Little tuk
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LITTLETUK
1872
FAIRYTALESOFHANSCHRISTIANANDERSENLITTLETUKbyHansChristianAndersen
YES,theycalledhimLittleTuk,butitwasnothisrealname;hehadcalledhimselfsobeforehecouldspeakplainly,andhemeantitforCharles.Itwasallverywellforthosewhoknewhim,butnotforstrangers.
LittleTukwasleftathometotakecareofhislittlesister,Gustava,whowasmuchyoungerthanhimself,andhehadtolearnhislessonsatthesametime,andthetwothingscouldnotverywellbeperformedtogether.Thepoorboysattherewithhissisteronhislap,andsungtoherallthesongsheknew,andnowandthenhelookedintohisgeographylessonthatlayopenbeforehim.BythenextmorninghehadtolearnbyheartallthetownsinZealand,andallthatcouldbedescribedofthem.Hismothercamehomeatlast,andtooklittleGustavainherarms.ThenTukrantothewindow,andreadsoeagerlythathenearlyreadhiseyesout;forithadbecomedarkeranddarkereveryminute,andhismotherhadnomoneytobuyalight.
"Theregoestheoldwasherwomanupthelane,"saidthemother,asshelookedoutofthewindow;"thepoorwomancanhardlydragherselfalong,andnowshehadtodragapailofwaterfromthewell.Beagoodboy,Tuk,andrunacrossandhelptheoldwoman,won’tyou?"SoTukranacrossquickly,andhelpedher,butwhenhecamebackintotheroomitwasquitedark,andtherewasnotawordsaidaboutalight,sohewasobligedtogotobedonhislittletrucklebedstead,andtherehelayandthoughtofhisgeographylesson,andofZealand,andofallthemasterhadtoldhim.Heoughtreallytohavereaditoveragain,buthecouldnotforwantoflight.Soheputthegeographybookunderhispillow,forhehadheardthatthiswasagreathelptowardslearningalesson,butnotalwaystobedependedupon.Hestilllaythinkingandthinking,whenallatonceitseemedasifsomeonekissedhimonhiseyesandmouth.Hesleptandyethedidnotsleep;anditappearedasiftheoldwasherwomanlookedathimwithkindeyesandsaid,"Itwouldbeagreatpityifyoudidnotknowyourlessonto-morrowmorning;youhelpedme,andnowIwillhelpyou,andProvidencewillalwayskeepthosewhohelpthemselves;"andatthesametimethebookunderTuk’spillowbegantomoveabout."Cluck,cluck,cluck,"criedahenasshecrepttowardshim."IamahenfromKjoge,"andthenshetoldhimhowmanyinhabitantsthetowncontained,andaboutabattlethathadbeenfoughtthere,whichreallywasnotworthspeakingof."Crack,crack,"downfellsomething.Itwasawoodenbird,theparrotwhichisusedasatargetasPrastoe.Hesaidtherewereasmanyinhabitantsinthattownashehadnailsinhisbody.Hewasveryproud,andsaid,"Thorwalsdenlivedclosetome,andhereIamnow,quitecomfortable."
ButnowlittleTukwasnolongerinbed;allinamomenthefoundhimselfonhorseback.Gallop,gallop,awayhewent,seatedinfrontofarichly-attiredknight,withawavingplume,whoheldhimonthesaddle,andsotheyrodethroughthewoodbytheoldtownofWordingburg,whichwasverylargeandbusy.Theking’scastlewassurroundedbyloftytowers,andradiantlightstreamedfromallthewindows.Withinthereweresongsanddancing;KingWaldemarandtheyounggayly-dressedladiesofthecourtweredancingtogether.Morningdawned,andasthesunrose,thewholecityandtheking’scastlesanksuddenlydowntogether.Onetowerafteranotherfell,tillatlastonlyoneremainedstandingonthehillwherethecastlehadformerlybeen.
Thetownnowappearedsmallandpoor,andtheschool-boysreadintheirbooks,whichtheycarriedundertheirarms,thatitcontainedtwothousandinhabitants;butthiswasamereboast,foritdidnotcontainsomany.
