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\"Silent<\/a><\/p>\n

Please scroll down to read the fairy tale in English.<\/p>\n

\u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131<\/h2>\n

Ormanda, k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck, g\u00fczel bir \u00e7am a\u011fac\u0131 vard\u0131. G\u00fcne\u015f alan, havas\u0131 bol bir yerde yeti\u015fiyordu. Etraf\u0131nda nice b\u00fcy\u00fck \u00e7am ve k\u00f6knar arkada\u015f\u0131 vard\u0131; ama k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131’n\u0131n tek derdi bir an \u00f6nce b\u00fcy\u00fcmekti. S\u0131cac\u0131k g\u00fcne\u015fi ve tertemiz havay\u0131 hi\u00e7 d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnm\u00fcyor, ormana \u00e7ilek ve ahududu toplamaya geldiklerinde laflayan \u00e7ift\u00e7i \u00e7ocuklar\u0131yla hi\u00e7 ilgilenmiyordu. \u00c7ocuklar, kovalar\u0131n\u0131 t\u0131kabasa \u00e7ilekle doldurduktan veya onlar\u0131 s\u0131ra s\u0131ra dizdikten sonra dinlenmek i\u00e7in k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131’n\u0131n yan\u0131na oturduklar\u0131nda \u201c\u015eu k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck a\u011fa\u00e7 ne kadar da g\u00fczel. De\u011fil mi?\u201d derlerdi; fakat o bu s\u00f6zleri duymak bile istemezdi.
\nK\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck a\u011fa\u00e7 ertesi y\u0131l boy att\u0131. Bir sonraki y\u0131l daha da uzad\u0131. G\u00f6vdesindeki bo\u011fumlar\u0131 sayarak, bir \u00e7am a\u011fac\u0131n\u0131n ka\u00e7 ya\u015f\u0131nda oldu\u011fu s\u00f6ylemek m\u00fcmk\u00fcnd\u00fcr.<\/p>\n

-Ah, \u015fu di\u011ferleri gibi kocaman bir a\u011fa\u00e7 olsayd\u0131m! diye i\u00e7ini \u00e7ekiyordu. \u201cO zaman dallar\u0131m\u0131 d\u00f6rt bir yana uzat\u0131r, tepemle de uzaklar\u0131 ve hatta b\u00fct\u00fcn d\u00fcnyay\u0131 g\u00f6rebilirdim! Ku\u015flar yuvalar\u0131n\u0131 dallar\u0131m\u0131n aras\u0131na yapard\u0131. R\u00fczgar esti\u011fi zaman di\u011fer a\u011fa\u00e7lar gibi zarif\u00e7e e\u011filirdim.\u201d Ne g\u00fcne\u015f mutluluk veriyordu ona, ne ku\u015flar, ne de sabah ak\u015fam \u00fczerinden s\u00fcz\u00fclen k\u0131z\u0131l bulutlar.<\/p>\n

Derken k\u0131\u015f geldi. Kar \u0131\u015f\u0131lt\u0131l\u0131 beyazl\u0131\u011f\u0131yla\u00a0her yeri kaplad\u0131. Bir tav\u015fan s\u0131k s\u0131k hoplayarak gelip a\u011fac\u0131n tepesinden atlamaya ba\u015flam\u0131\u015ft\u0131. Ne sinir bozucu bir \u015feydi bu b\u00f6yle! \u0130ki k\u0131\u015f b\u00f6ylece ge\u00e7ti, \u00fc\u00e7\u00fcnc\u00fc k\u0131\u015f k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck a\u011fa\u00e7 \u00f6yle uzam\u0131\u015ft\u0131 ki, tav\u015fan art\u0131k \u00fcst\u00fcnden atlayam\u0131yordu. \u201cAh, b\u00fcy\u00fcmek, b\u00fcy\u00fcmek, kocaman ve ya\u015fl\u0131 olmak, i\u015fte d\u00fcnyadaki tek g\u00fczel \u015fey bu!\u201d diye d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcn\u00fcyordu a\u011fa\u00e7.
\nSonbahar geldi\u011finde, keresteciler en b\u00fcy\u00fck a\u011fa\u00e7lardan baz\u0131lar\u0131n\u0131 kesmeye gelirlerdi. Bu her y\u0131l b\u00f6yle devam ederdi. Art\u0131k baya\u011f\u0131 b\u00fcy\u00fcm\u00fc\u015f olan gen\u00e7 \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131 korkuyla titriyordu, \u00e7\u00fcnk\u00fc kocaman a\u011fa\u00e7lar \u00e7at\u0131r \u00e7at\u0131r yere devriliyor, dallar\u0131 baltayla kesiliyor, bedenleri \u00e7\u0131plak ve incecik kalarak neredeyse tan\u0131nmaz hale geliyordu. Sonra arabalara y\u00fckleniyor, atlar taraf\u0131ndan \u00e7ekilerek ormandan al\u0131n\u0131p g\u00f6t\u00fcr\u00fcl\u00fcyorlard\u0131. Nereye gidiyorlard\u0131 b\u00f6yle? Onlara neler oluyordu?<\/p>\n

\u0130lkbaharda k\u0131rlang\u0131\u00e7lar ve leylekler gelince, a\u011fa\u00e7 onlara sordu: \u201cSiz bu a\u011fa\u00e7lar\u0131n nereye g\u00f6t\u00fcr\u00fcld\u00fcklerini bilmiyor musunuz? Onlara hi\u00e7 rastlamad\u0131n\u0131z m\u0131?\u201d K\u0131rlang\u0131\u00e7lar hi\u00e7bir \u015fey bilmiyorlard\u0131. Leylek ise olduk\u00e7a d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnceli g\u00f6r\u00fcn\u00fcyordu. Ba\u015f\u0131n\u0131 sallad\u0131 ve \u201cEvet, san\u0131r\u0131m ben biliyorum. M\u0131s\u0131r\u2019dan d\u00f6nerken pek \u00e7ok yeni gemiye rastlad\u0131m. Gemilerde \u00e7ok g\u00f6steri\u015fli direkler vard\u0131. Bu direkler, senin s\u00f6z\u00fcn\u00fc etti\u011fin a\u011fa\u00e7lar olabilir; \u00e7\u00fcnk\u00fc \u00e7am kokuyorlard\u0131. Onlarla pek \u00e7ok kez kar\u015f\u0131la\u015ft\u0131m, \u00e7ok uzun ve g\u00f6rkemlilerdi.\u201d
\n-Ke\u015fke ben de denize gidebilecek kadar b\u00fcy\u00fck olsayd\u0131m! Nas\u0131l bir \u015feydir bu deniz, neye benzer?\u201d
\n-Hmm, anlatmas\u0131 biraz uzun s\u00fcrer! dedi Leylek ve u\u00e7up gitti.
\n-Gen\u00e7li\u011finin de\u011ferini bil! dedi G\u00fcn I\u015f\u0131\u011f\u0131. \u201cB\u00fcy\u00fcyor olman\u0131n, tazeli\u011finin de\u011ferini bil!\u201d<\/p>\n

