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WISPS ARE IN THE TOWN,"

SAYS THE MOOR1-WOMAN

 

THERE was a man who once knew many stories,butthey had slipped away from him-so he said; the storythat used to visit him of its own accord no longer cameand knocked at his door:and why did it come no longer?It is true enouhg that for days and years the man had notthouhgt of it,had not expected it to come and knock;butit certainly had not been there either,for outside therewas war,and within was the care and sorrow that warbrings with it.

The stork2 and the swallows came back from theirlong journey,for they thought of no danger;and,behold,when they arrived,the nest was burnt,the habitations ofmen were burnt,the gates were all in disorder,and evenquite gone,and the enemy's horses trampled3 on the oldgraves.Those were hard,gloomy times,but they came toan end.

And now they were past and gone,so people said;and yet no story came and knocked at the door,or gaveany tidings of its presence.

"I suppose it must be dead,or gone away with manyother things,said the man.

But the Story never dies.And more than a wholeyear went by,and he longed—oh,so very much!for theStory.

"I wonder if the Story will ever come back again,and knock?"

And he remembered it so well in all the variousforms in which it had come to him,sometimes young andcharming,like spring itself,sometimes as a beautifulmaiden,with a wreath of woodruff in her hair,and abeechen branch in her hand,and with eyes that gleamedlike deep woodland lakes in the bright sunshine.

Sometimes it had come to him in the guise4 of a ped-lar,and had opened its pack and let sliver5 ribbon comefluttering out,with verses and inscriptions6 of old remem-brances.But it was most charming of all when itan old grandmother,with silvery hair,and such large sen-sible eyes:she knew so well how to tell about the oldesttimes,long before the Princesses span with the goldenspindles,and the dragons lay outside the castles,guardingthem.She told with such an air of truth,that black spotsdanced before the eyes of all who heard her, and the floorbecame black with human blood;terrible to see and to hear,and yet so entertaining,because such a long timehad passed since it all happened.

"Will she ever knock at my door again?"said theman;and he gazed at the door, so that black spots camebefore his eyes and upon the floor;he did not know if itwas blood,or mourning crape from the dark heavy days.

And as he sat thus,the thought came upon him, whether the Story might not have hidden itself,like thePrincess in the old tale?And he would now go in search ofit:if he found it,it would beam in new splendour,lovelierthan ever.

"Who knows? Perhaps it has hidden itself in the strawthat balances on the margin7 of the well.Carefully,careful-ly!Perhaps it lies hidden in a withered8 flower—that flowerin one of the great books on the bookshelf."

And the man went and opened one of the newest books,to gain information on this point;but there was noflower to be found. There he read about Holger the Dane;and the man read that the whole tale had been invented andput together by a monk9 in France,that it was a romance,"translated into Danish and printed in that language";thatHolger the Dane had never really lived,and consequentlycould never come again,as we have sung,and would haveso much liked to believe.It was just the same with Holgerthe Dane as with William Tell,mere idle legend,not to bedepended on,and all this was written in the book,withgreat learning.

"Well,I shall believe what I believe!"said the man;"there grows no plantain where no foot has trod."And heclosed the book and put it back in its place,and went tothe fresh flowers at the window:perhaps the Story mighthave hidden itself in the red tulips,with the golden yellowedges,or in the fresh rose,or in the strongly-colouredcamelia.The sunshine lay among the flowers,but no Story.

The flowers winch had been here in the dark troubloustime had been much more beautiful;but they had been cutoff,one after another,to be woven into wreaths and placedin coffins,and the flag had waved over them!Perhaps theStory had been buried with the flowers;but then the flow-ers would have known of it,and the coffin10 would haveheard it,and every little blade of grass that shot forthwould have told of it.The Story never dies.

Perhaps it has been here once,and has knocked- but who had eyes or ears for it in those times?Peoplelooked darkly,gloomily,and almost angrily at the sunshineof spring,at the twittering birds,and all the cheerfulgreen;the tongue could not even hear the old,merry,popular songs,and they were laid in the coffin with somuch that our heart held dear.The Story may have knocked without obtaining a hearing;there was none to bidit welcome and so it may have gone away.

"I will go forth11 and seek it!Out in the country!outin the wood!and on the open sea beach!"

Out in the country lies an old manor12 house,with redwalls,pointed gables,and a flag that floats on the tower.The nightingale sings among the finely-fringed beech- leaves,looking at the blooming apple trees of the garden,and thinking that they bear roses.Here the bees are busyin the summer-time,and hover13 round their queen with theirhumming song.The autumn has much to tell of the wild chase,of the leaves of the trees,and of the races of menthat are passing away together.The wild swans sing atChristmas-time on the open water,while in the old hall theguests by the fire-side gladly listen to songs and to old leg-ends.

Down into the old part of the garden,where the greatavenue of wild chestnut14 trees lures15 the wanderer to tread itsshades,went the man who was in search of the Story;forhere the wind had once murmured something to him of

"Waldemar Daa and his Daughters".The Dryad in the tree,who was the Story-mother herself,had here told him the "Last Dream of the old Oak Tree."Here,in grandmother'stime, had stood clipped hedges,but now only ferns and stinging-nettles grew there, hiding the scattered16 fragmentsof old sculptured figures;the moss17 is growing in their eyes,but they could see as well as ever,which was more than the man could do who was in search of the Story, for hecould not find it.Where could it be?

The crows flew over him by hundreds across the old trees,and screamed,"Krch!da!—Krah!da!"

And he went out of the garden,and over the grass- plot of the yard,into the alder18 grove;there stood a littlesix-sided house,with a poultry-yard and a duck-yard.In the middle of the room sat the old woman who had the management of the whole,and who knew accurately19 aboutevery egg that was laid, and about every chicken that couldcreep out of an egg.But she was not the Story of which theman was in search;that she could attest20 with a certificateof Christian21 baptism and of vaccination22 that lay in her drawer.

Without,not far from the house, is a mound23 coveredwith red-thorn and laburnum:here lies an old gravestone,which was brought many years ago rom the churchyard of the provincial24 town,a rememhrance of one of the most hon-oured councillors of the place;his wife and his five daugh-ters,all with folded hands and stiff ruffs,stand round him.One could look at them so long, that it had an effect uponthe thoughts,and these reacted upon the stone, so that ittold of old times;at least it had been so with the man whowas in search of the Story.

As he came nearer,he noticed a living butterfly sit- ting on the forehead of the sculptured councilor.The but-terfly flapped its wings,and flew a little bit farther,andsettled again close by the gravestone, as if to point outwhat grew there.Four-leaved clover grew there;there wereseven of them.When fortune comes,it comes in a heap.He plucked the clover leaves,and put them in his pocket.

"Fortune is as good as ready money, but a new, charming story would be better still,thought the man;buthe could not find it here.

And the sun went down, red and large;the meadowwas covered with vapour:the Moor-woman was at her brewing.

It was evening:he stood alone in his room,and looked out upon the sea,over the meadow,over moor andcoast. The moon shone bright, a mist was over the mead-ow,making it look like a great lake;and,indeed,it wasonce so,as the legend tells—and in the moonlight therewas evidence of the truth of the story.

Then the man thought of what he had been reading in the town,that William Tell and Holger the Dane neverreally lived,but yet live in popular story,like the lakeyonder,a living evidence for such myths. Yes, Holgerthe Dane will return again!

As he stood thus and thought,something beat quitestrongly against the window.Was it a bird, a bat,or anowl?Those are not let in,even when they knock.The window flew open of itself,and an old woman lookd in atthe man.

"What's your pleasure?"said he."Who are you?You're looking in at the first floor window.Are youstanding on a ladder?"

"You have a four-leaved clover in your pocket,"shereplied."Indeed, yon have seven, and one of them is asix-leaved one."

"Who are you?" asked the man again.

"The Moor-woman,"she replied."The Moor-womanwho brews.I was at it.The hung was in the cask, butone of the little moor-imps pulled it out in his mischief,and flung it up into the yard,where it beat against thewindow;and now the beer's running out of the cask, andthat won't do good to anybody."

