一阵微风吹过，叶儿姗动，树上的玉兰花瓣便纷纷缕缕地飘落了下来，一阵地惊呼，那些美的玉兰，就这样地一瓣一瓣的散落下来了，无限地伤感。下面是关于花的优美句子36句,欢迎大家阅读。
1、又是一阵晚风，风婆婆好象唱着："荷花美，荷花美……"荷花、荷叶都翩翩起舞。
2、西湖诗债，梅花等我归来。
3、幽姿不入少年场。
4、在花市，我看到了一把芍药花，妖冶的桃红色，雨天里举着像把香艳的小伞。老板娘仔细地将花朵用报纸包好，提醒我路上千万不要用力去摇。它们艳丽，却也特别脆弱。
5、那一串串，一道道唯美的弧线，幽然地飘过水灵的蓝天，悠悠地坠在了湖面上，漾起一波又一波泛滥在心底的浓浓春风飘飘春梦。
6、在一篇文章里看到，每当春天，莫斯科的街头花园里，都会挂出一块小木牌，这块小小的木牌上写着：小小落花。这四个字挤在我的脑海中，我知道这是十分友善的提醒。落花在脚下飘动，那是一种悲壮，一种无言的辉煌。看见那些灿烂绽放的花朵，转眼间？@零飞舞在空中，不禁令人深思。
7、捧起一朵鲜花，上面噙着落花晶莹的泪珠。它的悲伤化作一股力量，推动着它积极向上的精神。又是一年秀美之时，清绿的枝茎间盛开着娇艳的花朵，楚楚动人，花儿们伸展着自己娇嫩的花瓣，向人们展示自己婀娜的身姿。在花朵沁人心脾的芬芳中，我嗅到了落花微微的伤感，也许，只有在半缕凉月的微光下，落花才会轻轻地叹息。
8、凤仙花已经开了不少了。碧绿的叶子高的高，矮的矮，像一把把椭圆的小雨伞，凤仙花从这些伞里调皮地钻出来。有的开完了紫色的花，露出了花蕊；有的枯萎了，结出了黑黑的种子；还有的还是骨朵儿。
9、啊，是雪花的飞舞，将纯洁絮白洒向雨后的人间，想象此刻张开了飘逸的翅膀，飞腾上云端做回扬花的仙官。
10、采莲南塘秋，莲花过人头。
11、渐渐地，棉花成熟了，饱胀的棉桃裂开了嘴，白色的棉花从里面钻了出来，像云朵一样，摸着软绵绵的。
12、小河两岸那一些不知名的野花全开了。红的似火，白的如雪，粉的像霞，漂亮极了！果园里，各种花竞相开放。白的，红的，粉的，黄的，望着这些花儿。
13、一阵风吹来，荷花翩翩起舞，那形貌千姿百态，美不可言。让人流连难忘。它们好像在欢迎我们的到来。倘佯在荷花的海洋之中，陶醉在荷花的香气之中，真是人生中最大的享受啊！
14、满园飘零花瓣，吸引一只孤单的蝴蝶，在花瓣飘零的瞬间飞舞，轻轻触摸桂树的身躯，它害羞轻颤，欲抚摸桂花娇颜，花儿羞怯逃避。使得它们翩翩起舞，携带温馨桂香纷纷飘落尘埃。
15、每一株每一盆都像会说话似的与你交流，只要你有心，它们就毫不吝啬的向你打开心怀，吐露芬芳。有的含羞不语却也楚楚动人，有的热情绽放，尽情地彰显生命的张扬，也有的无花无果，但也青翠逼人，摄人心魄。
16、一场秋雨一阵秋风，菊花缕缕芳香在空气中弥漫开来，让人陶醉其中。在这万物凋谢的季节里，菊花是大地赐予的圣物，她采天地之灵气，汲日月之精华，清隽芬芳，凌霜盛开，以其傲然挺立的高尚情怀，香飘于天地之间。
17、一簇簇的从起点蔓延出去，花瓣晶莹剔透，筋脉丝丝分明，剥掉花瓣就露出了蛋黄色的花蕊，还有那遍身是紫色的花骨朵紧紧地合抱在一起，美丽极了。
18、绽放在夜空下的烟花，好比那深情的流星，划过，留给夜空一个吻。却又如那在空中飘舞着的蒲公英花絮，在星空下舞动，如那萤火虫，在星空点缀。
19、荷叶不与荷花争艳，默默无闻的散发淡淡香味，。荷塘里满是碧绿碧绿的荷叶，让我不禁想到"接天莲叶无穷碧，映日荷花别样红"的诗句。
20、喜欢雨中的荷花，那清秀的身段，脱俗的面庞。它那翠绿的围裙镶嵌着滚圆的水珠，随风摇曳雨中，婆娑生姿，不可方物。
21、有一种长着美丽娇艳的花朵，细长细长的身体犹如一位亭亭玉立的女子，花瓣微微向下卷曲，构成了美丽的百合花。
22、细雨在树叶上凝聚成水滴，滴落到下面的树叶上，滴滴哒哒，微风吹动着在雨中颤动的花朵，像少女旋转着裙摆，慢慢地、温柔地飘下！
23、紫荆花的花冠就像一幅富有诗意的画卷呈现在我的眼前。绿叶守红花，红花托绿叶，交相辉映。紫荆花的叶子是椭圆形的，分明的脉络勾勒出绿叶的轮廓。
24、莲花纤嫩，莲叶柔韧，穿透重重淤泥与深水，凸显生命的高贵与鲜活娇美，英姿与神韵，令人流连忘返，色彩与芬菲，催人祢想遐思。
25、我非常的喜欢在荷花池旁小憩，荷花池虽然没有西湖景色的浓郁，没有长江的气魄，但就是这样一个小池子，带个人们的感觉却是无景能比的。
