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安徒生童话故事第108篇：雪人The Snow Man
在日常学习、工作或生活中，大家都接触过很多优秀的童话吧，童话具有丰富的意义和情感色彩，内容更为丰富，也更为深刻。都有哪些经典的童话故事呢？以下是小编为大家整理的安徒生童话故事第108篇：雪人The Snow Man，仅供参考，希望能够帮助到大家。
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“天气真是冷得可爱极了，我身体里要发出清脆的裂声来！”雪人说;“风可以把你吹得精神饱满。请看那儿一个发亮的东西吧，她在死死地盯着我。”他的意思是指那个正在下落的太阳。“她想要叫我对她挤眼是不可能的——我决不会在她面前就软下来的。”
他的头上有两大块三角形的瓦片作为眼睛。他的嘴巴是一块旧耙做的，因此他也算是有牙齿了。
他是在一群男孩子欢乐声中出生的;雪橇的铃声和鞭子的呼呼声欢迎他的出现。
太阳下山了，一轮明月升上来了;她在蔚蓝色的天空中显得又圆，又大，又干净，又美丽。
“她又从另一边冒出来了，”雪人说。他以为这又是太阳在露出她的脸面。“啊！我算把她的瞪眼病治好了。现在让她高高地挂在上面照着吧，我可以仔细把自己瞧一下，我真希望有什么办法可以叫我自己动起来。我多么希望动一下啊！如果我能动的话，我真想在冰上滑它几下，像我所看到的那些男孩子一样。不过我不知道怎样跑。”
“完了！完了①！”那只守院子的老狗儿说。他的声音有点哑——他以前住在屋子里、躺在火炉旁边时就是这样。“太阳会教给你怎样跑的！去年冬天我看到你的祖先就是这样;在那以前，你祖先的祖先也是这样。完了！完了！他们一起都完了。”
“朋友，我不懂你的意思，”雪人说。“那东西能教会我跑吗?”他的意思是指的月亮。“是的，刚才当我在仔细瞧她的时候，我看到她在跑。现在她又从另一边偷偷地冒出来了。”
“你什么也不懂，”守院子的狗说。“可是你也不过是刚刚才被人修起来的。你看到的那东西就是月亮呀，而刚才落下的那东西就是太阳啦。她明天又会冒出来的。而且她会教你怎样跑到墙边的那条沟里去。天气不久就要变，这一点我在左后腿里就能感觉得到，因为它有点酸痛。天气要变了。”
“我不懂他的意思，”雪人说。“不过我有一种感觉，他在讲一种不愉快的事情。刚才盯着看我、后来又落下去的那东西——他把她叫做‘太阳’——决不是我的朋友。这一点我能够感觉得到。”
“完了！完了！”守院子的狗儿叫着。他兜了三个圈子，然后他就钻进他的小屋里躺下来了。
天气真的变了。天亮的时候，一层浓厚的雾盖满了这整个的地方。到了早晨，就有一阵风吹来——一阵冰冷的风。寒霜紧紧地盖着一切;但是太阳一升起，那是一幅多么美丽的景象啊！树木和灌木丛盖上一层白霜，看起来像一座完整的白珊瑚林。所有的枝子上似乎开满了亮晶晶的白花。许多细嫩的小枝，在夏天全被叶簇盖得看不见，现在都露出面来了——每一根都现出来了。这像一幅刺绣，白得放亮，每一根小枝似乎在放射出一种雪白晶莹的光芒。赤杨在风中摇动，精神饱满，像夏天的树儿一样。这是分外的美丽。太阳一出来，处处是一片闪光，好像一切都撒上了钻石的粉末似的;而雪铺的地上简直像盖满了大颗的钻石！一个人几乎可以幻想地上点着无数比白雪还要白的小亮点。
“这真是出奇的美丽，”一位年轻的姑娘跟一个年轻的男子走进这花园的时候说。他们两人恰恰站在雪人的身旁，望着那些发光的树。“连夏天都不会给我们如此美丽的风景！”她说;她的眼睛也射出光彩。
“而且在夏天我们也不会有这样的一位朋友，”年轻人指着那个雪人说。“他真是漂亮！”
这姑娘格格地大笑起来，向雪人点了点头，然后就和她的朋友蹦蹦跳跳地在雪上舞过去了——雪在她的步子下发出疏疏的碎裂声，好像他们是在面粉上走路似的。
“这两个人是谁?”雪人问守院子的狗儿。“你在这院子里比我住得久。你认识他们吗?”