"Pray tell me some more!"said the man.

"Ah,wait a little,answered the Moor-woman."I've something else to do just now."And she was gone.

The man was going to shut the window,when the woman stood before him again.

"Now it is done,"she said;"but I shall have halfthe beer to brew25 over again tomorrow,if the weather issuitable.Well,what have you to ask me?I've comeback,for I always keep my word, and you have seven four-leaved clovers in your pocket,and one of them is a six-leaved one.That inspires respect,for that's a decorationthat grows beside the high-way;but every one does not findit.What have you to ask me?Don't stand there like a ridiculous oaf,for I must go back again directly to my bungand my cask.

And the man asked about the Story,and inquired ifthe Moor-woman had met it in her journeyings.

"By the big brewing-vat!"exclaimed the woman,

"haven't you got stories enough? I really believe that mostpeople have enough of them.Here are other things to takenotice of,other things to look after.Even the childrenhave go beyond that.Give the little boy a cigar,and thelittle girl a new crinoline;they like that much better.Tolisten to stories!No,indeed,there are more important things to be done here, and other things to attend to!

"What do you mean by that?" asked the man,"and what do you know of the world? You don't see anything butfrogs and will-o'-the-wisps!

"Yes,beware of the will-o'-the-wisps,"said the

Moor-woman,"for they're out—they're let loose—that iswhat we must talk about!Come to me in the moor,where

my presence is necessary,and I will tell you all about it;but you must make haste,and come while your seven four-leaved clovers,of which one has six leaves, are still fresh,and the moon stands high!"

And the Moor-woman was gone.

It struck twelve on the church-clock,and before thelast stroke had died away,the man was out in the yard,out in the garden, and stood in the meadow.The mist hadvanished,and the Moor-woman stopped her brewing.

"You've been a long time coming!"said the Moor-woman."Witches get forward faster than men,and I'mglad that I belong to the witch folk!"

"What have you to say to me now? asked the man."Is it anything about the Story?"

"Can you never get beyond asking about that?"retorted the woman.

"Can you tell me anything about the poetry of the fu-ture?"resumed the man.

"Don't get on your stilts,"said the crone,"and I'llanswer you.You think of nothing but poetry,and only askabout that Story,as if she were the lady of the whole

troop.She's the oldest of us all,but she always passes forthe youngest.I know her well.I've been young,too,andshe's no chicken now.I was once quite a pretty elf-maid-en,and have danced in my time with the others in the moonlight,and have heard the nightingale,and have gone into the forest and met the Story-maiden,who was always to be found out there,running about.Sometimes she tookup her night's lodgingh in a half-blown tulip,or in a filedflower;sometimes she would slip into the church,and wrapherself in the mourning crape that hung down from the can-dles on the altar."

"You are capitally well informed,"said the man.

"I ought at least to know as much as you,"answeredthe Moor-woman."Stories and poetry-yes,they're liketwo yards of the same piece of stuff:they can go and liedown where they like, and one can brew all their prattle,and have it all the better and cheaper. You shall have itfrom me for nothing. I have a whole cupboardful of poetryin bottles.It makes essences;and that's the best of it—bitter and sweet herbs.I have everything people want of poetry,in bottles,so that I can put a little on my hand-kerchief,on holidays,to smell."

"Why,these are wonderful things that you're telling!"said the man,"You have poetry in bottles?

"More than you can stand,"said the woman,"I sup-pose you know the history of'the Girl who trod on theLoaf,so that she might not soil her new Shoes?'That hasbeen written,and printed too.

"I told that story myself,"said the man.

"Yes,then you must know it;and you must know al-so that the girl sank into the earth directly,to the Moor-woman,just as Old Bogey's grandmother was paying her morning visit to inspect the brewery28. She saw the girl glid-ing down,and asked to have her as a remembrance of hervisit,and got her too ;while I received a present that's ofno use to me—a travelling druggist't shop—a whole cupboardful of poetry in bottles.Grandmother told me where the cupboard was to be placed,and there it's standing27 still.Just look!You've your seven four-leaved clovers in your pocket,one of which is a six-leaved one,and so you will be able to see it."

And really in the misdst of the moor lay something likea great knotted block of alder,and that was the old grand-mother's cupboard.The Moor-woman said that this was al-way open to her and to every one in all lands and at alltimes,if they only knew where the cupboard stood.Itcould be opened either at the front or at the back, and atevery side and corner-a perfect work of art,and yet onlyan old alder stump29 in appearance.The poets of all lands,and especially those of our own counry,had been arranged here;the spirit of them had been extracted,refined,criti-cized and renOVated, and then stored up in battles. With what may be called great aptitude, ifit was not gemus, the grandmother had taken as it were the flavour of this and of that poet, and had added a little deviltry,and then corkedup the bottles for use during all future times.

"Pray let me see,"said the man.

"Yes,but there are more important things to hear,"replied the Moor-woman.

"But now we are at the cupboard!"said the man.And he looked in."Here are bottles of all sizes.What is in this one?and what in that one yonder?"

"Here is what they call may-balm," replied the wom-an:"I have not tried it myself,but I know that if onesprinkles ever so little of it on the floor,there immediately appears a beautiful woodland lake,with water-lilies,andcalla and wild mint.One need only pour two drops on anold exercise-book,even one from the lowest class at school,and the book becomes a whole drama of perfume,which one may very well perform and fall asleep over,thescent of it is so powerful.It is intended as a compliment tome that the label on the flask30 bears the words,'The Moor-woman's brewing.'

Here stands the Scandal-Bottle.It looks as if there were only dirty water in it,and it is dirty water,but with an effervescing31 power of town-gossip,three ounces of lies and two grains of truth,stirred about with a birch-twig,not one that has been steeped in brine and used on a criminal's back,nor yet a piece of a schoolmaster's birch-rod,but one taken direct from the broom with which the gutter32 has been swept.

Here stands the bottle with pious33 poetry,written topsalm-tunes.Each drop has a terrifying ring about it,and it is made from the blood and sweat of punishment.Some say it is only dove's gall;but doves are most innocent creatures,and have no gall;so say those who do not know natural history.

Here stood the greatest bottle of all;it occupied half of the cupboard,—the bottle of Everyday Stories.Its mouth was covered both with bladder and with pigskin,sothat it might lose none of its strength.Each nation could get its own soup here;it came according as one turnedabout the bottle.Here was old German blood-soup with robber-dumplings in it;also thin peasant-soup with realprivy councilors swimming in it.There was English gov-erness-soup and French pottage a la Kock,made from cooks'legs and sparrows'eggs;but the best soup of all was the Copenhagen.So the family said.

Here stood Tragedy in a champagne34 bottle;it could pop,and so it ought.Comedy looked like fine sand to throw in people's eyes—that is to say,the finer Comedy;the coarser was also in a bottle,but consisted only of theatre-bills,on which the name of the piece was thestrongest item.

The man fell quite into a reverie over this, but theMoor-woman looked farther ahead, and wished to make an end of the matter.

"Now you have seen quite enough of the old cup- board,"she said,"and know what is in it;but the more important matter which you ought to know,you do not know yet.The Will-o'-the-Wisps are in the town!That's of much more consequence than poetry and stories. I ought,indeed,to hold my tongue;but there must be a necessity-a fate—a something that sticks in my throat,and that wants to come out.Take care, you mortals!"

"I don't understand a word of all this!"cried theman.

"Be kind enough to seat yourself on that cupboard,she retorted,"but take care you don't fall through andbreak the bottles—you know what' s inside them. I must tell of the great event.It occurred no longer ago than yesterday.It did not happen earlier.It has now three hundred and six-ty-four days to run about.I suppose you know how many days there are in a year?"

