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Mother's Nursery Tales · Katharine Pyle
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O besedilu

Žebelj

Vir
Mother's Nursery Tales
Avtor
Katharine Pyle
Jezik branja
Slovenščina
Jezik izvirnika
English
Čas branja
2 min branja
Obseg
2 strani
Naslov izvirnika
027 The Nail

O izvirniku

Mother's Nursery Tales

Štiriintrideset zgodovinskih literarnih priredb starejših pravljic, ki jih je Pyle tudi ilustrirala. Bralni jezik je Slovenščina, izvirnik pa prihaja iz vira Mother's Nursery Tales v jeziku English.

Besedilo

Žebelj

Neki trgovec je trgoval v daljnem mestu in zaslužil veliko denarja, ki ga je zdaj nosil domov. Jezdil je v naglici, saj je vedel, da ne bo miren, dokler zlata ne zaklene v domačo zakladnico.

Sredi dopoldneva se je ustavil v gostilni, da bi napojil konja. »Gospod,« mu je rekel hlevar, ki mu je stregel, »v podkvi vašega konja se je razmajal žebelj.«

»Nič zato,« je odgovoril trgovec. »Mudi se mi in podkev bo morala zdržati takšna, kakršna je, dokler ne pridem domov.« Malo pozneje se je ustavil pri drugi gostilni. »Gospod,« je rekel hlevar, »vašemu konju se je razmajala podkev. Naj ga odpeljem k bližnjemu kovaču, da mu jo pritrdi?«

»Ne,« je odgovoril trgovec, »nimam časa čakati. Pred mrakom moram biti doma.« Trgovec je jezdil naprej, toda kmalu je njegov konj začel šepati. Šepal je čedalje bolj, dokler se ni nazadnje sredi globokega gozda spotaknil in padel ter ni mogel več vstati.

Trgovec je obupal. Mračilo se je in kazalo je, da mu ne preostane drugega, kakor da prenoči v gozdu. Vendar je v bližini odkril hišo in starka, ki je skrbela zanjo, mu je obljubila hrano in prenočišče.

Ko se je trgovec odpravil v zgornje nadstropje spat, je vrečko z zlatom položil pod vzglavnik. Nameraval je bedeti vso noč, a bil je zelo utrujen in kmalu so se mu proti njegovi volji zaprle oči ter je trdno zaspal.

Hiša pa je pripadala tolpi razbojnikov in starka je bila njihova gospodinja. Kmalu zatem, ko je trgovec zaspal, so se razbojniki vrnili domov. Gospodinja jim je povedala o bogatašu, ki je prišel v hišo med njihovo odsotnostjo, in o tem, kako mu je dala posteljo za čez noč.

Razbojniki so odšli v trgovčevo sobo v zgornjem nadstropju. Ko so videli, da spi, so mu izpod vzglavnika ukradli vrečko z denarjem in jo odnesli. Zjutraj, ko se je trgovec zbudil, je segel pod vzglavnik po vrečko, vendar je ni bilo več. Glasno je klical, a nihče mu ni odgovoril. Preiskal je hišo od vrha do tal, vendar ni našel nikogar.

Tako je trgovec izgubil zlato in konja. »In vse to,« je rekel, »ker se mi je tako mudilo, da se nisem hotel ustaviti, da bi konju zabili žebelj v podkev. Resničen je pregovor: ‘Hiti počasi.’«

Izvirnik

027 The Nail

Naslednje strani prikazujejo izvirno besedilo za primerjavo.

A merchant had been trading in a far city and had made much money, which he was now bringing home with him. He rode in haste, for he knew he would not feel easy until he had locked away the gold in his strong room at home.

Toward the middle of the morning he stopped at an inn to give his horse water. “Sir,” said the ostler who waited on him, “a nail is loose in your horse’s shoe.”

“No matter,” answered the merchant. “I am in haste, and the shoe must go as it is till I get home.”

A little later he stopped at another inn. “Sir,” said the ostler, “your horse’s shoe is loose; shall I not take him to the blacksmith near by and have the shoe fastened on?”

“No,” answered the merchant, “I have not time to wait. I must be home before nightfall.”

The merchant rode still farther, but presently his horse began to limp. It limped more and more, until at last, in the very midst of a deep forest, it stumbled and fell, and could not get up again.

The merchant was in despair. Dusk was coming on, and there seemed nothing for it but to spend the night in the forest. However, he discovered a house near by, and the old woman who was in charge of it promised him food and a lodging for the night.

When the merchant went up to bed he put his bag of gold under his pillow. He meant to watch all night, but he was very tired, and presently, in spite of himself his eyes closed and he fell into a deep sleep.

Now this house belonged to a band of robbers, and the old woman was their housekeeper. Soon after the merchant was asleep the robbers came home. The housekeeper told them of the rich man who had come to the house while they were away, and of how she had given him a bed for the night.

The robbers went up to the merchant’s room and finding him asleep they stole the bag of money from under his pillow, and made off with it.

In the morning, when the merchant awoke, he felt under his pillow for the bag, but it was gone. He called aloud, but no one answered. He searched the house from top to bottom, but could find nobody.

So the merchant lost both his gold and his horse. “And all,” said he, “because I was in such haste that I would not stop for a nail to be put in my horse’s shoe. It is a true saying—‘the more haste the less speed.’”