安徒生童话故事第10篇：幸运的套鞋The Goloshes of Fortune
他身旁站着一个小孩子，用一根棍子在一条泥沟里敲打，弄得几滴泥水溅到树枝上去了。于是录事就想到，水滴里几百万看不见的微生物也必定被溅到空中去了。依照它们体积的比例，它们的情形也正像我们人类被扔到高空中的云块里去一样。当录事想到这一点，以及他的思想中所起的整个变化的时候，他就微笑了。
“我是在睡觉，同时也是在做梦!一个人很自然地做起梦来，而同时又知道这是一场梦——这该是多么稀奇的事情啊!我希望明天醒来以后，还能把这一切记得清清楚楚。我有一种稀有的愉快的感觉。我现在什么东西都看得清楚!我觉得自己的头脑非常清醒!不过，我知道，明天如果我能记得某些情景的话，我一定会觉得这是幻想;但是我已经亲身体验过，一切聪明和美丽的东西，正如妖精藏在地底下的钱一样，人们只能在梦中听到和谈到。当一个人得到这些东西的时候，他是豪华和富贵的;不过在阳光下检查一下，它们就只是石头和干枯的叶子罢了。啊!”
他叹了一口气，颇有点牢骚的情绪。他把在树枝间跳跃着的、唱着歌的几只小鸟儿凝望了一阵，说：
“它们比我幸福得多。飞翔是一种愉快的艺术。那些生而就能飞的动物真是幸运!是的，如果我会变成任何东西的话，我就希望变成这样一只百灵鸟!”
不一会儿他的上衣后裾和袖子就联到一起，变成一双翅膀了。他的衣服变成了羽毛，套鞋变成了雀爪。他亲眼看到这变化的过程，他内心里不禁大笑起来。“唔，我现在知道了，我是在做梦，不过以前我从来没有梦得这么荒唐。”于是他飞到那些绿枝间去，唱起歌来。但是他的歌声中没有诗，因为他诗人的气质现在已经没有了。这双套鞋，像一个办事彻底的人一样，在一个固定的时间里只做一件事情。他希望做一个诗人，他就成了一个诗人了。现在他希望做一只小鸟;但是既然成了一只鸟，他以前的特点就完全消失了。
“这也真够滑稽!”他说。”白天我坐在警察署的枯燥乏味的公文堆里，夜间我就梦见自己在飞来飞去，成了佛列得里克斯堡公园里的一只百灵鸟。一个人倒真可以把这故事写成一部通俗的喜剧呢。”
现在他飞到草地上来了。他把头掉向四边望，同时用嘴啄着一根柔软的草梗。草梗与他的身体相比，似乎和北非洲棕榈树枝的长短差不多。
这一切不过是昙花一现而已。他的四周马上又变成了漆黑的夜。他似乎觉得有一件巨大的物体落到头上来——这是水手住宅区的一个孩子向这只百灵鸟头上抛过来的一顶大帽子。一只手伸进帽子里来了，把录事的背和翅膀抓住，弄得他不得不唧唧喳喳地叫起来。他感到一阵惊恐的时候，大声地叫道：
“你这个无礼的混蛋!我是警察署的书记呀!”
