Prevod
V močvirju je živelo več zelo velikih družin kresničk in prijatelji, ki so bili ponoči budni, so jih zelo občudovali. Tu in tam se je kakšna mlada kresnička po naključju prebudila podnevi, odletela ven in lebdela nad glavami dnevnih prebivalcev. A takrat se zanjo ni nihče zmenil, saj je bila pri dnevni svetlobi videti kot čisto navaden hrošček in nikomur se ni zdelo vredno, da bi jo še enkrat pogledal. Edina posebnost je bila nežna lučka, ki je sijala iz njenega telesa, to pa je bilo mogoče videti samo ponoči.
Starejše kresničke so mlajšim govorile, naj podnevi čim več spijo, če hočejo vso noč prhutati in se razposajeno igrati. Večina jih je ubogala, dve mladi kresnički, ki jima je bilo več do spoznavanja sveta kakor do poslušanja starejših, pa sta radi ušli, medtem ko so druge sanjale. Vsaka se je imela za silno pomembno in bila prepričana, da druge, če jo bodo pogrešile, ves dan ne bodo niti zatisnile očesa.
Neke noči sta sklenili, da se bosta podnevi odpravili v najbolj oddaljeni kotiček močvirja. O njem sta slišali govoriti dve mladi pižmovki in zdelo se jima je, da bi utegnil biti drugačen od vsega, kar sta dotlej videli. Legli sta hkrati z drugimi in se pretvarjali, da sta zaspali. Ko je bila ena prepričana, da starejše kresničke že sanjajo, je iztegnila desno zadnjo nožico in se z njo dotaknila druge tik pod robom leve pokrovke. »Si pripravljena?« je zašepetala.
»Sem,« je odgovorila prijateljica, ki je bila manjša od obeh. »Potem pa pojdiva,« je rekla večja in se previdno odpravila po prstih vseh šestih nožic. Zunaj se je že danilo in videli sta, kam stopata, a saj veste, da je po neravnih tleh težko hoditi že po prstih dveh nog, zato si lahko predstavljate, kako mora biti šele s šestimi. Če imaš veliko nog, je marsikaj prijetno. Marsikaj pa je tudi težko. To je velika odgovornost.
Ko sta bili dovolj daleč od spečih sorodnic, sta privzdignili pokrovke, razprli krila in odleteli v najbolj oddaljeni kotiček močvirja. Ni ju bilo strah, da bi bili kaznovani, če bi ju zalotili, saj sta bili siroti in ni bilo nikogar, ki bi ju vzgajal. Bali pa sta se, da bi se druge kresničke prebudile in ju ozmerjale s »traparicama« ali »neumnima mladima hroščkoma«. Zdelo se jima je, da sta že dovolj stari, da poskrbita zase, in nista hoteli nobenih nasvetov.
»O, kakšen kraval bi zagnale, če bi vedele!« je vzkliknila Večja kresnička. »Mislijo, da nama morajo prav vse povedati,« je rekla Manjša kresnička.
»Menda sva zdaj že dovolj stari, da greva lahko sami na pot,« je rekla Večja kresnička. »Tudi jaz mislim tako,« je odgovorila Manjša kresnička. »Prav nič me ni strah, čeprav je svetlo, in vidim skoraj tako dobro kot ponoči.«
Prav tedaj se je proti njima pognal muhar in morali sta se skriti. Priletel je tako blizu, da sta mu lahko pogledali naravnost v grlo, ko je švignil mimo z odprtim kljunom. Kresnički sta se tako prestrašili, da so se jima tresle tipalnice.
»Ko bi se ta ptič rajši brigal zase,« je zagodrnjala Večja kresnička. »Saj se je prav za to brigal,« je rekel glas ob njima, ko se je skozi travo privila kača podveznica. Tedaj so se jima tipalnice spet zatresle, saj sta vedeli, da kače ne zajtrkujejo trave in jagod.
»Si že kdaj doživela takšno smolo?« je rekla Manjša kresnička. »Če niso ptiči, so pa kače.« »Naravnost grozno!« je odgovorila druga. »Nisem vedela, da je v močvirju toliko strašnih prebivalcev. Pa še oči me pečejo in ne vidim razločno.«
»Mene tudi,« je rekla Manjša kresnička. »Boš nocoj drugim kresničkam povedala vse, kar sva doživeli?« »Ne vem, ali bom,« je rekla Večja kresnička. »Naj me najprej vprašajo.«
Nato sta prispeli v oddaljeni kotiček močvirja in se splazili naokrog, da bi videli, kaj bosta našli. Oči so ju tako pekle, da sta stvari razločili šele čisto od blizu, zato ni imelo smisla letati. Kukali sta v hladne, temne kotičke pod listi smrdljivega zelja in legli k počitku na mehko mahovje. V kotu ob ograji je stalo nekaj lanskih stebel ščetice, togih in rjavih. Manjša kresnička je pristala na enem od njih, a ga tako naglo izpustila, da je padla na tla. »Av!« je zavpila. »Vse polno ostrih kaveljčkov ima!«
Medtem ko sta ležali na mahu in počivali, sta opazili nenavadno rastlino, ki je rasla v bližini. Imela je zelen in temno rdeč cvet, ki ni bil podoben nobenemu cvetu, kar sta jih kdaj videli. Listi so bili še bolj čudni. Vsak je bil čvrst in votel ter je poganjal naravnost iz tal, namesto da bi rasel iz stebla.