R\u00fczgar a\u011fac\u0131 \u00f6pt\u00fc, \u00e7i\u011f taneleri onu g\u00f6zya\u015flar\u0131yla sulad\u0131; ama \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131 bunlar\u0131 anlamad\u0131.
\nNoel’e do\u011fru, sadece i\u00e7i i\u00e7ine s\u0131\u011fmayan, orman\u0131 terk edip gitmek isteyen \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131 kadar b\u00fcy\u00fck olanlar\u0131 de\u011fil, \u00e7ok daha gen\u00e7 a\u011fa\u00e7lar\u0131 bile keserlerdi. Bu gen\u00e7 a\u011fa\u00e7lar, ki \u00f6zellikle g\u00fczel olduklar\u0131 i\u00e7in se\u00e7ilirlerdi, dallar\u0131 kesilmeden at arabalar\u0131na y\u00fcklenir, atlar taraf\u0131ndan \u00e7ekilerek ormandan al\u0131n\u0131p g\u00f6t\u00fcr\u00fcl\u00fcrlerdi.<\/p>\n

-Nereye gidiyorlar? diye sordu \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131. \u201cBenden daha uzun de\u011filler ki, hatta bir tanesi benden \u00e7ok daha k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fckt\u00fc? Niye hi\u00e7birinin dallar\u0131n\u0131 kesmediler? Nereye gidiyorlar?\u201d<\/p>\n

-Biz biliyoruz! Biz biliyoruz!\u201d diye \u015fak\u0131d\u0131 ser\u00e7eler. \u201cA\u015fa\u011f\u0131 kasabadaki evlerin camlar\u0131ndan i\u00e7eriye bakt\u0131k ve onlar\u0131n nereye g\u00f6t\u00fcr\u00fcld\u00fcklerini biliyoruz. Akl\u0131n\u0131n almayaca\u011f\u0131 kadar b\u00fcy\u00fck bir p\u0131r\u0131lt\u0131ya ve g\u00f6rkeme kavu\u015fuyorlar! Pencerelerden i\u00e7eriye bakt\u0131k ve onlar\u0131n s\u0131cak salonlar\u0131n ortas\u0131na dikildi\u011fini, \u015fahane s\u00fcslerle, alt\u0131n yald\u0131zl\u0131 elmalarla, ball\u0131 kurabiyelerle, oyuncaklarla ve y\u00fczlerce mumla donat\u0131ld\u0131klar\u0131n\u0131 g\u00f6rd\u00fck.\u201d<\/p>\n

-Peki ya sonra? diye sordu \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131 b\u00fct\u00fcn dallar\u0131 titreyerek. \u201cSonra? Sonra ne oluyor?\u201d
\n-Bundan ba\u015fka bir \u015fey g\u00f6rmedik! Ama e\u015fsizdi!\u201d
\n-Ben de b\u00f6yle \u0131\u015f\u0131lt\u0131l\u0131 bir gelecek i\u00e7in mi yarat\u0131ld\u0131m acaba?\u201d diye \u00e7\u0131\u011fl\u0131k att\u0131 k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck a\u011fa\u00e7. \u201cDenizleri a\u015fmaktan \u00e7ok daha g\u00fczel bir \u015fey bu! Bu istek i\u00e7imi kemiriyor! \u015eu Noel bir gelseydi!<\/p>\n

-Uzad\u0131m art\u0131k, ge\u00e7en y\u0131l g\u00f6t\u00fcrd\u00fckleri a\u011fa\u00e7lar kadar da b\u00fcy\u00fcd\u00fcm. Ben de bir arabaya konsayd\u0131m! O s\u0131cac\u0131k salonda, o ihti\u015fam ve \u015fa\u015faa i\u00e7inde olsayd\u0131m! Ya sonra? Elbet ard\u0131ndan daha iyi, daha g\u00fczel \u015feyler gelir, yoksa beni niye \u00f6yle s\u00fcslesinler ki? Mutlaka daha b\u00fcy\u00fck, daha muhte\u015fem \u015feyler olur! De\u011fil mi? Ah, nas\u0131l da ac\u0131 ve \u00f6zlem duyuyorum. Bana neler oluyor b\u00f6yle bilmiyorum ki?<\/p>\n

-Bizim k\u0131ymetimizi bil! dedi hava ve g\u00fcn \u0131\u015f\u0131\u011f\u0131. \u201cBurada, \u00f6zg\u00fcrken tazeli\u011finin ve gencli\u011finin tad\u0131n\u0131 \u00e7\u0131kar. Ama bunlar k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck a\u011fac\u0131 hi\u00e7 mutlu etmiyordu. B\u00fcy\u00fcd\u00fc, b\u00fcy\u00fcd\u00fc… Her mevsim yemye\u015fildi. Koyu ye\u015fil… Yan\u0131ndan ge\u00e7en insanlar, \u201cBurada \u00e7ok g\u00fczel bir a\u011fa\u00e7 var!\u201d dediler.<\/p>\n

Noel geldi\u011finde, hepsinden \u00f6nce o kesildi! Balta bedenine derin bir darbe vurdu. A\u011fa\u00e7 inleyerek yere devrildi. Bir ac\u0131 hissetti. G\u00fc\u00e7s\u00fczl\u00fck\u2026 Mutlulu\u011fu filan d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnecek hali kalmam\u0131\u015ft\u0131. Yurdundan, b\u00fcy\u00fcy\u00fcp ye\u015ferdi\u011fi topraklardan ayr\u0131ld\u0131\u011f\u0131 i\u00e7in \u00fczg\u00fcnd\u00fc. Sevgili eski arkada\u015flar\u0131n\u0131, etraf\u0131n\u0131 saran k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck \u00e7al\u0131lar\u0131 ve \u00e7i\u00e7ekleri, evet belki ku\u015flar\u0131 bile bir daha g\u00f6remeyece\u011fini biliyordu. Bu gidi\u015f, hi\u00e7 de keyifli bir gidi\u015f de\u011fildi.
\nA\u011fa\u00e7 kendisine ancak di\u011fer a\u011fa\u00e7larla birlikte \u00e7iftlikte arabadan indirilip bir adam\u0131n, \u201cBu m\u00fckemmel! Ba\u015fka a\u011faca gerek yok!\u201d dedi\u011fini duydu\u011funda geldi. Sonra, iki kentli hizmetkar gelip \u00e7am a\u011fac\u0131n\u0131 kocaman, \u015fahane bir salona g\u00f6t\u00fcrd\u00fcler. Duvarlarda boydan boya ya\u011fl\u0131boya portreler as\u0131l\u0131yd\u0131, b\u00fcy\u00fck \u00e7ini soban\u0131n yan\u0131nda, kapaklar\u0131 aslan \u015feklinde \u00c7in vazolar\u0131 duruyordu. Salonda sallanan sandalyeler, ipek koltuklar, \u00fczeri resimli kitaplar ve paha bi\u00e7ilmez oyuncaklarla, en az\u0131ndan \u00e7ocuklar\u0131n fikri buydu, dolu b\u00fcy\u00fck masalar vard\u0131.<\/p>\n

