英语故事The Blue Crones SpringWord文档格式.docx
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“Lookyehere,Ilyalad,howmanyfeathersyourGranny’sgottogether!
Nearlyawholesieveful.Andwhatfeatherstheyare-allofasize,littleandbright-colored,ajoytoyoureye.Takethemasaremembrance.They’llcomeinuseful.
“Whenyecometowed,ifthemaidbringsapillowye’llnotbeputtoshame.Aye,yecantellher,I’vegotmyownfeatherstoo,myGrannyleftthemme.
“Butdon’tyeseekafterit,afeatherpillow.Ifshebringsone,takeit,butifnot-don’tfret.Ifyelivewithagayheartandworkhard,ye’llsleepsoundonstrawandyourdreams’llbesweet.Keepbadthoughtsfromyourheadandallwillgowellwi’ye.Thebrightdaywillcheerye,thedarknightwillcaressyeandthegoldensunwillbringyejoy.Butifyeletbadthoughtsin,thenyemightaswellsmashyourheadonatree-stump,forye’llhavenostomachforaught.”
“Butwhatarethosebadthoughts,Granny?
”askedIlya.
“Thoughto’money,”shesaid,“thoughto’wealth.There’snoneworse.Theybringamanonlyuneaseandtorment.Honestways’llnotevengetyefeathersenoughforapillow,sohow’llyeevergetwealth?
”
“Butthen,”saidIlya,“whataboutthewealthunderground?
Willyousaythat’sbadtoo?
Sometimesithappens-”
“Aye,ithappens,butit’snottobereckonedon.Comesingrainsandgoesindust,andonlybringstroublewithit.Don’tyethinko’that,don’tfretyourself.Ofthewealthunderground,theysawthere’sonlyonekindthat’scleanandsure.That’swhentheBlueCroneturnsintoafairmaidandgivesityewi’herownhands.Andshegivesittothemashavequickwitsanddaringandasimpleheart.Noneelse.Sokeepinmind,Ilyalad,mylastchargetoye.”
ThenIlyabowedlowtohisgrandmother.
“Thankyou,GrannyLukerya,forthefeathers,butthankyoumostforyourteaching.I’llminditallmydays.”
Hisgrandmotherdiedsoonafter.Ilyawasallalone,withnoneelderandnoneyounger.Ofcourseoldwomencamehurryingalongtowashthebodyandlayitoutandperformalltherites.Itwasbitterwantsentthoseoldwomentocorpses.Andsomewouldaskforthisorthat,andotherswouldspyoutwhattheycouldtake.TheysoongotholdofallGrannyhadleft.WhenIlyacamebackfromthegraveyardhefoundthehutsweptbare.He’dnaughtbutwhathehungonthenail-hiscoatandcap.SomebodyhadevenmadeoffwithGranny’sfeathers,emptiedthesievetothebottom.Onlythreelittlefeatherswereleft-onewhile,oneblackandthethirdred.
Ilyawasgrievedthathehadn’tbeenabletotakecareofhisgrandmother’sgift.I’dbettersavetheselastthreefeathers,atleast,hethought,itwouldbeashameformetoleavethem.Grannyworkedhardtocollectthem,it’sasifIcarednothingforit.
Hefoundabitofbluethreadonthefloor,tiedthefeatherstogetherwithitandfastenedtheminhiscap.Justtherightplaceforthem,hethought.WhenIputitonortakeitoffI’llthinkofGranny’swords.They’llbegoodguidanceforme.I’llalwayskeeptheminmind.
Thenheputonhiscapandcoatagainandwentbacktothegoldfield.Hedidn’tfastenhishutbecausetherewasnaughtinit.Onlytheemptysieve,andthatwouldn’tbeworthpickingupifitwaslyingbytheroadside.
Ilyawasagrownlad,he’dlongbeenofanagetowed.he’dbeenworkingatthegold-fieldssixorsevenyears.Itwasserfdominthosetimes,andladsandmaidshadtogotoworkwhentheywerestillchildren.ManyaoneworkedtenyearsfortheMasterbeforewedding.AndasforIlya,youcouldsayhe’dgrownupatthegold-fields.
Heknewallthosepartsupanddown.Theroadtothegold-fieldswasalongone.AtGremikha,I’veheardtell,theyweregettinggoldnearlybyWhiteStone.SoIlyathoughttohimself:
I’lltakeashortcutthroughZuzelkaBog.It’shotweather,it’llbedriedupabit,I’llbeabletogetacross.I’llsavethreeversts,maybefour.
Sothat’swhathedid.Hecutstraightthroughthewoods,thewayfolksdidinautumn.Atfirstitwaseasygoing,butthenhegottiredandfoundhimselfofftherightway.Youcan’tkeepastraightpathwhenyou’rejumpingfromtussocktotussock.Youhavetogowheretheyare,anditmaynotbethewayyouwant.Hejumpedandjumped,tillhejumpedhimselfintoasweat.Atlasthecametoagladewithahollowinthemiddle.Therewasgrassgrowingthere-feathergrassandsuchlike,andpinesgrewupthesides.Thiswaswherethedrygroundbegan.Theonlytroublewas,Ilyadidn’tknowwhichwaytogonext.Withallthetimeshe’dbeenroundaboutthere,he’dneverseenthatlittlegullybefore.