26、仔细看吧，荷叶呈圆形，中间有一个小圆圈，圆圈的四周有一道道的叶脉，一直伸向荷叶的边缘。荷叶丛中还露出一个个小莲蓬，嫩黄绿色的，像个小话筒，歪着头一声不吭。
27、翠绿的荷叶丛中，亭亭玉立的莲花，像一个个披着轻沙在湖上沐浴的`仙女，含笑伫立，娇羞欲语；嫩蕊凝珠，盈盈欲滴，清香阵阵，沁人心脾。
28、莲花的花瓣红里透白，美丽极了！莲花旁边陪伴着碧绿的荷叶，荷叶高高低低，有时轻轻地浮在水面上，有的高高地撑出水面，还有的好像在一起谈话，上方还有几颗晶莹透亮的水珠在滚动，阳光照在上方闪闪发亮。
29、莲花柔得似棉，静得若水。但是烈日不能使其枯萎，风雨不能令它弯腰。它的根，紧扎地下；它的叶，相触水面。它是那么地依恋着水和泥土，以至到了秋天，一片片枯萎了的老叶还要落到水中，烂在泥里，为来年护花再尽最后一份力量。
30、湖岸边，一大片一大片荷叶从水中冒出来，衬托着一朵朵亭亭玉立的荷花。风儿吹来，荷花荷叶还有莲蓬互相碰撞，顿时响起一片哗哗声，好像快乐的流水声。
31、一朵黄色的小花静静地开在绿叶丛中，兰花有五个淡绿色的瓣，中间是黄色的花芯，光彩照人，绿和黄搭配起来美丽无比，凑近一闻，一股淡淡的幽香就就传了过来。
32、恺撒想象楚子航盘膝坐在晚春的樱花树下，膝盖上横着长刀，接下来顺理成章地就该切个腹了。
33、生命都是珍贵的，千姿百态五颜六色的花都有着自身的美丽与灿烂，只不过这紫色的花朵在千娇百媚中显现出一种特殊的高贵气质，一如在众多美丽的女人中咋现出一个温柔多情，高贵典雅，秀外慧中的女人。我爱娇丽而媚俗的杜鹃，也爱明丽而高贵的紫藤。
34、这时春天也迈着大步向我们走来。最先让我看到的就是阳台上那几十盆金银花。金银花发芽了，长出了一片片新嫩的小叶，叶片一天一个样，自由的攀栏缠架，率性的枝叶自由相交，没有多长时间，就将阳台的钢筋窗户盘成一方绿色的天幕。接下来便是奇迹般地发生了，一朵朵白色的小花吐出花蕊，枝枝蔓蔓的金银花藤叶上开满了金灿灿银闪闪的花朵，我总喜欢将鼻子靠近花朵闻一闻，一股轻微的野生花朵特有的清香气息扑鼻而来。
35、这朵荷花在池塘里，像一只公鸡一样，金鸡独立。
36、那白色的荷花在风中摇曳，宛如皮肤娇嫩闭月羞花的少女，在微风中轻轻飘动的那洁白无暇的裙角。
引导语：关于安徒生童话故事，大家喜欢阅读哪些?下面是小杜克还有英文版，希望大家喜欢。
是的，那就是小杜克。他的名字并不是真的叫杜克;不过当他还不会讲话的时候，就把自己叫做杜克。他的名字应该是“加尔”——明了这一点是有好处的。现在他得照料比他小很多的妹妹古斯塔乌，自己还要温习功课。但是同时要做这两件事情是不太容易的。这个可怜的孩子把小妹妹抱在膝上，对她唱些他所会唱的歌;在这同时，他还要看摊在面前的那本地理书。在明天到来以前，他必须记好西兰①主教区所属的一切城市的名字，知道人们应该知道的一切关于它们的事情。
现在他的妈妈回来了，因为她到外面去过。她把小小的古斯塔乌抱起来。杜克跑到窗子那儿，拼命看书，几乎把眼睛都看花了，因为天已经慢慢黑下来了;但是他的妈妈没有钱买蜡烛。
“那个洗衣的老太婆在街上走来了，”正在朝窗子外面望的妈妈说。“她连走路也走不动，但还是要从井里取一桶水上来。做个好孩子吧，杜克，快过去帮助这个老太太一下!”
杜克立刻就跑过去帮她的忙。不过当他回到房里来的时候，天已经很黑了。蜡烛他们是买不起的;他只得上床去睡，而他的床却是一张旧板凳。他躺在那上面，想着他的地理功课：西兰的主教区和老师所讲的一切东西。他的确应该先温习好，但是他现在没有法子做到。所以只好把地理课本放在枕头底下，因为他听说这可以帮助人记住课文，不过这个办法却不一定靠得住。
他躺在那上面，想了许多事情。忽然觉得有人吻他的眼睛和嘴。他似乎睡着了，又似乎没有睡着。他好像觉得那个洗衣老太婆的温柔的眼睛在看他，并且对他说：
“如果你明天记不住功课，那真是可惜得很!你帮助过我，我现在应该帮助你。我们的上帝总是帮助人的!”
杜克的那本书马上就在他的头底下窸窸窣窣地动起来了。
“吉克——哩基!咕!咕!”这原来是一只老母鸡跑出来了——而且它是一只却格②的鸡。“我是一只却格的母鸡，”它说。
于是它就告诉他，那个小镇有多少居民，那儿曾经打过一次仗——虽然这的确不值得一提③。
“克里布里，克里布里，扑!”有一件什么东西落下来了，这是一只木雕的雀子——一只在布列斯托④射鸟比赛时赢来的鹦鹉。它说那儿居民数目之多，等于它身上的钉子。它是很骄傲的。“多瓦尔生就住在我的附近。扑!我睡得真舒服!”
