"Sit down! sit down!" said they. "Ugh! how I creak; now I shall certainly get the gout, like the old clothespress, ugh!"And then the little boy came into the room where the projecting windows were, and where the old man sat."I thank you for the pewter soldier, my little friend!" said the old man. "And I thank you because you come over to me.""Thankee! thankee!" or "cranky! cranky!" sounded from all the furniture; there was so much of it, that each article stood in the other's way, to get a look at the little boy.In the middle of the wall hung a picture representing a beautiful lady, so young, so glad, but dressed quite as in former times, with clothes that stood quite stiff, and with powder in her hair; she neither said "thankee, thankee!" nor "cranky, cranky!" but looked with her mild eyes at the little boy, who directly asked the old man, "Where did you get her?""Yonder, at the broker's," said the old man, "where there are so many pictures hanging. No one knows or cares about them, for they are all of them buried; but I knew her in by-gone days, and now she has been dead and gone these fifty years!"Under the picture, in a glazed frame, there hung a bouquet of withered flowers; they were almost fifty years old; they looked so very old!The pendulum of the great clock went to and fro, and the hands turned, and everything in the room became still older; but they did not observe it."They say at home," said the little boy, "that you are so very, very lonely!""Oh!" said he. "The old thoughts, with what they may bring with them, come and visit me, and now you also come! I am very well off!"Then he took a book with pictures in it down from the shelf; there were whole long processions and pageants, with the strangest characters, which one never sees now-a-days; soldiers like the knave of clubs, and citizens with waving flags: the tailors had theirs, with a pair of shears held by two lions--and the shoemakers theirs, without boots, but with an eagle that had two heads, for the shoemakers must have everything so that they can say, it is a pair! Yes, that was a picture book!The old man now went into the other room to fetch preserves, apples, and nuts--yes, it was delightful over there in the old house."I cannot bear it any longer!" said the pewter soldier, who sat on the
drawers. "It is so lonely and melancholy here! But when one has been in a family circle one cannot accustom oneself to this life! I cannot bear it any longer! The whole day is so long, and the evenings are still longer! Here it is not at all as it is over the way at your home, where your father and mother spoke so pleasantly, and where you and all your sweet children made such a delightful noise. Nay, how lonely the old man is--do you think that he gets kisses? Do you think he gets mild eyes, or a Christmas tree? He will get nothing but a grave! I can bear it no longer!""You must not let it grieve you so much," said the little boy. "I find it so
very delightful here, and then all the old thoughts, with what they may bring
with them, they come and visit here.""Yes, it's all very well, but I see nothing of them, and I don't know them!" said the pewter soldier. "I cannot bear it!""But you must!" said the little boy.Then in came the old man with the most pleased and happy face, the most delicious preserves, apples, and nuts, and so the little boy thought no more about the pewter soldier.The little boy returned home happy and pleased, and weeks and days passed away, and nods were made to the old house, and from the old house, and then the little boy went over there again.The carved trumpeters blew, "Trateratra! There is the little boy! Trateratra!"
and the swords and armor on the knights' portraits rattled, and the silk gowns
rustled; the hog's leather spoke, and the old chairs had the gout in their
legs and rheumatism in their backs: Ugh! it was exactly like the first time,
for over there one day and hour was just like another."I cannot bear it!" said the pewter soldier. "I have shed pewter tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change. I cannot bear it longer! Now, I know what it is to have a visit from one's old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant thing in the end; I was at last about to jump down from the drawers."I saw you all over there at home so distinctly, as if you really were here; it was again that Sunday morning; all you children stood before the table and sung your Psalms, as you do every morning. You stood devoutly with folded hands; and father and mother were just as pious; and then the door was opened, and little sister Mary, who is not two years old yet, and who always dances when she hears music or singing, of whatever kind it may be, was put into the room--though she ought not to have been there--and then she began to dance, but could not keep time, because the tones were so long; and then she stood, first on the one leg, and bent her head forwards, and then on the other leg, and bent her head forwards--but all would not do. You stood very seriously all together, although it was difficult enough; but I laughed to myself, and I fell off the table, and got a bump, which I have still--for it was not right of me to laugh.
