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安徒生童话-第231部分

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。 Hesaw but half the world around him; the other half he carried withhim in his inward thoughts; and this is the condition in which he leftNuremberg。 Not till he caught sight of the lofty mountains did theworld appear more free to him; his thoughts were attracted to outerobjects; and tears came into his eyes。 The Alps appeared to him likethe wings of earth folded together; unfolded; they would display thevariegated pictures of dark woods; foaming waters; spreading clouds;and masses of snow。 〃At the last day;〃 thought he; 〃the earth willunfold its great wings; and soar upwards to the skies; there toburst like a soap…bubble in the radiant glance of the Deity。 Oh;〃sighed he; 〃that the last day were e!〃

Silently he wandered on through the country of the Alps; whichseemed to him like a fruit garden; covered with soft turf。 From thewooden balconies of the houses the young lacemakers nodded as hepassed。 The summits of the mountains glowed in the red evening sunset;and the green lakes beneath the dark trees reflected the glow。 Then hethought of the sea coast by the bay Kjoge; with a longing in his heartthat was; however; without pain。 There; where the Rhine rolls onwardlike a great billow; and dissolves itself into snowflakes; whereglistening clouds are ever changing as if here was the place oftheir creation; while the rainbow flutters about them like amany…colored ribbon; there did Knud think of the water…mill atKjoge; with its rushing; foaming waters。 Gladly would he have remainedin the quiet Rhenish town; but there were too many elders andwillow…trees。

So he travelled onwards; over a grand; lofty chain of mountains;over rugged;… rocky precipices; and along roads that hung on themountain's side like a swallow's nest。 The waters foamed in the depthsbelow him。 The clouds lay beneath him。 He wandered on; treading uponAlpine roses; thistles; and snow; with the summer sun shining uponhim; till at length he bid farewell to the lands of the north。 Then hepassed on under the shade of blooming chestnut…trees; throughvineyards; and fields of Indian corn; till conscious that themountains were as a wall between him and his early recollections;and he wished it to be so。

Before him lay a large and splendid city; called Milan; and herehe found a German master who engaged him as a workman。 The masterand his wife; in whose workshop he was employed; were an old; piouscouple; and the two old people became quite fond of the quietjourneyman; who spoke but little; but worked more; and led a pious;Christian life; and even to himself it seemed as if God had removedthe heavy burden from his heart。 His greatest pleasure was to climb;now and then; to the roof of the noble church; which was built ofwhite marble。 The pointed towers; the decorated and open cloisters;the stately columns; the white statues which smiled upon him fromevery corner and porch and arch;… all; even the church itself;seemed to him to have been formed from the snow of his native land。Above him was the blue sky; below him; the city and the wide…spreadingplains of Lombardy; and towards the north; the lofty mountains;covered with perpetual snow。 And then he thought of the church ofKjoge; with its red; ivy…clad walls; but he had no longing to gothere; here; beyond the mountains; he would die and be buried。

Three years had passed away since he left his home; one year ofthat time he had dwelt at Milan。

One day his master took him into the town; not to the circus inwhich riders performed; but to the opera; a large building; itself asight well worth seeing。 The seven tiers of boxes; which reachedfrom the ground to a dizzy height; near the ceiling; were hung withrich; silken curtains; and in them were seated elegantly…dressedladies; with bouquets of flowers in their hands。 The gentlemen werealso in full dress; and many of them wore decorations of gold andsilver。 The place was so brilliantly lighted that it seemed likesunshine; and glorious music rolled through the building。 Everythinglooked more beautiful than in the theatre at Copenhagen; but thenJoanna had been there; and… could it be? Yes… it was like magic;…she was here also: for; when the curtain rose; there stood Joanna;dressed in silk and gold; and with a golden crown upon her head。 Shesang; he thought; as only an angel could sing; and then she steppedforward to the front and smiled; as only Joanna could smile; andlooked directly at Knud。 Poor Knud! he seized his master's hand; andcried out loud; 〃Joanna;〃 but no one heard him; excepting hismaster; for the music sounded above everything。

〃Yes; yes; it is Joanna;〃 said his master; and he drew forth aprinted bill; and pointed to her name; which was there in full。 Thenit was not a dream。 All the audience applauded her; and threwwreaths of flowers at her; and every time she went away they calledfor her again; so that she was always ing and going。 In thestreet the people crowded round her carriage; and drew it awaythemselves without the horses。 Knud was in the foremost row; andshouted as joyously as the rest; and when the carriage stoppedbefore a brilliantly lighted house; Knud placed himself close to thedoor of her carriage。 It flew open; and she stepped out; the lightfell upon her dear face; and he could see that she smiled as shethanked them; and appeared quite overe。 Knud looked straight in herface; and she looked at him; but she did not recognize him。 A man;with a glittering star on his breast; gave her his arm; and peoplesaid the two were engaged to be married。 Then Knud went home andpacked up his knapsack; he felt he must return to the home of hischildhood; to the elder…tree and the willow。 〃Ah; under thatwillow…tree!〃 A man may live a whole life in one single hour。

The old couple begged him to remain; but words were useless。 Invain they reminded him that winter was ing; and that the snow hadalready fallen on the mountains。 He said he could easily follow thetrack of the closely…moving carriages; for which a path must be keptclear; and with nothing but his knapsack on his back; and leaning onhis stick; he could step along briskly。 So he turned his steps tothe mountains; ascended one side and descended the other; stillgoing northward till his strength began to fail; and not a house orvillage could be seen。 The stars shone in the sky above him; anddown in the valley lights glittered like stars; as if another sky werebeneath him; but his head was dizzy and his feet stumbled; and he feltill。 The lights in the valley grew brighter and brighter; and morenumerous; and he could see them moving to and fro; and then heunderstood that there must be a village in the distance; so he exertedhis failing strength to reach it; and at length obtained shelter ina humble lodging。 He remained there that night and the whole of thefollowing day; for his body required rest and refreshment; and inthe valley there was rain and a thaw。 But early in the morning ofthe third day; a man came with an organ and played one of the melodiesof home; and after that Knud could remain there no longer; so hestarted again on his journey toward the north。 He travelled for manydays with hasty steps; as if he were trying to reach home before allwhom he remembered should die; but he spoke to no one of this longing。No one would have believed or understood this sorrow of his heart; thedeepest that can be felt by human nature。 Such grief is not for theworld; it is not entertaining even to friends; and poor Knud had nofriends; he was a stranger; wandering through strange lands to hishome in the north。

He was walking one evening through the public roads; the countryaround him was flatter; with fields and meadows; the air had afrosty feeling。 A willow…tree grew by the roadside; everythingreminded him of home。 He felt very tired; so he sat down under thetree; and very soon began to nod; then his eyes closed in sleep。 Yetstill he seemed conscious that the willow…tree was stretching itsbranches over him; in his dreaming state the tree appeared like astrong; old man… the 〃willow…father〃 himself; who had taken histired son up in his arms to carry him back to the land of home; to thegarden of his childhood; on the bleak open shores of Kjoge。 And thenhe dreamed that it was really the willow…tree itself from Kjoge; whichhad travelled
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