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Andersenove pravljice · Hans Christian AndersenO besedilu
Pleši, pleši, punčka moja!
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O izvirniku
Andersenove pravljice
Literarne pravljice z nežnostjo, bolečino in ostrim občutkom za čudežno. Bralni jezik je English, izvirnik pa prihaja iz vira Andersenove pravljice v jeziku Dansk.
Besedilo
Pleši, pleši, punčka moja!
“Yes, that is certainly a song for very little children!” Aunt Malle declared. “Try as I may, I cannot make sense of it!” But little Amalie could; she was only three years old, played with dolls, and brought them up to be just as wise as Aunt Malle.
A student came to the house to help the brothers with their lessons. He talked a great deal to little Amalie and her dolls, and quite differently from everyone else. The little girl thought it such fun, yet Aunt Malle said he had no idea how to deal with children; their little heads could not possibly hold such talk. Little Amalie’s could, and she even learned a whole song by heart from the student: “Dance, Dance, Little Doll of Mine!” She sang it to her three dolls. Two were new, one a young lady and the other a gentleman, but the third doll was old and was called Lise. She too heard the song, and had a part in it.
Dance, dance, little doll of mine! See the lady, dressed so fine! And her gentleman is too, hat and gloves, and coat of blue, trousers white as driven snow, and a corn upon his big toe.
He is fine, and she is fine. Dance, dance, little doll of mine! Here is dear old Mother Lise, last year’s doll, if you please; flaxen hair, all fresh and new, forehead washed with butter too;
now she’s quite a girl again. Come along, my dear old friend! All three of you shall dance for me. It’s worth paying just to see. Dance, dance, little doll of mine! Mind your steps and keep in line!
Turn your foot out, stand up straight, look how slim and sweet and light! Curtsy, turn, and spin around, nothing could be half so sound! What a pretty sight to see. You are sweet, all three!
And the dolls understood the song, little Amalie understood it, and the student understood it; he had written it himself and said it was quite excellent. Only Aunt Malle did not understand it; she had climbed beyond the fence of childishness. “Foolishness!” she called it. But little Amalie had not; she sings the song.
It is from her that we have it.
Izvirnik
"Danse, danse dukke min!"
Naslednje strani prikazujejo izvirno besedilo za primerjavo.
Eventyr af Hans Christian Andersen "Ja, det er nu en vise for meget små børn!" forsikrede tante Malle; "jeg kan med bedste vilje ikke følge med!" Men lille Amalie kunne det; hun var kun tre år, legede med dukker og opdrog disse til at blive lige så kloge, som tante Malle. Der kom en student i huset; han læste lektier med brødrene; han talte så meget til den lille Amalie og hendes dukker, talte ganske anderledes end alle andre; det var så morsomt, fandt den lille, og dog sagde tante Malle, at han slet ikke forstod at omgås børn; de små hoveder kunne umuligt bære den snak. Lille Amalie kunne det, ja lærte endogså udenad af studenten en hel vise: "Danse, danse dukke min!" og hun sang den for sine tre dukker, de to var nye, den ene en frøken, den anden et mandfolk, men den tredje dukke var gammel og hed Lise. Hun fik også sangen at høre og var med i den.
Danse, danse dukke min! nej, hvor frøkenen er fin! kavaleren ligeså, han har hat og handsker på, bukser hvide, kjole blå, ligtorn på den store tå. Han er fin, og hun er fin. Danse, danse dukke min! Her er gamle Lisemor! hun er dukke fra i fjor; håret nyt, det er af hør, panden vasket er med smør;
hun er ganske ung igen. Kom du med, min gamle ven! I skal danse alle tre. Det er penge værd at se. Danse, danse dukke min! gør de rette dansetrin! foden ud ad, hold dig rank, så er du så sød og slank! neje, dreje, snurre rundt, det er overmåde sundt! Det er nydeligt at se. I er søde alle tre!
Og dukkerne forstod visen, lille Amalie forstod den, studenten forstod den; han havde selv digtet den og sagde, at den var så udmærket; kun Tante Malle forstod den ikke; hun var kommet ud over barnlighedens plankeværk, "pjankeværk!" sagde hun, men det var ikke lille Amalie, hun synger den. Fra hende har vi den.
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