可是这声音在孩子的耳中听来只不过是一阵“唧唧!喳喳!”罢了。他在鸟儿的嘴上敲了两下，带着他走了。
在一个小巷里小孩碰见另外两个孩子。这两个人，就出身说，是属于受过教养的那个阶级的;可是就能力讲，他们是属于学校中最劣的一等。他们花了八个银毫把这只小鸟买走了。因此这位录事就被带回到哥本哈根，住进哥得街上的一个人家里去。
“幸好我是在做梦，”录事说，“否则我就真要生气了。起先我是一个诗人，现在我却成了一只百灵鸟!是的，这一定是诗人的气质使我转变成为这只小动物的。这也真算是倒霉之至，尤其当一个人落到小孩子手中去了的时候。我倒希望知道这会得到一个什么结果呢。”
孩子把他带到一个非常漂亮的房间里去。一个微笑着的胖太太向他们走来。她把这只百灵鸟叫做一只普通的田野小鸟，不过当她看到他们把它带来的时候，她并不感到太高兴。她只让这小鸟在这儿待一天，而且他们还得把它关进窗子旁的那只空笼子里去。
“也许它能逗得波贝高兴一下吧，”她继续说，望着一只大绿鹦鹉笑了一下。这鹦鹉站在一个漂亮铜笼子里的环子上，洋洋得意地荡来荡去。
“今天是波贝的生日，”她天真地说，“因此应该有一个普通的田野小鸟来祝贺他。”
波贝一句话也不回答;他只是骄傲地荡来荡去。不过一只美丽的金丝鸟——他是去年夏天从他温暖芬芳的祖国被带到这儿来的——开始高声地唱起来。
“多嘴的!”太太说，马上把一条白手帕蒙在笼子上。
“唧唧!吱吱!”雀子叹了一口气，”她又在大发雷霆。“叹了这口气以后，他就不再做声了。
录事——或者引用太太的话，一只田野的小鸟——是关在靠近金丝鸟的一个雀笼里，离鹦鹉也不远。波贝所会说的唯一的人话——而且这话听起来也很滑稽——是：“来吧，让我们像一个人吧。”他所讲的其他的话语，正如金丝鸟的歌声一样，谁也听不懂。只有变成了一只小鸟的这位录事，才能完全听懂他的朋友的话语。
“我在青翠的棕榈树下飞，我在盛开的杏树下飞!”金丝鸟唱着。“我和我的兄弟姐妹们在美丽的花朵上飞，在风平浪静的海上飞——那儿有植物在海的深处波动。我也看见许多可爱的鹦鹉，他们讲出许多那么长、那么有趣的故事。”
“这都是一些野鸟，”鹦鹉回答说。“他们没有受过教育。来吧，让我们像一个人吧——为什么不笑呢?如果太太和所有的客人们都能发笑，你也应该能发笑呀。对于幽默的事情不能领会，这是一个很大的缺点。来吧，让我们像一个人吧。”
“你记得那些美丽的少女在花树下的帐篷里跳舞吗?你记得那些野生植物的甜果子和清凉的果汁吗?”
“啊，对了!”鹦鹉说，“不过我在这儿要快乐得多。我吃得很好，得到亲热的友情。我知道自己有一个很好的头脑，我再也不需要什么别的东西了。让我们像一个人吧!你是人们所谓的一个富有诗意的人，但是我有高深的学问和幽默感。你有天才，可是没有理智。你唱着你那一套自发的高调，弄得人头昏脑涨，难怪人家要打你。人家却不能这样对待我，因为他们付出了更高的代价才得到我呀。我可以用我的尖嘴引起他们的重视，唱出一个‘味兹!味兹!味兹!’的调子!来吧，现在让我们像一个人吧!”
“呵，我温暖的、多花的祖国呵!”金丝鸟唱着。“我歌颂你的青翠的树林，我歌颂你的安静的海湾——那儿的树枝吻着平滑如镜的水面。我歌颂我的一些光彩的兄弟和姊妹的欢乐——他们所在的地方长着‘沙漠的泉水’①!”
“请你不要再唱这套倒霉的调子吧!”鹦鹉说。“唱一点能够叫人发笑的东西呀!笑声是智力发达的最高表现。你看看一只狗或一匹马会不会笑!不，它们只会哭;只有人才会笑。哈!哈!哈!”波贝笑起来，同时又说了一句老话：“让我们像一个人吧。”
“你这只灰色的丹麦小雀子，”金丝鸟说，“你也成了一个俘虏!你的森林固然是很寒冷的，但那里面究竟还有自由呀。快飞走吧!他们刚好忘记关你的笼子;上面的窗子还是开着的呀。飞走吧!飞走吧!”
