THE SNOW QUEENFIRST STORY. Which Treats of a Mirror and of the SplintersNow then, let us begin. When we are at the end of the story, we shall knowmore than we know now: but to begin.Once upon a time there was a wicked sprite, indeed he was the most mischievousof all sprites. One day he was in a very good humor, for he had made a mirrorwith the power of causing all that was good and beautiful when it wasreflected therein, to look poor and mean; but that which was good-for-nothingand looked ugly was shown magnified and increased in ugliness. In this mirrorthe most beautiful landscapes looked like boiled spinach, and the best personswere turned into frights, or appeared to stand on their heads; their faceswere so distorted that they were not to be recognised; and if anyone had amole, you might be sure that it would be magnified and spread over both noseand mouth."That's glorious fun!" said the sprite. If a good thought passed through aman's mind, then a grin was seen in the mirror, and the sprite laughedheartily at his clever discovery. All the little sprites who went to hisschool--for he kept a sprite school--told each other that a miracle hadhappened; and that now only, as they thought, it would be possible to see howthe world really looked. They ran about with the mirror; and at last there wasnot a land or a person who was not represented distorted in the mirror. Sothen they thought they would fly up to the sky, and have a joke there. Thehigher they flew with the mirror, the more terribly it grinned: they couldhardly hold it fast. Higher and higher still they flew, nearer and nearer tothe stars, when suddenly the mirror shook so terribly with grinning, that itflew out of their hands and fell to the earth, where it was dashed in ahundred million and more pieces. And now it worked much more evil than before;for some of these pieces were hardly so large as a grain of sand, and theyflew about in the wide world, and when they got into people's eyes, there theystayed; and then people saw everything perverted, or only had an eye for thatwhich was evil. This happened because the very smallest bit had the same powerwhich the whole mirror had possessed. Some persons even got a splinter intheir heart, and then it made one shudder, for their heart became like a lumpof ice. Some of the broken pieces were so large that they were used forwindowpanes, through which one could not see one's friends. Other pieces wereput in spectacles; and that was a sad affair when people put on their glassesto see well and rightly. Then the wicked sprite laughed till he almost choked,for all this tickled his fancy. The fine splinters still flew about in theair: and now we shall hear what happened next.SECOND STORY. A Little Boy and a Little GirlIn a large town, where there are so many houses, and so many people, thatthere is no roof left for everybody to have a little garden; and where, onthis account, most persons are obliged to content themselves with flowers inpots; there lived two little children, who had a garden somewhat larger than aflower-pot. They were not brother and sister; but they cared for each other asmuch as if they were. Their parents lived exactly opposite. They inhabited twogarrets; and where the roof of the one house joined that of the other, and thegutter ran along the extreme end of it, there was to each house a smallwindow: one needed only to step over the gutter to get from one window to theother.The children's parents had large wooden boxes there, in which vegetables forthe kitchen were planted, and little rosetrees besides: there was a rose ineach box, and they grew splendidly. They now thought of placing the boxesacross the gutter, so that they nearly reached from one window to the other,and looked just like two walls of flowers. The tendrils of the peas hung downover the boxes; and the rose-trees shot up long branches, twined round thewindows, and then bent towards each other: it was almost like a triumphantarch of foliage and flowers. The boxes were very high, and the children knewthat they must not creep over them; so they often obtained permission to getout of the windows to each other, and to sit on their little stools among theroses, where they could play delightfully. In winter there was an end of thispleasure. The windows were often frozen over; but then they heated copperfarthings on the stove, and laid the hot farthing on the windowpane, and thenthey had a capital peep-hole, quite nicely rounded; and out of each peeped agentle friendly eye--it was the little boy and the little girl who werelooking out. His name was Kay, hers was Gerda. In summer, with one jump, theycould get to each other; but in winter they were obliged first to go down thelong stairs, and then up the long stairs again: and out-of-doors there wasquite a snow-storm."It is the white bees that are swarming," said Kay's old grandmother."Do the white bees choose a queen?" asked the little boy; for he knew that thehoney-bees always have one."Yes," said the grandmother, "she flies where the swarm hangs in the thickestclusters. She is the largest of all; and she can never remain quietly on theearth, but goes up again into the black clouds. Many a winter's night sheflies through the streets of the town, and peeps in at the windows; and theythen freeze in so wondrous a manner that they look like flowers.""Yes, I have seen it," said both the children; and so they knew that it wastrue."Can the Snow Queen come in?" said the little girl."Only let her come in!" said the little boy. "Then I'd put her on the stove,and she'd melt."And then his grandmother patted his head and told him other stories.In the evening, when little Kay was at home, and half undressed, he