Пересказ снежная королева на английском. Сказка Ганса Христиана Андерсена - The Snow Queen (Снежная королева) на английском языке

There came a soldier marching down the high road-one, two! one, two! He had his knapsack on his back and his sword at his side as he came home from the wars. On the road he met a witch, an ugly old witch, a witch whose lower lip dangled right down on her chest.

"Good evening, soldier," she said. "What a fine sword you"ve got there, and what a big knapsack. Aren"t you every inch a soldier! And now you shall have money, as much as you please."

"That"s very kind, you old witch," said the soldier.

"See that big tree." The witch pointed to one near by them. "It"s hollow to the roots. Climb to the top of the trunk and you"ll find a hole through which you can let yourself down deep under the tree. I"ll tie a rope around your middle, so that when you call me I can pull you up again."

"What would I do deep down under that tree?" the soldier wanted to know.

"Fetch money," the witch said. "Listen. When you touch bottom you"ll find yourself in a great hall. It is very bright there, because more than a hundred lamps are burning. By their light you will see three doors. Each door has a key in it, so you can open them all.

"If you walk into the first room, you"ll see a large chest in the middle of the floor. On it sits a dog, and his eyes are as big as saucers. But don"t worry about that. I"ll give you my blue checked apron to spread out on the floor. Snatch up that dog and set him on my apron. Then you can open the chest and take out as many pieces of money as you please. They are all copper.

"But if silver suits you better, then go into the next room. There sits a dog and his eyes are as big as mill wheels. But don"t you care about that. Set the dog on my apron while you line your pockets with silver.

"Maybe you"d rather have gold. You can, you know. You can have all the gold you can carry if you go into the third room. The only hitch is that there on the money-chest sits a dog, and each of his eyes is as big as the Round Tower of Copenhagen. That"s the sort of dog he is. But never you mind how fierce he looks. Just set him on my apron and he"ll do you no harm as you help yourself from the chest to all the gold you want."

"That suits me," said the soldier. "But what do you get out of all this, you old witch? I suppose that you want your share."

"No indeed," said the witch. "I don"t want a penny of it. All I ask is for you to fetch me an old tinder box that my grandmother forgot the last time she was down there."

"Good," said the soldier. "Tie the rope around me."

"Here it is," said the witch, "and here"s my blue checked apron."

The soldier climbed up to the hole in the tree and let himself slide through it, feet foremost down into the great hall where the hundreds of lamps were burning, just as the witch had said. Now he threw open the first door he came to. Ugh! There sat a dog glaring at him with eyes as big as saucers.

"You"re a nice fellow," the soldier said, as he shifted him to the witch"s apron and took all the coppers that his pockets would hold. He shut up the chest, set the dog back on it, and made for the second room. Alas and alack! There sat the dog with eyes as big as mill wheels.

"Don"t you look at me like that." The soldier set him on the witch"s apron. "You"re apt to strain your eyesight." When he saw the chest brimful of silver, he threw away all his coppers and filled both his pockets and knapsack with silver alone. Then he went into the third room. Oh, what a horrible sight to see! The dog in there really did have eyes as big as the Round Tower, and when he rolled them they spun like wheels.

"Good evening," the soldier said, and saluted, for such a dog he had never seen before. But on second glance he thought to himself, "This won"t do." So he lifted the dog down to the floor, and threw open the chest. What a sight! Here was gold and to spare. He could buy out all Copenhagen with it. He could buy all the cake-woman"s sugar pigs, and all the tin soldiers, whips, and rocking horses there are in the world. Yes, there was really money!

In short order the soldier got rid of all the silver coins he had stuffed in his pockets and knapsack, to put gold in their place. Yes sir, he crammed all his pockets, his knapsack, his cap, and his boots so full that he scarcely could walk. Now he was made of money. Putting the dog back on the chest he banged out the door and called up through the hollow tree:

"Pull me up now, you old witch."

"Have you got the tinder box?" asked the witch.

"Confound the tinder box," the soldier shouted. "I clean forgot it."

When he fetched it, the witch hauled him up. There he stood on the highroad again, with his pockets, boots, knapsack and cap full of gold.

"What do you want with the tinder box?" he asked the old witch.

"None of your business," she told him. "You"ve had your money, so hand over my tinder box."

"Nonsense," said the soldier. "I"ll take out my sword and I"ll cut your head off if you don"t tell me at once what you want with it."

"I won"t," the witch screamed at him.

So he cut her head off. There she lay! But he tied all his money in her apron, slung it over his shoulder, stuck the tinder box in his pocket, and struck out for town.

It was a splendid town. He took the best rooms at the best inn, and ordered all the good things he liked to eat, for he was a rich man now because he had so much money. The servant who cleaned his boots may have thought them remarkably well worn for a man of such means, but that was before he went shopping. Next morning he bought boots worthy of him, and the best clothes. Now that he had turned out to be such a fashionable gentleman, people told him all about the splendors of their town-all about their King, and what a pretty Princess he had for a daughter.

"Where can I see her?" the soldier inquired.

"You can"t see her at all," everyone said. "She lives in a great copper castle inside all sorts of walls and towers. Only the King can come in or go out of it, for it"s been foretold that the Princess will marry a common soldier. The King would much rather she didn"t."

"I"d like to see her just the same," the soldier thought. But there was no way to manage it,

Now he lived a merry life. He went to the theatre, drove about in the

King"s garden, and gave away money to poor people. This was to his credit, for he remembered from the old days what it feels like to go without a penny in your pocket. Now that he was wealthy and well dressed, he had all too many who called him their friend and a genuine gentleman. That pleased him

But he spent money every day without making any, and wound up with only two coppers to his name. He had to quit his fine quarters to live in a garret, clean his own boots, and mend them himself with a darning needle. None of his friends came to see him, because there were too many stairs to climb.

One evening when he sat in the dark without even enough money to buy a candle, he suddenly remembered there was a candle end in the tinder box that he had picked up when the witch sent him down the hollow tree. He got out the tinder box, and the moment he struck sparks from the flint of it his door burst open and there stood a dog from down under the tree. It was the one with eyes as big as saucers.

"What," said the dog, "is my lord"s command?"

"What"s this?" said the soldier. "Have I got the sort of tinder box that will get me whatever I want? Go get me some money," he ordered the dog. Zip! The dog was gone. Zip! He was back again, with a bag full of copper in his mouth.

Now the soldier knew what a remarkable tinder box he had. Strike it once and there was the dog from the chest of copper coins. Strike it twice and here came the dog who had the silver. Three times brought the dog who guarded gold.

Back went the soldier to his comfortable quarters. Out strode the soldier in fashionable clothes. Immediately his friends knew him again, because they liked him so much.

Then the thought occurred to him, "Isn"t it odd that no one ever gets to see the Princess? They say she"s very pretty, but what"s the good of it as long as she stays locked up in that large copper castle with so many towers? Why can"t I see her? Where"s my tinder box?" He struck a light and, zip! came the dog with eyes as big as saucers.

"It certainly is late," said the soldier. "Practically midnight. But I do want a glimpse of the Princess, if only for a moment."

Out the door went the dog, and before the soldier could believe it, here came the dog with the Princess on his back. She was sound asleep, and so pretty that everyone could see she was a Princess. The soldier couldn"t keep from kissing her, because he was every inch a soldier. Then the dog took the Princess home.

Next morning when the King and Queen were drinking their tea, the Princess told them about the strange dream she"d had-all about a dog and a soldier. She"d ridden on the dog"s back, and the soldier had kissed her.

"Now that was a fine story," said the Queen. The next night one of the old ladies of the court was under orders to sit by the Princess"s bed, and see whether this was a dream or something else altogether. The soldier was longing to see the pretty Princess again, so the dog came by night to take her up and away as fast as he could run. But the old lady pulled on her storm boots and ran right after them. When she saw them disappear into a large house she thought, "Now I know where it is," and drew a big cross on the door with a piece of chalk. Then she went home to bed, and before long the dog brought the Princess home too. But when the dog saw that cross marked on the soldier"s front door, he got himself a piece of chalk and cross-marked every door in the town. This was a clever thing to do, because now the old lady couldn"t tell the right door from all the wrong doors he had marked.

Early in the morning along came the King and the Queen, the old lady, and all the officers, to see where the Princess had been.

"Here it is," said the King when he saw the first cross mark.

"No, my dear. There it is," said the Queen who was looking next door.

"Here"s one, there"s one, and yonder"s another one!" said they all. Wherever they looked they saw chalk marks, so they gave up searching.

The Queen, though, was an uncommonly clever woman, who could do more than ride in a coach. She took her big gold scissors, cut out a piece of silk, and made a neat little bag. She filled it with fine buckwheat flour and tied it on to the Princess"s back. Then she pricked a little hole in it so that the flour would sift out along the way, wherever the Princess might go.

Again the dog came in the night, took the Princess on his back, and ran with her to the soldier, who loved her so much that he would have been glad to be a Prince just so he could make his wife.

The dog didn"t notice how the flour made a trail from the castle right up to the soldier"s window, where he ran up the wall with the Princess. So in the morning it was all too plain to the King and Queen just where their daughter had been.

They took the soldier and they put him in prison. There he sat. It was dark, and it was dismal, and they told him, "Tomorrow is the day for you to hang." That didn"t cheer him up any, and as for his tinder box he"d left it behind at the inn. In the morning he could see through his narrow little window how the people all hurried out of town to see him hanged. He heard the drums beat and he saw the soldiers march. In the crowd of running people he saw a shoemaker"s boy in a leather apron and slippers. The boy galloped so fast that off flew one slipper, which hit the wall right where the soldier pressed his face to the iron bars.

"Hey there, you shoemaker"s boy, there"s no hurry," the soldier shouted. "Nothing can happen till I get there. But if you run to where I live and bring me my tinder box, I"ll give you four coppers. Put your best foot foremost."

The shoemaker"s boy could use four coppers, so he rushed the tinder box to the soldier, and-well, now we shall hear what happened!

Outside the town a high gallows had been built. Around it stood soldiers and many hundred thousand people. The King and Queen sat on a splendid throne, opposite the judge and the whole council. The soldier already stood upon the ladder, but just as they were about to put the rope around his neck he said the custom was to grant a poor criminal one last small favor. He wanted to smoke a pipe of tobacco-the last he"d be smoking in this world.

The King couldn"t refuse him, so the soldier struck fire from his tinder box, once-twice-and a third time. Zip! There stood all the dogs, one with eyes as big as saucers, one with eyes as big as mill wheels, one with eyes as big as the Round Tower of Copenhagen.

"Help me. Save me from hanging!" said the soldier. Those dogs took the judges and all the council, some by the leg and some by the nose, and tossed them so high that they came down broken to bits.

"Don"t!" cried the King, but the biggest dog took him and the Queen too, and tossed them up after the others. Then the soldiers trembled and the people shouted, "Soldier, be our King and marry the pretty Princess."

So they put the soldier in the King"s carriage. All three of his dogs danced in front of it, and shouted "Hurrah!" The boys whistled through their fingers, and the soldiers saluted. The Princess came out of the copper castle to be Queen, and that suited her exactly. The wedding lasted all of a week, and the three dogs sat at the table, with their eyes opened wider than ever before.

Сценарий к сказке «Снежная королева»

They had a magic mirror.

Once they broke the mirror. We would like to tell you the tale of the Snow Queen.

У них было волшебное зеркало.

Однажды они разбили зеркало.

In winter they listened to old wives" tales about the Snow Queen.

His heart was icy and he was a bad boy.

Kai flew with a snow queen in Snow Castle.

4.Gerda went to look for Kay.

Poor girl long sought Kai.

Герда отправилась искать Кая.

Raven said Kai married Princess.

6.But it was another boy.

