引導語：醜小鴨的安徒生童話故事，大家知道?下面是小編收集的原文還有英譯，歡迎大家閲讀!
鄉下真是非常美麗。這正是夏天!小麥是金黃的，燕麥是綠油油的。乾草在綠色的牧場上堆成垛，鸛鳥用它又長又紅的腿子在散着步，嚕嗦地講着埃及話①。這是它從媽媽那兒學到的一種語言。田野和牧場的周圍有些大森林，森林裏有些很深的池塘。的確，鄉間是非常美麗的，太陽光正照着一幢老式的房子，它周圍流着幾條很深的小溪。從牆角那兒一直到水裏，全蓋滿了牛蒡的大葉子。最大的葉子長得非常高，小孩子簡直可以直着腰站在下面。像在最濃密的森林裏一樣，這兒也是很荒涼的。這兒有一隻母鴨坐在窠裏，她得把她的幾個小鴨都孵出來。不過這時她已經累壞了。很少有客人來看她。別的鴨子都願意在溪流裏游來游去，而不願意跑到牛蒡下面來和她聊天。
最後，那些鴨蛋一個接着一個地崩開了。“噼!噼!”蛋殼響起來。所有的蛋黃現在都變成了小動物。他們把小頭都伸出來。
“嘎!嘎!”母鴨説。他們也就跟着嘎嘎地大聲叫起來。他們在綠葉子下面向四周看。媽媽讓他們儘量地東張西望，因為綠色對他們的眼睛是有好處的。
“這個世界真夠大!”這些年輕的小傢伙説。的確，比起他們在蛋殼裏的時候，他們現在的天地真是大不相同了。
“你們以為這就是整個世界!”媽媽説。“這地方伸展到花園的另一邊，一直伸展到牧師的田裏去，才遠呢!連我自己都沒有去過!我想你們都在這兒吧?”她站起來。“沒有，我還沒有把你們都生出來呢!這隻頂大的蛋還躺着沒有動靜。它還得躺多久呢?我真是有些煩了。”於是她又坐下來。
“唔，情形怎樣?”一隻來拜訪她的老鴨子問。
“這個蛋費的時間真久!”坐着的母鴨説。“它老是不裂開。請你看看別的吧。他們真是一些最逗人愛的小鴨兒!都像他們的爸爸——這個壞東西從來沒有來看過我一次!”
“讓我瞧瞧這個老是不裂開的蛋吧，”這位年老的客人説，“請相信我，這是一隻吐綬雞的蛋。有一次我也同樣受過騙，你知道，那些小傢伙不知道給了我多少麻煩和苦惱，因為他們都不敢下水。我簡直沒有辦法叫他們在水裏試一試。我説好説歹，一點用也沒有!——讓我來瞧瞧這隻蛋吧。哎呀!這是一隻吐綬雞的蛋!讓他躺着吧，你儘管叫別的孩子去游泳好了。”
“我還是在它上面多坐一會兒吧，”鴨媽媽説，“我已經坐了這麼久，就是再坐它一個星期也沒有關係。”
“那麼就請便吧，”老鴨子説。於是她就告辭了。
最後這隻大蛋裂開了。“噼!噼!”新生的這個小傢伙叫着向外面爬。他是又大又醜。鴨媽媽把他瞧了一眼。“這個小鴨子大得怕人，”她説，“別的沒有一個像他;但是他一點也不像小吐綬雞!好吧，我們馬上就來試試看吧。他得到水裏去，我踢也要把他踢下水去。”
第二天的天氣是又晴和，又美麗。太陽照在綠牛蒡上。鴨媽媽帶着她所有的孩子走到溪邊來。撲通!她跳進水裏去了。“呱!呱!”她叫着，於是小鴨子就一個接着一個跳下去。水淹到他們頭上，但是他們馬上又冒出來了，遊得非常漂亮。他們的小腿很靈活地划着。他們全都在水裏，連那個醜陋的灰色小傢伙也跟他們在一起遊。
“唔，他不是一個吐綬雞，”她説，“你看他的腿劃得多靈活，他浮得多麼穩!他是我親生的孩子!如果你把他仔細看一看，他還算長得蠻漂亮呢。嘎!嘎!跟我一塊兒來吧，我把你們帶到廣大的世界上去，把那個養雞場介紹給你們看看。不過，你們得緊貼着我，免得別人踩着你們。你們還得當心貓兒呢!”