录事就这样办了，他马上飞出笼子。在这同时，隔壁房间半掩着的门嘎吱地响了一下，一只家猫目光闪闪地偷偷走了进来，在他后面追赶。金丝鸟在笼里激动地跳着，鹦鹉拍着翅膀，同时叫着：”让我们像一个人吧。”录事吓得要死，赶快从窗子飞出去，飞过一些屋子和许多街道。最后他不得不休息一会儿。
对面的一幢房子他似乎很面熟。它有一个窗子是开着的，所以他就飞进去了。这正是他自己的房间，便在桌子上栖息下来。
“让我们像一个人吧!”他不知不觉地仿着鹦鹉的口气这样说了。在这同时，他恢复到他录事的原形。不过他是坐在桌子上的。
“我的天老爷!”他叫了一声，”我怎么到这儿来了，睡得这么糊涂?我做的这场梦也真够混乱。这全部经过真是荒唐透顶!”
①指“仙人掌”。
6.幸运的套鞋所带来的最好的东西
第二天大清早，当录事还躺在床上的时候，有人在他的门上轻轻地敲了几下。这是住在同一层楼上的一位邻居。他是一个研究神学的学生。他走进来了。
“把你的套鞋借给我穿穿好吗?”他说，“花园里很潮湿，但是太阳却照得非常美丽。我想在那儿抽几口烟。”
他穿上了套鞋，马上就到花园里去了。这儿只长着一棵李树和一棵梨树。就是这样一个小花园，在哥本哈根也是一件了不起的东西。
学生在小径上走来走去。这正是6点钟的时候。街上已经响起了邮差的号角声。
“啊，游历!游历!”他叫出声来。“这是世界上一件最快乐的事情!这也是我的最高愿望，我的一些烦恼的感觉，也就可以没有了。可是要游历必须走得很远!我很想去看看美丽的瑞士，到意大利去旅行一下，和——”
是的，很幸运，套鞋马上就发生了效力，否则他可能还想得更远，也使我们想得更远。他现在在旅行了。他和其他八位旅客紧紧地偎在一辆马车里，到达了瑞士的中部。他有点儿头痛，脖子也有点儿酸，脚也在发麻，因为套鞋把两只脚弄得又肿又痛。他是处在一个半睡半醒的状态之中。他右边的衣袋里装着旅行支票，左边的衣袋里放有护照，胸前挂着一个小袋，里面紧紧地缝着一些金法郎，他每次睡着的时候，就梦见这三样财产之中有一件被人扒走了。于是他就像在发热似的惊醒过来：他的第一个动作是用手做了一个三角形的姿势：从左摸到右，再摸到他的胸前，看看他的这些财产是不是还存在。雨伞、帽子和手杖在他头顶上的行李网里摇来摇去，几乎把人们的注意力从那些动人的风景吸引走了。
他望着窗外的风景，心里唱出至少一位我们认识的诗人曾经在瑞士唱过的、但是还没有发表过的歌来：
这风景很优美，正合我的心愿，
在这座可爱的勃朗峰①的面前。
待在这儿欣赏欣赏，很是痛快，
假如你带着足够的钱到这儿来。
周围的大自然是伟大、庄严、深沉的。杉树林看起来像长在深入云霄的石崖上的石楠花簇。现在开始下雪了，风吹得很冷。
“噢!”他叹了一口气，“如果我们在阿尔卑斯山的另一边，气候就应该是夏天了，同时我也可以把我的旅行支票兑出钱来了;我老是为这张纸担忧，弄得我不能享受瑞士的风景。啊，我希望我现在是在山的另一边!”
