sâmbătă, 1 mai 2010

Hans Christian Andersen - The Nightingale (Privighetoarea)


Hans Christian Andersen - The Nightingale (Privighetoarea)

In China, you know, the emperor is a Chinese, and all those about him are Chinamen also. The story I am going to tell you happened a great many years ago, so it is well to hear it now before it is forgotten. The emperor’s palace was the most beautiful in the world. It was built entirely of porcelain, and very costly, but so delicate and brittle that whoever touched it was obliged to be careful. In the garden could be seen the most singular flowers, with pretty silver bells tied to them, which tinkled so that every one who passed could not help noticing the flowers. Indeed, everything in the emperor’s garden was remarkable, and it extended so far that the gardener himself did not know where it ended. Those who travelled beyond its limits knew that there was a noble forest, with lofty trees, sloping down to the deep blue sea, and the great ships sailed under the shadow of its branches. In one of these trees lived a nightingale, who sang so beautifully that even the poor fishermen, who had so many other things to do, would stop and listen. Sometimes, when they went at night to spread their nets, they would hear her sing, and say, “Oh, is not that beautiful?” But when they returned to their fishing, they forgot the bird until the next night. Then they would hear it again, and exclaim “Oh, how beautiful is the nightingale’s song!”

Acum mult timp, in China traia un imparat al carui palat era cel mai frumos din lume, fiind construit in intregime din portelan delicat. In jurul palatului erau splendide gradini imense, pline cu plante si flori rare. In spatele acestor gradini, o padure mare de pini strajuia drumul pana la mare. In aceasta padure de pini traia o micuta privighetoare.
Privighetoarea canta atat de frumos incat, oricine o auzea cantand nu mai putea sa uite vrodata cantecul ei.
Pescarii sarmani care-si aruncau plasele in mare toata ziua, se opreau din munca lor cand auzeau privighetoarea cantand. "Ce frumos canta!" ziceau ei, uitand de problemele lor si ascultand muzica dulce.
Calatori multi veneau din tari indepartate sa vada regatul imparatului, ei admirau delicatul palat de portelan si gradinile minunate, dar cand auzeau cantecul privighetorii, toti spuneau: "Acesta e cel mai frumos din toate frumusetile de aici!"

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