the stumps⁹² of felled trees, deeper and
deeper into the woods. The little robber maiden was as tall as Gerda, but
stronger, broader-shouldered, and of dark complexion⁹³; her eyes were quite
black; they looked almost melancholy. She embraced little Gerda, and said,
"They shall not kill you as long as I am not displeased⁹⁴ with you. You are,
doubtless, a Princess?"

"No," said little Gerda; who then related all that had happened to her, and
how much she cared about little Kay.

The little robber maiden looked at her with a serious air, nodded her head
slightly, and said, "They shall not kill you, even if I am angry with you:
then I will do it myself"; and she dried Gerda's eyes, and put both her hands
in the handsome muff, which was so soft and warm.

At length the carriage stopped. They were in the midst of the court-yard of a
robber's castle. It was full of cracks from top to bottom; and out of the
openings magpies⁹⁵ and rooks were flying; and the great bull-dogs, each of which
looked as if he could swallow a man, jumped up, but they did not bark, for
that was forbidden.

In the midst of the large, old, smoking hall burnt a great fire on the stone
floor. The smoke disappeared under the stones, and had to seek its own egress⁹⁶.
In an immense caldron soup was boiling; and rabbits and hares were being
roasted on a spit.

"You shall sleep with me to-night, with all my animals," said the little
robber maiden. They had something to eat and drink; and then went into a
corner, where straw and carpets were lying. Beside them, on laths and perches,
sat nearly a hundred pigeons, all asleep, seemingly; but yet they moved a
little when the robber maiden came. "They are all mine," said she, at the
same time seizing one that was next to her by the legs and shaking it so that
its wings fluttered. "Kiss it," cried the little girl, and flung the pigeon in
Gerda's face. "Up there is the rabble⁹⁷ of the wood," continued she, pointing to
several laths which were fastened before a hole high up in the wall; "that's
the rabble; they would all fly away immediately, if they were not well
fastened in. And here is my dear old Bac"; and she laid hold of the horns of a
reindeer⁹⁸, that had a bright copper ring round its neck, and was tethered to
the spot. "We are obliged to lock this fellow in too, or he would make his
escape. Every evening I tickle⁵ his neck with my sharp knife; he is so
frightened at it!" and the little girl drew forth a long knife, from a crack
in the wall, and let it glide⁶⁴ over the Reindeer's neck. The poor animal
kicked; the girl laughed, and pulled Gerda into bed with her.

"Do you intend to keep your knife while you sleep?" asked Gerda; looking at it
rather fearfully.

"I always sleep with the knife," said the little robber maiden. "There is no
knowing what may happen. But tell me now, once more, all about little Kay; and
why you have started off in the wide world alone." And Gerda related all, from
the very beginning: the Wood-pigeons cooed above in their cage, and the others
slept. The little robber maiden wound her arm round Gerda's neck, held the
knife in the other hand, and snored so loud that everybody could hear her; but
Gerda could not close her eyes, for she did not know whether she was to live
or die. The robbers sat round the fire, sang and drank; and the old female
robber jumped about so, that it was quite dreadful for Gerda to see her.

Then the Wood-pigeons said, "Coo! Coo! We have seen little Kay! A white hen
carries his sledge; he himself sat in the carriage of the Snow Queen, who
passed here, down just over the wood, as we lay in our nest. She blew upon us
young ones; and all died except we two. Coo! Coo!"

"What is that you say up there?" cried little Gerda. "Where did the Snow Queen
go to? Do you know anything about it?"

"She is no doubt gone to Lapland; for there is always snow and ice there. Only
ask the Reindeer, who is tethered there."

"Ice and snow is there! There it is, glorious and beautiful!" said the
Reindeer. "One can spring about in the large shining valleys! The Snow Queen
has her summer-tent there; but her fixed abode⁹⁹ is high up towards the North
Pole, on the Island called Spitzbergen."

"Oh, Kay! Poor little Kay!" sighed Gerda.

"Do you choose to be quiet?" said the robber maiden. "If you don't, I shall
make you."

In the morning Gerda told her all that the Wood-pigeons had said; and the
little maiden looked very serious, but she nodded her head, and said, "That's
no matter--that's no matter. Do you know where Lapland lies!" she asked of the
Reindeer.

"Who should know better than I?" said the animal; and his eyes rolled in his
head. "I was born and bred there--there I leapt about on the fields of snow."

"Listen," said the robber maiden to Gerda. "You see that the men are gone;
but my mother is still here, and will remain. However, towards morning she
takes a draught¹⁰⁰ out of the large flask¹⁰¹, and then she sleeps a little: then I
will do something for you." She now jumped out of bed, flew to her mother;
with her arms round her neck, and pulling her by the beard, said, "Good
morrow, my own sweet nanny-goat of a mother." And her mother took hold of her
nose, and pinched it till it was red and blue; but this was all done out of
pure love.

When the mother had taken a sup at her flask, and was having a nap, the little
robber maiden went to the Reindeer, and said, "I should very much like to give
you still many a tickling¹⁰² with the sharp knife, for then you are so amusing;
however, I will untether you, and help you out, so that you may go back to
Lapland. But you must make good use of your legs; and take this little girl
for me to the palace of the Snow Queen, where her playfellow is. You have
heard, I suppose, all she said; for she spoke loud enough, and you were
listening."

The Reindeer gave a bound for joy. The robber maiden lifted up little Gerda,
and took the precaution to bind¹⁰³ her fast on the Reindeer's back; she even gave
her a small cushion to sit on. "Here are your worsted leggins, for it will be
cold; but the muff I shall keep for myself, for it is so very pretty. But I
do not wish you to be cold. Here is a pair of lined gloves of my mother's;
they just reach up to your elbow. On with them! Now you look about the hands
just like my ugly old mother!"

And Gerda wept for joy.

"I can't bear to see you fretting," said the little robber maiden. "This is
just the time when you ought to look pleased. Here are two loaves and a ham
for you, so that you won't starve." The bread and the meat were fastened to
the Reindeer's back; the little maiden opened the door, called in all the
dogs, and then with her knife cut the rope that fastened the animal, and said
to him, "Now, off with you; but take good care of the little girl!"

And Gerda stretched out her hands with the large wadded gloves towards the
robber maiden, and said, "Farewell!" and the Reindeer flew on over bush and
bramble through the great wood, over moor¹⁰⁴ and heath, as fast as he could go.

"Ddsa! Ddsa!" was heard in the sky. It was just as if somebody was sneezing.

"These are my old northern-lights," said the Reindeer, "look how they gleam!"
And on he now sped still quicker--day and night on he went: the loaves were
consumed, and the ham too; and now they were in Lapland.

SIXTH STORY. The Lapland Woman and the Finland Woman

Suddenly they stopped before a little house, which looked very miserable¹⁰⁵. The
roof reached to the ground; and the door was so low, that the family were
obliged to creep upon their stomachs when they went in or out. Nobody was at
home except an old Lapland woman, who was dressing¹⁰⁶ fish by the light of an oil
lamp. And the Reindeer told her the whole of Gerda's history, but first of all
his own; for that seemed to him of much greater importance. Gerda was so
chilled that she could not speak.

"Poor thing," said the Lapland woman, "you have far to run still. You have
more than a hundred miles to go before you get to Finland; there the Snow
Queen has her country-house, and burns blue lights every evening. I will give
you a few words from me, which I will write on a dried haberdine, for paper I
have none; this you can take with you to the Finland woman, and she will be
able to give you more information than I can."

When Gerda had warmed herself, and had eaten and drunk, the Lapland woman
wrote a few words on a dried haberdine, begged Gerda to take care of them, put
her on the Reindeer, bound her fast, and away sprang the animal. "Ddsa! Ddsa!"
was again heard in the air; the most charming blue lights burned the whole
night in the sky, and at last they came to Finland. They knocked at the
chimney of the Finland woman; for as to a door, she had none.

There was such a heat inside that the Finland woman herself went about
almost naked. She was diminutive¹⁰⁷ and dirty. She immediately loosened little
Gerda's clothes, pulled off her thick gloves and boots; for otherwise the heat
would have been too great--and after laying a piece of ice on the Reindeer's
head, read what was written on the fish-skin. She read it three times: she
then knew it by heart; so she put the fish into the cupboard--for it might
very well be eaten, and she never threw anything away.

Then the Reindeer related his own story first, and afterwards that of little
Gerda; and the Finland woman winked her eyes, but said nothing.

"You are so clever," said the Reindeer; "you can, I know, twist all the winds
of the world together in a knot. If the seaman¹⁰⁸ loosens one knot, then he has a
good wind; if a second, then it blows pretty stiffly; if he undoes¹⁰⁹ the third
and fourth, then it rages so that the forests are upturned. Will you give the
little maiden a potion, that she may possess the strength of twelve men, and
vanquish the Snow Queen?"

"The strength of twelve men!" said the Finland woman. "Much good that would
be!" Then she went to a cupboard, and drew out a large skin rolled up. When
she had unrolled it, strange characters were to be seen written thereon; and
the Finland woman read at such a rate that the perspiration¹¹⁰ trickled¹¹¹ down her
forehead.

But the Reindeer begged so hard for little Gerda, and Gerda looked so
imploringly with tearful eyes at the Finland woman, that she winked, and drew
the Reindeer aside into a corner, where they whispered together, while the
animal got some fresh ice put on his head.

"'Tis true little Kay is at the Snow Queen's, and finds everything there quite
to his taste; and he thinks it the very best place in the world; but the
reason of that is, he has a splinter of glass in his eye, and in his heart.
These must be got out first; otherwise he will never go back to mankind, and
the Snow Queen will retain her power over him."

"But can you give little Gerda nothing to take which will endue¹¹² her with power
over the whole?"

"I can give her no more power than what she has already. Don't you see how
great it is? Don't you see how men and animals are forced to serve her; how
well she gets through the world barefooted? She must not hear of her power
from us; that power lies in her heart, because she is a sweet and innocent
child! If she cannot get to the Snow Queen by herself, and rid little Kay of
the glass, we cannot help her. Two miles hence the garden of the Snow Queen
begins; thither¹¹³ you may carry the little girl. Set her down by the large bush
with red berries, standing in the snow; don't stay talking, but hasten back as
fast as possible." And now the Finland woman placed little Gerda on the
Reindeer's back, and off he ran with all imaginable speed.

"Oh! I have not got my boots! I have not brought my gloves!" cried little
Gerda. She remarked she was without them from the cutting frost; but the
Reindeer dared not stand still; on he ran till he came to the great bush with
the red berries, and there he set Gerda down, kissed her mouth, while large
bright tears flowed from the animal's eyes, and then back he went as fast as
possible. There stood poor Gerda now, without shoes or gloves, in the very
middle of dreadful icy Finland.

