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Slamica, ogelček in fižolček
011 The Straw, the Coal, and the Bean
Mother's Nursery Tales · Katharine PyleO besedilu
Slamica, ogelček in fižolček
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- Mother's Nursery Tales
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- Katharine Pyle
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- 011 The Straw, the Coal, and the Bean
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
Slamica, ogelček in fižolček
Fižolček in žareč ogel sta se srečala na cesti, in ker sta se oba kotalila v isto smer, sta se kmalu spoprijateljila.
Kmalu se jima je pridružila slamica in vsi trije so se zapletli v pogovor. Vsi so se odpravili po svetu iskat srečo. »Prava sreča je, da lahko takole potujem naokrog,« je rekel fižolček. »Če ne bi bil tako krepak in poskočen fant, bi me do zdaj že skuhali v juhi. Gospodinja me je hotela vreči v lonec skupaj s kopico drugih fižolčkov, a mi je uspelo zdrsniti med njenimi prsti in se odkotaliti skozi vrata ter po stopnicah navzdol, ne da bi sploh opazila, da me ni več.«
»To si pa prebrisano ukanil,« je rekel žareči ogel. »Tudi jaz sem živahen fant. Mene in moje brate so naložili na ogenj, da bi segreli kotel, a sem skočil iz ognja in bil tako vroč, da se me kuharica ni upala dotakniti. Z nogo me je odrinila skozi vrata in zdaj lahko svobodno hodim po svetu, kakor me je volja, in iščem srečo.«
Slamica je vzdihnila. »Jaz pa nikoli nisem bila tako poskočna,« je rekla. »Vedno sem šla tja, kamor me je odnesel veter. Kmet je nabral celo naročje slame, da bi nastlal kravi, a me je veter dvignil in odnesel — in zdaj sem tukaj.«
Medtem ko so se takole pogovarjali, so tovariši prišli do potoka, ki jim je prekrižal pot, saj niso vedeli, kako bi ga prečkali. Slamico bi že prvi piš vetra zlahka ponesel čez, za druga dva pa ta način ni prišel v poštev.
»Poslušajta!« je rekla slamica. »Dovolj dolga sem, da sežem od enega brega do drugega. Legla bom čez potok kakor most, potem pa bosta lahko oba šla po meni na drugo stran, ne da bi se zmočila.«
Druga dva sta se rada strinjala s tem načrtom, zato je slamica legla čez potok. »Pojdi ti prvi,« je rekel fižolček, saj je bil previden fant in je hotel videti, ali je most varen, preden bi se še sam podal nanj.
Ogel pa je bil uren in ognjevit. Stekel je na slamico, toda na polovici poti se mu je zvrtelo in moral se je ustaviti. »Hitro! Hitro!« je zavpila slamica. »Gorim!« Ogel je bil namreč še vedno zelo vroč.
»Počakaj,« je rekel ogel in lovil ravnotežje. »Samo trenutek!« Toda slamica ni mogla počakati niti trenutka. Ogel jo je prežgal in oba sta padla v vodo, ogel pa je ob padcu zasičal.
Fižolčku se je to zdelo tako smešno, da se je začel smejati. Smejal se je in smejal, tako silno, da mu je nazadnje počila kožica. To bi bil njegov konec, če ne bi prav takrat mimo prišel krojač.
»Na pomoč! Na pomoč!« je klical fižolček. Krojač se je ozrl naokrog in zagledal fižolčka, ki je ležal na tleh. Pobral ga je in kaj hitro ugotovil, kaj je narobe z njim. »To razpoko bo pa lahko zašiti,« je rekel, naglo potegnil na plan šivanko in nit ter v hipu zašil fižolčka. Na nesrečo je imel le črno nit in šivi so fižolčku vzdolž boka naredili črno črto. In če pogledate, boste videli, da ima vse od takrat vsak fižolček te vrste na eni strani črno črto.
Izvirnik
011 The Straw, the Coal, and the Bean
Naslednje strani prikazujejo izvirno besedilo za primerjavo.
A bean and a hot coal met each other on the highroad, and as they were both rolling along in the same direction they soon struck up a friendship.
Presently they were joined by a straw, and the three began talking together. They were all going out in the world to seek their fortunes.
“It is just a bit of luck that I can travel about in this way,” said the bean. “If I had not been a stout active fellow I would have been boiled into soup by now. The mistress was about to throw me into the pot with a lot of other beans, but I managed to slip through her fingers and rolled out through the doorway and down the steps without her even noticing I was gone.”
“That was a clever trick,” said the hot coal. “I, too, am a lively chap. I and my brothers were set to heat a kettle, but I jumped out of the fire, and I was so hot the cook did not dare to touch me. She pushed me out of doors with her foot, and now I am free to go about the world as I choose, and seek my fortune.”
The straw sighed. “I was never as active as that,” she said. “Always wherever the wind blew me I went. The farmer had picked up a whole armful of straws to make a bed for the cow; but the wind caught me up and carried me off—and here I am.”
While they were talking in this way the comrades came to a brook, and this stopped their journey, for they did not know how to get across. The straw could easily have sailed over on the first puff of wind, but that way would not do for the other two.
“Listen!” said the straw. “I am long enough to reach from one side of the stream to the other. I will lay myself across it like a bridge, and then you can both walk on over me without getting wet.”
To this plan the other two were glad to agree, so the straw laid herself across the stream.
“You go first,” said the bean, for he was a cautious fellow, and wanted to see whether the bridge was safe before he tried it.
The coal, however, was quick and fiery. He ran out on the straw, but half-way over he grew dizzy and had to stop.
“Quick! quick!” cried the straw. “I am burning”; for the coal was still very hot.
“Wait,” said the coal, balancing himself. “Just a minute!”
But the straw could not wait even for a minute. The coal had burned through it, and down they both went into the water, the coal hissing as it fell.
That seemed so comical to the bean that it began to laugh. It laughed and laughed; it laughed so hard that at last it split its skin, and that would have been the end of it if a tailor had not chanced to come by just then.
“Help! help!” cried the bean.
The tailor looked all about him, and then he saw the bean lying on the ground. He picked it up, and it did not take him long to see what was the matter with it. “This slit can be easily mended,” said he, and he whipped out his needle and thread and sewed up the bean in a trice. Unluckily he had only black thread, and the stitches made a line of black down the side of the bean. And ever since then, if you look, you will see that every bean of that kind has a black line down one side of it.
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