And this is what the Moor-woman told:

"There was a great commotion35 yesterday out here in the marsh!There was a christening feast!A little Will-o'-Wispwas born here-in fact,twelve of them were born all togeth-er;and they have permission,if they choose to use it,to goabroad among men,and to move about and command among them,just as if they were born mortals.That was a great event in the marsh,and accordingly all the Will-o'-the- Wisps wnet dancing like little lights across the moor,both male and female,for there are some of them of the female sex,though they are not usually spoken about.I sat there on the cupboard,and had all the twelve little new-bron Will-o'-the-Wisps upon my lap:they shone like glow-worms;they already began to hop,and increased in size moment, so that before a quarter of an hour had elapsed,each of them looked just as large as his father or his uncle.Now it's an old-established regulation and privilege,that when the moon stands just as it did yesterday,and the wind blows just as it blew then,it is allowed and accorded to all Will-o'-the- Wisps—that is,to all those who are born at that minute of time-to become mortals,and individually to exert their power for the space of one year.

"The Will-o'-the-Wisps may run about in the country and through the world,if it is not afraid of falling into the sea,or of being blown out by a heavy storm.It can enter in-to a person and speak for him,and make all the movements it pleases.The Will-o'-the-Wisp may take whatever form he likes,of man or woman,and can act in their spirit and in their disguise in such a way that he can effect whatever he wishes to do.But he must manage,in the course of the year,to lead three hundred and sixty-five people into a wrong way,and in a grand style,too:to lead them away from the right and the truth;and then he reaches the highest point that a Will-o'-the-Wisp can attain-to become a run- ner before the devil's state coach;and then he'll wear clothes of fiery36 yellow,and breathe forth flames out of his throat.That's enough to make a simple Will-o'-the-Wisp smack37 his lips.But there's some danger in this,and a greatdeal ot work for a will-o'-the-Wisp who aspires38 to play so distinguished39 a part.If the eyes of the man are opened to what he is,and if the man can then blow him away,it's all over with him,and he must come back into the marsh;or if,before the year is up,the Will-o'-the-Wisp is seized with a longing40 to see his family,and so returns to it and gives the matter up,it is over with him likewise,and he can no longer burn clear,and soon becomes extinguished,and cannot be lit up again;and when the year has elapsed,and he has not led three hundred and sixty-five people away from the truth and from all that is grand and noble,he is condemned41 to be imprisoned42 in decayed wood,and to lie glimmering43 there without being able to move;and that's the most terrible,punishment that can be inflicted44 on a lively Will-o'-the-Wisp.

"Now,all this I knew,and all this I told to the twelve little Will-o'-the-Wisps whom I had on my lap,and who seemed quite crazy with joy.

"I told them that the safest and most convenient course was to give up the honour,and do nothing at all;but the little flames would not agree to this, and alreadyfancied themselves clad in fiery yellow clothes,breathing flames from their throats.

"'Stay with us,'said some of the older ones.

"Carry on your sport with mortals,'said the others.

"'The mortals are drying up our meadows;they've tak- en to draining.What will our successors do?'

"'We want to flame;we will flame-flame!" cried the new-born Will-o'-the-Wisps.

"And thus the affair was settled.

"And now a ball was given,a minute long;it could not wel be shorter.The little elf-maidens whirled round three times with the rest,that they mightnot appear proud,but they prefer dancing with one an- other.

"And noe the sponsors' gifts were presented,and presents were thrown them.These presents flew like pebbles45 across the swamp-water.Each of the elf-maid- end gave a little piece of her veil.

"'Take that,'they said,'and then you'll know the higher dance,the most difficult turns and twists- that is to say,if you should find them necessary.

You'll know the proper deportment,and them you can show yourself in the very pick of society.'

"The night raven46 taught each of the young Will-o'-the-Wisps to say,'Goo-goo-good,'and to say it in the right place;and that's a great gift,which brings its own reward.

"The owl26 and the stork also made some remarks-but they said it was not worth mentioning,and so we won't men- tion it."

"King Waldemar's wild chase was just them rushinng over the moor,and when the great lords heard of the festivi-ties that were going on,they sent as a present a couple of handsome dogs,which hunt with the speed of the wind, and can well bear two or three of the Will-o'-the Wisps.A cou-ple of old Nightmares,spirits who support themselves with riding,were also at the feast;and from there the young Will-o'-the-Wisps learned the art of slipping through every key-hole,as if the door stood open before them.These offered to carry the youngsters to the town,with which they were well acquainted.They usually rode through the air on their own back hair,which is fastened into a knot,for they love a hard seat;but now they sat astride no the wild hunting dogs,took the young Will-o'-the-Wisps in their laps,who wanted to go into the town to mislead and entice47 mortals,and,whisk!away they were.Now,this is what happened last night.To-day the Will-o'-Wisps are in the town,and have taken the matter in hand-but where and how?Ah,can you tell me that?Still,I've a lightning-conductor in mp great toe, and that will always tell me somthing.'"

"Why,this is a complete story,"exclaimed the man.

"Yes,but it is only the beginning,"replied the woman.

"Can you tell me how the Will-o'-the-Wisps'deport themselves,and how they behave?and in what shapes they have appeared in order to lead people into crooked48 paths?"

"I believe,"replied the man,"that one could tell quite a romance about the Will-o'-the-Wisps,in twelve parts;or,better still,one might make quite a popular play of them."

"You might write that,"said the woman,"but it's best let alone.

"Yes that's better and more agreeable,"the man replied,"for them we shall escape from the newspapers,and not be tied up by them,which is just as uncomfortable as for a Will-o'-the-Wisps to lie in decaying woob,to have to gleam,and not be able to stir."

"I don' t care about it either way,"cried the woman."Let the rest write,those who can,and those who cannotlikewise.I'll give you an old tap from my cask that willopen the cupboard where poetry is kept in bottles,and you may take from that whatever may be wanting.But you,my good man,seem to have blackened your hands sufficiently49 with ink,and to have come to that age of se-dateness,that you need not be running about every yearfor stories,especially as there are much more importantthings to be done.You must have understood what is go-ing on?"

"The Will-o'-the-Wisps are in the town,"said theman."I've heard it,and I have understood it.But whatdo you think I ought to do?I should be thrashed if I wereto go to the people and say,'Look,yonder goes a will-o'-the-Wisps in his best clothes!'"

"They also go in undress,"replied the woman.

"The Will-o'-the-Wisp can assume all kinds of forms,and appear in every place.He goes into the church,butnot for the sake of the service;and perhaps he may enterinto one or other of the priests.He speaks at the elec-tions,not for the benefit of the country,but only for him-self.He's an artist with the colour-pot as well as in thetheatre;but when he gets all the power into his own

hands,then the pot's empty!I chatter50 and chatter,but itmust come out,what's sticking in my that,to the dis-advantage of my own family.But I must now be the wom-an that will save a good many people.It is not done withmy goodwill,or for the sake of a medal.I do the most in-sane things I possibly can,and then I tell a poet about it,and thus the whole town gets to know of it directly.

"The town will not take that to heart,"observed theman;"that will not disurb a single person;for they willall think I'm only telling them a story when I say with thegreatest seriousness,'The Will-o'-the-Wisps are in thetown,says the Moor-woman.Take care of yourselves!'"

鬼火进城了

 

从前有一个人会讲许多童话;不过据他说,这些童话都偷偷地离开他了。那个经常来拜访他的童话不再来了,也不再敲他的门了。为什么它不再来呢?是的,这人的确有很久没有想到它,也没有盼望它来敲他的门,而它也就没有来,因为外面有战争,而家里又有战争带来的悲哀和忧虑。

鹳鸟和燕子从长途旅行中回来了,它们也没有想到什么危险。当它们到来的时候,窝被烧掉了,人类的住屋也被烧掉了,门都倒了,有的门简直就不见了;敌人的马匹在古老的坟墓上践踏。这是一个艰难黑暗的时代,但是这样的时代也总有一天要结束。

事实上它现在已经结束了。但是童话还没有来敲门,也没有送来什么消息。

“它一定死了,跟别的东西一起消灭了,”这人说。

不过童话是永远不会死的!

一整年又过去了。他非常想念童话!

