格林童话故事：玻璃棺材

格林童话产生于十九世纪初，是由德国著名语言学家，雅可布·格林和威廉·格林兄弟收集、整理、加工完成的德国民间文学。它是世界童话的经典之作，自问世以来，在世界各地影响十分广泛。格林兄弟以其丰富的想象、优美的语言给孩子们讲述了一个个神奇而又浪漫的童话故事。下面小编为大家带来经典格林童话故事：玻璃棺材，欢迎大家阅读!

Let no one ever say that a poor tailor cannot do great things

and win high honors; all that is needed is that he should go to

the right smithy, and what is of most consequence, that he

should have good luck. A civil, adroit tailor's apprentice

once went out travelling, and came into a great forest, and,

as he did not know the way, he lost himself. Night fell, and

nothing was left for him to do, but to seek a bed in this painful

solitude. He might certainly have found a good bed on the soft

moss, but the fear of wild beasts let him have no rest there, and

at last he was forced to make up his mind to spend the night in

a tree. He sought out a high oak, climbed up to the top of it,

and thanked God that he had his goose with him, for otherwise

the wind which blew over the top of the tree would have carried

him away.

After he had spent some hours in the darkness, not without fear

and trembling, he saw at a very short distance the glimmer of a

light, and as he thought that a human habitation might be there,

where he would be better off than on the branches of a tree, he

got carefully down and went towards the light. It guided him

to a small hut that was woven together of reeds and rushes. He

knocked boldly, the door opened, and by the light which came forth

he saw a little hoary old man who wore a coat made of bits of colored

stuff sewn together. "Who are you, and what do you want?" asked

the man in a grumbling voice. "I am a poor tailor," he answered,

"whom night has surprised here in the wilderness, and I earnestly

beg you to take me into your hut until morning." "Go your way,"

replied the old man in a surly voice, "I will have nothing to do with

runagates; seek for yourself a shelter elsewhere." After these words

he was about to slip into his hut again, but the tailor held him so tightly

by the corner of his coat, and pleaded so piteously, that the old man,

who was not so ill-natured as he wished to appear, was at last softened,

and took him into the hut with him where he gave him something to eat,

and then pointed out to him a very good bed in a corner.

The weary tailor needed no rocking; but slept sweetly till morning,

but even then would not have thought of getting up, if he had not

been aroused by a great noise. A violent sound of screaming and

roaring forced its way through the thin walls of the hut. The tailor,

full of unwonted courage, jumped up, put his clothes on in haste,

and hurried out. Then close by the hut, he saw a great black bull

and a beautiful stag, which were just preparing for a violent struggle.

They rushed at each other with such extreme rage that the ground

shook with their trampling, and the air resounded with their cries.

For a long time it was uncertain which of the two would gain the

victory; at length the stag thrust his horns into his adversary's body,

whereupon the bull fell to the earth with a terrific roar, and was

thoroughly despatched by a few strokes from the stag.

The tailor, who had watched the fight with astonishment, was still

standing there motionless, when the stag in full career bounded up

to him, and before he could escape, caught him up on his great horns.

He had not much time to collect his thoughts, for it went in a swift

race over stock and stone, mountain and valley, wood and meadow.

He held with both hands to the tops of the horns, and resigned himself

to his fate. It seemed, however, to him just as if he were flying away.

At length the stag stopped in front of a wall of rock, and gently let the

tailor down. The tailor, more dead than alive, required a longer time

than that to come to himself. When he had in some degree recovered,

the stag, which had remained standing by him, pushed its horns with such

force against a door which was in the rock, that it sprang open. Flames

of fire shot forth, after which followed a great smoke, which hid the stag

from his sight. The tailor did not know what to do, or whither to turn, in

order to get out of this desert and back to human beings again. Whilst he

was standing thus undecided, a voice sounded out of the rock, which cried

to him, "Enter without fear, no evil shall befall you thee." He hesitated,

but driven by a mysterious force, he obeyed the voice and went through

the iron-door into a large spacious hall, whose ceiling, walls and floor were

made of shining polished square stones, on each of which were cut letters

which were unknown to him. He looked at everything full of admiration,

and was on the point of going out again, when he once more heard the voice

which said to him, "Step on the stone which lies in the middle of the hall, and

great good fortune awaits thee."

His courage had already grown so great that he obeyed the order.

The stone began to give way under his feet, and sank slowly down

into the depths. When it was once more firm, and the tailor looked

round, he found himself in a hall which in size resembled the former.

Here, however, there was more to look at and to admire. Hollow

places were cut in the walls, in which stood vases of transparent glass

which were filled with colored spirit or with a bluish vapour. On the floor

of the hall two great glass chests stood opposite to each other, which at

once excited his curiosity. When he went to one of them he saw inside it

a handsome structure like a castle surrounded by farm-buildings, stables

and barns, and a quantity of other good things. Everything was small, but

exceedingly carefully and delicately made, and seemed to be cut out by a

dexterous hand with the greatest exactitude.

He might not have turned away his eyes from the consideration

of this rarity for some time, if the voice had not once more made

itself heard. It ordered him to turn round and look at the glass

chest which was standing opposite. How his admiration increased

when he saw therein a maiden of the greatest beauty! She lay as if

asleep, and was wrapped in her long fair hair as in a precious mantle.

Her eyes were closely shut, but the brightness of her complexion and

a ribbon which her breathing moved to and fro, left no doubt that she

was alive. The tailor was looking at the beauty with beating heart,

when she suddenly opened her eyes, and started up at the sight of

him in joyful terror. "Just Heaven!" cried she, "my deliverance is at

hand! Quick, quick, help me out of my prison; if thou pushest back

the bolt of this glass coffin, then I shall be free." The tailor obeyed

without delay, and she immediately raised up the glass lid, came out

and hastened into the corner of the hall, where she covered herself

with a large cloak. Then she seated herself on a stone, ordered the

young man to come to her, and after she had imprinted a friendly

kiss on his lips, she said, "My long-desired deliverer, kind Heaven

has guided thee to me, and put an end to my sorrows. On the self-

same day when they end, shall thy happiness begin. Thou art the

husband chosen for me by Heaven, and shalt pass thy life in unbroken

joy, loved by me, and rich to overflowing in every earthly possession.