She ran on as fast as she could. There then came a whole regiment¹¹⁴ of
snow-flakes, but they did not fall from above, and they were quite bright and
shining from the Aurora¹¹⁵ Borealis. The flakes ran along the ground, and the
nearer they came the larger they grew. Gerda well remembered how large and
strange the snow-flakes appeared when she once saw them through a
magnifying-glass; but now they were large and terrific in another
manner--they were all alive. They were the outposts of the Snow Queen. They
had the most wondrous shapes; some looked like large ugly porcupines¹¹⁶; others
like snakes knotted together, with their heads sticking out; and others,
again, like small fat bears, with the hair standing on end: all were of
dazzling whiteness--all were living snow-flakes.

Little Gerda repeated the Lord's Prayer. The cold was so intense that she
could see her own breath, which came like smoke out of her mouth. It grew
thicker and thicker, and took the form of little angels, that grew more and
more when they touched the earth. All had helms on their heads, and lances
and shields in their hands; they increased in numbers; and when Gerda had
finished the Lord's Prayer, she was surrounded by a whole legion. They thrust
at the horrid snow-flakes with their spears, so that they flew into a thousand
pieces; and little Gerda walked on bravely and in security. The angels patted
her hands and feet; and then she felt the cold less, and went on quickly
towards the palace of the Snow Queen.

But now we shall see how Kay fared. He never thought of Gerda, and least of
all that she was standing before the palace.

SEVENTH STORY. What Took Place in the Palace of the Snow Queen, and what
Happened Afterward²⁷

The walls of the palace were of driving snow, and the windows and doors of
cutting winds. There were more than a hundred halls there, according as the
snow was driven by the winds. The largest was many miles in extent; all were
lighted up by the powerful Aurora Borealis, and all were so large, so empty,
so icy cold, and so resplendent! Mirth never reigned¹¹⁷ there; there was never
even a little bear-ball, with the storm for music, while the polar bears went
on their hind legs and showed off their steps. Never a little tea-party of
white young lady foxes; vast, cold, and empty were the halls of the Snow
Queen. The northern-lights shone with such precision that one could tell
exactly when they were at their highest or lowest degree of brightness. In the
middle of the empty, endless hall of snow, was a frozen lake; it was cracked
in a thousand pieces, but each piece was so like the other, that it seemed the
work of a cunning artificer. In the middle of this lake sat the Snow Queen
when she was at home; and then she said she was sitting in the Mirror of
Understanding, and that this was the only one and the best thing in the world.

Little Kay was quite blue, yes nearly black with cold; but he did not observe
it, for she had kissed away all feeling of cold from his body, and his heart
was a lump of ice. He was dragging along some pointed¹¹⁸ flat pieces of ice,
which he laid together in all possible ways, for he wanted to make something
with them; just as we have little flat pieces of wood to make geometrical
figures with, called the Chinese Puzzle. Kay made all sorts of figures, the
most complicated, for it was an ice-puzzle for the understanding. In his eyes
the figures were extraordinarily beautiful, and of the utmost importance; for
the bit of glass which was in his eye caused this. He found whole figures
which represented a written word; but he never could manage to represent just
the word he wanted--that word was "eternity"; and the Snow Queen had said, "If
you can discover that figure, you shall be your own master, and I will make
you a present of the whole world and a pair of new skates." But he could not
find it out.

"I am going now to warm lands," said the Snow Queen. "I must have a look down
into the black caldrons." It was the volcanoes Vesuvius and Etna that she
meant. "I will just give them a coating of white, for that is as it ought to
be; besides, it is good for the oranges and the grapes." And then away she
flew, and Kay sat quite alone in the empty halls of ice that were miles long,
and looked at the blocks of ice, and thought and thought till his skull¹¹⁹ was
almost cracked. There he sat quite benumbed and motionless; one would have
imagined he was frozen to death.

Suddenly little Gerda stepped through the great portal into the palace. The
gate was formed of cutting winds; but Gerda repeated her evening prayer, and
the winds were laid as though they slept; and the little maiden entered the
vast, empty, cold halls. There she beheld¹²⁰ Kay: she recognised him, flew to
embrace him, and cried out, her arms firmly holding him the while, "Kay, sweet
little Kay! Have I then found you at last?"

But he sat quite still, benumbed and cold. Then little Gerda shed burning
tears; and they fell on his bosom¹²¹, they penetrated to his heart, they thawed
the lumps of ice, and consumed the splinters of the looking-glass; he looked
at her, and she sang the hymn:

"The rose in the valley is blooming so sweet,
And angels descend there the children to greet."

Hereupon Kay burst into tears; he wept so much that the splinter rolled out of
his eye, and he recognised her, and shouted, "Gerda, sweet little Gerda! Where
have you been so long? And where have I been?" He looked round him. "How cold
it is here!" said he. "How empty and cold!" And he held fast by Gerda, who
laughed and wept for joy. It was so beautiful, that even the blocks of ice
danced about for joy; and when they were tired and laid themselves down, they
formed exactly the letters which the Snow Queen had told him to find out; so
now he was his own master, and he would have the whole world and a pair of new
skates into the bargain.

Gerda kissed his cheeks, and they grew quite blooming; she kissed his eyes,
and they shone like her own; she kissed his hands and feet, and he was again
well and merry. The Snow Queen might come back as soon as she liked; there
stood his discharge written in resplendent masses of ice.

They took each other by the hand, and wandered forth out of the large hall;
they talked of their old grandmother, and of the roses upon the roof; and
wherever they went, the winds ceased raging, and the sun burst forth. And when
they reached the bush with the red berries, they found the Reindeer waiting
for them. He had brought another, a young one, with him, whose udder was
filled with milk, which he gave to the little ones, and kissed their lips.
They then carried Kay and Gerda--first to the Finland woman, where they
warmed themselves in the warm room, and learned what they were to do on their
journey home; and they went to the Lapland woman, who made some new
clothes for them and repaired their sledges.

The Reindeer and the young hind leaped along beside them, and accompanied them
to the boundary of the country. Here the first vegetation peeped forth; here
Kay and Gerda took leave of the Lapland woman. "Farewell! Farewell!" they all
said. And the first green buds appeared, the first little birds began to
chirrup; and out of the wood came, riding on a magnificent horse, which Gerda
knew (it was one of the leaders in the golden carriage), a young damsel with a
bright-red cap on her head, and armed with pistols. It was the little robber
maiden, who, tired of being at home, had determined to make a journey to the
north; and afterwards in another direction, if that did not please her. She
recognised Gerda immediately, and Gerda knew her too. It was a joyful¹²² meeting.

"You are a fine fellow for tramping about," said she to little Kay; "I should
like to know, faith, if you deserve that one should run from one end of the
world to the other for your sake?"

But Gerda patted her cheeks, and inquired for the Prince and Princess.

"They are gone abroad," said the other.

"But the Raven?" asked little Gerda.

"Oh! The Raven is dead," she answered. "His tame sweetheart is a widow, and
wears a bit of black worsted round her leg; she laments¹²³ most piteously, but
it's all mere¹²⁴ talk and stuff! Now tell me what you've been doing and how you
managed to catch him."

And Gerda and Kay both told their story.

And "Schnipp-schnapp-schnurre-basselurre," said the robber maiden; and she
took the hands of each, and promised that if she should some day pass through
the town where they lived, she would come and visit them; and then away she
rode. Kay and Gerda took each other's hand: it was lovely spring weather, with
abundance of flowers and of verdure. The church-bells rang, and the children
recognised the high towers, and the large town; it was that in which they
dwelt. They entered and hastened up to their grandmother's room, where
everything was standing as formerly. The clock said "tick! tack¹²⁵!" and the
finger moved round; but as they entered, they remarked that they were now
grown up. The roses on the leads hung blooming in at the open window; there
stood the little children's chairs, and Kay and Gerda sat down on them,
holding each other by the hand; they both had forgotten the cold empty
splendor of the Snow Queen, as though it had been a dream. The grandmother sat
in the bright sunshine, and read aloud from the Bible: "Unless ye become as
little children, ye cannot enter the kingdom of heaven."

And Kay and Gerda looked in each other's eyes, and all at once they understood
the old hymn:

"The rose in the valley is blooming so sweet,
And angels descend there the children to greet."

There sat the two grown-up persons; grown-up, and yet children; children at
least in heart; and it was summer-time; summer, glorious summer!

白雪皇后
第一个故事：关于一面镜子和它的碎片
??请注意！现在我们就要开始讲了。当我们听到这故事的结尾的时候，我们就会知道比现在还要多的事情。他是一个很坏的小鬼，他是一个最坏的家伙，因为他是魔鬼。有一天他非常高兴，因为他制造出了一面镜子。这镜子有一个特点：那就是，一切好的和美的东西，在里面一照，就缩作一团，变成乌有；但是，一些没有价值和丑陋的东西都会显得突出，而且看起来比原形还要糟。最美丽的风景在这镜子里就会像煮烂了的菠菜；最好的人不是现出使人憎恶的样子，就是头朝下，脚朝上，没有身躯，面孔变形，认不出来。如果你有一个雀斑，你不用怀疑，它可以扩大到盖满你的鼻子和嘴。

??魔鬼说：这真够有趣。当一个虔诚和善良的思想在一个人的心里出现的时候，它就在这镜子里表现为一个露齿的怪笑。于是魔鬼对于他这巧妙的发明就发出得意的笑声来。那些进过魔鬼学校的人——因为他开办一个学校——走到哪里就宣传到哪里，说是现在有一个什么奇迹发生了。他们说，人们第一次可以看到世界和人类的本来面目。他们拿着这面镜子到处乱跑，弄得没有一个国家或民族没有在里面被歪曲过。现在他们居然想飞到天上去，去讥笑一下安琪儿或“我们的上帝”。这镜子和他们越飞得高，它就越露出些怪笑。他们几乎拿不住它。他们越飞越高，飞近上帝和安琪儿；于是镜子和它的怪笑开始可怕地抖起来，弄得它从他们的手中落到地上，跌成几亿，几千亿以及无数的碎片。这样，镜子就做出比以前还要更不幸的事情来，因为有许多碎片比沙粒还要小。它们在世界上乱飞，只要飞到人们的眼睛里去，便贴在那儿不动。这些人看起什么东西来都不对头，或者只看到事物的坏的一面，因为每块小小的碎片仍然具有整个镜子的魔力。有的人甚至心里都藏有这样一块碎片，结果不幸得很，这颗心就变成了冰块。