climbed upon the chair by the window, and peeped out of the little hole. A fewsnow-flakes were falling, and one, the largest of all, remained lying on theedge of a flower-pot.The flake of snow grew larger and larger; and at last it was like a younglady, dressed in the finest white gauze, made of a million little flakes likestars. She was so beautiful and delicate, but she was of ice, of dazzling,sparkling ice; yet she lived; her eyes gazed fixedly, like two stars; butthere was neither quiet nor repose in them. She nodded towards the window, andbeckoned with her hand. The little boy was frightened, and jumped down fromthe chair; it seemed to him as if, at the same moment, a large bird flew pastthe window.The next day it was a sharp frost--and then the spring came; the sun shone,the green leaves appeared, the swallows built their nests, the windows wereopened, and the little children again sat in their pretty garden, high up onthe leads at the top
of the house.That summer the roses flowered in unwonted beauty. The little girl had learneda hymn, in which there was something about roses; and then she thought of herown flowers; and she sang the verse to the little boy, who then sang it withher:"The rose in the valley is blooming so sweet,And angels descend there the children to greet."And the children held each other by the hand, kissed the roses, looked up atthe clear sunshine, and spoke as though they really saw angels there. Whatlovely summer-days those were! How delightful to be out in the air, near thefresh rose-bushes, that seem as if they would never finish blossoming!Kay and Gerda looked at the picture-book full of beasts and of birds; and itwas then--the clock in the church-tower was just striking five--that Kay said,"Oh! I feel such a sharp pain in my heart; and now something has got into myeye!"The little girl put her arms around his neck. He winked his eyes; now therewas nothing to be seen."I think it is out now," said he; but it was not. It was just one of thosepieces of glass from the magic mirror that had got into his eye; and poor Kayhad got another piece right in his heart. It will
soon become like ice. It didnot hurt any longer, but there it was."What are you crying for?" asked he. "You look so ugly! There's nothing thematter with me. Ah," said he at once, "that rose is cankered! And look, thisone is quite crooked! After all, these roses are very ugly! They are just likethe box they are planted in!" And then he gave the box a good kick with hisfoot, and pulled both the roses up."What are you doing?" cried the little girl; and as he perceived her fright,he pulled up another rose, got in at the window, and hastened off from dearlittle Gerda.Afterwards, when she brought her picture-book, he asked, "What horrid beastshave you there?" And if his grandmother told them stories, he alwaysinterrupted her; besides, if he could manage it, he would get behind her, puton her spectacles, and imitate her way of speaking; he copied all her ways,and then everybody laughed at him. He was soon able to imitate the gait andmanner of everyone in the street. Everything that was peculiar and displeasingin them--that Kay knew how to imitate: and at such times all the people said,"The boy is certainly very clever!" But it was the glass he had got in hiseye; the glass that was sticking in his heart, which made him tease evenlittle Gerda, whose whole soul was devoted to him.His games now were quite different to what they had formerly been, they wereso very knowing. One winter's day, when the flakes of snow were flying about,he spread the skirts of his blue coat, and caught the snow as it fell."Look through this glass, Gerda," said he. And every flake seemed larger, andappeared like a magnificent flower, or beautiful star; it was splendid to lookat!"Look, how clever!" said Kay. "That's much more interesting than real flowers!They are as exact as possible; there is not a fault in them, if they did notmelt!"It was not long after this, that Kay came one day with large gloves on, andhis little sledge at his back, and bawled right into Gerda's ears, "I havepermission to go out into the square where the others are playing"; and off hewas in a moment.There, in the market-place, some of the boldest of the boys used to tie theirsledges to the carts as they passed by, and so they were pulled along, and gota good ride. It was so capital! Just as they were in the very height of theiramusement, a large sledge passed by: it was painted quite white, and there wassomeone in it wrapped up in a rough white mantle of fur, with a rough whitefur cap on his head. The sledge drove round the square twice, and Kay tied onhis sledge as quickly as he could, and off he drove with it. On they wentquicker and quicker into the next street; and the person who drove turnedround to Kay, and nodded to him in a friendly manner, just as if they kneweach other. Every time he was going to untie his sledge, the person nodded tohim, and then Kay sat quiet; and so on they went till they came outside thegates of the town. Then the snow began to fall so thickly that the little boycould not see an arm's length before him, but still on he went: when suddenlyhe let go the string he held in his hand in order to get loose from thesledge, but it was of no use; still the little vehicle rushed on with thequickness of the wind. He then cried as loud as he could, but no one heardhim; the snow drifted and the sledge flew on, and sometimes it gave a jerk asthough they were driving over hedges and ditches. He was quite frightened, andhe tried to repeat the Lord's Prayer; but all he could do, he was only able toremember the multiplication table.The snow-flakes grew larger and larger, till