這樣，他們就到養雞場裏來了。場裏響起了一陣可怕的喧鬧聲，因為有兩個家族正在爭奪一個鱔魚頭，而結果貓兒卻把它搶走了。
“你們瞧，世界就是這個樣子!”鴨媽媽説。她的嘴流了一點涎水，因為她也想吃那個鱔魚頭。“現在使用你們的腿吧!”她説。“你們拿出精神來。你們如果看到那兒的一個老母鴨，你們就得把頭低下來，因為她是這兒最有聲望的人物。她有西班牙的血統——因為她長得非常胖。你們看，她的腿上有一塊紅布條。這是一件非常出色的東西，也是一個鴨子可能得到的最大光榮：它的意義很大，説明人們不願意失去她，動物和人統統都得認識她。打起精神來吧——不要把腿子縮進去。一個有很好教養的鴨子總是把腿擺開的，像爸爸和媽媽一樣。好吧，低下頭來，説：‘嘎’呀!”
他們這樣做了。別的鴨子站在旁邊看着，同時用相當大的聲音説：
“瞧!現在又來了一批找東西吃的客人，好像我們的人數還不夠多似的!呸!瞧那隻小鴨的一副醜相!我們真看不慣!”
於是馬上有一隻鴨子飛過去，在他的脖頸上啄了一下。
“請你們不要管他吧，”媽媽説，“他並不傷害誰呀!”
“對，不過他長得太大、太特別了，”啄過他的那隻鴨子説，“因此他必須捱打!”
“那個母鴨的孩子都很漂亮，”腿上有一條紅布的那個母鴨説，“他們都很漂亮，只有一隻是例外。這真是可惜。我希望能把他再孵一次。”
“那可不能，太太，”鴨媽媽回答説，“他不好看，但是他的脾氣非常好。他遊起水來也不比別人差——我還可以説，遊得比別人好呢。我想他會慢慢長得漂亮的，或者到適當的時候，他也可能縮小一點。他在蛋裏躺得太久了，因此他的模樣有點不太自然。”她説着，同時在他的脖頸上啄了一下，把他的羽毛理了一理。“此外，他還是一隻公鴨呢，”她説，“所以關係也不太大。我想他的身體很結實，將來總會自己找到出路的。”
“別的小鴨倒很可愛，”老母鴨説，“你在這兒不要客氣。如果你找到鱔魚頭，請把它送給我好了。”
他們現在在這兒，就像在自己家裏一樣。
不過從蛋殼裏爬出的那隻小鴨太醜了，到處捱打，被排擠，被譏笑，不僅在鴨羣中是這樣，連在雞羣中也是這樣。
“他真是又粗又大!”大家都説。有一隻雄吐綬雞生下來腳上就有距，因此他自以為是一個皇帝。他把自己吹得像一條鼓滿了風的帆船，來勢洶洶地向他走來，瞪着一雙大眼睛，臉上漲得通紅。這隻可憐的小鴨不知道站在什麼地方，或者走到什麼地方去好。他覺得非常悲哀，因為自己長得那麼醜陋，而且成了全體雞鴨的一個嘲笑對象。
這是頭一天的情形。後來一天比一天糟。大家都要趕走這隻可憐的小鴨;連他自己的兄弟姊妹也對他生氣起來。他們老是説：“你這個醜妖怪，希望貓兒把你抓去才好!”於是媽媽也説起來：“我希望你走遠些!”鴨兒們啄他。小雞打他，餵雞鴨的那個女傭人用腳來踢他。
於是他飛過籬笆逃走了;灌木林裏的小鳥一見到他，就驚慌地向空中飛去。“這是因為我太醜了!”小鴨想。於是他閉起眼睛，繼續往前跑。他一口氣跑到一塊住着野鴨的沼澤地裏。他在這兒躺了一整夜，因為他太累了，太喪氣了。
天亮的時候，野鴨都飛起來了。他們瞧了瞧這位新來的朋友。
“你是誰呀?”他們問。小鴨一下轉向這邊，一下轉向那邊，儘量對大家恭恭敬敬地行禮。
“你真是醜得厲害，”野鴨們説，“不過只要你不跟我們族裏任何鴨子結婚，對我們倒也沒有什麼大的關係。”可憐的小東西!他根本沒有想到什麼結婚;他只希望人家准許他躺在蘆葦裏，喝點沼澤的水就夠了。
他在那兒躺了兩個整天。後來有兩隻雁——嚴格地講，應該説是兩隻公雁，因為他們是兩個男的——飛來了。他們從孃的蛋殼裏爬出來還沒有多久，因此非常頑皮。
“聽着，朋友，”他們説，“你醜得可愛，連我②都禁不住要喜歡你了。你做一個候鳥，跟我們一塊兒飛走好嗎?另外有一塊沼澤地離這兒很近，那裏有好幾只活潑可愛的雁兒。她們都是小姐，都會説：‘嘎!’你是那麼醜，可以在她們那兒碰碰你的運氣!”
