安徒生童话故事第162篇：纸牌The Court Cards
引导语：纸牌是一种娱乐的工具，那么关于安徒生的童话故事《纸牌》，大家阅读学习过?下面是小编收集的原文，欢迎大家阅读!
人们能够用纸剪出和剪贴出多少可爱的东西来啊!小小的威廉就这样贴出了一个官殿。它的体积很大，占满了整个桌面。它涂上了颜色，好像它就是用红砖砌的，而且还有发亮的铜屋顶呢。它有塔，也有吊桥;河里的水，朝下面一望，就好像是镜子——它的确是镜子做的。在最高的那个塔上还有一个木雕的守塔人。他有一个可以吹的号筒，但是他却不去吹。
这个小孩子亲自拉起或放下吊桥，把锡兵放在吊桥上列队走过，打开宫殿的大门，朝那个宽大的宴会厅里窥望。厅里挂着许多镶在镜框里的画像。这都是从纸牌里剪出来的：红心、方块、梅花和黑桃等。国王们头上戴着王冠，手中拿着王节;王后们戴着面纱，一直垂到肩上。她们的手里还拿着花。杰克拿着戟和摇摆着的羽毛。
有一天晚上，这个小家伙朝敞开的宫殿大门偷偷地向大厅里窥望。它的墙上挂着的许多花纸牌。它们真像大殿上挂着的古老画像。他觉得国王似乎在用王节向他致敬，黑桃王后在摇着她手里的郁金香，红心王后在举起她的扇子。四位王后都客气地表示注意到了他。为了要看得仔细一点，他就把头更向前伸，结果撞着了宫殿，把它弄得摇动起来。这时红心、方块。梅花和黑桃的四位杰克就举起戟，警告他不要再向前顶，因为他的头太大了。
小家伙点点头，接着又点了一次。然后他说：“请讲几句话吧!”但是花纸牌一句话也不说。不过当他对红心杰克第三次点头的时候，后者就从纸牌——它像一个屏风似的挂在墙上——里跳出来。他站在中央，帽子上的那根羽毛摇动着.手里拿着一根铁皮包着的长矛。
“你叫什么名字?”他问这个小家伙。“你有明亮的眼睛和整齐的牙齿，但是你的手却洗得不勤!”
这句话当然是说得不客气的。
“我叫威廉，”小家伙说。“这个宫殿就是属于我的，所以你就是我的红心杰克!”
“我是我的`国王和王后的杰克，不是你的!”红心杰克说。“我可以从牌里走出来，从框架里走出来;比起我来，我高贵的主人更可以走出来。我们可以一直走到广大的世界上去，不过我们已经出去厌了。坐在纸牌里，保持我们的本来面目，要比那样舒服和愉快得多。”
“难道你们曾经是真正的人吗?”小家伙问。
“当然是的!”红心杰克说，“不过不够好就是了。请你替我点一根蜡烛吧——最好是一根红的，因为这就是我的、也是我的主人的颜色。这样，我就可以把我们的故事告诉给宫殿的所有人——因为你说过，你就是这个宫殿的所有人。不过请你不要打断我。如果我讲故事，那就得一口气讲完!”
于是他就讲了：
“这里有四个国王，他们都是兄弟;不过红心国王的年纪最大，因为他一生下来就有一个金王冠和金苹果，他立刻就统治起国家来。他的王后生下来就有一把金扇子——你可以看得出来，她现在仍然有。他们的生活过得非常愉快，他们不须上学校，他们可以整天地玩耍。他们造起宫殿，又把它拆下来;他们做锡兵，又和玩偶玩耍。如果他们要吃黄油面包，面包的两面总是涂满了黄油的，而且还撒了些红糖。那要算是一个最好的时候，不过日子过得太好人们也就会生厌了。他们就是这样——于是方块就登基了!”
