比较有名的英文版童话故事可以说3到5分钟的!最好能有两篇一定要能说3到5分钟的

比较有名的英文版童话故事可以说3到5分钟的!最好能有两篇一定要能说3到5分钟的
比较有名的英文版童话故事可以说3到5分钟的!
最好能有两篇
一定要能说3到5分钟的

比较有名的英文版童话故事可以说3到5分钟的!最好能有两篇一定要能说3到5分钟的
皇帝的新装
Many years ago, there was an Emperor, who was so excessively fond of newclothes, that he spent all his money in dress. He did not trouble himself inthe least about his soldiers; nor did he care to go either to the theatre orthe chase, except for the opportunities then afforded him for displaying hisnew clothes. He had a different suit for each hour of the day; and as of anyother king or emperor, one is accustomed to say, "he is sitting in council,"it was always said of him, "The Emperor is sitting in his wardrobe."
Time passed merrily in the large town which was his capital; strangers arrivedevery day at the court. One day, two rogues, calling themselves weavers, madetheir appearance. They gave out that they knew how to weave stuffs of the mostbeautiful colors and elaborate patterns, the clothes manufactured from whichshould have the wonderful property of remaining invisible to everyone who wasunfit for the office he held, or who was extraordinarily simple in character.
"These must, indeed, be splendid clothes!" thought the Emperor. "Had I such asuit, I might at once find out what men in my realms are unfit for theiroffice, and also be able to distinguish the wise from the foolish! This stuffmust be woven for me immediately." And he caused large sums of money to begiven to both the weavers in order that they might begin their work directly.
So the two pretended weavers set up two looms, and affected to work verybusily, though in reality they did nothing at all. They asked for the mostdelicate silk and the purest gold thread; put both into their own knapsacks;and then continued their pretended work at the empty looms until late atnight.
"I should like to know how the weavers are getting on with my cloth," said theEmperor to himself, after some little time had elapsed; he was, however,rather embarrassed, when he remembered that a simpleton, or one unfit for hisoffice, would be unable to see the manufacture. To be sure, he thought he hadnothing to risk in his own person; but yet, he would prefer sending somebodyelse, to bring him intelligence about the weavers, and their work, before hetroubled himself in the affair. All the people throughout the city had heardof the wonderful property the cloth was to possess; and all were anxious tolearn how wise, or how ignorant, their neighbors might prove to be.
"I will send my faithful old minister to the weavers," said the Emperor atlast, after some deliberation, "he will be best able to see how the clothlooks; for he is a man of sense, and no one can be more suitable for hisoffice than be is."
So the faithful old minister went into the hall, where the knaves were workingwith all their might, at their empty looms. "What can be the meaning of this?"thought the old man, opening his eyes very wide. "I cannot discover the leastbit of thread on the looms." However, he did not express his thoughts aloud.
The impostors requested him very courteously to be so good as to come nearertheir looms; and then asked him whether the design pleased him, and whetherthe colors were not very beautiful; at the same time pointing to the emptyframes. The poor old minister looked and looked, he could not discoveranything on the looms, for a very good reason, viz: there was nothing there."What!" thought he again. "Is it possible that I am a simpleton? I have neverthought so myself; and no one must know it now if I am so. Can it be, that Iam unfit for my office? No, that must not be said either. I will never confessthat I could not see the stuff."
"Well, Sir Minister!" said one of the knaves, still pretending to work. "Youdo not say whether the stuff pleases you."
"Oh, it is excellent!" replied the old minister, looking at the loom throughhis spectacles. "This pattern, and the colors, yes, I will tell the Emperorwithout delay, how very beautiful I think them."
"We shall be much obliged to you," said the impostors, and then they named thedifferent colors and described the pattern of the pretended stuff. The oldminister listened attentively to their words, in order that he might repeatthem to the Emperor; and then the knaves asked for more silk and gold, sayingthat it was necessary to complete what they had begun. However, they put allthat was given them into their knapsacks; and continued to work with as muchapparent diligence as before at their empty looms.
The Emperor now sent another officer of his court to see how the men weregetting on, and to ascertain whether the cloth would soon be ready. It wasjust the same with this gentleman as with the minister; he surveyed the loomson all sides, but could see nothing at all but the empty frames.
"Does not the stuff appear as beautiful to you, as it did to my lord theminister?" asked the impostors of the Emperor's second ambassador; at the sametime making the same gestures as before, and talking of the design and colorswhich were not there.
"I certainly am not stupid!" thought the messenger. "It must be, that I am notfit for my good, profitable office! That is very odd; however, no one shallknow anything about it." And accordingly he praised the stuff he could notsee, and declared that he was delighted with both colors and patterns."Indeed, please your Imperial Majesty," said he to his sovereign when hereturned, "the cloth which the weavers are preparing is extraordinarilymagnificent."
The whole city was talking of the splendid cloth which the Emperor had orderedto be woven at his own expense.
And now the Emperor himself wished to see the costly manufacture, while it wasstill in the loom. Accompanied by a select number of officers of the court,among whom were the two honest men who had already admired the cloth, he wentto the crafty impostors, who, as soon as they were aware of the Emperor'sapproach, went on working more diligently than ever; although they still didnot pass a single thread through the looms.
