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theSnowManbyHansChristianAndersen（1861）Tissodelightfullycold，“saidtheSnowMan， ”thatitmakesmywholebodycrackle.Thisisjustthekindofwindtoblowlifeintoone.HowthatGREatredthingupthereisstaringatme！“Hemeantthesun，whowasjustsetting. ”Itshallnotmakemewink.Ishallmanagetokeepthepieces.“Hehadtwotriangularpiecesoftileinhishead，insteadofeyes；hismouthwasmadeofanoldbrokenrake，andwas，ofcourse，furnishedwithteeth.Hehadbeenbroughtintoexistenceamidstthejoyousshoutsofboys，thejinglingofsleigh-bells，andtheslashingofwhips.Thesunwentdown，andthefullmoonrose，large，round，andclear，shininginthedeepblue.“thereitcomesagain，fromtheotherside，”saidtheSnowMan，whosupposedthesunwasshowinghimselfoncemore. “Ah，Ihavecuredhimofstaring，though；nowhemayhangupthere，andshine，thatImayseemyself.IfIonlyknewhowtomanagetomoveawayfromthisplace，Ishouldsoliketomove.IfIcould，Iwouldslidealongyonderontheice，asIhaveseentheboysdo；butIdontunderstandhow；Idontevenknowhowtorun.”“Away，away，”barkedtheoldyard-dog.Hewasquitehoarse，andcouldnotpronounce“Bowwow”properly.Hehadoncebeenanindoordog，andlaybythefire，andhehadbeenhoarseeversince. “Thesunwillmakeyourunsomeday.Isawhim，lastwinter，makeyourpredecessorrun，andhispredecessorbeforehim.Away，away，theyallhavetogo.”“Idontunderstandyou，comrade，”saidtheSnowMan. “Isthatthingupyondertoteachmetorun？Isawitrunningitselfalittlewhileago，andnowithascomecreepingupfromtheotherside.”“Youknownothingatall，”repliedtheyard-dog； “butthen，youveonlylatelybeenpatchedup.Whatyouseeyonderisthemoon，andtheonebeforeitwasthesun.Itwillcomeagainto-morrow，andmostlikelyteachyoutorundownintotheditchbythewell；forIthinktheweatherisgoingtochange.Icanfeelsuchpricksandstabsinmyleftleg；Iamsurethereisgoingtobeachange.”“Idontunderstandhim，”saidtheSnowMantohimself； “butIhaveafeelingthatheistalkingofsomethingverydisaGREeable.Theonewhostaredsojustnow，andwhomhecallsthesun，isnotmyfriend；Icanfeelthattoo.”“Away，away，”barkedtheyard-dog，andthenheturnedroundthreetimes，andcreptintohiskenneltosleep.therewasreallyachangeintheweather.Towardsmorning，athickfogcoveredthewholecountryround，andakeenwindarose，sothatthecoldseemedtofreezeonesbones；butwhenthesunrose，thesightwassplendid.Treesandbusheswerecoveredwithhoarfrost，andlookedlikeaforestofwhitecoral；whileoneverytwigglitteredfrozendew-drops.Themanydelicateformsconcealedinsummerbyluxuriantfoliage，werenowclearlydefined，andlookedlikeglitteringlace-work.Fromeverytwigglistenedawhiteradiance.Thebirch，wavinginthewind，lookedfulloflife，liketreesinsummer；anditsappearancewaswondrouslybeautiful.Andwherethesunshone，howeverythingglitteredandsparkled，asifdiamonddusthadbeenstrewnabout；whilethesnowycarpetoftheearthappearedasifcoveredwithdiamonds，fromwhichcountlesslightsgleamed，whiterthaneventhesnowitself.“Thisisreallybeautiful，”saidayounggirl，whohadcomeintothegardenwithayoungman；andtheybothstoodstillneartheSnowMan，andcontemplatedtheglitteringscene. “Summercannotshowamorebeautifulsight，”sheexclaimed，whilehereyessparkled.“Andwecanthavesuchafellowasthisinthesummertime，”repliedtheyoungman，pointingtotheSnowMan； “heiscapital.”thegirllaughed，andnoddedattheSnowMan，andthentrippedawayoverthesnowwithherfriend.Thesnowcreakedandcrackledbeneathherfeet，asifshehadbeentreadingonstarch.“Whoarethesetwo？”askedtheSnowManoftheyard-dog. “YouhavebeenherelongerthanIhave；doyouknowthem？”“OfcourseIknowthem，”repliedtheyard-dog； “shehasstrokedmybackmanytimes，andhehasgivenmeaboneofmeat.Ineverbitethosetwo.”“Butwhatarethey？”askedtheSnowMan.“theyarelovers，”hereplied； “theywillgoandliveinthesamekennelby-and-by，andgnawatthesamebone.Away，away！”“AretheythesamekindofbeingsasyouandI？”askedtheSnowMan.