“我当然认识他们的，”看院子的狗说。“她抚摸过我，他扔过一根骨头给我吃。我从来不咬这两个人。”
“不过他们是什么人呢?”雪人问。
“一对恋人——恋人！”守院子的狗说。“他们将要搬进一间共同的狗屋里去住，啃着一根共同的骨头。完了！完了！”
“他们是像你和我那样重要吗?”雪人问。
“他们属于同一个主人，”看院子的狗说。“昨天才生下来的人，所知道的事情当然是很少很少的。我在你身上一眼就看得出来。我上了年纪，而且知识渊博。我知道院子里的一切事情。有一个时期我并不是用链子锁着，在这儿的寒冷中站着的。完了！完了！”
“寒冷是可爱的，”雪人说。“你说吧，你说吧。不过请你不要把链子弄得响起来——当你这样弄的时候，我就觉得要裂开似的。”
“完了！完了！”看院子的狗儿叫着。“我曾经是一个好看的小伙子。人们说，我又小又好看，那时我常常躺在屋子里天鹅绒的椅子上，有时还坐在女主人的膝上。他们常常吻我的鼻子，用绣花的手帕擦我的脚掌。我被叫做最美丽的哈巴哈巴小宝贝。不过后来他们觉得我长得太大了。他们把我交到管家的手上。此后我就住在地下室里。你现在可以望见那块地方;你可以望见那个房间。我曾是它的主人，因为我跟那个管家的关系就是那样。比起楼上来，那儿的确是一个很小的地方，不过我在那儿住得很舒服，不再是像在楼上一样，常常被小孩子捉住或揪着。我同样得到好的食物，像以前一样，而且分量多。我有我自己的垫子，而且那儿还有一个炉子——这是在这个季节中世界上最好的东西。我爬到那个炉子底下，可以在那儿睡一觉。啊！我还在梦想着那个炉子哩。完了！完了！”
“那个炉子是很美丽的吗?”雪人问。“它像我一样吗?”
“它跟你恰恰相反。它是黑得像炭一样，有一个长长的脖子和一个黄铜做的大肚子。它吞下木柴，所以它的嘴里喷出火来。你必须站在它旁边，或者躺在它底下——那儿是很舒服的，你可以从你站着的这地方穿过窗子望见它。”
雪人瞧了瞧，看见一个有黄铜肚子的、擦得发亮的黑东西。火在它的下半身熊熊地烧着。雪人觉得有些儿奇怪;他感觉到身上发生出一种情感，他说不出一个理由来。他身上发生了一种变化，他一点也不了解;但是所有别的人，只要不是雪做的，都会了解的。
“那末为什么你离开了她呢?”雪人问。因为他觉得这火炉一定是一个女性。“你为什么要离开这样一个舒服的地方呢?”
