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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.
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There were so many toys in the children’s room. On top of the cupboard stood the money box, made of earthenware in the shape of a pig. It had the usual slit in its back, and the slit had been widened with a knife so that silver dollars could go in too; two had gone in, besides a great many smaller coins. The money pig was so stuffed that he could no longer rattle, and that is the highest achievement a money pig can aspire to. There he stood on the top shelf, looking down at everything in the room. He knew very well that with what he had in his belly he could buy it all, and that is a comforting thought.
The others thought about it too, though they said nothing; after all, there were other things to talk about. A chest drawer stood ajar, and a large doll peeped out. She was rather old, and her neck had been riveted together. She looked out and said, “Shall we play at being people? That’s always something!” And then there was a commotion; even the pictures turned round on the wall, showing that they too had another side, though they did not mean to be contrary.
It was the middle of the night, and the moon shone through the window, providing free illumination. Now the game was to begin, and everything had been invited, even the perambulator, though it belonged among the rougher toys. “Everyone has their own worth!” it said. “We can’t all be nobility! Someone has to be useful, as they say!”
The money pig was the only one to receive a written invitation. He stood too high for them to think he could hear a spoken one, and he gave no answer as to whether he would come, for he was not coming. If he was to take part, he would have to enjoy it from home; they could arrange things accordingly, and so they did.
The little puppet theatre was set up at once so that he could look straight into it. They meant to begin with a play, followed by tea and intellectual exercises, and they began the latter straight away. The rocking horse talked about training and thoroughbreds, the perambulator about railways and steam power—all subjects within their own fields, which they could speak about with authority. The clock talked politics—tick, tick! It knew what the hour had struck, though people said it did not go quite right. The rattan cane stood proudly displaying its ferrule and silver knob; it was well shod at both ends. On the sofa lay two embroidered cushions, pretty and stupid—and now the play could begin.
They all sat watching, and were asked to crack, bang, and rumble as loudly as their pleasure prompted them. But the riding whip said he never cracked for the old, only for the unbetrothed. “I’ll bang for anything!” said the cracker. “One has to be somewhere!” observed the spittoon. Such were their various thoughts on being at the theatre. The play was no good, but it was well performed. All the players kept their painted sides turned outwards; they were only meant to be seen from one side, not from the back. And they all acted splendidly, right out in front of the theatre, for their strings were too long, but that only made them more noticeable. The riveted doll was so moved that her rivets came loose, and the money pig was so moved in his own way that he decided to do something for one of the players: to put him in his will as the one who should lie with him in an open grave when the time came.
It was such a treat that they gave up the tea and carried on with the intellectual exercises. This was what they called playing at being people, and there was no malice in it, for they were only playing—and each thought about himself and about what the money pig was thinking, and the money pig thought furthest ahead, for he was thinking about his will and his funeral—and when would that come about? Always sooner than one expects. Crack! Down he fell from the cupboard—there he lay on the floor in bits and pieces, while the coins danced and leapt. The smallest spun, the larger ones rolled, especially one of the silver dollars, who was determined to get out into the world. And so he did, and so did all the others. The pieces of the money pig went into the rubbish pail, but the very next day a new earthenware money pig stood on the cupboard. There was not a penny in him yet, so he could not rattle either; in that he resembled the other one. It was a beginning, at any rate—and with that we shall end!
Izvirnik
Pengegrisen
Naslednje strani prikazujejo izvirno besedilo za primerjavo.
Eventyr af Hans Christian Andersen
Der var så meget legetøj i børnenes stue; øverst på skabet stod sparebøssen, den var af lertøj, i skikkelse af en gris; den havde naturlig sprække i ryggen og sprækken var med en kniv gjort større, at der også kunne gå sølvdalere ind og der var gået to, foruden mange andre skillinger. Pengegrisen var så proppet, at han ikke længere kunne rasle, og det er det højeste en pengegris kan bringe det til. Dér stod han nu øverst på hylden og så ned på alt i stuen, han vidste nok at med hvad han havde i maven kunne han købe det hele, og det er at have en god bevidsthed.
Det tænkte de andre også på, om de ikke sagde det, der var jo andet at tale om. Kommodeskuffen stod på klem og der viste sig en stor dukke, noget gammel var hun og klinket i halsen; hun så ud, og sagde: "Skal vi nu lege mennesker, det er jo altid noget!" og så blev der et røre, selv skilderierne vendte sig på væggen, de viste, de også havde bagside, men det var ikke for at sige imod.
Det var midt om natten, Månen skinnede ind ad vinduet og gav fri belysning. Nu skulle legen begynde og alt var indbudt, selv barnevognen, der dog hørte til det grovere legetøj. "Enhver er god for sig!" sagde den, "man kan ikke alle være af adel! Nogen må gøre gavn, som man siger!"
Pengegrisen var den eneste, som fik indbydelsen skriftligt, han stod for højt til at de troede, at han kunne høre den mundtlig, og gav heller ikke svar om han kom, for han kom ikke; skulle han med, måtte han nyde det hjemmefra, det kunne de rette sig efter og det gjorde de.
Det lille dukketeater blev straks stillet op således at han kunne se lige ind i det; de ville begynde med komedie, og så skulle der være te og forstandsøvelse, og med den begyndte de straks; gyngehesten talte om træning og fuldblod, barnevognen om jernbaner og dampkraft – det var jo alt sammen noget der hørte til deres fag og som de kunne tale om. Stueuret talte om politik – tik – tik! det vidste hvad klokken var slået, men man sagde at det gik ikke rigtigt. Spanskrørsstokken stod og var stolt af sin dupsko og sølvknap, han var jo beslået foroven og forneden; i sofaen lå to broderede puder, de var nydelige og dumme – og så kunne komedien begynde.
Alle sad de og så til, og der blev bedt om at man ville smælde, knalde og rumle, ligesom man var fornøjet til. Men ridepisken sagde, at han aldrig smældede for de gamle, men kun for de uforlovede. "Jeg knalder for alt!" sagde knaldperlen. "Ét sted skal man jo være!" mente spyttebakken; det var nu sådan enhvers tanke ved at være på komedie. Stykket duede ikke, men det blev godt givet; alle de spillende vendte den malede side udad, de var kun til at se på én led, ikke på vrangen; og alle spillede de udmærket, helt forud af teatret, tråden var for lang i dem, men så blev de mere mærkbare. Den klinkede dukke blev så betaget, at hun blev løs i klinken og pengegrisen blev på sin måde så betaget at han besluttede at gøre noget for en af dem, sætte ham i sit testamente, som den, der skulle ligge i åben begravelse med ham når den tid kom.
Det var en sand nydelse, så at man opgav tevandet og blev ved forstandsøvelsen, det kaldte man at lege mennesker og der var ingen ondskab deri, for de legede kun – og hver tænkte på sig og på hvad pengegrisen tænkte, og pengegrisen tænkte længst, han tænkte jo på testamente og begravelse – og når kom det i stand – altid før man venter det. – Knak! der lå han fra skabet – lå på gulvet i stumper og stykker, mens skillingerne dansede og sprang; de mindste snurrede, de store trillede, især den ene sølvdaler, han ville ordentlig ud i verden. Og det kom han og det kom de alle sammen; og skårene af pengegrisen kom i bøtten, men på skabet selv stod igen næste dag en ny pengegris af lertøj, der var endnu ikke en skilling i den, derfor kunne den heller ikke rasle, deri lignede han den anden, det var altid en begyndelse – og med den vil vi ende!
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