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1、【英文读物】青鸟 The Blue BirdChapter 1 The Woodcutters CottageONCE upon a time, a woodcutter and his wife lived in their cottage on the edge of a large and ancient forest. They had two dear little children who met with a most wonderful adventureBut, before telling you all about it, I must describe the chil

2、dren to you and let you know something of their character; for, if they had not been so sweet and brave and plucky, the curious story which you are about to hear would never have happened at all.Tyltyl - that was our heros name - was ten years old; and Mytyl, his little sister, was only six.Tyltyl w

3、as a fine, tall little fellow, stout and well-setup, with curly black hair which was often in a tangle, for he was fond of a romp. He was a great favourite because of his smiling and good-tempered face and the bright look in his eyes; but, best of all, he had the ways of a bold and fearless little m

4、an, which showed the noble qualities of his heart. When, early in the morning, he trotted along the forest-road by the side of his daddy, Tyl the woodcutter, for all his shabby clothes he looked so proud and gallant that every beautiful thing on the earth and in the sky seemed to lie in wait for him

5、 to smile upon him as he passed.His little sister was very different, but looked ever so sweet and pretty in her long frock, which Mummy Tyl kept neatly patched for her. She was as fair as her brother was dark; and her large timid eyes were blue as the forget-me-nots in the fields. Anything was enou

6、gh to frighten her and she would cry at the least thing; but her little childs soul already held the highest womanly qualities: she was loving and gentle and so fondly devoted to her brother that, rather than abandon him, she did not hesitate to undertake a long and dangerous journey in his company.

7、What happened and how our little hero and heroine went off into the world one night in search of happiness: that is the subject of my story.Daddy Tyls cottage was the poorest of the countryside; and it seemed even more wretched because it stood opposite a splendid hall in which rich children lived.

8、From the windows of the cottage you could see what went on inside the Hall when the dining-room and drawing-rooms were lit up in the evening. And, in the daytime, you saw the little children playing on the terraces, in the gardens and in the hot-houses which people came all the way from town to visi

9、t because they were always filled with the rarest flowers.Now, one evening which was not like other evenings, for it was Christmas Eve, Mummy Tyl put her little ones to bed and kissed them even more lovingly than usual. She felt a little sad, because owing to the stormy weather, Daddy Tyl was not ab

10、le to go to work in the forest; and so she had no money to buy presents with which to fill Tyltyl and Mytyls stockings. The Children soon fell asleep, everything was still and silent and not a sound was heard but the purring of the cat, the snoring of the dog and the ticking of the great grandfather

11、s clock. But suddenly a light as bright as day crept through the shutters, the lamp upon the table lit again of itself and the two Children awoke, yawned, rubbed their eyes, stretched out their arms in bed and Tyltyl, in a cautious voice called:Mytyl?Yes, Tyltyl? was the answer. Are you asleep?Are y

12、ou?No, said Tyltyl. How can I be asleep, when Im talking to you?I say, is this Christmas Day? asked his sister.Not yet; not till to-morrow. But Father Christmas wont bring us anything this year.Why not?I heard Mummy say that she couldnt go to town to tell him. But he will come next year.Is next year

13、 far off?A good long while, said the boy. But he will come to the rich children to-night.Really?Hullo! cried Tyltyl of a sudden. Mummys forgotten to put out the lamp!. Ive an idea!What?Lets get up.But we mustnt, said Mytyl, who always remembered.Why, theres no one about!. Do you see the shutters?Oh,

14、 how bright they are!It s the lights of the party, said Tyltyl.What party?The rich children opposite. Its the Christmas-tree. Lets open the shutters .Can we? asked Mytyl, timidly.Of course we can; theres no one to stop us .Do you hear the music?. Let us get up.The two Children jumped out of bed, ran

15、 to the window, climbed on the stool in front of it and threw back the shutters. A bright light filled the room; and the Children looked out eagerly:We can see everything! said Tyltyl.I cant, said poor little Mytyl, who could hardly find room on the stool.Its snowing! said Tyltyl. Theres two carriag

16、es, with six horses each!There are twelve little boys getting out! said Mytyl, who was doing her best to peep out of the window.Dont be silly!. Theyre little girls.Theyve got knickerbockers on. Do be quiet! . . And look!.What are those gold things there, hanging from the branches?Why, toys, to be su