“结果是怎样呢?”小家伙问，不过红心杰克再也不开口了。他笔直地站着，望着那根燃着的红蜡烛。
结果就是如此。小家伙只好向方块杰克点头。他点了三次以后，方块杰克就从纸牌里跳出来，笔直地站着，说了这两个字：“蜡烛。”!
小家伙马上点起一根红蜡烛，放在他的面前。方块杰克举起他的戟致敬，同时把故事接着讲下去。我们现在把他的话一字不漏地引下来：
“接着方块国王就登基了!”他说，“这位国王的胸口上有一块玻璃，王后的胸口上也有一块玻璃，人们可以望见他们的内心，而他们的内脏和普通人也没有什么两样。他们是两个可爱的人，因此大家为他们建立了一个纪念碑。这个纪念碑竖了足足七年没有倒，虽然它是为了要永垂不朽而建立的。”
方块杰克敬了礼，于是就呆呆地望着那根红蜡烛。小小的威廉还来不及点头，梅花杰克就一本正经地走下来了，正好像一只鹳鸟在草地上走路的那副样儿。纸牌上的那朵梅花也飞下来了，像一只鸟儿似的向外飞走，而且它的翅膀越变越大。它在他头上飞过去，然后又飞回到墙边的那个白纸牌上来，钻到它原来的位置上去。梅花杰克和前面的那两位杰克不同，没有要求点一根蜡烛就讲话了：
“不是每一个人都能吃到两面涂满了黄油的面包的。我的国王和王后就没有吃到过。他们是最应该吃的，不过他们得先到学校里去学习国王不曾学过的东西。他们的胸口也有一块玻璃，不过人们看它的时候只是想知道它里面的机件出毛病没有。我了解情况，因为我一直就在为他们做事——我现在还在为他们做事，服从他们的命令。我听他们的话，我现在敬礼!”于是他就敬礼了。
威廉也为他点起一根蜡烛——一根雪白的蜡烛。
黑桃杰克忽然站出来了。他并没有敬礼，他的腿有点破。
“你们每个人都有了一根蜡烛，”他说，“我知道我也应该有一根!不过假如我们杰克都有一根，我们的主人就应该有三根了。我是最后一个到来，我们已经是很没有面子了，人们在圣诞节还替我起了一个绰号：故意把我叫做‘哭丧的贝尔①’，谁也不愿意我在纸牌里出现。是的，我还有一个更糟糕的名字——说出来真不好意思：人们把我叫做‘烂泥巴’。我这个人起初还是黑桃国王的骑士呢，但现在我可是最末的一个人了。我不愿意叙述我主人的历史。你是这位宫殿的所有人，如果你想知道的话，请你自己去想象吧。不过我们是在下降，不是在上升，除非有一天我们骑着枣红马向上爬，爬得比云还高。”
于是小小的威廉在每一个国王和每一个王后面前点了三根蜡烛，骑士的大殿里真是大放光明，比在最华贵的宫廷里还要亮。这些高贵的国王和王后们客客气气地彼此致敬，红心王后摇着她的金扇子，黑桃王后捻着她那朵金郁金香——它亮得像燃着的火，像燎着的焰花。这高贵的一群跳到大殿中来，舞着，一忽儿像火光;一忽儿像焰花。整个宫殿像一片焰火，威廉惊恐地跳到一边，大声地喊：“爸爸!妈妈!宫殿烧起来了!”宫殿在射出火花，在烧起来了：“现在我们骑着枣红马爬得很高，比云还要高，爬到最高的光辉灿烂中去。这正是合乎国王和王后的身份。杰克们跟上来吧!”
是的，威廉的宫殿和他的花纸牌就这样完事了。威廉现在还活着，也常常洗手。
他的宫殿烧掉了，这不能怪他。
①因为它的颜色是黑的;原文是Sorte Peer，直译即“黑色的贝尔”。
纸牌英文版：
The Court Cards
HOW many beautiful things may be cut out of and pasted on paper! Thus a castle was cut out and pasted, so large that it filled a whole table, and it was painted as if it were built of red stones. It had a shining copper roof, it had towers and a draw-bridge, water in the canals just like plate glass, for it was plate-glass, and in the highest tower stood a wooden watchman. He had a trumpet, but he did not blow it.
