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安徒生童话故事第34篇：妖山The Elfin Hill
引导语：安徒生的经典童话故事，大家知道哪些?下面是小编整理的妖山，还有英文版，欢迎大家阅读!
在一株老树的裂缝里有好几只蜥蜴在活泼地跑着。它们彼此都很了解，因为它们讲着同样的蜥蜴语。
“嗨，住在老妖精山上的那些家伙号叫得才厉害呢!”一只蜥蜴说，“他们的闹声把我弄得两整夜合不上眼睛。这简直跟躺在床上害牙痛差不多，因为我横竖是睡不着的!”
“那儿一定有什么事情!”另一只蜥蜴说。“他们把那座山用四根红柱子支起来，一直支到鸡叫为止。这座山算是痛痛快快地通了一次风;那些女妖还学会了像跺脚这类的新舞步呢。那儿一定有什么事情!”
“对，我刚才还跟我认识的一位蚯蚓谈起过这件事，”第二只蜥蜴说。“这位蚯蚓是直接从山里来的——他昼夜都在那山里翻土。他听到了许多事情。可怜的东西，他的眼睛看不见东西，可是他却知道怎样摸路和听别人谈话。妖山上的人正在等待一些客人到来——一些有名望的客人。不过这些客人究竟是谁，蚯蚓可不愿意说出来——也许他真的不知道。所有的鬼火都得到了通知，要举行一个他们所谓的火炬游行。他们已经把金银器皿——这些东西他们山里有的是——擦得焕然一新，并且在月光下摆出来啦!”
“那些客人可能是谁呢?”所有的蜥蜴一齐问。“那儿在发生什么事情呢!听呀，多么闹!多么吵!”
正在这时候，妖山开了。一位老妖小姐①急急忙忙地走出来。她的衣服穿得倒蛮整齐，可就是没有背。她是老妖王的管家娘娘，也是他的一个远房亲戚。她的额角上戴着一颗心形的琥珀。她的一双腿动得真够快：得!得!嗨，她才会走呢!她一口气走到住在沼泽地上的夜乌鸦那儿去。
“请你到妖山上去，今晚就去，”她说。“不过先请你帮帮忙，把这些请帖送出去好吗?您自己既然无家可管，你总得做点事情呀!我们今天有几个非常了不起的客人——很重要的魔法师。老国王也希望借这个机会排场一下!”
“究竟要请一些什么客人呢?”夜乌鸦问。
“嗳，谁都可以来参加这个盛大的跳舞会，甚至人都可以来——只要他们能在睡梦中讲话，或者能懂一点我们所做的事情。不过参加第一次宴会的人可要挑选一下;我们只能请最有名的人。我曾经跟妖王争论过一次，因为我坚持我们连鬼怪也不能请。我们得先请海人和他的一些女儿。他们一定很喜欢来拜访干燥的陆地的。不过他们得有一块潮湿的石头，或者比这更好的东西，当做座位;我想这样他们就不好意思拒绝不来了。我们也可以请那些长有尾巴的头等魔鬼、河人和小妖精来。我想我们也不应该忘记墓猪、整马和教堂的小鬼②。事实上他们都是教会的一部分，跟我们这些人没有关系。但是那也不过是他们的职务，他们跟我们的来往很密切，常常拜访我们!”
“好极了!”夜乌鸦说，接着他就拿着请帖飞走了。
女妖们已经在妖山上跳起舞来了。她们披着雾气和月光织成的长围脖跳。凡是喜欢披这种东西的人，跳起来倒是蛮好看的。妖山的正中央是一个装饰得整整齐齐的大客厅。它的地板用月光洗过一次，它的墙用巫婆的蜡油擦过一番，因此它们就好像摆在灯面前的郁金香花瓣似的，射出光辉。厨房里全是烤青蛙、蛇皮色的小孩子的手指、毒菌丝拌的凉菜、湿耗子鼻、毒胡萝卜等;还要沼泽地里巫婆熬的麦酒③和从坟窖里取来的亮晶晶的硝石酒。所有的菜都非常实在，甜菜中包括生了锈的指甲和教堂窗玻璃碎片这几个菜。
老妖王用石笔把他的金王冠擦亮。这是一根小学六年级用的石笔，而老妖王得到一根六年级用的石笔是很不容易的!他的睡房里挂着幔帐，而这幔帐是用蜗牛的分泌物粘在一起的。是的，那里面传出一阵吱吱喳喳的声音。
“现在我们要焚一点马尾和猪鬃，当做香烧;这样，我想我的工作可算是做完了!”老妖小姐说。
“亲爱的爸爸!”最小的女儿说，“我现在可不可以知道，我们最名贵的客人是些什么人呢?”
