小学英语 安徒生童话系列（六）Little Claus and Big Claus小克劳斯和大克劳斯阅读素材.docx

littleclausandbigclaus小克劳斯和大克劳斯byhanschristianandersen（1835）inavillagethereoncelivedtwomenwhohadthesamename.theywerebothcalledclaus.oneofthemhadfourhorses，buttheotherhadonlyone；sotodistinguishthem，peoplecalledtheownerofthefourhorses， “greatclaus，”andhewhohadonlyone， “littleclaus.”nowweshallhearwhathappenedtothem，forthisisatruestory.throughthewholeweek，littleclauswasobligedtoploughforgreatclaus，andlendhimhisonehorse；andonceaweek，onasunday，greatclauslenthimallhisfourhorses.thenhowlittleclauswouldsmackhiswhipoverallfivehorses，theywereasgoodashisownonthatoneday.thesunshonebrightly，andthechurchbellswereringingmerrilyasthepeoplepassedby，dressedintheirbestclothes，withtheirprayer-booksundertheirarms.theyweregoingtoheartheclergymanpreach.theylookedatlittleclausploughingwithhisfivehorses，andhewassoproudthathesmackedhiswhip，andsaid， “gee-up，myfivehorses.”“youmustnotsaythat，”saidbigclaus； “foronlyoneofthembelongstoyou.”butlittleclaussoonforgotwhatheoughttosay，andwhenanyonepassedhewouldcallout， “gee-up，myfivehorses！”“nowimustbegyounottosaythatagain，”saidbigclaus； “forifyoudo，ishallhityourhorseonthehead，sothathewilldropdeadonthespot，andtherewillbeanendofhim.”“ipromiseyouiwillnotsayitanymore，”saidtheother；butassoonaspeoplecameby，noddingtohim，andwishinghim“goodday，”hebecamesopleased，andthoughthowgranditlookedtohavefivehorsesploughinginhisfield，thathecriedoutagain， “gee-up，allmyhorses！”“illgee-upyourhorsesforyou，”saidbigclaus；andseizingahammer，hestrucktheonehorseoflittleclausonthehead，andhefelldeadinstantly.“oh，nowihavenohorseatall，”saidlittleclaus，weeping.butafterawhilehetookoffthedeadhorsesskin，andhungthehidetodryinthewind.thenheputthedryskinintoabag，and，placingitoverhisshoulder，wentoutintothenexttowntosellthehorsesskin.hehadaverylongwaytogo，andhadtopassthroughadark，gloomyforest.presentlyastormarose，andhelosthisway，andbeforehediscoveredtherightpath，eveningcameon，anditwasstillalongwaytothetown，andtoofartoreturnhomebeforenight.neartheroadstoodalargefarmhouse.theshuttersoutsidethewindowswereclosed，butlightsshonethroughthecrevicesatthetop. “imightgetpermissiontostayhereforthenight，”thoughtlittleclaus；sohewentuptothedoorandknocked.thefarmerswifeopenedthedoor；butwhensheheardwhathewanted，shetoldhimtogoaway，asherhusbandwouldnotallowhertoadmitstrangers. “thenishallbeobligedtolieouthere，”saidlittleclaustohimself，asthefarmerswifeshutthedoorinhisface.neartothefarmhousestoodalargehaystack，andbetweenitandthehousewasasmallshed，withathatchedroof. “icanlieupthere，”saidlittleclaus，ashesawtheroof； “itwillmakeafamousbed，butihopethestorkwillnotflydownandbitemylegs；”foronitstoodalivingstork，whosenestwasintheroof.solittleclausclimbedtotheroofoftheshed，andwhileheturnedhimselftogetcomfortable，hediscoveredthatthewoodenshutters，whichwereclosed，didnotreachtothetopsofthewindowsofthefarmhouse，sothathecouldseeintoaroom，inwhichalargetablewaslaidoutwithwine，roastmeat，andasplendidfish.thefarmerswifeandthesextonweresittingatthetabletogether；andshefilledhisglass，andhelpedhimplenteouslytofish，whichappearedtobehisfavoritedish. “ificouldonlygetsome，too，”thoughtlittleclaus；andthen，ashestretchedhisnecktowardsthewindowhespiedalarge，beautifulpie，indeedtheyhadagloriousfeastbeforethem.atthismomentheheardsomeoneridingdowntheroad，towardsthefarmhouse.itwasthefarmerreturninghome.hewasagoodman，butstillhehadaverystrangeprejudice，hecouldnotbearthesightofasexton.ifoneappearedbeforehim，hewouldputhimselfinaterriblerage.inconsequenceofthisdislike，thesextonhadgonetovisitthefarmerswifeduringherhusbandsabsencefromhome，andthegoodwomanhadplacedbeforehimthebestshehadinthehousetoeat.whensheheardthefarmercomingshewasfrightened，andbeggedthesextontohidehimselfinalargeemptychestthatstoodintheroom.hedidso，forheknewherhusbandcouldnotendurethesightofasexton.thewomanthenquicklyputawaythewine，andhidalltherestofthenicethingsintheoven；forifherhusbandhadseenthemhewouldhaveaskedwhattheywerebroughtoutfor.