“我不知道,童话会不会再来敲我的门?”

他还能生动地记起,童话曾经以种种不同的姿态来拜访他:有时它像春天一样地年轻和动人,有时它像一个美丽的姑娘,头上戴着一个车叶草编的花环,手中拿着一根山毛榉的枝子,眼睛亮得像深树林里的、照在明亮的太阳光下的湖。有时它装作一个小贩到来。它打开它的背包,让银色的缎带飘出来——上面写着诗和充满了回忆的字句。不过当它装作一个老祖母到来的时候,它要算是最可爱的了。她的头发是银白色的,她的一对眼睛又大又聪明。她能讲远古时代的故事——比公主用金纺锤纺纱、巨龙在宫门外守卫着的那个时代还要古。她讲得活灵活现,弄得听的人仿佛觉得有黑点子在眼前跳舞,仿佛觉得地上被人血染黑了。看到这样的情景和听到这样的故事,真有些骇人,但同时它又很好玩,因为它是发生在那么一个远古的时代里。

“她不会再来敲我的门吧!”这人说。于是他凝望着门,结果黑点子又在他眼前和地上出现了。他不知道这是血呢,还是那个艰难的黑暗时代的丧服上用的黑纱。

当他这样坐着的时候,突然就想到,童话是不是像那些古老的童话中的公主一样,藏起来了,需要人把它找出来呢?如果它被找出来了,那么它又可以发出新的光彩,比以前还要美丽。

“谁知道呢?可能它就藏在别人随便扔在井边的一根草里。注意!注意!可能它就藏在一朵凋谢的花里——夹在书架上的那本大书里的花里。”

为了要弄清楚,这人就打开一本最新的书;不过这里面并没有一朵花,他在这里读到丹麦人荷尔格的故事,他同时还读到:这个故事是由一个法国修道士杜撰的,是一本“译成丹麦文和用丹麦文印出来”的传奇,因此丹麦人荷尔格从来就没有真正存在过,同时也永远不会像我们所歌颂的和相信的那样,又回到我们这儿来。丹麦人荷尔格和威廉·退尔一样,不过是一个口头传说,完全靠不住,虽然它是花了很大一番考据功夫,写上书本的。

“唔,我要相信我所相信的东西,”这人说;“脚没有踩过的地方,路也不会展宽的。”于是他把书合上,放到书架上去,然后就走到窗前的新鲜花朵那儿去:童话可能就藏在那些有黄色金边的红郁金香里,或者在新鲜的玫瑰花里,或者在颜色鲜艳的茶花里。花瓣之间倒是有太阳,但是没有童话。

多难的时代里长出的花儿,总是很美丽的。不过它们统统被砍掉,编成花圈,放进棺材里,上面又盖上国旗!可能童话就跟这些花儿一起被埋葬掉了。如果是这样的话,花儿就应该知道,棺材也应该知道,泥土也应该知道,从土里长出的每根草也应该能讲出一个道理来了。童话是从来不会死的。

可能它曾经到这儿来过一次,敲过门——不过那时谁会听见和想到它呢?人们带着阴郁、沉重、几乎生气的神情来望着春天的太阳、喃喃的鸟儿和一切愉快的绿东西。舌头连那些古老的、快乐的民间歌曲都不唱;它们跟我们最心爱的东西一起被埋在棺材里。童话尽可以来敲门,不过不会有人听见的。没有人欢迎它,因此它就走了。

“我要去寻找它!

到乡下去找它!到树林里去找它!到广阔的海滩上去找它!”

乡间有一个古老的庄园。它有红色的墙和尖尖的山形墙;塔顶上还飘着一面旗。夜莺在穗子很细的山毛榉叶子间唱着歌,望着花园里盛开的苹果树,还以为它们开的就是玫瑰花呢。在夏天的太阳光里,蜜蜂在这儿忙着工作,围着它们的皇后嗡嗡地吟唱。秋天的风暴会讲出许多关于野猎的故事,关于树林的落叶和过去的人类的故事。在圣诞节的时候,野天鹅在一片汪洋的水上唱着歌;而在那个古老的花园里,人们坐在炉边倾听歌声和远古的传说。

在花园一个古老的角落里,有一条生满了野栗树的大路,引诱人们向它的树阴里走去。这人便走进去寻找童话,风儿曾经在这儿低声地对他讲过“一个贵族和他的女儿们”的故事。树精——她就是童话妈妈本人——曾经在这儿对他讲述过“老栎树的梦”。在祖母活着的时候,这儿有修剪得很整齐的篱笆;可是现在这儿只长着凤尾草和荨麻——它们把遗弃在那儿的残破的古代石像都掩盖住了。这些石像的眼睛里长出了青苔,但是它们仍然能像以前一样看得见东西——而来寻找童话的人却看不见,因为他没有看见童话。童话到哪儿去了呢?

千百只乌鸦在他的头上飞,在一些古老的树上飞,同时叫着:“它就在那里!它就在那里!”

他走出花园,走出花园外面的护墙河,走到赤杨树林里面去。这儿有一个六角形的小屋子,还附带有一个养鸡场和养鸭场。在屋子的中央坐着一个老太婆。她管理这儿的一切事情;生下的每一个蛋,从蛋里爬出的每一只小鸡,她都知道得清清楚楚。不过她并不是这人所要找的那个童话:这一点她可以拿出那张受过洗礼的证书和那张种过天花的证书来作证。这两件东西都放在抽屉里。

在外面,离屋子不远,有一个土丘,上面长满了红山楂和金链花,这儿躺着一块古老的墓碑。它是从一个乡下市镇的教堂墓地里搬来的;它是城里一个有声望的参议员的纪念碑。他的太太和五个女儿,全都拱着双手,穿着绉领,在他的石像周围站着。人们可以把他们观察很久,一直观察到使它在思想上发生作用,同时思想又在石像上发生反作用,使它能讲出关于远古时代的事情——那个找童话的人最低限度有这种想法。当他来到这儿的时候,发现有一只活蝴蝶落在这位石雕的参议员的额角上。蝴蝶拍着翅膀,向前飞了一会儿,然后又落到墓石的近旁,像是要把这儿生长着的东西都指出来似的。这儿长着有四片叶子的苜蓿;一共有七棵,排成一行。幸运的事情总不是单独到来的。他摘下苜蓿叶了,装进衣袋里。这人想:幸运是跟现钱一样好;但是美妙的新童话比那还要好。但是他在这儿没有找到童话。

太阳,又红又大的太阳,落下去了,草地上升起了烟雾;沼泽女人正在酿酒。

现在是晚上。他单独站在房子里,朝着大海、草地、沼泽和海滩上望。月光很明朗,草地上笼罩着一层烟雾,好像一个大湖。像传说上所讲的,它的确曾经是一个大湖——这个传说现在在月光中得到了证明。

这人想起了他住在城里时读过的故事:威廉·退尔和丹麦人荷尔格从来没有存在过。但是,像作为传说的证明的这个湖一样,他们却活在民间的传说里。是的,丹麦人荷尔格会再回来的!

当他正站着深思的时候,窗子上有相当重的敲击声。这是一只雀子,一只蝙蝠,还是一只猫头鹰呢?如果是这类东西,就没有开门的必要。但窗子却自动地开了;一个老太婆向屋里看。

“你想干什么?”他说。“你是什么人?你直接朝第二层楼上望。难道你是站在梯子上吗?”

“你衣袋里有一棵长着四片叶子的苜蓿,”她说。“是的,你有七棵,其中有一棵还有六片叶子呢。”

“请问你是谁?”这人又问。

“沼泽女人!”她回答说。“酿酒的沼泽女人。我正在酿酒。酒桶安上了塞子,但是一个恶作剧的沼泽小鬼把塞子拔掉了,而且把它向院子里扔来,打在窗子上。现在啤酒正在从桶里往外直淌,这对什么人都没有好处。”

“请你讲下去!”这人说。

“啊,请等一下!”沼泽女人说。“我此刻还有一件别的事情要做。”于是她就走了。

这人正要关上窗子,沼泽女人忽然又出现在他面前。

“现在我做完了!”她说;“不过,如果明天天气好,我就把另外一半啤酒留到明天再酿。唔,你有什么事情要问我呢?我现在回来了,因为我是一个说话算话的人呀。你衣袋里有七棵带四片叶子的苜蓿,其中有一棵是六片叶子的。这使人起尊敬之感。因为它是长在大路旁的一种装饰品;不过这并不是每个人都可以发现的。你有什么事情要问我呢?不要站着像个呆子呀,因为我得马上去看我的塞子和桶!”