»V enega se bom splazila,« je rekla Večja kresnička. »Nekaj sladkega je v njem. Mislim, da bo veliko boljše od smrdljivega zelja.« Ujela je ravnotežje na vrhu svežega zelenega lista.
»Jaz grem pa v tega,« je rekla druga kresnička in pristala na robu lista z rjavo konico. »Znotraj je videti prijetno temno. O tem morava nocoj na zabavi pripovedovati, tudi če naju ne vprašajo.«
Nato sta skupaj izrekli kratko izštevanko, ki jo nekateri prebivalci mlake uporabljajo, kadar hočejo hkrati začeti: »Šop trave, blato, voda, hlod, pižmovka, kača, želva, žaba — zdaj v močvirje vodi pot!«
Ko sta izrekli »pot«, se je vsaka naglo spustila v svoj list. Nekaj časa je bilo vse tiho. Potem se je iz svežega zelenega lista zaslišalo čudno prhanje in dušenje, natanko enako pa tudi iz tistega z rjavo konico. Nato je šibek glasek v zelenem listu rekel: »Abruškrgl! V vodo sem padla.«
Drug šibek glasek je iz lista z rjavo konico odgovoril: »Grčaglust! Jaz tudi.« Na notranji strani vsakega lista je bilo veliko trdih dlačic, vse pa so bile obrnjene navzdol. Ko sta kresnički zdrsnili vanju, sta zlahka smuknili mimo dlačic in to se jima je zdelo še kar prijetno. Zdaj pa, ko sta v notranjosti prhali in se dušili ter hoteli zlesti ven, so jima te iste dlačice bodle v oči in se upirale njunim nožicam, tako da jima je bilo nadvse neprijetno. Tudi voda je že nekaj časa stala v listih in ni prav nič lepo dišala.
Morda bo najbolje, če ne povemo vsega, kar sta izrekli kresnički, saj sta bili utrujeni in čisto brez potrpljenja. Čez čas sta se nehali truditi, da bi zlezli ven, dokler si ne odpočijeta. Ko sta poskusili zadnjič, je sonce že zašlo in svetloba, ki je sijala iz njunih trebuščkov, je razsvetljevala zeleni sobici, v katerih sta tičali. Spočiti sta se dela lotili previdno, ne pa jezno in sunkovito kakor prej. Počasi, nožico za nožico, jima je uspelo splezati skozi odprtino na vrhu. Ko sta prilezli ven, sta zaslišali piskajoči glasek mlade miške: »O, od kod pa sta prišli ti svetli stvarci?«
Slišali sta tudi njeno mamo, ki je odgovorila: »To sta samo dve nespametni kresnički, ki sta ves dan tičali v listih vrčnice.« Ko sta nekaj pojedli, sta odleteli proti domu. Vedeli sta, da bosta na zabavo zamudili, in pričakovali sta, da bosta ob prihodu vse presenetili in razveselili. Med potjo sta se pogovarjali o tem. »Strašansko sem utrujena,« je rekla ena, »ampak najbrž bova morali plesati po zraku z drugimi, sicer bodo zagnale kraval.«
»Ja,« je rekla druga. »Vse je pokvarjeno, če naju ni zraven. Pa še povedati bova morali, kje sva bili in kaj sva počeli in koga sva videli, čeprav bi veliko rajši zaspali in nadomestili spanec, ki sva ga zamudili podnevi.«
Ko sta se približali sredini močvirja, sta presenečeni zagledali, da v blagem poletnem zraku utripa na stotine drobnih lučk, medtem ko njune prijateljice in sorodnice v mraku letajo sem ter tja. »No,« je rekla Večja kresnička, »mislim, da bi naju lahko počakale.«
»Pih!« je rekla Manjša kresnička. »Če ne znajo biti nič bolj vljudne, se pa ne bom igrala.« »Pa ko sva toliko hudega prestali,« je rekla Večja kresnička. »Muhar naju je skoraj pojedel, kača podveznica naju je prestrašila in ves dan sva bili zaprti v vrčnici. Niti s krilom ne bom mignila za to njihovo trapasto zabavo.«
Tako sta dve zelo utrujeni in čemerni mladi kresnički sedeli na lanskem rogozu in se kujali. Nihče ju ni opazil, ker sta sedeli in se njuna svetla trebuščka nista videla. Po dolgem času je na rogozu pristal starejši kresniček, da bi si odpočil, in ju našel. »Dober večer,« je rekel. »Sta plesali, dokler se nista utrudili?«
Spogledali sta se, a preden je katera utegnila spregovoriti, je poleg njiju pristal eden od njunih mladih prijateljev in vprašal isto. Tedaj je odgovorila Manjša kresnička. »Na potepu sva bili,« je rekla, »in nocoj ne pleševa.«
»Na potep gresta, pravita?« je vprašal starejši kresniček, ki je bil precej naglušen. »Upam, da se bosta imenitno imeli.« Nato se je priklonil in odletel.