他马上就在山的另一边的意大利境内了——在佛罗伦萨和罗马之间。夕阳照耀下的特拉西门涅湖②，看起来像是青翠的群山中一泓金色的溶液。汉尼拔在这儿打败了佛拉米尼乌斯，葡萄藤在这儿伸出绿枝，安静地互相拥抱着;路旁一丛芬芳的桂树下有一群可爱的、半裸着的孩子在放牧一群黑炭一般的猪。假如我们能把这风景描绘出来，大家一定要欢呼：“美丽的意大利!”但是这位神学学生和马车里的任何客人都没有说出这句话。
有毒的苍蝇和蚊蚋成千成万地向车里飞来。他们用桃金娘的枝条在空中乱打了一阵，但苍蝇照旧叮着他们。车里没有一个人的脸不发肿，不被咬得流血。那几匹可怜的马儿，看起来简直像死尸。苍蝇蜂拥似的叮着它们。只有当车夫走下来，把这些虫子赶掉以后，情况才好转了几分钟。
现在太阳落下来了。一阵短促的、可是冰凉的寒气透过了整个的大自然。这一点也不使人感到痛快，不过四周的山丘和云块这时染上了一层最美丽的绿色，既清爽，又光洁——是的，你亲眼去看一下吧，这会比读游记要好得多!这真是美，旅行的人也都体会到这一点，不过——大家的肚皮都空了，身体也倦了，每一颗心只希望找一个宿夜的地方。但是怎样才能达到这个目的呢?大家的心思都花在这个问题上，而没有去看这美丽的大自然。
路伸向一个橄榄林：这使人觉得好像是在家乡多结的柳树之间经过似的。正在这块地方有一座孤零零的旅店。有一打左右的残废的乞丐守在它面前。他们之中最活泼的一位看起来很像饥饿之神的、已经成年的长子。其余的不是瞎子就是跛子，所以他们得用手来爬行。另外有些人手臂发育不全，手上连手指也没有。这真是一群穿上了褴褛衣服的穷困的化身。
“老爷，可怜可怜穷人吧!”他们叹息着，同时伸出残废的手来。
旅店的老板娘，打着一双赤脚，头发乱蓬蓬的，只穿着一件很脏的紧身上衣，来接待这些客人进来。门是用绳子系住的;房间的地上铺着砖，可是有一半已经被翻起来了。蝙蝠在屋顶下面飞，而且还有一股气味——
“好吧，请在马厩里开饭吧!”旅客中有一位说，“那儿人们起码可以知道他所呼吸的是什么东西。”
窗子都大开着，好让新鲜空气流进来，不过，比空气还要快的是伸进来的一些残废的手臂和一个老不变的声音：“老爷，可怜可怜穷人吧!”墙上有许多题词，但一半以上是对“美丽的意大利”不利的。
晚饭开出来了。这是一碗清水淡汤，加了一点调味的胡椒和发臭的油。凉拌生菜里也是这同样的油。发霉的鸡蛋和烤鸡冠算是两样最好的菜。就连酒都有一种怪味——它是一种可怕的混合物。
晚间大家搬来一堆箱子放在门后挡着门，并且选出一个人来打更，好使其余的人能睡觉。那位神学学生就成了更夫。啊，这儿是多么沉闷啊!热气在威逼着人，蚊蚋在嗡嗡地叫，在刺着人。外边的穷人们在梦中哭泣。
“是的，游历是很愉快的，”神学学生叹了一口气说，“我只希望一个人没有身躯!我希望身躯能躺着不动，让心灵去遨游!无论我到什么地方去，我总觉得缺乏一件什么东西，使我的心不快——我所希望的是一件比此刻还要好的什么东西。是的，某种更美好的东西——最好的东西。不过这在什么地方呢?这究竟是什么呢?在我心里，我知道我要的是什么东西：我想要达到一个幸运的目的——一个最幸运的目的!”
他一说完这话，就回到自己的家里来了。长长的白窗帘挂在窗上，屋子中央停着一具漆黑的棺材。他是在死的睡眠中，在这棺材里面，他的愿望达到了：他的身躯在休息，他的精神在遨游。索龙③曾说过：任何人在还没有进棺材以前，不能算是快乐的。这句话现在又重新得到了证实。
每具尸体是一个不灭的斯芬克斯④。现在躺在我们面前这个黑棺材里的斯芬克斯所能讲的也不外乎活人在两天前所写下的这段话：
坚强的死神呵!你的沉默引起我们的害怕，教堂墓地的坟墓是您留下的唯一记号。
难道我的灵魂已经从雅各的梯子跌下，
只能在死神的花园⑤里变成荒草?
