安徒生童话：The Dumb Book 一本不说话的书
in the high-road which led through a wood stood a solitary farm-house; the road, in fact, ran right through its yard. the sun was shining and all the windows were open; within the house people were very busy. in the yard, in an arbour formed by lilac bushes in full bloom, stood an open coffin; thither they had carried a dead man, who was to be buried that very afternoon. nobody shed a tear over him; his face was covered over with a white cloth, under his head they had placed a large thick book, the leaves of which consisted of folded sheets of blotting-paper, and withered flowers lay between them; it was the herbarium which he had gathered in various places and was to be buried with him, according to his own wish. every one of the flowers in it was connected with some chapter of his life.
“who is the dead man?” we asked.
“the old student,” was the reply. “they say that he was once an energetic young man, that he studied the dead languages, and sang and even composed many songs; then something had happened to him, and in consequence of this he gave himself up to drink, body and mind. when at last he had ruined his health, they brought him into the country, where someone paid for his board and residence. he was gentle as a child as long as the sullen mood did not come over him; but when it came he was fierce, became as strong as a giant, and ran about in the wood like a chased deer. but when we succeeded in bringing him home, and prevailed upon him to open the book with the dried-up plants in it, he would sometimes sit for a whole day looking at this or that plant, while frequently the tears rolled over his cheeks. god knows what was in his mind; but he requested us to put the book into his coffin, and now he lies there. in a little while the lid will be placed upon the coffin, and he will have sweet rest in the grave!”
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