“嗯，”他说，“我想我现在不得不公开宣布了!我有两个女儿应该准备结婚!她们两个人必须结婚。挪威的那位老地精将要带着他的两个少爷到来——他们每人要找一个妻子。这位老地精住在老杜伏尔山中，他有好几座用花岗石筑的宫堡，还有一个谁都想象不到的好金矿。这位老地精是一个地道的、正直的挪威人，他老是那么直爽和高兴。在我跟他碰杯结为兄弟以前，我老早就认识他。他讨太太的时候到这儿来过。现在她已经死了。她是莫恩岩石王的女儿。真是像俗话所说的，他在白垩岩上讨太太④。啊，我多么想看看这位挪威的地精啊!他的孩子据说是相当粗野的年轻人，不过这句话可能说得不公平。他们到年纪大一点就会变好的。我倒要看看，你们怎样把他们教得懂事一点。”
“他们什么时候到来呢?”一个女儿问。
“这要看风色和天气而定，”老妖王说，“他们总是找经济的办法旅行的!他们总是等机会坐船来。我倒希望他们经过瑞典来，不过那个老家伙不是这么想法!他赶不上时代——这点我不赞成!”
这时有两颗鬼火跳过来了。这一个跳得比另一个快，因此快的那一个就先到。
“他们来了!他们来了!”他们大声叫着。
“快把我的王冠拿来，我要站进月光里去!”老妖王说。
几个女儿把她们的长围脖拉开，把腰一直弯到地上。
杜伏尔的老地精就站在他们面前。他的头上戴着坚硬的冰柱和光滑的松球做成的王冠;此外，他还穿着熊皮大衣和滑雪的靴子。他的儿子恰恰相反，脖子上什么也没有围，裤子上也没有吊带，因为他们都是很结实的人。
“这就是那个土堆吗?”最年轻的孩子指着妖山问。“我们在挪威把这种东西叫做土坑。”
“孩子!”老头子说，“土坑向下洼，土堆向上凸，你的脑袋上没有长眼睛吗?”
他们说他们在这儿惟一感到惊奇的事情是，他们懂得这儿的语言。
“不要在这儿闹笑话吧!”老头儿说，“否则别人以为你们是乡巴佬!”
他们走进妖山。这儿的客人的确都是上流人物，而且在这样短促的时间内就都请来了。人们很可能相信他们是风吹到一起的。每个客人的座位都是安排得既舒服而又得体。海人的席位是安排在一个水盆里，因此他们说，他们简直像在家里一样舒服。每人都很有礼貌，只是那两个小地精例外。他们把腿跷到桌子上，但是他们却以为这很适合他们的身份!
“把脚从盘子上拿开!”老地精说。他们接受了这个忠告，可并不是马上就改。他们用松球在小姐们身上呵痒;他们为了自己的舒服，把靴子脱下来叫小姐们拿着。不过他们的爸爸——那个老地精——跟他们完全两样。他以生动的神情描述着挪威的那些石山是怎样庄严，那些溅着白泡沫的瀑布怎样发出雷轰或风琴般的声音。他叙述鲑鱼一听到水精弹起金竖琴时就怎样逆流而上。他谈起在明朗的冬夜里，雪橇的铃是怎样叮当叮当地响，孩子们怎样举着火把在光滑的冰上跑，怎样把冰照得透亮，使冰底下的鱼儿在他们的脚下吓得乱窜。的确，他讲得有声有色，在座的人简直好像亲眼见过和亲耳听过似的：好像看见锯木厂在怎样锯木料，男子和女子在怎样唱歌和跳挪威的“哈铃舞”。哗啦!这个老地精出乎意料地在老妖小姐的脸上接了一个响亮的“舅舅吻”⑤。这才算得是一个吻呢!不过他们并不是亲戚。
现在妖小姐们要跳舞了。她们跳普通步子，也跳蹬脚的步子。这两种步子对她们都很适合。接着她们就跳一种很艺术的舞——她们也把它叫做“前无古人、后无来者”的舞。乖乖!她们的腿动得才灵活呢!你简直分不出来，哪里是开头，哪里是结尾;你也看不清楚，哪里是手臂，哪里是腿。它们简直像刨花一样，搅混得乱七八糟。她们跳得团团转，把“整马”弄得头昏脑涨，不得不退下桌子。
“嘘嘘!”老地精说，“这才算得是一回大腿的迷人舞呢!不过，她们除了跳舞、伸伸腿和扇起一阵旋风以外，还能做什么呢?”