\u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131, i\u00e7i kumla dolu b\u00fcy\u00fck bir f\u0131\u00e7\u0131ya dikildi. Bunun bir f\u0131\u00e7\u0131 oldu\u011fu anla\u015f\u0131lm\u0131yordu; \u00e7\u00fcnk\u00fc ye\u015fil bir kuma\u015fla kaplanm\u0131\u015ft\u0131 ve alt\u0131nda da geni\u015f, renkli bir hal\u0131 vard\u0131. A\u011fa\u00e7 nas\u0131l da titriyordu! \u015eimdi ne olacakt\u0131 acaba? Hem u\u015faklar hem de gen\u00e7 han\u0131mlar etraf\u0131nda d\u00f6n\u00fcyor, onu s\u00fcsl\u00fcyorlard\u0131. Dallar\u0131na renkli ka\u011f\u0131tlardan kesilmi\u015f, i\u00e7i \u015fekerlemelerle dolu k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck fileler ast\u0131lar. Her taraf\u0131ndan sanki orac\u0131kta yeti\u015fmi\u015f gibi duran alt\u0131n yald\u0131zla kapl\u0131 elmalar ve cevizler sark\u0131yordu. Dallar\u0131na y\u00fczlerce k\u0131rm\u0131z\u0131, mavi, beyaz mum tutturdular. Ye\u015fil i\u011fne yapraklar\u0131n\u0131n aras\u0131nda t\u0131pk\u0131 canl\u0131 insana benzeyen oyuncak bebekler, ki a\u011fa\u00e7 b\u00f6yle bir \u015feyi daha \u00f6nce hi\u00e7 g\u00f6rmemi\u015fti,\u00a0 sallan\u0131yordu. En tepesine ise alt\u0131n simden yap\u0131lm\u0131\u015f b\u00fcy\u00fck bir y\u0131ld\u0131z konmu\u015ftu. \u00c7ok g\u00fczeldi. E\u015fi benzeri g\u00f6r\u00fclmedik derecede g\u00f6rkemliydi. \u201cBu ak\u015fam,\u201d dedi herkes hep birlikte, \u201cBu ak\u015fam \u0131\u015f\u0131l \u0131\u015f\u0131l \u0131\u015f\u0131ldayacak!\u201d<\/p>\n

-Ah, bir ak\u015fam olsa! diye d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnd\u00fc a\u011fa\u00e7. Mumlar hemen yak\u0131lsa! Sonra ne olur acaba? A\u011fa\u00e7lar ormandan gelip beni izlerler mi? Ser\u00e7eler pencerelerin \u00f6n\u00fcnde u\u00e7u\u015furlar m\u0131? Ben burada k\u00f6k salarak b\u00fcy\u00fcr, yaz k\u0131\u015f b\u00f6yle s\u00fcsl\u00fc durur muyum?\u201d<\/p>\n

Evet, \u00f6yle olaca\u011f\u0131n\u0131 \u00e7ok iyi biliyordu! Ama kabu\u011funda \u00f6zlemden kaynaklanan ciddi bir a\u011fr\u0131 vard\u0131. A\u011fa\u00e7lar i\u00e7in kabuk a\u011fr\u0131s\u0131 biz insanlardaki ba\u015f a\u011fr\u0131s\u0131 kadar ac\u0131 vericidir.
\nDerken mumlar\u0131 yakt\u0131lar. O ne \u0131\u015f\u0131lt\u0131 ve ihti\u015famd\u0131 \u00f6yle! A\u011fa\u00e7 b\u00fct\u00fcn dallar\u0131yla birlikte \u00f6yle bir titredi ki, mumlardan biri ye\u015fil \u00e7am i\u011fnelerini tutu\u015fturuverdi. Can\u0131 \u00e7ok yand\u0131. Gen\u00e7 han\u0131mlar\u0131n hepsi \u201c\u0130mdat!\u201d diye ba\u011fr\u0131\u015ft\u0131lar ve alevler \u00e7abucak s\u00f6nd\u00fcr\u00fcld\u00fc.<\/p>\n

A\u011fac\u0131n art\u0131k k\u0131p\u0131rdamaya cesaret kalmam\u0131\u015ft\u0131. Ne deh\u015fet bir \u015feydi bu! B\u00fct\u00fcn bu g\u00fczellikleri kaybedece\u011finden \u00f6ylesine korkuyordu ki; kendi par\u0131lt\u0131s\u0131 onu serseme d\u00f6nd\u00fcrm\u00fc\u015ft\u00fc. Art\u0131k salonun iki kanatl\u0131 kap\u0131s\u0131 a\u00e7\u0131lm\u0131\u015f, \u00e7ocuklar i\u00e7eriye h\u0131zla ko\u015fmu\u015flard\u0131, neredeyse a\u011fac\u0131 devireceklerdi. Onlar\u0131n pe\u015finden sakince b\u00fcy\u00fckler geldi. \u00c7ocuklar bir an i\u00e7in sessizli\u011fe b\u00fcr\u00fcnd\u00fcler, ama bu ger\u00e7ekten sadece bir an s\u00fcrd\u00fc, sonra yine co\u015fkuyla ba\u011f\u0131rarak ko\u015fu\u015ftular. A\u011fac\u0131n \u00e7evresinde dans ettiler ve hediyeleri birbiri ard\u0131na toplad\u0131lar.<\/p>\n

-Ne yapmaya \u00e7al\u0131\u015f\u0131yor bunlar b\u00f6yle? diye d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnd\u00fc a\u011fa\u00e7. \u201cNeler oluyor?\u201d Mumlar yan\u0131p eriyor, dallara kadar k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fcl\u00fcnce s\u00f6nd\u00fcr\u00fcl\u00fcyordu ve sonunda \u00e7ocuklar a\u011fac\u0131 talan etme iznini kopard\u0131lar. A\u011fac\u0131n \u00fcst\u00fcne \u00f6yle bir at\u0131ld\u0131lar ki, b\u00fct\u00fcn dallar\u0131 \u00e7at\u0131rdad\u0131. Tepesindeki alt\u0131n y\u0131ld\u0131zdan tavana ba\u011flanm\u0131\u015f olmasayd\u0131 yere y\u0131k\u0131l\u0131rd\u0131.<\/p>\n

\u00c7ocuklar ellerindeki g\u00fczel oyuncaklarla etrafta dans edip duruyorlard\u0131. Ya\u015fl\u0131 dad\u0131dan ba\u015fka a\u011fa\u00e7la ilgilenen kimse kalmam\u0131\u015ft\u0131 art\u0131k. O da sadece, dallar\u0131n aras\u0131nda bir incir veya elma unutulmu\u015f mu diye bak\u0131yordu.<\/p>\n