于是这人便问起童话,问她的路上是不是看到过童话。

“嗨!愿上帝保佑我的大酒桶!”沼泽女人说,“难道你所知道的童话还不够吗?我的确相信你所知道的已经够多了。你应该关心别的事情,注意别的事情才对。连小孩子也不再要什么童话了。给男孩子一支雪茄,给女孩子一条新裙子吧;他们会更喜欢这类东西的。听什么童话!嗨,应该做的事情多着呢,更重要的事情有的是!”

“你这是什么意思?”这人问。“你懂得什么世事?你所看到的只是青蛙和鬼火!”

“是的,请你当心鬼火吧,”沼泽女人说,“它们已经出来了!它们已经溜走了!这正是我们要讨论的一件事情!跟我一块儿到沼泽地来吧,我必须在场,我可以把整个的事儿都告诉你。当你那七棵有四片叶子的苜蓿——其中有一棵是六片叶子的——还是新鲜的时候,当月亮还是很高的时候,请你赶快来!”

于是沼泽女人就不见了。

教堂上的钟敲了12下;最后一下还没有敲完,这人已经走出了屋子,来到花园里,站在草地上了。烟雾已经散了。沼泽女人停止了酿酒。

“你花了这么多的时间才到来!”沼泽女人说。“巫婆比人走得快得多,我很高兴,我生来就是一个巫婆!”

“你现在有什么话可以告诉我呢?”这人问。“这跟童话有关吗?”

“难道你就不能问点别的东西吗?”沼泽女人说。

“你是不是想和我谈一点关于未来的诗的问题呢?”这人又问。

“请你不要卖弄学问吧!”沼泽女人说。“让我回答你吧。你心里老想着诗,而嘴上却问起童话来,好像童话就是一切艺术的皇后似的。她是一个最老的人,不过她的样子却显得最年轻。我对她的事情知道得很清楚!我有个时候也是年轻的,这也不是什么幼稚病。有个时候我也是相当漂亮的一个妖姑娘呢;我也在月亮底下和别人跳过舞,听过夜莺的曲子,到森林里去过,会见过童话姑娘——她老是在那儿东跑西跑。她一会儿跑进一朵半开的郁金香或一朵普通的野花里去,一会儿偷偷地走进教堂,把自己裹在祭坛蜡烛上挂着的黑丧布里睡去!”

“你的消息真灵通!”这人说。

“我知道的东西起码应该和你一样多!”沼泽女人说。“童话和诗——不错,它们像同一材料织成的两段布。它们可以随便在什么地方躺下来。它们所做的事和讲的话,人们可以随意编造,而且编得又好又便宜。你可以一文不花就从我这里得到这些东西。我有一整柜子的瓶装诗。这是诗精,诗的最好一部分——它是又甜又苦的草药。人们对诗的无论哪方面的要求,我的瓶子里都有。在节日里我把它洒一点到手帕上,不时闻闻它。”

“你所讲的这番话真是奇妙极了!”这人说。“你有瓶装的诗?”

“比你所能接受得了的还多!”沼泽女人说。“你知道《踩着面包走的女孩》这个故事吧?她这样做,为的是怕弄脏了她的新鞋子。这个故事被写下来,而且还被印出来了。”

“这个故事是我亲自讲出来的,”这人说。

“对,那么你应该知道它了。”沼泽女人说,“你也知道,那个女孩立刻就沉到地底下的沼泽女人那儿去了——那个魔鬼的老太太这时正来拜访,为的是要检查酒厂。她一看见这个女孩子沉下来就要求把她带走,作为她来拜访的一个纪念品。她得到了这个孩子,我也得到了一件毫无用处的礼品。它是一个旅行药柜——整柜子全是瓶装的诗。老太太告诉我柜子应该放在什么地方——它还立在那儿。请你去看一次吧!你衣袋里装着七棵带四片叶子的苜蓿——其中一棵是六片叶子的——所以你应该看得见它了。”

的确,沼泽地的中央有一根粗大的赤杨树干,它就是老太太的柜子。沼泽女人说,这柜子对她和对任何国家任何时代的人都是开着的,人们只需知道它在什么地方就得了。它的前面,后面,每一边和每一角都可以打开——真是一件完整的艺术品,但是它的样子却像一根赤杨树干。各国的诗人,特别是我们本国的诗人,都是在这儿制造出来的。他们的精神都加以蒸馏、提炼、批判和改进以后才装进瓶子里的。祖母以她“极大的本能”——这是人们不愿说“天才”时所用的一个字眼——把这个或那个诗人的气味,再加上一点儿鬼才,混合在一起封在瓶子里,作为将来之用。

“我请求你让我看看!”这人说。

“是的,还有更重要的事情在后面!”沼泽女人说。

“不过现在我们是在柜子旁边呀!”这人说,同时朝里面看。“这儿有种种不同体积的瓶子。这一个里面装的什么呢?那一个里面装的什么呢?”

“这就是人们所谓的五月香,”沼泽女人说。“我自己还没有用过,不过我知道,如果把酒洒一滴到地上,马上就会有一个长满了睡莲、水芋和野薄荷的美丽的小湖出现。你只需滴两滴到一本旧练习簿上——甚至小学最低班的练习簿上——这本子就可以成为一部芬芳的剧本。它可以上演,也可以叫你睡过去,因为它的香气是那么强烈。瓶子上贴着这样的标签:‘沼泽女人监制’——其用意是要恭维我一番。

“这是一个‘造谣瓶’。它里面装着的似乎只是最脏的水。里面的确是最脏的水,不过它含有街头闲话的发酵粉、三两谎话和二钱真理。这几种成份被桦木条搅成一团——不是在咸水里浸了很久的、专门用以打犯人脊背的那种枝条,也不是小学老师用的那种枝条,而是从扫沟渠的扫帚上抽下来的一根枝条。

“这是一个装满了仿照圣诗调子写的、虔诚的诗的瓶子。每一滴能够发出那种像地狱门的响声。它是用刑罚的血和汗所做成的。有的人说它不过是一点鸽子的胆汁罢了。不过鸽子是最虔诚的动物,并没有胆汁;那些不懂得博物学的人都这样讲。

“这是一个最大的瓶子,它占了半个柜子的面积——装满了‘日常故事’的瓶子。它是用膀胱和猪皮包着的,因为它的力量不能被蒸发掉。每个民族都可以依照自己摇瓶子的方法做出自己的汤。这儿有古老的德国血汤,里面有强盗肉丸子。这儿还有稀薄的农民汤,在它里面真正的枢密大臣像豆子似的沉到底,而面上则浮着富有哲学意味的胖眼睛。这儿有英国的女管家汤和法国用鸡腿和麻雀蛋熬的‘鸡汤’——这在丹麦文里叫做‘康康舞汤’。不过最好的汤是‘哥本哈根汤”。家里的人都这样说。

“这是一个香槟瓶子,里面装着‘悲剧’。它能够爆裂,它也应该如此。喜剧是像能打到眼里去的细沙——这也就是说,较细致的喜剧。瓶子里也有较粗的喜剧,不过它们还只是一些待用的剧名——其中有些非常有名的剧名 [,如:《你敢向机器里吐痰吗》,《一记耳光》,《可爱的驴子》和《她喝得烂醉》]。”

这人听到这番话,就沉入到幻想中去了,不过沼泽女人想得更远一点;她想把事情做个结束。

“这个老柜子你已经看得相当久了!”她说,“你已经知道它里面有些什么东西。不过你应该知道的更重要的东西,你还不知道。鬼火现在到城里来了!这比诗和童话要重要得多。我的确应该闭住嘴,不过大概有某种力量,某种命运,某种无可奈何的东西塞在我的喉咙里,老是要跑出来。[鬼火进了城!他们在猖狂作乱!]你们人呵,当心啦!”