??有些碎片很大，足够做窗子上的玻璃，不过要透过这样的玻璃去看自己的朋友却不恰当。有些碎片被做成了眼镜。如果人们想戴上这样的眼镜去正确地看东西或公正地判断事物，那也是不对头的。这会引起魔鬼大笑，把肚子都笑痛了，因为他对这样的事情感到很痛快。不过外边还有几块碎片在空中乱飞。现在我们听听吧！

第二个故事：一个小男孩和一个小女孩
??在一个大城市里，房子和居民是那么多，空间是那么少，人们连一个小花园都没有。结果大多数的人只好满足于花盆里种的几朵花了。这儿住着两个穷苦的孩子，他们有一个比花盆略为大一点的花园。他们并不是兄妹，不过彼此非常亲爱，就好像兄妹一样。他们各人的父母住在面对面的两个阁楼里。两家的屋顶差不多要碰到一起；两个屋檐下面有一个水笕；每间屋子都开着一个小窗。人们只要越过水笕就可以从这个窗子钻到那个窗子里去。

??两家的父母各有一个大匣子，里面长着一棵小玫瑰和他们所需用的菜蔬。两个匣子里的玫瑰都长得非常好看。现在这两对父母把匣子横放在水笕上，匣子的两端几乎抵着两边的窗子，好像两道开满了花的堤岸。豌豆藤悬在匣子上，玫瑰伸出长长的枝子。它们在窗子上盘着，又互相缠绕着，几乎像一个绿叶和花朵织成的凯旋门。因为匣子放得很高，孩子们都知道他们不能随便爬到上面去，不过有时他们得到许可爬上去，两人走到一起，在玫瑰花下坐在小凳子上。他们可以在这儿玩个痛快。

??这种消遣到冬天就完了。窗子上常常结满了冰。可是这时他们就在炉子上热一个铜板，把它贴在窗玻璃上，溶出一个小小的、圆圆的窥孔来！每个窗子的窥孔后面有一个美丽的、温和的眼珠在偷望。这就是那个小男孩和那个小女孩。男孩的名字叫加伊；女孩叫格尔达。

??在夏天，他们只需一跳就可以来到一起；不过在冬天，得先走下一大段梯子，然后又爬上一大段梯子。外面在飞着雪花。

??“那是白色的蜜蜂在集合。”年老的祖母说。

??“它们也有一个蜂后吗？”那个小男孩子问。因为他知道，真正的蜜蜂群中都有一个蜂后。

??“是的，它们有一个！”祖母说，“凡是蜜蜂最密集的地方，她就会飞来的。她是最大的一个蜜蜂。她从来不在这世界上安安静静地活着；她一会儿就飞到浓密的蜂群中去了。她常常在冬夜飞过城市的街道，朝窗子里面望。窗子上结着奇奇怪怪的冰块，好像开着花朵似的。”

??“是的，这个我已经看到过！”两个孩子齐声说。他们知道这是真的。

??“雪后能走进这儿来吗？”小女孩子问。

??“只要你让她进来，”男孩子说，“我就要请她坐在温暖的炉子上，那么她就会融化成水了。”

??不过老祖母把他的头发理了一下，又讲些别的故事。

??晚间，当小小的加伊在家里、衣服脱了一半的时候，他就爬到窗旁的椅子上去，从那个小窥孔朝外望。有好几片雪花在外面徐徐地落下来，它们中间最大的一片落在花匣子的边上。这朵雪花越长越大，最后变成了一个女人。她披着最细的、像无数颗星星一样的雪花织成的白纱。她非常美丽和娇嫩，不过她是冰块——发着亮光的、闪耀着的冰块——所形成的。然而她是有生命的：她的眼睛发着光，像两颗明亮的星星；不过她的眼睛里没有和平，也没有安静。她对着加伊点头和招手。这个小男孩害怕起来。他跳下椅子，觉得窗子外面好像有一只巨鸟在飞过去似的。

??第二天下了一场寒霜……接着就是解冻……春天到来了。太阳照耀着，绿芽冒出来，燕子筑起巢，窗子开了，小孩子们又高高地坐在楼顶水笕上的小花园里。

??玫瑰花在这个夏天开得真是分外美丽！小女孩念熟了一首圣诗，那里就提到玫瑰花。谈起玫瑰花，她就不禁想起了自己的花儿。于是她就对小男孩子唱出这首圣诗，同时他也唱起来：

??山谷里玫瑰花长得丰茂，
??那儿我们遇见圣婴耶稣。

??这两个小家伙手挽着手，吻着玫瑰花，望着上帝的光耀的太阳，对它讲话，好像圣婴耶稣就在那儿似的。这是多么晴朗的夏天啊！在外面，在那些玫瑰花丛之间，一切是多么美丽啊——这些玫瑰花好像永远开不尽似的！

??加伊和格尔达坐着看绘有鸟儿和动物的画册。这时那个大教堂塔上的钟恰恰敲了五下。于是加伊说：

??“啊！有件东西刺着我的心！有件东西落进我的眼睛里去了！”

??小女孩搂着他的脖子。他眨着眼睛。不，他什么东西也没有看见。

??“我想没有什么了！”他说。但事实并不是这样。落下来的正是从那个镜子上裂下来的一块玻璃碎片。我们还记得很清楚，那是一面魔镜，一块丑恶的玻璃。它把所有伟大和善良的东西都照得藐小和可憎，但是却把所有鄙俗和罪恶的东西映得突出，同时把每一件东西的缺点弄得大家注意起来。可怜的小加伊的心里也粘上了这么一块碎片，而他的心也就立刻变得像冰块。他并不感到不愉快，但碎片却藏在他的心里。

??“你为什么要哭呢？”他问。“这把你的样子弄得真难看！我一点也不喜欢这个样子。呸！”他忽然叫了一声：“那朵玫瑰花被虫吃掉了！你看，这一朵也长歪了！它们的确是一些丑玫瑰！它们真像栽着它们的那个匣子！”

??于是他把这匣子狠狠地踢了一脚，把那两棵玫瑰花全拔掉了。

??“加伊，你在干嘛？”小女孩叫起来。

??他一看到她惊惶的样子，马上又拔掉了另一棵玫瑰。于是他跳进他的窗子里去，让温柔的小格尔达待在外边。

??当她后来拿着画册跟着走进来的时候，他说这本书只配给吃奶的小孩子看。当祖母在讲故事的时候，他总是插进去一个“但是……”，当他一有机会的时候，就偷偷地跟在她的后面，戴着一副老花镜，学着她的模样讲话：他学得很巧妙，弄得大家都对他笑起来。不久他就学会了模仿街上行人的谈话和走路。凡是人们身上的古怪和丑恶的东西，加伊都会模仿。大家都说：“这个孩子，他的头脑一定很特别！”然而这全是因为他眼睛里藏着一块玻璃碎片，心里也藏着一块玻璃碎片的缘故。他甚至于还讥笑起小小的格尔达来——这位全心全意爱他的格尔达。

??他的游戏显然跟以前有些不同了，他玩得比以前聪明得多。在一个冬天的日子里，当雪花正在飞舞的时候，他拿着一面放大镜走出来，提起他的蓝色上衣的下摆，让雪花落到它上面。

??“格尔达，你来看看这面镜子吧！”他说。

??每一片雪花被放大了，像一朵美丽的花儿，或一颗有六个尖角的星星。这真是非常美妙。

??“你看，这是多么巧妙啊！”加伊说，“这比真正的花儿要有趣得多：它里面一点毛病也没有——只要它们不融解，是非常整齐的。”

??不一会儿，加伊戴着厚手套，背着一个雪橇走过来。他对着格尔达的耳朵叫着说：“我匣子得到了许可到广场那儿去——许多别的孩子都在那儿玩耍。”于是他就走了。

??在广场上，那些最大胆的孩子常常把他们的雪橇系在乡下人的马车后边，然后坐在雪橇上跑好长一段路。他们跑得非常高兴。当他们正在玩耍的时候，有一架大雪橇滑过来了。它漆得雪白，上面坐着一个人，身穿厚毛的白皮袍，头戴厚毛的白帽子。这雪橇绕着广场滑了两圈。于是加伊连忙把自己的雪橇系在它上面，跟着它一起滑。它越滑越快，一直滑到邻近的一条街上去。滑着雪橇的那人掉过头来，和善地对加伊点了点头。他们好像是彼此认识似的。每一次当加伊想解开自己的小雪橇的时候，这个人就又跟他点点头；于是加伊就又坐下来了。这么着，他们一直滑出城门。这时雪花在密密地下着，这孩子伸手不见五指，然而他还是在向前滑。他现在急速地松开绳子，想从那个大雪橇摆脱开来。但是一点用也没有，他的小雪橇系得很牢。它们像风一样向前滑。这时他大声地叫起来，但是谁也不理他。雪花在飞着，雪橇也在飞着。它们不时向上一跳，好像在飞过篱笆和沟渠似的。他非常害怕起来。他想念念祷告，不过他只记得起那张乘法表。

??雪越下越大了。最后雪花看起来像巨大的白鸡。那架大雪橇忽然向旁边一跳，停住了；那个滑雪橇的人站起来。这人的皮衣和帽子完全是雪花做成的。这原来是个女子，长得又高又苗条，全身闪着白光。她就是白雪皇后。

??“我们滑行得很好，”她说，“不过你在冻得发抖吧？钻进我的皮衣里来吧。”

??她把他抱进她的雪橇，让他坐在她的身边，她还用自己的皮衣把他裹好。他好像是坠到雪堆里去了似的。

??“你还感到冷吗？”她问，把他的前额吻了一下。

??啊！这一吻比冰块还要冷！它一直透进他那一半已经成了冰块的心里——他觉得自己好像快要死了。不过这种感觉没有持续多久、便马上觉得舒服起来。他也不再觉得周围的寒冷了。

??“我的雪橇！不要忘记我的雪橇！”

??这是他所想到的第一件事情。它已经被牢牢地系在一只白鸡上了，而这只肉鸡正背着雪橇在他们后面飞。白雪皇后又把加伊吻了一下。从此他完全忘记了小小的格尔达、祖母和家里所有的人。

??“你现在再也不需要什么吻了，”她说，“因为如果你再要的话，我会把你吻死的。”