\u00c7ocuklar, \u201cHikaye isteriz, hikaye isteriz!\u201d diye ba\u011fr\u0131\u015ft\u0131lar ve ufak tefek, \u015fi\u015fman bir adam\u0131 a\u011fac\u0131n yan\u0131na do\u011fru \u00e7eki\u015ftirdiler. Adam a\u011fac\u0131n alt\u0131na oturdu, \u201c\u015eimdi ye\u015fillikler i\u00e7indeyiz ve anlatacaklar\u0131m\u0131 dinlemek bu a\u011fa\u00e7 i\u00e7in de \u00e7ok faydal\u0131 olabilir; fakat yaln\u0131zca tek bir masal anlataca\u011f\u0131m. Ivedy-Avedy masal\u0131n\u0131 m\u0131 istersiniz, yoksa merdivenlerden d\u00fc\u015ft\u00fc\u011f\u00fc halde tahta \u00e7\u0131k\u0131p prensesle evlenen Yumurta Adam Humpty-Dumpty’i mi?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00c7ocuklar\u0131n baz\u0131lar\u0131, \u201cIvedy-Avedy!\u201d diye ba\u011fr\u0131\u015ft\u0131, baz\u0131lar\u0131 ise \u201cYumurta Adam!\u201ddiye. Bir \u015famatad\u0131r gidiyordu. Yaln\u0131zca \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131 susuyor ve d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcn\u00fcyordu: \u201cBenim fikrim sorulmayacak m\u0131? Ben hi\u00e7bir \u015fey yapmayacak m\u0131y\u0131m?\u201d Ama art\u0131k onun i\u015flevi bitmi\u015fti. A\u011fa\u00e7 kendisinden bekleneni yerine getirmi\u015fti, hepsi buydu! Adam, merdivenlerden d\u00fc\u015ft\u00fc\u011f\u00fc halde tahta \u00e7\u0131k\u0131p prensesle evlenen Humpty-Dumpty\u2019nin hikayesini anlatt\u0131. \u00c7ocuklar el \u00e7\u0131rp\u0131p ba\u011fr\u0131\u015ft\u0131lar: \u201cAnlat, bir tane daha anlat!\u201d Ivedy-Avedy masal\u0131n\u0131 da dinlemek istiyorlard\u0131 ama Yumurta Adam ile yetinmek zorunda kald\u0131lar. \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131 durgun ve d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnceliydi, ormandaki ku\u015flar hi\u00e7 b\u00f6yle bir \u015feyden s\u00f6z etmemi\u015flerdi. Yumurta Adam merdivenlerden d\u00fc\u015fm\u00fc\u015f ve prensesle evlenmi\u015f ha! \u201cEvet, bu d\u00fcnya b\u00f6yle i\u015fte!\u201d diye d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnd\u00fc \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131 ve masal\u0131 anlatan adam kibar biri oldu\u011fu i\u00e7in anlatt\u0131klar\u0131n\u0131 ger\u00e7ek sand\u0131. \u201cTabii, kim bilir belki ben de merdivenden d\u00fc\u015ferim ve ben de bir prensesle evlenirim,\u201d dedi kendi kendisine. Sonra da, ertesi g\u00fcn tekrar mumlarla, oyuncaklarla, yald\u0131zlar ve meyvelerle donat\u0131laca\u011f\u0131n\u0131 d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcn\u00fcp sevindi.<\/p>\n

-Yar\u0131n titremeyece\u011fim! diye d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnd\u00fc. \u201cG\u00fczelli\u011fimin keyfini s\u00fcrece\u011fim. Yar\u0131n yine Yumurta Adam’\u0131n hikayesini dinleyece\u011fim. Belki Ivedy-Avedy\u2019ninkini bile… B\u00f6ylece b\u00fct\u00fcn gece boyunca sessiz ve d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnceli \u015fekilde dikildi.
\nErtesi sabah, u\u015fak ile hizmet\u00e7i geldi.<\/p>\n

-\u0130hti\u015fam yeniden ba\u015fl\u0131yor i\u015fte!\u201d diye d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnd\u00fc a\u011fa\u00e7, ama gelenler onu s\u00fcr\u00fckleyerek salondan ve sonra merdivenlerden \u00e7\u0131kar\u0131p tavan aras\u0131nda \u0131\u015f\u0131ks\u0131z, kapkaranl\u0131k bir k\u00f6\u015feye terk ettiler. \u201cBu da ne demek oluyor!\u201d dedi. \u201cBen burada ne i\u015fim var! Burada ne dinleyece\u011fim \u015fimdi?\u201d<\/p>\n

Duvara dayan\u0131p \u00f6ylece durdu. D\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnd\u00fc, d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnd\u00fc\u2026 D\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnmek i\u00e7in bolca zaman\u0131 vard\u0131, \u00e7\u00fcnk\u00fc g\u00fcnler ve geceler \u00f6ylece ak\u0131p ge\u00e7iyordu. Yukar\u0131 hi\u00e7 kimse \u00e7\u0131kmad\u0131, sonunda biri g\u00f6r\u00fcnd\u00fcyse de, o da b\u00fcy\u00fck kasalar\u0131 bir k\u00f6\u015feye koymak i\u00e7in gelmi\u015fti. A\u011fa\u00e7 iyice arkada kalm\u0131\u015ft\u0131 ve nerdeyse tamamen unutulmu\u015ftu.\u201c\u015eimdi d\u0131\u015far\u0131da k\u0131\u015f var!\u201d diye d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnd\u00fc \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131. \u201cToprak serttir ve karla kapl\u0131d\u0131r, insanlar beni topra\u011fa dikemezler; herhalde bu y\u00fczden bahara kadar burada kalaca\u011f\u0131m. Ne kadar ince d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnceliler! Ne kadar da iyi insanlar! Ama ke\u015fke buras\u0131 bu kadar karanl\u0131k ve \u0131ss\u0131z olmasayd\u0131! K\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck bir tav\u015fan bile yok! Ormanda her yer karla kapland\u0131\u011f\u0131nda, tav\u015fan ne g\u00fczel z\u0131playarak yan\u0131mdan ge\u00e7erdi. Ger\u00e7i \u00fczerimden de atlard\u0131 ve ben o zamanlar ben bundan hi\u00e7 ho\u015flanmazd\u0131m. \u015eimdi burada ne kadar korkun\u00e7 bir yaln\u0131zl\u0131k var.\u201d<\/p>\n

O anda, minik bir fare \u201cMik, mik!\u201d diyerek geldi. Pe\u015finden bir tane daha… \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131’n\u0131 burunlar\u0131yla koklad\u0131lar ve sonra dallar\u0131n\u0131n aras\u0131na giriverdiler.<\/p>\n

-Feci so\u011fuk! dedi fareler. \u201cBuras\u0131 gayet iyi say\u0131l\u0131r! \u00d6yle de\u011fil mi, ya\u015fl\u0131 \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131?\u201d<\/p>\n

-O kadar da ya\u015fl\u0131 de\u011filim! diye kar\u015f\u0131l\u0131k verdi \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131. \u201cBenden \u00e7ok daha ya\u015fl\u0131 olanlar var!\u201d
\n-Nerelisin?\u201d diye sordu fareler. \u201cNeler bilirsin?\u201d \u00c7ok merakl\u0131yd\u0131lar. \u201cBize d\u00fcnyan\u0131n en g\u00fczel yerini anlatsana! Oraya hi\u00e7 gittin mi? Hani o raflar\u0131nda peynirlerin y\u0131\u011f\u0131l\u0131 durdu\u011fu, tavanlar\u0131ndan jambonlar sarkan, donya\u011f\u0131nda dansetti\u011fin ve c\u0131l\u0131z girip \u015fi\u015fman \u00e7\u0131kt\u0131\u011f\u0131n kiler?\u201d<\/p>\n