“你等着瞧吧!”妖王说。
于是他把最小的女儿喊出来。她轻盈和干净得像月光一样;她是所有姊妹之中最娇嫩的一位。她把一根白色的木栓放在嘴里，马上她就不见了——这就是她的魔法。
不过老地精说，他倒不希望自己的太太有这样一套本领。他也不认为他的儿子喜欢这套本领。
第二个女儿可以跟自己并排走，好像她有一个影子似的——但是山精是没有影子的。
第三个女儿有一套完全不同的本领。她在沼泽女人的酒房里学习过，所以她知道怎样用萤火虫在接骨木树桩上擦出油来。
“她可以成为一个很好的家庭主妇!”老地精说。他对她挤了挤眼睛代替敬酒，因为他不愿意喝酒太多。
现在第四个妖姑娘来了。她有一架很大的金竖琴。她弹第一下的时候，所有的人就都得照她的意思动作。
“这是一个危险的女人!”老地精说。不过他的两位少爷都已从山里走出来，因为她们已经感到腻了。
“下一位小姐能够做什么呢?”老地精问。
“我已经学会了怎样爱挪威人!”她说，“如果我不能到挪威去，我就永远不结婚!”
不过最小的那个女儿低声对老地精说：“这是因为她曾经听过一支挪威歌的缘故。歌里说，当世界灭亡的时候，挪威的石崖将会仍然作为纪念碑而存在。所以她希望到挪威去，因为她害怕灭亡。”
“呵!呵!”老地精说，“这倒是说的心坎里的话!最后的第七个小姐能够做什么呢?”
“第七位头上还有第六位呀!”妖王说，因为她不会计算数字。可是那第六位小姐却姗姗地不愿意出来。
“我只能对人讲真话!”她说，“谁也不理我，而我做我的寿衣已经够忙的了!”
这时第七位，也是最后的一位，走出来了。她能够做什么呢?她能讲故事——要她讲多少就能讲多少。
“这是我的五个指头?”老地精说。“把每个指头编一个故事吧!”
这位姑娘托起他的手腕，她笑得连气都喘不过来。它戴着一个戒指，好像它知道有人快要订婚似的，当她讲到“金火”的时候，老地精说，“把你握着的东西捏紧吧，这只手就是你的!我要讨你做太太!”
妖姑娘说，“‘金火’和‘比尔——玩朋友’⑥的故事还没有讲完!”
“留到冬天再讲给我听吧!”老地精说。“那时我们还可以听听关于松树的故事，赤杨的故事，山妖送礼的故事和寒霜的故事!你可以尽量讲故事，因为那儿还没有人会这一套!那时我们可以坐在石室里，烧起松木来烤火，用古代挪威国王的角形金杯盛蜜酒喝——山精送了两个这样的酒杯给我!我们坐在一起，加尔波⑦将会来拜访我们，他将对你唱着关于山中牧女的歌。那才快乐呢。鲑鱼在瀑布里跳跃，撞着石壁，但是却钻不进去!嗨，住在亲爱的老挪威才痛快呢!但是那两个孩子到什么地方去了?”
是的，那两个孩子到什么地方去了呢?他们在田野里奔跑，把那些好心好意准备来参加火炬游行的鬼火都吹走了。
“你们居然这样胡闹!”老地精说，“我为你们找到了一个母亲。现在你们也可以在这些姨妈中挑一个呀!”
不过少爷说，他们喜欢发表演说，为友情干杯，但是没有心情讨太太。因此他们就发表演说，为友情干杯，而且还把杯子套在手指尖上，表示他们真正喝干了。他们脱下上衣倒在桌子上呼呼地睡起来，因为他们不愿意讲什么客套。但是老地精跟他的年轻夫人在房里跳得团团转，而且还交换靴子，因为交换靴子比交换戒指好。
“现在鸡叫了!”管家的老妖姑娘说。“我们现在要把窗扉关上，免得太阳烤着我们!”