“我是被迫离开的呀，”守院子的狗说。“他们把我赶出门外，用一根链子把我套在这儿、我把那个小主人的腿子咬过一口，因为他把我正在啃着的骨头踢开了。‘骨头换骨头’，我想。他们不喜欢这种作法。从那时起，我就被套在一根链子上，同时我也失去了我响亮的声音。你没有听到我声音是多么哑吗?完了！完了！事情就这样完了。”
不过雪人不再听下去了，而且在朝着管家住的那个地下室望;他在望着那房间里站在四只腿上的、跟雪人差不多一样大的火炉。
“我身上有一种痒痒的奇怪的感觉！”他说。“我能不能到那儿去一趟呢?这是一种天真的愿望，而我们天真的愿望一定会得到满足的。这也是我最高的愿望，我唯一的愿望。如果这个愿望得不到满足的话，那也真是太不公平了。我一定要到那儿去，在她身边偎一会儿，就是打破窗子进去也管不了。”
“你永远也不能到那儿去，”看院子的狗说。“如果你走近火炉的话，那末你就完了！完了！”
“我也几乎等于是完了，”雪人说。“我想我全身要碎裂了。”
这一整天雪人站着朝窗子里面望。在黄昏的时候，这个房间变得更逗人喜爱;一种温和的火焰，既不像太阳，也不像月亮，从炉子里射出来;不，这是一个炉子加上了柴火以后所能发出的那种亮光。每次房门一开，火焰就从它的嘴里燎出来——这是炉子的一种习惯。火焰明朗地照在雪人洁白的面上，射出红光，一直把他的上半身都照红了。
“我真是吃不消了，”’他说。“当她伸出她的舌头的时候，她是多么美啊！”
夜是很长的，但是对雪人说来，可一点也不长。他站在那儿，沉浸在他美丽的想象中;他在寒冷中起了一种痒酥酥的感觉。
早晨，地下室的窗玻璃上盖满了一层冰。冰形成了雪人所喜爱的、最美丽的冰花，不过它们却把那个火炉遮掩住了。它们在窗玻璃上融不掉;他也就不能再看到她了。他的身体里里外外都有一种痒酥酥的感觉。这正是一个雪人所最欣赏的寒冷天气。但是他却不能享受这种天气。的确，他可以、而且应该感到幸福的，但当他正在害火炉相思病的时候，他怎样能幸福起来呢?“这种病对于一个雪人说来，是很可怕的，”守院子的狗儿说。“我自己也吃过这种苦头，不过我已经渡过了难关。完了！完了！现在天气快要变了。”
天气的确变了。雪开始在融化。
雪融化得越多，雪人也就越变得衰弱起来。他什么也不说，什么牢骚也不发——这正说明相思病的严重。
有一天早晨，他忽然倒下来了。看哪，在他站过的那块地方，有一根扫帚把直直地插在地上。这就是孩子们做雪人时用作支柱的那根棍子。
“现在我可懂得了他的相思病为什么害得那样苦，”守院子的狗儿说。“原来雪人的身体里面有一个火钩，它在他的心里搅动。现在他也可算是渡过难关了。完了！完了！”
不久冬天就过去了。
“完了！完了！”守院子的狗儿叫着;不过那屋子里的小女孩们唱起歌来：
快出芽哟，绿色的车叶草，新鲜而又美丽;
啊，杨柳啊，请你垂下羊毛一样软的新衣。
来吧，来唱歌啊，百灵鸟和杜鹃，
二月过去，紧接着的就是春天。
我也来唱：滴丽！滴丽！丁当！
来吧，快些出来吧，亲爱的太阳。
于是谁也就不再想起那个雪人了。
①在原文里这是一个双关语“Voek”。它字面的意思是：“完了！”或“去吧！”但同时它的发音也像犬吠声：“汪！汪！”
雪人英文版：
The Snow Man
IT is so delightfully cold,” said the Snow Man, “that it makes my whole body crackle. This is just the kind of wind to blow life into one. How that great red thing up there is staring at me！” He meant the sun, who was just setting. “It shall not make me wink. I shall manage to keep the pieces.”
He had two triangular pieces of tile in his head, instead of eyes; his mouth was made of an old broken rake, and was, of course, furnished with teeth. He had been brought into existence amidst the joyous shouts of boys, the jingling of sleigh-bells, and the slashing of whips. The sun went down, and the full moon rose, large, round, and clear, shining in the deep blue.
“There it comes again, from the other side,” said the Snow Man, who supposed the sun was showing himself once more. “Ah, I have cured him of staring, though; now he may hang up there, and shine, that I may see myself. If I only knew how to manage to move away from this place,—I should so like to move. If I could, I would slide along yonder on the ice, as I have seen the boys do; but I don’t understand how; I don’t even know how to run.”
“Away, away,” barked the old yard-dog. He was quite hoarse, and could not pronounce “Bow wow” properly. He had once been an indoor dog, and lay by the fire, and he had been hoarse ever since. “The sun will make you run some day. I saw him, last winter, make your predecessor run, and his predecessor before him. Away, away, they all have to go.”
“I don’t understand you, comrade,” said the Snow Man. “Is that thing up yonder to teach me to run? I saw it running itself a little while ago, and now it has come creeping up from the other side.”
“You know nothing at all,” replied the yard-dog; “but then, you’ve only lately been patched up. What you see yonder is the moon, and the one before it was the sun. It will come again to-morrow, and most likely teach you to run down into the ditch by the well; for I think the weather is going to change. I can feel such pricks and stabs in my left leg; I am sure there is going to be a change.”