17、re! said Tyltyl. Swords, guns, soldiers, cannons .And whats that, all round the table?Cakes and fruit and cream-tarts.Oh, how pretty the children are! cried Mytyl, clapping her hands.And how theyre laughing and laughing! answered Tyltyl, rapturously.And the little ones dancing!.Yes, yes; lets dance

18、too! shouted Tyltyl.And the two Children began to stamp their feet for joy on the stoolOh, what fun! said Mytyl.Theyre getting the cakes! cried Tyltyl. They can touch them!. Theyre eating, theyre eating, theyre eating!. Oh, how lovely, how lovely!.Mytyl began to count imaginary cakes:I have twelve!.

19、And I four times twelve! said Tyltyl. But Ill give you some . And our little friends, dancing, laughing and shrieking with delight, rejoiced so prettily in the other childrens happiness that they forgot their own poverty and want. They were soon to have their reward. Suddenly, there came a loud knoc

20、king at the door. The startled Children ceased their romp and dared not move a limb. Then the big wooden latch lifted of itself, with a loud creak; the door opened slowly; and in crept a little old woman, dressed all in green, with a red hood over her head. She was hump-backed and lame and had only

21、one eye; her nose and chin almost touched; and she walked leaning on a stick. She was obviously a fairy.She hobbled up to the Children and asked, in a snuffling voice:Have you the grass here that sings or the bird that is blue?We have some grass, replied Tyltyl, trembling all over his body, but it c

22、ant singTyltyl has a bird, said Mytyl.But I cant give it away, because its mine, the little fellow added, quickly.Now wasnt that a capital reason?The Fairy put on her big, round glasses and looked at the bird:Hes not blue enough, she exclaimed. I must absolutely have the Blue Bird. Its for my little

23、 girl, who is very ill. Do you know what the Blue Bird stands for? No? I thought you didnt; and, as you are good children, I will tell you.The Fairy raised her crooked finger to her long, pointed nose, and whispered, in a mysterious tone:The Blue Bird stands for happiness; and I want you to understa

24、nd that my little girl must be happy in order to get well. That is why I now command you to go out into the world and find the Blue Bird for her. You will have to start at once . . Do you know who I am?The Children exchanged puzzled glances. The fact was that they had never seen a fairy before; and

25、they felt a little scared in her presence. However, Tyltyl soon said politely:You are rather like our neighbour, Madame Berlingot.Tyltyl thought that, in saying this, he was paying the Fairy a compliment; for Madame Berlingots shop, which was next door to their cottage, was a very pleasant place. It

26、 was stocked with sweets, marbles, chocolate cigars and sugar cocks-and-hens; and, at fair-time, there were big gingerbread dolls covered all over with gilt paper. Goody Berlingot had a nose that was quite as ugly as the Fairys; she was old also; and, like the Fairy, she walked doubled up in two; bu

27、t she was very kind and she had a dear little girl who used to play on Sundays with the woodcutters Children. Unfortunately, the poor little pretty, fair-haired thing was always suffering from some unknown complaint, which often kept her in bed. When this happened, she used to beg and pray for Tylty

28、ls dove to play with; but Tyltyl was so fond of the bird that he would not give it to her. All this, thought the little boy, was very like that what the Fairy told him; and that was why he called her Berlingot. She herself helped Mytyl Much to his surprise, the Fairy turned crimson with rage. It was

29、 a hobby of hers to be like nobody, because she was a fairy and able to change her appearance, from one moment to the next, as she pleased. That evening, she happened to be ugly and old and hump-backed; she had lost one of her eyes; and two lean wisps of grey hair hung over her shoulders.What do I l

30、ook like? she asked Tyltyl. Am I pretty or ugly? Old or young?Her reason for asking these questions was to try the kindness of the little boy. He turned away his head and dared not say what he thought of her looks. Then she cried: I am the Fairy Brylune!Oh, thats all right! answered Tyltyl, who, by

31、this time, was shaking in every limb.This mollified the Fairy; and, as the Children were still in their night-shirts, she told them to get dressed. She herself helped Mytyl and, while she did so, asked:Where are your Father and Mother?In there, said Tyltyl, pointing to the door on the right. Theyre