这样，妖山就关上了。
不过外面的那四只蜥蜴在树的裂口里跑上跑下。这个对那个说：
“啊，我喜欢那个挪威的老地精!”
“我更喜欢他的几个孩子!”蚯蚓说。不过，可怜的东西，他什么也看不见。
①原文是Elverpige，据丹麦的传说，老妖小姐像一个假面具，前面很好看，后面则是空的。
②根据丹麦的古老迷信，每次建造一个教堂的时候，地下就要活埋一匹马。凡是一个人要死，这匹马就用三只腿在夜里走到他家里来。有些教堂活埋一只猪。这只猪的魂魄叫做“墓猪”。“教堂小鬼”(Kirkegrimen)专门看守墓地;他惩罚侵害墓地的人。
③根据丹麦的传说，沼泽地上住着一个巫婆。她天天在熬麦酒。天下雾就是她熬酒时冒出来的水蒸气。
④这是丹麦的一个成语：“白垩岩上讨太太”(Han tog sin kone paa krjd)，即“不费一文讨太太”的意思。
⑤原文是Morbroder-Smadsk，意义不明。许多其他文字的译者干脆把它译成“一个吻”。大概这种吻是亲戚之间的一种表示亲热的吻，没有任何其他的意义。
⑥这儿是双关的意思，根据欧洲的习惯，把手交给谁，即答应跟谁订婚的意思。
⑦这是挪威传说中的一种善良的田野妖精。
妖山英文版：
The Elfin Hill
AFEW large lizards were running nimbly about in the clefts of an old tree; they could understand one another very well, for they spoke the lizard language.
“What a buzzing and a rumbling there is in the elfin hill,” said one of the lizards; “I have not been able to close my eyes for two nights on account of the noise; I might just as well have had the toothache, for that always keeps me awake.”
“There is something going on within there,” said the other lizard; “they propped up the top of the hill with four red posts, till cock-crow this morning, so that it is thoroughly aired, and the elfin girls have learnt new dances; there is something.”
“I spoke about it to an earth-worm of my acquaintance,” said a third lizard; “the earth-worm had just come from the elfin hill, where he has been groping about in the earth day and night. He has heard a great deal; although he cannot see, poor miserable creature, yet he understands very well how to wriggle and lurk about. They expect friends in the elfin hill, grand company, too; but who they are the earth-worm would not say, or, perhaps, he really did not know. All the will-o’-the-wisps are ordered to be there to hold a torch dance, as it is called. The silver and gold which is plentiful in the hill will be polished and placed out in the moonlight.”
“Who can the strangers be?” asked the lizards; “what can the matter be? Hark, what a buzzing and humming there is!”
Just at this moment the elfin hill opened, and an old elfin maiden, hollow behind,1 came tripping out; she was the old elf king’s housekeeper, and a distant relative of the family; therefore she wore an amber heart on the middle of her forehead. Her feet moved very fast, “trip, trip;” good gracious, how she could trip right down to the sea to the night-raven.2
“You are invited to the elf hill for this evening,” said she; “but will you do me a great favor and undertake the invitations? you ought to do something, for you have no housekeeping to attend to as I have. We are going to have some very grand people, conjurors, who have always something to say; and therefore the old elf king wishes to make a great display.”
“Who is to be invited?” asked the raven.
“All the world may come to the great ball, even human beings, if they can only talk in their sleep, or do something after our fashion. But for the feast the company must be carefully selected; we can only admit persons of high rank; I have had a dispute myself with the elf king, as he thought we could not admit ghosts. The merman and his daughter must be invited first, although it may not be agreeable to them to remain so long on dry land, but they shall have a wet stone to sit on, or perhaps something better; so I think they will not refuse this time. We must have all the old demons of the first class, with tails, and the hobgoblins and imps; and then I think we ought not to leave out the death-horse,3 or the grave-pig, or even the church dwarf, although they do belong to the clergy, and are not reckoned among our people; but that is merely their office, they are nearly related to us, and visit us very frequently.”
“Croak,” said the night-raven as he flew away with the invitations.