AndagainlittleTuklayinhisbed,scarcelyknowingwhetherhewasdreamingornot,forsomeonestoodbyhim."Tuk!littleTuk!"saidavoice.Itwasaverylittlepersonwhospoke.Hewasdressedasasailor,andlookedsmallenoughtobeamiddy,buthewasnotone."IbringyoumanygreetingsfromCorsor.Itisarisingtown,fulloflife.Ithassteamshipsandmail-coaches.Intimespasttheyusedtocallitugly,butthatisnolongertrue.Ilieonthesea-shore,"saidCorsor;"Ihavehigh-roadsandpleasure-gardens;Ihavegivenbirthtoapoetwhowaswittyandentertaining,whichtheyarenotall.Ioncewantedtofitoutashiptosailroundtheworld,butIdidnotaccomplishit,thoughmostlikelyImighthavedoneso.ButIamfragrantwithperfume,forclosetomygatesmostlovelyrosesbloom."ThenbeforetheeyesoflittleTukappearedaconfusionofcolors,redandgreen;butitclearedoff,andhecoulddistinguishacliffclosetothebay,theslopesofwhichwerequiteovergrownwithverdure,andonitssummitstoodafineoldchurchwithpointedtowers.Springsofwaterflowedoutofthecliffinthickwaterspouts,sothattherewasacontinualsplashing.Closebysatanoldkingwithagoldencrownonhiswhitehead.ThiswasKingHroaroftheSpringsandnearthespringsstoodthetownofRoeskilde,asitiscalled.ThenallthekingsandqueensofDenmarkwentuptheascenttotheoldchurch,handinhand,withgoldencrownsontheirheads,whiletheorganplayedandthefountainssentforthjetsofwater.
LittleTuksawandhearditall."Don’tforgetthenamesofthesetowns,"saidKingHroar.Allatonceeverythingvanished;butwhere!Itseemedtohimliketurningovertheleavesofabook.Andnowtherestoodbeforehimanoldpeasantwoman,whohadcomefromSoroewherethegrassgrowsinthemarket-place.Shehadagreenlinenapronthrownoverherheadandshoulders,anditwasquitewet,asifithadbeenrainingheavily.
"Yes,thatithas,"saidshe,andthen,justasshewasgoingtotellhimagreatmanyprettystoriesfromHolberg’scomedies,andaboutWaldemarandAbsalom,shesuddenlyshrunkuptogether,andwaggedherheadasifshewereafrogabouttospring."Croak,"shecried;"itisalwayswet,andasquietasdeathinSoroe."ThenlittleTuksawshewaschangedintoafrog."Croak,"andagainshewasanoldwoman."Onemustdressaccordingtotheweather,"saidshe."Itiswet,andmytownisjustlikeabottle.Bythecorkwemustgoin,andbythecorkwemustcomeoutagain.InoldentimesIhadbeautifulfish,andnowIhavefresh,rosy-cheekedboysinthebottomofthebottle,andtheylearnwisdom,HebrewandGreek."
"Croak."Howitsoundedlikethecryofthefrogsonthemoor,orlikethecreakingofgreatbootswhensomeoneismarching,-alwaysthesametone,somonotonousandwearing,thatlittleTukatlengthfellfastasleep,andthenthesoundcouldnotannoyhim.Buteveninthissleepcameadreamorsomethinglikeit.HislittlesisterGustava,withherblueeyes,andfaircurlyhair,hadgrownupabeautifulmaidenallatonce,andwithouthavingwingsshecouldfly.AndtheyflewtogetheroverZealand,overgreenforestsandbluelakes.
"Hark,soyouhearthecockcrow,littleTuk.’Cock-a-doodle-doo.’ThefowlsareflyingoutofKjoge.Youshallhavealargefarm-yard.Youshallneversufferhungerorwant.Thebirdofgoodomenshallbeyours,andyoushallbecomearichandhappyman;yourhouseshallriseuplikeKingWaldemar’stowers,andshallberichlyadornedwithmarblestatues,likethoseatPrastoe.Understandmewell;yournameshalltravelwithfameroundtheworldliketheshipthatwastosailfromCorsor,andatRoeskilde,-Don’tforgetthenamesofthetowns,asKingHroarsaid,-youshallspeakwellandclearlylittleTuk,andwhenatlastyoulieinyourgraveyoushallsleeppeacefully,as-"
"AsifIlayinSoroe,"saidlittleTukawaking.Itwasbrightdaylight,andhecouldnotrememberhisdream,butthatwasnotnecessary,forwearenottoknowwhatwillhappentousinthefuture.Thenhesprangoutofbedquickly,andreadoverhislessoninthebook,andknewitallatoncequitecorrectly.theoldwasherwomanputherheadinatthedoor,andnoddedtohimquitekindly,andsaid,"Manythanks,yougoodchild,foryourhelpyesterday.Ihopeallyourbeautifuldreamswillcometrue."LittleTukdidnotatallknowwhathehaddreamt,butOneabovedid.