“你说的这一套,我连半个字也不懂!”这人说。

“请劳驾坐在柜子上吧。”她说,“不过请你当心不要坐塌了,把瓶子打碎——你知道它们里面装着什么东西。有一件大事我非得讲出来不可。它还是昨天发生的;并没有很早就发生。它的有效期限还有364天。我想你知道一年有多少日子吧?”

下面是沼泽女人所讲的话:

“昨天沼泽地上有一个很大的热闹场面!那是一个孩子的盛会!一个小鬼火出生了——事实上他们有一打同时出生。他们得到了许可:如果他们愿意的活,可以跑到人世间去,也可自由行动,发号施令,好像他们生下来就是人一样。这是沼泽地上的一件大事,因此鬼火,在沼泽地和草原上,像亮光一样,男的女的都跳起舞来——因为他们中间有几个是女性,虽然他们一般都不讲出来。我坐在那个柜子上,把这12个新生的鬼火抱在膝上。他们像萤火虫似地发出亮光来,他们已经开始跳起来,而他们的体积每一秒钟都在增长,因此不到一刻钟,他们的样子就好像他们的父亲和叔父那样大。按照大家公认的一个老规矩和特权,如果月亮照得完全像昨天一样,风吹得完全像昨天一样,在这个时刻所出生的一切鬼火,都有权变成人,而他们每一个人,在一年的时限内,可以行使他们的权利。

如果每个鬼火不怕掉到海里去、不伯被大风暴吹熄的话,他可以跑遍全国,跑遍整个世界,他可以附在一个人身上,代他讲话,随意行动。一个鬼火可以随意以任何形式出现;他可以是男人或女人,可以依照他们的精神行动,但是必须走自己的极端,把他想要做的事都做出来,不过他在一年之中要大规模地把365个人引入歧途:把他们从真理和正确的道路上引走。只有这样,一个鬼火才能达到最高峰——成为魔鬼专车前面的一个跑腿。这样,他就可以穿起深黄的衣服,从喉咙里喷出火焰来。这足够使一个普通的鬼火得到满足。不过里面也个出色的任务,得碰到一些麻烦。如果一个人的眼睛能看清面前是什么东西、而把鬼火一口气吹走的话,那么鬼火就完蛋了,它只有再回到沼泽里来。同样,如果鬼火在一年终结以前要回家来看看、而放弃他们的工作,那么他也就完蛋,再也不能照得很亮,于是他很快就会灭了,再也燃不起来。当一年终了的时候,如果他还没有把365个人引入歧途、离开真理和一切美善的东西的话,那么他就要被监禁在一块腐木里面,躺在那儿发着闪光,不能动弹一下。对于一个活泼的鬼火说来,这是再厉害不过的一种惩罚。

“这一切我全知道,同时我也把这事情讲给我抱在膝上的12个鬼火听。他们听了乐得不可开交。

“我告诉他们,说最安全和最简单的办法是放弃这种光荣,什么事情也不干。可是小鬼火们不同意这种说法。他们已经幻想自己穿起深黄的衣服,从喉咙里喷出火来。

“‘跟我们住在一起吧!’年老的几位鬼火说。

“‘你们去和人开玩笑吧,’另外几位说。

“‘人把我们的草地都滤干了!他们已经开始在排水。我们的后代将怎么活下去呢?’

“‘我们要发出火光来!发出火光来!’新生的鬼火说。

“事情就这样肯定下来了。

“一个跳舞会开始了——时间只有一秒钟;它不能再短。妖姑娘们跟别的妖姑娘们转了三个圈子,为的是不要显得骄傲,她们一般只是愿意和她们自己跳舞。

“接着舞会发起人就散发礼品:‘打水漂’——这就是礼物的名字。礼物像砂石似地在沼泽地的水上飞过去。每个姑娘又彼此赠送一小片面纱。‘把这拿去吧!’她们说,‘那么你就会跳更高级的舞——那些不可少的比较困难的旋转和扭腰。这样你们就有恰当的风度,你们就可以在上流社会里表现自己。’

“夜渡乌教每一个年轻的鬼火说:‘好——好——好,’而且教他们在什么场合说最恰当,这是一件最大的礼品,它可以使你受用不尽。

猫头鹰和鹳鸟也提了一些意见——不过他们说,这都不值得一谈,因此我们就不提了。国王瓦尔得马尔这时正来到沼泽地上野猎。当这些贵族们听到这个盛会时,他们就赠送了一对漂亮的猎犬,作为礼品。它们追起东西来跟风一样快,同时能够背起一个到三个鬼火。两个老梦魔——他们靠骑着东西飞行过日子——也来参加了这次盛会。他们马上就传授起钻钥匙孔的技术来,使得所有的门等于没有。这两位老梦魔还提议把小鬼火们带到城里去,因为城里的情形他们很熟悉。他们一般是骑在自己的鬃毛上在空中飞过,而且总是把毛打一个结,因为他们喜欢坐硬席。可是他们现在叉着腿坐在猎犬身上,把这些年轻的鬼火——他们打算到城里去把人引入歧途——抱在怀里,于是嘘的一声,他们就不见了。

“这全是昨天夜里发生的事情。现在鬼火到城里来了,开始进行工作——不过怎样进行呢?唉!你能够告诉我吗?我的大脚趾里有一根气候线。它总是告诉我一些事情的。”

“这倒是一个完整的童话呢,”这人说。

“是的,不过这只是童话的一个开头,”沼泽女人说。“你能够告诉我,鬼火的行为和做的事情是怎样的吗?他们以什么样的形态来把人引到斜路上去呢?”

“我相信,”这人说,“人们可以写成一部鬼火传奇,分成12卷,每一卷谈一个鬼火。也许更好是写成一部通俗剧本。”

“你写吧,”沼泽女人说,“不过最好还是让它去吧。”

“是的,那当然更容易,更舒服,”这人说。“因为这样我们就可以不受报纸的拘束了。受报纸的拘束,其不舒服的程度跟鬼火关在朽木里发光而不敢说一句话没有两样。”

“这和我没有什么关系,”沼泽女人说。“让别的人——那些会写的和不会写的人——去写吧!我把我桶上的一个旧塞子给你。它可以打开放着诗瓶的那个柜子,你可以从那里取出你所需要的东西。可是你,亲爱的朋友,你的手似乎被墨水染得够黑了。你似乎已经到了懂事的年龄,不必每年东跑西跑去寻找童话了。

世上特别应该做的重要的事情还多着呢。你已知道现在发生了什么事情吧!”

“鬼火现在进城了!”这人说。“我听到过这事情,我也懂得这事情!不过你觉得我应该怎么办呢?如果我对人说,‘看呀,鬼火穿着庄严的衣服在那里活动!’人们一定会把我痛打一顿的。”

“他们有时也穿着裙子活动呀!”沼泽女人说,“一个鬼火可以以各种形式,在任何地方出现。他到教堂里去,不是为了去做礼拜,而是为了要附在牧师身上。他在选举的时候演讲,不是为了国家的利益,而是为了他自己。他可以是一个画家,也可以是一个演员。不过他把权利抓到手上来了以后,它的颜料匣子可就空了!