The elfin maidens we’re already dancing on the elf hill, and they danced in shawls woven from moonshine and mist, which look very pretty to those who like such things. The large hall within the elf hill was splendidly decorated; the floor had been washed with moonshine, and the walls had been rubbed with magic ointment, so that they glowed like tulip-leaves in the light. In the kitchen were frogs roasting on the spit, and dishes preparing of snail skins, with children’s fingers in them, salad of mushroom seed, hemlock, noses and marrow of mice, beer from the marsh woman’s brewery, and sparkling salt-petre wine from the grave cellars. These were all substantial food. Rusty nails and church-window glass formed the dessert. The old elf king had his gold crown polished up with powdered slate-pencil; it was like that used by the first form, and very difficult for an elf king to obtain. In the bedrooms, curtains were hung up and fastened with the slime of snails; there was, indeed, a buzzing and humming everywhere.
“Now we must fumigate the place with burnt horse-hair and pig’s bristles, and then I think I shall have done my part,” said the elf man-servant.
“Father, dear,” said the youngest daughter, “may I now hear who our high-born visitors are?”
“Well, I suppose I must tell you now,” he replied; “two of my daughters must prepare themselves to be married, for the marriages certainly will take place. The old goblin from Norway, who lives in the ancient Dovre mountains, and who possesses many castles built of rock and freestone, besides a gold mine, which is better than all, so it is thought, is coming with his two sons, who are both seeking a wife. The old goblin is a true-hearted, honest, old Norwegian graybeard; cheerful and straightforward. I knew him formerly, when we used to drink together to our good fellowship: he came here once to fetch his wife, she is dead now. She was the daughter of the king of the chalk-hills at Moen. They say he took his wife from chalk; I shall be delighted to see him again. It is said that the boys are ill-bred, forward lads, but perhaps that is not quite correct, and they will become better as they grow older. Let me see that you know how to teach them good manners.”
“And when are they coming?” asked the daughter.
“That depends upon wind and weather,” said the elf king; “they travel economically. They will come when there is the chance of a ship. I wanted them to come over to Sweden, but the old man was not inclined to take my advice. He does not go forward with the times, and that I do not like.”
Two will-o’-the-wisps came jumping in, one quicker than the other, so of course, one arrived first. “They are coming! they are coming!” he cried.
“Give me my crown,” said the elf king, “and let me stand in the moonshine.”
The daughters drew on their shawls and bowed down to the ground. There stood the old goblin from the Dovre mountains, with his crown of hardened ice and polished fir-cones. Besides this, he wore a bear-skin, and great, warm boots, while his sons went with their throats bare and wore no braces, for they were strong men.
“Is that a hill?” said the youngest of the boys, pointing to the elf hill, “we should call it a hole in Norway.”
“Boys,” said the old man, “a hole goes in, and a hill stands out; have you no eyes in your heads?”
Another thing they wondered at was, that they were able without trouble to understand the language.
“Take care,” said the old man, “or people will think you have not been well brought up.”
Then they entered the elfin hill, where the select and grand company were assembled, and so quickly had they appeared that they seemed to have been blown together. But for each guest the neatest and pleasantest arrangement had been made. The sea folks sat at table in great water-tubs, and they said it was just like being at home. All behaved themselves properly excepting the two young northern goblins; they put their legs on the table and thought they were all right.
“Feet off the table-cloth!” said the old goblin. They obeyed, but not immediately. Then they tickled the ladies who waited at table, with the fir-cones, which they carried in their pockets. They took off their boots, that they might be more at ease, and gave them to the ladies to hold. But their father, the old goblin, was very different; he talked pleasantly about the stately Norwegian rocks, and told fine tales of the waterfalls which dashed over them with a clattering noise like thunder or the sound of an organ, spreading their white foam on every side. He told of the salmon that leaps in the rushing waters, while the water-god plays on his golden harp. He spoke of the bright winter nights, when the sledge bells are ringing, and the boys run with burning torches across the smooth ice, which is so transparent that they can see the fishes dart forward beneath their feet. He described everything so clearly, that those who listened could see it all; they could see the saw-mills going, the men-servants and the maidens singing songs, and dancing a rattling dance,—when all at once the old goblin gave the old elfin maiden a kiss, such a tremendous kiss, and yet they were almost strangers to each other.