at last they looked just likegreat white fowls. Suddenly they flew on one side; the large sledge stopped,and the person who drove rose up. It was a lady; her cloak and cap were ofsnow. She was tall and of slender figure, and of a dazzling whiteness. It wasthe Snow Queen."We have travelled fast," said she; "but it is freezingly cold. Come under mybearskin." And she put him in the sledge beside her, wrapped the fur roundhim, and he felt as though he were sinking in a snow-wreath."Are you still cold?" asked she; and then she kissed his forehead. Ah! it wascolder than ice; it penetrated to his very heart, which was already almost afrozen lump; it seemed to him as if he were about to die--but a moment moreand it was quite congenial to him, and he did not remark the cold that wasaround him."My sledge! Do not forget my sledge!" It was the first thing he thought of. Itwas there tied to one of the white chickens, who flew along with it on hisback behind the large sledge. The Snow Queen kissed Kay once more, and then heforgot little Gerda, grandmother, and all whom he had left at his home."Now you will have no more kisses," said she, "or else I should kiss you todeath!"Kay looked at her. She was very beautiful; a more clever, or a more lovelycountenance he could not fancy to himself; and she no longer appeared of iceas before, when she sat outside the window, and beckoned to him; in his eyesshe was perfect, he did not fear her at all, and told her that he couldcalculate in his head and with fractions, even; that he knew the number ofsquare miles there were in the different countries, and how many inhabitantsthey contained; and she smiled while he spoke. It then seemed to him as ifwhat he knew was not enough, and he looked upwards in the large huge emptyspace above him, and on she flew with him; flew high over the black clouds,while the storm moaned and whistled as though it were singing some old tune.On they flew over woods and lakes, over seas, and many lands; and beneath themthe chilling storm rushed fast, the wolves howled, the snow crackled; abovethem flew large screaming crows, but higher up appeared the moon, quite largeand bright; and it was on it that Kay gazed during the long long winter'snight; while by day he slept at the feet of the Snow Queen.THIRD STORY. Of the Flower-Garden At the Old Woman's Who Understood WitchcraftBut what became of little Gerda when Kay did not return? Where could he be?Nobody knew; nobody could give any intelligence. All the boys knew was, thatthey had seen him tie his sledge to another large and splendid one, whichdrove down the street and out of the town. Nobody knew where he was; many sadtears were shed, and little Gerda wept long and bitterly; at last she said hemust be dead; that he had been drowned in the river which flowed close to thetown. Oh! those were very long and dismal winter evenings!At last spring came, with its warm sunshine."Kay is dead and gone!" said little Gerda."That I don't believe," said the Sunshine."Kay is dead and gone!" said she to the Swallows."That I don't believe," said they: and at last little Gerda did not think soany longer either."I'll put on my red shoes," said she, one morning; "Kay has never seen them,and then I'll go down to the river and ask there."It was quite early; she kissed her old grandmother, who was still asleep, puton her red shoes, and went alone to the river."Is it true that you have taken my little playfellow? I will make you apresent of my red shoes, if you will give him back to me."And, as it seemed to her, the blue waves nodded in a strange manner; then shetook off her red shoes, the most precious things she possessed, and threw themboth into the river. But they fell close to the bank, and the little wavesbore them immediately to land; it was as if the stream would not take what wasdearest to her; for in reality it had not got little Kay; but Gerda thoughtthat she had not thrown the shoes out far enough, so she clambered into a boatwhich lay among the rushes, went to the farthest end, and threw out the shoes.But the boat was not fastened, and the motion which she occasioned, made itdrift from the shore. She observed this, and hastened to get back; but beforeshe could do so, the boat was more than a yard from the land, and was glidingquickly onward.Little Gerda was very frightened, and began to cry; but no one heard herexcept the sparrows, and they could not carry her to land; but they flew alongthe bank, and sang as if to comfort her, "Here we are! Here we are!" The boatdrifted with the stream, little Gerda sat quite still without shoes, for theywere swimming behind the boat, but she could not reach them, because the boatwent much faster than they did.The banks on both sides were beautiful; lovely flowers, venerable trees, andslopes with sheep and cows, but not a human being was to be seen."Perhaps the river will carry me to little Kay," said she; and then she grewless sad. She rose, and looked for many hours at the beautiful green banks.Presently she sailed by a large cherry-orchard, where was a little cottagewith curious red and blue windows; it was thatched, and before it two woodensoldiers stood sentry, and presented arms when anyone went past.Gerda called to them, for she thought they were alive; but they, of course,did not answer. She came close to them, for the stream drifted the boat quitenear the land.Gerda called still louder, and an old woman then came out of the cottage,leaning upon a crooked stick. She had a large broad-brimmed hat on, paintedwith the most splendid flowers."Poor little child!" said the old woman. "How did you get upon the large rapidriver, to be driven about so in the wide world!" And then the old