Но это был другой мальчик.

7.In the forest, Gerda caught the robbers.

The little robber wanted to play with Gerda.

She let Gerda and deer.

Она отпустила Герду и оленя.

It was very cold.

Было очень холодно.

The Snow Queen was happy.

Кай играл с льдинками.

Splinter flew from eyes Kai.

Heart beat again.

Герда заплакала.

Осколок вылетел из глаза Кая.

11.Snow Queen disappeared.

Kay and Gerda went home.

Снежная королева растаяла.

12.Fairy tale finished.

Thank you for your attention.

Закончилась сказка. Я надеюсь, что тебе понравилась эта добрая история?

Спасибо вам за внимание.

We would like to tell you the tale of the Snow Queen.

Ви вулд лайк ту телл в тэл оф в сноу квин.

Нам хотелось бы рассказать вам сказку о Снежной королеве.

1.Terrible trolls did not like people.

Террибл тролс дид ноч лайк пипл.

They had a magic mirror.

Вей хэд э магик миро.

Once they broke the mirror.

Ванс вей брок в миро.

Pieces of mirrors scattered around the world.

Пайсес оф миррос скаттед эраунд в волд.

Ужасные тролли не любили людей.

У них было волшебное зеркало.

Однажды они разбили зеркало.

Тысячи осколков разлетелись по миру.

2.Kay and Gerda were living in a small town.

Кай энд Герда ве ливинг ин э смол таун.

They were friends and grew beautiful roses.

Вей ве френдс энд греу бьютифул розес.

In winter they listened to grandmother’s tales about the Snow Queen.

Ин винте вей листенд ту грэндмавэс тэйлс эбаут в сноу квин.

Кай и Герда жили в маленьком городе.

Они дружили и выращивали прекрасные розы.

Зимой они слушали сказки о Снежной королеве, которые им рассказывала бабушка.

3.Suddenly Kai got a splinter in his eye.

Садденли Кай гот э сплинтэ ин хиз ийе.

He was a bad boy because his heart was icy.

Хи воз э бэд бой бикоз хиз хетт воз айси.

Then Kai flew with a snow queen in snow palace.

Вен Кай флу вив э сноу квин ин сноу палас.

Вдруг осколок попал в глаз Кая.

Он стал плохим мальчиком, потому что его сердце стало ледяным.

Затем Кай улетел со Снежной королевой в зимний дворец.

4.Gerda went to look for Kay.

Герда вент ту лук фо Кай.

Poor girl long sought Kai.

Пуа гел лонг сауч Кай.

Герда отправилась искать Кая.

Бедная девочка долго искала Кая.

5.On the way she met a Raven .

Он в вэй ши мет э рэвен.

Raven said that Kai married Princess.

Рэвен сэйд Кай маррид принцесс.

По дороге она встретила ворона.

Ворон сказал, что Кай женился на принцессе.

6.But it was another boy.

Бат ит воз энавэ бой.

Princess pitted girl and present her a carriage.

Принцес питед гел энд презент хе э карридж.

Но это был другой мальчик.

Принцесса сжалилась над девочкой и подарила ей карету.

7.In the forest Gerda caught the robbers.

Ин в форест Герда кауч в роберс.

The little robber wanted to play with girl.

В литл роббэ вонтед ту плэй вив гел.

But then the little robber pitted girl.

Бат вен в литл роббэ питед гел.

She let Gerda and deer.

Ши лет Герда энд диа.

В лесу Герду поймали разбойники.

Маленькая разбойница хотела играть с девочкой.

Но затем маленькая разбойница пожалела девочку.

Она отпустила Герду и оленя.

8.Of course Gerda went to the palace of the Snow Queen.

Оф коз Герда вент ту в палас оф в сноу квин.

It was very cold.

Ит воз вери колд .

Наконец, Герда пришла во дворец Снежной королевы.

Было очень холодно.

9.Kai played with ice crystals.

Кай плэйд вив айс крайстэлс.

The Snow Queen was very happy.

В сноу квин воз вери хэппи.

Кай играл с льдинками.

Снежная королева была очень счастлива.

Герда вепт.

Splinter flew from eye Kai.

Сплинтэ флеу фром ийе Кай.

Hot heart beat again.

Хот хетт бит эгэйн.

Герда заплакала.

Осколок вылетел из глаза Кая.

Горячее сердце забилось вновь.

11.Snow Queen disappeared.

Сноу квин дисэппед .

Kay and Gerda went home.

Кай энд Герда вент хом.

Снежная королева растаяла.

Кай и Герда возвратились домой.

12.Fairy tale finished.

Фэри тэл финишед.

I hope you liked this kind history?

Ай хоп ю лайкед виз кинд хизтори?

Thank you for your attention.

Фэнк ю фо е этейшен.

Закончилась сказка.

Я надеюсь, что тебе понравилась эта добрая история. Спасибо вам за внимание.

Which Has to Do with a Mirror and its Fragments

First Story

Now then! We will begin. When the story is done you shall know a great deal more than you do know.

He was a terribly bad hobgoblin, a goblin of the very wickedest sort and, in fact, he was the devil himself. One day the devil was in a very good humor because he had just finished a mirror which had this peculiar power: everything good and beautiful that was reflected in it seemed to dwindle to almost nothing at all, while everything that was worthless and ugly became most conspicuous and even uglier than ever. In this mirror the loveliest landscapes looked like boiled spinach, and the very best people became hideous, or stood on their heads and had no stomachs. Their faces were distorted beyond any recognition, and if a person had a freckle it was sure to spread until it covered both nose and mouth.

"That"s very funny!" said the devil. If a good, pious thought passed through anyone"s mind, it showed in the mirror as a carnal grin, and the devil laughed aloud at his ingenious invention.

All those who went to the hobgoblin"s school-for he had a school of his own-told everyone that a miracle had come to pass. Now, they asserted, for the very first time you could see how the world and its people really looked. They scurried about with the mirror until there was not a person alive nor a land on earth that had not been distorted.

Then they wanted to fly up to heaven itself, to scoff at the angels, and our Lord. The higher they flew with the mirror, the wider it grinned. They could hardly manage to hold it. Higher they flew, and higher still, nearer to heaven and the angels. Then the grinning mirror trembled with such violence that it slipped from their hands and fell to the earth, where it shattered into hundreds of millions of billions of bits, or perhaps even more. And now it caused more trouble than it did before it was broken, because some of the fragments were smaller than a grain of sand and these went flying throughout the wide world. Once they got in people"s eyes they would stay there. These bits of glass distorted everything the people saw, and made them see only the bad side of things, for every little bit of glass kept the same power that the whole mirror had possessed.

A few people even got a glass splinter in their hearts, and that was a terrible thing, for it turned their hearts into lumps of ice. Some of the fragments were so large that they were used as window panes-but not the kind of window through which you should look at your friends. Other pieces were made into spectacles, and evil things came to pass when people put them on to see clearly and to see justice done. The fiend was so tickled by it all that he laughed till his sides were sore. But fine bits of the glass are still flying through the air, and now you shall hear what happened.

A Little Boy and a Little Girl

Second Story

In the big city it was so crowded with houses and people that few found room for even a small garden and most people had to be content with a flowerpot, but two poor children who lived there managed to have a garden that was a little bigger than a flowerpot. These children were not brother and sister, but they loved each other just as much as if they had been. Their parents lived close to one another in the garrets of two adjoining houses. Where the roofs met and where the rain gutter ran between the two houses, their two small windows faced each other. One had only to step across the rain gutter to go from window to window.

In these windows, the parents had a large box where they planted vegetables for their use, and a little rose bush too. Each box had a bush, which thrived to perfection. Then it occurred to the parents to put these boxes across the gutter, where they very nearly reached from one window to the other, and looked exactly like two walls of flowers. The pea plants hung down over the boxes, and the rose bushes threw out long sprays that framed the windows and bent over toward each other. It was almost like a little triumphal arch of greenery and flowers. The boxes were very high, and the children knew that they were not to climb about on them, but they were often allowed to take their little stools out on the roof under the roses, where they had a wonderful time playing together.

Winter, of course, put an end to this pleasure. The windows often frosted over completely. But they would heat copper pennies on the stove and press these hot coins against the frost-coated glass. Then they had the finest of peepholes, as round as a ring, and behind them appeared a bright, friendly eye, one at each window-it was the little boy and the little girl who peeped out. His name was Kay and hers was Gerda. With one skip they could join each other in summer, but to visit together in the wintertime they had to go all the way downstairs in one house, and climb all the way upstairs in the other. Outside the snow was whirling.

"See the white bees swarming," the old grandmother said.

"Do they have a queen bee, too?" the little boy asked, for he knew that real bees have one.

"Yes, indeed they do," the grandmother said. "She flies in the thick of the swarm. She is the biggest bee of all, and can never stay quietly on the earth, but goes back again to the dark clouds. Many a wintry night she flies through the streets and peers in through the windows. Then they freeze over in a strange fashion, as if they were covered with flowers."

"Oh yes, we"ve seen that," both the children said, and so they knew it was true.

"Can the Snow Queen come in here?" the little girl asked.

"Well, let her come!" cried the boy. "I would put her on the hot stove and melt her."

But Grandmother stroked his head, and told them other stories.

That evening when little Kay was at home and half ready for bed, he climbed on the chair by the window and looked out through the little peephole. A few snowflakes were falling, and the largest flake of all alighted on the edge of one of the flower boxes. This flake grew bigger and bigger, until at last it turned into a woman, who was dressed in the finest white gauze which looked as if it had been made from millions of star-shaped flakes. She was beautiful and she was graceful, but she was ice-shining, glittering ice. She was alive, for all that, and her eyes sparkled like two bright stars, but in them there was neither rest nor peace. She nodded toward the window and beckoned with her hand. The little boy was frightened, and as he jumped down from the chair it seemed to him that a huge bird flew past the window.

The next day was clear and cold. Then the snow thawed, and springtime came. The sun shone, the green grass sprouted, swallows made their nests, windows were thrown open, and once again the children played in their little roof garden, high up in the rain gutter on top of the house.

That summer the roses bloomed their splendid best. The little girl had learned a hymn in which there was a line about roses that reminded her of their own flowers. She sang it to the little boy, and he sang it with her:

The children held each other by the hand, kissed the roses, looked up at the Lord"s clear sunshine, and spoke to it as if the Christ Child were there. What glorious summer days those were, and how beautiful it was out under those fragrant rose bushes which seemed as if they would never stop blooming.

Kay and Gerda were looking at a picture book of birds and beasts one day, and it was then-just as the clock in the church tower was striking five-that Kay cried:

"Oh! something hurt my heart. And now I"ve got something in my eye."

The little girl put her arm around his neck, and he blinked his eye. No, she couldn"t see anything in it.

"I think it"s gone," he said. But it was not gone. It was one of those splinters of glass from the magic mirror. You remember that goblin"s mirror-the one which made everything great and good that was reflected in it appear small and ugly, but which magnified all evil things until each blemish loomed large. Poor Kay! A fragment had pierced his heart as well, and soon it would turn into a lump of ice. The pain had stopped, but the glass was still there.

"Why should you be crying?" he asked. "It makes you look so ugly. There"s nothing the matter with me." And suddenly he took it into his head to say:

"Ugh! that rose is all worm-eaten. And look, this one is crooked. And these roses, they are just as ugly as they can be. They look like the boxes they grow in." He gave the boxes a kick, and broke off both of the roses.

"Kay! what are you doing?" the little girl cried. When he saw how it upset her, he broke off another rose and then leaped home through his own window, leaving dear little Gerda all alone.

