The Goodnow River is the longest river in Denmark, with a total length of more than 300 miles.
Many years have passed. The people who live here cultivate their small plots of land and raise three sheep, a pig and two bulls. Simply put, as long as they are satisfied with what they have, their food can be said to be enough. Indeed, they can save some money to buy two horses; However, like other farmers nearby, they said, "The horse ate itself up"-they ate as much as they could.
Jeb Jens plows in summer. In winter, he became an able person to make wooden shoes. He also has an assistant-a young man who knows how to make wooden shoes strong, light and beautiful. They carve wooden shoes and shovels, which can make money. Therefore, people can't call the Jeb Jens family poor.
Ibrahimovic is a seven-year-old boy, the only child of this family. He often sits by and watches others chop wood and cuts it himself. But one day he carved two pieces of wood, which looked like a pair of small wooden shoes. He said he would give them to little Christine. She is the youngest daughter of a boatman. She looks very delicate, like a gentleman's child. If her clothes were worthy of her appearance, no one would think that she was a child in a hut on the Setchette moor. Her father lives there. His wife died. The source of his life is to transport firewood from the forest to the eel weir in Sibao, and sometimes from here to distant Landauer. No one takes care of Christine, who is one year younger than Ibrahimovic, so the children always play with him in the boat, on the wasteland, or in the bushes of Funiu. When he was going to a place far away from Landers, little Christine went to Jeb Jens's house.
Ibu and Christine play together and eat together. It's good. They dig and dig together. They crawl and walk. One day, they boldly ran to the back and walked into a forest. They even found a few snipe eggs-this is really a great thing.
Ibu has never been to Sexie. He has never sailed on a small lake off the coast of Goodnow. Now he's going to do this: Christine's father invited him and he's going to take him home for the night.
Early the next morning, two children sat high on a pile of firewood in the boat, eating bread and raspberries. The boatman and his assistant supported the boat. The ship is sailing along the river, crossing these lakes that seem to be blocked by trees and reeds at ordinary times, and walking very fast. Even though there are many old trees hanging low on the water, they can still find a place to slide over. Many old trees hang bare branches, as if rolling up their sleeves to reveal bare arms. Many old poplars were washed away by the current; The roots cling to the bottom of the river and look like an island full of trees. Water lilies are swaying in the river. This is really a lovely trip! Finally, they came to the eel horn weir. Water gushed from the sluice here.
This is something worth seeing for Ibu and Kristen!
At that time, there were no factories or towns here. There is only an old farm here, and there are not many livestock in it. The sound of water rushing out of the gate and the cry of wild ducks are the only signs of biological existence. After the firewood was unloaded, Christine's father bought a basket full of eels and a slaughtered pig. He put all these things in one basket, put them at the stern, then went upstream and came back, but he met with a downwind. When the sail was raised, the ship seemed to be pulled by two horses.
They came to the edge of a forest, only a short way from where the assistant lived. The assistant took Christine's father to the shore. At the same time, tell the children not to make trouble and be careful. But it didn't take long for the two children to listen. They want to see eels and pigs in baskets. They dragged the pig out and held it in their arms. When the two of them tried to catch it, they accidentally fell into the water. So the pig went down the river-terrible.
Ibrahimovic jumped to the shore. Run on the shore for a while; Little Christine ran after him. "Take me with you!" She shouted. Soon, they ran into a forest. They will never see the boat or the river again. They ran for a while. Christine fell to the ground and began to cry. Ibrahim, help her up.
"Come with me!" He said. "The house is right there." But the house is not there. They walked aimlessly. Walking on dead leaves, walking on fallen dry branches-these branches make a broken sound under their little feet. Then they heard a scream. They stood listening and immediately heard a fly scream. This is a very ugly sound, which makes them very scared. However, in this dense forest, they saw many lovely cranberries growing in front of them. It was so attractive that they had to stop, so they stopped, ate a lot and dyed their lips and faces blue. Then they heard another scream.
"If that pig is lost, we will be beaten!" Christine said.
"Let's go home!" Ibrahimovic said. "Home is in this forest."
So they walked on. They came to a big road, but it didn't go home. Night also came. They're scared. The strange sounds of horned owls and other birds broke the strange silence around them. Finally, the two of them stopped by a bush. Christine began to cry, and Ibrahimovic began to cry. After crying for a while, they fell asleep on the dry leaves.
When the two children woke up, the sun had already risen high. They feel very cold. However, in the Woods on the nearby mountain, the sun has already shone in. They can go there to warm up. I think they can see his father's house from there. However, in fact, they are far away, separated by a whole forest.
