The Child's Story讲给孩子的故事
(2015-10-29 16:19:08)
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Charles Dickens
Onceupon a time, a good many years ago, there was a traveller, and he set out upona journey. It was a magic journey, and was to seem very long when he began it,and very short when he got half way through.
He travelled along a rather dark path for some little time,without meeting anything, until at last he came to a beautiful child. So hesaid to the child, "What do you do here?" And the child said, "Iam always at play. Come and play with me!"
So, he played with that child, the whole day long, and theywere very merry. The sky was so blue, the sun was so bright, the water was sosparkling, the leaves were so green, the flowers were so lovely, and they heardsuch singing-birds and saw so many butterflies, that everything was beautiful.This was in fine weather. When it rained, they loved to watch the fallingdrops, and to smell the fresh scents. When it blew, it was delightful to listento the wind, and fancy what it said, as it came rushing from its home-- wherewas that, they wondered!--whistling and howling, driving the clouds before it,bending the trees, rumbling in the chimneys, shaking the house, and making thesea roar in fury. But, when it snowed, that was best of all; for, they likednothing so well as to look up at the white flakes falling fast and thick, likedown from the breasts of millions of white birds; and to see how smooth anddeep the drift was; and to listen to the hush upon the paths and roads.
They had plenty of the finest toys in the world, and themost astonishing picture-books: all about scimitars and slippers and turbans,and dwarfs and giants and genii and fairies, and blue- beards and bean-stalksand riches and caverns and forests and Valentines and Orsons: and all new andall true.
But, one day, of a sudden, the traveller lost the child. Hecalled to him over and over again, but got no answer. So, he went upon hisroad, and went on for a little while without meeting anything, until at last hecame to a handsome boy. So, he said to the boy, "What do you do here?"And the boy said, "I am always learning. Come and learn with me."
So he learned with that boy about Jupiter and Juno, and theGreeks and the Romans, and I don't know what, and learned more than I couldtell--or he either, for he soon forgot a great deal of it. But, they were notalways learning; they had the merriest games that ever were played. They rowedupon the river in summer, and skated on the ice in winter; they were activeafoot, and active on horseback; at cricket, and all games at ball; atprisoner's base, hare and hounds, follow my leader, and more sports than I canthink of; nobody could beat them. They had holidays too, and Twelfth cakes, andparties where they danced till midnight, and real Theatres where they sawpalaces of real gold and silver rise out of the real earth, and saw all thewonders of the world at once. As to friends, they had such dear friends and somany of them, that I want the time to reckon them up. They were all young, likethe handsome boy, and were never to be strange to one another all their livesthrough.
Still, one day, in the midst of all these pleasures, thetraveller lost the boy as he had lost the child, and, after calling to him invain, went on upon his journey. So he went on for a little while without seeinganything, until at last he came to a young man. So, he said to the young man,"What do you do here?" And the young man said, "I am always inlove. Come and love with me."
So, he went away with that young man, and presently theycame to one of the prettiest girls that ever was seen--just like Fanny in thecorner there--and she had eyes like Fanny, and hair like Fanny, and dimpleslike Fanny's, and she laughed and coloured just as Fanny does while I amtalking about her. So, the young man fell in love directly--just as Somebody Iwon't mention, the first time he came here, did with Fanny. Well! he was teasedsometimes--just as Somebody used to be by Fanny; and they quarrelledsometimes--just as Somebody and Fanny used to quarrel; and they made it up, andsat in the dark, and wrote letters every day, and never were happy asunder, andwere always looking out for one another and pretending not to, and were engagedat Christmas-time, and sat close to one another by the fire, and were going tobe married very soon--all exactly like Somebody I won't mention, and Fanny!
But, the traveller lost them one day, as he had lost therest of his friends, and, after calling to them to come back, which they neverdid, went on upon his journey. So, he went on for a little while without seeinganything, until at last he came to a middle-aged gentleman. So, he said to thegentleman, "What are you doing here?" And his answer was, "I amalways busy. Come and be busy with me!"
So, he began to be very busy with that gentleman, and theywent on through the wood together. The whole journey was through a wood, onlyit had been open and green at first, like a wood in spring; and now began to bethick and dark, like a wood in summer; some of the little trees that had comeout earliest, were even turning brown. The gentleman was not alone, but had alady of about the same age with him, who was his Wife; and they had children,who were with them too. So, they all went on together through the wood, cuttingdown the trees, and making a path through the branches and the fallen leaves,and carrying burdens, and working hard.
Sometimes, they came to a long green avenue that opened intodeeper woods. Then they would hear a very little, distant voice crying,"Father, father, I am another child! Stop for me!" And presently theywould see a very little figure, growing larger as it came along, running tojoin them. When it came up, they all crowded round it, and kissed and welcomedit; and then they all went on together.
Sometimes, they came to several avenues at once, and thenthey all stood still, and one of the children said, "Father, I am going tosea," and another said, "Father, I am going to India," andanother, "Father, I am going to seek my fortune where I can," andanother, "Father, I am going to Heaven!" So, with many tears atparting, they went, solitary, down those avenues, each child upon its way; andthe child who went to Heaven, rose into the golden air and vanished.
Whenever these partings happened, the traveller looked atthe gentleman, and saw him glance up at the sky above the trees, where the daywas beginning to decline, and the sunset to come on. He saw, too, that his hairwas turning grey. But, they never could rest long, for they had their journeyto perform, and it was necessary for them to be always busy.
At last, there had been so many partings that there were nochildren left, and only the traveller, the gentleman, and the lady, went upontheir way in company. And now the wood was yellow; and now brown; and theleaves, even of the forest trees, began to fall.
So, they came to an avenue that was darker than the rest,and were pressing forward on their journey without looking down it when thelady stopped.
"My husband," said the lady. "I amcalled."
They listened, and they heard a voice a long way down theavenue, say, "Mother, mother!"
It was the voice of the first child who had said, "Iam going to Heaven!" and the father said, "I pray not yet. The sunsetis very near. I pray not yet!"
这是第一个说“我要去天堂!”的孩子的声音, 父亲说:“我还没有祈祷呢。夕阳即将落下。我还没有祈祷呢!”
But, the voice cried, "Mother, mother!" withoutminding him, though his hair was now quite white, and tears were on his face.
Then, the mother, who was already drawn into the shade ofthe dark avenue and moving away with her arms still round his neck, kissed him,and said, "My dearest, I am summoned, and I go!" And she was gone.And the traveller and he were left alone together.
And they went on and on together, until they came to verynear the end of the wood: so near, that they could see the sunset shining redbefore them through the trees.
Yet, once more, while he broke his way among the branches,the traveller lost his friend. He called and called, but there was no reply,and when he passed out of the wood, and saw the peaceful sun going down upon awide purple prospect, he came to an old man sitting on a fallen tree. So, hesaid to the old man, "What do you do here?" And the old man said witha calm smile, "I am always remembering. Come and remember with me!"
So the traveller sat down by the side of that old man, faceto face with the serene sunset; and all his friends came softly back and stoodaround him. The beautiful child, the handsome boy, the young man in love, thefather, mother, and children: every one of them was there, and he had lostnothing. So, he loved them all, and was kind and forbearing with them all, andwas always pleased to watch them all, and they all honoured and loved him. AndI think the traveller must be yourself, dear Grandfather, because this what youdo to us, and what we do to you.