“噼!啪!”天空中發出一陣響聲。這兩隻公雁落到蘆葦裏，死了，把水染得鮮紅。“噼!啪!”又是一陣響聲。整羣的雁兒都從蘆葦裏飛起來，於是又是一陣槍聲響起來了。原來有人在大規模地打獵。獵人都埋伏在這沼澤地的周圍，有幾個人甚至坐在伸到蘆葦上空的樹枝上。藍色的煙霧像雲塊似地籠罩着這些黑樹，慢慢地在水面上向遠方漂去。這時，獵狗都撲通撲通地在泥濘裏跑過來，燈芯草和蘆葦向兩邊倒去。這對於可憐的小鴨説來真是可怕的事情!他把頭掉過來，藏在翅膀裏。不過，正在這時候，一隻駭人的大獵狗緊緊地站在小鴨的身邊。它的舌頭從嘴裏伸出很長，眼睛發出醜惡和可怕的光。它把鼻子頂到這小鴨的身上，露出了尖牙齒，可是——撲通!撲通!——它跑開了，沒有把他抓走。
“啊，謝謝老天爺!”小鴨歎了一口氣，“我醜得連獵狗也不要咬我了!”
他安靜地躺下來。槍聲還在蘆葦裏響着，槍彈一發接着一發地射出來。
天快要暗的時候，四周才靜下來。可是這隻可憐的小鴨還不敢站起來。他等了好幾個鐘頭，才敢向四周望一眼，於是他急忙跑出這塊沼澤地，拼命地跑，向田野上跑，向牧場上跑。這時吹起一陣狂風，他跑起來非常困難。
到天黑的時候，他來到一個簡陋的農家小屋。它是那麼殘破，甚至不知道應該向哪一邊倒才好——因此它也就沒有倒。狂風在小鴨身邊號叫得非常厲害，他只好面對着它坐下來。它越吹越兇。於是他看到那門上的鉸鏈有一個已經鬆了，門也歪了，他可以從空隙鑽進屋子裏去，他便鑽進去了。
屋子裏有一個老太婆和她的`貓兒，還有一隻母雞住在一起。她把這隻貓兒叫“小兒子”。他能把背拱得很高，發出咪咪的叫聲來;他的身上還能迸出火花，不過要他這樣做，你就得倒摸他的毛。母雞的腿又短又小，因此她叫“短腿雞兒”。她生下的蛋很好，所以老太婆把她愛得像自己的親生孩子一樣。
第二天早晨，人們馬上注意到了這隻來歷不明的小鴨。那隻貓兒開始咪咪地叫，那隻母雞也咯咯地喊起來。
“這是怎麼一回事兒?”老太婆説，同時朝四周看。不過她的眼睛有點花，所以她以為小鴨是一隻肥鴨，走錯了路，才跑到這兒來了。“這真是少有的運氣!”她説，“現在我可以有鴨蛋了。我只希望他不是一隻公鴨才好!我們得弄個清楚!”
這樣，小鴨就在這裏受了三個星期的考驗，可是他什麼蛋也沒有生下來。那隻貓兒是這家的紳士，那隻母雞是這家的太太，所以他們一開口就説：“我們和這世界!”因為他們以為他們就是半個世界，而且還是最好的那一半呢。小鴨覺得自己可以有不同的看法，但是他的這種態度，母雞卻忍受不了。
“你能夠生蛋嗎?”她問。
“不能!”