??加伊望着她。她是那么美丽，他再也想象不出比这更漂亮和聪明的面孔。跟以前她坐在窗子外边对他招手时的那副样儿不同，她现在一点也不像是雪做的。在他的眼睛里，她是完美无缺的；他现在一点也不感到害怕。他告诉她，说他会算心算，连分数都算得出来；他知道国家的整个面积和居民。她只是微笑着。这时他似乎觉得，自己所知道的东西还不太多。他抬头向广阔的天空望；她带着他一起飞到乌云上面去。暴风在吹着，呼啸着，好像在唱着古老的歌儿。他们飞过树林和湖泊，飞过大海和陆地；在他们的下边，寒风在怒号，豺狼在呼啸，雪花在发出闪光。上空飞着一群尖叫的乌鸦。但更上面亮着一轮明朗的月亮，加伊在这整个漫长的冬夜里一直望着它。天亮的时候他在雪后的脚下睡着了。

第三个故事：一个会变魔术的女人的花园
??当加伊没有回来的时候，小小的格尔达的心情是怎样的呢？他到什么地方去了呢？谁也不知道，谁也没有带来什么消息。有些男孩子告诉她说，他们看到他把雪橇系到一个漂亮的大雪橇上，开上街道，滑出了城门。谁也不知道他在什么地方。许多人流过眼泪，小小的格尔达哭得特别久，特别伤心。后来大家认为他死了——落到流过城边的那条河里淹死了。啊，那是多么黑暗和漫长的冬天日子啊！

??现在春天带着温暖的太阳光来了。

??“加伊死了，不见了！”小小的格尔达说。

??“我不相信！”太阳光说。

??“他死了，不见了！”她对燕子说。

??“我不相信！”它们回答说。最后，小格尔达自己也不相信了。

??“我将穿起我的那双新红鞋，”她有一天早晨说，“那双加伊从来没有看到过的鞋。然后我就到河边去寻找他！”

??这时天还很早。她把还在睡觉的老祖母吻了一下，于是便穿上她的那双红鞋，单独走出城外，到河边去。

??“你真的把我亲爱的玩伴带走了吗？如果你把他还给我，我就把这双红鞋送给你！”

??她似乎觉得波浪在对她奇怪地点着头。于是她脱下她最心爱的东西——红鞋。她把这双鞋抛到河里去。可是它们落得离岸很近，浪花又把它们打回岸上，送还给她。这条河似乎不愿意接受她这件心爱的东西，因为它没有把她亲爱的加伊夺走。不过她以为她把这双鞋抛得不够远。因此就钻进停在芦苇中的一只船里去。她走到船的另一端，把这双鞋扔出去。但是这船没有系牢，她一动就把船弄得从岸边漂走了。她一发现这情形，就想赶快离开船，但是在她还没有到达另一端以前，船已经离开岸有一亚伦①远了。它漂得比以前更快。

??①丹麦的长度名，等于0。627米。

??小小的格尔达非常害怕，开始大哭起来。可是除了麻雀以外，谁也听不见她；而麻雀并不能把她送回到陆地上来。不过它们沿着河岸飞，唱着歌，好像是要安慰她似的：“我们在这儿呀！我们在这儿呀！”这船顺流而下。小小的格尔达脚上只穿着袜子，坐着不动。她的一双小红鞋在她后面浮着。但是它们漂不到船边来，因为船走得很快。

??两岸是非常美丽的。岸上有美丽的花儿和古树，有放着牛羊的山坡，可是却没有一个人。

??“可能这条河会把我送到小加伊那儿去吧。”格尔达想。

??这样她的心情就好转了一点。她站起来，把两边美丽的绿色的河岸看了好久。不久她就来到了一个很大的樱桃园。这里面有一座小小的房子，它有一些奇怪的蓝窗子和红窗子，还有茅草扎的屋顶，外面还站着两个木头兵：他们向所有乘船路过的人敬礼。

??格尔达喊他们，因为她以为他们是真正的兵士。他们当然是不会回答的。她来到了他们的近旁，河已经把船漂到岸边了。

??格尔达更大声地喊起来。这时有一个很老很老的女人拄着拐杖走出来了：她戴着一顶大草帽，上面绘着许多美丽的花朵。

??“你这个可怜的小宝贝！”老女人说，“你怎么会在这个浪涛滚滚的河上，漂到这么远的地方来呢？”

??于是这老太婆就走下水来，用拐杖把船钩住，把它拖到岸旁，把小小的格尔达抱下来。

??格尔达很高兴，现在又回到陆地上来了，不过她有点害怕这位陌生的老太婆。

??“来吧，告诉我你是谁？你怎样到这儿来的吧。”她说，格尔达把什么都告诉她了。老太婆摇摇头，说：“哼！哼！”当格尔达把一切讲完了，问她有没有看到过小加伊的时候，老太婆就说他还没有来过，不过他一定会来的，格尔达不要太伤心，她可以尝尝樱桃，看看花儿，它们比任何画册上画的都好，因为它们个个都能讲一个故事。于是她牵着格尔达的手，把她带到小屋子里去，把门锁起来。

??窗子开得很高；玻璃都涂上了红色、蓝色和黄色。日光很奇妙地射进来，照出许多不同的颜色。桌上放着许多最好吃的樱桃。格尔达尽量地大吃一通，因为她可以多吃一点，没有关系。当她正在吃的时候，老太婆就用一把金梳子替她梳头发。她的头发髦成了长串的、美丽的黄圈圈，在她和善的小面孔上悬下来，像盛开的玫瑰花。

??“我老早就希望有一个像你这样可爱的小女孩，”老太婆说，“现在你看吧，我们两人会怎样在一起幸福地生活！”

??当老太婆梳着她的头发的时候，她就渐渐忘记了她的玩伴加伊，因为这个老太婆会使魔术，不过她不是一个恶毒的巫婆罢了。她只是为了自己的消遣而耍一点小幻术，同时她想把小小的格尔达留下来。因此她现在走到花园里去，用她的拐杖指着所有的玫瑰花。虽然这些花开得很美丽，但是不一会儿就都沉到黑地底下去了：谁也说不出，它们原来究竟是在什么地方。老太婆很害怕：假如格尔达看见了玫瑰花，她就会想起自己的花，因此也就记起小小的加伊，结果必定会跑走。

??她现在把格尔达领到花园里去。嗨！这里面是多么香，多么美啊！这里盛开着人们能够想象得到的花儿和每季的花儿：任何画册也没有这样多彩，这样美丽。格尔达快乐得跳起来。她一直玩到太阳在高高的樱桃树后面落下去为止。于是她到一个美丽的床上去睡；鸭绒被是红绸子做的，里面还有蓝色的紫罗兰。她在这儿睡着了，做了一些奇异的梦，像一个皇后在新婚的那天一样。

??第二天她又可以在温暖的太阳光中和花儿一起玩耍——这样过了好几天，格尔达认识了每一种花。花的种类虽然多，她似乎还觉得缺少一种，不过究竟是哪一种，她可不知道。有一天她坐着呆呆地看老太婆草帽上绘着的花儿：它们之中最美丽的一种是一朵玫瑰花。当老太婆把所有玫瑰花藏到地底下去的时候，她忘记把帽子上的这朵去掉。不过一个人如果不留神，结果总会是这样。

??“怎么，这儿没有玫瑰花吗？”格尔达说。

??于是她跳到花畦中间去，找了又找，但是她一朵也找不到。这时她就坐在地上哭起来：她的热泪恰恰落到一棵玫瑰花沉下去的地方。当热泪把土润湿了以后，这棵玫瑰就立刻冒出来，开着茂盛的花，正如它坠入土里时那样。格尔达拥抱着它，吻了玫瑰花朵，于是她便想起了家里的那些美丽的玫瑰花，同时也想起了小小的加伊。

??“啊，我耽误了多少时间啊！”小姑娘说。“我要去找小小的加伊！你们知道他在什么地方吗？”她问那些玫瑰花。“你们知道他死了没有？”

??“他没有死！”玫瑰花朵说。“我们曾经在地里呆了一个时候，所有的死人都在那里。不过加伊并不在那里！”

??“谢谢你们！”小小的格尔达说。于是她走到别的花朵面前去，朝它们的花萼里面看，并且问：“你们知道小小的加伊在什么地方吗！”

??不过每朵花都在晒太阳，梦着自己的故事或童话。这些故事或童话格尔达听了许多许多，但是没有哪朵花知道关于加伊的任何消息。

??卷丹花讲了些什么呢？

??你听到过鼓声“冬——冬”吗？它老是只有两个音调：冬——冬！请听妇女们的哀歌吧！请听祭司们的呼唤吧！印度的寡妇穿着红长袍，立在火葬堆上。火焰朝她和她死去了的丈夫身体燎上来。不过这个印度寡妇在想着站在她周围的那群人中的一位活着的人：这个人的眼睛烧得比火焰还要灼热，他眼睛里的火穿进她的心，比这快要把她的身体烧成灰烬的火焰还要灼热。心中的火焰会在火葬堆上的火焰里死去吗？

??“这个我完全不懂！”小小的格尔达说。

??“这就是我要讲的童话。”卷丹花说。

??牵牛花讲了些什么呢？

??在一条狭窄的山路上隐隐出现一幢古老的城堡。它古老的红墙上生满了密密的常春藤。叶子一片接着一片地向阳台上爬。阳台上站着一位美丽的姑娘。她在栏杆上弯下腰来，向路上看了一眼。任何玫瑰花枝上的花朵都没有她那样鲜艳。任何在风中吹着的苹果花都没有她那样轻盈。她美丽的绸衣服发出清脆的沙沙声！

??“他还没有来吗？”

??“你的意思是指加伊吗？”小小的格尔达问。

??“我只是讲我的童话——我的梦呀！”牵牛花回答说。

??雪球花讲了些什么呢？

??有一块长木板吊在树间的绳子上。这是一个秋千。两个漂亮的小姑娘，穿着雪一样白的衣服，戴着飘有长条绿丝带的帽子，正坐在这上面打秋千。她们的哥哥站在秋千上，用手臂挽着绳子来稳住自己，因为他一只手托着一个小碟子，另一只手拿着一根泥烟嘴。他在吹肥皂泡。秋千飞起来了，五光十色的美丽的肥皂泡也飞起来了。最后的一个肥皂泡还挂在烟嘴上，在风中摇摆。秋千在飞着；一只像肥皂泡一样轻的小黑狗用后腿站起来，也想爬到秋千上面来。秋千继续在飞，小狗滚下来，叫着，生着气。大家都笑它，肥皂泡也就破裂了。一块飞舞的秋千板和一个破裂的泡沫——这就是我的歌！

??“你所讲的这个故事可能是很动听的，不过你讲得那么凄惨，而且你没有提到小小的加伊。”