不过现在小杜克已经不是躺在床上，他忽然骑上了一匹马。跑!跑!跳!跳!马儿在驰骋着。一位穿得很漂亮的骑士，戴着发亮的头盔和修长的羽毛，把他抱在马鞍前面坐着。他们穿过森林，来到古老的城市伏尔丁堡⑤——这是一个非常热闹的大城市。国王的宫殿上耸立着许多高塔;塔上的窗子里射出亮光，那里面有歌声和跳舞。国王瓦尔得马尔和许多漂亮的宫女们在一直跳着舞。这时天已经亮了。当太阳出来的时候，整个城市和国王的宫殿就沉下去了，那些高塔也一个接着一个地不见了。最后只有一座塔立在原来宫殿所在地的山上。这个城市显得渺小和寒碜。小学生把书本夹在臂下走来了，说：“两千个居民。”不过这不是真的，因为事实上并没有这么多人。
小杜克躺在床上，仿佛是在做梦。又不像在做梦。不过有一个人站在他身边。
“小杜克!小杜克!”这声音说。这是一个水手——一个相当小的人物，小得好像一个海军学生，不过他并不是一个海军学生。“我特别代表柯苏尔来向你致敬——这是一个正在发展中的城市，一个活跃的、有汽船和邮车的城市。在过去，大家都说它很丑，不过现在这话却不对了。”
“我住在海边，”柯苏尔说。“我有一条公路和游乐的公园。我产生了一个诗人⑥，他是非常幽默的——就一般的诗人说来，这是少有的。有一次我很想送一条船出去，周游世界一番。不过我没有这样做，虽然我可以做得到。我的气味很香，因为在我的城门附近盛开着许多最美丽的玫瑰花。”
小杜克看着它;它在他眼中是红色的和绿色的。当这种种的色彩渐渐消逝了以后，附近清亮的海湾上就出现了一个长满树林的斜坡。上面有一座美丽的老教堂，它顶上有两个高高的尖塔。一股涌泉从山里流出来，发出潺潺的声音。一位年老的国王坐在近旁，他的长头发上戴着一顶金王冠。这就是“泉水旁的赫洛尔王”——也就是人们现在所谓的罗斯吉尔得镇⑦。丹麦所有的国王和王后，头上戴着金冠，都手挽着手，走到这座山上的那个古教堂里来。于是琴楼上的风琴奏起来了，泉水也发出潺潺的鸣声。杜克看到这些景象，也听到这些声音。
“请不要忘记这王国的各个省份!”国王赫洛尔说。
立刻一切东西就不见了。是的，它们又变成了什么呢?这真像翻了一页书似的。这儿现在有一个年老的农家妇人。“她是一个锄草的农妇。她来自苏洛⑧——这儿连市场上都长起草来了。她把灰布围裙披在头上和肩上。围裙是潮湿的，一定是下过雨了。
“是的，下过了一阵雨!”她说。她知道荷尔堡的剧本中的许多有趣的片断，也全知道关于瓦尔得马尔和亚卜萨龙⑨的事情。不过她忽然蹲下来，摇着头，好像要跳跃似的。“呱—呱!”她说。“天下雨了!天下雨了!苏洛是像坟墓一样地静寂!”她现在变成了一只青蛙——“呱—呱!”——不一会儿她又变成了一个老女人。
“一个人应该看天气穿衣服才对!”她说。“天下雨了!天下雨了!我住的`这个城市像一个瓶子。你从瓶塞那儿进去，你还得从瓶口那儿出来!从前那里面装着些鲶鱼，现在这里面有一些红脸蛋的孩子。他们学到了许多学问——希伯莱文，希腊文——呱—呱!”
这很像青蛙的叫声，或者某人穿着一双大靴子在沼泽地上走过的声音;老是那么一个调子，既枯燥，又讨厌，讨厌得叫小杜克要酣睡了，而酣睡是再好不过的事情。
就是在这样的睡眠中也居然会做起梦来——或者说类似做梦一般。他那个有一双蓝眼睛和金黄色鬈发的小妹妹古斯塔乌忽然变成了一个亭亭玉立的小姐。她没有翅膀，但是她能飞翔。现在他们一起飞到西兰，飞过绿色的森林和蔚蓝色的湖泊。
“你听到公鸡叫么?小杜克?吉一克一哩一基!许多母鸡从却格飞出来!你可以有一个养鸡场——一个很大、很大的养鸡场!你将不会饥饿和贫困!像俗话所说的，你将射得鹦鹉;你将是一个富有和快乐的人!你的房子将会耸入云霄，像国王瓦尔得马尔的塔一样。它将有许多美丽的大理石像——像从布列斯托那儿搬来的一样——作为装饰。懂得我的意思了吧。你的名字将会像从柯苏尔开出的船一样，周游世界。同时在罗斯吉尔得——请不要忘记这些城市吧!”国王赫洛尔说。“小杜克，你将会说出聪明而有理智的话来。当你最后走进坟墓里去的时候，你将会睡得很平安——”
“倒好像我是躺在苏洛似的!”小杜克说，于是便醒来了。这是一个晴朗的早晨。他一点也记不起这场梦。不过这倒也没有什么必要，因为一个人是不需要知道未来会发生的事情的。
现在他从床上跳下来，读他的书;马上他就懂得全部的功课了。那个洗衣的老太婆把头伸进门来，对他和蔼地点点头，说：
“好孩子，谢谢你昨天的帮忙!愿上帝使你的美丽的梦变成事实!”
小杜克完全不知道自己做了一场什么梦，不过上帝知道!
①西兰(Sjaeland)是丹麦东部的群岛。面积7514平方公里。
②却格是丹麦却格湾上的一个小镇。
③1677年6月1日，丹麦的舰队在却格湾击溃了瑞典的舰队。但是法国的国王路易十四却不准丹麦获得任何胜利的果实。这里所说“不值得一提”也许就是因为这个缘故。
④布列斯托(Praesto)是丹麦的一个小镇，它的附近有一个尼索(nyso)农庄。雕刻师多瓦尔生曾经住在这儿。
⑤在国王瓦尔得马尔时代，伏尔丁堡是丹麦一个很重要的城市。现在只剩下宫殿的废墟。
⑥指柏格森(Baggesen，1764-1826)。他是安徒生所喜爱的一个诗人。
⑦赫洛尔王(Hroar)是丹麦传说中的一个国王，大约生活在第五世纪后半期。罗斯吉尔得镇(Rosekilde)据说就是他建立起来的。此镇到1445年止是丹麦的首都，在这儿的礼拜堂里葬着许多丹麦的国王和王后。
⑧苏洛(Soro)是十二世纪建立起来的一个小镇，丹麦的伟大剧作家荷尔堡在这儿创办了有名的“苏洛书院”。安徒生在这里读过书。
⑨亚卜萨龙(Absalon，1123-1201)是丹麦的一个将军和政治家，曾征服过爱沙尼亚。
小杜克英文版：
Little Tuk
YES, they called him Little Tuk, but it was not his real name; he had called himself so before he could speak plainly, and he meant it for Charles. It was all very well for those who knew him, but not for strangers.
Little Tuk was left at home to take care of his little sister, Gustava, who was much younger than himself, and he had to learn his lessons at the same time, and the two things could not very well be performed together. The poor boy sat there with his sister on his lap, and sung to her all the songs he knew, and now and then he looked into his geography lesson that lay open before him. By the next morning he had to learn by heart all the towns in Zealand, and all that could be described of them.
His mother came home at last, and took little Gustava in her arms. Then Tuk ran to the window, and read so eagerly that he nearly read his eyes out; for it had become darker and darker every minute, and his mother had no money to buy a light.
“There goes the old washerwoman up the lane,” said the mother, as she looked out of the window; “the poor woman can hardly drag herself along, and now she had to drag a pail of water from the well. Be a good boy, Tuk, and run across and help the old woman, won’t you?”