“I don’t understand him,” said the Snow Man to himself; “but I have a feeling that he is talking of something very disagreeable. The one who stared so just now, and whom he calls the sun, is not my friend; I can feel that too.”
“Away, away,” barked the yard-dog, and then he turned round three times, and crept into his kennel to sleep.
There was really a change in the weather. Towards morning, a thick fog covered the whole country round, and a keen wind arose, so that the cold seemed to freeze one’s bones; but when the sun rose, the sight was splendid. Trees and bushes were covered with hoar frost, and looked like a forest of white coral; while on every twig glittered frozen dew-drops. The many delicate forms concealed in summer by luxuriant foliage, were now clearly defined, and looked like glittering lace-work. From every twig glistened a white radiance. The birch, waving in the wind, looked full of life, like trees in summer; and its appearance was wondrously beautiful. And where the sun shone, how everything glittered and sparkled, as if diamond dust had been strewn about; while the snowy carpet of the earth appeared as if covered with diamonds, from which countless lights gleamed, whiter than even the snow itself.
“This is really beautiful,” said a young girl, who had come into the garden with a young man; and they both stood still near the Snow Man, and contemplated the glittering scene. “Summer cannot show a more beautiful sight,” she exclaimed, while her eyes sparkled.
“And we can’t have such a fellow as this in the summer time,” replied the young man, pointing to the Snow Man; “he is capital.”
The girl laughed, and nodded at the Snow Man, and then tripped away over the snow with her friend. The snow creaked and crackled beneath her feet, as if she had been treading on starch.
“Who are these two?” asked the Snow Man of the yard-dog. “You have been here longer than I have; do you know them?”
“Of course I know them,” replied the yard-dog; “she has stroked my back many times, and he has given me a bone of meat. I never bite those two.”
“But what are they?” asked the Snow Man.
“They are lovers,” he replied; “they will go and live in the same kennel by-and-by, and gnaw at the same bone. Away, away！”
“Are they the same kind of beings as you and I?” asked the Snow Man.
“Well, they belong to the same master,” retorted the yard-dog. “Certainly people who were only born yesterday know very little. I can see that in you. I have age and experience. I know every one here in the house, and I know there was once a time when I did not lie out here in the cold, fastened to a chain. Away, away！”
“The cold is delightful,” said the Snow Man; “but do tell me tell me; only you must not clank your chain so; for it jars all through me when you do that.”
“Away, away！” barked the yard-dog; “I’ll tell you; they said I was a pretty little fellow once; then I used to lie in a velvet-covered chair, up at the master’s house, and sit in the mistress’s lap. They used to kiss my nose, and wipe my paws with an embroidered handkerchief, and I was called ’Ami, dear Ami, sweet Ami.’ But after a while I grew too big for them, and they sent me away to the housekeeper’s room; so I came to live on the lower story. You can look into the room from where you stand, and see where I was master once; for I was indeed master to the housekeeper. It was certainly a smaller room than those up stairs; but I was more comfortable; for I was not being continually taken hold of and pulled about by the children as I had been. I received quite as good food, or even better. I had my own cushion, and there was a stove—it is the finest thing in the world at this season of the year. I used to go under the stove, and lie down quite beneath it. Ah, I still dream of that stove. Away, away！”
“Does a stove look beautiful?” asked the Snow Man, “is it at all like me?”
“It is just the reverse of you,” said the dog; “it’s as black as a crow, and has a long neck and a brass knob; it eats firewood, so that fire spurts out of its mouth. We should keep on one side, or under it, to be comfortable. You can see it through the window, from where you stand.”
Then the Snow Man looked, and saw a bright polished thing with a brazen knob, and fire gleaming from the lower part of it. The Snow Man felt quite a strange sensation come over him; it was very odd, he knew not what it meant, and he could not account for it. But there are people who are not men of snow, who understand what it is. “And why did you leave her?” asked the Snow Man, for it seemed to him that the stove must be of the female sex. “How could you give up such a comfortable place?”
“I was obliged,” replied the yard-dog. “They turned me out of doors, and chained me up here. I had bitten the youngest of my master’s sons in the leg, because he kicked away the bone I was gnawing. ’Bone for bone,’ I thought; but they were so angry, and from that time I have been fastened with a chain, and lost my bone. Don’t you hear how hoarse I am. Away, away！ I can’t talk any more like other dogs. Away, away, that is the end of it all.”
