安徒生童话 Lesson9:THE BELL

THE BELL

　　People said "The Evening Bell is sounding, the sun is setting." For a strangewondrous tone was heard in the narrow streets of a large town. It was like thesound of a church-bell: but it was only heard for a moment, for the rolling ofthe carriages and the voices of the multitude made too great a noise.

Those persons who were walking outside the town, where the houses were fartherapart, with gardens or little fields between them, could see the evening skystill better, and heard the sound of the bell much more distinctly. It was asif the tones came from a church in the still forest; people lookedthitherward, and felt their minds attuned 3 most solemnly.

A long time passed, and people said to each other--"I wonder if there is achurch out in the wood? The bell has a tone that is wondrous 1 sweet; let usstroll thither 2, and examine the matter nearer." And the rich people drove out,and the poor walked, but the way seemed strangely long to them; and when theycame to a clump 4 of willows 5 which grew on the skirts of the forest, they satdown, and looked up at the long branches, and fancied they were now in thedepth of the green wood. The confectioner of the town came out, and set up hisbooth there; and soon after came another confectioner, who hung a bell overhis stand, as a sign or ornament 6, but it had no clapper, and it was tarredover to preserve it from the rain. When all the people returned home, theysaid it had been very romantic, and that it was quite a different sort ofthing to a pic-nic or tea-party. There were three persons who asserted theyhad penetrated 8 to the end of the forest, and that they had always heard thewonderful sounds of the bell, but it had seemed to them as if it had come fromthe town. One wrote a whole poem about it, and said the bell sounded like thevoice of a mother to a good dear child, and that no melody was sweeter thanthe tones of the bell. The king of the country was also observant of it, andvowed that he who could discover whence the sounds proceeded, should have thetitle of "Universal Bell-ringer," even if it were not really a bell.

Many persons now went to the wood, for the sake of getting the place, but oneonly returned with a sort of explanation; for nobody went far enough, that onenot further than the others. However, he said that the sound proceeded from avery large owl 9, in a hollow tree; a sort of learned owl, that continuallyknocked its head against the branches. But whether the sound came fromhis head or from the hollow tree, that no one could say with certainty. So nowhe got the place of "Universal Bell-ringer," and wrote yearly a short treatise"On the Owl"; but everybody was just as wise as before.

It was the day of confirmation 10. The clergyman had spoken so touchingly 11, thechildren who were confirmed had been greatly moved; it was an eventful day forthem; from children they become all at once grown-up-persons; it was as iftheir infant souls were now to fly all at once into persons with moreunderstanding. The sun was shining gloriously; the children that had beenconfirmed went out of the town; and from the wood was borne towards them thesounds of the unknown bell with wonderful distinctness. They all immediatelyfelt a wish to go thither; all except three. One of them had to go home to tryon a ball-dress; for it was just the dress and the ball which had caused herto be confirmed this time, for otherwise she would not have come; the otherwas a poor boy, who had borrowed his coat and boots to be confirmed in fromthe innkeeper's son, and he was to give them back by a certain hour; the thirdsaid that he never went to a strange place if his parents were not withhim--that he had always been a good boy hitherto, and would still be so nowthat he was confirmed, and that one ought not to laugh at him for it: theothers, however, did make fun of him, after all.

There were three, therefore, that did not go; the others hastened on. The sunshone, the birds sang, and the children sang too, and each held the other bythe hand; for as yet they had none of them any high office, and were all ofequal rank in the eye of God.

But two of the youngest soon grew tired, and both returned to town; two littlegirls sat down, and twined garlands, so they did not go either; and when theothers reached the willow-tree, where the confectioner was, they said, "Now weare there! In reality the bell does not exist; it is only a fancy that peoplehave taken into their heads!"At the same moment the bell sounded deep in the wood, so clear and solemnlythat five or six determined 13 to penetrate 7 somewhat further. It was so thick,and the foliage 14 so dense 15, that it was quite fatiguing 16 to proceed. Woodroof andanemonies grew almost too high; blooming convolvuluses and blackberry-busheshung in long garlands from tree to tree, where the nightingale sang and thesunbeams were playing: it was very beautiful, but it was no place for girls togo; their clothes would get so torn. Large blocks of stone lay there,overgrown with moss 17 of every color; the fresh spring bubbled forth 12, and made astrange gurgling sound.