So Tuk ran across quickly, and helped her, but when he came back into the room it was quite dark, and there was not a word said about a light, so he was obliged to go to bed on his little truckle bedstead, and there he lay and thought of his geography lesson, and of Zealand, and of all the master had told him. He ought really to have read it over again, but he could not for want of light. So he put the geography book under his pillow, for he had heard that this was a great help towards learning a lesson, but not always to be depended upon. He still lay thinking and thinking, when all at once it seemed as if some one kissed him on his eyes and mouth. He slept and yet he did not sleep; and it appeared as if the old washerwoman looked at him with kind eyes and said, “It would be a great pity if you did not know your lesson to-morrow morning; you helped me, and now I will help you, and Providence will always keep those who help themselves;” and at the same time the book under Tuk’s pillow began to move about. “Cluck, cluck, cluck,” cried a hen as she crept towards him. “I am a hen from Kjøge,”1 and then she told him how many inhabitants the town contained, and about a battle that had been fought there, which really was not worth speaking of.
“Crack, crack,” down fell something. It was a wooden bird, the parrot which is used as a target as Præstø.2 He said there were as many inhabitants in that town as he had nails in his body. He was very proud, and said, “Thorwalsden lived close to me,3 and here I am now, quite comfortable.”
But now little Tuk was no longer in bed; all in a moment he found himself on horseback. Gallop, gallop, away he went, seated in front of a richly-attired knight, with a waving plume, who held him on the saddle, and so they rode through the wood by the old town of Wordingburg, which was very large and busy. The king’s castle was surrounded by lofty towers, and radiant light streamed from all the windows. Within there were songs and dancing; King Waldemar and the young gayly-dressed ladies of the court were dancing together. Morning dawned, and as the sun rose, the whole city and the king’s castle sank suddenly down together. One tower after another fell, till at last only one remained standing on the hill where the castle had formerly been.4
The town now appeared small and poor, and the school-boys read in their books, which they carried under their arms, that it contained two thousand inhabitants; but this was a mere boast, for it did not contain so many.
And again little Tuk lay in his bed, scarcely knowing whether he was dreaming or not, for some one stood by him.
“Tuk! little Tuk!” said a voice. It was a very little person who spoke. He was dressed as a sailor, and looked small enough to be a middy, but he was not one. “I bring you many greetings from Corsøe.5 It is a rising town, full of life. It has steamships and mail-coaches. In times past they used to call it ugly, but that is no longer true. I lie on the sea-shore,” said Corsøe; “I have high-roads and pleasure-gardens; I have given birth to a poet who was witty and entertaining, which they are not all. I once wanted to fit out a ship to sail round the world, but I did not accomplish it, though most likely I might have done so. But I am fragrant with perfume, for close to my gates most lovely roses bloom.”
Then before the eyes of little Tuk appeared a confusion of colors, red and green; but it cleared off, and he could distinguish a cliff close to the bay, the slopes of which were quite overgrown with verdure, and on its summit stood a fine old church with pointed towers. Springs of water flowed out of the cliff in thick waterspouts, so that there was a continual splashing. Close by sat an old king with a golden crown on his white head. This was King Hroar of the Springs6 and near the springs stood the town of Roeskilde, as it is called. Then all the kings and queens of Denmark went up the ascent to the old church, hand in hand, with golden crowns on their heads, while the organ played and the fountains sent forth jets of water.
Little Tuk saw and heard it all. “Don’t forget the names of these towns,” said King Hroar.
All at once everything vanished; but where! It seemed to him like turning over the leaves of a book. And now there stood before him an old peasant woman, who had come from Sorø7 where the grass grows in the market-place. She had a green linen apron thrown over her head and shoulders, and it was quite wet, as if it had been raining heavily. “Yes, that it has,” said she, and then, just as she was going to tell him a great many pretty stories from Holberg’s comedies, and about Waldemar and Absalom, she suddenly shrunk up together, and wagged her head as if she were a frog about to spring. “Croak,” she cried; “it is always wet, and as quiet as death in Sorø.” Then little Tuk saw she was changed into a frog. “Croak,” and again she was an old woman. “One must dress according to the weather,” said she. “It is wet, and my town is just like a bottle. By the cork we must go in, and by the cork we must come out again. In olden times I had beautiful fish, and now I have fresh, rosy-cheeked boys in the bottom of the bottle, and they learn wisdom, Hebrew and Greek.”
“Croak.” How it sounded like the cry of the frogs on the moor, or like the creaking of great boots when some one is marching,—always the same tone, so monotonous and wearing, that little Tuk at length fell fast asleep, and then the sound could not annoy him. But even in this sleep came a dream or something like it. His little sister Gustava, with her blue eyes, and fair curly hair, had grown up a beautiful maiden all at once, and without having wings she could fly. And they flew together over Zealand, over green forests and blue lakes.
“Hark, so you hear the cock crow, little Tuk. ‘Cock-a-doodle-doo.’ The fowls are flying out of Kjøge. You shall have a large farm-yard. You shall never suffer hunger or want. The bird of good omen shall be yours, and you shall become a rich and happy man; your house shall rise up like King Waldemar’s towers, and shall be richly adorned with marble statues, like those at Præstø. Understand me well; your name shall travel with fame round the world like the ship that was to sail from Corsøe, and at Roeskilde,—Don’t forget the names of the towns, as King Hroar said,—you shall speak well and clearly little Tuk, and when at last you lie in your grave you shall sleep peacefully, as—”
“As if I lay in Sorø,” said little Tuk awaking. It was bright daylight, and he could not remember his dream, but that was not necessary, for we are not to know what will happen to us in the future. Then he sprang out of bed quickly, and read over his lesson in the book, and knew it all at once quite correctly. The old washerwoman put her head in at the door, and nodded to him quite kindly, and said, “Many thanks, you good child, for your help yesterday. I hope all your beautiful dreams will come true.”
Little Tuk did not at all know what he had dreamt, but One above did.
