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安徒生童话EVERYTHINGINTHERIGHTPLACE

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     1872
     FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN1 ANDERSEN
     EVERYTHING IN THE RIGHT PLACE
     by Hans Christian Andersen
     IT is more than a hundred years ago! At the border of the wood,
     near a large lake, stood the old mansion2: deep ditches surrounded it
     on every side, grew. Close by the
     drawbridge, near the gate, there was an old willow3 tree, which bent4
     over the reeds.
     From the narrow pass came the sound of bugles5 and the trampling6 of
     horses' feet; therefore a little girl who was watching the geese
     hastened to drive them away from the bridge, before the whole
     hunting party came galloping7 up; they came, however, so quickly,
     that the girl, in order to avoid being run over, placed herself on one
     of the high corner-stones of the bridge. She was still half a child
     and very delicately built; she had bright blue eyes, and a gentle,
     sweet expression. But such things the baron8 did not notice; while he
     was riding past the little goose-girl, he reversed his hunting crop,
      with it that she fell
     backward into the ditch.
     "Everything in the right place!" he cried. "Into the ditch with
     you."
     Then he burst out laughing, for that he called fun; the others
     joined in- the whole party shouted and cried, while the hounds barked.
     While the poor girl was falling she happily caught one of the
     branches of the willow tree, by the help of which she held herself
     over the water, and the dogs had disappeared through the gate, the girl endeavoured to scramble9 up, but the branch broke off,, had not a strong hand from above seized her at this moment. It was the hand of a pedlar; he had witnessed what had happened from a short distance, and now hastened to assist her.
     "Everything in the right place," he said, imitating the noble
     baron, and pulling the little maid up to the dry ground. He wished
     to put the branch back in the place it had been broken off, but it
     is not possible to put everything in the right place;" therefore he
     stuck the branch into the soft ground.
     "Grow and thrive if you can, and produce a good flute10 for them
     yonder at the mansion," he said; it would have given him great
      well thrashed.
     Then he entered the castle- but not the banqueting hall; he was too
     humble for that. No; he went to the servants' hall. The men-servants
     and maids looked over his stock of articles and bargained with him;
     loud crying and screaming were heard from the master's table above:
     they called it singing- indeed, they did their best. Laughter and
     the howls of dogs were heard through the open windows: there they were feasting and revelling11; wine and strong old ale were foaming12 in the glasses and jugs13; the favourite dogs ate with their masters; now and then the squires14 kissed one of these animals, after having wiped its mouth first with the tablecloth15 up, but only to make fun of him. The wine had got into their heads, and reason had left them. They poured beer into a stocking that he could drink with them, but quick. That's what they called fun, and it made them laugh. Then meadows, peasants, and farmyards were staked on one card and lost.
     "Everything in the right place!" the pedlar said when he had at
     last safely got out of Sodom and Gomorrah, as he called it. "The
     open high road is my right place; up there I did not feel at ease."
     The little maid, who was still watching the geese, nodded kindly
     to him as he passed through the gate.
     Days and weeks passed, and it was seen that the broken
     willow-branch which the peddlar had stuck into the ground near the
     ditch remained fresh and green- nay16, it even put forth17 fresh twigs;
     the little goose-girl saw that the branch had taken root, and was very
     pleased; the tree, so she said, was now her tree. While the tree was
     advancing, everything else at the castle was going backward, through
     feasting and gambling19, for these are two rollers upon which nobody
     stands safely. Less than six years afterwards the baron passed out
     of his castle-gate a poor beggar, while the baronial seat had been
     bought by a rich tradesman. He was the very pedlar they had made fun of and poured beer into a stocking for him to drink; bring one forward, and now the pedlar was the possessor of the baronial estate. From that time forward no card-playing was permitted there.
     "That's a bad pastime," he said; "when the devil saw the Bible for
     the first time he wanted to produce a caricature in opposition20 to
     it, and invented card-playing."
     The new proprietor21 of the estate took a wife, and whom did he
     take?- The little goose-girl, who had always remained good and kind,
     and who looked as beautiful in her new clothes as if she had been a
      about? time, but it really happened, and
     the most important events have yet to be told.
     It was pleasant and cheerful to live in the old place now: the
     , and the father looked after things out-of-doors,
     Where honesty leads the way, prosperity is sure to follow. The old
     mansion was repaired and painted, the ditches were cleaned and
     fruit-trees planted; all was homely22 and pleasant, and the floors
     were as white and shining as a pasteboard. In the long winter evenings
     the mistress and her maids sat at the spinning-wheel in the large
     hall; every Sunday the counsellor- this title the pedlar had obtained,
     although only in his old days- read aloud a portion from the Bible.
     The children all received the best education, but they were not all equally clever, as is the case in all families.
     In the meantime the willow tree near the drawbridge had grown up
     into a splendid tree, and stood there, free, and was never clipped.
     "It is our genealogical tree," said the old p

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