»Nikar ne ostanita dolgo,« je dodal njun mladi prijatelj. »Brez vaju bomo tako osamljeni.« Ko je tudi on odšel, sta si ubežnici pogledali v oči. »Niti pogrešali naju niso!« sta vzkliknili. »Toliko hudega sva prestali, pa se nihče ne vznemirja. Brez naju so plesali.« Ubogi mali kresnički!
Odtlej sta bili veliko modrejši, saj sta spoznali, da dve mladi kresnički navsezadnje le nista tako neznansko pomembni. In da se jima, če se odločita početi reči, ki mladim kresničkam nikakor niso namenjene, kaj lahko zgodi marsikaj neprijetnega, druge kresničke pa bodo medtem še naprej jedle in plesale ter živele svoje življenje. Če hočeta biti srečni, morata spoštovati kresničje zakone.
Izvirnik
Several very large families of Fireflies lived in the marsh and were much admired by their friends who were awake at night. Once in a while some young Firefly who happened to awaken during the day would go out and hover over the heads of the daylight people. He never had any attention paid to him then, however, for during the day he seemed like a very commonplace little beetle and nobody even cared to look at him a second time. The only remarkable thing about him was the soft light that shone from his body, and that could only be seen at night.
The older Fireflies told the younger ones that they should get all the sleep they could during the daytime if they were to flutter and frisk all night. Most of them did this, but two young Fireflies, who cared more about seeing the world than they did about minding their elders, used to run away while the rest were dreaming. Each thought herself very important, and was sure that if the others missed her they wouldn't sleep a wink all day.
One night they planned to go by daylight to the farthest corner of the marsh. They had heard a couple of young Muskrats talking about it, and thought it might be different from anything they had seen. They went to bed when the rest did and pretended to fall asleep. When she was sure that the older Fireflies were dreaming, one of them reached over with her right hind leg and touched the other just below the edge of her left wing-cover. "Are you ready?" she whispered.
"Yes," answered the friend, who happened to be the smaller of the two.
"Come on, then," said the larger one, picking her way along on her six tiptoes. It was already growing light, and they could see where they stepped, but, you know, it is hard to walk over rough places on two tiptoes, so you can imagine what it must be on six. There are some pleasant things about having many legs. There are also some hard things. It is a great responsibility.
When well away from their sleeping relatives, they lifted their wing-covers, spread their wings, and flew to the farthest corner of the marsh. They were not afraid of being punished if caught, for they were orphans and had nobody to bring them up. They were afraid that if the other Fireflies awakened they would be called "silly" or "foolish young bugs." They thought that they were old enough to take care of themselves, and did not want advice.
"Oh, wouldn't they make a fuss if they knew!" exclaimed the Larger Firefly.
"They think we need to be told every single thing," said the Smaller Firefly.
"Guess we're old enough now to go off by ourselves," said the Larger Firefly.
"I guess so," answered the Smaller Firefly. "I'm not afraid if it is light, and I can see pretty near as well as I can at night."
Just then a Flycatcher darted toward them and they had to hide. He had come so near that they could look down his throat as he flew along with his beak open. The Fireflies were so scared that their feelers shook.
"I wish that bird would mind his own business," grumbled the Larger Firefly.
"That's just what he was doing," said a voice beside them, as a Garter Snake drew himself through the grass. Then their feelers shook again, for they knew that snakes do not breakfast on grass and berries.
"Did you ever see such luck?" said the Smaller Firefly. "If it isn't birds it is snakes."
"Perfectly dreadful!" answered the other. "I never knew the marsh to be so full of horrid people. Besides, my eyes are bothering me and I can't see plainly."
"So are mine," said the Smaller Firefly. "Are you going to tell the other Fireflies all about things to-night?"