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公路上有一个兵在开步走——一，二!一，二!他背着一个行军袋，腰间挂着一把长剑，因为他已经参加过好几次战争，现在要回家去。他在路上碰见一个老巫婆;她是一个非常可憎的人物，她的下嘴唇垂到她的奶上。她说：“晚安，兵士!你的剑真好，你的行军袋真大，你真是一个不折不扣的兵士!现在你喜欢要有多少钱就可以有多少钱了。”
“谢谢你，老巫婆!”兵士说。
“你看见那棵大树吗?”巫婆说，指着他们旁边的一棵树。“那里面是空的。如果你爬到它的顶上去，就可以看到一个洞口。你从那儿朝下一溜，就可以深深地钻进树身里去。我要你腰上系一根绳子，这样，你喊我的时候，便可以把你拉上来。”
“我到树底下去干什么呢?”兵士问。
“取钱呀，”巫婆回答说。“你将会知道，你一钻进树底下去，就会看到一条宽大的走廊。那儿很亮，因为那里点着一百多盏明灯。你会看到三个门，都可以打开，因为钥匙就在门锁里。你走进第一个房间，可以看到当中有一口大箱子，上面坐着一只狗，它的眼睛非常大，像一对茶杯。可是你不要管它!我可以把我蓝格子布的围裙给你。你把它铺在地上，然后赶快走过去，把那只狗抱起来，放在我的围裙上。于是你就把箱子打开，你想要多少钱就取出多少钱。这些钱都是铜铸的。但是如果你想取得银铸的钱，就得走进第二个房间里去。不过那儿坐着一只狗，它的眼睛有水车轮那么大。可是你不要去理它。你把它放在我的围裙上，然后把钱取出来。可是，如果你想得到金子铸的钱，你也可以达到目的。你拿得动多少就可以拿多少——假如你到第三个房间里去的话。不过坐在这儿钱箱上的那只狗的一对眼睛，可有‘圆塔’①那么大啦。你要知道，它才算得是一只狗啦!可是你一点也不必害怕。你只消把它放在我的围裙上，它就不会伤害你了。你从那个箱子里能够取出多少金子来，就取出多少来吧。”
“这倒很不坏，”兵士说。“不过我拿什么东西来酬谢你呢。老巫婆?我想你不会什么也不要吧。”
“不要，”巫婆说，“我一个铜板也不要。我只要你替我把那个旧打火匣取出来。那是我祖母上次忘掉在那里面的。”
“好吧!请你把绳子系到我腰上吧。”兵士说。
“好吧，”巫婆说。“把我的蓝格子围裙拿去吧。”
兵士爬上树，一下子就溜进那个洞口里去了。正如老巫婆说的一样，他现在来到了一条点着几百盏灯的大走廊里。他打开第一道门。哎呀!果然有一条狗坐在那儿。眼睛有茶杯那么大，直瞪着他。
“你这个好家伙!”兵士说。于是他就把它抱到巫婆的围裙上。然后他就取出了许多铜板，他的衣袋能装多少就装多少。他把箱子锁好，把狗儿又放到上面，于是他就走进第二个房间里去。哎呀!这儿坐着一只狗，眼睛大得简直像一对水车轮。
“你不应该这样死盯着我，”兵士说。“这样你就会弄坏你的眼睛啦。”他把狗儿抱到女巫的围裙上。当他看到箱子里有那么多的银币的时候，他就把他所有的铜板都扔掉，把自己的衣袋和行军袋全装满了银币。随后他就走进第三个房间——乖乖，这可真有点吓人!这儿的一只狗，两只眼睛真正有“圆塔”那么大!它们在脑袋里转动着，简直像轮子!
“晚安!”兵士说。他把手举到帽子边上行了个礼，因为他以前从来没有看见过这样的一只狗儿。不过，他对它瞧了一会儿以后，心里就想，“现在差不多了。”他把它抱下来放到地上。于是他就打开箱子。老天爷呀!那里面的金子真够多!他可以用这金子把整个的哥本哈根买下来，他可以把卖糕饼女人②所有的糖猪都买下来，他可以把全世界的锡兵啦、马鞭啦、摇动的木马啦，全部都买下来。是的，钱可真是不少——兵士把他衣袋和行军袋里满装着的银币全都倒出来，把金子装进去。是的，他的衣袋，他的行军袋，他的帽子，他的皮靴全都装满了，他几乎连走也走不动了。现在他的确有钱了。他把狗儿又放到箱子上去，锁好了门，在树里朝上面喊一声：“把我拉上来呀，老巫婆!”
“你取到打火匣没有?”巫婆问。
“一点也不错!”兵士说。“我把它忘记得一干二净。”于是他又走下去，把打火匣取来。巫婆把他拉了出来。所以他现在又站在大路上了。他的衣袋、皮靴、行军袋、帽子，全都盛满了钱。
“你要这打火匣有什么用呢?”兵士问。
“这与你没有什么相干，”巫婆反驳他说，“你已经得到钱——你只消把打火匣交给我好了。”
“废话!”兵士说。“你要它有什么用，请你马上告诉我。不然我就抽出剑来，把你的头砍掉。”
“我可不能告诉你!”巫婆说。
兵士一下子就把她的头砍掉了。她倒了下来!他把他所有的钱都包在她的围裙里，像一捆东西似的背在背上;然后把那个打火匣放在衣袋里，一直向城里走去。
这是一个顶漂亮的城市!他住进一个最好的旅馆里去，开了最舒服的房间，叫了他最喜欢的酒菜，因为他现在发了财，有的是钱。替他擦皮靴的那个茶房觉得，像他这样一位有钱的绅士，他的这双皮鞋真是旧得太滑稽了。但是新的他还来不及买。第二天他买到了合适的靴子和漂亮的衣服。现在我们的这位兵士成了一个焕然一新的绅士了。大家把城里所有的一切事情都告诉他，告诉他关于国王的事情，告诉他这国王的女儿是一位非常美丽的公主。
“在什么地方可以看到她呢?”兵士问。
“谁也不能见到她，”大家齐声说。“她住在一幢宽大的铜宫里，周围有好几道墙和好几座塔。只有国王本人才能在那儿自由进出，因为从前曾经有过一个预言，说她将会嫁给一个普通的士兵，这可叫国王忍受不了。”
“我倒想看看她呢，”兵士想。不过他得不到许可。
他现在生活得很愉快，常常到戏院去看戏，到国王的花园里去逛逛，送许多钱给穷苦的人们。这是一种良好的行为，因为他自己早已体会到，没有钱是多么可怕的事!现在他有钱了，有华美的衣服穿，交了很多朋友。这些朋友都说他是一个稀有的人物，一位豪侠之士。这类话使这个兵士听起来非常舒服。不过他每天只是把钱花出去，却赚不进一个来。所以最后他只剩下两个铜板了。因此他就不得不从那些漂亮房间里搬出来，住到顶层的一间阁楼里去。他也只好自己擦自己的皮鞋，自己用缝针补自己的皮鞋了。他的朋友谁也不来看他了，因为走上去要爬很高的梯子。
有一天晚上天很黑。他连一根蜡烛也买不起。这时他忽然记起，自己还有一根蜡烛头装在那个打火匣里——巫婆帮助他到那空树底下取出来的那个打火匣。他把那个打火匣和蜡烛头取出来。当他在火石上擦了一下，火星一冒出来的时候，房门忽然自动地开了，他在树底下所看到的那条眼睛有茶杯大的狗儿就在他面前出现了。它说：
“我的主人，有什么吩咐?”