"That surely cannot be the bell," said one of the children, lying down andlistening. "This must be looked to." So he remained, and let the others go onwithout him.

They afterwards came to a little house, made of branches and the bark oftrees; a large wild apple-tree bent 18 over it, as if it would shower down allits blessings 19 on the roof, where roses were blooming. The long stems twinedround the gable, on which there hung a small bell.

Was it that which people had heard? Yes, everybody was unanimous on thesubject, except one, who said that the bell was too small and too fine to beheard at so great a distance, and besides it was very different tones to thosethat could move a human heart in such a manner. It was a king's son who spoke;whereon the others said, "Such people always want to be wiser than everybodyelse."They now let him go on alone; and as he went, his breast was filled more andmore with the forest solitude 20; but he still heard the little bell with whichthe others were so satisfied, and now and then, when the wind blew, he couldalso hear the people singing who were sitting at tea where the confectionerhad his tent; but the deep sound of the bell rose louder; it was almost as ifan organ were accompanying it, and the tones came from the left hand, the sidewhere the heart is placed. A rustling 21 was heard in the bushes, and a littleboy stood before the King's Son, a boy in wooden shoes, and with so short ajacket that one could see what long wrists he had. Both knew each other: theboy was that one among the children who could not come because he had to gohome and return his jacket and boots to the innkeeper's son. This he had done,and was now going on in wooden shoes and in his humble 22 dress, for the bellsounded with so deep a tone, and with such strange power, that proceed hemust.

"Why, then, we can go together," said the King's Son. But the poor child thathad been confirmed was quite ashamed; he looked at his wooden shoes, pulled atthe short sleeves of his jacket, and said that he was afraid he could not walkso fast; besides, he thought that the bell must be looked for to the right;for that was the place where all sorts of beautiful things were to be found.

"But there we shall not meet," said the King's Son, nodding at the same timeto the poor boy, who went into the darkest, thickest part of the wood, wherethorns tore his humble dress, and scratched his face and hands and feet tillthey bled. The King's Son got some scratches too; but the sun shone on hispath, and it is him that we will follow, for he was an excellent and resoluteyouth.

"I must and will find the bell," said he, "even if I am obliged to go to theend of the world."The ugly apes sat upon the trees, and grinned. "Shall we thrash him?" saidthey. "Shall we thrash him? He is the son of a king!"But on he went, without being disheartened, deeper and deeper into the wood,where the most wonderful flowers were growing. There stood white lilies withblood-red stamina 23, skyblue tulips, which shone as they waved in the winds, andapple-trees, the apples of which looked exactly like large soapbubbles: soonly think how the trees must have sparkled in the sunshine! Around the nicestgreen meads, where the deer were playing in the grass, grew magnificent oaksand beeches 24; and if the bark of one of the trees was cracked, there grass andlong creeping plants grew in the crevices 25. And there were large calm lakesthere too, in which white swans were swimming, and beat the air with theirwings. The King's Son often stood still and listened. He thought the bellsounded from the depths of these still lakes; but then he remarked again thatthe tone proceeded not from there, but farther off, from out the depths of theforest.

