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She had a little house of her own, a little garden too, this woman of
whom I am going to tell you, but for all that she was not quite happy.
"If only I had a little child of my own," she said, “Then, indeed, I
should be quite happy."
And an old witch heard what the woman had wished, and said, "Oh,
but that is easily managed. Here is a barley-corn. Plant it in a flower-pot
and tend it carefully, and then you will see what will happen."
The woman was in a great hurry to go home and plant the barleycorn, but she did not forget to say "thank you" to the old witch. She not
only thanked her, she even stayed to give her six silver pennies.
婆 6 个银币。
And what do you think happened? Almost before the corn was
planted, up shot a large and beautiful flower. It was still unopened. The
petals were folded closely together, but it looked like a tulip. It really was
a tulip, a red and yellow one, too.
The woman loved flowers. She stooped and kissed the beautiful bud.
As her lips touched the petals, they burst open, and oh! wonder of
wonders! there in the very middle of the flower, there sat a little child.
Such a tiny, pretty little maiden she was.
They called her Thumbelina. That was because she was no bigger
than the woman's thumb.
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And where do you think she slept?
When she slept little Thumbelina lay in her cradle on a tiny heap of
violets, with the petal of a pale pink rose to cover her. CopyRight .com
And where do you think she played? A table was her playground. On
the table the woman placed a plate of water. Little Thumbelina called that
Round the plate were scented flowers, the blossoms laying on the
edge, while the pale green stalks reached thirstily down to the water.
In the lake floated a large tulip leaf. This was Thumbelina's little boat.
Seated there she sailed from side to side of her little lake, rowing cleverly
with two white horse hairs. As she rowed backwards and forwards she
sang softly to herself. The woman listening hardly, and thought she had
never known so sweet a song.
And now such a sad thing happened.
In through the broken window-pane hopped a big toad, oh! such an
ugly big toad. She hopped right on to the table, where Thumbelina lay
dreaming in her tiny cradle, under the pale pink rose leaf.
She peeped at her, this ugly toad.
"How beautiful the little maiden is," she croaked. "She will make a
lovely bride for my handsome son." And she lifted the little cradle, with
Thumbelina in it, and hopped out through the broken window-pane,
down into the garden. CopyRight .com
At the foot of the garden was a broad stream. Here, under the muddy
banks lived the old toad with her son.
正睡着的小摇篮,从破窗格子跳了出去,跳进了花园。 CopyRight .com
How handsome she thought him! But he was really very ugly. Indeed,
he was exactly like his mother.
When he saw little Thumbelina in her tiny cradle, he croaked with
"Do not make so much noise," said his mother, "or you will wake the
tiny creature. We may lose her if we are not careful. The slightest breeze
would waft her far away. She is as light as gossamer."
Then the old toad carried Thumbelina out into the middle of the
stream. "She will be safe here," she said, as she laid her gently on one of
the leaves of a large water lily, and paddled back to her son.
"We will make ready the best rooms under the mud," she told him,
"and then you and the little maiden will be married."
Poor little Thumbelina! She had not seen the ugly big toad yet, nor
her ugly son. CopyRight .com
When she woke up early in the morning, how she wept! Water all
around her! How could she reach the shore? Poor little Thumbelina!
在一片大睡莲的叶子上,而后游回到儿子身边。 内容来自 www. .com
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Down under the mud the old toad was very busy, decking the best
room with buttercups and buds of water-lilies to make it gay for her little
"Now we will go to bring her little bed and place it ready," said the old
toad, and together she and her son swam out to the leaf where little
"Croak, croak," was all the young toad could say, as he looked at his
pretty little bride.
Then they took away the tiny little bed, and Thumbelina was left
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How the tears stained her pretty little face! How fast they fell into the
stream! Even the fish as they swam hither and thither thought, "How it
rains to-day," as the tiny drops fell thick and fast. CopyRight .com
They popped up their heads and saw the forlorn little maiden.
"She shall not marry the ugly toad," they said, as they looked with
eager eyes at the pretty child. "No, she shall not marry the ugly toad."
But what could the little fish do to help Thumbelina?
Oh! they were such clever little fish!
They found the green stem which held the leaf on which Thumbelina
sat. They bit it with their little sharp teeth, and they never stopped biting,
till at last they bit the green stem through; and away, down the stream,
floated the leaf, carrying with the little Thumbelina.
他们探出小脑袋来,看见了这个可怜的小姑娘。 CopyRight .com
Free, free!" she sang, and her voice tinkled as a chime of fairy bells.
"Free, free! " she sang merrily as she floated down the stream, away, far
way out of reach of the ugly old toad and her ugly son.
And as she floated on, the little wild birds sang round her, and on the
banks the little wild harebells bowed to her. CopyRight .com
Butterflies were flitting here and there in the sunshine. A pretty little
white one fluttered on to the leaf on which sat Thumbelina. He loved the
tiny maiden so well that he settled down beside her.
Now she was quite happy! Birds around here, flowers near her, and
the water gleaming like gold in the summer sunshine. What besides could
little Thumbelina wish?
She took off her sash and threw one end of it round the butterfly. The
other end she fastened firmly to the leaf. On and on floated the leaf, the
little maiden and the butterfly.
Suddenly a great cockchafer buzzed along. Alas! he caught sight of
little Thumbelina. He flew to her, put his claw round her tiny waist and
carried her off, up on to a tree.
Poor little Thumbelina! How frightened she was! How grieved she
was, too. Would he fly away, she wondered, or would her sash hold him
The cockchafer was charmed with the little maiden. He placed her
tenderly on the largest leaf he could find. He gathered honey for her from
the flowers, and as she sipped it, he sat near and told her how beautiful
But there were other chafers living in the tree, and when they came
to see little Thumbelina, they said, "She is not pretty at all."
"She only has two legs," said one.
"She has no feelers," said another.
Some said she was too thin, others said she was too fat, and then
they all buzzed and hummed together, "How ugly she is, how ugly she is!"
But all the time little Thumbelina was the prettiest, daintiest little maiden
that ever lived.
And now the cockchafer who had flown off with little Thumbelina
thought he had been rather foolish to admire her.
He looked at her again. "Pretty? No, after all she was not very pretty."
He would have nothing to do with her, and away he and all the other
chafers flew. Only first they carried little Thumbelina down from the tree
and placed her on a daisy. She wept because she was so ugly - so ugly that
the chafers could not live with her. But all the time, you know, she was the
prettiest little maiden in the world.
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