“这是怎么一回事儿?”兵土说。“这真是一个滑稽的打火匣。如果我能这样得到我想要的东西才好呢!替我弄几个钱来吧!”他对狗儿说。于是“嘘”的一声，狗儿就不见了。一会儿，又是“嘘”的一声，狗儿嘴里衔着一大口袋的钱回来了。
现在士兵才知道这是一个多么美妙的打火匣。只要他把它擦一下，那只狗儿就来了，坐在盛有铜钱的箱子上。要是他擦它两下，那只有银子的狗儿就来了。要是他擦三下，那只有金子的狗儿就出现了。现在这个兵士又搬到那几间华美的房间里去住，又穿起漂亮的衣服来了。他所有的朋友马上又认得他了，并且还非常关心他起来。
有一次他心中想：“人们不能去看那位公主，也可算是一桩怪事。大家都说她很美;不过，假如她老是独住在那有许多塔楼的铜宫里，那有什么意思呢?难道我就看不到她一眼吗?——我的打火匣在什么地方?”他擦出火星，马上“嘘”的一声，那只眼睛像茶杯一样的狗儿就跳出来了。
“现在是半夜了，一点也不错，”兵士说。“不过我倒很想看一下那位公主哩，哪怕一忽儿也好。”
狗儿立刻就跑到门外去了。出乎这士兵的意料之外，它一会儿就领着公主回来了。她躺在狗的背上，已经睡着了。谁都可以看出她是一个真正的'公主，因为她非常好看。这个兵士忍不住要吻她一下，因为他是一个不折不扣的丘八呀。
狗儿又带着公主回去了。但是天亮以后，当国王和王后正在饮茶的时候，公主说她在晚上做了一个很奇怪的梦，梦见一只狗和一个兵，她自己骑在狗身上，那个兵吻了她一下。“这倒是一个很好玩的故事呢!”王后说。
因此第二天夜里有一个老宫女就得守在公主的床边，来看看这究竟是梦呢，还是什么别的东西。
那个兵士非常想再一次看到这位可爱的公主。因此狗儿晚上又来了，背起她，尽快地跑走了。那个老宫女立刻穿上套鞋，以同样的速度在后面追赶。当她看到他们跑进一幢大房子里去的时候，她想：“我现在可知道这块地方了。”她就在这门上用白粉笔画了一个大十字。随后她就回去睡觉了，不久狗儿把公主送回来了。不过当它看见兵士住的那幢房子的门上画着一个十字的时候，它也取一支粉笔来，在城里所有的门上都画了一个十字。这件事做得很聪明，因为所有的门上都有了十字，那个老宫女就找不到正确的地方了。
早晨，国王、王后、那个老宫女以及所有的官员很早就都来了，要去看看公主所到过的地方。
当国王看到第一个画有十字的门的时候，他就说：“就在这儿!”
但是王后发现另一个门上也有个十字，所以她说：“亲爱的丈夫，不是在这儿呀?”
这时大家都齐声说：“那儿有一个!那儿有一个!”因为他们无论朝什么地方看，都发现门上画有十字。所以他们觉得，如果再找下去，也不会得到什么结果。
不过王后是一个非常聪明的女人。她不仅只会坐四轮马车，而且还能做一些别的事情。她取出一把金剪刀，把一块绸子剪成几片，缝了一个很精致的小袋，在袋里装满了很细的荞麦粉。她把这小袋系在公主的背上。这样布置好了以后，她就在袋子上剪了一个小口，好叫公主走过的路上，都撒上细粉。
晚间狗儿又来了。它把公主背到背上，带着她跑到兵士那儿去。这个兵士现在非常爱她;他倒很想成为一位王子，和她结婚呢。
狗儿完全没有注意到，面粉已经从王宫那儿一直撒到兵士那间屋子的窗上——它就是在这儿背着公主沿着墙爬进去的。早晨，国王和王后已经看得很清楚，知道他们的女儿曾经到什么地方去过。他们把那个兵士抓来，关进牢里去。
他现在坐在牢里了。嗨，那里面可够黑暗和闷人啦!人们对他说：“明天你就要上绞架了。”这句话听起来可真不是好玩的，而且他把打火匣也忘掉在旅馆里。第二天早晨，他从小窗的铁栏杆里望见许多人涌出城来看他上绞架。他听到鼓声，看到兵士们开步走。所有的人都在向外面跑。在这些人中间有一个鞋匠的学徒。他还穿着破围裙和一双拖鞋。他跑得那么快，连他的一双拖鞋也飞走了，撞到一堵墙上。那个兵士就坐在那儿，在铁栏杆后面朝外望。
“喂，你这个鞋匠的小鬼!你不要这么急呀!”兵士对他说。“在我没有到场以前，没有什么好看的呀。不过，假如你跑到我住的那个地方去，把我的打火匣取来，我可以给你四块钱。但是你得使劲地跑一下才行。”这个鞋匠的学徒很想得到那四块钱，所以提起脚就跑，把那个打火匣取来，交给这兵士，同时——唔，我们马上就可以知道事情起了什么变化。在城外面，一架高大的绞架已经竖起来了。它的周围站着许多兵士和成千成万的老百姓。国王和王后，面对着审判官和全部陪审的人员，坐在一个华丽的王座上面。
那个兵士已经站到梯子上来了。不过，当人们正要把绞索套到他脖子上的时候，他说，一个罪人在接受他的裁判以前，可以有一个无罪的要求，人们应该让他得到满足：他非常想抽一口烟，而且这可以说是他在这世界上最后抽的一口烟了。
对于这要求，国王不愿意说一个“不”字。所以兵士就取出了他的打火匣，擦了几下火。一——二——三!忽然三只狗儿都跳出来了——一只有茶杯那么大的眼睛，一只有水车轮那么大的眼睛——还有一只的眼睛简直有“圆塔”那么大。
“请帮助我，不要叫我被绞死吧!”兵士说。
这时这几只狗儿就向法官和全体审判的人员扑来，拖着这个人的腿子，咬着那个人的鼻子，把他们扔向空中有好几丈高，他们落下来时都跌成了肉酱。
“不准这样对付我!”国王说。不过最大的那只狗儿还是拖住他和他的王后，把他们跟其余的人一起乱扔，所有的士兵都害怕起来，老百姓也都叫起来：“小兵，你做咱们的国王吧!你跟那位美丽的公主结婚吧!”