“oh，dear，”sighedlittleclausfromthetopoftheshed，ashesawallthegoodthingsdisappear.“isanyoneupthere？”askedthefarmer，lookingupanddiscoveringlittleclaus. “whyareyoulyingupthere？comedown，andcomeintothehousewithme.”solittleclauscamedownandtoldthefarmerhowhehadlosthiswayandbeggedforanightslodging.“allright，”saidthefarmer； “butwemusthavesomethingtoeatfirst.”thewomanreceivedthembothverykindly，laidtheclothonalargetable，andplacedbeforethemadishofporridge.thefarmerwasveryhungry，andatehisporridgewithagoodappetite，butlittleclauscouldnothelpthinkingoftheniceroastmeat，fishandpies，whichheknewwereintheoven.underthetable，athisfeet，laythesackcontainingthehorsesskin，whichheintendedtosellatthenexttown.nowlittleclausdidnotrelishtheporridgeatall，sohetrodwithhisfootonthesackunderthetable，andthedryskinsqueakedquiteloud. “hush！”saidlittleclaustohissack，atthesametimetreadinguponitagain，tillitsqueakedlouderthanbefore.“hallo！whathaveyougotinyoursack！”askedthefarmer.“oh，itisaconjuror，”saidlittleclaus； “andhesaysweneednoteatporridge，forhehasconjuredtheovenfullofroastmeat，fish，andpie.”“wonderful！”criedthefarmer，startingupandopeningtheovendoor；andtherelayallthenicethingshiddenbythefarmerswife，butwhichhesupposedhadbeenconjuredtherebythewizardunderthetable.thewomandarednotsayanything；sosheplacedthethingsbeforethem，andtheybothateofthefish，themeat，andthepastry.thenlittleclaustrodagainuponhissack，anditsqueakedasbefore. “whatdoeshesaynow？”askedthefarmer.“hesays，”repliedlittleclaus， “thattherearethreebottlesofwineforus，standinginthecorner，bytheoven.”sothewomanwasobligedtobringoutthewinealso，whichshehadhidden，andthefarmerdrankittillhebecamequitemerry.hewouldhavelikedsuchaconjuroraslittleclauscarriedinhissack. “couldheconjureuptheevilone？”askedthefarmer. “ishouldliketoseehimnow，whileiamsomerry.”“oh，yes！”repliedlittleclaus， “myconjurorcandoanythingiaskhim，canyounot？”heasked，treadingatthesametimeonthesacktillitsqueaked. “doyouhear？heanswersyes，buthefearsthatweshallnotliketolookathim.”“oh，iamnotafraid.whatwillhebelike？”“well，heisverymuchlikeasexton.”“ha！”saidthefarmer， “thenhemustbeugly.doyouknowicannotendurethesightofasexton.however，thatdoesntmatter，ishallknowwhoitis；soishallnotmind.nowthen，ihavegotupmycourage，butdontlethimcometoonearme.”“stop，imustasktheconjuror，”saidlittleclaus；sohetrodonthebag，andstoopedhiseardowntolisten.“whatdoeshesay？”“hesaysthatyoumustgoandopenthatlargechestwhichstandsinthecorner，andyouwillseetheevilonecrouchingdowninside；butyoumustholdthelidfirmly，thathemaynotslipout.”“willyoucomeandhelpmeholdit？”saidthefarmer，goingtowardsthechestinwhichhiswifehadhiddenthesexton，whonowlayinside，verymuchfrightened.thefarmeropenedthelidaverylittleway，andpeepedin.“oh，”criedhe，springingbackwards， “isawhim，andheisexactlylikeoursexton.howdreadfulitis！”soafterthathewasobligedtodrinkagain，andtheysatanddranktillfarintothenight.“youmustsellyourconjurortome，”saidthefarmer； “askasmuchasyoulike，iwillpayit；indeediwouldgiveyoudirectlyawholebushelofgold.”“no，indeed，icannot，”saidlittleclaus； “onlythinkhowmuchprofiticouldmakeoutofthisconjuror.”“butishouldliketohavehim，”saidthefanner，stillcontinuinghisentreaties.“well，”saidlittleclausatlength， “youhavebeensogoodastogivemeanightslodging，iwillnotrefuseyou；youshallhavetheconjurorforabushelofmoney，butiwillhavequitefullmeasure.”