THEEND
1872
FAIRYTALESOFHANSCHRISTIANANDERSENLITTLETUKbyHansChristianAndersen
YES,theycalledhimLittleTuk,butitwasnothisrealname;hehadcalledhimselfsobeforehecouldspeakplainly,andhemeantitforCharles.Itwasallverywellforthosewhoknewhim,butnotforstrangers.
LittleTukwasleftathometotakecareofhislittlesister,Gustava,whowasmuchyoungerthanhimself,andhehadtolearnhislessonsatthesametime,andthetwothingscouldnotverywellbeperformedtogether.Thepoorboysattherewithhissisteronhislap,andsungtoherallthesongsheknew,andnowandthenhelookedintohisgeographylessonthatlayopenbeforehim.BythenextmorninghehadtolearnbyheartallthetownsinZealand,andallthatcouldbedescribedofthem.Hismothercamehomeatlast,andtooklittleGustavainherarms.ThenTukrantothewindow,andreadsoeagerlythathenearlyreadhiseyesout;forithadbecomedarkeranddarkereveryminute,andhismotherhadnomoneytobuyalight.
"Theregoestheoldwasherwomanupthelane,"saidthemother,asshelookedoutofthewindow;"thepoorwomancanhardlydragherselfalong,andnowshehadtodragapailofwaterfromthewell.Beagoodboy,Tuk,andrunacrossandhelptheoldwoman,won’tyou?"SoTukranacrossquickly,andhelpedher,butwhenhecamebackintotheroomitwasquitedark,andtherewasnotawordsaidaboutalight,sohewasobligedtogotobedonhislittletrucklebedstead,andtherehelayandthoughtofhisgeographylesson,andofZealand,andofallthemasterhadtoldhim.Heoughtreallytohavereaditoveragain,buthecouldnotforwantoflight.Soheputthegeographybookunderhispillow,forhehadheardthatthiswasagreathelptowardslearningalesson,butnotalwaystobedependedupon.Hestilllaythinkingandthinking,whenallatonceitseemedasifsomeonekissedhimonhiseyesandmouth.Hesleptandyethedidnotsleep;anditappearedasiftheoldwasherwomanlookedathimwithkindeyesandsaid,"Itwouldbeagreatpityifyoudidnotknowyourlessonto-morrowmorning;youhelpedme,andnowIwillhelpyou,andProvidencewillalwayskeepthosewhohelpthemselves;"andatthesametimethebookunderTuk’spillowbegantomoveabout."Cluck,cluck,cluck,"criedahenasshecrepttowardshim."IamahenfromKjoge,"andthenshetoldhimhowmanyinhabitantsthetowncontained,andaboutabattlethathadbeenfoughtthere,whichreallywasnotworthspeakingof."Crack,crack,"downfellsomething.Itwasawoodenbird,theparrotwhichisusedasatargetasPrastoe.Hesaidtherewereasmanyinhabitantsinthattownashehadnailsinhisbody.Hewasveryproud,andsaid,"Thorwalsdenlivedclosetome,andhereIamnow,quitecomfortable."
ButnowlittleTukwasnolongerinbed;allinamomenthefoundhimselfonhorseback.Gallop,gallop,awayhewent,seatedinfrontofarichly-attiredknight,withawavingplume,whoheldhimonthesaddle,andsotheyrodethroughthewoodbytheoldtownofWordingburg,whichwasverylargeandbusy.Theking’scastlewassurroundedbyloftytowers,andradiantlightstreamedfromallthewindows.Withinthereweresongsanddancing;KingWaldemarandtheyounggayly-dressedladiesofthecourtweredancingtogether.Morningdawned,andasthesunrose,thewholecityandtheking’scastlesanksuddenlydowntogether.Onetowerafteranotherfell,tillatlastonlyoneremainedstandingonthehillwherethecastlehadformerlybeen.
Thetownnowappearedsmallandpoor,andtheschool-boysreadintheirbooks,whichtheycarriedundertheirarms,thatitcontainedtwothousandinhabitants;butthiswasamereboast,foritdidnotcontainsomany.