-Ben oray\u0131 bilmiyorum, dedi a\u011fa\u00e7, \u201cAma g\u00fcne\u015fin p\u0131r\u0131l p\u0131r\u0131l parlad\u0131\u011f\u0131, ku\u015flar\u0131n \u00f6tt\u00fc\u011f\u00fc orman\u0131 biliyorum!<\/p>\n

Sonra onlara gen\u00e7li\u011finde g\u00f6rd\u00fcklerini anlatt\u0131 . Minik fareler daha \u00f6nce hi\u00e7 b\u00f6yle \u015feyler duymam\u0131\u015flard\u0131. \u0130lgiyle dinlediler ve ‘Ne \u00e7ok \u015fey g\u00f6rm\u00fc\u015fs\u00fcn, ne kadar da mutluymu\u015fsun!” dediler.<\/p>\n

-Ben mi? diye kar\u015f\u0131l\u0131k verdi \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131 ve kendi anlatt\u0131klar\u0131 \u00fczerinde \u015f\u00f6yle bir d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnd\u00fc. \u201cEvet, asl\u0131nda ger\u00e7ekten \u00e7ok e\u011flenceli g\u00fcnlerdi!\u201d dedi. Sonra, kurabiyelerle ve mumlarla s\u00fcslendi\u011fi o y\u0131lba\u015f\u0131 gecesini anlatt\u0131.<\/p>\n

-Ooo, ya\u015fl\u0131 \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131, ne kadar da mutluymu\u015fsun! dedi minik fareler.
\n-Hi\u00e7 de ya\u015fl\u0131 de\u011filim!\u201d diye cevap verdi \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131. \u201cOrmandan daha bu k\u0131\u015f geldim! En g\u00fczel \u00e7a\u011f\u0131mday\u0131m, \u015fu an i\u00e7in geli\u015fimim durmu\u015f olsa da!\u201d
\n-Her \u015feyi ne kadar da g\u00fczel anlat\u0131yorsun! dedi fareler ve ertesi gece a\u011fac\u0131n anlatacaklar\u0131n\u0131 dinlemeleri i\u00e7in d\u00f6rt k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck fare daha getirdiler. A\u011fa\u00e7 anlatt\u0131k\u00e7a her \u015feyi daha net hat\u0131rl\u0131yordu ve d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcn\u00fcyordu: \u201cNe mutlu g\u00fcnlerdi! O zamanlar yine geri gelebilir. Yumurta Adam merdivenlerden d\u00fc\u015ft\u00fc\u011f\u00fc halde prensesle evlendi; belki ben de bir prensesle evlenebilirim!\u201d Bunlar\u0131 d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcn\u00fcrken, ormanda yeti\u015fen k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck ve \u00e7ok ho\u015f bir hu\u015f a\u011fac\u0131n\u0131 an\u0131msad\u0131. \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131 i\u00e7in o, g\u00fczeller g\u00fczeli bir prensesti.<\/p>\n

-Kimdir bu Yumurta Adam? diye sordu fareler.<\/p>\n

Bunun \u00fczerine \u00c7am A\u011fac\u0131, her kelimesini hat\u0131rlad\u0131\u011f\u0131 masal\u0131 anlatt\u0131. Fareler zevkten neredeyse a\u011fac\u0131n tepesine s\u0131\u00e7rayacak gibi oldular. Ertesi gece daha \u00e7ok fare topland\u0131, hatta Pazar g\u00fcn\u00fc iki de b\u00fcy\u00fck s\u0131\u00e7an geldi. Ama s\u0131\u00e7anlar, masal\u0131 hi\u00e7 komik bulmad\u0131klar\u0131n\u0131 s\u00f6ylediler. Bu durum k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck fareleri \u00e7ok \u00fczd\u00fc, art\u0131k onlar da masal\u0131 eskisi kadar g\u00fczel bulmuyorlard\u0131.
\n-Siz bir tek bu hikayeyi mi biliyorsunuz? diye sordu s\u0131\u00e7anlar.
\n-Bir tek bunu biliyorum. Diye cevap verdi a\u011fa\u00e7, \u201cBu benim hayat\u0131m\u0131n en mutlu ak\u015fam\u0131na ait; ama o zamanlar ne kadar mutlu oldu\u011fumu hi\u00e7 d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnmemi\u015ftim.\u201d
\n-\u00c7ok s\u0131k\u0131c\u0131 bir masal bu! \u015e\u00f6yle i\u00e7inde et ve donya\u011f\u0131 olan bir masal bilmiyor musunuz ya da kilerler hakk\u0131nda hikayeler?\u201d
\n-Hay\u0131r!\u201d dedi a\u011fa\u00e7.
\n-Peki te\u015fekk\u00fcrler \u00f6yleyse! diye cevap verdi s\u0131\u00e7anlar ve evlerine d\u00f6nd\u00fcler.<\/p>\n

Sonunda k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck fareler de gelmez oldular. A\u011fa\u00e7 i\u00e7ini \u00e7ekerek:<\/p>\n

-Minik fareler etraf\u0131mda oturup anlatt\u0131klar\u0131m\u0131 dinlerken her \u015fey ne kadar ho\u015ftu! Art\u0131k bu da ge\u00e7ip gitti! Ama beni buradan \u00e7\u0131karacaklar\u0131 g\u00fcn\u00fc hat\u0131rlay\u0131p yeniden sevinebilirim!<\/p>\n

Peki bu ne zaman oldu? Bir sabah vakti… \u0130nsanlar gelip \u00e7at\u0131 kat\u0131nda ortal\u0131\u011f\u0131 didiklediler. Kasalar\u0131n yeri de\u011fi\u015ftirildi ve a\u011fa\u00e7 \u00f6ne \u00e7ekildi. Ger\u00e7i adamlar onu zemine biraz sert\u00e7e ittiler, ama hemen bir hizmetkar gelerek a\u011fac\u0131 g\u00fcn \u0131\u015f\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131n g\u00f6r\u00fcld\u00fc\u011f\u00fc merdivene s\u00fcr\u00fckledi.\u201c\u0130\u015fte hayat yeniden ba\u015fl\u0131yor!\u201d diye d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnd\u00fc a\u011fa\u00e7.Temiz havay\u0131, g\u00fcn \u0131\u015f\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131 hissetti.<\/p>\n