Then the elfin girls had to dance, first in the usual way, and then with stamping feet, which they performed very well; then followed the artistic and solo dance. Dear me, how they did throw their legs about! No one could tell where the dance begun, or where it ended, nor indeed which were legs and which were arms, for they were all flying about together, like the shavings in a saw-pit! And then they spun round so quickly that the death-horse and the grave-pig became sick and giddy, and were obliged to leave the table.
“Stop!” cried the old goblin, “is that the only house-keeping they can perform? Can they do anything more than dance and throw about their legs, and make a whirlwind?”
“You shall soon see what they can do,” said the elf king. And then he called his youngest daughter to him. She was slender and fair as moonlight, and the most graceful of all the sisters. She took a white chip in her mouth, and vanished instantly; this was her accomplishment. But the old goblin said he should not like his wife to have such an accomplishment, and thought his boys would have the same objection. Another daughter could make a figure like herself follow her, as if she had a shadow, which none of the goblin folk ever had. The third was of quite a different sort; she had learnt in the brew-house of the moor witch how to lard elfin puddings with glow-worms.
“She will make a good housewife,” said the old goblin, and then saluted her with his eyes instead of drinking her health; for he did not drink much.
Now came the fourth daughter, with a large harp to play upon; and when she struck the first chord, every one lifted up the left leg (for the goblins are left-legged), and at the second chord they found they must all do just what she wanted.
“That is a dangerous woman,” said the old goblin; and the two sons walked out of the hill; they had had enough of it. “And what can the next daughter do?” asked the old goblin.
“I have learnt everything that is Norwegian,” said she; “and I will never marry, unless I can go to Norway.”
Then her youngest sister whispered to the old goblin, “That is only because she has heard, in a Norwegian song, that when the world shall decay, the cliffs of Norway will remain standing like monuments; and she wants to get there, that she may be safe; for she is so afraid of sinking.”
“Ho! ho!” said the old goblin, “is that what she means? Well, what can the seventh and last do?”
“The sixth comes before the seventh,” said the elf king, for he could reckon; but the sixth would not come forward.
“I can only tell people the truth,” said she. “No one cares for me, nor troubles himself about me; and I have enough to do to sew my grave clothes.”
So the seventh and last came; and what could she do? Why, she could tell stories, as many as you liked, on any subject.
“Here are my five fingers,” said the old goblin; “now tell me a story for each of them.”
So she took him by the wrist, and he laughed till he nearly choked; and when she came to the fourth finger, there was a gold ring on it, as if it knew there was to be a betrothal. Then the old goblin said, “Hold fast what you have: this hand is yours; for I will have you for a wife myself.”
Then the elfin girl said that the stories about the ring-finger and little Peter Playman had not yet been told.
“We will hear them in the winter,” said the old goblin, “and also about the fir and the birch-trees, and the ghost stories, and of the tingling frost. You shall tell your tales, for no one over there can do it so well; and we will sit in the stone rooms, where the pine logs are burning, and drink mead out of the golden drinking-horn of the old Norwegian kings. The water-god has given me two; and when we sit there, Nix comes to pay us a visit, and will sing you all the songs of the mountain shepherdesses. How merry we shall be! The salmon will be leaping in the waterfalls, and dashing against the stone walls, but he will not be able to come in. It is indeed very pleasant to live in old Norway. But where are the lads?”
Where indeed were they? Why, running about the fields, and blowing out the will-o’-the-wisps, who so good-naturedly came and brought their torches.
“What tricks have you been playing?” said the old goblin. “I have taken a mother for you, and now you may take one of your aunts.”
But the youngsters said they would rather make a speech and drink to their good fellowship; they had no wish to marry. Then they made speeches and drank toasts, and tipped their glasses, to show that they were empty. Then they took off their coats, and lay down on the table to sleep; for they made themselves quite at home. But the old goblin danced about the room with his young bride, and exchanged boots with her, which is more fashionable than exchanging rings.
“The cock is crowing,” said the old elfin maiden who acted as housekeeper; “now we must close the shutters, that the sun may not scorch us.”
Then the hill closed up. But the lizards continued to run up and down the riven tree; and one said to the other, “Oh, how much I was pleased with the old goblin!”
“The boys pleased me better,” said the earth-worm. But then the poor miserable creature could not see.
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