Afterwards, when she brought out her picture book, he said it was fit only for babes in the cradle. And whenever Grandmother told stories, he always broke in with a "but-." If he could manage it he would steal behind her, perch a pair of spectacles on his nose, and imitate her. He did this so cleverly that it made everybody laugh, and before long he could mimic the walk and the talk of everyone who lived on that street. Everything that was odd or ugly about them, Kay could mimic so well that people said, "That boy has surely got a good head on him!" But it was the glass in his eye and the glass in his heart that made him tease even little Gerda, who loved him with all her soul.

Now his games were very different from what they used to be. They became more sensible. When the snow was flying about one wintry day, he brought a large magnifying glass out of doors and spread the tail of his blue coat to let the snowflakes fall on it.

"Now look through the glass," he told Gerda. Each snowflake seemed much larger, and looked like a magnificent flower or a ten-pointed star. It was marvelous to look at.

"Look, how artistic!" said Kay. "They are much more interesting to look at than real flowers, for they are absolutely perfect. There isn"t a flaw in them, until they start melting."

A little while later Kay came down with his big gloves on his hands and his sled on his back. Right in Gerda"s ear he bawled out, "I"ve been given permission to play in the big square where the other boys are!" and away he ran.

In the square some of the more adventuresome boys would tie their little sleds on behind the farmer"s carts, to be pulled along for quite a distance. It was wonderful sport. While the fun was at its height, a big sleigh drove up. It was painted entirely white, and the driver wore a white, shaggy fur cloak and a white, shaggy cap. As the sleigh drove twice around the square, Kay quickly hooked his little sled behind it, and down the street they went, faster and faster. The driver turned around in a friendly fashion and nodded to Kay, just as if they were old acquaintances. Every time Kay started to unfasten his little sleigh, its driver nodded again, and Kay held on, even when they drove right out through the town gate.

Then the snow began to fall so fast that the boy could not see his hands in front of him, as they sped on. He suddenly let go the slack of the rope in his hands, in order so get loose from the big sleigh, but it did no good. His little sled was tied on securely, and they went like the wind. He gave a loud shout, but nobody heard him. The snow whirled and the sleigh flew along. Every now and then it gave a jump, as if it were clearing hedges and ditches. The boy was terror-stricken. He tried to say his prayers, but all he could remember was his multiplication tables.

The snowflakes got bigger and bigger, until they looked like big white hens. All of a sudden the curtain of snow parted, and the big sleigh stopped and the driver stood up. The fur coat and the cap were made of snow, and it was a woman, tall and slender and blinding white-she was the Snow Queen herself.

"We have made good time," she said. "Is it possible that you tremble from cold? Crawl under my bear coat." She took him up in the sleigh beside her, and as she wrapped the fur about him he felt as if he were sinking into a snowdrift.

"Are you still cold?" she asked, and kissed him on the forehead. Brer-r-r. That kiss was colder than ice. He felt it right down to his heart, half of which was already an icy lump. He felt as if he were dying, but only for a moment. Then he felt quite comfortable, and no longer noticed the cold.

"My sled! Don"t forget my sled!" It was the only thing he thought of. They tied it to one of the white hens, which flew along after them with the sled on its back. The Snow Queen kissed Kay once more, and then he forgot little Gerda, and Grandmother, and all the others at home.

"You won"t get any more kisses now," she said, "or else I should kiss you to death." Kay looked at her. She was so beautiful! A cleverer and prettier face he could not imagine. She no longer seemed to be made of ice, as she had seemed when she sat outside his window and beckoned to him. In his eyes she was perfect, and she was not at all afraid. He told her how he could do mental arithmetic even with fractions, and that he knew the size and population of all the countries. She kept on smiling, and he began to be afraid that he did not know as much as he thought he did. He looked up at the great big space overhead, as she flew with him high up on the black clouds, while the storm whistled and roared as if it were singing old ballads.

They flew over forests and lakes, over many a land and sea. Below them the wind blew cold, wolves howled, and black crows screamed as they skimmed across the glittering snow. But up above the moon shone bright and large, and on it Kay fixed his eyes throughout that long, long winter night. By day he slept at the feet of the Snow Queen.

The Flower Garden of the Woman Skilled in Magic

Third Story

How did little Gerda get along when Kay did not come back? Where could he be? Nobody knew. Nobody could give them any news of him. All that the boys could say was that they had seen him hitch his little sled to a fine big sleigh, which had driven down the street and out through the town gate. Nobody knew what had become of Kay. Many tears were shed, and little Gerda sobbed hardest of all. People said that he was dead-that he must have been drowned in the river not far from town. Ah, how gloomy those long winter days were!

But spring and its warm sunshine came at last.

"Kay is dead and gone," little Gerda said.

"I don"t believe it," said the sunshine.

"He"s dead and gone," she said to the swallows.

"We don"t believe it," they sang. Finally little Gerda began to disbelieve it too. One morning she said to herself:

"I"ll put on my new red shoes, the ones Kay has never seen, and I"ll go down by the river to ask about him."

It was very early in the morning. She kissed her old grandmother, who was still asleep, put on her red shoes, and all by herself she hurried out through the town gate and down to the river.

"Is it true that you have taken my own little playmate? I"ll give you my red shoes if you will bring him back to me."

It seemed to her that the waves nodded very strangely. So she took off her red shoes that were her dearest possession, and threw them into the river. But they fell near the shore, and the little waves washed them right back to her. It seemed that the river could not take her dearest possession, because it did not have little Kay. However, she was afraid that she had not thrown them far enough, so she clambered into a boat that lay among the reeds, walked to the end of it, and threw her shoes out into the water again. But the boat was not tied, and her movements made it drift away from the bank. She realized this, and tried to get ashore, but by the time she reached the other end of the boat it was already more than a yard from the bank, and was fast gaining speed.

Little Gerda was so frightened that she began to cry, and no one was there to hear her except the sparrows. They could not carry her to land, but they flew along the shore twittering, "We are here! Here we are!" as if to comfort her. The boat drifted swiftly down the stream, and Gerda sat there quite still, in her stocking feet. Her little red shoes floated along behind, but they could not catch up with her because the boat was gathering headway. It was very pretty on both sides of the river, where the flowers were lovely, the trees were old, and the hillsides afforded pasture for cattle and sheep. But not one single person did Gerda see.

"Perhaps the river will take me to little Kay," she thought, and that made her feel more cheerful. She stood up and watched the lovely green banks for hour after hour.

Then she came to a large cherry orchard, in which there was a little house with strange red and blue windows. It had a thatched roof, and outside it stood two wooden soldiers, who presented arms to everyone who sailed past.

Gerda thought they were alive, and called out to them, but of course they did not answer her. She drifted quite close to them as the current drove the boat toward the bank. Gerda called even louder, and an old, old woman came out of the house. She leaned on a crooked stick; she had on a big sun hat, and on it were painted the most glorious flowers.

"You poor little child!" the old woman exclaimed. "However did you get lost on this big swift river, and however did you drift so far into the great wide world?" The old woman waded right into the water, caught hold of the boat with her crooked stick, pulled it in to shore, and lifted little Gerda out of it.

Gerda was very glad to be on dry land again, but she felt a little afraid of this strange old woman, who said to her:

"Come and tell me who you are, and how you got here." Gerda told her all about it. The woman shook her head and said, "Hmm, hmm!" And when Gerda had told her everything and asked if she hadn"t seen little Kay, the woman said he had not yet come by, but that he might be along any day now. And she told Gerda not to take it so to heart, but to taste her cherries and to look at her flowers. These were more beautiful than any picture book, and each one had a story to tell. Then she led Gerda by the hand into her little house, and the old woman locked the door.

The windows were placed high up on the walls, and through their red, blue, and yellow panes the sunlight streamed in a strange mixture of all the colors there are. But on the table were the most delicious cherries, and Gerda, who was no longer afraid, ate as many as she liked. While she was eating them, the old woman combed her hair with a golden comb. Gerda"s pretty hair fell in shining yellow ringlets on either side of a friendly little face that was as round and blooming as a rose.

"I"ve so often wished for a dear little girl like you," the old woman told her. "Now you"ll see how well the two of us will get along." While her hair was being combed, Gerda gradually forgot all about Kay, for the old woman was skilled in magic. But she was not a wicked witch. She only dabbled in magic to amuse herself, but she wanted very much to keep little Gerda. So she went out into her garden and pointed her crooked stick at all the rose bushes. In the full bloom of their beauty, all of them sank down into the black earth, without leaving a single trace behind. The old woman was afraid that if Gerda saw them they would remind her so strongly of her own roses, and of little Kay, that she would run away again.

Then Gerda was led into the flower garden. How fragrant and lovely it was! Every known flower of every season was there in full bloom. No picture book was ever so pretty and gay. Gerda jumped for joy, and played in the garden until the sun went down behind the tall cherry trees. Then she was tucked into a beautiful bed, under a red silk coverlet quilted with blue violets. There she slept, and there she dreamed as gloriously as any queen on her wedding day.

The next morning she again went out into the warm sunshine to play with the flowers-and this she did for many a day. Gerda knew every flower by heart, and, plentiful though they were, she always felt that there was one missing, but which one she didn"t quite know. One day she sat looking at the old woman"s sun hat, and the prettiest of all the flowers painted on it was a rose. The old woman had forgotten this rose on her hat when she made the real roses disappear in the earth. But that"s just the sort of thing that happens when one doesn"t stop to think.

"Why aren"t there any roses here?" said Gerda. She rushed out among the flower beds, and she looked and she looked, but there wasn"t a rose to be seen. Then she sat down and cried. But her hot tears fell on the very spot where a rose bush had sunk into the ground, and when her warm tears moistened the earth the bush sprang up again, as full of blossoms as when it disappeared. Gerda hugged it, and kissed the roses. She remembered her own pretty roses, and thought of little Kay.

"Oh how long I have been delayed," the little girl said. "I should have been looking for Kay. Don"t you know where he is?" she asked the roses. "Do you think that he is dead and gone?"

"He isn"t dead," the roses told her. "We have been down in the earth where the dead people are, but Kay is not there."

"Thank you," said little Gerda, who went to all the other flowers, put her lips near them and asked, "Do you know where little Kay is?"

But every flower stood in the sun, and dreamed its own fairy tale, or its story. Though Gerda listened to many, many of them, not one of the flowers knew anything about Kay.

What did the tiger lily say?

"Do you hear the drum? Boom, boom! It was only two notes, always boom, boom! Hear the women wail. Hear the priests chant. The Hindoo woman in her long red robe stands on the funeral pyre. The flames rise around her and her dead husband, but the Hindoo woman is thinking of that living man in the crowd around them. She is thinking of him whose eyes are burning hotter than the flames-of him whose fiery glances have pierced her heart more deeply than these flames that soon will burn her body to ashes. Can the flame of the heart die in the flame of the funeral pyre?"

"I don"t understand that at all," little Gerda said.

"That"s my fairy tale," said the lily.

What did the trumpet flower say?

"An ancient castle rises high from a narrow path in the mountains. The thick ivy grows leaf upon leaf where it climbs to the balcony. There stands a beautiful maiden. She leans out over the balustrade to look down the path. No rose on its stem is as graceful as she, nor is any apple blossom in the breeze so light. Hear the rustle of her silk gown, sighing, "Will he never come?""

"Do you mean Kay?" little Gerda asked.

"I am talking about my story, my own dream," the trumpet flower replied.

What did the little snowdrop say?

"Between the trees a board hangs by two ropes. It is a swing. Two pretty little girls, with frocks as white as snow, and long green ribbons fluttering from their hats, are swinging. Their brother, who is bigger than they are, stands behind them on the swing, with his arms around the ropes to hold himself. In one hand he has a little cup, and in the other a clay pipe. He is blowing soap bubbles, and as the swing flies the bubbles float off in all their changing colors. The last bubble is still clinging to the bowl of his pipe, and fluttering in the air as the swing sweeps to and fro. A little black dog, light as a bubble, is standing on his hind legs and trying to get up in the swing. But it does not stop. High and low the swing flies, until the dog loses his balance, barks, and loses his temper. They tease him, and the bubble bursts. A swinging board pictured in a bubble before it broke-that is my story."