??风信子讲了些什么呢？

??从前有三个美丽的、透明的、娇滴滴的姊妹。第一位穿着红衣服，第二位穿着蓝衣服，第三位穿着白衣服。她们在明朗的月光中，手挽着手在一个静寂的湖边跳舞。她们并不是山妖。她们是人间的女儿。空气中充满了甜蜜的香气！这几位姑娘在树林里消逝了。于是香气变得更浓厚。三口棺材——里面躺着这三位美丽的姑娘——从树丛中飘到湖上来。萤火虫在它们上面飞，像些小小的飞灯一样。这些跳舞的姑娘们在睡觉呢，还是死去了。花的香气说她们死了，同时暮钟也在发出哀悼的声音！

??“你们使我感到怪难过的，”小小的格尔达说，“你们发出这样强烈的香气，我不禁要想起那几位死去了的姑娘。嗨，小小的加伊真的死了吗？玫瑰花曾经到地底下去看过，它们说没有。”

??“叮！当！”风信子的铃敲起来了。“我们不是为小小的加伊而敲——我们不认识他！我们只是唱着我们的歌——我们所知道的唯一的歌。”

??格尔达走到金凤花那儿去。这花在闪光的绿叶中微笑。

??“你是一轮光耀的小太阳，”格尔达说。“请告诉我，假如你知道的话，我在什么地方可以找到我的玩伴？”

??金凤花放射出美丽的光彩，又把格尔达望了一眼。金凤花会唱出一支什么歌呢？这歌跟加伊没有什么关系。

??在一个小院落里，我们上帝的太阳在春天的第一天暖洋洋地照着。它的光线在邻人屋子的白墙上滑行着。在这近旁，第一朵黄花开出来了，在温暖的阳光里像金子一样发亮。老祖母坐在门外的椅子上，她的孙女——一个很美丽的可怜的小姑娘——正回到家里来作短时间的拜望。她吻着祖母。这个幸福的吻里藏有金子，心里的金子。嘴唇是金子，全身是金子，这个早晨的时刻也是金子。这个呀！这就是我的故事！

??金凤花说。

??“我可怜的老祖母！”格尔达叹了一口气说。“是的，她一定在想念着我，在为我担心，正如她在为小小的加伊担心一样。不过我马上就要回家去了，带着加伊一道回家去。探问这些花儿一点用处也没有。它们只知道唱自己的歌，一点消息也不能告诉我！”于是她把她的小罩衫扎起来，为的是可以跑得快一点。可是当她在水仙花上跳过去的时候，花绊住了她的腿。她停下来瞧瞧这棵长长的花，问道：“也许你知道一点消息吧？”

??于是她向这花儿弯下腰来。这花儿讲了些什么呢？

??我能看见我自己！我能看见我自己！我的天！我的天！我是多么香啊！在那个小小的顶楼里面立着一位半裸着的小小舞蹈家：她一会儿用一条腿站着，一会儿用两条腿站着。她的脚跟在整个世界上跳。她不过是一个幻象罢了。她把水从一个茶壶里倒到她的一块布上——这是她的紧身上衣——爱清洁是一个好习惯！她的白袍子挂在一个钉子上。它也是在茶壶里洗过、在屋顶上晒干的：她穿上这衣服，同时在颈项上围一条橙子色的头巾，把这衣服衬得更白了。她的腿跷起来了。你看她用一条腿站着的那副神气。我能看见我自己！我能看见我自己！

??“这一点也不使我感兴趣！”格尔达说。“这对我一点意义也没有！”于是她跑到花园的尽头去。门是锁上了。不过她把那生了锈的锁扭了一下，这锁便松了，门也自动开了。于是小小的格尔达打着一双赤脚跑到外面来。她回头看了三次，没有任何人在追她。最后她跑不动了，便在一块大石头上坐下来。当她向周围一看的时候，夏天已经过去了——已是晚秋时节。在那个美丽的花园里，人们注意不到这件事情——那儿永远有太阳光，永远有四季的花。

??“咳！我耽误了多少光阴啊！”小小的格尔达说。“这已是秋天了！我不能再休息了！”于是她立起身来继续向前走。哦！她的一双小脚是多么酸痛和疲累啊！周围是一片寒冷和阴郁的景色。柳树的叶子已经黄了，雾在它们上面变成水滴下来。叶子在簌簌地往下掉。只有山楂结着果实，酸得使牙齿都要脱落。啊！这个茫茫的世界，是多么灰色和凄凉啊！

第四个故事：王子和公主
??格尔达又不得不休息一下。在她坐着的那块地方的对面，一只大乌鸦在雪地上跳过去了。乌鸦已经坐了很久，呆望着她，转动着头。现在它说：“呱！呱！日安！日安！”这是它能够发出的唯一的声音，对于这个小姑娘它是怀有好感的。它问她单独在这个茫茫的大世界里想要到什么地方去。格尔达深深地体会到“单独”这个字的意义。她把她的全部生活和遭遇都告诉了乌鸦，同时问它有没有看到过加伊。

??乌鸦若有所思地点点头，同时说：

??“可能看到过！可能看到过！”

??“怎么，你真的看到过吗？”小姑娘叫起来，几乎把乌鸦搂得闷死了——她是这样热烈地吻它。

??“轻一点！轻一点！”乌鸦说。“我相信那可能就是小小的加伊！不过他因为那位公主就把你忘掉了！”

??“他是跟一位公主住在一起吗？”格尔达问。

??“是的，请听吧！”乌鸦说，“不过要讲你的那种语言，对于我是太难了。如果你能听懂乌鸦的语言，那么我可以讲得更清楚了！”

??“不成，我没有学过！”格尔达说，“不过我的祖母懂得，也能够讲这种语言。我只希望我也学过。”

??“这倒没有什么关系！”乌鸦说，“我尽量把话讲得清楚好了，但是可能越讲越糊涂。”

??于是乌鸦把它所知道的事情都讲了出来。

??“在我们现在所在的这个王国里，有一位非常聪明的公主。她读过世界上所有的报纸，然后又把它们忘得精光，因为她是那么聪明。最近她坐上了王位——据说这并不怎么有趣——这时她哼出一支歌，而这歌只有这么一句：‘为什么我现在不结婚呢？’她说：‘是的，这句话里有道理。’因此她很想结婚。不过她所希望的丈夫是：当人们和他讲话时，他必须能答话，不仅是站在那儿，只是好看而已——因为这是怪讨厌的。于是她把侍女都召进来：当她们知道了她的用意的时候，她们都非常高兴。‘好极了！’她们说：‘前不久我们也有这个意见。’请你相信，我对你讲的每一个字都是真的！”乌鸦说。“我有一位很驯服的爱人，她可以在宫里自由来往，因此她把所有的事情都告诉我了。”

??当然所谓“爱人”也无非是一个乌鸦，因为乌鸦只会找类似的东西——那永远是一个乌鸦。

??“所有的报纸立即出版，报纸的边上印着鸡心和公主的名字的头一个字母，作为装饰。人们可以读到：每个漂亮的年轻人可以自由到宫里来和公主谈话，而谈话的人如果能叫人觉得他是毫无拘束、对答如流的话，公主就要选他为丈夫！是的，是的！”乌鸦说，“请你相信我。我的话实实在在，没有半句虚假。年轻人成群结队地到来。当他们来到街上的时候，什么话都会讲；不过他们一起进宫殿的门、看到穿银色制服的门警、看到台阶上站着穿金色制服的仆人和光耀夺目的大厅的时候，他们什么话也说不出来，只能重复地念着公主所说出的话的最后一个字——而她并不要再听自己的话。好像这些人的肚皮里都塞满了鼻烟、已经昏睡过去了似的。只有当他们回到街上来了以后，才能讲话。这些人从城门那儿一直站到宫门口，排成了一长队。我自己曾经去亲眼看过一次！”乌鸦说。“他们变得又饥又渴，不过到了宫殿里，他们连一杯温水也得不到。最聪明的几个人随身带了一点抹了黄油的面包，不过他们并不分给旁边的人吃，因为他们觉得，‘还是让这家伙现出一个饿鬼的样子吧，公主不会要他的！’”

??“可是加伊，小小的加伊呢？”格尔达问，“他什么时候来呢？他会不会在他们中间呢？”

??“等着！等着！我们马上就要谈到他了！到了第三天才有一位小小的人物到来。他没有骑马，也没有乘车子。他高高兴兴地大步走进宫里来。他的眼睛像你的一样，射出光彩。他的头发是又长又细，不过他的衣服是很寒碜的！”

??“那正是加伊！”格尔达高兴地说，“哦，我总算是找到他了！”于是她拍起手来。

??“他的背上背着一个小行囊！”乌鸦说。

??“不，那一定是他的雪橇了！”格尔达说，“因为他是带着雪橇去的。”

??“也可能是！”乌鸦说，“因为我没有仔细去瞧它！不过我听我那位驯服的爱人说起，当他走进宫殿的门、看到穿银色制服的守卫和台阶上穿金色制服的仆人的时候，他一点也不感到慌张。他点点头，对他们说：‘站在这些台阶上一定是一件很腻烦的工作——我倒是宁愿走进去的！’大厅的烛光照耀得如同白昼。枢密顾问官和大臣们托着金盘子，打着赤脚走来走去。这叫人起一种庄严的感觉！他的靴子发出吱格吱格的响声，但是他却一点也不害怕！”

??“这一定就是加伊！”格尔达说。“我知道他穿着一双新靴子；我亲耳听到它们在祖母的房间里发出吱格吱格的响声。”

??“是的，它们的确发出响声！”乌鸦说，“他勇敢地一直走到公主面前，她是坐在纺车那么大的一颗珍珠上的。所有的侍女和她们的丫环以及丫环的丫环，所有的侍臣和他们的仆人以及仆人的仆人——每人还有一个小厮——都在四周站着。他们站得离门口越近，就越显出一副了不起的神气！这些仆人的仆人的小厮——他老是穿着制服——几乎叫人不敢看他，因为他站在门口的样子非常骄傲！”

??“这一定可怕得很！”小小的格尔达说，“但是加伊得到了公主吗？”

??“假如我不是一个乌鸦的话，我也可以得到她的，虽然我已经订过婚。他像我讲乌鸦话时一样会讲话——这是我从我驯服的爱人那儿听来的。他既勇敢，又能讨人喜欢。他并不是来向公主求婚，而是专来听听公主的智慧的，他看中了她；她也看中了他。”

??“是的，那一定就是加伊！”格尔达说。“他是那么聪明，他可以算心算，一直算到分数。哦！你能带我到宫里去一趟吗？”

??“这事说来容易！”乌鸦说。“不过我们怎样实行呢？让我先跟我那个驯服的爱人商量一下吧。她可能给我们一点忠告。我要告诉你一点——像你这样小的女孩子，一般是不会得到许可走进里面去的。”