世人看不见我们最大的悲凄!
啊你!你是孤独的，一直到最后。
这颗心在世上所受到的压力，
超过堆在你的棺材上的泥土!
这屋子里有两个人影在活动。她们两人我们都认识：一位是忧虑的女神，一位是幸运的使者。她们在死人身上弯下腰来察看。
“你看到没有?”忧虑的女神说，“你的套鞋带给了人间什么幸福?”
“最低限度它把一项持久的好处带给在这儿睡着的人。”
幸运的使者说。
“哦，你错了!”忧虑的女神说，“他是自动去的，死神并没有召他去。他还没有足够的精神力量去完成他命中注定要完成的任务!我现在要帮他一点忙。”
于是她把他脚上的那双套鞋拉下来。死的睡眠因而也就中止了。这位复苏的人站起来。忧虑的女神走了，那双套鞋也不见了;无疑地，她认为这双套鞋是她自己的财产。
①勃朗峰(Mont-Blanc)是欧洲南部的阿尔卑斯山脉的主峰，在法国和意大利之间，高达4807米。
②特拉西门涅湖是意大利中部的一个大湖，公元217年，原来驻扎在西班牙的迦太基军队，在汉尼拔将军领导下，在这里打败了罗马帝国的大将佛拉米尼乌斯(Ellaminius)。
③索龙(Solon，公元前633-前559)是古代希腊七大智者之一。
④斯芬克斯是指希腊神话中的一个怪物。它的头像女人，身体像狮子，还有两个翅膀。它对路过的人总是问一个富有哲学意味的谜语，猜不出的人就被它吞掉。
⑤指墓地。
幸运的套鞋英文版：
The Goloshes of Fortune
A Beginning
IN a house in Copenhagen, not far from the king’s new market, a very large party had assembled, the host and his family expecting, no doubt, to receive invitations in return. One half of the company were already seated at the card-tables, the other half seemed to be waiting the result of their hostess’s question, “Well, how shall we amuse ourselves?”
Conversation followed, which, after a while, began to prove very entertaining. Among other subjects, it turned upon the events of the middle ages, which some persons maintained were more full of interest than our own times. Counsellor Knapp defended this opinion so warmly that the lady of the house immediately went over to his side, and both exclaimed against Oersted’s Essays on Ancient and Modern Times, in which the preference is given to our own. The counsellor considered the times of the Danish king, Hans,1 as the noblest and happiest.
The conversation on this topic was only interrupted for a moment by the arrival of a newspaper, which did not, however, contain much worth reading, and while it is still going on we will pay a visit to the ante-room, in which cloaks, sticks, and goloshes were carefully placed. Here sat two maidens, one young, and the other old, as if they had come and were waiting to accompany their mistresses home; but on looking at them more closely, it could easily be seen that they were no common servants. Their shapes were too graceful, their complexions too delicate, and the cut of their dresses much too elegant. They were two fairies. The younger was not Fortune herself, but the chambermaid of one of Fortune’s attendants, who carries about her more trifling gifts. The elder one, who was named Care, looked rather gloomy; she always goes about to perform her own business in person; for then she knows it is properly done. They were telling each other where they had been during the day. The messenger of Fortune had only transacted a few unimportant matters; for instance, she had preserved a new bonnet from a shower of rain, and obtained for an honest man a bow from a titled nobody, and so on; but she had something extraordinary to relate, after all.
“I must tell you,” said she, “that to-day is my birthday; and in honor of it I have been intrusted with a pair of goloshes, to introduce amongst mankind. These goloshes have the property of making every one who puts them on imagine himself in any place he wishes, or that he exists at any period. Every wish is fulfilled at the moment it is expressed, so that for once mankind have the chance of being happy.”
“No,” replied Care; “you may depend upon it that whoever puts on those goloshes will be very unhappy, and bless the moment in which he can get rid of them.”