“那麼就請你不要發表意見。”
於是雄貓説：“你能拱起背，發出咪咪的叫聲和迸出火花嗎?”
“不能!”
“那麼，當有理智的人在講話的時候，你就沒有發表意見的必要!”
小鴨坐在一個牆角里，心情非常不好。這時他想起了新鮮空氣和太陽光。他覺得有一種奇怪的渴望：他想到水裏去游泳。最後他實在忍不住了，就不得不把心事對母雞説出來。
“你在起什麼念頭?”母雞問，“你沒有事情可幹，所以你才有這些怪想頭。你只要生幾個蛋，或者咪咪地叫幾聲，那麼你這些怪想頭也就會沒有了。”
“不過，在水裏游泳是多麼痛快呀!”小鴨説，“讓水淹在你的頭上，往水底一鑽，那是多麼痛快呀!”
“是的，那一定很痛快!”母雞説，“你簡直在發瘋。你去問問貓兒吧——在我所認識的一切朋友當中，他是最聰明的——你去問問他喜歡不喜歡在水裏游泳，或者鑽進水裏去。我先不講我自己。你去問問你的主人——那個老太婆——吧，世界上再也沒有比她更聰明的人了!你以為她想去游泳，讓水淹在她的頭頂上嗎?”
“你們不瞭解我，”小鴨説。
“我們不瞭解你?那麼請問誰瞭解你呢?你決不會比貓兒和女主人更聰明吧——我先不提我自己。孩子，你不要自以為了不起吧!你現在得到這些照顧，你應該感謝上帝。你現在到一個温暖的屋子裏來，有了一些朋友，而且還可以向他們學習很多的東西，不是嗎?不過你是一個廢物，跟你在一起真不痛快。你可以相信我，我對你説這些不好聽的話，完全是為了幫助你呀。只有這樣，你才知道誰是你的真正朋友!請你注意學習生蛋，或者咪咪地叫，或者迸出火花吧!”
“我想我還是走到廣大的世界上去好，”小鴨説。
“好吧，你去吧!”母雞説。
於是小鴨就走了。他一會兒在水上游，一會兒鑽進水裏去;不過，因為他的樣子醜，所有的動物都瞧不起他。秋天到來了。樹林裏的葉子變成了黃色和棕色。風捲起它們，把它們帶到空中飛舞，而空中是很冷的。雲塊沉重地載着冰雹和雪花，低低地懸着。烏鴉站在籬笆上，凍得只管叫：“呱!呱!”是的，你只要想想這情景，就會覺得冷了。這隻可憐的小鴨的確沒有一個舒服的時候。
一天晚上，當太陽正在美麗地落下去的時候，有一羣漂亮的大鳥從灌木林裏飛出來，小鴨從來沒有看到過這樣美麗的東西。他們白得發亮，頸項又長又柔軟。這就是天鵝。他們發出一種奇異的叫聲，展開美麗的長翅膀，從寒冷的地帶飛向温暖的國度，飛向不結冰的湖上去。
他們飛得很高——那麼高，醜小鴨不禁感到一種説不出的興奮。他在水上像一個車輪似地不停地旋轉着，同時，把自己的頸項高高地向他們伸着，發出一種響亮的怪叫聲，連他自己也害怕起來。啊!他再也忘記不了這些美麗的鳥兒，這些幸福的鳥兒。當他看不見他們的時候，就沉入水底;但是當他再冒到水面上來的時候，卻感到非常空虛。他不知道這些鳥兒的名字，也不知道他們要向什麼地方飛去。不過他愛他們，好像他從來還沒有愛過什麼東西似的。他並不嫉妒他們。他怎能夢想有他們那樣美麗呢?只要別的鴨兒准許他跟他們生活在一起，他就已經很滿意了——可憐的醜東西。
冬天變得很冷，非常的冷!小鴨不得不在水上游來游去，免得水面完全凍結成冰。不過他遊動的這個小範圍，一晚比一晚縮小。水凍得厲害，人們可以聽到冰塊的碎裂聲。小鴨只好用他的一雙腿不停地遊動，免得水完全被冰封閉。最後，他終於昏倒了，躺着動也不動，跟冰塊結在一起。
大清早，有一個農民在這兒經過。他看到了這隻小鴨，就走過去用木屐把冰塊踏破，然後把他抱回來，送給他的女人。他這時才漸漸地恢復了知覺。
小孩子們都想要跟他玩，不過小鴨以為他們想要傷害他。他一害怕就跳到牛奶盤裏去了，把牛奶濺得滿屋子都是。女人驚叫起來，拍着雙手。這麼一來，小鴨就飛到黃油盆裏去了，然後就飛進麪粉桶裏去了，最後才爬出來。這時他的樣子才好看呢!女人尖聲地叫起來，拿着火鉗要打他。小孩們擠做一團，想抓住這小鴨。他們又是笑，又是叫!——幸好大門是開着的。他鑽進灌木林中新下的雪裏面去。他躺在那裏，幾乎像昏倒了一樣。