"It may be a very pretty story, but you told it very sadly and you didn"t mention Kay at all."

What did the hyacinths say?

"There were three sisters, quite transparent and very fair. One wore a red dress, the second wore a blue one, and the third went all in white. Hand in hand they danced in the clear moonlight, beside a calm lake. They were not elfin folk. They were human beings. The air was sweet, and the sisters disappeared into the forest. The fragrance of the air grew sweeter. Three coffins, in which lie the three sisters, glide out of the forest and across the lake. The fireflies hover about them like little flickering lights. Are the dancing sisters sleeping or are they dead? The fragrance of the flowers says they are dead, and the evening bell tolls for their funeral."

"You are making me very unhappy," little Gerda said. "Your fragrance is so strong that I cannot help thinking of those dead sisters. Oh, could little Kay really be dead? The roses have been down under the ground, and they say no."

"Ding, dong," tolled the hyacinth bells. "We do not toll for little Kay. We do not know him. We are simply singing our song-the only song we know."

And Gerda went on to the buttercup that shone among its glossy green leaves.

"You are like a bright little sun," said Gerda. "Tell me, do you know where I can find my playmate?"

And the buttercup shone brightly as it looked up at Gerda. But what sort of song would a buttercup sing? It certainly wouldn"t be about Kay.

"In a small courtyard, God"s sun was shining brightly on the very first day of spring. Its beams glanced along the white wall of the house next door, and close by grew the first yellow flowers of spring shining like gold in the warm sunlight. An old grandmother was sitting outside in her chair. Her granddaughter, a poor but very pretty maidservant, had just come home for a little visit. She kissed her grandmother, and there was gold, a heart full of gold, in that kiss. Gold on her lips, gold in her dreams, and gold above in the morning beams. There, I"ve told you my little story," said the buttercup.

"Oh, my poor old Grandmother," said Gerda. "She will miss me so. She must be grieving for me as much as she did for little Kay. But I"ll soon go home again, and I"ll bring Kay with me. There"s no use asking the flowers about him. They don"t know anything except their own songs, and they haven"t any news for me."

Then she tucked up her little skirts so that she could run away faster, but the narcissus tapped against her leg as she was jumping over it. So she stopped and leaned over the tall flower.

"Perhaps you have something to tell me," she said.

What did the narcissus say?

"I can see myself! I can see myself! Oh, how sweet is my own fragrance! Up in the narrow garret there is a little dancer, half dressed. First she stands on one leg. Then she stands on both, and kicks her heels at the whole world. She is an illusion of the stage. She pours water from the teapot over a piece of cloth she is holding-it is her bodice. Cleanliness is such a virtue! Her white dress hangs from a hook. It too has been washed in the teapot, and dried on the roof. She puts it on, and ties a saffron scarf around her neck to make the dress seem whiter. Point your toes! See how straight she balances on that single stem. I can see myself! I can see myself!"

"I"m not interested," said Gerda. "What a thing to tell me about!"

She ran to the end of the garden, and though the gate was fastened she worked the rusty latch till it gave way and the gate flew open. Little Gerda scampered out into the wide world in her bare feet. She looked back three times, but nobody came after her. At last she could run no farther, and she sat down to rest on a big stone, and when she looked up she saw that summer had gone by, and it was late in the fall. She could never have guessed it inside the beautiful garden where the sun was always shining, and the flowers of every season were always in full bloom.

"Gracious! how long I"ve dallied," Gerda said. "Fall is already here. I can"t rest any longer."

She got up to run on, but how footsore and tired she was! And how cold and bleak everything around her looked! The long leaves of the willow tree had turned quite yellow, and damp puffs of mist dropped from them like drops of water. One leaf after another fell to the ground. Only the blackthorn still bore fruit, and its fruit was so sour that it set your teeth on edge.

Oh, how dreary and gray the wide world looked.

The Prince and the Princess

Fourth Story

The next time that Gerda was forced to rest, a big crow came hopping across the snow in front of her. For a long time he had been watching her and cocking his head to one side, and now he said, "Caw, caw! Good caw day!" He could not say it any better, but he felt kindly inclined toward the little girl, and asked her where she was going in the great wide world, all alone. Gerda understood him when he said "alone," and she knew its meaning all too well. She told the crow the whole story of her life, and asked if he hadn"t seen Kay. The crow gravely nodded his head and cawed, "Maybe I have, maybe I have!"

"What! do you really think you have?" the little girl cried, and almost hugged the crow to death as she kissed him.

"Gently, gently!" said the crow. "I think that it may have been little Kay that I saw, but if it was, then he has forgotten you for the Princess."

"Does he live with a Princess?" Gerda asked.

"Yes. Listen!" said the crow. "But it is so hard for me to speak your language. If you understand crow talk, I can tell you much more easily."

"I don"t know that language," said Gerda. "My grandmother knows it, just as well as she knows baby talk, and I do wish I had learned it."

"No matter," said the crow. "I"ll tell you as well as I can, though that won"t be any too good." And he told her all that he knew.

"In the kingdom where we are now, there is a Princess who is uncommonly clever, and no wonder. She has read all the newspapers in the world and forgotten them again - that"s how clever she is. Well, not long ago she was sitting on her throne. That"s by no means as much fun as people suppose, so she fell to humming an old tune, and the refrain of it happened to run:

"Why, oh, why, shouldn"t I get married?"

" "Why, that"s an idea!" said she. And she made up her mind to marry as soon as she could find the sort of husband who could give a good answer when anyone spoke to him, instead of one of those fellows who merely stand around looking impressive, for that is so tiresome. She had the drums drubbed to call together all her ladies-in-waiting, and when they heard what she had in mind they were delighted.

" "Oh, we like that!" they said. "We were just thinking the very same thing."

"Believe me," said the crow, "every word I tell you is true. I have a tame ladylove who has the run of the palace, and I had the whole story straight from her." Of course his ladylove was also a crow, for birds of a feather will flock together.

"The newspapers immediately came out with a border of hearts and the initials of the Princess, and you could read an announcement that any presentable young man might go to the palace and talk with her. The one who spoke best, and who seemed most at home in the palace, would be chosen by the Princess as her husband.

"Yes, yes," said the crow, "believe me, that"s as true as it is that here I sit. Men flocked to the palace, and there was much crowding and crushing, but on neither the first nor the second day was anyone chosen. Out in the street they were all glib talkers, but after they entered the palace gate where the guardsmen were stationed in their silver-braided uniforms, and after they climbed up the staircase lined with footmen in gold-embroidered livery, they arrived in the brilliantly lighted reception halls without a word to say. And when they stood in front of the Princess on her throne, the best they could do was to echo the last word of her remarks, and she didn"t care to hear it repeated.

"It was just as if everyone in the throne room had his stomach filled with snuff and had fallen asleep; for as soon as they were back in the streets there was no stopping their talk.

"The line of candidates extended all the way from the town gates to the palace. I saw them myself," said the crow. "They got hungry and they got thirsty, but from the palace they got nothing-not even a glass of lukewarm water. To be sure, some of the clever candidates had brought sandwiches with them, but they did not share them with their neighbors. Each man thought, "Just let him look hungry, then the Princess won"t take him!" "

"But Kay, little Kay," Gerda interrupted, "when did he come? Was he among those people?"

"Give me time, give me time! We are just coming to him. On the third day a little person, with neither horse nor carriage, strode boldly up to the palace. His eyes sparkled the way yours do, and he had handsome long hair, but his clothes were poor."

"Oh, that was Kay!" Gerda said, and clapped her hands in glee. "Now I"ve found him."

"He had a little knapsack on his back," the crow told her.

"No, that must have been his sled," said Gerda. "He was carrying it when he went away."

"Maybe so," the crow said. "I didn"t look at it carefully. But my tame ladylove told me that when he went through the palace gates and saw the guardsmen in silver, and on the staircase the footmen in gold, he wasn"t at all taken aback. He nodded and he said to them:

" "It must be very tiresome to stand on the stairs. I"d rather go inside."

"The halls were brilliantly lighted. Ministers of state and privy councilors were walking about barefooted, carrying golden trays in front of them. It was enough to make anyone feel solemn, and his boots creaked dreadfully, but he wasn"t a bit afraid."

"That certainly must have been Kay," said Gerda. "I know he was wearing new boots. I heard them creaking in Grandmother"s room."

"Oh, they creaked all right," said the crow. "But it was little enough he cared as he walked straight to the Princess, who was sitting on a pearl as big as a spinning wheel. All the ladies-in-waiting with their attendants and their attendants" attendants, and all the lords-in-waiting with their gentlemen and their gentlemen"s men, each of whom had his page with him, were standing there, and the nearer they stood to the door the more arrogant they looked. The gentlemen"s men"s pages, who always wore slippers, were almost too arrogant to look as they stood at the threshold."

"That must have been terrible!" little Gerda exclaimed. "And yet Kay won the Princess?"

"If I weren"t a crow, I would have married her myself, for all that I"m engaged to another. They say he spoke as well as I do when I speak my crow language. Or so my tame ladylove tells me. He was dashing and handsome, and he was not there to court the Princess but to hear her wisdom. This he liked, and she liked him."

"Of course it was Kay," said Gerda. "He was so clever that he could do mental arithmetic even with fractions. Oh, please take me to the palace."

"That"s easy enough to say," said the crow, "but how can we manage it? I"ll talk it over with my tame ladylove, and she may be able to suggest something, but I must warn you that a little girl like you will never be admitted."

"Oh, yes I shall," said Gerda. "When Kay hears about me, he will come out to fetch me at once."

"Wait for me beside that stile," the crow said. He wagged his head and off he flew.

Darkness had set in when he got back.

"Caw, caw!" he said. "My ladylove sends you her best wishes, and here"s a little loaf of bread for you. She found it in the kitchen, where they have all the bread they need, and you must be hungry. You simply can"t get into the palace with those bare feet. The guardsmen in silver and the footmen in gold would never permit it. But don"t you cry. We"ll find a way. My ladylove knows of a little back staircase that leads up to the bedroom, and she knows where they keep the key to it."

Then they went into the garden and down the wide promenade where the leaves were falling one by one. When, one by one, the lights went out in the palace, the crow led little Gerda to the back door, which stood ajar.

Oh, how her heart did beat with fear and longing. It was just as if she were about to do something wrong, yet she only wanted to make sure that this really was little Kay. Yes, truly it must be Kay, she thought, as she recalled his sparkling eyes and his long hair. She remembered exactly how he looked when he used to smile at her as they sat under the roses at home. Wouldn"t he be glad to see her! Wouldn"t he be interested in hearing how far she had come to find him, and how sad they had all been when he didn"t come home. She was so frightened, and yet so happy.

Now they were on the stairway. A little lamp was burning on a cupboard, and there stood the tame crow, cocking her head to look at Gerda, who made the curtsy that her grandmother had taught her.

"My fiancé has told me many charming things about you, dear young lady," she said. "Your biography, as one might say, is very touching. Kindly take the lamp and I shall lead the way. We shall keep straight ahead, where we aren"t apt to run into anyone."

"It seems to me that someone is on the stairs behind us," said Gerda. Things brushed past, and from the shadows on the wall they seemed to be horses with spindly legs and waving manes. And there were shadows of huntsmen, ladies and gentlemen, on horseback.

"Those are only dreams," said the crow. "They come to take the thoughts of their royal masters off to the chase. That"s just as well, for it will give you a good opportunity to see them while they sleep. But I trust that, when you rise to high position and power, you will show a grateful heart."

