Andersen's Fairy Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 204 pages of information about Andersen's Fairy Tales.
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Andersen's Fairy Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 204 pages of information about Andersen's Fairy Tales.

“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 then I fell off the table, and got a bump, which I have still—­for it was not right of me to laugh.  But the whole now passes before me again in thought, and everything that I have lived to see; and these are the old thoughts, with what they may bring with them.

“Tell me if you still sing on Sundays?  Tell me something about little Mary!  And how my comrade, the other pewter soldier, lives!  Yes, he is happy enough, that’s sure!  I cannot bear it any longer!”

“You are given away as a present!” said the little boy.  “You must remain.  Can you not understand that?”

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