“soyoushall，”saidthefarmer； “butyoumusttakeawaythechestaswell.iwouldnothaveitinthehouseanotherhour；thereisnoknowingifhemaynotbestillthere.”solittleclausgavethefarmerthesackcontainingthedriedhorsesskin，andreceivedinexchangeabushelofmoneyfullmeasure.thefarmeralsogavehimawheelbarrowonwhichtocarryawaythechestandthegold.“farewell，”saidlittleclaus，ashewentoffwithhismoneyandthegreatchest，inwhichthesextonlaystillconcealed.ononesideoftheforestwasabroad，deepriver，thewaterflowedsorapidlythatveryfewwereabletoswimagainstthestream.anewbridgehadlatelybeenbuiltacrossit，andinthemiddleofthisbridgelittleclausstopped，andsaid，loudenoughtobeheardbythesexton， “nowwhatshallidowiththisstupidchest；itisasheavyasifitwerefullofstones：ishallbetiredifirollitanyfarther，soimayaswellthrowitintheriver；ifitswimsaftermetomyhouse，wellandgood，andifnot，itwillnotmuchmatter.”soheseizedthechestinhishandandlifteditupalittle，asifheweregoingtothrowitintothewater.“no，leaveitalone，”criedthesextonfromwithinthechest； “letmeoutfirst.”“oh，”exclaimedlittleclaus，pretendingtobefrightened， “heisintherestill，ishe？imustthrowhimintotheriver，thathemaybedrowned.”“oh，no；oh，no，”criedthesexton； “iwillgiveyouawholebushelfullofmoneyifyouwillletmego.”“why，thatisanothermatter，”saidlittleclaus，openingthechest.thesextoncreptout，pushedtheemptychestintothewater，andwenttohishouse，thenhemeasuredoutawholebushelfullofgoldforlittleclaus，whohadalreadyreceivedonefromthefarmer，sothatnowhehadabarrowfull.“ihavebeenwellpaidformyhorse，”saidhetohimselfwhenhereachedhome，enteredhisownroom，andemptiedallhismoneyintoaheaponthefloor. “howvexedgreatclauswillbewhenhefindsouthowrichihavebecomeallthroughmyonehorse；butishallnottellhimexactlyhowitallhappened.”thenhesentaboytogreatclaustoborrowabushelmeasure.“whatcanhewantitfor？”thoughtgreatclaus；sohesmearedthebottomofthemeasurewithtar，thatsomeofwhateverwasputintoitmightstickthereandremain.andsoithappened；forwhenthemeasurereturned，threenewsilverflorinswerestickingtoit.“whatdoesthismean？”saidgreatclaus；soheranoffdirectlytolittleclaus，andasked， “wheredidyougetsomuchmoney？”“oh，formyhorsesskin，isoldityesterday.”“itwascertainlywellpaidforthen，”saidgreatclaus；andheranhometohishouse，seizedahatchet，andknockedallhisfourhorsesonthehead，flayedofftheirskins，andtookthemtothetowntosell. “skins，skins，whollbuyskins？”hecried，ashewentthroughthestreets.alltheshoemakersandtannerscamerunning，andaskedhowmuchhewantedforthem.“abushelofmoney，foreach，”repliedgreatclaus.“areyoumad？”theyallcried； “doyouthinkwehavemoneytospendbythebushel？”“skins，skins，”hecriedagain， “whollbuyskins？”buttoallwhoinquiredtheprice，hisanswerwas， “abushelofmoney.”“heismakingfoolsofus，”saidtheyall；thentheshoemakerstooktheirstraps，andthetannerstheirleatheraprons，andbegantobeatgreatclaus.“skins，skins！”theycried，mockinghim； “yes，wellmarkyourskinforyou，tillitisblackandblue.”“outofthetownwithhim，”saidthey.andgreatclauswasobligedtorunasfastashecould，hehadneverbeforebeensothoroughlybeaten.“ah，”saidhe，ashecametohishouse； “littleclausshallpaymeforthis；iwillbeathimtodeath.”meanwhiletheoldgrandmotheroflittleclausdied.shehadbeencross，unkind，andreallyspitefultohim；buthewasverysorry，andtookthedeadwomanandlaidherinhiswarmbedtoseeifhecouldbringhertolifeagain.therehedeterminedthatsheshouldliethewholenight，whileheseatedhimselfinachairinacorneroftheroomashehadoftendonebefore.duringthenight，ashesatthere，thedooropened，andincamegreatclauswithahatchet.heknewwellwherelittleclaussbedstood；sohewentrightuptoit，andstrucktheoldgrandmotheronthehead.thinkingitmustbelittleclaus.“there，”criedhe， “nowyoucannotmakeafoolofmeagain；”andthenhewenthome.