??“会的，我得到许可的！”格尔达说。“当加伊知道我来了的时候，他马上就会走出来，请我进去的。”

??“请在门栏那儿等着我吧。”乌鸦说，于是它扭了扭头就飞去了。

??当乌鸦回来的时候，天已经黑了很久。

??“呱！呱！”它说，“我代表我的爱人向你问候。这是我带给你的一小片面包。这是她从厨房里拿出来的。那儿面包多的是。你现在一定很饿了！……你想到宫里去是不可能的，因为你是打着赤脚的。那些穿着银色制服的警卫和穿着金色制服的仆人们不会让你进去的。不过请你不要哭；你还是可以进去的。我的爱人知道通到睡房的一个小后楼梯，同时她也知道可以在什么地方弄到钥匙！”

??于是他们走到花园里去，在一条宽阔的林荫路上走。这儿树叶在簌簌地落下来。当宫殿里的灯光一个接着一个地熄灭了以后，乌鸦就把小小的格尔达带到后门那儿去。这门是半掩着的。

??咳！格尔达又怕又急的心跳得多么厉害啊！她仿佛觉得她在做一件坏事似的；然而她所希望知道的只不过是小小的加伊而已。是的，那一定是他。她在生动地回忆着他那对聪明的眼睛和长长的头发。她可以想象得到他在怎样微笑——他在家里坐在玫瑰花树下时的那种微笑。他一定很高兴看到她的；听到她走了那么多的路程来找他；听到家里的人为他的离去而感到多么难过。啊，这既使人害怕，又使人高兴。

??他们现在上了楼梯。食橱上点着一盏小灯；在屋子的中央，立着那只驯服的乌鸦。它把头掉向四周，望着格尔达。她依照她祖母教给她的那个样子，行了屈膝礼①。

??①这是北欧的一种礼节，行这礼的时候，弯一下左腿的膝盖，点一点头。现在北欧（特别是瑞典）的小学生在街上遇见老师时仍然行这种礼。

??“我的小姑娘，我的未婚夫把你讲得非常好，”驯服的乌鸦说，“你的身世——我们可以这么讲——是非常感动人的！请你把灯拿起来好吗？我可以在你前面带路。我们可以一直向前走，因为我们不会碰到任何人的。”

??“我觉得好像有人在后面跟着我似的。”格尔达说，因为有件什么东西在她身边滑过去了；它好像是墙上的影子，瘦腿的、飞跃的红鬃马，年轻的猎人和骑在马上的绅士和太太们。

??“这些事物不过是一个梦罢了！”乌鸦说。“它们到来，为的是要把这些贵人的思想带出去游猎一番。这是一件很好的事情，因为这样你就可以在他们睡觉的时候多看他们一会儿。可是我希望，当你将来得到荣华富贵的时候，请你不要忘了我！”

??“这当然不成问题！”树林里的那只乌鸦说。

??他们现在走进第一个大厅。墙上挂着许多绣着花的粉红色的缎子。在这儿，梦在他们身边跑过去了，但是跑得那么快，格尔达来不及察看这些要人。第二个大厅总比第一个大厅漂亮。是的，一个人会看得脑袋发昏！最后他们来到了卧室。在这儿，天花板就像生有玻璃——很贵重的玻璃——叶子的棕榈树冠。在屋子的中央有两张睡床悬在一根粗大的金杆子上，而且每一张床像一朵百合花。一张的颜色是白的，这里面睡着公主；另一张是红的，格尔达希望在这里面找到小小的加伊。她把一片红花瓣分开，于是她就看到一个棕色的脖子。哦，这就是加伊！她大声地喊出他的名字，同时把灯拿到他面前来。梦又骑在马上冲进房间里来了，他醒转来，掉过头，然而——他却不是小小的加伊！

??这位王子只是脖子跟他的相似。不过他是年轻和美貌的。公主从百合花的床上向外窥看，同时问谁在这儿。小小的格尔达哭起来，把全部故事和乌鸦给她的帮助都告诉了她。

??“可怜的孩子！”王子和公主说。

??他们称赞了乌鸦一番，同时说他们并不生它们的气，不过它们可不能常做这类的事儿。虽然如此，它们仍然应该得到一件奖赏。

??“你们愿意自由地飞出去呢，”公主问，“还是愿意作为宫里的乌鸦而获得一个固定的位置、享受能吃厨房里剩饭的权利呢？”

??两只乌鸦鞠了一躬，要求有一个固定的位置，因为它们想到它们的老年。它们说：“老了的时候能够得到一些供给总是一件好事，正如俗语所说的一样。”

??王子爬下床来，让格尔达睡在他的床上——他只能够做到这一点。她的小手十指交叉着，想道：“人和动物是多么善良的东西啊！”于是她闭起眼睛，幸福地睡着了。所有的梦又飞进来了；这一次它们是像安琪儿一样。它们拖着一个小雪橇，加伊坐在上面点着头。这一切只不过是个梦罢了。她一醒来，这些梦就不见了。

??第二天她全身穿上了丝绸和天鹅绒的衣服。有人向她提议，请她在宫里住下来，享受快乐的时光。不过她只要求得到一辆马拉的小车，和一双小靴子。这样她就可以又开到外面去，去寻找加伊。

??她不仅得到一双靴子，还得到一个暖手筒，并且穿着一身干净整齐的衣服。当她要离去的时候，一辆纯金做成的车子就停在门外等她。王子和公主的徽记在那上面亮得像一颗明星。车夫、侍者和骑手——因为还有骑手——都穿着绣有金王冠的衣服。王子和公主亲自扶她上车，同时祝她一路平安。那只树林里的乌鸦——它现在已经结了婚——陪送她走了开头三丹麦里①的路程。它坐在格尔达的身旁，因为叫它背对着马坐着，它可受不了。另外那只乌鸦站在门口，拍着翅膀。她不能跟他们同行，因为她有点头痛，而这头痛是因为她获得了那个固定职位后吃得太多了才有的。车子四壁填满了甜饼干，座位里垫满了姜汁饼干和水果。

??①一丹麦里大约等于我国计算单位的十五里

??“再会吧！再会吧！”王子和公主喊着，小小的格尔达哭起来，乌鸦也哭起来。他们这样一起走了开头几丹麦里路，于是乌鸦也说了声再会——这要算最难过的一次别离。乌鸦飞到一棵树上，拍着黑翅膀，一直到它看不见马车为止——这车子闪耀得像明亮的太阳。

第五个故事：小强盗女孩
??他们坐着车子走过浓密的树林。不过车子光耀得像一个火把，把一些强盗的眼睛都弄得昏眩起来，他们再也忍耐不住了。

??“那是金子！那是金子！”他们大声说。他们冲上前来，拦住那些马匹，打死那些骑手、车夫和仆人，最后把格尔达从车上拖下来。

??“她长得很胖……她长得很美……她是吃胡桃核长大的！”老女强盗说。她的胡子长得又长又硬，她的蓬松的眉毛把眼睛都盖住了。

??“她像一个肥胖的小羔羊！哪，好吃得很！”

??于是她抽出一把明晃晃的刀子——刀子闪耀得怕人。

??“哎哟！”老女人同时大叫了一声，因为她的亲生女儿爬在她的背上，把她的耳朵咬了一口；她是一个顽皮和野蛮的孩子，喜欢寻这种开心。“你这个捣蛋的孩子！”妈妈说，这样她就没有时间来杀掉格尔达了。

??“我要她跟我一道玩耍！”小强盗女孩说。“她得把她的暖手筒和美丽的衣服给我，和我在床上一道睡！”

??于是这孩子又咬了她一口，弄得老女强盗又跳起来，打着旋转；别的强盗都笑起来，同时说：

??“瞧，她和她的小鬼跳得多好！”

??“我要坐进那个车子里去！”小强盗女孩说。

??她要怎样就怎样，因为她是一个很放肆和固执的孩子。她和格尔达坐在车子里，在树桩和荆棘上面驰过去，一直跑到森林里。小强盗女孩和格尔达是同样岁数，不过她的身体更强壮，肩膀更宽。她的皮肤是棕色的，眼睛很黑，几乎显出阴郁的样子。她把小小的格尔达拦腰抱住，说：

??“只要我不生你的气，他们就不能杀你。我想你是一位公主吧？”

??“不是。”小小的格尔达说。于是她把自己所遭遇到的事情，和她怎样喜欢小小的加伊，都对她讲了。

??小强盗女孩严肃地看了她一眼，轻轻地点了点头，同时说：

??“就是我生了你的气，他们也不能杀你，因为那时我就会亲自动手的。”

??于是她揩干了格尔达的眼泪，把她的双手放进那又柔和、又温暖的暖手筒里。

??现在马车终于停下来了。她们走进强盗宫殿的院子里来。这宫殿从顶到地都布满了裂痕。大渡鸟和乌鸦从敞着的洞口飞出来，大哈叭狗——每只好像能吞掉一个人似的——跳得很高，不过它们并不叫，因为这是不准许的。

??在一个古老的、烟熏的大房间里，有一堆火在石铺的地上熊熊地燃着。烟在天花板下面打旋转，想要找一个出路冒出去。有一大罐子汤正在沸腾着，有许多家兔和野兔在铁杆上烤着。

??“今晚你跟我和我的小动物一起睡。”小强盗女孩说。

??她们吃了一些东西，也喝了一些东西，然后走到铺了稻草和地毯的一个墙角里去。这儿有一百多只鸽子栖在板条上和栖木上。它们都快要睡着了。不过当两个女孩子来到的时候，它们就把头掉过来看了一眼。

??“这些东西都是属于我的，”小强盗女孩说。于是她马上抓住手边的一只，提着它的双腿摇了几摇，直到弄得它乱拍起翅膀来。“吻它一下吧！”她大声说，同时在格尔达的脸上打了一巴掌，“那儿坐着几个林中的混蛋，”她继续说，指着墙上用木条拦着的一个洞口。“这两个东西都是林中的混蛋。如果你不把它们关好，它们马上就飞走了。现在请看我的老爱人‘叭’吧。”她抓着一只驯鹿的角，把它拖出来。它是套着的；颈项上戴着一个光亮的铜圈。“我们得把它牢牢地套住，否则它就逃掉了。每天晚上我用一把尖刀子在它脖子上搔搔痒——它非常害怕这一手。”

