Andersen's fairy tales
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There were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers, who were all brothers, for they had been made out of the same ol tin spoon. They shouldered arms and looked straight before them, and wore a splendid uniform, red and blue. Th first thing in the world they ever heard were the words, "Tin soldiers!" uttered by a little boy, who clapped his hand with delight when the lid of the box, in which they lay, was taken off. They were given him for a birthday present and he stood at the table to set them up. The soldiers were all exactly alike, excepting one, who had only one leg he had been left to the last, and then there was not enough of the melted tin to finish him, so they made him t stand firmly on one leg, and this caused him to be very remarkable
Der var engang femogtyve tinsoldater, de var alle brødre, thi de var født af en gammel tinske. Geværet holdt de i armen og ansigtet satte de lige ud; rød og blå, nok så dejlig var uniformen. Det allerførste, de hørte i denne verden, da låget blev taget af æsken, hvori de lå, var det ord: "Tinsoldater!" Det råbte en lille dreng og klappede i hænderne; han havde fået dem, for det var hans fødselsdag, og stillede dem nu op på bordet. Den ene soldat lignede livagtig den anden, kun en eneste var lidt forskellig; han havde ét ben, thi han var blevet støbt sidst, og så var der ikke tin nok; dog stod han lige så fast på sit ene, som de andre på deres to, og det er just ham, som bliver mærkværdig.
The table on which the tin soldiers stood, was covered with other playthings, but the most attractive to the eye was a pretty little paper castle. Through the small windows the rooms could be seen. In front of the castle a number of little trees surrounded a piece of looking-glass, which was intended to represent a transparent lake. Swans, made of wax, swam on the lake, and were reflected in it. All this was very pretty, but the prettiest of all was a tiny little lady, who stood at the open door of the castle; she, also, was made of paper, and she wore a dress of clear muslin, with a narrow blue ribbon over her shoulders just like a scarf. In front of these was fixed a glittering tinsel rose, as large as her whole face. The little lady was a dancer, and she stretched out both her arms, and raised one of her legs so high, that the tin soldier could not see it at all, and he thought that she, like himself, had only one leg.
På bordet, hvor de blev stillet op, stod meget andet legetøj; men det, som faldt mest i øjnene, var et nydeligt slot af papir. Gennem de små vinduer kunne man se lige ind i salene. Udenfor stod små træer, rundt om et lille spejl, der skulle se ud som en sø; svaner af voks svømmede derpå og spejlede sig. Det var alt sammen nydeligt, men det nydeligste blev dog en lille jomfru, som stod midt i den åbne slotsdør; hun var også klippet ud af papir, men hun havde et skørt på af det klareste linon og et lille smalt blåt bånd over skulderen ligesom et gevandt; midt i det sad en skinnende paillet, lige så stor som hele hendes ansigt. Den lille jomfru strakte begge sine arme ud, for hun var en danserinde, og så løftede hun sit ene ben så højt i vejret, at tinsoldaten slet ikke kunne finde det og troede, at hun kun havde ét ben ligesom han.
"That is the wife for me," he thought; "but she is too grand, and lives in a castle, while I have only a box to live in, five-and-twenty of us altogether, that is no place for her. Still I must try and make her acquaintance." Then he laid himself at full length on the table behind a snuff-box that stood upon it, so that he could peep at the little delicate lady, who continued to stand on one leg without losing her balance.
"Det var en kone for mig!" tænkte han; "men hun er noget fornem, hun bor i et slot, jeg har kun en æske, og den er vi femogtyve om, det er ikke et sted for hende! Dog jeg må se at gøre bekendtskab!" Og så lagde han sig så lang han var bag en snustobaksdåse, der stod på bordet; der kunne han ret se på den lille fine dame, som blev ved at stå på ét ben, uden at komme ud af balancen.