But the Snow Man was no longer listening. He was looking into the housekeeper’s room on the lower storey; where the stove stood on its four iron legs, looking about the same size as the Snow Man himself. “What a strange crackling I feel within me,” he said. “Shall I ever get in there? It is an innocent wish, and innocent wishes are sure to be fulfilled. I must go in there and lean against her, even if I have to break the window.”
“You must never go in there,” said the yard-dog, “for if you approach the stove, you’ll melt away, away.”
“I might as well go,” said the Snow Man, “for I think I am breaking up as it is.”
During the whole day the Snow Man stood looking in through the window, and in the twilight hour the room became still more inviting, for from the stove came a gentle glow, not like the sun or the moon; no, only the bright light which gleams from a stove when it has been well fed. When the door of the stove was opened, the flames darted out of its mouth; this is customary with all stoves. The light of the flames fell directly on the face and breast of the Snow Man with a ruddy gleam. “I can endure it no longer,” said he; “how beautiful it looks when it stretches out its tongue?”
The night was long, but did not appear so to the Snow Man, who stood there enjoying his own reflections, and crackling with the cold. In the morning, the window-panes of the housekeeper’s room were covered with ice. They were the most beautiful ice-flowers any Snow Man could desire, but they concealed the stove. These window-panes would not thaw, and he could see nothing of the stove, which he pictured to himself, as if it had been a lovely human being. The snow crackled and the wind whistled around him; it was just the kind of frosty weather a Snow Man might thoroughly enjoy. But he did not enjoy it; how, indeed, could he enjoy anything when he was “stove sick?”
“That is terrible disease for a Snow Man,” said the yard-dog; “I have suffered from it myself, but I got over it. Away, away,” he barked and then he added, “the weather is going to change.” And the weather did change; it began to thaw. As the warmth increased, the Snow Man decreased. He said nothing and made no complaint, which is a sure sign. One morning he broke, and sunk down altogether; and, behold, where he had stood, something like a broomstick remained sticking up in the ground. It was the pole round which the boys had built him up. “Ah, now I understand why he had such a great longing for the stove,” said the yard-dog. “Why, there’s the shovel that is used for cleaning out the stove, fastened to the pole.” The Snow Man had a stove scraper in his body; that was what moved him so. “But it’s all over now. Away, away.” And soon the winter passed. “Away, away,” barked the hoarse yard-dog. But the girls in the house sang,
“Come from your fragrant home, green thyme;
Stretch your soft branches, willow-tree;
The months are bringing the sweet spring-time,
When the lark in the sky sings joyfully.
Come gentle sun, while the cuckoo sings,
And I’ll mock his note in my wanderings.”
And nobody thought any more of the Snow Man.
作者简介
安徒生，丹麦19世纪著名的童话作家和诗人，世界童话文学的代表人物之一，被誉为“世界儿童文学的太阳”。代表作有《小锡兵》《海的女儿》《拇指姑娘》《卖火柴的小女孩》《丑小鸭》《皇帝的新装》等。
叶君健，中国从丹麦文翻译并系统全面地介绍安徒生童话的翻译家。因翻译丹麦文版安徒生童话故事而享誉世界文坛。1949年，旅居剑桥5年的叶君健回国，时任文化生活出版社总编辑巴金向他约稿。1953年，叶君健翻译的安徒生童话《没有画的画册》出版，以后各分册陆续与读者见面。1958年，叶君健又将《安徒生童话全集》所有译文校订一遍，共16册。1997年，叶老在原译文的基础上，又一次重新进行了整理，成为现在奉献给读者的这套《安徒生童话》。
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《安徒生童话》是由丹麦著名诗人、童话作家安徒生历时近40年创作而成，它热情歌颂劳动人民、赞美他们的善良和纯洁的优秀品德；无情地揭露和批判王公贵族们的愚蠢、无能、贪婪和残暴。其中，《丑小鸭》《皇帝的新装》《 拇指姑娘》《卖火柴的小女孩》这些名篇伴随了一代又一代人。《安徒生童话》问世一百多年来，至今已被译成世界上140种文字。
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