“请坐吧！请坐吧！”它们说。“啊，我的身体真要裂开了！像那个老碗柜一样，我想我一定得了痛风病！我背上得了痛风病，噢！”不一会儿孩子走进一个客厅，那个吊窗就在这儿，那个老人也在这儿。“亲爱的小朋友，多谢你送给我的锡兵！”老人说，“多谢你来看我！”“谢谢！谢谢！”——也可以说是——“嘎！啪！”这是所有的家具讲的话。它们的数目很多，当它们都来看这孩子的时候，它们几乎挤做一团。墙中央挂着一个美丽女子的画像。她的样子很年轻和快乐，但是却穿着古时的衣服；她的头发和挺直的衣服都扑满了粉。她既不说“ 谢谢”，也不说“啪”；她只是用温和的眼睛望着这个小孩子。他当时就问这老人：“您从什么地方弄到这张像的？”“从对面的那个旧货商人那里！”老人说。“那儿挂着许多画像。谁也不认识他们，也不愿意去管他们，因为他们早就被埋葬掉了。不过从前我认识这个女子，现在她已经死了，而且死了半个世纪啦。”在这幅画下边，在玻璃的后面，挂着一个枯萎了的花束。它们无疑也有半个世纪的历史，因为它们的样子也很古老。那个大钟的摆摇来摇去；钟上的针在转动。这房间里每件东西在时时刻刻地变老，但是人们却不觉得。小孩子说：“家里的人说，你一直是非常孤独的！”“哎，”老人说，“旧时的回忆以及与回忆相联的事情，都来拜访，现在你也来拜访了！我感到非常快乐！”于是他从书架上取出一本画册：那里面有许多我们现在见不到的华丽的马车行列，许多打扮得像纸牌上的“贾克”的兵士和挥着旗子的市民。裁缝挥着的旗帜上绘着一把由两只狮子抬着的大剪刀；鞋匠挥着的旗子上绘有一只双头鹰——不是靴子，因为鞋匠必须把一切东西安排得使人一看就说：“那是一双。”是的，就是这样的一本画册！老人走到另外一个房间里去拿出一些蜜饯、苹果和硬壳果来——这个老房子里的一切东西真是可爱。“我再也忍受不了！”立在五斗柜上的那个锡兵说。“这儿是那么寂寞，那么悲哀。一个惯于过家庭生活的人，在这儿实在住不下去！我再也忍受不了！日子已经够长了，而晚间却是更长！这儿的情形跟他们那儿的情形完全不一样。你的爸爸和妈妈总是愉快地在一起聊天，你和别的一些可爱的孩子也发出高兴的闹声。嗨！这个老人，他是多么寂寞啊！你以为他会得到什么吻么？你以为会有人温和地看他一眼么？或者他会有一棵圣诞树么？他什么也没有，只有等死！我再也忍受不了！”“你不能老是从悲哀的角度去看事情呀！”小孩子说。“我觉得这儿什么东西都可爱！而且旧时的回忆以及与回忆相联的事情都到这儿来拜访！”
“是的，但是我看不见它们，也不认识它们！”锡兵说。“我再也忍受不了！”“你要忍受下去。”小孩子说。这时老人带着一副最愉快的面孔和最甜美的蜜饯、苹果以及硬壳果走来了。小孩子便不再想起锡兵了。这个小年轻人，怀着幸福和高兴的心情，回到家来。许多日子、许多星期过去了。和对面那个老房子，又有许多往返不停的点头。最后小孩子又走过去拜访了。那些雕刻的号手又吹起：“嗒—啦—啦，嗒—啦—啦！小朋友又来了！嗒—啦—啦！”接着那些骑士身上的剑和铠甲又响起来了，那些绸衣服又沙沙地动起来了。那些猪皮又讲起话来了，那些老椅子的背上又有痛风病了。噢！这跟头一次来的时候完全一样，因为在这儿，这一天，这一点钟完全跟另一天，另一点钟是一样。“我再也忍受不了！”锡兵说。“我已经哭出了锡眼泪！这儿是太悲哀了！我宁愿上战场，牺牲掉我的手和脚——这种生活总算还有点变化。我再也忍受不了！现在我才懂得，回忆以及与回忆相联的事情来拜访是一种什么味道！我的回忆也来拜访了。请相信我，结果并不是太愉快。我几乎要从五斗柜上跳下来了。你们在对面房子里面的情形，我看得清清楚楚，好像你们就在这儿一样。又是一个礼拜天的早晨——你们都很熟悉的一天！你们孩子们围着桌子站着，唱你们每天早晨唱的圣诗。你们把手合在一起，庄严地站着；爸爸和妈妈也是同样地庄严。于是门开了，小妹妹玛利亚被领进来了——她还不到两岁；无论什么时候，只要她听到音乐或歌声，而且不管什么音乐或歌声，她就跳起舞来。她还不大会跳，但是她却要马上跳起来，虽然她跳得不合拍子，因为拍子是太长了。她先用一只腿站着，把头向前弯，然后又用另一只腿站着，又把头向前弯，可是这次却弯得不好。你们都站着不做一声，虽然这是很困难的。但是我在心里却笑起来了，因此我就从桌上滚下来了，而且还跌出一个包来——这个包现在还在——因为我笑是不对的。 |
