安徒生童話17THE NAUGHTY BOY頑皮的孩子

<p>[00:38.63]THE NAUGHTY BOY<br /> [00:43.11]<br /> [00:43.51]Along time ago, there lived an old poet, a thoroughly kind old poet. As he was<br /> [00:50.87]sitting one evening in his room, a dreadful storm arose without, and the rain<br /> [00:57.01]streamed down from heaven; but the old poet sat warm and comfortable in his<br /> [01:03.44]chimney-corner, where the fire blazed and the roasting apple hissed.<br /> [01:08.03]<br /> [01:08.26]"Those who have not a roof over their heads will be wetted to the skin," said<br /> [01:13.95]the good old poet.<br /> [01:15.55]<br /> [01:15.76]"Oh let me in! Let me in! I am cold, and I'm so wet!" exclaimed suddenly a<br /> [01:22.19]child that stood crying at the door and knocking for admittance, while the<br /> [01:27.36]rain poured down, and the wind made all the windows rattle.<br /> [01:31.15]<br /> [01:31.70]"Poor thing!" said the old poet, as he went to open the door. There stood a<br /> [01:37.34]little boy, quite naked, and the water ran down from his long golden hair; he<br /> [01:44.43]trembled with cold, and had he not come into a warm room he would most<br /> [01:50.06]certainly have perished in the frightful tempest.<br /> [01:53.03]<br /> [01:53.26]"Poor child!" said the old poet, as he took the boy by the hand. "Come in,<br /> [01:59.15]come in, and I will soon restore thee! Thou shalt have wine and roasted<br /> [02:05.94]apples, for thou art verily a charming child!" And the boy was so really. His<br /> [02:11.82]eyes were like two bright stars; and although the water trickled down his<br /> [02:17.70]hair, it waved in beautiful curls. He looked exactly like a little angel, but<br /> [02:23.90]he was so pale, and his whole body trembled with cold. He had a nice little<br /> [02:30.18]bow in his hand, but it was quite spoiled by the rain, and the tints of his<br /> [02:35.14]many-colored arrows ran one into the other.<br /> [02:39.11]<br /> [02:39.33]The old poet seated himself beside his hearth, and took the little fellow on<br /> [02:45.73]his lap; he squeezed the water out of his dripping hair, warmed his hands<br /> [02:50.58]between his own, and boiled for him some sweet wine. Then the boy recovered,<br /> [02:57.97]his cheeks again grew rosy, he jumped down from the lap where he was sitting,<br /> [03:03.70]and danced round the kind old poet.<br /> [03:07.44]<br /> [03:07.65]"You are a merry fellow," said the old man. "What's your name?"<br /> [03:13.30]<br /> [03:13.52]"My name is Cupid," answered the boy. "Don't you know me? There lies my bow;<br /> [03:21.39]it shoots well, I can assure you! Look, the weather is now clearing up, and<br /> [03:27.62]the moon is shining clear again through the window."<br /> [03:30.82]<br /> [03:31.01]"Why, your bow is quite spoiled," said the old poet.<br /> [03:36.22]<br /> [03:36.45]"That were sad indeed," said the boy, and he took the bow in his hand and<br /> [03:41.76]examined it on every side. "Oh, it is dry again, and is not hurt at all; the<br /> [03:48.85]string is quite tight. I will try it directly." And he bent his bow, took aim,<br /> [03:56.02]and shot an arrow at the old poet, right into his heart. "You see now that my<br /> [04:03.74]bow was not spoiled," said he laughing; and away he ran.<br /> [04:08.08]<br /> [04:08.32]The naughty boy, to shoot the old poet in that way; he who had taken him into<br /> [04:15.33]his warm room, who had treated him so kindly, and who had given him warm wine<br /> [04:20.86]and the very best apples!<br /> [04:23.30]<br /> [04:23.57]The poor poet lay on the earth and wept, for the arrow had really flown into<br /> [04:28.88]his heart.<br /> [04:30.32]<br /> [04:30.56]"Fie!" said he. "How naughty a boy Cupid is! I will tell all children about<br /> [04:37.73]him, that they may take care and not play with him, for he will only cause<br /> [04:42.69]them sorrow and many a heartache."<br /> [04:45.82]<br /> [04:46.06]And all good children to whom he related this story, took great heed of this<br /> [04:51.36]naughty Cupid; but he made fools of them still, for he is astonishingly<br /> [04:56.66]cunning. When the university students come from the lectures, he runs beside<br /> [05:02.69]them in a black coat, and with a book under his arm. It is quite impossible<br /> [05:08.21]for them to know him, and they walk along with him arm in arm, as if he, too,<br /> [05:13.46]were a student like themselves; and then, unperceived, he thrusts an arrow to<br /> [05:19.74]their bosom. When the young maidens come from being examined by the clergyman,<br /> [05:25.07]or go to church to be confirmed, there he is again close behind them. Yes, he<br /> [05:30.98]is forever following people. At the play, he sits in the great chandelier and<br /> [05:37.36]burns in bright flames, so that people think it is really a flame, but they<br /> [05:43.36]soon discover it is something else. He roves about in the garden of the palace<br /> [05:48.44]and upon the ramparts: yes, once he even shot your father and mother right in<br /> [05:54.38]the heart. Ask them only and you will hear what they'll tell you. Oh, he is a<br /> [05:59.61]naughty boy, that Cupid; you must never have anything to do with him. He is<br /> [06:05.83]forever running after everybody. Only think, he shot an arrow once at your old<br /> [06:12.02]grandmother! But that is a long time ago, and it is all past now; however, a<br /> [06:18.68]thing of that sort she never forgets. Fie, naughty Cupid! But now you know<br /> [06:26.04]him, and you know, too, how ill-behaved he is!<br /> [06:30.58]</p>

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