“What are you thinking of?” replied the other. “Now see; I will place them by the door; some one will take them instead of his own, and he will be the happy man.”
This was the end of their conversation.
What Happened to the Counsellor
IT was late when Counsellor Knapp, lost in thought about the times of King Hans, desired to return home; and fate so ordered it that he put on the goloshes of Fortune instead of his own, and walked out into the East Street. Through the magic power of the goloshes, he was at once carried back three hundred years, to the times of King Hans, for which he had been longing when he put them on. Therefore he immediately set his foot into the mud and mire of the street, which in those days possessed no pavement.
“Why, this is horrible; how dreadfully dirty it is!” said the counsellor; “and the whole pavement has vanished, and the lamps are all out.”
The moon had not yet risen high enough to penetrate the thick foggy air, and all the objects around him were confused together in the darkness. At the nearest corner, a lamp hung before a picture of the Madonna; but the light it gave was almost useless, for he only perceived it when he came quite close and his eyes fell on the painted figures of the Mother and Child.
“That is most likely a museum of art,” thought he, “and they have forgotten to take down the sign.”
Two men, in the dress of olden times, passed by him.
“What odd figures!” thought he; “they must be returning from some masquerade.”
Suddenly he heard the sound of a drum and fifes, and then a blazing light from torches shone upon him. The counsellor stared with astonishment as he beheld a most strange procession pass before him. First came a whole troop of drummers, beating their drums very cleverly; they were followed by life-guards, with longbows and crossbows. The principal person in the procession was a clerical-looking gentleman. The astonished counsellor asked what it all meant, and who the gentleman might be.
“That is the bishop of Zealand.”
“Good gracious!” he exclaimed; “what in the world has happened to the bishop? what can he be thinking about?” Then he shook his head and said, “It cannot possibly be the bishop himself.”
While musing on this strange affair, and without looking to the right or left, he walked on through East Street and over Highbridge Place. The bridge, which he supposed led to Palace Square, was nowhere to be found; but instead, he saw a bank and some shallow water, and two people, who sat in a boat.
“Does the gentleman wish to be ferried over the Holm?” asked one.
“To the Holm!” exclaimed the counsellor, not knowing in what age he was now existing; “I want to go to Christian’s Haven, in Little Turf Street.” The men stared at him. “Pray tell me where the bridge is!” said he. “It is shameful that the lamps are not lighted here, and it is as muddy as if one were walking in a marsh.” But the more he talked with the boatmen the less they could understand each other.
“I don’t understand your outlandish talk,” he cried at last, angrily turning his back upon them. He could not, however, find the bridge nor any railings.
“What a scandalous condition this place is in,” said he; never, certainly, had he found his own times so miserable as on this evening. “I think it will be better for me to take a coach; but where are they?” There was not one to be seen! “I shall be obliged to go back to the king’s new market,” said he, “where there are plenty of carriages standing, or I shall never reach Christian’s Haven.” Then he went towards East Street, and had nearly passed through it, when the moon burst forth from a cloud.
“Dear me, what have they been erecting here?” he cried, as he caught sight of the East gate, which in olden times used to stand at the end of East Street. However, he found an opening through which he passed, and came out upon where he expected to find the new market. Nothing was to be seen but an open meadow, surrounded by a few bushes, through which ran a broad canal or stream. A few miserable-looking wooden booths, for the accommodation of Dutch watermen, stood on the opposite shore.
“Either I behold a fata morgana, or I must be tipsy,” groaned the counsellor. “What can it be? What is the matter with me?” He turned back in the full conviction that he must be ill. In walking through the street this time, he examined the houses more closely; he found that most of them were built of lath and plaster, and many had only a thatched roof.
“I am certainly all wrong,” said he, with a sigh; “and yet I only drank one glass of punch. But I cannot bear even that, and it was very foolish to give us punch and hot salmon; I shall speak about it to our hostess, the agent’s lady. Suppose I were to go back now and say how ill I feel, I fear it would look so ridiculous, and it is not very likely that I should find any one up.” Then he looked for the house, but it was not in existence.