Art\u0131k d\u0131\u015far\u0131da, avludayd\u0131. Her \u015fey \u00e7ok \u00e7abuk olmu\u015f, a\u011fa\u00e7 kendine \u015f\u00f6yle bir bakmay\u0131 bile unutmu\u015ftu. Etrafta g\u00f6ze at\u0131lacak \u00f6yle \u00e7ok \u015fey vard\u0131 ki. Avlu bir bah\u00e7eye biti\u015fikti ve burada her \u015fey \u00e7i\u00e7ek a\u00e7m\u0131\u015ft\u0131. K\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck \u00e7itin \u00fczerindek\u0131 g\u00fcller taptazeydiler ve mis gibi kokuyorlard\u0131, \u0131hlamur a\u011fa\u00e7lar\u0131 \u00e7i\u00e7ek a\u00e7m\u0131\u015ft\u0131 ve k\u0131rlang\u0131\u00e7lar etrafta ”Cik cik, sevdi\u011fim geldi.” Diyerek u\u00e7u\u015fuyorlard\u0131. S\u00f6z ettikleri ki\u015fi a\u011fa\u00e7 de\u011fildi. \u201cYeniden ya\u015famaya ba\u015flayaca\u011f\u0131m!\u201d dedi a\u011fa\u00e7 sevin\u00e7le ve dallar\u0131n\u0131 yaymaya \u00e7al\u0131\u015ft\u0131. Ah, ne yaz\u0131k ki hepsi kuruyup sararm\u0131\u015f ve k\u0131r\u0131lganla\u015fm\u0131\u015ft\u0131. Is\u0131rganlar ile otlar\u0131n \u00fczerinde bir k\u00f6\u015fede \u00f6ylece yat\u0131yordu. Alt\u0131n y\u0131ld\u0131z\u0131 hala tepesinde duruyor, berrak g\u00fcn \u0131\u015f\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131n alt\u0131nda parl\u0131yordu.<\/p>\n

Avluda birka\u00e7 ne\u015feli \u00e7ocuk oynuyordu, Noel gecesi a\u011fac\u0131n etraf\u0131nda danseden ve a\u011fac\u0131n etraf\u0131nda \u00e7ok mutlu g\u00f6r\u00fcnen \u00e7ocuklardan baz\u0131lar\u0131yd\u0131 bunlar. En k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fcklerinden biri gelip a\u011fac\u0131n tepesindeki y\u0131ld\u0131z\u0131 \u00e7ekerek kopard\u0131.\u201cBak\u0131n \u015fu eski ve \u00e7irkin Noel a\u011fac\u0131nda ne buldum!\u201d diye ba\u011f\u0131rarak a\u011fac\u0131n dallar\u0131 \u00fczerinde tepindi. Dallar \u00e7ocu\u011fun \u00e7izmelerinin alt\u0131nda \u00e7at\u0131rd\u0131yordu. A\u011fa\u00e7, bah\u00e7ede a\u00e7an tazecik \u00e7i\u00e7eklere bakt\u0131, sonra kendine bir bakt\u0131 ve \u00e7at\u0131 kat\u0131ndaki karanl\u0131k k\u00f6\u015fesinde olmay\u0131 diledi. Ormandaki gen\u00e7li\u011fini, o \u015fen Noel ak\u015fam\u0131n\u0131 ve Yumurta Adam’\u0131n hikayesini keyifle dinleyen k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck fareleri\u2026<\/p>\n

-Ge\u00e7ti! Ge\u00e7ti gitti! dedi zavall\u0131 a\u011fa\u00e7. \u201cKe\u015fke yapabiliyorken tad\u0131n\u0131 \u00e7\u0131karsayd\u0131m bunlar\u0131n! Ge\u00e7ti art\u0131k!\u201d<\/p>\n

Derken bir \u00e7al\u0131\u015fan geldi ve baltas\u0131yla a\u011fac\u0131 k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck par\u00e7alara b\u00f6ld\u00fc. Art\u0131k orada bir odun y\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131 vard\u0131. Kocaman bir kazan\u0131n alt\u0131nda alev alev yanmaya ba\u015flam\u0131\u015ft\u0131. Derin derin i\u00e7 \u00e7ekiyor, her inleyi\u015fi k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck bir vuru\u015fu and\u0131r\u0131yordu. O y\u00fczden oynarken bu sesleri duyan \u00e7ocuklar ko\u015fup geldiler ve ate\u015fin \u00f6n\u00fcne oturdular. Ona bakarak \u201c\u00c7at! Pat!\u201d diye ba\u011fr\u0131\u015ft\u0131lar. Asl\u0131nda \u00e7ekti\u011fi her bir ah ile a\u011fa\u00e7, ormandaki bir yaz g\u00fcn\u00fcn\u00fc, y\u0131ld\u0131zlar\u0131n \u0131\u015f\u0131ldad\u0131\u011f\u0131 bir k\u0131\u015f gecesini d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcn\u00fcyordu. O Noel ak\u015fam\u0131n\u0131, dinledi\u011fi ve anlatabildi\u011fi tek masal olan Yumurta Adam’\u0131 d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnd\u00fc. B\u00f6ylece yand\u0131, bitti, k\u00fcl oldu.<\/p>\n

\u00c7ocuklar avluda oynuyorlard\u0131. En k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fckleri g\u00f6\u011fs\u00fcne, a\u011fac\u0131n hayat\u0131n\u0131n en mutlu gecesinde ta\u015f\u0131d\u0131\u011f\u0131 alt\u0131n y\u0131ld\u0131z\u0131 takm\u0131\u015ft\u0131. O gece \u00e7oktan ge\u00e7mi\u015fti, a\u011fa\u00e7 art\u0131k yoktu ve onunla birlikte hikayesi de sona ermi\u015fti. B\u00fct\u00fcn hikayeler gibi…<\/p>\n

Hans Christian Andersen<\/p>\n

\u00c7eviren: Eylem Rosseland<\/p>\n

Kaynak: https:\/\/www.andersenstories.com\/da\/andersen_fortaellinger\/grantraeet<\/p>\n

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The Fir Tree<\/h2>\n
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Out in the woods stood such a pretty little fir tree. It grew in a good place, where it had plenty of sun and plenty of fresh air. Around it stood many tall comrades, both fir trees and pines.<\/p>\n

The little fir tree was in a headlong hurry to grow up. It didn’t care a thing for the warm sunshine, or the fresh air, and it took no interest in the peasant children who ran about chattering when they came to pick strawberries or raspberries. Often when the children had picked their pails full, or had gathered long strings of berries threaded on straws, they would sit down to rest near the little fir. “Oh, isn’t it a nice little tree?” they would say. “It’s the baby of the woods.” The little tree didn’t like their remarks at all.<\/p>\n

Next year it shot up a long joint of new growth, and the following year another joint, still longer. You can always tell how old a fir tree is by counting the number of joints it has.<\/p>\n

“I wish I were a grown-up tree, like my comrades,” the little tree sighed. “Then I could stretch out my branches and see from my top what the world is like. The birds would make me their nesting place, and when the wind blew I could bow back and forth with all the great trees.”<\/p>\n

It took no pleasure in the sunshine, nor in the birds. The glowing clouds, that sailed overhead at sunrise and sunset, meant nothing to it.<\/p>\n

In winter, when the snow lay sparkling on the ground, a hare would often come hopping along and jump right over the little tree. Oh, how irritating that was! That happened for two winters, but when the third winter came the tree was so tall that the hare had to turn aside and hop around it.<\/p>\n

“Oh, to grow, grow! To get older and taller,” the little tree thought. “That is the most wonderful thing in this world.”<\/p>\n