The sun now set: the atmosphere glowed like fire. It was still in the woods,so very still; and he fell on his knees, sung his evening hymn 26, and said: "Icannot find what I seek; the sun is going down, and night is coming--the dark,dark night. Yet perhaps I may be able once more to see the round red sunbefore he entirely 27 disappears. I will climb up yonder rock."And he seized hold of the creeping-plants, and the roots of trees--climbed upthe moist stones where the water-snakes were writhing 28 and the toads 29 werecroaking--and he gained the summit before the sun had quite gone down. Howmagnificent was the sight from this height! The sea--the great, the glorioussea, that dashed its long waves against the coast--was stretched out beforehim. And yonder, where sea and sky meet, stood the sun, like a large shiningaltar, all melted together in the most glowing colors. And the wood and thesea sang a song of rejoicing, and his heart sang with the rest: all nature wasa vast holy church, in which the trees and the buoyant clouds were thepillars, flowers and grass the velvet 30 carpeting, and heaven itself the largecupola. The red colors above faded away as the sun vanished, but a millionstars were lighted, a million lamps shone; and the King's Son spread out hisarms towards heaven, and wood, and sea; when at the same moment, coming by apath to the right, appeared, in his wooden shoes and jacket, the poor boy whohad been confirmed with him. He had followed his own path, and had reached thespot just as soon as the son of the king had done. They ran towards eachother, and stood together hand in hand in the vast church of nature and ofpoetry, while over them sounded the invisible holy bell: blessed spiritsfloated around them, and lifted up their voices in a rejoicing hallelujah!

钟声

黄昏的时候，太阳正在下沉，烟囱上飘着的云块泛出一片金黄的光彩；这时在一个大城市的小巷里，一忽儿这个人，一忽儿那个人全都听到类似教堂钟声的奇异声音。不过声音每次持续的时间非常短。因为街上隆隆的车声和嘈杂的人声总是把它打断了。

　　“暮钟响起来了！”人们说，“太阳落下去了！”

　　城外的房子彼此之间的距离比较远，而且都有花园和草坪；因此城外的人就可以看出天还是很亮的，所以也能更清楚地听到这个钟声。它似乎是从一个藏在静寂而清香的森林里的教堂里发出来的。大家朝这声音飘来的方向望，不禁起了一种庄严的感觉。

　　过了好长一段时间，人们开始互相传说：“我不知道，树林里会不会有一个教堂？钟声的调子是那么奇怪和美丽，我们不妨去仔细瞧一瞧。”

　　于是富人坐着车子去，穷人步行去；不过路似乎怎样也走不完。当他们来到森林外面的柳树林跟前的时候，就坐下来。

　　他们望着长长的柳树枝，以为真的已经走进森林里来了。城里卖糕饼的人也搬到这儿来，并且搭起了帐篷。接着又来了一个卖糖果的人，这人在自己的帐篷上挂起了一口钟；这口钟上还涂了一层防雨的沥青，不过它里面却没有钟舌。

　　大家回到家里来以后，都说这事情很新奇，比他们吃过一次茶还要新奇得多。有三个人说，他们把整个的树林都走完了，直走到树林的尽头；他们老是听到这个奇怪的钟声，不过那时它似乎是从城里飘来的。有一位甚至还编了一支歌，把钟声比成一个母亲对一个亲爱的好孩子唱的歌——什么音乐也没有这种钟声好听。

　　这个国家的皇帝也听到了这件事情。他下一道圣旨，说无论什么人，只要能找出钟声的发源地，就可以被封为“世界的敲钟人”——哪怕他所发现的不是钟也没有关系。

　　这么一来，许多人为了饭碗问题，就到树林里去寻找钟。不过在回来的人当中只有一个人能说出一点道理，谁也没有深入树林，这人当然也没有，可是他却说声音是住在一株空树里的大猫头鹰发出来的。这只猫头鹰的脑袋里装的全是智慧。它不停地把脑袋撞着树。不过这声音是从它的脑袋里发出来的呢，还是从空树干里发出来的呢，他可没有把握下个判断。他总算得到了“世界的敲钟人”这个职位，因此他每年写一篇关于猫头鹰的短论。不过大家并没有因为读了他的论文而变得比以前更聪明。