??这小女孩子于是从墙缝里抽出一把长刀，放在驯鹿的脖子上滑了几下。这只可怜的动物弹着腿子。小强盗女孩大笑了一通，把格尔达拖进床里去。

??“当你睡觉的时候，你也把这刀子放在身边吗？”格尔达问，同时惊恐地看着这把刀子。

??“我总是和我的刀子一起睡觉的！”小强盗女孩回答说，“因为谁也不知道会有什么意外发生呀。不过现在请你把关于加伊的事情，以及你为什么跑到这个大世界里来的缘故，再告诉我一遍吧。”

??格尔达又从头讲了一遍。斑鸠在上面的笼子里咕咕地叫，同时别的斑鸠就都睡去了。小强盗女孩用一只手搂着格尔达的脖子，另一只手拿着刀子，也睡去了——人们可以听见这些动作。不过格尔达无论如何也合不上眼睛——她不知道她要活着，还是死去。

??强盗们围着火坐着，一面唱歌，一面喝酒。那个强盗老女人就翻着跟头。一个小女孩子看到这情景真要感到害怕。

??于是那些斑鸠就说：“咕！咕！我们看见小小的加伊。一只白母鸡背着他的雪橇：他坐在白雪皇后的车子里。当我们待在巢里的时候，车子低低地在树林上飞过去。她在我们的小斑鸠身上吹了一口气：除了我们俩以外，大家都死了。咕！咕！”

??“你们在上面讲些什么？”格尔达问，“白雪皇后旅行到什么地方去了？你们知道吗？”

??“她大概是到拉普兰①去了，因为那儿整年都是冰雪。你去问问用绳子套着的那只驯鹿吧。”

??①拉普兰（Lapand）是瑞典、挪威和芬兰北部的一块地方，非常寒冷。

??“那儿有冰有雪，那儿壮丽辉煌！”驯鹿说，“那儿，人们可以在亮晶晶的山谷里自由地跳跃！那儿，白雪皇后架起她夏天的帐篷，不过她经常住的宫殿是在北极附近一个叫做斯匹次卑尔根①的岛上。”

??①斯匹次卑尔根（Spiyzbergen）是北冰洋上的一个群岛，属于挪威。

??“啊，加伊，小小的加伊！”格尔达叹着气。

??“你得静静地躺着，”小强盗女孩说，“否则我就要把刀子刺进你的肚皮里去！”

??第二天早晨，格尔达把斑鸠说的话都告诉了她。小强盗女孩的样子非常严肃，不过她点点头，说：

??“不要紧！不要紧！你知道拉普兰在什么地方吗？”她问驯鹿。

??“谁能比我还知道得更清楚呢？”驯鹿说，它的一双眼睛在脑袋上转动着。“我是在那儿出生，在那儿长大的。我在那儿的雪地上跳跃过。”

??“听着！”小强盗女孩对格尔达说。“你要知道：我们的男人都走了。只有妈妈还留下，她将在这儿待下去。不过将近中午的时候，她将从那个大瓶里喝点东西，于是她就要打一个盹儿，那时我再来帮你的忙吧！”

??她从床上跳下来，搂着她妈妈的脖子，拉拉她的胡子，于是说：

??“早安，我的亲爱的老母山羊。”

??她的妈妈在她的鼻子上敲了几下，敲得她发红和发青——不过这完全是从真正的母爱出发的。

??妈妈从瓶子里喝了点什么东西以后，就睡过去了。小强盗女孩走到驯鹿那儿，说：

??“我倒很想用尖刀再捅你几下，因为这样你的样子才滑稽。不过没有关系，我将解开你的绳子把你放出去，好使你能跑到拉普兰去。不过你得好好地使用你的这双腿，把这个小小的女孩子带到白雪皇后的宫殿里去——她的玩伴就在那儿。你已经听到过她对我讲的话，因为她的声音讲得很大，而且你也在偷听！”

??驯鹿快乐得高高跳起来。小强盗女孩把小小的格尔达抱到它的背上，而且很谨慎地把她系牢，甚至还给了她一个小垫子作为座位。

??“没有关系，”她说，“你穿上你的皮靴好了，因为天气变冷了。不过我要把这个暖手筒留下，因为它很可爱！但是你仍然不会感到冷的。这是我母亲的一副大手套，可以一直套到你的胳膊肘子上。套上去吧！你的一双手现在真像我那位丑妈妈的手了。”

??格尔达快乐得哭起来。

??“你流出一大滩眼泪，我看不惯！”小强盗女孩说。“现在你应该显得很快乐才是。你把这两块面包和一块火腿拿去吧，免得挨饿。”

??这些东西都被系在驯鹿的背上。小强盗女孩把门打开，把一些大狗都哄进屋子里去。于是她用刀子把绳子割断，并且对驯鹿说：

??“你跑吧！不过请你好好地照料这个小女孩子！”

??格尔达把她戴着大手套的一双手伸向小强盗女孩，说了声：“再会！”于是驯鹿就在树桩和灌木上飞奔起来，穿过树林，越过沼泽地和大草原，尽快地奔驰。豺狼在呼啸，乌鸦在呱呱地叫。“嘘！嘘！”这是空中发出的声音。天空好像燃烧起来了似的。

??“那是我亲爱的老北极光！”驯鹿说，“瞧，它是多么亮！”于是它跑得更快，日夜不停地跑。

??面包吃完了，火腿也吃完了，这时他们到达了拉普兰。

第六个故事：拉普兰女人和芬兰女人
??他们在一个小屋子面前停下来。这屋子是非常简陋的；它的屋顶低得几乎接触到地面；它的门是那么矮，当家里的人要走出走进的时候，就得伏在地上爬。屋子里除了一个老太婆以外，什么人也没有，她现在在一盏油灯上煎鱼。驯鹿把格尔达的全部经历都讲了，不过它先讲自己的，因为它觉得它的最重要。格尔达冻得一点力气也没有，连一句话也讲不出来了。

??“唉，你们这些可怜的东西！”拉普兰女人说，“你们要跑的路还长得很呢！你们还要跑三百多丹麦里路，才能到达芬马克①，因为白雪皇后在那儿的乡下休假。她每天晚上放起蓝色的焰火②。我将在一条干鳕鱼上写几个字，因为我没有纸，你们可以把它带到一个芬兰的老太婆那儿去——她会告诉你更多的消息。”

??①芬马克（Finnmark）是挪威最北部的一个县，也是欧洲最北部的一个地区，极为寒冷。

??②指北极光。

??当格尔达暖了一阵、吃了和喝了一些东西以后，拉普兰女人就在一条干鳕鱼上写下几个字，并且告诉格尔达好好拿着它，然后把她系在驯鹿的背上，这鹿立刻就跳走了，“呼！呼！”它在高空中说。最美丽的、蔚蓝色的北极光，一整夜不停地在闪耀着。

??这样他们到了芬马克，他们在那个芬兰女人的烟囱上敲着，因为她连一个门也没有。

??屋子里的热气很大，芬兰女人几乎是一丝不挂地住在那儿。她的身材很小，而且很脏。她马上把格尔达的衣服解开，把她的大手套和靴子脱下，否则格尔达就会感到太热了。她在驯鹿的头上放了一块冰，然后读了写在鳕鱼上的字——她一连读了三遍。当她把这些字都记熟了以后，就把这鱼扔进一个汤罐里去煮，因为它是可以吃的，而且她又是一个从来不浪费任何东西的人。

??驯鹿先讲了自己的故事，然后又讲了小小格尔达的故事，芬兰女人眨着她聪明的眼睛，一句话也不说。

??“你是很聪明的，”驯鹿说，“我知道你能用一根缝线把世界上所有的风都缝在一起。如果船长解开一个结，他就可以有好的风；如果他松开第二个结，那么风就吹得更厉害；不过当他解开第三个和第四个结的时候，那就会有一阵可以把树林吹倒的暴风雨。你能不能给这小女孩一点东西喝，使她能有12个人那么大的力量来制服白雪皇后呢？”

??“12个人那么大的力量！”芬兰女人说，“这太管用了！”

??她走到橱格子那儿，抱下一大捆皮，把这捆皮打开。它上面写着许多奇怪的字母。芬兰女人读着，一直读到额上滴下汗珠。

??不过驯鹿又替小小的格尔达非常殷切地恳求了一番，格尔达本人也用充满了泪珠的、祈求的目光望着这芬兰女人。女人也开始眨着眼睛，把驯鹿牵到一个墙角边去，一面在它背上放一块新鲜的冰，一面说：

??“小小的加伊当然是住在白雪皇后那儿的。他在那儿觉得什么东西都合乎他的胃口和想法。他以为那儿就是世界上最美的地方。不过这是因为他的心里有一块镜子的碎片、他的眼里有一颗镜子的碎粒的缘故。必须先把它们取出来，不然他将永远不能成为人了。但是白雪皇后会尽一切力量来留住他的！”

??“不过你能不能给小小的格尔达一件什么东西，使她能有力量克服一切困难呢？”

??“我不能给她比她现在所有的力量更大的力量：你没有看出这力量是怎样大吗？你没有看出人和动物是怎样为她服务吗？你没有看出她打着一双赤脚在这世界上跑了多少路吗？她不需要从我们这儿知道她自己的力量。她的力量就在她的心里；她是一个天真可爱的孩子——这就是她的力量。如果她自己不能到白雪皇后那儿，把玻璃碎片从小小的加伊身上取出来，那么我们也没有办法帮助她！白雪皇后的花园就从那个离开这儿两丹麦里路的地方开始。你可以把这小姑娘带到那儿去：把她放在雪地上一个生满了红花浆果的大灌木林旁边。不要呆在那儿闲聊，抓紧时间回到这儿来！”

??于是芬兰女人就把格尔达抱到驯鹿的背上。它尽快地飞跑。

??“哎呀，我没有穿上靴子！没有戴上大手套！”小小的格尔达叫着。

??她马上就感到刺人的寒冷；不过驯鹿不敢停下来：它一口气跑到生满了红浆果的那个灌木林旁边。它把格尔达放下来，在她的嘴上吻了一下，于是大颗亮晶晶的眼泪就流到了脸上来。它尽快地又跑回去了。可怜的格尔达站在那儿，在那可怕的、寒冷的芬马克，没有穿鞋子，也没有戴大手套。

??她拼命地向前跑。一股雪花卷过来了。它不是从天上落下来的，因为天上非常晴朗，而且还射出北极光。雪花是沿着地面卷来的。它越逼得近，就越变得庞大。格尔达记起，从前她透过热玻璃朝外望的时候，雪花是多么大，多么美丽啊。不过在这儿它们显得非常庞大和可怕——它们是有生命的。它们是白雪皇后的前哨兵，而且是奇形怪状的。有的样子像丑陋的大刺猬；有的像许多伸出头、纠成一团的蛇；有的像毛发直立的小胖熊。它们全都是白得发亮的、有生命的雪花。