AndagainlittleTuklayinhisbed,scarcelyknowingwhetherhewasdreamingornot,forsomeonestoodbyhim."Tuk!littleTuk!"saidavoice.Itwasaverylittlepersonwhospoke.Hewasdressedasasailor,andlookedsmallenoughtobeamiddy,buthewasnotone."IbringyoumanygreetingsfromCorsor.Itisarisingtown,fulloflife.Ithassteamshipsandmail-coaches.Intimespasttheyusedtocallitugly,butthatisnolongertrue.Ilieonthesea-shore,"saidCorsor;"Ihavehigh-roadsandpleasure-gardens;Ihavegivenbirthtoapoetwhowaswittyandentertaining,whichtheyarenotall.Ioncewantedtofitoutashiptosailroundtheworld,butIdidnotaccomplishit,thoughmostlikelyImighthavedoneso.ButIamfragrantwithperfume,forclosetomygatesmostlovelyrosesbloom."ThenbeforetheeyesoflittleTukappearedaconfusionofcolors,redandgreen;butitclearedoff,andhecoulddistinguishacliffclosetothebay,theslopesofwhichwerequiteovergrownwithverdure,andonitssummitstoodafineoldchurchwithpointedtowers.Springsofwaterflowedoutofthecliffinthickwaterspouts,sothattherewasacontinualsplashing.Closebysatanoldkingwithagoldencrownonhiswhitehead.ThiswasKingHroaroftheSpringsandnearthespringsstoodthetownofRoeskilde,asitiscalled.ThenallthekingsandqueensofDenmarkwentuptheascenttotheoldchurch,handinhand,withgoldencrownsontheirheads,whiletheorganplayedandthefountainssentforthjetsofwater.
LittleTuksawandhearditall."Don’tforgetthenamesofthesetowns,"saidKingHroar.Allatonceeverythingvanished;butwhere!Itseemedtohimliketurningovertheleavesofabook.Andnowtherestoodbeforehimanoldpeasantwoman,whohadcomefromSoroewherethegrassgrowsinthemarket-place.Shehadagreenlinenapronthrownoverherheadandshoulders,anditwasquitewet,asifithadbeenrainingheavily.
"Yes,thatithas,"saidshe,andthen,justasshewasgoingtotellhimagreatmanyprettystoriesfromHolberg’scomedies,andaboutWaldemarandAbsalom,shesuddenlyshrunkuptogether,andwaggedherheadasifshewereafrogabouttospring."Croak,"shecried;"itisalwayswet,andasquietasdeathinSoroe."ThenlittleTuksawshewaschangedintoafrog."Croak,"andagainshewasanoldwoman."Onemustdressaccordingtotheweather,"saidshe."Itiswet,andmytownisjustlikeabottle.Bythecorkwemustgoin,andbythecorkwemustcomeoutagain.InoldentimesIhadbeautifulfish,andnowIhavefresh,rosy-cheekedboysinthebottomofthebottle,andtheylearnwisdom,HebrewandGreek."
"Croak."Howitsoundedlikethecryofthefrogsonthemoor,orlikethecreakingofgreatbootswhensomeoneismarching,-alwaysthesametone,somonotonousandwearing,thatlittleTukatlengthfellfastasleep,andthenthesoundcouldnotannoyhim.Buteveninthissleepcameadreamorsomethinglikeit.HislittlesisterGustava,withherblueeyes,andfaircurlyhair,hadgrownupabeautifulmaidenallatonce,andwithouthavingwingsshecouldfly.AndtheyflewtogetheroverZealand,overgreenforestsandbluelakes.
"Hark,soyouhearthecockcrow,littleTuk.’Cock-a-doodle-doo.’ThefowlsareflyingoutofKjoge.Youshallhavealargefarm-yard.Youshallneversufferhungerorwant.Thebirdofgoodomenshallbeyours,andyoushallbecomearichandhappyman;yourhouseshallriseuplikeKingWaldemar’stowers,andshallberichlyadornedwithmarblestatues,likethoseatPrastoe.Understandmewell;yournameshalltravelwithfameroundtheworldliketheshipthatwastosailfromCorsor,andatRoeskilde,-Don’tforgetthenamesofthetowns,asKingHroarsaid,-youshallspeakwellandclearlylittleTuk,andwhenatlastyoulieinyourgraveyoushallsleeppeacefully,as-"
"AsifIlayinSoroe,"saidlittleTukawaking.Itwasbrightdaylight,andhecouldnotrememberhisdream,butthatwasnotnecessary,forwearenottoknowwhatwillhappentousinthefuture.Thenhesprangoutofbedquickly,andreadoverhislessoninthebook,andknewitallatoncequitecorrectly.theoldwasherwomanputherheadinatthedoor,andnoddedtohimquitekindly,andsaid,"Manythanks,yougoodchild,foryourhelpyesterday.Ihopeallyourbeautifuldreamswillcometrue."LittleTukdidnotatallknowwhathehaddreamt,butOneabovedid.
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