woman wentinto the water, caught hold of the boat with her crooked stick, drew it to thebank, and lifted little Gerda out.And Gerda was so glad to be on dry land again; but she was rather afraid ofthe strange old woman."But come and tell me who you are, and how you came here," said she.And Gerda told her all; and the old woman shook her head and said, "A-hem!a-hem!" and when Gerda had told her everything, and asked her if she had notseen little Kay, the woman answered that he had not passed there, but he nodoubt would come; and she told her not to be cast down, but taste hercherries, and look at her flowers, which were finer than any in apicture-book, each of which could tell a whole story. She then took Gerda bythe hand, led her into the little cottage, and locked the door.The windows were very high up; the glass was red, blue, and green, and thesunlight shone through quite wondrously in all sorts of colors. On the tablestood the most exquisite cherries, and Gerda ate as many as she chose, for shehad permission to do so. While she was eating, the old woman combed her hairwith a golden comb, and her hair curled and shone with a lovely golden coloraround that sweet little face, which was so round and so like a rose."I have often longed for such a dear little girl," said the old woman. "Nowyou shall see how well we agree together"; and while she combed little Gerda'shair, the child forgot her foster-brother Kay more and more, for the old womanunderstood magic; but she was no evil being, she only practised witchcraft alittle for her own private amusement, and now she wanted very much to keeplittle Gerda. She therefore went out in the garden, stretched out her crookedstick towards the rose-bushes, which, beautifully as they were blowing, allsank into the earth and no one could tell where they had stood. The old womanfeared that if Gerda should see the roses, she would then think of her own,would remember little Kay, and run away from her.She now led Gerda into the flower-garden. Oh, what odour and what lovelinesswas there! Every flower that one could think of, and of every season, stoodthere in fullest bloom; no picture-book could be gayer or more beautiful.Gerda jumped for joy, and played till the sun set behind the tall cherry-tree;she then had a pretty bed, with a red silken coverlet filled with blueviolets. She fell asleep, and had as pleasant dreams as ever a queen on herwedding-day.The next morning she went to play with the flowers in the warm sunshine, andthus passed away a day. Gerda knew every flower; and, numerous as they were,it still seemed to Gerda that one was wanting, though she did not know which.One day while she was looking at the hat of the old woman painted withflowers, the most beautiful of them all seemed to her to be a rose. The oldwoman had forgotten to take it from her hat when she made the others vanish inthe earth. But so it is when one's thoughts are not collected. "What!" saidGerda. "Are there no roses here?" and she ran about amongst the flowerbeds,and looked, and looked, but there was not one to be found. She then sat downand wept; but her hot tears fell just where a rose-bush had sunk; and when herwarm tears watered the ground, the tree shot up suddenly as fresh and bloomingas when it had been swallowed up. Gerda kissed the roses, thought of her owndear roses at home, and with them of little Kay."Oh, how long I have stayed!" said the little girl. "I intended to look forKay! Don't you know where he is?" she asked of the roses. "Do you think he isdead and gone?""Dead he certainly is not," said the Roses. "We have been in the earth whereall the dead are, but Kay was not there.""Many thanks!" said little Gerda; and she went to the other flowers, lookedinto their cups, and asked, "Don't you know where little Kay is?"But every flower stood in the sunshine, and dreamed its own fairy tale or itsown story: and they all told her very many things, but not one knew anythingof Kay.Well, what did the Tiger-Lily say?"Hearest thou not the drum? Bum! Bum! Those are the only two tones. Alwaysbum! Bum! Hark to the plaintive song of the old woman, to the call of thepriests! The Hindoo woman in her long robe stands upon the funeral pile; theflames rise around her and her dead husband, but the Hindoo woman thinks onthe living one in the surrounding circle; on him whose eyes burn hotter thanthe flames--on him, the fire of whose eyes pierces her heart more than theflames which soon will burn her body
to ashes. Can the heart's flame die inthe flame of the funeral pile?""I don't understand that at all," said little Gerda."That is my story," said the Lily.What did the Convolvulus say?"Projecting over a narrow mountain-path there hangs an old feudal castle.Thick evergreens grow on the dilapidated walls, and around the altar, where alovely maiden is standing: she bends over the railing and looks out upon therose. No fresher rose hangs on the branches than she; no appleblossom carriedaway by the wind is more buoyant! How her silken robe is rustling!"'Is he not yet come?'""Is it Kay that you mean?" asked little Gerda."I am speaking about my story--about my dream
," answered the Convolvulus.What did the Snowdrops say?"Between the trees a long board is hanging--it is a swing. Two little girlsare sitting in it, and swing themselves backwards and forwards; their frocksare as white as snow, and long green silk ribands flutter from their bonnets.Their brother, who is older than they are, stands up in the swing; he twineshis arms round the cords to hold himself fast, for in one hand he has a littlecup, and in the other a clay-pipe. He is blowing soap-bubbles. The swing...
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