When evening came, the other tin soldiers were all placed in the box, and the people of the house went to bed. Then the playthings began to have their own games together, to pay visits, to have sham fights, and to give balls. The tin soldiers rattled in their box; they wanted to get out and join the amusements, but they could not open the lid. The nut-crackers played at leap-frog, and the pencil jumped about the table. There was such a noise that the canary woke up and began to talk, and in poetry too. Only the tin soldier and the dancer remained in their places. She stood on tiptoe, with her legs stretched out, as firmly as he did on his one leg. He never took his eyes from her for even a moment.
Da det blev ud på aftnen, kom alle de andre tinsoldater i deres æske og folkene i huset gik til sengs. Nu begyndte legetøjet at lege, både at komme fremmede, føre krig og holde bal; tinsoldaterne raslede i æsken, for de ville være med, men de kunne ikke få låget af. Nøddeknækkeren slog kolbøtter, og griflen gjorde kommers på tavlen; det var et spektakel så kanariefuglen vågnede, og begyndte at snakke med, og det på vers. De to eneste, som ikke rørte sig af stedet, var tinsoldaten og den lille danserinde; hun holdt sig så rank på tåspidsen og begge armene udad; han var lige så standhaftig på sit ene ben, hans øjne kom ikke et øjeblik fra hende.
The clock struck twelve, and, with a bounce, up sprang the lid of the snuff-box; but, instead of snuff, there jumped up a little black goblin; for the snuff-box was a toy puzzle.
Nu slog klokken tolv, og klask, der sprang låget af snustobaksdåsen, men der var ingen tobak i, nej, men en lille sort trold, det var sådant et kunststykke.
"Tin soldier," said the goblin, "don't wish for what does not belong to you."
"Tinsoldat!" sagde trolden, "vil du holde dine øjne hos dig selv!"
But the tin soldier pretended not to hear.
Men tinsoldaten lod, som han ikke hørte det.
"Very well; wait till to-morrow, then," said the goblin.
"Ja bi til i morgen!" sagde trolden.
When the children came in the next morning, they placed the tin soldier in the window. Now, whether it was the goblin who did it, or the draught, is not known, but the window flew open, and out fell the tin soldier, heels over head, from the third story, into the street beneath. It was a terrible fall; for he came head downwards, his helmet and his bayonet stuck in between the flagstones, and his one leg up in the air.
Da det nu blev morgen, og børnene kom op, blev tinsoldaten stillet hen i vinduet, og enten det nu var trolden eller trækvind, lige med ét fløj vinduet op og soldaten gik ud på hovedet fra tredje sal. Det var en skrækkelig fart, han vendte benet lige i vejret, og blev stående på kasketten, med bajonetten nede imellem brostenene.
The servant maid and the little boy went down stairs directly to look for him; but he was nowhere to be seen, although once they nearly trod upon him. If he had called out, "Here I am," it would have been all right, but he was too proud to cry out for help while he wore a uniform.
Tjenestepigen og den lille dreng kom straks ned, for at søge; men skønt de var færdig ved at træde på ham, kunne de dog ikke se ham. Havde tinsoldaten råbt: Her er jeg! så havde de nok fundet ham, men han fandt det ikke passende at skrige højt, da han var i uniform.
Presently it began to rain, and the drops fell faster and faster, till there was a heavy shower. When it was over, two boys happened to pass by, and one of them said:
Nu begyndte det at regne, den ene dråbe faldt tættere end den anden, det blev en ordentlig skylle; da den var forbi, kom der to gadedrenge.
"Look, there is a tin soldier. He ought to have a boat to sail in."
"Se du!" sagde den ene, "der ligger en tinsoldat! Han skal ud at sejle!"
So they made a boat out of a newspaper, and placed the tin soldier in it, and sent him sailing down the gutter, while the two boys ran by the side of it, and clapped their hands. Good gracious, what large waves arose in that gutter! and how fast the stream rolled on! for the rain had been very heavy. The paper boat rocked up and down, and turned itself round sometimes so quickly that the tin soldier trembled; yet he remained firm; his countenance did not change; he looked straight before him, and shouldered his musket.