“Well，theybelongtothesamemaster，”retortedtheyard-dog. “Certainlypeoplewhowereonlybornyesterdayknowverylittle.Icanseethatinyou.Ihaveageandexperience.Iknoweveryonehereinthehouse，andIknowtherewasonceatimewhenIdidnotlieouthereinthecold，fastenedtoachain.Away，away！”“thecoldisdelightful，”saidtheSnowMan； “butdotellmetellme；onlyyoumustnotclankyourchainso；foritjarsallthroughmewhenyoudothat.”“Away，away！”barkedtheyard-dog； “Illtellyou；theysaidIwasaprettylittlefellowonce；thenIusedtolieinavelvet-coveredchair，upatthemastershouse，andsitinthemistressslap.Theyusedtokissmynose，andwipemypawswithanembroideredhandkerchief，andIwascalledAmi，dearAmi，sweetAmi.ButafterawhileIGREwtoobigforthem，andtheysentmeawaytothehousekeepersroom；soIcametoliveonthelowerstory.Youcanlookintotheroomfromwhereyoustand，andseewhereIwasmasteronce；forIwasindeedmastertothehousekeeper.Itwascertainlyasmallerroomthanthoseupstairs；butIwasmorecomfortable；forIwasnotbeingcontinuallytakenholdofandpulledaboutbythechildrenasIhadbeen.Ireceivedquiteasgoodfood，orevenbetter.Ihadmyowncushion，andtherewasastoveitisthefinestthingintheworldatthisseasonoftheyear.Iusedtogounderthestove，andliedownquitebeneathit.Ah，Istilldreamofthatstove.Away，away！”“Doesastovelookbeautiful？”askedtheSnowMan， “isitatalllikeme？”“Itisjustthereverseofyou，”saidthedog； “itsasblackasacrow，andhasalongneckandabrassknob；iteatsfirewood，sothatfirespurtsoutofitsmouth.Weshouldkeepononeside，orunderit，tobecomfortable.Youcanseeitthroughthewindow，fromwhereyoustand.”thentheSnowManlooked，andsawabrightpolishedthingwithabrazenknob，andfiregleamingfromthelowerpartofit.TheSnowManfeltquiteastrangesensationcomeoverhim；itwasveryodd，heknewnotwhatitmeant，andhecouldnotaccountforit.Buttherearepeoplewhoarenotmenofsnow，whounderstandwhatitis. “Andwhydidyouleaveher？”askedtheSnowMan，foritseemedtohimthatthestovemustbeofthefemalesex. “Howcouldyougiveupsuchacomfortableplace？”“Iwasobliged，”repliedtheyard-dog. “Theyturnedmeoutofdoors，andchainedmeuphere.Ihadbittentheyoungestofmymasterssonsintheleg，becausehekickedawaytheboneIwasgnawing.Boneforbone，Ithought；buttheyweresoangry，andfromthattimeIhavebeenfastenedwithachain，andlostmybone.DontyouhearhowhoarseIam.Away，away！Icanttalkanymorelikeotherdogs.Away，away，thatistheendofitall.”ButtheSnowManwasnolongerlistening.Hewaslookingintothehousekeepersroomonthelowerstorey；wherethestovestoodonitsfourironlegs，lookingaboutthesamesizeastheSnowManhimself. “WhatastrangecracklingIfeelwithinme，”hesaid. “ShallIevergetinthere？Itisaninnocentwish，andinnocentwishesaresuretobefulfilled.Imustgointhereandleanagainsther，evenifIhavetobreakthewindow.”“Youmustnevergointhere，”saidtheyard-dog， “forifyouapproachthestove，youllmeltaway，away.”“Imightaswellgo，”saidtheSnowMan， “forIthinkIambreakingupasitis.”DuringthewholedaytheSnowManstoodlookinginthroughthewindow，andinthetwilighthourtheroombecamestillmoreinviting，forfromthestovecameagentleglow，notlikethesunorthemoon；no，onlythebrightlightwhichgleamsfromastovewhenithasbeenwellfed.Whenthedoorofthestovewasopened，theflamesdartedoutofitsmouth；thisiscustomarywithallstoves.ThelightoftheflamesfelldirectlyonthefaceandbreastoftheSnowManwitharuddygleam. “Icanendureitnolonger，”saidhe； “howbeautifulitlookswhenitstretchesoutitstongue？”thenightwaslong，butdidnotappearsototheSnowMan，whostoodthereenjoyinghisownreflections，andcracklingwiththecold.Inthemorning，thewindow-panesofthehousekeepersroomwerecoveredwithice.Theywerethemostbeautifulice-flowersanySnowMancoulddesire，buttheyconcealedthestove.Thesewindow-paneswouldnotthaw，andhecouldseenothingofthestove，whichhepicturedtohimself，asifithadbeenalovelyhumanbeing.Thesnowcrackledandthewindwhistledaroundhim；itwasjustthekindoffrostyweatheraSnowManmightthoroughlyenjoy.Buthedidnotenjoyit；how，indeed，couldheenjoyanythingwhenhewas“sto