安徒生童话：The Wild Swans 野天鹅

far away in the land to which the swallows fly when it is winter, dwelt a king who had eleven sons, and one daughter, named eliza. the eleven brothers were princes, and each went to school with a star on his breast, and a sword by his side. they wrote with diamond pencils on gold slates, and learnt their lessons so quickly and read so easily that every one might know they were princes. their sister eliza sat on a little stool of plate-glass, and had a book full of pictures, which had cost as much as half a kingdom. oh, these children were indeed happy, but it was not to remain so always. their father, who was king of the country, married a very wicked queen, who did not love the poor children at all. they knew this from the very first day after the wedding. in the palace there were great festivities, and the children played at receiving company; but instead of having, as usual, all the cakes and apples that were left, she gave them some sand in a tea-cup, and told them to pretend it was cake. the week after, she sent little eliza into the country to a peasant and his wife, and then she told the king so many untrue things about the young princes, that he gave himself no more trouble respecting them.

“go out into the world and get your own living,” said the queen. “fly like great birds, who have no voice.” but she could not make them ugly as she wished, for they were turned into eleven beautiful wild swans. then, with a strange cry, they flew through the windows of the palace, over the park, to the forest beyond. it was early morning when they passed the peasant’s cottage, where their sister eliza lay asleep in her room. they hovered over the roof, twisted their long necks and flapped their wings, but no one heard them or saw them, so they were at last obliged to fly away, high up in the clouds; and over the wide world they flew till they came to a thick, dark wood, which stretched far away to the seashore. poor little eliza was alone in her room playing with a green leaf, for she had no other playthings, and she pierced a hole through the leaf, and looked through it at the sun, and it was as if she saw her brothers’ clear eyes, and when the warm sun shone on her cheeks, she thought of all the kisses they had given her. one day passed just like another; sometimes the winds rustled through the leaves of the rose-bush, and would whisper to the roses, “who can be more beautiful than you!” but the roses would shake their heads, and say, “eliza is.” and when the old woman sat at the cottage door on sunday, and read her hymn-book, the wind would flutter the leaves, and say to the book, “who can be more pious than you?” and then the hymn-book would answer “eliza.” and the roses and the hymn-book told the real truth. at fifteen she returned home, but when the queen saw how beautiful she was, she became full of spite and hatred towards her. willingly would she have turned her into a swan, like her brothers, but she did not dare to do so yet, because the king wished to see his daughter. early one morning the queen went into the bath-room; it was built of marble, and had soft cushions, trimmed with the most beautiful tapestry. she took three toads with her, and kissed them, and said to one, “when eliza comes to the bath, seat yourself upon her head, that she may become as stupid as you are.” then she said to another, “place yourself on her forehead, that she may become as ugly as you are, and that her father may not know her.” “rest on her heart,” she whispered to the third, “then she will have evil inclinations, and suffer in consequence.” so she put the toads into the clear water, and they turned green immediately. she next called eliza, and helped her to undress and get into the bath. as eliza dipped her head under the water, one of the toads sat on her hair, a second on her forehead, and a third on her breast, but she did not seem to notice them, and when she rose out of the water, there were three red poppies floating upon it. had not the creatures been venomous or been kissed by the witch, they would have been changed into red roses. at all events they became flowers, because they had rested on eliza’s head, and on her heart. she was too good and too innocent for witchcraft to have any power over her. when the wicked queen saw this, she rubbed her face with walnut-juice, so that she was quite brown; then she tangled her beautiful hair and smeared it with disgusting ointment, till it was quite impossible to recognize the beautiful eliza.

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