Og så gjorde de en båd af en avis, satte tinsoldaten midt i den, og nu sejlede han ned af rendestenen; begge drengene løb ved siden og klappede i hænderne. Bevar os vel! Hvilke bølger der gik i den rendesten, og hvilken strøm der var; ja det havde da også skylregnet. Papirsbåden vippede op og ned, og imellem så drejede den så gesvindt, så det dirrede i tinsoldaten; men han blev standhaftig, forandrede ikke en mine, så lige ud og holdt geværet i armen.
Suddenly the boat shot under a bridge which formed a part of a drain, and then it was as dark as the tin soldier's box.
Lige med ét drev båden ind under et langt rendestensbræt; der blev lige så mørkt, som om han var i sin æske.
"Where am I going now?" thought he. "This is the black goblin's fault, I am sure. Ah, well, if the little lady were only here with me in the boat, I should not care for any darkness."
"Hvor mon jeg nu kommer hen," tænkte han, "ja, ja, det er troldens skyld! Ak sad dog den lille jomfru her i båden, så måtte her gerne være én gang så mørkt endnu!"
Suddenly there appeared a great water-rat, who lived in the drain.
I det samme kom der en stor vandrotte, som boede under rendestensbrættet.
"Have you a passport?" asked the rat, "give it to me at once."
"Har du pas?" spurgte rotten. "Hid med passet!"
But the tin soldier remained silent and held his musket tighter than ever. The boat sailed on and the rat followed it. How he did gnash his teeth and cry out to the bits of wood and straw:
Men tinsoldaten tav stille og holdt endnu fastere på geværet. Båden fór af sted og rotten bag efter. Hu! hvor den skar tænder, og råbte til pinde og strå:
"Stop him, stop him; he has not paid toll, and has not shown his pass."
"Stop ham! Stop ham! Han har ikke betalt told! Han har ikke vist pas!"
But the stream rushed on stronger and stronger. The tin soldier could already see daylight shining where the arch ended. Then he heard a roaring sound quite terrible enough to frighten the bravest man. At the end of the tunnel the drain fell into a large canal over a steep place, which made it as dangerous for him as a waterfall would be to us.
Men strømmen blev stærkere og stærkere! Tinsoldaten kunne allerede øjne den lyse dag foran hvor brættet slap, men han hørte også en brusende lyd, der nok kunne gøre en tapper mand forskrækket; tænk dog, rendestenen styrtede, hvor brættet endte, lige ud i en stor kanal, det ville være for ham lige så farligt, som for os at sejle ned af et stort vandfald.
He was too close to it to stop, so the boat rushed on, and the poor tin soldier could only hold himself as stiffly as possible, without moving an eyelid, to show that he was not afraid. The boat whirled round three or four times, and then filled with water to the very edge; nothing could save it from sinking. He now stood up to his neck in water, while deeper and deeper sank the boat, and the paper became soft and loose with the wet, till at last the water closed over the soldier's head. He thought of the elegant little dancer whom he should never see again, and the words of the song sounded in his ears–
Nu var han allerede så nær derved, at han ikke kunne standse. Båden fór ud, den stakkels tinsoldat holdt sig så stiv han kunne, ingen skulle sige ham på, at han blinkede med øjnene. Båden snurrede tre fire gange rundt, og var fyldt med vand lige til randen, den måtte synke; tinsoldaten stod i vand til halsen og dybere og dybere sank båden, mere og mere løste papiret sig op; nu gik vandet over soldatens hoved, da tænkte han på den lille nydelige danserinde, som han aldrig mere skulle få at se; og det klang for tinsoldatens øre:
"Farewell, warrior! ever brave,
"Fare, fare, krigsmand!
Drifting onward to thy grave."
Døden skal du lide!"
Then the paper boat fell to pieces, and the soldier sank into the water and immediately afterwards was swallowed up by a great fish.
Nu gik papiret itu, og tinsoldaten styrtede igennem men blev i det samme slugt af en stor fisk.
Oh how dark it was inside the fish! A great deal darker than in the tunnel, and narrower too, but the tin soldier continued firm, and lay at full length shouldering his musket.