"Tut tut! You"ve no need to say that," said the forest crow.

Now they entered the first room. It was hung with rose-colored satin, embroidered with flowers. The dream shadows were flitting by so fast that Gerda could not see the lords and ladies. Hall after magnificent hall quite bewildered her, until at last they reached the royal bedroom.

The ceiling of it was like the top of a huge palm tree, with leaves of glass, costly glass. In the middle of the room two beds hung from a massive stem of gold. Each of them looked like a lily. One bed was white, and there lay the Princess. The other was red, and there Gerda hoped to find little Kay. She bent one of the scarlet petals and saw the nape of a little brown neck. Surely this must be Kay. She called his name aloud and held the lamp near him. The dreams on horseback pranced into the room again, as he awoke-and turned his head-and it was not little Kay at all.

The Prince only resembled Kay about the neck, but he was young and handsome. The Princess peeked out of her lily-white bed, and asked what had happened. Little Gerda cried and told them all about herself, and about all that the crows had done for her.

"Poor little thing," the Prince and the Princess said. They praised the crows, and said they weren"t the least bit angry with them, but not to do it again. Furthermore, they should have a reward.

"Would you rather fly about without any responsibilities," said the Princess, "or would you care to be appointed court crows for life, with rights to all scraps from the kitchen?"

Both the crows bowed low and begged for permanent office, for they thought of their future and said it was better to provide for their "old age," as they called it.

The Prince got up, and let Gerda have his bed. It was the utmost that he could do. She clasped her little hands and thought, "How nice the people and the birds are." She closed her eyes, fell peacefully asleep, and all the dreams came flying back again. They looked like angels, and they drew a little sled on which Kay sat. He nodded to her, but this was only in a dream, so it all disappeared when she woke up.

The next day she was dressed from her head to her heels in silk and in velvet too. They asked her to stay at the palace and have a nice time there, but instead she begged them to let her have a little carriage, a little horse, and a pair of little boots, so that she could drive out into the wide world to find Kay.

They gave her a pair of boots, and also a muff. They dressed her as nicely as could be and, when she was ready to go, there at the gate stood a brand new carriage of pure gold. On it the coat of arms of the Prince and the Princess glistened like a star.

The coachman, the footman, and the postilions-for postilions there were-all wore golden crowns. The Prince and the Princess themselves helped her into the carriage, and wished her Godspeed. The forest crow, who was now a married man, accompanied her for the first three miles, and sat beside Gerda, for it upset him to ride backward. The other crow stood beside the gate and waved her wings. She did not accompany them because she was suffering from a headache, brought on by eating too much in her new position. Inside, the carriage was lined with sugared cookies, and the seats were filled with fruit and gingerbread.

"Fare you well, fare you well," called the Prince and Princess. Little Gerda cried and the crow cried too, for the first few miles. Then the crow said good-by, and that was the saddest leave-taking of all. He flew up into a tree and waved his big black wings as long as he could see the carriage, which flashed as brightly as the sun.

The Little Robber Girl

Fifth Story

The carriage rolled on into a dark forest. Like a blazing torch, it shone in the eyes of some robbers. They could not bear it.

"That"s gold! That"s gold!" they cried. They sprang forward, seized the horses, killed the little postilions, the coachman, and the footman, and dragged little Gerda out of the carriage.

"How plump and how tender she looks, just as if she"d been fattened on nuts!" cried the old robber woman, who had a long bristly beard, and long eyebrows that hung down over her eyes. "She looks like a fat little lamb. What a dainty dish she will be!" As she said this she drew out her knife, a dreadful, flashing thing.

"Ouch!" the old woman howled. At just that moment her own little daughter had bitten her ear. The little girl, whom she carried on her back, was a wild and reckless creature. "You beasty brat!" her mother exclaimed, but it kept her from using that knife on Gerda.

"She shall play with me," said the little robber girl. "She must give me her muff and that pretty dress she wears, and sleep with me in my bed." And she again gave her mother such a bite that the woman hopped and whirled around in pain. All the robbers laughed, and shouted:

"See how she dances with her brat."

"I want to ride in the carriage," the little robber girl said, and ride she did, for she was too spoiled and headstrong for words. She and Gerda climbed into the carriage and away they drove over stumps and stones, into the depths of the forest. The little robber girl was no taller than Gerda, but she was stronger and much broader in the shoulders. Her skin was brown and her eyes coal-black-almost sad in their expression. She put her arms around Gerda, and said:

"They shan"t kill you unless I get angry with you. I think you must be a Princess."

"No, I"m not," said little Gerda. And she told about all that had happened to her, and how much she cared for little Kay. The robber girl looked at her gravely, gave a little nod of approval, and told her:

"Even if I should get angry with you, they shan"t kill you, because I"ll do it myself!" Then she dried Gerda"s eyes, and stuck her own hands into Gerda"s soft, warm muff.

The carriage stopped at last, in the courtyard of a robber"s castle. The walls of it were cracked from bottom to top. Crows and ravens flew out of every loophole, and bulldogs huge enough to devour a man jumped high in the air. But they did not bark, for that was forbidden.

In the middle of the stone-paved, smoky old hall, a big fire was burning. The smoke of it drifted up to the ceiling, where it had to find its own way out. Soup was boiling in a big caldron, and hares and rabbits were roasting on the spit.

"Tonight you shall sleep with me and all my little animals," the robber girl said. After they had something to eat and drink, they went over to a corner that was strewn with rugs and straw. On sticks and perches around the bedding roosted nearly a hundred pigeons. They seemed to be asleep, but they stirred just a little when the two little girls came near them.

"They are all mine, " said the little robber girl. She seized the one that was nearest to her, held it by the legs and shook it until it flapped its wings. "Kiss it," she cried, and thrust the bird in Gerda"s face. "Those two are the wild rascals," she said, pointing high up the wall to a hole barred with wooden sticks. "Rascals of the woods they are, and they would fly away in a minute if they were not locked up."

"And here is my old sweetheart, Bae," she said, pulling at the horns of a reindeer that was tethered by a shiny copper ring around his neck. "We have to keep a sharp eye on him, or he would run away from us too. Every single night I tickle his neck with my knife blade, for he is afraid of that." From a hole in the wall she pulled a long knife, and rubbed it against the reindeer"s neck. After the poor animal had kicked up its heals, the robber girl laughed and pulled Gerda down into the bed with her.

"Are you going to keep that knife in bed with you?" Gerda asked, and looked at it a little frightened.

"I always sleep with my knife," the little robber girl said. "You never can tell what may happen. But let"s hear again what you told me before about little Kay, and about why you are wandering through the wide world."

Gerda told the story all over again, while the wild pigeons cooed in their cage overhead, and the tame pigeons slept. The little robber girl clasped one arm around Gerda"s neck, gripped her knife in the other hand, fell asleep, and snored so that one could hear her. But Gerda could not close her eyes at all. She did not know whether she was to live or whether she was to die. The robbers sat around their fire, singing and drinking, and the old robber woman was turning somersaults. It was a terrible sight for a little girl to see.

Then the wood pigeons said, "Coo, coo. We have seen little Kay. A white hen was carrying his sled, and Kay sat in the Snow Queen"s sleigh. They swooped low, over the trees where we lay in our nest. The Snow Queen blew upon us, and all the young pigeons died except us. Coo, coo."

"What is that you are saying up there?" cried Gerda. "Where was the Snow Queen going? Do you know anything about it?"

"She was probably bound for Lapland, where they always have snow and ice. Why don"t you ask the reindeer who is tethered beside you?"

"Yes, there is ice and snow in that glorious land," the reindeer told her. "You can prance about freely across those great, glittering fields. The Snow Queen has her summer tent there, but her stronghold is a castle up nearer the North Pole, on the island called Spitzbergen."

"Oh, Kay, little Kay," Gerda sighed.

"Lie still," said the robber girl, "or I"ll stick my knife in your stomach."

In the morning Gerda told her all that the wood pigeons had said. The little robber girl looked quite thoughtful. She nodded her head, and exclaimed, "Leave it to me! Leave it to me.

"Do you know where Lapland is?" she asked the reindeer.

"Who knows it better than I?" the reindeer said, and his eyes sparkled. "There I was born, there I was bred, and there I kicked my heels in freedom, across the fields of snow."

"Listen!" the robber girl said to Gerda. "As you see, all the men are away. Mother is still here, and here she"ll stay, but before the morning is over she will drink out of that big bottle, and then she usually dozes off for a nap. As soon as that happens, I will do you a good turn."

She jumped out of bed, rushed over and threw her arms around her mother"s neck, pulled at her beard bristles, and said, "Good morning, my dear nanny-goat." Her mother thumped her nose until it was red and blue, but all that was done out of pure love.

As soon as the mother had tipped up the bottle and dozed off to sleep, the little robber girl ran to the reindeer and said, "I have a good notion to keep you here, and tickle you with my sharp knife. You are so funny when I do, but never mind that. I"ll untie your rope, and help you find your way outside, so that you can run back to Lapland. But you must put your best leg forward and carry this little girl to the Snow Queen"s palace, where her playmate is. I suppose you heard what she told me, for she spoke so loud, and you were eavesdropping."

The reindeer was so happy that he bounded into the air. The robber girl hoisted little Gerda on his back, carefully tied her in place, and even gave her a little pillow to sit on. I don"t do things half way," she said. "Here, take back your fur boots, for it"s going to be bitter cold. I"ll keep your muff, because it"s such a pretty one. But your fingers mustn"t get cold. Here are my mother"s big mittens, which will come right up to your elbows. Pull them on. Now your hands look just like my ugly mother"s big paws."

And Gerda shed happy tears.

"I don"t care to see you blubbering," said the little robber girl. "You ought to look pleased now. Here, take these two loaves of bread and this ham along, so that you won"t starve."

When these provisions were tied on the back of the reindeer, the little robber girl opened the door and called in all the big dogs. Then she cut the tether with her knife and said to the reindeer, "Now run, but see that you take good care of the little girl."

Gerda waved her big mittens to the little robber girl, and said good-by. then the reindeer bounded away, over stumps and stones, straight through the great forest, over swamps and across the plains, as fast as he could run. The wolves howled, the ravens shrieked, and ker-shew, ker-shew! the red streaks of light ripped through the heavens, with a noise that sounded like sneezing.

"Those are my old Northern Lights," said the reindeer. "See how they flash." And on he ran, faster than ever, by night and day. The loaves were eaten and the whole ham was eaten-and there they were in Lapland.

The Lapp Woman and the Finn Woman

Sixth Story

They stopped in front of the little hut, and a makeshift dwelling it was. The roof of it almost touched the ground, and the doorway was so low that the family had to lie on their stomachs to crawl in it or out of it. No one was at home except an old Lapp woman, who was cooking fish over a whale-oil lamp. The reindeer told her Gerda"s whole story, but first he told his own, which he thought was much more important. Besides, Gerda was so cold that she couldn"t say a thing.

"Oh, you poor creatures," the Lapp woman said, "you"ve still got such a long way to go. Why, you will have to travel hundreds of miles into the Finmark. For it"s there that the Snow Queen is taking a country vacation, and burning her blue fireworks every evening. I"ll jot down a message on a dried codfish, for I haven"t any paper. I want you to take it to the Finn woman who lives up there. She will be able to tell you more about it than I can."