In the autumn, woodcutters came and cut down a few of the largest trees. This happened every year. The young fir was no longer a baby tree, and it trembled to see how those stately great trees crashed to the ground, how their limbs were lopped off, and how lean they looked as the naked trunks were loaded into carts. It could hardly recognize the trees it had known, when the horses pulled them out of the woods.<\/p>\n

Where were they going? What would become of them?<\/p>\n

In the springtime, when swallows and storks came back, the tree asked them, “Do you know where the other trees went? Have you met them?”<\/p>\n

The swallows knew nothing about it, but the stork looked thoughtful and nodded his head. “Yes, I think I met them,” he said. “On my way from Egypt I met many new ships, and some had tall, stately masts. They may well have been the trees you mean, for I remember the smell of fir. They wanted to be remembered to you.”<\/p>\n

“Oh, I wish I were old enough to travel on the sea. Please tell me what it really is, and how it looks.”<\/p>\n

“That would take too long to tell,” said the stork, and off he strode.<\/p>\n

“Rejoice in your youth,” said the sunbeams. “Take pride in your growing strength and in the stir of life within you.”<\/p>\n

And the wind kissed the tree, and the dew wept over it, for the tree was young and without understanding.<\/p>\n

When Christmas came near, many young trees were cut down. Some were not even as old or as tall as this fir tree of ours, who was in such a hurry and fret to go traveling. These young trees, which were always the handsomest ones, had their branches left on them when they were loaded on carts and the horses drew them out of the woods.<\/p>\n

“Where can they be going?” the fir tree wondered. “They are no taller than I am. One was really much smaller than I am. And why are they allowed to keep all their branches? “Where can they be going?”<\/p>\n

“We know! We know!” the sparrows chirped. “We have been to town and peeped in the windows. We know where they are going. The greatest splendor and glory you can imagine awaits them. We’ve peeped through windows. We’ve seen them planted right in the middle of a warm room, and decked out with the most splendid things-gold apples, good gingerbread, gay toys, and many hundreds of candles.”<\/p>\n

“And then?” asked the fir tree, trembling in every twig. “And then? What happens then?”<\/p>\n

“We saw nothing more. And never have we seen anything that could match it.”<\/p>\n

“I wonder if I was created for such a glorious future?” The fir tree rejoiced. “Why, that is better than to cross the sea. I’m tormented with longing. Oh, if Christmas would only come! I’m just as tall and grown-up as the trees they chose last year. How I wish I were already in the cart, on my way to the warm room where there’s so much splendor and glory. Then-then something even better, something still more important is bound to happen, or why should they deck me so fine? Yes, there must be something still grander! But what? Oh, how I long: I don’t know what’s the matter with me.”<\/p>\n

“Enjoy us while you may,” the air and sunlight told him. “Rejoice in the days of your youth, out here in the open.”<\/p>\n

But the tree did not rejoice at all. It just grew. It grew and was green both winter and summer-dark evergreen. People who passed it said, “There’s a beautiful tree!” And when Christmas time came again they cut it down first. The ax struck deep into its marrow. The tree sighed as it fell to the ground. It felt faint with pain. Instead of the happiness it had expected, the tree was sorry to leave the home where it had grown up. It knew that never again would it see its dear old comrades, the little bushes and the flowers about it-and perhaps not even the birds. The departure was anything but pleasant.<\/p>\n

The tree did not get over it until all the trees were unloaded in the yard, and it heard a man say, “That’s a splendid one. That’s the tree for us.” Then two servants came in fine livery, and carried the fir tree into a big splendid drawing-room. Portraits were hung all around the walls. On either side of the white porcelain stove stood great Chinese vases, with lions on the lids of them. There were easy chairs, silk-covered sofas and long tables strewn with picture books, and with toys that were worth a mint of money, or so the children said.<\/p>\n

The fir tree was planted in a large tub filled with sand, but no one could see that it was a tub, because it was wrapped in a gay green cloth and set on a many-colored carpet. How the tree quivered! What would come next? The servants and even the young ladies helped it on with its fine decorations. From its branches they hung little nets cut out of colored paper, and each net was filled with candies. Gilded apples and walnuts hung in clusters as if they grew there, and a hundred little white, blue, and even red, candles were fastened to its twigs. Among its green branches swayed dolls that it took to be real living people, for the tree had never seen their like before. And up at its very top was set a large gold tinsel star. It was splendid, I tell you, splendid beyond all words!<\/p>\n

“Tonight,” they all said, “ah, tonight how the tree will shine!”<\/p>\n

“Oh,” thought the tree, “if tonight would only come! If only the candles were lit! And after that, what happens then? Will the trees come trooping out of the woods to see me? Will the sparrows flock to the windows? Shall I take root here, and stand in fine ornaments all winter and summer long?”<\/p>\n

That was how much it knew about it. All its longing had gone to its bark and set it to arching, which is as bad for a tree as a headache is for us.<\/p>\n

Now the candles were lighted. What dazzling splendor! What a blaze of light! The tree quivered so in every bough that a candle set one of its twigs ablaze. It hurt terribly.<\/p>\n

“Mercy me!” cried every young lady, and the fire was quickly put out. The tree no longer dared rustle a twig-it was awful! Wouldn’t it be terrible if it were to drop one of its ornaments? Its own brilliance dazzled it.<\/p>\n

Suddenly the folding doors were thrown back, and a whole flock of children burst in as if they would overturn the tree completely. Their elders marched in after them, more sedately. For a moment, but only for a moment, the young ones were stricken speechless. Then they shouted till the rafters rang. They danced about the tree and plucked off one present after another.<\/p>\n

“What are they up to?” the tree wondered. “What will happen next?”<\/p>\n

As the candles burned down to the bark they were snuffed out, one by one, and then the children had permission to plunder the tree. They went about it in such earnest that the branches crackled and, if the tree had not been tied to the ceiling by the gold star at top, it would have tumbled headlong.<\/p>\n

The children danced about with their splendid playthings. No one looked at the tree now, except an old nurse who peered in among the branches, but this was only to make sure that not an apple or fig had been overlooked.<\/p>\n

“Tell us a story! Tell us a story!” the children clamored, as they towed a fat little man to the tree. He sat down beneath it and said, “Here we are in the woods, and it will do the tree a lot of good to listen to our story. Mind you, I’ll tell only one. Which will you have, the story of Ivedy-Avedy, or the one about Humpty-Dumpty who tumbled downstairs, yet ascended the throne and married the Princess?”<\/p>\n

“Ivedy-Avedy,” cried some. “Humpty-Dumpty,” cried the others. And there was a great hullabaloo. Only the fir tree held its peace, though it thought to itself, “Am I to be left out of this? Isn’t there anything I can do?” For all the fun of the evening had centered upon it, and it had played its part well.<\/p>\n

The fat little man told them all about Humpty-Dumpty, who tumbled downstairs, yet ascended the throne and married the Princess. And the children clapped and shouted, “Tell us another one! Tell us another one!” For they wanted to hear about Ivedy-Avedy too, but after Humpty-Dumpty the story telling stopped. The fir tree stood very still as it pondered how the birds in the woods had never told it a story to equal this.<\/p>\n

