of Hans Christian Andersen (1805-1875)
E s winter, the air cold, the wind was sharp, but at home It was warm and comfortable; at home was the flower, they lay in the bulb under earth and snow.
E ines day rain fell. The drops penetrated through the snow cover in the earth, and touched the bulb, and talked of the bright world above. Soon the Sunbeam pierced its way through the snow until the onion down and stabbed her.
" H erein!" said the flower.
" D as I can," said the Sunbeam, "I am not strong enough to unlock the door. I get until the summer of force"
" W ann it's summer?" asked the flower, and she repeated so often down to her, a new ray of sunshine. But it was still far to the summer time. Nor was the snow and ice on the water - every night.
"W he long it takes! How long!" said the flower. "I feel a tingling and crawling, I have to stretch myself, I must stretch myself I have to catch up, I also have to nod in the summer a 'good morning. It will be a happy time!"
And the flower stretched and stretched within the thin shell, the water from outside softened, warmed, the snow and the earth and was stabbed in the Sunbeam. She shot under the snow with a greenish-white blossom on a green stalk, with narrow, thick leaves, which they wanted to protect it. The snow was cold, but the light shines through, to break this so easily, and here they met the Sunbeam with greater strength than before.
" W elcome, welcome!" sang and sounded every ray, and the flower rose up over the snow in the world of light. The Sunbeams caressed and kissed her until she opened up completely, dressed up as snow white with green stripes. She bent her head in joy and humility.
" L iebliche flower!" said the Sunbeams. "How fresh and delicate you are! You are the first, you're the only one, you are our love you bell that rings out the summer, the beautiful summer, over country and city! All the snow will melt, the cold wind is driven away, we are . enjoin Everything is green, and then you will have companions, lilac and laburnum, and roses;! but you're the first, as fine and shining "!
D as was a great joy. It was As a singer and sounded the air as the rays of light were in their leaves and stems. As they stood, so delicate and fragile and yet so strong in its young beauty. She stood in a white dress with green stripes, and the summer. But it was not long before the summer time, clouds hid the sun, hot winds were blowing.
" D u are a little bit to come early," said wind and weather. "We are still in power, and you shall feel you have dareinfinden up and you had to stay home and not have run to make state;... This is still not the time . "
E s was bitterly cold, the days that were now, have not yielded a single ray of sunshine, it was weather to freeze, especially for such a delicate little flower . But they had more strength in it than they knew themselves joy and faith in the summer they made strong, he was bound to happen;. it was announced by her deep longing and approved by the warm sunlight She was full of hope. in their white splendor, in the white snow, and bent her head down when the snowflakes fell, while the icy winds swept over them.
" D u break in two!" they said. "Fade, and fade! What do you want out here! Why do you let yourself be tempted! The Sunbeam only made up! Now you have what you deserve, you summer!"
" S ommernarr!" it echoed through the cold morning, for "O summer" is in Danish, the snowdrops. "O summer," cheered a few children who were come down into the garden. "There is a so lovely, so beautiful, the first, the only one!"
And the words did the Flower so well, it seemed to her like warm sunbeams. The flower felt in their Joy not even know it was broken. She lay in a child's hand, was kissed by a child's mouth and into the warm room, by gentle eyes, looks set to water, tonic, so invigorating. The Flower thought she would be with a suddenly come into the summer.
D ie daughter of the house, a beautiful little girl, was confirmed, and she had a dear little friend who had also been confirmed, and now he worked toward a fixed position. "It will be my summer!" she said. Then she took the delicate Flower and laid it in a piece of scented paper, on which verses were written, poems about the flower, with the "O summer" began with "O summer," concluded the whole thing was an affectionate banter. Now everything was put in the envelope, and the paper was in it, and it was dark around her, dark as it was when the was still in the bulb. The Flower went on tour, was in the mail bag, was pressed and crushed, which was not pleasant. But it came to an end.
D he trip was over, the letter was opened and read by the dear friend. He was so delighted that he kissed the flower, and then it was put together with the verses in a box, in which there were many beautiful verses, but all of them without flowers, it was the first, the only one as the sun rays they had called, and think about was nice.
S he had time enough to think about it, she thought as the summer passed, and passed the long winter, and when summer came again, she was taken out again. But now the young man was not pleased. He took the letter very roughly and threw the verses that the flower fell. Pressed flat and faded she certainly was, but that they would no longer have to be thrown on the ground, but, it was better than in the fire, where the verses and letters burnt to ashes. What had happened? - What happens so often. The flower had fooled him, it was a joke, the girl had mocked him, that was no joke, they had chosen another friend in the beautiful summer.
A n the morning the sun shone on the little flattened Snowdrop, that looked as if it had been painted on the floor. The girl who was sweeping out, picked it and put it in one of the books on the table because she thought he must have fallen out when she cleaned up and brought the room in order. And the paper was again between verses-printed verses-and they are much more refined than the written word. at least they cost more.
S o years went by. The book was on the shelf. Then it was taken up and read. It was a good be known book, verses and songs that are worth it, too. And the man who read the book, turned the tide. "Why, there's a flower," he said, "a summer gauk It probably has its meaning, that he has just been placed here. Lie Yes, as a sign in the Book, a small O summer!"
U nd so was put back into the snowdrop book and felt honored and pleased that it should stay in bed as a sign of importance in the book.
D as is the story of snowdrops, the summer of fools.
Drawing: Emma Vogt, Nuremberg (5 years)
0 comments:
Post a Comment