As soon as Gerda had thawed out, and had had something to eat and drink, the Lapp woman wrote a few words on a dried codfish, told Gerda to take good care of it, and tied her again on the back of the reindeer. Off he ran, and all night long the skies crackled and swished as the most beautiful Northern Lights flashed over their heads. At last they came to the Finmark, and knocked at the Finn woman"s chimney, for she hadn"t a sign of a door. It was so hot inside that the Finn woman went about almost naked. She was small and terribly dowdy, but she at once helped little Gerda off with her mittens and boots, and loosened her clothes. Otherwise the heat would have wilted her. Then the woman put a piece of ice on the reindeer"s head, and read what was written on the codfish. She read it three times and when she knew it by heart, she put the fish into the kettle of soup, for they might as well eat it. She never wasted anything.

The reindeer told her his own story first, and then little Gerda"s. The Finn woman winked a knowing eye, but she didn"t say anything.

"You are such a wise woman," said the reindeer, "I know that you can tie all the winds of the world together with a bit of cotton thread. If the sailor unties one knot he gets a favorable wind. If he unties another he gets a stiff gale, while if he unties the third and fourth knots such a tempest rages that it flattens the trees in the forest. Won"t you give this little girl something to drink that will make her as strong as twelve men, so that she may overpower the Snow Queen?"

"Twelve strong men," the Finn woman sniffed. " Much good that would be."

She went to the shelf, took down a big rolled-up skin, and unrolled it. On this skin strange characters were written, and the Finn woman read them until the sweat rolled down her forehead.

The reindeer again begged her to help Gerda, and little Gerda looked at her with such tearful, imploring eyes, that the woman began winking again. She took the reindeer aside in a corner, and while she was putting another piece of ice on his head she whispered to him:

"Little Kay is indeed with the Snow Queen, and everything there just suits him fine. He thinks it is the best place in all the world, but that"s because he has a splinter of glass in his heart and a small piece of it in his eye. Unless these can be gotten out, he will never be human again, and the Snow Queen will hold him in her power."

"But can"t you fix little Gerda something to drink which will give her more power than all those things?"

"No power that I could give could be as great as that which she already has. Don"t you see how men and beasts are compelled to serve her, and how far she has come in the wide world since she started out in her naked feet? We mustn"t tell her about this power. Strength lies in her heart, because she is such a sweet, innocent child. If she herself cannot reach the Snow Queen and rid little Kay of those pieces of glass, then there"s no help that we can give her. The Snow Queen"s garden lies about eight miles from here. You may carry the little girl there, and put her down by the big bush covered with red berries that grows on the snow. Then don"t you stand there gossiping, but hurry to get back here."?

The Finn woman lifted little Gerda onto the reindeer, and he galloped away as fast as he could.

"Oh!" cried Gerda, "I forgot my boots and I forgot my mittens." She soon felt the need of them in that knife-like cold, but the reindeer did not dare to stop. He galloped on until they came to the big bush that was covered with red berries. Here he set Gerda down and kissed her on the mouth, while big shining tears ran down his face. Then he ran back as fast as he could. Little Gerda stood there without boots and without mittens, right in the middle of icy Finmark.

She ran as fast as ever she could. A whole regiment of snowflakes swirled toward her, but they did not fall from the sky, for there was not a cloud up there, and the Northern Lights were ablaze.

The flakes skirmished along the ground, and the nearer they came the larger they grew. Gerda remembered how large and strange they had appeared when she looked at them under the magnifying glass. But here they were much more monstrous and terrifying. They were alive. They were the Snow Queen"s advance guard, and their shapes were most strange. Some looked like ugly, overgrown porcupines. Some were like a knot of snakes that stuck out their heads in every direction, and others were like fat little bears with every hair a-bristle. All of them were glistening white, for all were living snowflakes.

It was so cold that, as little Gerda said the Lord"s Prayer, she could see her breath freezing in front of her mouth, like a cloud of smoke. It grew thicker and thicker, and took the shape of little angels that grew bigger and bigger the moment they touched the ground. All of them had helmets on their heads and they carried shields and lances in their hands. Rank upon rank, they increased, and when Gerda had finished her prayer she was surrounded by a legion of angels. They struck the dread snowflakes with their lances and shivered them into a thousand pieces. Little Gerda walked on, unmolested and cheerful. The angels rubbed her hands and feet to make them warmer, and she trotted briskly along to the Snow Queen"s palace.

But now let us see how little Kay was getting on. Little Gerda was furthest from his mind, and he hadn"t the slightest idea that she was just outside the palace.

What Happened in The Snow Queen"s Palace and What Came of it

Seventh Story

The walls of the palace were driven snow. The windows and doors were the knife-edged wind. There were more than a hundred halls, shaped as the snow had drifted, and the largest of these extended for many a mile. All were lighted by the flare of the Northern Lights. All of the halls were so immense and so empty, so brilliant and so glacial! There was never a touch of gaiety in them; never so much as a little dance for the polar bears, at which the storm blast could have served for music, and the polar bears could have waddled about on their hind legs to show off their best manners. There was never a little party with such games as blind-bear"s buff or hide the paw-kerchief for the cubs, nor even a little afternoon coffee over which the white fox vixens could gossip. Empty, vast, and frigid were the Snow Queen"s halls. The Northern Lights flared with such regularity that you could time exactly when they would be at the highest and lowest. In the middle of the vast, empty hall of snow was a frozen lake. It was cracked into a thousand pieces, but each piece was shaped so exactly like the others that it seemed a work of wonderful craftsmanship. The Snow Queen sat in the exact center of it when she was at home, and she spoke of this as sitting on her "Mirror of Reason." She said this mirror was the only one of its kind, and the best thing in all the world.

Little Kay was blue, yes, almost black, with the cold. But he did not feel it, because the Snow Queen had kissed away his icy tremblings, and his heart itself had almost turned to ice.

He was shifting some sharp, flat pieces of ice to and fro, trying to fit them into every possible pattern, for he wanted to make something with them. It was like the Chinese puzzle game that we play at home, juggling little flat pieces of wood about into special designs. Kay was cleverly arranging his pieces in the game of ice-cold reason. To him the patterns were highly remarkable and of the utmost importance, for the chip of glass in his eye made him see them that way. He arranged his pieces to spell out many words; but he could never find the way to make the one word he was so eager to form. The word was "Eternity." The Snow Queen had said to him, "If you can puzzle that out you shall be your own master, and I"ll give you the whole world and a new pair of skates." But he could not puzzle it out.

"Now I am going to make a flying trip to the warm countries," the Snow Queen told him. "I want to go and take a look into the black caldrons." She meant the volcanos of Etna and Vesuvius. "I must whiten them up a bit. They need it, and it will be such a relief after all those yellow lemons and purple grapes."

And away she flew. Kay sat all alone in that endless, empty, frigid hall, and puzzled over the pieces of ice until he almost cracked his skull. He sat so stiff and still that one might have thought he was frozen to death.

All of a sudden, little Gerda walked up to the palace through the great gate which was a knife-edged wind. But Gerda said her evening prayer. The wind was lulled to rest, and the little girl came on into the vast, cold, empty hall. Then she saw Kay. She recognized him at once, and ran to throw her arms around him. She held him close and cried, "Kay, dearest little Kay! I"ve found you at last!"

But he sat still, and stiff, and cold. Gerda shed hot tears, and when they fell upon him they went straight to his heart. They melted the lump of ice and burned away the splinter of glass in it. He looked up at her, and she sang:

"Where roses bloom so sweetly in the vale,

There shall you find the Christ Child, without fail."

Kay burst into tears. He cried so freely that the little piece of glass in his eye was washed right out. "Gerda!" He knew her, and cried out in his happiness, "My sweet little Gerda, where have you been so long? And where have I been?" He looked around him and said, "How cold it is here! How enormous and empty!" He held fast to Gerda, who laughed until happy tears rolled down her cheeks. Their bliss was so heavenly that even the bits of glass danced about them and shared in their happiness. When the pieces grew tired, they dropped into a pattern which made the very word that the Snow Queen had told Kay he must find before he became his own master and received the whole world and a new pair of skates.

Gerda kissed his cheeks, and they turned pink again. She kissed his eyes, and they sparkled like hers. She kissed his hands and feet, and he became strong and well. The Snow Queen might come home now whenever she pleased, for there stood the order for Kay"s release, written in letters of shining ice.

Hand in hand, Kay and Gerda strolled out of that enormous palace. They talked about Grandmother, and about the roses on their roof. Wherever they went, the wind died down and the sun shone out. When they came to the bush that was covered with red berries, the reindeer was waiting to meet them. He had brought along a young reindeer mate who had warm milk for the children to drink, and who kissed them on the mouth. Then these reindeer carried Gerda and Kay first to the Finn woman. They warmed themselves in her hot room, and when she had given them directions for their journey home they rode on to the Lapp woman. She had made them new clothes, and was ready to take them along in her sleigh.

Side by side, the reindeer ran with them to the limits of the North country, where the first green buds were to be seen. Here they said good-by to the two reindeer and to the Lapp woman. "Farewell," they all said.

Now the first little birds began to chirp, and there were green buds all around them in the forest. Through the woods came riding a young girl on a magnificent horse that Gerda recognized, for it had once been harnessed to the golden carriage. The girl wore a bright red cap on her head, and a pair of pistols in her belt. She was the little robber girl, who had grown tired of staying at home, and who was setting out on a journey to the North country. If she didn"t like it there, why, the world was wide, and there were many other places where she could go. She recognized Gerda at once, and Gerda knew her too. It was a happy meeting.

"You"re a fine one for gadding about," she told little Kay. "I"d just like to know whether you deserve to have someone running to the end of the earth for your sake."

But Gerda patted her cheek and asked her about the Prince and the Princess.

"They are traveling in foreign lands," the girl told her.

"Oh, the crow is dead," she answered. "His tame ladylove is now a widow, and she wears a bit of black wool wrapped around her leg. She takes great pity on herself, but that"s all stuff and nonsense. Now tell me what has happened to you and how you caught up with Kay."

Gerda and Kay told her their story.

"Snip snap snurre, basse lurre," said the robber girl. "So everything came out all right." She shook them by the hand, and promised that if ever she passed through their town she would come to see them. And then she rode away.

Kay and Gerda held each other by the hand. And as they walked along they had wonderful spring weather. The land was green and strewn with flowers, church bells rang, and they saw the high steeples of a big town. It was the one where they used to live. They walked straight to Grandmother"s house, and up the stairs, and into the room, where everything was just as it was when they left it. And the clock said tick-tock, and its hands were telling the time. But the moment they came in the door they noticed one change. They were grown-up now.

The roses on the roof looked in at the open window, and their two little stools were still out there. Kay and Gerda sat down on them, and held each other by the hand. Both of them had forgotten the icy, empty splendor of the Snow Queen"s palace as completely as if it were some bad dream. Grandmother sat in God"s good sunshine, reading to them from her Bible:

"Except ye become as little children, ye shall not enter into the Kingdom of Heaven."

Kay and Gerda looked into each other"s eyes, and at last they understood the meaning of their old hymn:

"Where roses bloom so sweetly in the vale,

There shall you find the Christ Child, without fail."

And they sat there, grown-up, but children still-children at heart. And it was summer, warm, glorious summer.

Старая сказка на новый лад. Погружение в сказочную атмосферу накануне волшебного Рождества – это всегда ожидание чуда и встреча с любимыми героями произведений. И когда эта встреча проходит в непринужденной обстановке драматизации с детства знакомых сказок, а с хорошо известными персонажами происходят совершено неожиданные события – это несомненно вызывает живой интерес зрителей. В нашей школе с углубленным изучением английского языка проведение общешкольных внеклассных мероприятий уже давно стало доброй традицией, которую с удовольствием поддерживают и сами учащиеся и учителя, помогающие им в проведении таких мероприятий. Зачастую в написании таких сценариев задействованы и актеры, и постановщики и творческий процесс никого не оставляет равнодушным.