"I don't know that I will," said the Larger Firefly. "I'll make them ask me first."
Then they reached the farther corner of the marsh and crawled around to see what they could find. Their eyes bothered them so that they could not see unless they were close to things, so it was useless to fly. They peeped into the cool dark corners under the skunk cabbage leaves, and lay down to rest on a bed of soft moss. A few stalks of last year's teazles stood, stiff and brown, in the corner of the fence. The Smaller Firefly alighted on one and let go in such a hurry that she fell to the ground. "Ouch!" she cried. "It has sharp hooks all over it."
While they were lying on the moss and resting, they noticed a queer plant growing near. It had a flower of green and dark red which was unlike any other blossom they had ever seen. The leaves were even queerer. Each was stiff and hollow and grew right out of the ground instead of coming from a stalk.
"I'm going to crawl into one of them," said the Larger Firefly. "There is something sweet inside. I believe it will be lots better than the skunk cabbage." She balanced herself on the top of a fresh green leaf.
"I'm going into this one," said the other Firefly, as she alighted on the edge of a brown-tipped leaf. "It looks nice and dark inside. We must tell about this at the party to-night, even if they don't ask us."
Then they repeated together the little verse that some of the pond people use when they want to start together:
"Tussock, mud, water, and log, Muskrat, Snake, Turtle, and Frog, Here we go into the bog!"
When they said "bog" each dropped quickly into her own leaf.
For a minute nobody made a sound. Then there was a queer sputtering, choking voice in the fresh green leaf and exactly the same in the brown-tipped one. After that a weak little voice in the green leaf said, "Abuschougerh! I fell into water."
Another weak voice from the brown-tipped one replied, "Gtschagust! So did I."
On the inside of each leaf were many stiff hairs, all pointing downward. When the Fireflies dropped in, they had brushed easily past these hairs and thought it rather pleasant. Now that they were sputtering and choking inside, and wanted to get out, these same hairs stuck into their eyes and pushed against their legs and made them exceedingly uncomfortable. The water, too, had stood for some time in the leaves and did not smell good.
Perhaps it would be just as well not to tell all the things which those two Fireflies said, for they were tired and out of patience. After a while they gave up trying to get out until they should be rested. It was after sunset when they tried the last time, and the light that shone from their bellies brightened the little green rooms where they were. They rested and went at it carefully, instead of in the angry, jerky way which they had tried before. Slowly, one foot at a time, they managed to climb out of the doorway at the top. As they came out, they heard the squeaky voice of a young Mouse say, "Oh, where did those bright things come from?"
They also heard his mother answer, "Those are only a couple of foolish Fireflies who have been in the leaves of the pitcher-plant all day."
After they had eaten something they flew toward home. They knew that it would be late for the party, and they expected to surprise and delight everybody when they reached there. On the way they spoke of this. "I'm dreadfully tired," said one, "but I suppose we shall have to dance in the air with the rest or they will make a fuss."
"Yes," said the other. "It spoils everything if we are not there. And we'll have to tell where we've been and what we've done and whom we have seen, when we would rather go to sleep and make up what we lost during the daytime."
As they came near the middle of the marsh they were surprised to see the mild summer air twinkling with hundreds of tiny lights as their friends and relatives flew to and fro in the dusk. "Well," said the Larger Firefly, "I think they might have waited for us."
"Humph!" said the Smaller Firefly. "If they can't be more polite than that, I won't play."
"After we've had such a dreadfully hard time, too," said the Larger Firefly. "Got most eaten by a Flycatcher and scared by a Garter Snake and shut up all day in the pitcher-plant. I won't move a wing to help on their old party."
So two very tired and cross young Fireflies sat on a last year's cat-tail and sulked. People didn't notice them because they were sitting and their bright bellies didn't show. After a long time an elderly Firefly came to rest on the cat-tail and found them. "Good evening," said he. "Have you danced until you are tired?"
They looked at each other, but before either could speak one of their young friends alighted beside them and said the same thing. Then the Smaller Firefly answered. "We have been away," said she, "and we are not dancing to-night."
"Going away, did you say?" asked the elderly Firefly, who was rather deaf. "I hope you will have a delightful time." Then he bowed and flew off.
"Don't stay long," added their young friend. "We shall be so lonely without you."
After he also was gone, the two runaways looked into each other's eyes. "We were not even missed!" they cried. "We had a bad time and nobody makes any fuss. They were dancing without us." Poor little Fireflies!
They were much wiser after that, for they had learned that two young Fireflies were not so wonderfully important after all. And that if they chose to do things which it was never meant young Fireflies should do, they would be likely to have a very disagreeable time, but that other Fireflies would go on eating and dancing and living their own lives. To be happy, they must keep the Firefly laws.