They climbed to the top of the mountain. They are standing on a slope, next to a clear and transparent lake. Fish are swimming in groups and the sun shines on them. They have never seen such a sight. There is a large bush near them, which is covered with hazelnuts, and there are even seven strings of hazelnuts. They picked hazelnuts, mashed them and dug out the newly formed tender nuts inside.
But another amazing and terrible thing happened.
From this jungle, a tall old woman walked out; Her face is brown; Hair is black and shiny; White eyes sparkling, like African Moorish eyes. She is carrying a bundle of things on her back and holding a stick with many protrusions in her hand. She is a gypsy. The two children couldn't understand what she said at once. She took out three hazelnuts from her pocket and told them that these hazelnuts contained the most beautiful and lovely things, because they were the fruits of hope.
Ibrahimovic looked at her. She is very kind. So he summoned up his courage and asked her if she could give him these fruits. The woman gave it to him, then picked some from the tree and filled it with a bag.
Ibrahimovic and Christine opened their eyes wide and looked at the fruits of hope.
"Is there a carriage in this fruit?" Ibu asked.
"Yes, there is a golden Camara," the woman replied.
"Then please give me this fruit!" Little Christine said.
Ibrahimovic gave her the fruit and the woman wrapped it in a scarf.
"Is there a beautiful little scarf like Christine in the fruit?" Ibu asked.
"There are 10 scarves in it," the woman replied. "There are beautiful clothes, socks and hats."
"Then I want this fruit, too." Little Christine said.
So Ibrahim gave her a second fruit. The third one is a little black thing.
"Keep this for yourself!" Christine said. "Very cute, too."
"What's in it?" Ibu asked.
"Your favorite." Said the gypsy woman.
Ibrahimovic clutched the fruit tightly. The woman promised to take them home the right way. Now they are moving forward, but they are just moving in the right direction and in the opposite direction. We can't say that she wants to kidnap these two children. On this mountain road in the wilderness, they met the mountain keeper Kling. He knows Ibrahimovic. With his help, Ibrahimovic and Christine finally went home. Everyone at home is worried about them. They were finally forgiven, although they should be severely beaten: first, they threw the pig into the water; Second, they slipped away.
Christine returned to her home in the wasteland; Ibrahimovic still lives on the farm near the forest. The first thing he wants to do in the evening is to take the fruit out of his pocket-it is said that it contains the "best things". He carefully put it between the door and the door frame, slammed the door hard and the fruit was crushed. But there are no nucleoli in it. Just a pile of snuff or black fertile soil-this is what we call moth-eaten fruit.
"Yes, that's what I thought," said Ibu. "How can such a small fruit hold the best things in the world? Christine won't find beautiful clothes or gold cars in her two fruits! "
Winter has come and a new year has begun.
A few years have passed. Ib will be confirmed now, but he lives far away from the priest. At the same time, one day, the boatman came to see Ibrahimovic's parents and told them that Christine was going to help people now. She also said that she was really lucky to find a job in a good host's house. Please think about it! She will go to Hening County in the west to help a rich innkeeper. She helped the hostess manage the hotel first. If she behaves well before confirmation, the host can keep her.
So Ib and Kristen said goodbye to each other. People call them lovers. When we broke up, she showed it to him, and she still wanted to keep the two fruits. He gave it to her when they got lost in the forest. She also told him that she still kept the wooden shoes he carved when he was a child as a gift, and then they separated.
Ibrahimovic accepted the confirmation ceremony, but he still lives in his mother's house, because he is already a capable wooden shoemaker, and he can also take care of the work in the fields in summer. His mother can't find anyone else to do these things because his father is dead.
He only occasionally heard a little news about Christine from a passing messenger or an eel catcher: she lived well in a rich shopkeeper's house. After accepting the confirmation ceremony, she once wrote a letter to her father, greeting Ibrahimovic and his mother. The letter also mentioned that she got six shirts and a new dress from the host and hostess. This is really good news.
On a warm day the following spring, Ibrahimovic and his mother heard a knock at the door. It's the boatman and Christine. She will come to play all day. She took advantage of the round trip to visit Dem. She is very beautiful, just like a young lady; She wears beautiful clothes-well-made, just right for her figure. She stood before him, very generous; And Ibu only wears the usual work clothes. He couldn't say a word; Of course, he held her hand tightly, and he was sincerely happy; But he can't talk. Christine doesn't feel at home at all. She did.-she will. She also kissed Ibrahimovic directly on the lips.
"You really don't know me?" She asked. But when they were alone in the room, he still just stood holding her hand. He can only say these words: "You are like a lady! But I'm so clumsy. How I miss you, Christine! How I miss the old days! "
They walked arm in arm to the ridge, overlooking the Goodnow River, the Ceshead River and the banks covered with heather plants. But Ibrahimovic said nothing. When they were about to break up, he obviously thought Christine should be his wife. Indeed, they were called lovers when they were young. He felt as if they were really engaged, although neither of them talked about it.
