安徒生童话故事第：伤心事A Great Grief

安徒生童话故事第63篇：伤心事A Great Grief

　　引导语：人的一生有很多的伤心事，经历过了，我们的人生才会更加的丰富，那么我们一起来学习下文的安徒生童话故事《伤心事》，欢迎大家阅读!

　　我们现在所讲的这个故事实际上分做两部分：头一部分可以删掉，但是它可以告诉我们一点初步的情节——这是很有用的。

　　我们是住在乡下的一个邸宅里。恰巧是主人要出去一天。在这同时，有一位太太从邻近的小镇里到来了。她带着一只哈巴狗;据她说，她来的目的是为了要处理她在制革厂的几份股子。她把所有的文件都带来了：我们都忠告她，叫她把这些文件放在一个封套里，在上面写出业主的地址：“作战兵站总监，爵士”等等。

　　她听我们讲，同时拿起笔，沉思了一会儿，于是就要求我们把这意见又慢慢地念一次。我们同意，于是她就写起来。当她写到“作战……总监……”的时候，她把笔停住了，叹了一口气说：“不过我只是一个女人!”

　　当她在写的时候，她把那只哈巴狗放在地上。它狺狺地叫起来。她是为了它的兴趣和健康才把它带来的，因此人们不应该把它放在地上。它外表的特点是一个朝天的鼻子和一个肥胖的背。

　　“它并不咬人!”太太说。“它没有牙齿。它是像家里的一个成员，忠心而脾气很坏。不过这是因为我的孙子常常开它的玩笑的缘故：他们做结婚的游戏，要它扮做新娘。可怜的小老头儿，这使它太吃不消了!”

　　她把她的文件交出去了，于是她便把她的哈巴狗抱在怀里。这就是故事的头一部分，可以删去。“哈巴狗死掉了!”这是故事的第二部分。

　　这是一个星期以后的事情：我们来到城里，在一个客栈里安住下来。

　　我们的窗子面对着制革厂的院子。院子用木栏栅隔做两部。一部里面挂着许多皮革——生皮和制好了的皮。这儿一切制革的必需器具都有，而且是属于这个寡妇的，哈巴狗在早晨死去了，被埋葬在这个院子里。寡妇的孙子们(也就是制革厂老板的未亡人的孙子们，因为哈巴狗从来没有结过婚)掩好了这座坟。它是一座很美的坟——躺在它里面一定是很愉快的。

　　坟的四周镶了一些花盆的碎片，上面还撒了一些沙子。坟顶上还插了半个啤酒瓶，瓶颈朝上——这并没有什么象征的意义。

　　孩子们在坟的周围跳舞。他们中间最大的一个孩子——一个很实际的、七岁的小孩子——提议开一个哈巴狗坟墓展览会，让街上所有的人都来看。门票价是一个裤子扣，因为这是每个男孩子都有的东西，而且还可以有多余的来替女孩子买门票。这个提议得到全体一致通过。

　　街上所有的孩子——甚至后街上的孩子——都拥到这地方来，献出他们的扣子。这天下午人们可以看到许多孩子只有一根背带吊着他们的裤子，但是他们却看到了哈巴狗的坟墓，而这也值得出那么多的代价一看。

　　不过在制革厂的外面，紧靠着入口的地方，站着一个衣服褴褛的女孩子。她很可爱，她的鬈发很美丽，她的眼睛又蓝又亮，使人看到感觉愉快。她一句话也不说，但是她也不哭。每次那个门一打开的时候，她就朝里面怅然地望很久。她没有一个扣子——这点她知道得清清楚楚，因此她就悲哀地呆在外面，一直等到别的孩子们都参观了坟墓、离去了为止。然后她就坐下来，把她那双棕色的小手蒙住自己的眼睛，大哭一场;只有她一个人没有看过哈巴狗的坟墓。就她说来，这是一件伤心事，跟成年人常常所感到的伤心事差不多。

　　我们在上面看到这情景，而且是高高地在上面观看。这件伤心事，像我们自己和许多别人的伤心事一样，使得我们微笑!这就是整个的故事。任何人如果不了解它，可以到这个寡妇的制革厂去买一份股子。

　　伤心事英文版：

　　A Great Grief

　　THIS story really consists of two parts. The first part might be left out, but it gives us a few particulars, and these are useful.

　　We were staying in the country at a gentleman’s seat, where it happened that the master was absent for a few days. In the meantime, there arrived from the next town a lady; she had a pug dog with her, and came, she said, to dispose of shares in her tan-yard. She had her papers with her, and we advised her to put them in an envelope, and to write thereon the address of the proprietor of the estate, “General War-Commissary Knight,” &c.

　　She listened to us attentively, seized the pen, paused, and begged us to repeat the direction slowly. We complied, and she wrote; but in the midst of the “General War-” she struck fast, sighed deeply, and said, “I am only a woman!” Her Puggie had seated itself on the ground while she wrote, and growled; for the dog had come with her for amusement and for the sake of its health; and then the bare floor ought not to be offered to a visitor. His outward appearance was characterized by a snub nose and a very fat back.

　　“He doesn’t bite,” said the lady; “he has no teeth. He is like one of the family, faithful and grumpy; but the latter is my grandchildren’s fault, for they have teased him; they play at wedding, and want to give him the part of the bridesmaid, and that’s too much for him, poor old fellow.”

　　And she delivered her papers, and took Puggie upon her arm. And this is the first part of the story which might have been left out.

　　PUGGIE DIED!! That’s the second part.

　　It was about a week afterwards we arrived in the town, and put up at the inn. Our windows looked into the tan-yard, which was divided into two parts by a partition of planks; in one half were many skins and hides, raw and tanned. Here was all the apparatus necessary to carry on a tannery, and it belonged to the widow. Puggie had died in the morning, and was to be buried in this part of the yard; the grandchildren of the widow (that is, of the tanner’s widow, for Puggie had never been married) filled up the grave, and it was a beautiful grave—it must have been quite pleasant to lie there.

　　The grave was bordered with pieces of flower-pots and strewn over with sand; quite at the top they had stuck up half a beer bottle, with the neck upwards, and that was not at all allegorical.

　　The children danced round the grave, and the eldest of the boys among them, a practical youngster of seven years, made the proposition that there should be an exhibition of Puggie’s burial-place for all who lived in the lane; the price of admission was to be a trouser button, for every boy would be sure to have one, and each might also give one for a little girl. This proposal was adopted by acclamation.

　　And all the children out of the lane—yes, even out of the little lane at the back—flocked to the place, and each gave a button. Many were noticed to go about on that afternoon with only one suspender; but then they had seen Puggie’s grave, and the sight was worth much more.

　　But in front of the tan-yard, close to the entrance, stood a little girl clothed in rags, very pretty to look at, with curly hair, and eyes so blue and clear that it was a pleasure to look into them. The child said not a word, nor did she cry; but each time the little door was opened she gave a long, long look into the yard. She had not a button—that she knew right well, and therefore she remained standing sorrowfully outside, till all the others had seen the grave and had gone away; then she sat down, held her little brown hands before her eyes, and burst into tears; this girl alone had not seen Puggie’s grave. It was a grief as great to her as any grown person can experience.

　　We saw this from above; and looked at from above, how many a grief of our own and of others can make us smile! That is the story, and whoever does not understand it may go and purchase a share in the tan-yard from the window.