??小小的格尔达念着《主祷文》。天气是那么寒冷，她可以看到自己呼出的气像烟雾似的从嘴里冒出来。呼出的气越来越浓，形成了明亮的小安琪儿。当他们一接触到地面时，就越变越大。他们都戴着头盔，拿着矛和盾。他们的数目在增大。当格尔达念完了祷告以后，她周围就出现了一个很大的兵团。这些兵士用长矛刺着这些可怕的雪花，把这些雪花打成无数碎片。于是小小的格尔达就又稳步地、勇敢地向前进。安琪儿抚摸着她的手和脚，于是她就不那么感到寒冷了。她匆忙地向白雪皇后的宫殿前进。

??不过现在我们要先看看加伊是在做些什么。他一点也没有想到小小的格尔达，更想不到她是站在宫殿的门口。

第七个故事：白雪皇后宫殿里发生的事情和结果
??宫殿的墙是由积雪筑成的，刺骨的寒风就是它的窗和门。这里面有一百多间房子，全是雪花吹到一起形成的。它们之中最大的房间有几丹麦里路长。强烈的北极光把它们照亮；它们是非常大、非常空、非常寒冷和非常光亮。这儿从来没有过什么快乐，甚至小熊的舞会也没有。事实上，暴风雪很可能在这儿奏起一点音乐，让北极熊用后腿站着迈迈步子，表演表演它们出色的姿态。它们连打打嘴和敲敲脚掌的小玩意儿都没有。年轻的白狐狸姑娘们也从来没有开过任何小茶话会。

??白雪皇后的大厅里是空洞的、广阔的和寒冷的。北极光照得那么准确，你可以算出它在什么时候最高，什么时候最低。在这个空洞的、没有边际的雪厅中央有一个结冰的湖——它裂成了一千块碎片；不过每一片跟其他的小片的形状完全一样，所以这就像一套很完美的艺术品。当白雪皇后在家的时候，她就坐在这湖的中央。她自己说她是坐在理智的镜子里，而且这是唯一的、世上最好的镜子。

??小小的加伊冻得发青——的确，几乎是冻得发黑，不过他不觉得，因为白雪皇后把他身上的寒颤都吻掉了。他的心简直像一块冰块。他正在搬弄着几块平整而尖利的冰，把它们拼来拼去，想拼成一件什么东西。这正好像我们想用几块木片拼成图案一样——就是所谓中国玩具①。加伊也在拼图案——最复杂的图案。

??①中国玩具，指七巧板、九连环等玩具。这里指的是七巧板。

??这叫做理智的冰块游戏。在他的眼中，这些图案是最了不起的、也是非常重要的东西；这完全是因为他眼睛里的那块镜子碎片在作怪的缘故。他把这些图案摆出来，组成一个字——不过怎么也组不成他所希望的那个字——“永恒”。于是白雪皇后就说：

??“如果你能拼出这个图案的话，那么你就是你自己的主人了。我将给你整个世界和一双新冰鞋，作为礼物。”

??可是他拼不出来。

??“现在我急于要飞到温暖的国度里去！”白雪皇后说，“我要去看看那些黑罐子！”她所指的是那些火山，也就是我们所谓的埃特纳火山和维苏威火山①。“我将使它们变得白一点！有这个需要；这对于葡萄和柠檬是有好处的。”

??①埃特纳火山（Etna）是意大利的西西里岛上的一座火山，主要喷火口海拔3323米。维苏威火山（Vesuvius）是意大利那不勒斯湾东边的一座火山，海拔1280米。两山的山坡上均种植葡萄及果树。

??于是白雪皇后就飞走了。加伊单独坐在那有几丹麦里路长的、又大又空的冰殿里，呆望着他的那些冰块。他坠入深思，几乎把头都想破了。他直挺挺地坐着，一动也不动，人们可能以为他是冻死了。

??这时小小的格尔达恰巧走进大门，到宫殿里来了。这儿的风很锐利，不过当她念完了晚祷后，风儿就静下来了，好像睡去了似的。她走进了这个宽广、空洞、寒冷的屋子，看到了加伊。她马上就把他认出来了。她倒在他身上，拥抱着他，紧紧地搂着他，同时叫出声来：

??“加伊，亲爱的小加伊！我总算找到你了！”

??不过他坐着一动也不动，直挺挺的，很冷淡。于是小格尔达流出许多热泪。眼泪流到他的胸膛上，渗进他的心里，把那里面的雪块融化了，把那里面的一小块镜子的碎片也分解了。他望着她，她唱出一首圣诗：

??山谷里玫瑰花长得丰茂，
??那儿我们遇见圣婴耶稣。

??这时加伊大哭起来。他哭得厉害，连眼睛中的镜子粉末也流出来了。现在他认得出她，所以他快乐地叫着：

??“格尔达，亲爱的格尔达！你到什么地方去了这么久？我也到什么地方去了？”他向周围望了一眼。“这儿是多么寒冷啊！这儿是多么广阔和空洞啊！”

??他紧抱着格尔达。她快乐得一时哭，一时笑。他们是那么高兴，连周围的冰块都快乐得跳起舞来。当他们因为疲乏而躺下来的时候，两人就恰恰形成一个字的图案——白雪皇后曾经说过，如果他能拼出这个图案，他就成为他自己的主人，同时她也将给他整个世界和一双新冰靴。

??格尔达吻着他的双颊：双颊像开放的花；她吻着他的双眼：双眼像她自己的一样发亮；她吻着他的手和脚，于是他又变得健康和活泼起来。白雪皇后这时尽可以回到家里来，但是他的解放的字据已经亮晶晶地印在冰块上。

??他们手挽着手，走出了这座巨大的冰宫。他们谈起了祖母，谈起了屋顶上的玫瑰花。他们到什么地方，风就停息了，同时太阳就露出了面。当他们来到那个红色浆果的灌木林的时候，驯鹿正在那儿等着他们。它还带来了另外一只小母鹿。母鹿的乳房鼓得满满的，所以她给这两个小孩子温暖的奶吃，同时吻着他们的嘴。它们把加伊和格尔达先送到芬兰女人那儿去。他们在她温暖的房间里暖了一阵子，并且得到一些关于回家的路程的指示。然后他们就到拉普兰女人那儿去。这女人已经为他们做好了新衣服，而且把她的雪橇也修好了。

??驯鹿和小母鹿在他们旁边连蹦带跳地走着，一直陪送他们到达边境。这儿早春的植物已经冒出绿芽来了。他们和这两只驯鹿和拉普兰女人告了别。“再会吧！”大家都说。初春的小鸟开始喃喃地唱着歌；树林盖满了一层绿色的嫩芽。有一匹漂亮的马儿从树林里跑出来。格尔达认识它，因为它就是从前拉着金马车的那匹马。一个年轻的姑娘骑着它。她头上戴着一顶发亮的红帽子，她还带着手枪。这就是那个小强盗女孩。她在家里呆得腻了，想要先到北方去一趟；如果她不喜欢那地方的话，再到别的地方去。她马上就认出了格尔达；格尔达也认出了她。她们见了面非常高兴。

??“你真是一个可爱的流浪汉！”她对小小的加伊说。“我倒要问问，你值不值得让一个人赶到天边去找你？”

??不过格尔达摸着她的脸，问起那位王子和那位公主。

??“他们都旅行到外国去了！”小强盗女孩说。

??“可是那只乌鸦呢？”小格尔达问。

??“嗯，那只乌鸦已经死了，”小强盗女孩回答说，“那只驯服的爱人便成了一个寡妇，它的腿上还带着一条黑绒！它伤心得很，不过这完全没有一点意义！现在请把你的经过告诉我，你怎样找到他的？”

??格尔达和加伊两个人都把经过讲出来了。

??“嘶——唏——嗤！”小强盗女孩说。于是她握着他们两人的手，同时答应说，如果她走过他们的城市，她一定会来拜访他们的。然后她就骑着马奔向茫茫的大世界里去了。格尔达和加伊手挽着手走。他们在路上所见到的是一个青枝绿叶、开满了花朵的美丽的春天。教堂的钟声响起来了，他们认出了那些教堂的尖塔和他们所住的那个大城市。他们走进城，一直走到祖母家的门口；他们爬上楼梯，走进房间——这儿一切东西都在原来的地方没有动。那个大钟在“滴答——滴答”地走，上面的针也在转动。不过当他们一走出门的时候，他们就发现自己已经长成大人了。水笕上的玫瑰花正在敞开的窗子面前盛开。这儿有好几张小孩坐的椅子。加伊和格尔达各自坐在自己的椅子上，互相握着手。他们像做了一场大梦一样，已经把白雪皇后那儿的寒冷和空洞的壮观全忘掉了。祖母坐在上帝的明朗的太阳光中，高声地念着《圣经》：“除非你成为一个孩子，你决计进入不了上帝的国度！”①

??加伊和格尔达面对面地互相望着，立刻懂得了那首圣诗的意义——

??山谷里玫瑰花长得丰茂，
??那儿我们遇见圣婴耶稣。

??他们两人坐在那儿，已经是成人了，但同时也是孩子——在心里还是孩子。这时正是夏天，暖和的、愉快的夏天。

??①《圣经·新约全书·马可福音》第十章第十五节是这样说的：“我实在告诉你们，凡要承受神国的，若不像小孩子，断不能进去。”

??（１８４５）

??这篇故事收集在《新的童话》里，整个情节像一首诗——一首歌颂天真无邪、纯洁感情的诗。诗中的主人公小女孩格尔达有点像《野天鹅》中的小妹妹艾丽莎，她用她坚强的毅力和纯真的感情，冲破一切艰难险阻，终于战胜了重重困难，使她亲爱的朋友小小的加伊得救。她的这种力量是从哪里来的呢？没有任何人“能给她比她现在所有的力量更大的力量：你没有看出这力量是怎样大吗？……她的力量就在她的心里；她是一个天真可爱的孩子——这就是她的力量。如果她自己不能到白雪皇后那儿，把玻璃碎片从小小的加伊身上取出来，那么我们也没有办法帮助她！”小小格尔达有这种力量，但得自己去发挥，自己去奋斗。这就是这个故事所给予人们的启示。据说这篇故事与安徒生和瑞典著名的女歌唱家珍妮的关系有关。他年轻时曾经以极纯真的感情崇爱过她。但他却没有得到小小的格尔达所得到的那样的结果：珍妮告诉他，他们之间的感情是兄妹之间的感情，而不是其他。

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