　　在举行坚信礼的那一天，牧师发表了一篇漂亮而动人的演说。受坚信礼的孩子们都受到了极大的感动，因为这是他们生命中极重要的一天。他们在这一天从孩子变成了成年人。他们稚气的灵魂也要变成更有理智的成年人的灵魂。当这些受了坚信礼的人走出城外的时候，处处照着灿烂的太阳光，树林里那个神秘的大钟发出非常洪亮的声音。他们想立刻就去找这个钟声；因此他们全都去了，只有三个人是例外。一个要回家去试试她的参加舞会的礼服，因为她这次来受坚信礼完全是为了这件礼服和舞会，否则她就决不会来的。第二个是一个穷苦的孩子。他受坚信礼穿的衣服和靴子是从主人的少爷那儿借来的；他必须在指定的时间内归还。第三个说，在他没有得到父母的同意以前，决不到一个陌生的地方去。他一直是一个听话的孩子，即使受了坚信礼，仍然是如此。人们不应该笑他！——但是人们却仍然笑他。

　　因此这三个人就不去了。别的人都连蹦带跳地走了。太阳在照耀着，鸟儿在唱着，这些刚刚受了坚信礼的人也在唱着。他们彼此手挽着手，因为他们还没得到什么不同的职位，而且在受坚信礼的这天大家在我们的上帝面前都是平等的。

　　不过他们之中有两个最小的孩子马上就感到腻烦了，所以他们两个人就回到城里去了。另外还有两个小女孩子坐下来扎花环，也不愿意去。当其余的孩子走到那个卖糕饼的人所在的柳树林里的时候，他们说：“好，我们算是到了。钟连影子都没有，这完全是一个幻想！”

　　正在这时候，一个柔和而庄严的钟声在树林的深处响起来；有四五个孩子决计再向树林里走去。树很密，叶子又多，要向前走真是不太容易。车叶草和秋牡丹长得非常高，盛开的旋花和黑莓像长花环似的从这棵树牵到那棵树。夜莺在这些树上唱歌，太阳光在这些树上嬉戏。啊，这地方真是美丽得很，不过这条路却不是女孩子可以走的，因为她们在这儿很容易撕破自己的衣服，这儿有长满各色青苔的石块，有潺潺流着的新鲜泉水，发出一种“骨碌，骨碌”的怪声音。

　　“这不会是那个钟吧？”孩子中有一个问。于是他就躺下来静静地听。“我倒要研究一下！”

　　他一个人留下来，让别的孩子向前走。

　　他们找到一座用树皮和树枝盖的房子。房子上有一棵结满了苹果的大树。看样子它好像是把所有的幸福都摇到这个开满玫瑰花的屋顶上似的。它的长枝子盘在房子的三角墙上，而这墙上正挂着一口小小的钟。难道大家听到的钟声就是从这里发出来的吗？是的，他们都有这种看法，只有一个人是例外。这人说，这口钟太小，太精致，决不会叫他们在很远的地方就听得见！此外，他们听到过的钟声跟这钟声完全不同，因为它能打动人的心。说这话的人是国王的儿子。因此别的人都说：“这种人总是想装得比别人聪明一点。”

　　这样，大家就让他一个人向前走。他越向前走，他的心里就越充满了一种森林中特有的静寂之感。不过他仍听见大家所欣赏的那阵小小的钟声。有时风把那个糕饼店里的声音吹来，于是他就听到大家在一面吃茶，一面唱歌。不过洪亮的钟声比这些声音还要大，好像有风琴在伴奏似的。这声音是从左边来的——从心所在的那一边来的。

　　有一个沙沙的响声从一个灌木丛中飘出来。王子面前出现了一个男孩子。这孩子穿着一双木鞋和一件非常短的上衣——短得连他的手肘也盖不住。他们彼此都认识，因为这个孩子也是在这天参加过坚信礼的。他没有能跟大家一起来，因为他得回去把衣服和靴子还给老板的少爷。他办完了这件事以后，就穿着木鞋和寒碜的上衣独自一人走来，因为钟声是那么洪亮和深沉，他非来不可。