32、asleep.And your Grandad and Granny?Theyre dead . And your little brothers and sisters. Have you any?.Oh, yes, three little brothers! said Tyltyl. And four little sisters, added Mytyl.Where are they? asked the Fairy.They are dead, too, answered Tyltyl.Would you like to see them again?Oh, yes!. At onc

33、e!. Show them to us!.I havent got them in my pocket, said the Fairy. But this is very lucky; you will see them when you go through the Land of Memory. Its on the way to the Blue Bird, just on the left, past the third turning. What were you doing when I knocked?We were playing at eating cakes, said T

34、yltyl.Have you any cakes?. Where are they?.In the house of the rich children. Come and look, its so lovely!And Tyltyl dragged the Fairy to the window.But its the others who are eating them! said she.Yes, but we can see them eat, said Tyltyl.Arent you cross with them?What for?For eating all the cakes

35、. I think its very wrong of them not to give you any.Not at all; theyre rich!. I say, isnt it beautiful over there?Its just the same here, only you cant see .Yes, I can, said Tyltyl. I have very good eyes. I can see the time on the church clock; and Daddy cant!The Fairy suddenly grew angry:I tell yo

36、u that you cant see! she said.And she grew angrier and angrier. As though it mattered about seeing the time on the church clock!Of course, the little boy was not blind; but, as he was kind-hearted and deserved to be happy, she wanted to teach him to see what is good and beautiful in all things. It w

37、as not an easy task, for she well knew that most people live and die without enjoying the happiness that lies all around them. Still, as she was a fairy, she was all-powerful; and so she decided to give him a little hat adorned with a magic diamond that would possess the extraordinary property of al

38、ways showing him the truth, which would help him to see the inside of Things and thus reach him that each of them has a life and an existence of its own, created to match and gladden ours.The Fairy took the little hat from a great bag hanging by her side. It was green and had a white cockade, with t

39、he big diamond shining in the middle of it. Tyltyl was beside himself with delight. The Fairy explained to him how the diamond worked. By pressing the top, you saw the soul of Things; if you gave it a little turn to the right, you discovered the Past; and, when you turned it to the left, you beheld

40、the Future.Tyltyl beamed all over his face and danced for joy; and then he at once became afraid of losing the little hat: Daddy will take it from me! he cried.No, said the Fairy, for no one can see it as long as its on your head. Will you try it?Yes, yes! cried the Children, clapping their hands. T

41、he hat was no sooner on the little boys head than a magic change came over everything. The old Fairy turned into a young and beautiful princess, dressed all in silk and covered with sparkling jewels; the walls of the cottage became transparent and gleamed like precious stones; the humble deal furnit

42、ure shone like marble. The two children ran from right to left clapping their hands and shouting with delight.Oh, how lovely, how lovely! exclaimed Tyltyl.And Mytyl, like the vain little thing she was, stood spellbound before the beauty of the fair princess dress.But further and much greater surpris

43、es were in store for them. Had not the Fairy said that the Things and the Animals would come to life, talk and behave like everybody else? Lo and behold, suddenly the door of the grandfathers clock opened, the silence was filled with the sweetest music and twelve little daintily-dressed and laughing

44、 dancers began to skip and spin all around the Children.They are the Hours of your life, said the Fairy.May I dance with them? asked Tyltyl, gazing with admiration at those pretty creatures, who seemed to skim over the floor like birds.But just then he burst into a wild fit of laughter! Who was that

45、 funny fat fellow, all out of breath and covered with flour, who came struggling out of the bread-pan and bowing to the children. It was Bread! Bread himself, taking advantage of the reign of liberty to go for a little walk on earth! He looked like a stout, comical old gentleman; his face was puffed

46、 out with dough; and his large hands, at the end of his thick arms, were not able to meet, when he laid them on his great, round stomach. He was dressed in a tight-fitting crust-coloured suit, with stripes across the chest like those on the nice buttered rolls which we have for breakfast in the morn

47、ing. On his head - just think of it! - he wore an enormous bun, which made a funny sort of turban.He had hardly tumbled out of his pan, when other loaves just like him, but smaller, followed after and began to frisk about with the Hours, without giving a thought to the flour which they scattered ove

48、r those pretty ladies and which wrapped them in great white clouds.It was a queer and charming dance; and the Children were delighted. The Hours waltzed with the loaves; the plates, joining in the fun, hopped up and down on the dresser, at the risk of falling off and smashing to pieces; the glasses in the cupboard clinked together, t