我闲聊了一大阵子,但是我必须把塞在我喉头的东西拉出来,即使这对于我家庭不利也管不了。现在我要把许多人救出来!这并不是因为出自善意,或者是为了要得到一枚勋章。我要做出我能做到的最疯狂的事情,我把这事告诉给一个诗人;只有这样,整个城市才会马上知道。”

“城市将会一点也不在乎,”这人说。“谁也不会感到惊慌。当我以极端严肃的态度告诉他们说, ‘沼泽女人说过,鬼火进城了。你们当心啦!’人们将认为我不过是对他们讲一个童话罢了。”

这篇故事发表在1865年11月11日哥本哈根出版的《新的童话和故事集》第2卷第3部。关于这篇故事的写作背景,安徒生在1868年他的童话全集的附注中写道:“1864年——战争的一年——是很沉重和苦痛的。这一年丹麦的施勒斯威克(Scesvig)地区被德国夺去了。谁还能够想些什么别的事情呢?我有好久写不出作品。《鬼火进城了》是我在战时极度沉重的。情下动笔的……1865年6月我在巴斯纳斯农庄写完,故事中地理环境的描写源自巴斯纳斯周围的景物。很明显这是一篇讽刺作品,矛头是指向一些评论家、报刊编辑和文化人。国难当头,他们还在做些不切实际,相互小圈子吹捧,把“人引到邪路上去”的空论。我国在抗日战争时也出现过类似的人和类似的讽刺作品,如张天翼的《华威先生》。