“thatisaverywickedman，”thoughtlittleclaus； “hemeanttokillme.itisagoodthingformyoldgrandmotherthatshewasalreadydead，orhewouldhavetakenherlife.”thenhedressedhisoldgrandmotherinherbestclothes，borrowedahorseofhisneighbor，andharnessedittoacart.thenheplacedtheoldwomanonthebackseat，sothatshemightnotfalloutashedrove，androdeawaythroughthewood.bysunrisetheyreachedalargeinn，wherelittleclausstoppedandwenttogetsomethingtoeat.thelandlordwasarichman，andagoodmantoo；butaspassionateasifhehadbeenmadeofpepperandsnuff.“goodmorning，”saidhetolittleclaus； “youarecomebetimesto-day.”“yes，”saidlittleclaus； “iamgoingtothetownwithmyoldgrandmother；sheissittingatthebackofthewagon，buticannotbringherintotheroom.willyoutakeheraglassofmead？butyoumustspeakveryloud，forshecannothearwell.”“yes，certainlyiwill，”repliedthelandlord；and，pouringoutaglassofmead，hecarrieditouttothedeadgrandmother，whosatuprightinthecart. “hereisaglassofmeadfromyourgrandson，”saidthelandlord.thedeadwomandidnotansweraword，butsatquitestill. “doyounothear？”criedthelandlordasloudashecould； “hereisaglassofmeadfromyourgrandson.”againandagainhebawleditout，butasshedidnotstirheflewintoapassion，andthrewtheglassofmeadinherface；itstruckheronthenose，andshefellbackwardsoutofthecart，forshewasonlyseatedthere，nottiedin.“hallo！”criedlittleclaus，rushingoutofthedoor，andseizingholdofthelandlordbythethroat； “youhavekilledmygrandmother；see，hereisagreatholeinherforehead.”“oh，howunfortunate，”saidthelandlord，wringinghishands. “thisallcomesofmyfierytemper.dearlittleclaus，iwillgiveyouabushelofmoney；iwillburyyourgrandmotherasifsheweremyown；onlykeepsilent，orelsetheywillcutoffmyhead，andthatwouldbedisagreeable.”soithappenedthatlittleclausreceivedanotherbushelofmoney，andthelandlordburiedhisoldgrandmotherasifshehadbeenhisown.whenlittleclausreachedhomeagain，heimmediatelysentaboytogreatclaus，requestinghimtolendhimabushelmeasure. “howisthis？”thoughtgreatclaus； “didinotkillhim？imustgoandseeformyself.”sohewenttolittleclaus，andtookthebushelmeasurewithhim. “howdidyougetallthismoney？”askedgreatclaus，staringwithwideopeneyesathisneighborstreasures.“youkilledmygrandmotherinsteadofme，”saidlittleclaus； “soihavesoldherforabushelofmoney.”“thatisagoodpriceatallevents，”saidgreatclaus.sohewenthome，tookahatchet，andkilledhisoldgrandmotherwithoneblow.thenheplacedheronacart，anddroveintothetowntotheapothecary，andaskedhimifhewouldbuyadeadbody.“whoseisit，andwheredidyougetit？”askedtheapothecary.“itismygrandmother，”hereplied； “ikilledherwithablow，thatimightgetabushelofmoneyforher.”“heavenpreserveus！”criedtheapothecary， “youareoutofyourmind.dontsaysuchthings，oryouwillloseyourhead.”andthenhetalkedtohimseriouslyaboutthewickeddeedhehaddone，andtoldhimthatsuchawickedmanwouldsurelybepunished.greatclausgotsofrightenedthatherushedoutofthesurgery，jumpedintothecart，whippeduphishorses，anddrovehomequickly.theapothecaryandallthepeoplethoughthimmad，andlethimdrivewhereheliked.“youshallpayforthis，”saidgreatclaus，assoonashegotintothehighroad， “thatyoushall，littleclaus.”soassoonashereachedhomehetookthelargestsackhecouldfindandwentovertolittleclaus. “youhaveplayedmeanothertrick，”saidhe. “first，ikilledallmyhorses，andthenmyoldgrandmother，anditisallyourfault；butyoushallnotmakeafoolofmeanymore.”sohelaidholdoflittleclausroundthebody，andpushedhimintothesack，whichhetookonhisshoulders，saying， “nowimgoingtodrownyouintheriver.hehadalongwaytogobeforehereachedtheriver，andlittleclauswasnotaverylightweighttocarry.theroadledbythechurch，andastheypassedhecouldheartheorganplayingandthepeoplesingingbeautifully.greatclausputdownthesackclosetothechurch-door，andthoughthemightaswellgoinandhearapsalmbeforehewentanyfarther.littleclauscouldnotpossiblygetoutofthesack，andallthepeoplewereinchurch；soinhewent.“ohdear，ohdear，”sighedlittleclausinthesack，asheturnedandtwistedabout；bu