The whole belonged to a little boy, whose name was William. He raised the draw-bridge himself and let it down again, made his tin soldiers march over it, opened the castle gate and looked into the large and elegant drawing-room, where all the court cards of a pack—Hearts, Diamonds, Clubs, and Spades—hung in frames on the walls, like pictures in real drawing rooms. The kings held each a scepter, and wore crowns; the queens wore veils flowing down over their shoulders, and in their hands they held a flower or a fan; the knaves had halberds and nodding plumes.
One evening the little boy peeped through the open castle gate, to catch a glimpse of the court cards in the drawing room, and it seemed to him that the kings saluted him with their scepters, that the Queen of Spades swung the golden tulip which she held in her hand, that the Queen of Hearts lifted her fan, and that all four queens graciously recognized him. He drew a little nearer, in order to see better, and that made him hit his head against the castle so that it shook. Then all the four knaves of Hearts, Diamonds, Clubs, and Spades, raised their halberds, to warn him that he must not try to get in that way.
The little boy understood the hint, and gave a friendly nod; he nodded again, and then said: “Say something!” but the knaves did not say a word. However, the third time be nodded, the Knave of Hearts sprang out of the card, and placed himself in the middle of the floor.
“What is your name?” the knave asked the little boy. “You have clear eyes and good teeth, but your hands are dirty: you do not wash them often enough!”
Now this was rather coarse language, but, of course, not much politeness can be expected from a knave. He is only a common fellow.
“My name is William,” said the little boy, “and the castle is mine, and you are my Knave of Hearts!”
“No, I am not. I am my king’s and my queen’s knave, not yours!” said the Knave of Hearts. “I am not obliged to stay here. I can get down off the card, and out of the frame too, and so can my gracious king and queen, even more easily than I. We can go out into the wide world, but that is such a wearisome march; we have grown tired of it; it is more convenient, more easy, more agreeable, to be sitting in the cards, and just to be ourselves!”
“Have all of you really been human beings once?” asked little William.
“Human beings!” repeated the Knave of Hearts. “Yes, we have; but not so good as we ought to have been! Please now light a little wax candle (I like a red one best, for that is the color of my king and queen); then I will tell the lord of the castle—I think you said you were the lord of the castle, did you not?—our whole history; but for goodness’ sake, don’t interrupt me, for if I speak, it must be done without any interruption whatever. I am in a great hurry! Do you see my king, I mean the King of Hearts ? He is the oldest of the four kings there, for he was born first,—born with a golden crown and a golden apple. He began to rule at once. His queen was born with a golden fan; that she still has. They both were very agreeably situated, even from infancy. They did not have to go to school, they could play the whole day, build castles, and knock them down, marshal tin soldiers for battle, and play with dolls. When they asked for buttered bread, then there was butter on both sides of the bread, and powdered brown sugar, too, nicely spread over it. It was the good old time, and was called the Golden Age; but they grew tired of it, and so did I. Then the King of Diamonds took the reins of government!”
The knave said nothing more. Little William waited to hear something further, but not a syllable was uttered; so presently he asked,—“Well, and then ?”
The Knave of Hearts did not answer; he stood up straight, silent, bold, and stiff, his eyes fixed upon the burning wax candle. Little William nodded; he nodded again, but no reply. Then he turned to the Knave of Diamonds; and when he had nodded to him three times, up he sprang out of the card, in the middle of the floor, and uttered only one single word,—
“Wax candle!”
Little William understood what he meant, and immediately lighted a red candle, and placed it before him. Then the Knave of Diamonds presented arms, for that is a token of respect, and said:—“Then the King of Diamonds succeeded to the throne! He was a king with a pane of glass on his breast; also the queen had a pane of glass on her breast, so that people could look right into her. For the rest, they were formed like other human beings, and were so agreeable and so handsome, that a monument was erected in honor of them, which stood for seven years without falling. Properly speaking, it should have stood forever, for so it was intended; but from some unknown reasons, it fell.” Then the Knave of Diamonds presented arms, Out of respect for his king, and he looked fixedly on his red wax candle.