They can only be together for a few hours now, because Christine is going to Des Moines, so that she can take a bus back to the west early the next morning. Her father and I have been sending her to Dem. It's a clear moonlit night. When they reached the finish line, Ibu still held Kristen's hand and couldn't let go. His eyes sparkled, but the words came back to his mouth. When he finally said it, it was from the bottom of his heart: "Christine, if you hadn't become so rich," he said, "if you could live in my mother's house and be my wife, then we would get married one day. But we can wait for a while! "
"Yes, see you later, Ib!" She said. So she shook his hand; She kissed his lips, too. "I believe you, Ibu," Kristin said. "I think I like you, too-but I have to think about it!"
So they broke up. Ibrahimovic told the boatman that he and Christine were so close as if they were engaged. So the boatman said that he had always hoped for such an ending. He took Ibrahimovic home; That night, he and the young man slept in the same bed, and they no longer discussed the engagement.
A year has passed. Ibrahimovic and Christine wrote two letters. Before their signatures, the words "Loyalty to death forever" are always written. "
One day, the boatman came to see Ibrahimovic and conveyed his regards to Darius. What he will say next is hesitant, but its content is nothing more than: everything is fine, not only good, but also a beautiful girl, with many people pursuing her and many people loving her. The master's young master once went home to live for a while. He works in a big office in Copenhagen; He likes Christine very much, and she has feelings for him, and his parents have never expressed their reluctance; However, Christine felt very heavy in her heart because Ibrahimovic loved her so much; So she also thought about giving up her luck-this is what the boatman said.
Ibu didn't say a word at first, but his face was as white as a piece of white cloth. He shook his head gently and then said slowly, "Christine shouldn't give up her luck!" " "
"Then please write her a few words!" The boatman said.
Ibu sat down to write, but to his surprise, he couldn't connect his words into sentences. He began to scribble and change, and then tore up the whole paper. But the next morning, the letter was finally written and ready to be given to Christine.
The full text is like this:
I also read your letter to your father. I know from the letter that everything is fine with you, and it will be better. Christine, please ask yourself and think carefully about what you will get if you accept me as your husband. I am too poor. Please don't think about me and my situation, but consider your own interests. You are not bound by any promise to me. If you have made a promise to me in your heart, I am willing to lighten this burden for you. May all the happiness in the world belong to you, Christine, and God will comfort my heart!
Your faithful friend forever.
The letter was sent out and Christine received it.
In June 5438 +065438+ 10, her wedding notice was published in the church on the wasteland and Copenhagen where the groom lived. So she went to Copenhagen with her hostess, because the groom had a lot of things to do and couldn't get back to the distant Magnolia. On the way, Christine passed a small town called Findal, where she met her father. This is the nearest place to him. They are here to say goodbye to each other.
This matter has been mentioned before; But Ibu is not interested. His old mother seemed to have something on her mind when she said this. Indeed, he is very worried. He remembered three hazelnuts he got from a gypsy woman when he was a child-two of them he gave to Christine. This is the fruit of hope. Among her two fruits, one hides golden chariots and horses, and the other hides the most beautiful clothes. Now it's a fact! In Copenhagen, the capital, she now has all the luxuries. The prophecy about her has now come true!
The fruit of Ib contains only a handful of black soil. The gypsy woman once said that it was the "best thing" he had ever had. Yes, now it has become a reality! Black soil is the best thing he can get. Now he knows what a woman means: his best things are in the black soil, deep in the grave.
Many years have passed-not too many years, but Ibu feels very long.
The old innkeepers are all dead. All their property-thousands of dollars-belongs to their son. Yes, now Christine can have a golden car and many beautiful clothes.
For the next two years, Christine didn't write back. When her father finally received a letter from her, it was not about prosperity and happiness. Poor Christine! Neither she nor her husband knows how to use this wealth sparingly. It is easy to come and go. It won't bring happiness because they don't want happiness themselves.
Heather is all smiles, and thanks again. Snowflakes floated on the wasteland and the ridge several times. Under this ridge, Ibrahimovic lives in a place where the wind can't blow.
The sun shines clearly in spring; One day, when Ibrahimovic was plowing the land, the plow suddenly plowed something like flint. At this time, a pile of black things like shavings emerged from the soil. When I picked it up, he found it was a piece of metal. The ploughed place is shining now. This turned out to be a big armband left over from the pagan era. He turned over an ancient tomb; Now he has found the treasure. Ibrahimovic showed the priest what he found. The priest explained its value to him, and then he went to the local judge. The judge reported the discovery to the Copenhagen authorities and suggested that he deliver it himself.