"Is not the work absolutely magnificent?" said the two officers of the crown,already mentioned. "If your Majesty will only be pleased to look at it! What asplendid design! What glorious colors!" and at the same time they pointed tothe empty frames; for they imagined that everyone else could see thisexquisite piece of workmanship.
"How is this?" said the Emperor to himself. "I can see nothing! This is indeeda terrible affair! Am I a simpleton, or am I unfit to be an Emperor? Thatwould be the worst thing that could happen--Oh! the cloth is charming," saidhe, aloud. "It has my complete approbation." And he smiled most graciously,and looked closely at the empty looms; for on no account would he say that hecould not see what two of the officers of his court had praised so much. Allhis retinue now strained their eyes, hoping to discover something on thelooms, but they could see no more than the others; nevertheless, they allexclaimed, "Oh, how beautiful!" and advised his majesty to have some newclothes made from this splendid material, for the approaching procession."Magnificent! Charming! Excellent!" resounded on all sides; and everyone wasuncommonly gay. The Emperor shared in the general satisfaction; and presentedthe impostors with the riband of an order of knighthood, to be worn in theirbutton-holes, and the title of "Gentlemen Weavers."
The rogues sat up the whole of the night before the day on which theprocession was to take place, and had sixteen lights burning, so that everyonemight see how anxious they were to finish the Emperor's new suit. Theypretended to roll the cloth off the looms; cut the air with their scissors;and sewed with needles without any thread in them. "See!" cried they, at last."The Emperor's new clothes are ready!"
And now the Emperor, with all the grandees of his court, came to the weavers;and the rogues raised their arms, as if in the act of holding something up,saying, "Here are your Majesty's trousers! Here is the scarf! Here is themantle! The whole suit is as light as a cobweb; one might fancy one hasnothing at all on, when dressed in it; that, however, is the great virtue ofthis delicate cloth."
"Yes indeed!" said all the courtiers, although not one of them could seeanything of this exquisite manufacture.
"If your Imperial Majesty will be graciously pleased to take off your clothes,we will fit on the new suit, in front of the looking glass."
The Emperor was accordingly undressed, and the rogues pretended to array himin his new suit; the Emperor turning round, from side to side, before thelooking glass.
"How splendid his Majesty looks in his new clothes, and how well they fit!"everyone cried out. "What a design! What colors! These are indeed royalrobes!"
"The canopy which is to be borne over your Majesty, in the procession, iswaiting," announced the chief master of the ceremonies.
"I am quite ready," answered the Emperor. "Do my new clothes fit well?" askedhe, turning himself round again before the looking glass, in order that hemight appear to be examining his handsome suit.
The lords of the bedchamber, who were to carry his Majesty's train felt abouton the ground, as if they were lifting up the ends of the mantle; andpretended to be carrying something; for they would by no means betray anythinglike simplicity, or unfitness for their office.
So now the Emperor walked under his high canopy in the midst of theprocession, through the streets of his capital; and all the people standingby, and those at the windows, cried out, "Oh! How beautiful are our Emperor'snew clothes! What a magnificent train there is to the mantle; and howgracefully the scarf hangs!" in short, no one would allow that he could notsee these much-admired clothes; because, in doing so, he would have declaredhimself either a simpleton or unfit for his office. Certainly, none of theEmperor's various suits, had ever made so great an impression, as theseinvisible ones.
"But the Emperor has nothing at all on!" said a little child.
"Listen to the voice of innocence!" exclaimed his father; and what the childhad said was whispered from one to another.
"But he has nothing at all on!" at last cried out all the people. The Emperorwas vexed, for he knew that the people were right; but he thought theprocession must go on now! And the lords of the bedchamber took greater painsthan ever, to appear holding up a train, although, in reality, there was notrain to hold.
卖火柴的小女孩儿
Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening--the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along thestreet a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left homeshe had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were verylarge slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; andthe poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street,because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.
One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by anurchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it would do capitally for a cradlewhen he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maidenwalked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold.She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle ofthem in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; noone had given her a single farthing.
She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, thepoor little thing!
The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curlsaround her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From allthe windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roastgoose, for you know it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought.
In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other,she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawnclose up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did notventure, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing ofmoney: from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was coldtoo, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled,even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.
Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her aworld of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, drawit against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!"how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, asshe held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to thelittle maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, withburnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with suchblessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had alreadystretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, thestove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.
She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the lightfell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that shecould see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; uponit was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famouslywith its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And what was still more capital tobehold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floorwith knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl;when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was leftbehind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the mostmagnificent Christmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated than theone which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house.
Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-coloredpictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her.The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match wentout. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them nowas stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire.
"Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, theonly person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, thatwhen a star falls, a soul ascends to God.
She drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the lustrethere stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with suchan expression of love.
"Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you! You go away whenthe match burns out; you vanish like the warm stove, like the delicious roastgoose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!" And she rubbed the wholebundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure ofkeeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant lightthat it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother beenso beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and bothflew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above wasneither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.
But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosycheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death onthe last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with hermatches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself,"people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things shehad seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmothershe had entered on the joys of a new year.
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