Ilyawalkedupthemiddlewiththebanksrisingonbothsides.Hewentontillhecametoalittleroundpulllikeaspring,onlyhecouldn’tseethebottom.Thewaterwasclear,butabluewebcoveredthetop;
inthemiddlesataspider,andthatwasbluetoo.
Ilyawasgladtoseewater,hepushedthewebawayfromonesidetotakeadrink.Butashedidsohisheadbegantoswimandhenearlyfellin.Hefeltrealsleepy.
LookhowtiredI’vegotonthebog,hethought.I’dbetterrestanhourortwo.
Hewantedtogettohisfeetbutcouldn’t.Still,hedidmanagetocrawlawayacoupleofyardstotheslope.Thereheputhiscapunderhisheadandstretchedhimselfout.Helookedback-andtherewasalittleoldcronerisingupoutofthewater.Shewasn’tmorethantwentyinchestall.Herdresswasblueandsowasthekerchiefonherhead,andshewassortofblueherselftoo,andsothinyou’dhavethoughtthefirstpuffofwindwouldblowheraway.Buthereyeswereyoung,andblue,andsobigtheydidn’tseemtobelongtoherface.
Shefixedthoseeyesontheyoungfellowandstretchedoutherarmstowardshim.Theykeptgrowinglonger,thosearms,untilthehandswereclosetohishead.Theyseemedtohavenosubstance,likewispsofbluemist,therewasnostrengthinthemthatyoucouldsee,therewereclaws,andyettheywerefearsome.Ilyawishedtocrawlfurtheraway,butweaknessovercamehim.
I’llturnmyheadaway,hethought,itwon’tbesoawful.
Hedidso,andhisnosecameupagainstthefeathers.Andatoncehehadafitofsneezing.Hesneezedandsneezed,bloodgushedfromhisnose,andstillhecouldnotstop.Buthefelthisheadgetlighter.ThenIlyaseizedhiscapandgotonhisfeet.Andtherewasthecronestandinginthesameplace,shakingwithfury.HerhandsstretchedtoIlya’sfeet,butshecouldliftthemnohigherfromtheground.Ilyasawthecrone’sschemehadfailed,shehadnotthestrengthtoclutchhim.Hesneezedacoupleoftimesmoreandblewhisnose.
“Soyoudidn’tmanageit,eh!
Thenut’stoohardforyourteeth!
Helaughed,spatonherhandsandturnedtogo.Butthecronecalledafterhim,andhervoicewasasclearandloudasamaid’s.
“Waitabit,don’tcrowtoosoon!
Ye’llnottakeyourheadawaysafenexttimeyecome!
“Ijustwon’tcome,”Ilyaanswered.
“Aha!
Ye’rescared!
Scared!
”theoldwomancriedgleefully.
ThatstungIlya,hestoppedandsaid:
“Ifthat’stheway,thenI’llcomejusttospiteyou-andgetsomewaterfromyourspring.”
Thenthecronelaughedandbegantojeeratthelad.
“Abraggartyeare,abraggart!
YeoughttothankyourGrannyLukeryathatye’vegotawaysafe,andhereyearebragging!
Theman’snotbornthatcandrinkfromthisspring!
“We’llseeaboutthat,whetherhe’sbornornot,”saidIlya.
Butthecronekepton.“Awindbag,that’sallyeare!
How’llyegetthewaterwhenye’reafeardtocomeclose?
Bigwordsandnaughtelse-unlessyebringotherswi’ye.Morestout-heartedthanyouare.”
“You’llhavetowaitalongtimeforthat,”shoutedIlya,“formetobringotherstoyou!
I’veheardtellofyebefore,aboutyourilldeedsandhowyebeguilefolks.”
Butthecronekeptonwiththesamesong.
“Yewon’tcome!
Yewon’tcome!
Toobigabiteforyoutochew!
It’snotforthelieso’you!
ThenIlyacried:
“Allright,then.Ifthere’sagoodwindSunday,youcanexpectme.”
“Andwhatd’yewantawindfor?
”askedthecrone.
“Waitandsee,”saidIlya.“Wipethespittleoffyourhands.Anddon’tyouforget.”
“Andwhat’sittoyou,”saidthecrone,“whatthehandsarelikethatpullyedowntothebottom?
Iseeye’reaboldlad,butallthesameI’llgetye.Yeneedn’tputyourfaithinthewind,oryourGranny’sfeathereither.Theywon’thelpye!
Well,sotheypartedwithhardwordsandIlyawenthisway,markingthepathcarefully.Sothat’swhatshe’slike,theBlueCrone,hethought.Looksasifshe’sjustclingingtolife,butgoteyeslikeamaid’s,they’dputaspellonyou,andavoicethatringsyoungtoo.I’dliketoseeherwhensheturnsintoamaid.
IlyahadheardalotaboutthatBlueCrone.There’doftenbeentalkaboutheratthegold-fields.Folksmightseeherinemptybogsorinoldmines.Andwherevershesat,therewouldbewealth.Ifyoucouldgetheraway,there’dbeawholepileofgoldandpreciousstones.Scoopupasmuchasyoucouldhold.Manysoughther,buttheyeithercamebackempty-handedordidn’tcomebackatall.
ItwaseveningwhenIlyacametothegold-fields.T
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