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Старая сказка на новый лад. Погружение в сказочную атмосферу накануне волшебного Рождества – это всегда ожидание чуда и встреча с любимыми героями произведений. И когда эта встреча проходит в непринужденной обстановке драматизации с детства знакомых сказок, а с хорошо известными персонажами происходят совершено неожиданные события – это несомненно вызывает живой интерес зрителей. В нашей школе с углубленным изучением английского языка проведение общешкольных внеклассных мероприятий уже давно стало доброй традицией, которую с удовольствием поддерживают и сами учащиеся и учителя, помогающие им в проведении таких мероприятий. Зачастую в написании таких сценариев задействованы и актеры, и постановщики и творческий процесс никого не оставляет равнодушным.

Цели: 1. Повышение эффективности учебно- воспитательного процесса

2. Разнообразие и внедрение проектных методов работы при обучении английскому языку

3. Повышение межкультурной грамотности, образовательного уровня и положительной мотивации обучающихся к изучению английского языка

4. Расширение знаний по страноведению англоговорящих стран

Задачи: Совершенствование устных речевых навыков

Воспитание уважительного отношения к англоязычной культуре

Развитие коллективно- творческих и эстетических способностей обучающихся

Развитие культуры публичного выступления и сценического поведения

Обучающихся

The characters:

1. The Snowman
2. Robin
3. Gerda
4. Granny
5. Santa Claus
6. Rudolph
7. Snow Queen
8. Girl
9. Carl
10. Clara
11. Prince
12. Princess
13. Little bandit
14. Her Mother
15. Donatello
16. 3 bandits
17. The old woman
18. The children

The children: Every year at Christmas time

We can hear the Church Bells’ chime

They ring out at Christmas morn

For that’s the day when Jesus was born

And each year from Heaven above

A special angel brings us his love!

(на сцене появляется группа певцов исполняющих песню Ding! Dong! Ding!)

Интермедия I

The Snowman: From the earliest childhood

All of us hear

A plenty of fairy tales

Of X-mas and New Year.

Robin: We know all the heroes,

The change of events

Leads the curious listeners

To the familiar ends.

The Snowman: This time it will differ.

Please, follow the play!

You’ll enjoy an old story

Retold in a new way.

Robin: We are almost sure

That the new adaptation

Will not be worse

Than the real creation.

(Занавес открывается)

Scene 1

Gerda: Oh, Granny, look at our Christmas tree. Don’t you find it very bright?

Granny: Yes, dear, it looks very attractive.

Gerda: Kay, I’m so eager to celebrate this wonderful holiday. And what do you expect from Christmas?

Kay: Cards and presents, good things to eat, trimmings and decorations, carols and nativity plays, crackers and pantomimes. Granny, and what does Christmas mean to you?

Granny: For me it firstly means “Christ Mess”, the church service at which people give praise and glory to God.

Gerda: By the way do you chance to know when people began to mark this holiday?

Kay: Oh, yes, it would be very interesting to learn how it all started.

Granny: You know, kids, when I was little I also asked my Granny this question and she told me that people began to celebrate Christmas after the birth of Jesus, God’s son. About two hundred years ago an angel appeared to shepherds and told them that a Saviour had been born to Mary and Josef in a stable in Bethlehem. Three wise men from the East followed a wondrous star, which led them to the baby Jesus to whom they paid homage and presented gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh.

(занавес закрывается)

(на сцене вновь группа певцов с песней “Jesus is our Saviour”)

(занавес открывается)

Kay: Well, Gerda, don’t forget to put our stockings near the fireplace.

Gerda: You are right, Kay, it’s the most important thing as Santa Clause will put there the presents for us.

Kay: Let’s search for the biggest stockings. I want to get more presents.

(занавес закрывается)

(на сцене появляется Санта Клаус в импровизированных санях, в которые запряжен красноносый олень Рудольф)

Scene 2

Santa Claus : Hey, Hey, Let’s hurry my dear Rudolph, as Christmas is coming and we have to deliver all the presents for children.

Rudolph: Don’t forget that I am Red Nosed Rudolph and not a common horse. I’d ask you to treat me with respect and would you mind addressing me like Mr. Rudolph. And I mean you to say at least “please”.

Santa Clause : Ok. Ok, Mr. Rudolph. Be quick, please.

Snow Queen: Don’t hurry, dear, you always try to slip away from me, but this time you will not manage it! Let me have a look into your big sack. Don’t you have a present for me?

Santa Claus: Well, I think it was something there for you.

Snow Queen: Something, something… I want something special! I see nothing in your dusty sack with lots of holes.

Santa Claus: Oh, yes, yes, perhaps your present slid through one of those holes.

Rudolf: Your old brainless elves forgot to mend it as usually.

Santa Claus: Shut up, you, a speedy cow! It was your fault. You were flying like an arrow and we didn’t notice when Snow Queen’s present was lost.

Snow Queen: Well, I knew it! It’s your ordinary lame excuse! Nothing again. No miracle, no wonder, no surprise! If no presents for me then no presents for all the others. You, old greedy man, will follow me to my Ice Palace. There I’ll lock you in the cage until I get a real holiday.

Santa Claus: And how do expect to get it?

Snow Queen: I’m tired of always being alone. I want lots of presents, X-mas fun and a real X-mas tree.

Snow Queen: And, you, a speedy cow, will first take us to the Palace where you’ll entertain me with Christmas carols.

Rudolph: Oh, dear! I’m afraid my songs will hardly please you, as I have no musical ear. I’d better show you deer break dance.

Snow Queen: Off we go!!!

Проезжая мимо детей, лепящих снеговика на сцене Снежная королева произносит:

No presents for you, silly chickens, this year. I captured your stupid Santa with all gifts for you!

(занавес открывается)

(сцена с Каем и Гердой у камина, вбегают испуганные дети)

Scene 3

Girl: What are you doing here?

Gerda: We are waiting for Santa Claus with presents.

Boy: But you’ll not get them!

Kay: Why do you say so?

Girl: We’ve just seen Snow Queen stealing Santa Clause!

Gerda: Oh, My Lord, what is she going to do with him?

Boy: I think nothing good! Everybody knows she’s very cruel

Kay: She can spoil the whole holiday.

Girl: Poor Santa Claus, he won’t be able to resist such a mean woman.

Boy: We have to undertake something. I’m sure someone should rescue him. Who will dare?

Girl: Oh, no, I’m so frightened. The Snow Queen can turn us into ice!

Boy: And my Mom will not let me go for so long! I’ve heard that the Snow Queen lives far in the North.

Gerda: And I’m not afraid of cold and hardships. I’ve got a very warm sweater, which my Granny knitted, for me.

Kay: And besides we are not going to ask for the permission. We are starting just now.

Gerda: Tell our Grandma not to worry.

Kay: I’m sure it will not take us long to defeat this evil ice-cream maker. You know I’m brave and strong enough to put an end to her mean tricks.

Boy: See you soon.

Girl: We wish you good luck!

(Занавес закрывается)

Интермедия II

Snowman: Kay and Gerda are starting

The way to the North

Where they wish

To save Santa Clause

Robin: But at first they happen

To go to France

To learn Christmas traditions

They will have a chance

(занавес открывается)

(сценка на французском языке)

(занавес закрывается)

Snowman: The adventures of friends

Go on and this time

We can meet them in England

They’ll stop for a while

Robin: Here we see that

The Prince and Princess

Welcome them heartily

As the dearest guests.

(Замерзшие Кай и Герда бредут между елочками в лесу. Слышится завывание метели. За ними наблюдают вороны Карл и Клара)

Scene 4

Kay: Poor Gerda, Are you cold? Your eyelashes are covered with snow.

Gerda: Yes, I’m completely frozen. I can hardly move my feet.

Kay: And my cheeks are flaming. My hands are almost turned into icicles.

Carl: Dear Clara! Look at these lonely kids. When it’s time to sit near a cosy fireplace and wait for the X-mas to come they are strolling in this dark and snowy forest.

Clara: You are right, dear! It’s not the best weather for walking.

Carl: By the way, honey, look at that shiny thing you stole from our Prince. How is it called? It had slipped off my head… Frostmometre? Car, car…

Clara: As usually you’re mixing everything. It’s called a thermometer and it shows 30 below zero.

Carl: Unbelievable! It had never happen in our kingdom before! Such a frost, such a frost!

Clara: Dear children, what are you doing here at such a late hour?

Kay: We need to get to the Palace…

Clara: Poor things, they are so cold that they can hardly utter a word. You heard, Carl, they need to get to the Palace. Let’ help them.

Carl: Oh, yes, let’s take them to the Palace immediately.

(занавес открывается)

(сцена во дворце, где принц и принцесса радушно принимают Кая с Гердой)

Scene 5

Prince: You are welcome to our Palace!

Princess: We’ll be sincerely glad if you agree to join our celebration.

Gerda: Thanks a lot for your invitation, but…

Prince: You’re just on time cause soon the clock will strike twelve and Christmas will come.

Princess: And according to our English tradition all those who love each other should kiss under the wreath of mistletoe to find happiness in marriage…

Kay: You see we’re not going to marry…

Gerda: We are much obliged to you, but…

Princess: Well, and after the clock striking Santa Claus will bring each of us his wonderful presents.

Prince: We are looking forward this moment, as it is the most exciting one!

Kay: Let me tell you at last that we’ll fail to get presents from Santa this year.

Prince: Why? You don’t say so!

Princess: What’s the matter? I can’t believe my ears.

Gerda: The Snow Queen has stolen him.

Princess: Such disappointing news!

Prince: Are you going to say that I will not receive a microscope for my scientific research?

Princess: Your miserable tropical orange- green cockroaches again will remain uninvestigated!

Kay: You, see, we are on our way to the Palace of Snow Queen.

Gerda: We’ll try to set Santa Claus free.

Princess: What brave children! Can we help you anyway?

Prince: But the Palace is quite far from here. Let’s give them our best one-horse golden sleigh.

Princess: OK, You’re so noble and generous!

Kay: Thank you very much. We have to hurry. Be quick, Gerda!

Gerda: You are so kindhearted as soon as we rescue Santa Claus we will remind him of your microscope.

Princess: And where will you go now?

Prince: You’d better go to Scotland, it’s the quickest way to the North Pole. Let’s see them off.

Princess: Hope to meet you soon.

(Кай и Герда вместе с ребятами исполняют танец с санями под песню Jingle Bells)

Scene6

(Сцена в домике разбойников)

Snowman: Once again the brave children

Are ready to cope

With hardships and problems

And they’ll manage, we hope.

Robin: Scotland lies on the way of the kids

Kay and Gerda will meet the bandits

As First Foot they’re treated

But can’t stay so long

For the play should continue

Snowman and Robin: THE SHOW MUST GO ON.

Gerda: Stop! Stop! Let’s have a little rest. I’m so tired

Kay: Yes, we’ve covered quite a long distance.

Gerda: I see the light over there.

Kay: no reply. Let’s come inside…

The bandits: First foot! First foot!

Little bandit: You only look at this imprudent girl. How did you dare to cross the threshold of our house?

Her Mother: Seize these plain little things!

Kay: What’s up? Take your hands off my Gerda!

Gerda: We did nothing bad. Why do you want to seize us?

Little Bandit: You are asking, are you? You’ve ruined an old Scottish tradition of first Foot.

Gerda: You say First Foot? We’ve never heard about it.

Little Bandit: Don’t you know that the first visitor is very important for the hosts of the house in Scotland at Christmas time?

Kay: And why?

Little Bandit: Because the first visitor as we call him the First foot must be a true luck-bringer.

Gerda: And why do you think that I can’t bring luck to you?

Her Mother: But you are a girl.

Kay: And what?

Little Bandit: But it must be a healthy young good-looking boy. He must have black hair.

Kay: You are not fair. We came in together. Let’s consider that I was your first foot.