这么着，大家就把这个兵士拥进国王的四轮马车里去。那三只狗儿就在他面前跳来跳去，同时高呼：“万岁!”小孩子用手指吹起口哨来;士兵们敬起礼来。那位公主走出她的铜宫，做了王后，感到非常满意。结婚典礼举行了足足八天。那三只狗儿也上桌子坐了，把眼睛睁得比什么时候都大。
①这是指哥本哈根的有名的“圆塔”;它原先是一个天文台。
②这是指旧时丹麦卖零食和玩具的一种小贩。“糖猪”(Sukkergrise)是糖做的小猪，既可以当玩具，又可以吃掉。
英文版：
ASOLDIER came marching along the high road: “Left, right—left, right.” He had his knapsack on his back, and a sword at his side; he had been to the wars, and was now returning home.
As he walked on, he met a very frightful-looking old witch in the road. Her under-lip hung quite down on her breast, and she stopped and said, “Good evening, soldier; you have a very fine sword, and a large knapsack, and you are a real soldier; so you shall have as much money as ever you like.”
“Thank you, old witch,” said the soldier.
“Do you see that large tree,” said the witch, pointing to a tree which stood beside them. “Well, it is quite hollow inside, and you must climb to the top, when you will see a hole, through which you can let yourself down into the tree to a great depth. I will tie a rope round your body, so that I can pull you up again when you call out to me.”
“But what am I to do, down there in the tree?” asked the soldier.
“Get money,” she replied; “for you must know that when you reach the ground under the tree, you will find yourself in a large hall, lighted up by three hundred lamps; you will then see three doors, which can be easily opened, for the keys are in all the locks. On entering the first of the chambers, to which these doors lead, you will see a large chest, standing in the middle of the floor, and upon it a dog seated, with a pair of eyes as large as teacups. But you need not be at all afraid of him; I will give you my blue checked apron, which you must spread upon the floor, and then boldly seize hold of the dog, and place him upon it. You can then open the chest, and take from it as many pence as you please, they are only copper pence; but if you would rather have silver money, you must go into the second chamber. Here you will find another dog, with eyes as big as mill-wheels; but do not let that trouble you. Place him upon my apron, and then take what money you please. If, however, you like gold best, enter the third chamber, where there is another chest full of it. The dog who sits on this chest is very dreadful; his eyes are as big as a tower, but do not mind him. If he also is placed upon my apron, he cannot hurt you, and you may take from the chest what gold you will.”
“This is not a bad story,” said the soldier; “but what am I to give you, you old witch? for, of course, you do not mean to tell me all this for nothing.”
“No,” said the witch; “but I do not ask for a single penny. Only promise to bring me an old tinder-box, which my grandmother left behind the last time she went down there.”
“Very well; I promise. Now tie the rope round my body.”
“Here it is,” replied the witch; “and here is my blue checked apron.”
As soon as the rope was tied, the soldier climbed up the tree, and let himself down through the hollow to the ground beneath; and here he found, as the witch had told him, a large hall, in which many hundred lamps were all burning. Then he opened the first door. “Ah!” there sat the dog, with the eyes as large as teacups, staring at him.
“You’re a pretty fellow,” said the soldier, seizing him, and placing him on the witch’s apron, while he filled his pockets from the chest with as many pieces as they would hold. Then he closed the lid, seated the dog upon it again, and walked into another chamber, And, sure enough, there sat the dog with eyes as big as mill-wheels.
“You had better not look at me in that way,” said the soldier; “you will make your eyes water;” and then he seated him also upon the apron, and opened the chest. But when he saw what a quantity of silver money it contained, he very quickly threw away all the coppers he had taken, and filled his pockets and his knapsack with nothing but silver.
Then he went into the third room, and there the dog was really hideous; his eyes were, truly, as big as towers, and they turned round and round in his head like wheels.
“Good morning,” said the soldier, touching his cap, for he had never seen such a dog in his life. But after looking at him more closely, he thought he had been civil enough, so he placed him on the floor, and opened the chest. Good gracious, what a quantity of gold there was! enough to buy all the sugar-sticks of the sweet-stuff women; all the tin soldiers, whips, and rocking-horses in the world, or even the whole town itself There was, indeed, an immense quantity. So the soldier now threw away all the silver money he had taken, and filled his pockets and his knapsack with gold instead; and not only his pockets and his knapsack, but even his cap and boots, so that he could scarcely walk.
He was really rich now; so he replaced the dog on the chest, closed the door, and called up through the tree, “Now pull me out, you old witch.”
“Have you got the tinder-box?” asked the witch.
“No; I declare I quite forgot it.” So he went back and fetched the tinderbox, and then the witch drew him up out of the tree, and he stood again in the high road, with his pockets, his knapsack, his cap, and his boots full of gold.
“What are you going to do with the tinder-box?” asked the soldier.
“That is nothing to you,” replied the witch; “you have the money, now give me the tinder-box.”
“I tell you what,” said the soldier, “if you don’t tell me what you are going to do with it, I will draw my sword and cut off your head.”
“No,” said the witch.
The soldier immediately cut off her head, and there she lay on the ground. Then he tied up all his money in her apron. and slung it on his back like a bundle, put the tinderbox in his pocket, and walked off to the nearest town. It was a very nice town, and he put up at the best inn, and ordered a dinner of all his favorite dishes, for now he was rich and had plenty of money.
The servant, who cleaned his boots, thought they certainly were a shabby pair to be worn by such a rich gentleman, for he had not yet bought any new ones. The next day, however, he procured some good clothes and proper boots, so that our soldier soon became known as a fine gentleman, and the people visited him, and told him all the wonders that were to be seen in the town, and of the king’s beautiful daughter, the princess.
“Where can I see her?” asked the soldier.
“She is not to be seen at all,” they said; “she lives in a large copper castle, surrounded by walls and towers. No one but the king himself can pass in or out, for there has been a prophecy that she will marry a common soldier, and the king cannot bear to think of such a marriage.”
