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安徒生童話：THE NAUGHTY BOY 頑皮的孩子

來源：網(wǎng)絡發(fā)布時間：2009-12-01

　　Along time ago, there lived an old poet, a thoroughly kind old poet. As he wassitting one evening in his room, a dreadful storm arose without, and the rainstreamed down from heaven; but the old poet sat warm and comfortable in hischimney-corner, where the fire blazed and the roasting apple hissed.
　　"Those who have not a roof over their heads will be wetted to the skin," saidthe good old poet.
　　"Oh let me in! Let me in! I am cold, and I'm so wet!" exclaimed suddenly achild that stood crying at the door and knocking for admittance, while therain poured down, and the wind made all the windows rattle.
　　"Poor thing!" said the old poet, as he went to open the door. There stood alittle boy, quite naked, and the water ran down from his long golden hair; hetrembled with cold, and had he not come into a warm room he would mostcertainly have perished in the frightful tempest.
　　"Poor child!" said the old poet, as he took the boy by the hand. "Come in,come in, and I will soon restore thee! Thou shalt have wine and roastedapples, for thou art verily a charming child!" And the boy was so really. Hiseyes were like two bright stars; and although the water trickled down hishair, it waved in beautiful curls. He looked exactly like a little angel, buthe was so pale, and his whole body trembled with cold. He had a nice littlebow in his hand, but it was quite spoiled by the rain, and the tints of hismany-colored arrows ran one into the other.
　　The old poet seated himself beside his hearth, and took the little fellow onhis lap; he squeezed the water out of his dripping hair, warmed his handsbetween his own, and boiled for him some sweet wine. Then the boy recovered,his cheeks again grew rosy, he jumped down from the lap where he was sitting,and danced round the kind old poet.
　　"You are a merry fellow," said the old man. "What's your name?""My name is Cupid," answered the boy. "Don't you know me? There lies my bow;it shoots well, I can assure you! Look, the weather is now clearing up, andthe moon is shining clear again through the window.""Why, your bow is quite spoiled," said the old poet.
　　"That were sad indeed," said the boy, and he took the bow in his hand andexamined it on every side. "Oh, it is dry again, and is not hurt at all; thestring is quite tight. I will try it directly." And he bent his bow, took aim,and shot an arrow at the old poet, right into his heart. "You see now that mybow was not spoiled," said he laughing; and away he ran.
　　The naughty boy, to shoot the old poet in that way; he who had taken him intohis warm room, who had treated him so kindly, and who had given him warm wineand the very best apples!
　　The poor poet lay on the earth and wept, for the arrow had really flown intohis heart.
　　"Fie!" said he. "How naughty a boy Cupid is! I will tell all children abouthim, that they may take care and not play with him, for he will only causethem sorrow and many a heartache."And all good children to whom he related this story, took great heed of thisnaughty Cupid; but he made fools of them still, for he is astonishinglycunning. When the university students come from the lectures, he runs besidethem in a black coat, and with a book under his arm. It is quite impossiblefor them to know him, and they walk along with him arm in arm, as if he, too,were a student like themselves; and then, unperceived, he thrusts an arrow totheir bosom. When the young maidens come from being examined by the clergyman,or go to church to be confirmed, there he is again close behind them. Yes, heis forever following people. At the play, he sits in the great chandelier andburns in bright flames, so that people think it is really a flame, but theysoon discover it is something else. He roves about in the garden of the palaceand upon the ramparts: yes, once he even shot your father and mother right inthe heart. Ask them only and you will hear what they'll tell you. Oh, he is anaughty boy, that Cupid; you must never have anything to do with him. He isforever running after everybody. Only think, he shot an arrow once at your oldgrandmother! But that is a long time ago, and it is all past now; however, athing of that sort she never forgets. Fie, naughty Cupid! But now you knowhim, and you know, too, how ill-behaved he is!

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