Little Bandit: if so, then you’re welcome to our Christmas rock concert. And do not reject! Or I’ll bite off your noses!

(выступление рок группы, под музыку которой веселятся все разбойники, а Кай с Гердой сидят в сторонке )

Her Mother: Look! Your guests are sitting with sour grimaces. Bump their heads to make them smile wider.

Little Bandit: You seem not to like my cool music. We robbed dozens of rich men to pay for this concert.

Gerda: You are mistaken! We like everything, but we have to leave you

Kay: And as soon as possible!

Little Bandit: Really? Any problems?

Kay: we must save Santa Claus from Snow Queen.

Gerda: Otherwise the children will not get the presents for Christmas and even for the New Year.

Little Bandit: Phee! I’ve never received the presents from this sickly marasmatic. I always take everything I want myself.

Kay: But the other children can’t afford themselves to do it.

Her Mother: Well, you’re a bore. Dear daughter, turn them out and we’ll continue our fun without these tiresome crybabies.

Little Bandit: OK. As you were our first foot we must receive you with hospitality and treat to tasty things!

Her mother: Hey, Donatello, fetch those stale mince pies which we forgot to eat last Christmas.

Donatello: Here you are, my boss!

Little bandit: And you will give me your nice muff.

Gerda: With great pleasure! Take it and let us go!

Kay: bye-bye!

(занавес закрывается)

Scene7

Snowman: Just over the snowy hill can be seen

The Palace of fearsome Snow Queen.

Robin: The heroes approach the ice-covered land

And soon we’ll be able to see happy end.

(Кай с Гердой проходят мимо чума в котором сидит лапландка )

Kay : Dear Lady, would you show us the way to the Snow Queen’s Palace?

The old woman: It’s quite near here, just beyond the hill.

Gerda: Have you seen her recently?

The old woman: I saw her the other day riding Red-nosed deer. And she was not alone. There I noticed a man in a red jacket who looked rather sad.

Kay: Then let’s follow them…

(занавес открывается)

Scene8

(сцена во дворце Снежной Королевы, где за ледяной решеткой сидит Санта Клаус )

Santa Claus: Well, old chap, play your sweet heart-braking melody on your sax for me. It just tunes my mood. For the first time in my life I’m celebrating X-mas in such a way.

(Пингвин исполняет грустную мелодию на саксофоне . Слушая эту мелодию Королева начинает плакать)

Snow Queen : I’m so lonely. Nobody loves me. Nobody gives me presents. Nobody decorates Christmas tree for me…

(входят Кай и Герда)

Gerda : Incredible! I’ve never thought before that such a pitiless lady cries so bitterly.

Kay: Stop crying! We invite you to our Christmas party. Let Santa Claus out and we’ll go back home together.

Gerda: You’ll not be alone any more. We’ll have fun, sing songs, and recite the poems.

Snow Queen: Well, it sounds good. For the last 125 years I’m sick and tired of keeping a solitary life. Let’s start the celebration without any delay.

(все участники спектакля выходят на сцену и под песню “Last Christmas” проходит их представление публике)

Сценарий сказки "Снежная Королева" на английском языке

The Snow Queen.

Characters:

Storyteller

Kay

Gerda

The Snow Queen

Granny

The King"s Counsellor

Gentleman Crow

Lady Crow

Prince

Princess

The Old Robber Woman

The Little Robber Girl

Reindeer

5 robbers

The servant

Scene 1

(The storyteller is sitting on the pillows in front of the fireplace)

Storyteller: If it were not for me, you would never learn what happened to a boy called Kay. But silence. Let"s begin.

(A poor room, a fireplace, 2 armchairs, rose bushes)

Gerda: Hello, boys and girls! This is my brother. We live here, in this little house with our Granny. My name is Gerda.

Kay: And my name is Kay.

Gerda: What"s it?

Kay: The stairs are creaking.

Gerda: Oh, yes! They are creaking.

Kay: Here is our Granny. Why is she knocking? Keep quite! Let"s frighten her.

Gerda: All right!

(The children are running around the room trying to hide.)

(A man enters)

Kay: Bow-wow-wow!

Gerda: Miaow-miaow!

Man: What"s going on in this house? Why are you shouting? You silly children!

Gerda: We are very sorry! We thought you were our Granny.

(Granny enters)

Kay: Granny!

Gerda: Our Granny!

Granny: My dear children!

Man: Good evening, ma"am!

Granny: Good evening, sir! What can I do for you? Who are you?

Man: I"m the King"s Counsellor! I want to buy the roses.

Granny: Do you like flowers?

Man: No, I hate them.

Granny: Why do you want to buy them then?

Man: I buy rarities. In winter flowers are rare! Here are ten pounds for your roses.

Granny: I am not going to sell the roses. We like them very much.

Gerda: Yes, we love them.

Man: Thirty pounds:

Granny: No!

Man: Fifty:

Granny: No!

Man: I"m the King"s Counsellor! I"m very rich! I sell ice. I know the Snow Queen! I can buy anything!

Granny: They are not for sale.

Man: You are a crazy old woman!

Kay: Don"t shout at our Granny! She is so kind!

Man: Well, I"m leaving! I"ll take revenge! I"ll tell the Snow Queen about you!

Kay: What an angry man!

Gerda: Granny, who is the Snow Queen?

(The sounds of mysterious music)

Granny: The Snow Queen lives in the North! She is very beautiful but very cruel!

(The sounds of the blizzard)

(The Snow Queen appears)

The Snow Queen: Have you seen the Mystic Queen

Riding in her limousine

Over hills and dales till morning.

If you like I"ll take you there

Find some colours you can wear.

Colours that you"ve only seen while sleeping.

Kay: Oh! Who are you?

S.Q.: I am the Snow Queen. Good evening!

Granny: Good evening! Sit down, please!

S.Q.: No! It is very hot for me! You are very nice but old and poor. And you have two children. And I am very rich but alone. So, I"ll take this boy from you!

Kay: What? Granny! I don"t want to go with her!

Gerda: Granny! Don"t give Kay to her!

S.Q.: Kay! You"ll be my son! You will live in the beautiful palace!

Kay: I don"t want!

(The Snow Queen touches Kay with her magic wand. The frightful music sounds.)

Kay: Ha-ha-ha! How fat and funny you are!

Gerda: What"s the matter?

Granny: I don"t recognize you!

Kay: I don"t want to live in this poor house! I am leaving. Goodbye!

(He runs out)

Scene 2

Gerda: I am very tired! I have been looking for Kay for so long! But I must go on and find my brother!

(Gerda sings a sad song.)

Lady Crow: Caw! Caw! Caw! Good morning, young lady!

Gerda: Good morning!

G. Crow: Where are you going, young lady?

Gerda: I am looking for my brother Kay.

G. &L. Crow: Caw! Caw! Caw!

G. Crow: It"s the name of our prince! Go with us and you"ll see your brother!

L. Crow: Let"s go!

Gerda: Oh, thank you very much.

(In the palace. Prince and princess are playing horses.)

Prince: Stop playing this game, Elsa! I"m tired of being a horse. Let"s play another game.

Princess: Let"s play hide-and-seek!

Prince: OK. You hide and I"ll count to twenty!

(Princess is running around the room. She sees Gerda and shrieks)

Princess: Who is there?

Prince: Is it a rat?

Princess: It"s a girl and two crows.

Prince: What are you doing here, young lady? Why are you crying?

Gerda: I am Gerda. I"m crying because you are not my brother. He was carried by the Snow Queen! I thought he was here!

Prince: Don"t cry! We"ll help you! Where are you going?

Gerda: I"m going to the North. I must find the Snow Queen!

Princess: It"s a long way!

Prince: We"ll give you a carriage!

Princess: And I"ll give you a coat, a muff and boots. Give my clothes to Gerda!

(Servants come and bring the clothes.)

Gerda: Thank you very much!

Scene 3

Storyteller: Everything is all right! Gerda is going in the carriage. The poor boy will be saved. Quite! What"s there? Robbers!

(The robbers appear on the stage and perform the robbers" dance.)

(A camp of robbers in the forest. An old woman is near the fire. The robbers have brought Gerda.)

Robber 1: Look what we"ve got!

Robber 2: Here is a gold carriage!

Robber 3: And this is the girl from the carriage!

Old Woman Robber: How nice she is! I think she will be very tasty!

Gerda: Don"t kill me, please! Let me go!

Robber 4: What a silly girl! Ha-ha-ha!

Robber 5: You"ll be killed!

Gerda: Dear robbers! Please let me go! Kay will die without me!

Old Woman Robber: I"m going to eat you!

Little Robber Girl: Don"t touch her! She will be mine! She will play with me! Give me your muff and your hat! What"s your name?

Gerda: I"m Gerda. You can take my clothes but I"ll be cold when I get to the Snow Queen.

Little Girl Robber: No! You won"t go there! You will live with me! Look what I"ve got! Come, come here quickly!

(The Reindeer appears)

Little Girl Robber: Gerda, look how funny he is!

(She touches the reindeer with a knife.)

Gerda: Don"t do it, please!

Little Robber Girl: Why? I like the way it trembles all over.

Gerda: May I ask him a question?

Little Robber Girl: Yes, you may.

Gerda: Tell me, deer! Did you live in the North?

Reindeer: Oh, yes!

Gerda: Have you ever seen the Snow Queen?

Reindeer: Yes, I have. Once she passed me! She had a little boy with her! He was white with cold. She called him Kay.

Gerda: He has seen her. He is my brother. Dear girl! Let me go! I must save Kay! He will die in the North.

Reindeer: Do let her go! I"ll take Gerda to the Snow Queen"s Kingdom.

Little Girl Robber: All right! There is nothing to be done. I won"t give you your muff! I like it. Kiss me.

Gerda: Thank you, girl!

Reindeer: Thank you!

Little Robber Girl: Good luck, Gerda!

Gerda: Goodbye! Goodbye!

Scene 4

(The storyteller is sitting on the pillows in front of the fireplace.)

Story-teller: Oh, how sad I am! Poor Gerda! She is riding on the Reindeer. Help her to save Kay!

Gerda: Is this the kingdom of the Snow Queen?

Reindeer: Yes, it is. I can"t go farther. You must remember, the Snow Queen is very cruel and it is very difficult to get into her palace!

Gerda: I must go there! Thank you, my dear friend!

(In the palace: Kay is on the icy throne.)

Gerda: Kay, Kay! Are you frozen? Answer me!

Kay: Hush, Gerda! You are bothering me!

Gerda: Dear Kay! It"s me, Gerda! You didn"t even say to me: "Glad to see you!"

Kay: Glad to see you.

Gerda: You sound so cold. Are you really my brother?

Kay: I am really Kay. I am very busy. I must make the word out of icicles.

Gerda: Kay, let"s go home. It"s spring there. The sky is blue, the sun is shining, the birds are singing.

(She weeps and embraces Kay.)

Kay: I am cold, Gerda. Is it you? What"s the matter? I can walk!

Gerda: Let"s go! We will get home.

Scene 5

(The same room as in the first scene.)

Little Robber Girl: Can you hear? The stairs are creaking!

Gentleman Crow: They are coming!

Little Robber Girl: Granny, look, it"s Gerda!

Prince: Look, it"s Kay!

Princess: Granny, look, they are both here!

G. &L. Crow: Welcome home!

Granny: My dear children! You are back at last!

Snow Queen: You must give this boy back to me at once or I"ll turn you into ice.

Man: I"ll crack you into pieces.

Gerda: Nobody is afraid of you here!

Snow Queen: Oh, we"ll see!

Little Robber Girl: You can wave your arms, your legs and your tail, but we won"t give Kay to you!

Kay: Go away, you two! We are not afraid of you. Thank you, dear friends!

(Final song)