But now at once, without any nod or invitation from little William, the Knave of Clubs stepped out, grave and proud, like the stork that struts with such a dignified air over the green meadow. The black clover-leaf in the corner of the card flew like a bird beyond the knave, and then flew back again, and stuck itself where it had been sticking before.
And without waiting for his wax candle, the Knave of Clubs spoke:—
“Not all get butter on both sides of the bread, and brown powdered sugar on that. My king and queen did not get it. They had to go to school, and learn what they had not learnt before. They also had a pane of glass on their breasts, but nobody looked through it, except to see if there was not some. thing wrong with their works inside, in order to find, if possible, some reason for giving them a scolding! I know it; I have served my king and queen all my life-time; I know everything about them, and obey their commands. They bid me say nothing more to-night. 1 keep silent, therefore, and present arms!”
But little William was a kind-hearted boy, so he lighted a candle for this knave also, a shining white one, white like snow. No sooner was the candle lighted, than the Knave of Spades appeared in the middle of the drawing-room. He came hurriedly; yet he limped, as if he had a sore leg. Indeed, it had once been broken, and he had had, moreover, many ups and down in his life. He spoke as follows:—
“My brother knaves have each got a candle, and I shall also get one; I know that. But if we poor knaves have so much honor, our kings and queens must have thrice as much. Now, it is proper that my King of Spades and my Queen of Spades should have four candles to gladden them. An additional honor ought to be conferred upon them. Their history and trials are so doleful, that they have very good reason to wear mourning, and to have a grave-digger’s spade on their coat of arms. My own fate, poor knave that I am, is deplorable enough. In one game at cards, I have got the nickname of ‘Black Peter!’1 But alas! I have got a still uglier name, which, indeed, it is hardly the thing to mention aloud,” and then he whispered,—“In another game, I have been nicknamed ‘Dirty Mads!’2 I, who was once the King of Spades’ Lord Chamberlain! Is not this a bitter fate? The history of my royal master and queen I will not relate; they don’t wish me to do so! Little lord of the castle, as he calls himself, may guess it himself if he chooses, but it is very lamentable,—O, no doubt about that! Their circumstances have become very much reduced, and are not likely to change for the better, until we are all riding on the red horse higher than the skies, where there are no haps and mishaps!”
Little William now lighted, as the Knave of Spades had said was proper, three candles for each of the kings, and three for each of the queens; but for the King and Queen of Spades he lighted four candles apiece, and the whole drawing-room became as light and transparent as the palace of the richest emperor, and the illustrious kings and queens bowed to each other serenely and graciously. The Queen of Hearts made her golden fan bow; and the Queen of Spades swung her golden tulip in such a way, that a stream of fire issued from it. The royal couples alighted from the cards and frames, and moved in a slow and graceful minuet up and down the floor. They were dancing in the very midst of flames, and the knaves were dancing too.
But alas! the whole drawing-room was soon in a blaze; the devouring element roared up through the roof, and all was one crackling and hissing sheet of fire; and in a moment little William’s castle itself was enveloped in flames and smoke. The boy became frightened, and ran off, crying to his father and mother,—“Fire, fire, fire! my castle is on fire!“ He grew pale as ashes, and his little hands trembled like the aspen-leaf The fire continued sparkling and blazing, but in the midst of this destructive scene, the following words were uttered in a singing tone:—
“Now we are riding on the red horse, higher than the skies! This is the way for kings and queens to go, and this is the way for their knaves to go after them!“
Yes I that was the end of William’s castle, and of the court cards. William did not perish in the flames; he is still alive, and he washed his small bands, and said: “I am innocent of the destruction of the castle.“ And, indeed, it was not his fault that the castle was burnt down.
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