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1 moor T6yzd     
n.荒野,沼泽;vt.(使)停泊;vi.停泊
参考例句:
  • I decided to moor near some tourist boats.我决定在一些观光船附近停泊。
  • There were hundreds of the old huts on the moor.沼地上有成百上千的古老的石屋。
2 stork hGWzF     
n.鹳
参考例句:
  • A Fox invited a long-beaked Stork to have dinner with him.狐狸请长嘴鹳同他一起吃饭。
  • He is very glad that his wife's going to get a visit from the stork.他为她的妻子将获得参观鹳鸟的机会感到非常高兴。
3 trampled 8c4f546db10d3d9e64a5bba8494912e6     
踩( trample的过去式和过去分词 ); 践踏; 无视; 侵犯
参考例句:
  • He gripped his brother's arm lest he be trampled by the mob. 他紧抓着他兄弟的胳膊,怕他让暴民踩着。
  • People were trampled underfoot in the rush for the exit. 有人在拼命涌向出口时被踩在脚下。
4 guise JeizL     
n.外表,伪装的姿态
参考例句:
  • They got into the school in the guise of inspectors.他们假装成视察员进了学校。
  • The thief came into the house under the guise of a repairman.那小偷扮成个修理匠进了屋子。
5 sliver sxFwA     
n.裂片,细片,梳毛;v.纵切,切成长片,剖开
参考例句:
  • There was only one sliver of light in the darkness.黑暗中只有一点零星的光亮。
  • Then,one night,Monica saw a thin sliver of the moon reappear.之后的一天晚上,莫尼卡看到了一个月牙。
6 inscriptions b8d4b5ef527bf3ba015eea52570c9325     
(作者)题词( inscription的名词复数 ); 献词; 碑文; 证劵持有人的登记
参考例句:
  • Centuries of wind and rain had worn away the inscriptions on the gravestones. 几个世纪的风雨已磨损了墓碑上的碑文。
  • The inscriptions on the stone tablet have become blurred with the passage of time. 年代久了,石碑上的字迹已经模糊了。
7 margin 67Mzp     
n.页边空白;差额;余地,余裕;边,边缘
参考例句:
  • We allowed a margin of 20 minutes in catching the train.我们有20分钟的余地赶火车。
  • The village is situated at the margin of a forest.村子位于森林的边缘。
8 withered 342a99154d999c47f1fc69d900097df9     
adj. 枯萎的,干瘪的,(人身体的部分器官)因病萎缩的或未发育良好的 动词wither的过去式和过去分词形式
参考例句:
  • The grass had withered in the warm sun. 这些草在温暖的阳光下枯死了。
  • The leaves of this tree have become dry and withered. 这棵树下的叶子干枯了。
9 monk 5EDx8     
n.和尚,僧侣,修道士
参考例句:
  • The man was a monk from Emei Mountain.那人是峨眉山下来的和尚。
  • Buddhist monk sat with folded palms.和尚合掌打坐。
10 coffin XWRy7     
n.棺材,灵柩
参考例句:
  • When one's coffin is covered,all discussion about him can be settled.盖棺论定。
  • The coffin was placed in the grave.那口棺材已安放到坟墓里去了。
11 forth Hzdz2     
adv.向前;向外,往外
参考例句:
  • The wind moved the trees gently back and forth.风吹得树轻轻地来回摇晃。
  • He gave forth a series of works in rapid succession.他很快连续发表了一系列的作品。
12 manor d2Gy4     
n.庄园,领地
参考例句:
  • The builder of the manor house is a direct ancestor of the present owner.建造这幢庄园的人就是它现在主人的一个直系祖先。
  • I am not lord of the manor,but its lady.我并非此地的领主,而是这儿的女主人。
13 hover FQSzM     
vi.翱翔,盘旋;徘徊;彷徨,犹豫
参考例句:
  • You don't hover round the table.你不要围着桌子走来走去。
  • A plane is hover on our house.有一架飞机在我们的房子上盘旋。
14 chestnut XnJy8     
n.栗树,栗子
参考例句:
  • We have a chestnut tree in the bottom of our garden.我们的花园尽头有一棵栗树。
  • In summer we had tea outdoors,under the chestnut tree.夏天我们在室外栗树下喝茶。
15 lures 43e770a1168e7235f5138d9f36ecd3b5     
吸引力,魅力(lure的复数形式)
参考例句:
  • He left home because of the lures of life in the city. 他离家是由于都市生活的诱惑。
  • Perhaps it is the desire for solitude or the chance of making an unexpected discovery that lures men down to the depths of the earth. 可能正是寻觅幽静的去处,或者找个猎奇的机会的欲望引诱着人们进入地球的深处。
16 scattered 7jgzKF     
adj.分散的,稀疏的;散步的;疏疏落落的
参考例句:
  • Gathering up his scattered papers,he pushed them into his case.他把散乱的文件收拾起来,塞进文件夹里。
17 moss X6QzA     
n.苔,藓,地衣
参考例句:
  • Moss grows on a rock.苔藓生在石头上。
  • He was found asleep on a pillow of leaves and moss.有人看见他枕着树叶和苔藓睡着了。
18 alder QzNz7q     
n.赤杨树
参考例句:
  • He gave john some alder bark.他给了约翰一些桤木树皮。
  • Several coppice plantations have been seeded with poplar,willow,and alder.好几个灌木林场都种上了白杨、柳树和赤杨。
19 accurately oJHyf     
adv.准确地,精确地
参考例句:
  • It is hard to hit the ball accurately.准确地击中球很难。
  • Now scientists can forecast the weather accurately.现在科学家们能准确地预报天气。
20 attest HO3yC     
vt.证明,证实;表明
参考例句:
  • I can attest to the absolute truth of his statement. 我可以证实他的话是千真万确的。
  • These ruins sufficiently attest the former grandeur of the place. 这些遗迹充分证明此处昔日的宏伟。
21 Christian KVByl     
adj.基督教徒的;n.基督教徒
参考例句:
  • They always addressed each other by their Christian name.他们总是以教名互相称呼。
  • His mother is a sincere Christian.他母亲是个虔诚的基督教徒。
22 vaccination bKGzM     
n.接种疫苗,种痘
参考例句:
  • Vaccination is a preventive against smallpox.种痘是预防天花的方法。
  • Doctors suggest getting a tetanus vaccination every ten years.医生建议每十年注射一次破伤风疫苗。
23 mound unCzhy     
n.土墩,堤,小山;v.筑堤,用土堆防卫
参考例句:
  • The explorers climbed a mound to survey the land around them.勘探者爬上土丘去勘测周围的土地。
  • The mound can be used as our screen.这个土丘可做我们的掩蔽物。
24 provincial Nt8ye     
adj.省的,地方的;n.外省人,乡下人
参考例句:
  • City dwellers think country folk have provincial attitudes.城里人以为乡下人思想迂腐。
  • Two leading cadres came down from the provincial capital yesterday.昨天从省里下来了两位领导干部。
25 brew kWezK     
v.酿造,调制
参考例句:
  • Let's brew up some more tea.咱们沏些茶吧。
  • The policeman dispelled the crowd lest they should brew trouble.警察驱散人群,因恐他们酿祸。
26 owl 7KFxk     
n.猫头鹰,枭
参考例句:
  • Her new glasses make her look like an owl.她的新眼镜让她看上去像只猫头鹰。
  • I'm a night owl and seldom go to bed until after midnight.我睡得很晚,经常半夜后才睡觉。
27 standing 2hCzgo     
n.持续,地位;adj.永久的,不动的,直立的,不流动的
参考例句:
  • After the earthquake only a few houses were left standing.地震过后只有几幢房屋还立着。
  • They're standing out against any change in the law.他们坚决反对对法律做任何修改。
28 brewery KWSzJ     
n.啤酒厂
参考例句:
  • The brewery had 25 heavy horses delivering beer in London.啤酒厂有25匹高头大马在伦敦城中运送啤酒。
  • When business was good,the brewery employed 20 people.在生意好的时候,这家酿造厂曾经雇佣过20人。
29 stump hGbzY     
n.残株,烟蒂,讲演台;v.砍断,蹒跚而走
参考例句:
  • He went on the stump in his home state.他到故乡所在的州去发表演说。
  • He used the stump as a table.他把树桩用作桌子。
30 flask Egxz8     
n.瓶,火药筒,砂箱
参考例句:
  • There is some deposit in the bottom of the flask.这只烧杯的底部有些沉淀物。
  • He took out a metal flask from a canvas bag.他从帆布包里拿出一个金属瓶子。
31 effervescing 2cc2b95946cb24c315b6254191f0d7a6     
v.冒气泡,起泡沫( effervesce的现在分词 )
参考例句:
  • I was full and effervescing with joy of creation. 由于创作的乐趣,我感到满足和欢欣。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
  • That hot spring was effervescing with bubbles. 温泉正冒着泡泡。 来自《简明英汉词典》
32 gutter lexxk     
n.沟,街沟,水槽,檐槽,贫民窟
参考例句:
  • There's a cigarette packet thrown into the gutter.阴沟里有个香烟盒。
  • He picked her out of the gutter and made her a great lady.他使她脱离贫苦生活,并成为贵妇。
33 pious KSCzd     
adj.虔诚的;道貌岸然的
参考例句:
  • Alexander is a pious follower of the faith.亚历山大是个虔诚的信徒。
  • Her mother was a pious Christian.她母亲是一个虔诚的基督教徒。
34 champagne iwBzh3     
n.香槟酒;微黄色
参考例句:
  • There were two glasses of champagne on the tray.托盘里有两杯香槟酒。
  • They sat there swilling champagne.他们坐在那里大喝香槟酒。
35 commotion 3X3yo     
n.骚动,动乱
参考例句:
  • They made a commotion by yelling at each other in the theatre.他们在剧院里相互争吵,引起了一阵骚乱。
  • Suddenly the whole street was in commotion.突然间,整条街道变得一片混乱。
36 fiery ElEye     
adj.燃烧着的,火红的;暴躁的;激烈的
参考例句:
  • She has fiery red hair.她有一头火红的头发。
  • His fiery speech agitated the crowd.他热情洋溢的讲话激动了群众。
37 smack XEqzV     
vt.拍,打,掴;咂嘴;vi.含有…意味;n.拍
参考例句:
  • She gave him a smack on the face.她打了他一个嘴巴。
  • I gave the fly a smack with the magazine.我用杂志拍了一下苍蝇。
38 aspires e0d3cbcde2a88805b7fd83a70eb48df3     
v.渴望,追求( aspire的第三人称单数 )
参考例句:
  • The fame to which he aspires was beyond his reach. 他追求的名誉乃是他所不能及的。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • An old steed in the stable still aspires to gallop a thousand li. 老骥伏枥,志在千里。 来自《简明英汉词典》
39 distinguished wu9z3v     
adj.卓越的,杰出的,著名的
参考例句:
  • Elephants are distinguished from other animals by their long noses.大象以其长长的鼻子显示出与其他动物的不同。
  • A banquet was given in honor of the distinguished guests.宴会是为了向贵宾们致敬而举行的。
40 longing 98bzd     
n.(for)渴望
参考例句:
  • Hearing the tune again sent waves of longing through her.再次听到那首曲子使她胸中充满了渴望。
  • His heart burned with longing for revenge.他心中燃烧着急欲复仇的怒火。
41 condemned condemned     
adj. 被责难的, 被宣告有罪的 动词condemn的过去式和过去分词
参考例句:
  • He condemned the hypocrisy of those politicians who do one thing and say another. 他谴责了那些说一套做一套的政客的虚伪。
  • The policy has been condemned as a regressive step. 这项政策被认为是一种倒退而受到谴责。
42 imprisoned bc7d0bcdd0951055b819cfd008ef0d8d     
下狱,监禁( imprison的过去式和过去分词 )
参考例句:
  • He was imprisoned for two concurrent terms of 30 months and 18 months. 他被判处30个月和18个月的监禁,合并执行。
  • They were imprisoned for possession of drugs. 他们因拥有毒品而被监禁。
43 glimmering 7f887db7600ddd9ce546ca918a89536a     
n.微光,隐约的一瞥adj.薄弱地发光的v.发闪光,发微光( glimmer的现在分词 )
参考例句:
  • I got some glimmering of what he was driving at. 他这么说是什么意思,我有点明白了。 来自辞典例句
  • Now that darkness was falling, only their silhouettes were outlined against the faintly glimmering sky. 这时节两山只剩余一抹深黑,赖天空微明为画出一个轮廓。 来自汉英文学 - 散文英译
44 inflicted cd6137b3bb7ad543500a72a112c6680f     
把…强加给,使承受,遭受( inflict的过去式和过去分词 )
参考例句:
  • They inflicted a humiliating defeat on the home team. 他们使主队吃了一场很没面子的败仗。
  • Zoya heroically bore the torture that the Fascists inflicted upon her. 卓娅英勇地承受法西斯匪徒加在她身上的酷刑。
45 pebbles e4aa8eab2296e27a327354cbb0b2c5d2     
[复数]鹅卵石; 沙砾; 卵石,小圆石( pebble的名词复数 )
参考例句:
  • The pebbles of the drive crunched under his feet. 汽车道上的小石子在他脚底下喀嚓作响。
  • Line the pots with pebbles to ensure good drainage. 在罐子里铺一层鹅卵石,以确保排水良好。
46 raven jAUz8     
n.渡鸟,乌鸦;adj.乌亮的
参考例句:
  • We know the raven will never leave the man's room.我们知道了乌鸦再也不会离开那个男人的房间。
  • Her charming face was framed with raven hair.她迷人的脸上垂落着乌亮的黑发。
47 entice FjazS     
v.诱骗,引诱,怂恿
参考例句:
  • Nothing will entice the children from television.没有任何东西能把孩子们从电视机前诱开。
  • I don't see why the English should want to entice us away from our native land.我不明白,为什英国人要引诱我们离开自己的国土。
48 crooked xvazAv     
adj.弯曲的;不诚实的,狡猾的,不正当的
参考例句:
  • He crooked a finger to tell us to go over to him.他弯了弯手指,示意我们到他那儿去。
  • You have to drive slowly on these crooked country roads.在这些弯弯曲曲的乡间小路上你得慢慢开车。
49 sufficiently 0htzMB     
adv.足够地,充分地
参考例句:
  • It turned out he had not insured the house sufficiently.原来他没有给房屋投足保险。
  • The new policy was sufficiently elastic to accommodate both views.新政策充分灵活地适用两种观点。
50 chatter BUfyN     
vi./n.喋喋不休;短促尖叫;(牙齿)打战
参考例句:
  • Her continuous chatter vexes me.她的喋喋不休使我烦透了。
  • I've had enough of their continual chatter.我已厌烦了他们喋喋不休的闲谈。


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