"You found the best thing in the soil!" The judge said.
"The best thing!" I think. "The best thing I can get is found in the soil! If this is the best thing, then the prediction made by that gypsy woman to me will come true! "
So Ibrahimovic took a boat from Ohu to Royal Copenhagen. He has only crossed the Goodnow River before, so this trip is equivalent to crossing the ocean for him.
Aarhus is the second largest city in Denmark. It takes eight hours to go to Copenhagen by boat from here. This is the longest journey for Danes.
He arrived in Copenhagen.
The price paid by the authorities for the gold he found. This is a lot of money-600 yuan. Ibrahimovic, who came from the Woods in the wasteland of Seshed, can now take a walk in this busy big capital.
One day, before he and the captain returned to Oahu, he got lost in the street. He went in the opposite direction to what he should have gone. He crossed the Nibert Bridge and ran to the suburb of Christian Haven, instead of going to the wall of Simon. He did go to the west, but he didn't go where he should go. I don't see anyone here. Finally, a very young girl came out of a shabby room. I asked the boy which street he was looking for. She froze for a while, looked at him and then burst into tears. He asked her why she was sad, but he couldn't understand her answer. They came to a street lamp and the light shone on her face. He felt very strange, because what appeared in front of him was a living Christine, just like what he could remember about her childhood.
He followed the little girl into the shabby house and climbed a narrow and shabby staircase leading to a small room on the top floor. The air here is stuffy and stuffy, and there is no light; From a small corner, there was a sigh and shortness of breath. I struck a match. The child's mother was lying on a broken bed.
What can I do for you? Ibu asked. "The little girl brought me here, but I'm a stranger in this city. Do you have any neighbors or friends that I can help you find? "
So he raised the sick woman's head.
This is Christine who grew up in Cheddar wasteland!
In EULAN SPA0 1' s home, no one mentioned her name for many years, for fear of disturbing Ibu's calm mood. Some legends about her are really not very good. The truth is that since her husband inherited his parents' property, he has become arrogant and run amok. He gave up his reliable job and traveled abroad for half a year. When he came back, he was heavily in debt, but he still lived a luxurious life. As the old saying goes, the car tilted step by step and finally turned over completely. Many of his fair-weather friends said he deserved it because he lived like a madman. One morning, people found his body in the river of the Royal Garden.
Death's hand has been on Christine's head. The youngest child she hoped for in happiness was born in sadness and went to the grave a few weeks after birth. Now it's Christine herself. She was so ill that no one took care of her; She was lying in a shabby room. This kind of poverty that she may have endured when she lived in the wasteland of Seshed as a child now makes her feel very painful because she is used to a rich life. Now she is starving and poor with her oldest child-and a little Christine. She brought Ibrahimovic in.
"I'm afraid I'm going to die, leaving this lonely child!" She sighed. "How will she live in this world?" She couldn't say anything else.
Ibrahimovic struck another match and found a candle end. He lit it to light up the shabby house.
Ibu looked at the little girl, so he remembered Christine when she was young. He felt that he should love the child for Christine, even though he didn't know her. The dying woman stared at him: her eyes were getting bigger and bigger-did she know him? He didn't know or hear what she said.
This is in the Woods by the Goodnow River, not far from the wasteland of Seshed. The air is gloomy and heather has withered. The wild west wind blew the yellow leaves in the forest into the river and onto the wasteland. There are strangers in this hut on the wasteland now. But under that ridge, in a hidden place under many big trees, there is a small farm It has been painted anew. In the house, peat is burning in the stove. There is sunshine in the room now-it comes from a pair of children's eyes. Laughter, like the tone of larks in spring, comes from children's bright red lips. She sat on Ib's lap; He is her father and mother, because her parents, like the dreams of children and adults, have disappeared. Ibrahimovic is sitting in a clean and beautiful house, and now he is a happy man; But the little girl's mother is lying in the poor cemetery in Copenhagen, the capital.
People say that there is money hidden at the bottom of Ib's box-gold obtained from black soil. He also got a little Christina.
( 1855)
This story was published in the second edition of Andersen's fairy tales. In fact, it was written by the author during his trip to Sibao in 1853. He was in a bad mood at that time. He wrote in his notes, "I have a heavy heart and can't do any work, but I wrote a short story-not bad, but there is no sunshine in it, because there is no sunshine in my heart." This short story describes the vicissitudes of the world, and may also have some connection with his personal love misfortune-when he was young, he fell in love with a village girl named Vogade, but it didn't work out. This is his work after he entered middle age. Just like Liu Xia Dream, the atmosphere of fantasy and romanticism declined, and realism became his main feature. His creation has officially entered a new era.