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the little elder-tree mother-第2章

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children and grandchildren came; for they knew very well that it was

the golden wedding…day; they had already wished them joy and happiness

in the morning; but the old people had forgotten it; although they

remembered things so well that had passed many; many years ago。 The

elder…tree smelt strongly; and the setting sun illuminated the faces

of the two old people; so that they looked quite rosy; the youngest of

the grandchildren danced round them; and cried merrily that there

would be a feast in the evening; for they were to have hot potatoes;

and the elder mother nodded in the tree and cried 'Hooray' with the

others。〃

    〃But that was no fairy tale;〃 said the little boy who had listened

to it。

    〃You will presently understand it;〃 said the old man who told

the story。 〃Let us ask little elder…tree mother about it。〃

    〃That was no fairy tale;〃 said the little elder…tree mother;

〃but now it comes! Real life furnishes us with subjects for the most

wonderful fairy tales; for otherwise my beautiful elder…bush could not

have grown forth out of the teapot。〃

    And then she took the little boy out of bed and placed him on

her bosom; the elder branches; full of blossoms; closed over them;

it was as if they sat in a thick leafy bower which flew with them

through the air; it was beautiful beyond all description。 The little

elder…tree mother had suddenly become a charming young girl; but her

dress was still of the same green material; covered with white

blossoms; as the elder…tree mother had worn; she had a real elder

blossom on her bosom; and a wreath of the same flowers was wound round

her curly golden hair; her eyes were so large and so blue that it

was wonderful to look at them。 She and the boy kissed each other;

and then they were of the same age and felt the same joys。 They walked

hand in hand out of the bower; and now stood at home in a beautiful

flower garden。 Near the green lawn the father's walking…stick was tied

to a post。 There was life in this stick for the little ones; for as

soon as they seated themselves upon it the polished knob turned into a

neighing horse's head; a long black mane was fluttering in the wind;

and four strong slender legs grew out。 The animal was fiery and

spirited; they galloped round the lawn。 〃Hooray! now we shall ride far

away; many miles!〃 said the boy; 〃we shall ride to the nobleman's

estate where we were last year。〃 And they rode round the lawn again;

and the little girl; who; as we know; was no other than the little

elder…tree mother; continually cried; 〃Now we are in the country! Do

you see the farmhouse there; with the large baking stove; which

projects like a gigantic egg out of the wall into the road? The

elder…tree spreads its branches over it; and the cock struts about and

scratches for the hens。 Look how proud he is! Now we are near the

church; it stands on a high hill; under the spreading oak trees; one

of them is half dead! Now we are at the smithy; where the fire roars

and the half…naked men beat with their hammers so that the sparks

fly far and wide。 Let's be off to the beautiful farm!〃 And they passed

by everything the little girl; who was sitting behind on the stick;

described; and the boy saw it; and yet they only went round the

lawn。 Then they played in a side…walk; and marked out a little

garden on the ground; she took elder…blossoms out of her hair and

planted them; and they grew exactly like those the old people

planted when they were children; as we have heard before。 They

walked about hand in hand; just as the old couple had done when they

were little; but they did not go to the round tower nor to the

Fredericksburg garden。 No; the little girl seized the boy round the

waist; and then they flew far into the country。 It was spring and it

became summer; it was autumn and it became winter; and thousands of

pictures reflected themselves in the boy's eyes and heart; and the

little girl always sang again; 〃You will never forget that!〃 And

during their whole flight the elder…tree smelt so sweetly; he

noticed the roses and the fresh beeches; but the elder…tree smelt much

stronger; for the flowers were fixed on the little girl's bosom;

against which the boy often rested his head during the flight。

    〃It is beautiful here in spring;〃 said the little girl; and they

were again in the green beechwood; where the thyme breathed forth

sweet fragrance at their feet; and the pink anemones looked lovely

in the green moss。 〃Oh! that it were always spring in the fragrant

beechwood!〃

    〃Here it is splendid in summer!〃 she said; and they passed by

old castles of the age of chivalry。 The high walls and indented

battlements were reflected in the water of the ditches; on which swans

were swimming and peering into the old shady avenues。 The corn waved

in the field like a yellow sea。 Red and yellow flowers grew in the

ditches; wild hops and convolvuli in full bloom in the hedges。 In

the evening the moon rose; large and round; and the hayricks in the

meadows smelt sweetly。 〃One can never forget it!〃

    〃Here it is beautiful in autumn!〃 said the little girl; and the

atmosphere seemed twice as high and blue; while the wood shone with

crimson; green; and gold。 The hounds were running off; flocks of

wild fowl flew screaming over the barrows; while the bramble bushes

twined round the old stones。 The dark…blue sea was covered with

white…sailed ships; and in the barns sat old women; girls; and

children picking hops into a large tub; the young ones sang songs; and

the old people told fairy tales about goblins and sorcerers。 It

could not be more pleasant anywhere。

    〃Here it's agreeable in winter!〃 said the little girl; and all the

trees were covered with hoar…frost; so that they looked like white

coral。 The snow creaked under one's feet; as if one had new boots

on。 One shooting star after another traversed the sky。 In the room the

Christmas tree was lit; and there were song and merriment。 In the

peasant's cottage the violin sounded; and games were played for

apple quarters; even the poorest child said; 〃It is beautiful in

winter!〃

    And indeed it was beautiful! And the little girl showed everything

to the boy; and the elder…tree continued to breathe forth sweet

perfume; while the red flag with the white cross was streaming in

the wind; it was the flag under which the old sailor had served。 The

boy became a youth; he was to go out into the wide world; far away

to the countries where the coffee grows。 But at parting the little

girl took an elder…blossom from her breast and gave it to him as a

keepsake。 He placed it in his prayer…book; and when he opened it in

distant lands it was always at the place where the flower of

remembrance was lying; and the more he looked at it the fresher it

became; so that he could almost smell the fragrance of the woods at

home。 He distinctly saw the little girl; with her bright blue eyes;

peeping out from behind the petals; and heard her whispering; 〃Here it

is beautiful in spring; in summer; in autumn; and in winter;〃 and

hundreds of pictures passed through his 
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