　　“我们一块儿走吧！”王子说。

　　这个穿着木鞋的孩子感到非常尴尬。他把上衣的短袖子拉了一下，说他恐怕不能走得像王子那样快；此外，他认为钟声一定是从右边来的，因为右边的景象很庄严和美丽。

　　“这样一来，我们就碰不到头了！”王子说，对这穷苦的孩子点了点头。孩子向这树林最深最密的地方走去。荆棘把他寒碜的衣服钩破了，把他的脸、手和脚划得流出血来。王子身上也有好几处伤痕，不过他所走的路却充满了太阳光。我们现在就要注意他的行程，因为他是一个聪明的孩子。

　　“即使我走到世界的尽头，”他说，“我也要找到这口钟！”

　　难看的猢狲高高地坐在树上做怪脸，露出牙齿。“我们往他身上扔些东西吧！”它们说，“我们打他吧，因为他是一个国王的儿子！”

　　不过他不怕困难，他一步一步地向树林的深处走。那儿长着许多奇异的花：含有红蕊的、像星星一样的百合花，在微风中射出光彩的、天蓝色的郁金香，结着像大肥皂泡一样发亮的果实的苹果树。你想想看，这些树在太阳光中该是多么光彩夺目啊。

　　四周是一片非常美丽的绿草原。草上有公鹿和母鹿在嬉戏，而且还有茂盛的栎树和山毛榉。草和藤本植物从树缝里长出来。这一大片林木中还有静静的湖，湖里还有游泳着的白天鹅，它们在拍着翅膀。王子站着静静地听。他常常觉得钟声是从深沉的湖里飘上来的；不过他马上就注意到，钟声并不是从湖里来的，而是从森林的深处来的。

　　太阳现在下沉了，天空像火一样地发红，森林里是一片静寂。这时他就跪下来，唱了黄昏的赞美歌，于是他说：

　　“我将永远看不到我所追寻的东西！现在太阳已经下沉了，夜——漆黑的夜——已经到来了。也许在圆圆的红太阳没有消逝以前，我还能够看到它一眼吧。我要爬到崖石上去，因为它比最高的树还要高！”他攀着树根和藤蔓在潮湿的石壁上爬。壁上盘着水蛇，有些癞蛤蟆也似乎在对他狂叫。不过，在太阳没有落下去以前，他已经爬上去了。他在这块高处仍然可以看见太阳。啊，这是多么美丽的景象啊！海，他的眼前展开一片美丽的茫茫大海，汹涌的海涛向岸上袭来。太阳悬在海天相连的那条线上，像一座发光的大祭坛。一切融化成为一片鲜红的色彩。树林在唱着歌，大海在唱着歌，他的心也跟它们一起在唱着歌。整个大自然成了一个伟大的、神圣的教堂：树木和浮云就是它的圆柱，花朵和绿叶就是它的柔软的地毡，天空就是它的广阔的圆顶。正在这时候，那个穿着短袖上衣和木鞋的穷苦孩子从右边走来了。他是沿着他自己的道路，在同一个时候到来的。他们急忙走到一起，在这大自然和诗的教堂中紧紧地握着双手。那口看不见的、神圣的钟在他们的上空发出声音。幸福的精灵在教堂的周围跳舞，唱着欢乐的颂歌！

　　（１８４５年）

　　这是一篇具有象征性的童话，最初发表在《儿童月刊》１８４５年５月号上。“钟声”究竟代表什么，居然能吸引那么多人？王子和贫民都去追寻它。“那个穿着短袖上衣和木鞋的穷苦孩子从右边走来了，他是沿着自己的道路，在同一个时候到来的。他们急忙走到一起，在这大自然和诗的教堂中紧紧地握着双手。那口看不见的、神圣的钟在他们的上空发出声音。”这“声音”也许就是象征“文学创作”吧。它有同样感召王子和贫民的灵魂。安徒生在他的手记中说：“‘钟声’这个故事，实际上像我以后写的一些故事一样，完全是我自己的创造。它们像种子似的潜藏在我的思想中。只需一阵雨，一片阳光和一点土壤就可以开出花来。我越来越清楚地感觉到什么都可以通过童话表现出来。随着时间的推移，我更清楚地认识到了我的笔力，但同时也理解到了自己的局限。”这是安徒生的一段创作自白。