“I should like very much to see her,” thought the soldier; but he could not obtain permission to do so. However, he passed a very pleasant time; went to the theatre, drove in the king’s garden, and gave a great deal of money to the poor, which was very good of him; he remembered what it had been in olden times to be without a shilling. Now he was rich, had fine clothes, and many friends, who all declared he was a fine fellow and a real gentleman, and all this gratified him exceedingly. But his money would not last forever; and as he spent and gave away a great deal daily, and received none, he found himself at last with only two shillings left. So he was obliged to leave his elegant rooms, and live in a little garret under the roof, where he had to clean his own boots, and even mend them with a large needle. None of his friends came to see him, there were too many stairs to mount up. One dark evening, he had not even a penny to buy a candle; then all at once he remembered that there was a piece of candle stuck in the tinder-box, which he had brought from the old tree, into which the witch had helped him.
He found the tinder-box, but no sooner had he struck a few sparks from the flint and steel, than the door flew open and the dog with eyes as big as teacups, whom he had seen while down in the tree, stood before him, and said, “What orders, master?”
“Hallo,” said the soldier; “well this is a pleasant tinderbox, if it brings me all I wish for.”
“Bring me some money,” said he to the dog.
He was gone in a moment, and presently returned, carrying a large bag of coppers in his month. The soldier very soon discovered after this the value of the tinder-box. If he struck the flint once, the dog who sat on the chest of copper money made his appearance; if twice, the dog came from the chest of silver; and if three times, the dog with eyes like towers, who watched over the gold. The soldier had now plenty of money; he returned to his elegant rooms, and reappeared in his fine clothes, so that his friends knew him again directly, and made as much of him as before.
After a while he began to think it was very strange that no one could get a look at the princess. “Every one says she is very beautiful,” thought he to himself; “but what is the use of that if she is to be shut up in a copper castle surrounded by so many towers. Can I by any means get to see her. Stop! where is my tinder-box?” Then he struck a light, and in a moment the dog, with eyes as big as teacups, stood before him.
“It is midnight,” said the soldier, “yet I should very much like to see the princess, if only for a moment.”
The dog disappeared instantly, and before the soldier could even look round, he returned with the princess. She was lying on the dog’s back asleep, and looked so lovely, that every one who saw her would know she was a real princess. The soldier could not help kissing her, true soldier as he was. Then the dog ran back with the princess; but in the morning, while at breakfast with the king and queen, she told them what a singular dream she had had during the night, of a dog and a soldier, that she had ridden on the dog’s back, and been kissed by the soldier.
“That is a very pretty story, indeed,” said the queen. So the next night one of the old ladies of the court was set to watch by the princess’s bed, to discover whether it really was a dream, or what else it might be.
The soldier longed very much to see the princess once more, so he sent for the dog again in the night to fetch her, and to run with her as fast as ever he could. But the old lady put on water boots, and ran after him as quickly as he did, and found that he carried the princess into a large house. She thought it would help her to remember the place if she made a large cross on the door with a piece of chalk. Then she went home to bed, and the dog presently returned with the princess. But when he saw that a cross had been made on the door of the house, where the soldier lived, he took another piece of chalk and made crosses on all the doors in the town, so that the lady-in-waiting might not be able to find out the right door.
Early the next morning the king and queen accompanied the lady and all the officers of the household, to see where the princess had been.
“Here it is,” said the king, when they came to the first door with a cross on it.
“No, my dear husband, it must be that one,” said the queen, pointing to a second door having a cross also.
“And here is one, and there is another!” they all exclaimed; for there were crosses on all the doors in every direction.
So they felt it would be useless to search any farther. But the queen was a very clever woman; she could do a great deal more than merely ride in a carriage. She took her large gold scissors, cut a piece of silk into squares, and made a neat little bag. This bag she filled with buckwheat flour, and tied it round the princess’s neck; and then she cut a small hole in the bag, so that the flour might be scattered on the ground as the princess went along. During the night, the dog came again and carried the princess on his back, and ran with her to the soldier, who loved her very much, and wished that he had been a prince, so that he might have her for a wife. The dog did not observe how the flour ran out of the bag all the way from the castle wall to the soldier’s house, and even up to the window, where he had climbed with the princess. Therefore in the morning the king and queen found out where their daughter had been, and the soldier was taken up and put in prison. Oh, how dark and disagreeable it was as he sat there, and the people said to him, “To-morrow you will be hanged.” It was not very pleasant news, and besides, he had left the tinder-box at the inn. In the morning he could see through the iron grating of the little window how the people were hastening out of the town to see him hanged; he heard the drums beating, and saw the soldiers marching. Every one ran out to look at them. and a shoemaker’s boy, with a leather apron and slippers on, galloped by so fast, that one of his slippers flew off and struck against the wall where the soldier sat looking through the iron grating. “Hallo, you shoemaker’s boy, you need not be in such a hurry,” cried the soldier to him. “There will be nothing to see till I come; but if you will run to the house where I have been living, and bring me my tinder-box, you shall have four shillings, but you must put your best foot foremost.”
The shoemaker’s boy liked the idea of getting the four shillings, so he ran very fast and fetched the tinder-box, and gave it to the soldier. And now we shall see what happened. Outside the town a large gibbet had been erected, round which stood the soldiers and several thousands of people. The king and the queen sat on splendid thrones opposite to the judges and the whole council. The soldier already stood on the ladder; but as they were about to place the rope around his neck, he said that an innocent request was often granted to a poor criminal before he suffered death. He wished very much to smoke a pipe, as it would be the last pipe he should ever smoke in the world. The king could not refuse this request, so the soldier took his tinder-box, and struck fire, once, twice, thrice,— and there in a moment stood all the dogs;—the one with eyes as big as teacups, the one with eyes as large as mill-wheels, and the third, whose eyes were like towers. “Help me now, that I may not be hanged,” cried the soldier.
And the dogs fell upon the judges and all the councillors; seized one by the legs, and another by the nose, and tossed them many feet high in the air, so that they fell down and were dashed to pieces.
“I will not be touched,” said the king. But the largest dog seized him, as well as the queen, and threw them after the others. Then the soldiers and all the people were afraid, and cried, “Good soldier, you shall be our king, and you shall marry the beautiful princess.”
So they placed the soldier in the king’s carriage, and the three dogs ran on in front and cried “Hurrah!” and the little boys whistled through their fingers, and the soldiers presented arms. The princess came out of the copper castle, and became queen, which was very pleasing to her. The wedding festivities lasted a whole week, and the dogs sat at the table, and stared with all their eyes.
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