Nej, hvor det var mørkt derinde! Der var endnu værre, end under rendestensbrættet, og så var der så snævert; men tinsoldaten var standhaftig, og lå så lang han var med geværet i armen.
The fish swam to and fro, making the most wonderful movements, but at last he became quite still. After a while, a flash of lightning seemed to pass through him, and then the daylight approached, and a voice cried out, "I declare here is the tin soldier." The fish had been caught, taken to the market and sold to the cook, who took him into the kitchen and cut him open with a large knife. She picked up the soldier and held him by the waist between her finger and thumb, and carried him into the room. They were all anxious to see this wonderful soldier who had travelled about inside a fish; but he was not at all proud. They placed him on the table, and– how many curious things do happen in the world!– there he was in the very same room from the window of which he had fallen, there were the same children, the same playthings, standing on the table, and the pretty castle with the elegant little dancer at the door; she still balanced herself on one leg, and held up the other, so she was as firm as himself. It touched the tin soldier so much to see her that he almost wept tin tears, but he kept them back. He only looked at her and they both remained silent.
Fisken fór omkring, den gjorde de allerforfærdeligste bevægelser; endelig blev den ganske stille, der fór som en lynstråle gennem den. Lyset skinnede ganske klart og én råbte højt: "Tinsoldat!" Fisken var blevet fanget, bragt på torvet, solgt og kommet op i køknet, hvor pigen skar den op med en stor kniv. Hun tog med sine to fingre soldaten midt om livet og bar ham ind i stuen, hvor de alle sammen ville se sådan en mærkværdig mand, der havde rejst om i maven på en fisk; men tinsoldaten var slet ikke stolt. De stillede ham op på bordet og der nej, hvor det kan gå underligt til i verden! Tinsoldaten var i den selvsamme stue, han havde været i før, han så de selvsamme børn og legetøjet stod på bordet; det dejlige slot med den nydelige lille danserinde; hun holdt sig endnu på det ene ben og havde det andet højt i vejret, hun var også standhaftig; det rørte tinsoldaten, han var færdig ved at græde tin, men det passede sig ikke. Han så på hende og hun så på ham, men de sagde ikke noget.
Presently one of the little boys took up the tin soldier, and threw him into the stove. He had no reason for doing so, therefore it must have been the fault of the black goblin who lived in the snuff-box.
I det samme tog den ene af smådrengene og kastede soldaten lige ind i kakkelovnen, og han gav slet ingen grund derfor; det var bestemt trolden i dåsen, der var skyld deri.
The flames lighted up the tin soldier, as he stood, the heat was very terrible, but whether it proceeded from the real fire or from the fire of love he could not tell. Then he could see that the bright colors were faded from his uniform, but whether they had been washed off during his journey or from the effects of his sorrow, no one could say. He looked at the little lady, and she looked at him. He felt himself melting away, but he still remained firm with his gun on his shoulder. Suddenly the door of the room flew open and the draught of air caught up the little dancer, she fluttered like a sylph right into the stove by the side of the tin soldier, and was instantly in flames and was gone. The tin soldier melted down into a lump, and the next morning, when the maid servant took the ashes out of the stove, she found him in the shape of a little tin heart. But of the little dancer nothing remained but the tinsel rose, which was burnt black as a cinder.
Tinsoldaten stod ganske belyst og følte en hede, der var forfærdelig, men om det var af den virkelige ild, eller af kærlighed, det vidste han ikke. Kulørerne var rent gået af ham, om det var sket på rejsen eller det var af sorg, kunne ingen sige. Han så på den lille jomfru, hun så på ham, og han følte han smeltede, men endnu stod han standhaftig med geværet i armen. Da gik der en dør op, vinden tog i danserinden og hun fløj ligesom en sylfide lige ind i kakkelovnen til tinsoldaten, blussede op i lue og var borte; så smeltede tinsoldaten til en klat, og da pigen dagen efter tog asken ud, fandt hun ham som et lille tinhjerte; af danserinden derimod var der kun pailletten, og den var brændt kulsort.