“Humpty-Dumpty tumbled downstairs, yet he married the Princess. Imagine! That must be how things happen in the world. You never can tell. Maybe I’ll tumble downstairs and marry a princess too,” thought the fir tree, who believed every word of the story because such a nice man had told it.<\/p>\n

The tree looked forward to the following day, when they would deck it again with fruit and toys, candles and gold. “Tomorrow I shall not quiver,” it decided. “I’ll enjoy my splendor to the full. Tomorrow I shall hear about Humpty-Dumpty again, and perhaps about Ivedy-Avedy too.” All night long the tree stood silent as it dreamed its dreams, and next morning the butler and the maid came in with their dusters.<\/p>\n

“Now my splendor will be renewed,” the fir tree thought. But they dragged it upstairs to the garret, and there they left it in a dark corner where no daylight ever came. “What’s the meaning of this?” the tree wondered. “What am I going to do here? What stories shall I hear?” It leaned against the wall, lost in dreams. It had plenty of time for dreaming, as the days and the nights went by. Nobody came to the garret. And when at last someone did come, it was only to put many big boxes away in the corner. The tree was quite hidden. One might think it had been entirely forgotten.<\/p>\n

“It’s still winter outside,” the tree thought. “The earth is too hard and covered with snow for them to plant me now. I must have been put here for shelter until springtime comes. How thoughtful of them! How good people are! Only, I wish it weren’t so dark here, and so very, very lonely. There’s not even a little hare. It was so friendly out in the woods when the snow was on the ground and the hare came hopping along. Yes, he was friendly even when he jumped right over me, though I did not think so then. Here it’s all so terribly lonely.”<\/p>\n

“Squeak, squeak!” said a little mouse just then. He crept across the floor, and another one followed him. They sniffed the fir tree, and rustled in and out among its branches.<\/p>\n

“It is fearfully cold,” one of them said. “Except for that, it would be very nice here, wouldn’t it, you old fir tree?”<\/p>\n

“I’m not at all old,” said the fir tree. “Many trees are much older than I am.”<\/p>\n

“Where did you come from?” the mice asked him. “And what do you know?” They were most inquisitive creatures.<\/p>\n

“Tell us about the most beautiful place in the world. Have you been there? Were you ever in the larder, where there are cheeses on shelves and hams that hang from the rafters? It’s the place where you can dance upon tallow candles-where you can dart in thin and squeeze out fat.”<\/p>\n

“I know nothing of that place,” said the tree. “But I know the woods where the sun shines and the little birds sing.” Then it told them about its youth. The little mice had never heard the like of it. They listened very intently, and said, “My! How much you have seen! And how happy it must have made you.”<\/p>\n

“I?” the fir tree thought about it. “Yes, those days were rather amusing.” And he went on to tell them about Christmas Eve, when it was decked out with candies and candles.<\/p>\n

“Oh,” said the little mice, “how lucky you have been, you old fir tree!”<\/p>\n

“I am not at all old,” it insisted. “I came out of the woods just this winter, and I’m really in the prime of life, though at the moment my growth is suspended.”<\/p>\n

“How nicely you tell things,” said the mice. The next night they came with four other mice to hear what the tree had to say. The more it talked, the more clearly it recalled things, and it thought, “Those were happy times. But they may still come back-they may come back again. Humpty-Dumpty fell downstairs, and yet he married the Princess. Maybe the same thing will happen to me.” It thought about a charming little birch tree that grew out in the woods. To the fir tree she was a real and lovely Princess.<\/p>\n

“Who is Humpty-Dumpty?” the mice asked it. So the fir tree told them the whole story, for it could remember it word by word. The little mice were ready to jump to the top of the tree for joy. The next night many more mice came to see the fir tree, and on Sunday two rats paid it a call, but they said that the story was not very amusing. This made the little mice to sad that they began to find it not so very interesting either.<\/p>\n

“Is that the only story you know?” the rats asked.<\/p>\n

“Only that one,” the tree answered. “I heard it on the happiest evening of my life, but I did not know then how happy I was.”<\/p>\n

“It’s a very silly story. Don’t you know one that tells about bacon and candles? Can’t you tell us a good larder story?”<\/p>\n

“No,” said the tree.<\/p>\n

“Then good-by, and we won’t be back,” the rats said, and went away.<\/p>\n

At last the little mice took to staying away too. The tree sighed, “Oh, wasn’t it pleasant when those gay little mice sat around and listened to all that I had to say. Now that, too, is past and gone. But I will take good care to enjoy myself, once they let me out of here.”<\/p>\n

When would that be? Well, it came to pass on a morning when people came up to clean out the garret. The boxes were moved, the tree was pulled out and thrown-thrown hard-on the floor. But a servant dragged it at once to the stairway, where there was daylight again.<\/p>\n

“Now my life will start all over,” the tree thought. It felt the fresh air and the first sunbeam strike it as if it came out into the courtyard. This all happened so quickly and there was so much going around it, that the tree forgot to give even a glance at itself. The courtyard adjoined a garden, where flowers were blooming. Great masses of fragrant roses hung over the picket fence. The linden trees were in blossom, and between them the swallows skimmed past, calling, “Tilira-lira-lee, my love’s come back to me.” But it was not the fir tree of whom they spoke.<\/p>\n

“Now I shall live again,” it rejoiced, and tried to stretch out its branches. Alas, they were withered, and brown, and brittle. It was tossed into a corner, among weeds and nettles. But the gold star that was still tied to its top sparkled bravely in the sunlight.<\/p>\n

Several of the merry children, who had danced around the tree and taken such pleasure in it at Christmas, were playing in the courtyard. One of the youngest seized upon it and tore off the tinsel star.<\/p>\n

“Look what is still hanging on that ugly old Christmas tree,” the child said, and stamped upon the branches until they cracked beneath his shoes.<\/p>\n

The tree saw the beautiful flowers blooming freshly in the garden. It saw itself, and wished that they had left it in the darkest corner of the garret. It thought of its own young days in the deep woods, and of the merry Christmas Eve, and of the little mice who had been so pleased when it told them the story of Humpty-Dumpty.<\/p>\n

“My days are over and past,” said the poor tree. “Why didn’t I enjoy them while I could? Now they are gone-all gone.”<\/p>\n

A servant came and chopped the tree into little pieces. These heaped together quite high. The wood blazed beautifully under the big copper kettle, and the fir tree moaned so deeply that each groan sounded like a muffled shot. That’s why the children who were playing near-by ran to make a circle around the flames, staring into the fire and crying, “Pif! Paf!” But as each groans burst from it, the tree thought of a bright summer day in the woods, or a starlit winter night. It thought of Christmas Eve and thought of Humpty-Dumpty, which was the only story it ever heard and knew how to tell. And so the tree was burned completely away.<\/p>\n

The children played on in the courtyard. The youngest child wore on his breast the gold star that had topped the tree on its happiest night of all. But that was no more, and the tree was no more, and there’s no more to my story. No more, nothing more. All stories come to an end.<\/p>\n

A translation of Hans Christian Andersen’s “Grantr\u00e6et” by Jean Hersholt<\/a>. <\/span> Info & links<\/span> <\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.andersen.sdu.dk\/vaerk\/hersholt\/TheFirTree_e.html<\/p>\n

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