要是隻講他在這嚴冬所受到的困苦和災難，那麼這個故事也就太悲慘了。當太陽又開始温暖地照着的時候，他正躺在沼澤地的蘆葦裏。百靈鳥唱起歌來了——這是一個美麗的春天。
忽然間他舉起翅膀：翅膀拍起來比以前有力得多，馬上就把他托起來飛走了。他不知不覺地已經飛進了一座大花園。這兒蘋果樹正開着花;紫丁香在散發着香氣，它又長又綠的枝條垂到彎彎曲曲的溪流上。啊，這兒美麗極了，充滿了春天的氣息!三隻美麗的白天鵝從樹蔭裏一直游到他面前來。他們輕飄飄地浮在水上，羽毛髮出颼颼的響聲。小鴨認出這些美麗的動物，於是心裏感到一種説不出的難過。
“我要飛向他們，飛向這些高貴的鳥兒!可是他們會把我弄死的，因為我是這樣醜，居然敢接近他們。不過這沒有什麼關係!被他們殺死，要比被鴨子咬、被雞羣啄，被看管養雞場的那個女傭人踢和在冬天受苦好得多!”於是他飛到水裏，向這些美麗的天鵝游去：這些動物看到他，馬上就豎起羽毛向他游來。“請你們弄死我吧!”這隻可憐的動物説。他把頭低低地垂到水上，只等待着死。但是他在這清澈的水上看到了什麼呢?他看到了自己的倒影。但那不再是一隻粗笨的、深灰色的、又醜又令人討厭的鴨子，而卻是——一隻天鵝!
只要你曾經在一隻天鵝蛋裏待過，就算你是生在養鴨場裏也沒有什麼關係。
對於他過去所受的不幸和苦惱，他現在感到非常高興。他現在清楚地認識到幸福和美正在向他招手。——許多大天鵝在他周圍游泳，用嘴來親他。
花園裏來了幾個小孩子。他們向水上拋來許多面包片和麥粒。最小的那個孩子喊道：
“你們看那隻新天鵝!”別的孩子也興高采烈地叫起來：“是的，又來了一隻新的天鵝!”於是他們拍着手，跳起舞來，向他們的爸爸和媽媽跑去。他們拋了更多的麪包和糕餅到水裏，同時大家都説：“這新來的一隻最美!那麼年輕，那麼好看!”那些老天鵝不禁在他面前低下頭來。
他感到非常難為情。他把頭藏到翅膀裏面去，不知道怎麼辦才好。他感到太幸福了，但他一點也不驕傲，因為一顆好的心是永遠不會驕傲的。他想起他曾經怎樣被人迫害和譏笑過，而他現在卻聽到大家説他是美麗的鳥中最美麗的一隻鳥兒。紫丁香在他面前把枝條垂到水裏去。太陽照得很温暖，很愉快。他扇動翅膀，伸直細長的頸項，從內心裏發出一個快樂的聲音：
“當我還是一隻醜小鴨的時候，我做夢也沒有想到會有這麼多的幸福!”
醜小鴨英文版：
The Ugly Duckling
IT was lovely summer weather in the country, and the golden corn, the green oats, and the haystacks piled up in the meadows looked beautiful. The stork walking about on his long red legs chattered in the Egyptian language, which he had learnt from his mother. The corn-fields and meadows were surrounded by large forests, in the midst of which were deep pools. It was, indeed, delightful to walk about in the country. In a sunny spot stood a pleasant old farm-house close by a deep river, and from the house down to the water side grew great burdock leaves, so high, that under the tallest of them a little child could stand upright. The spot was as wild as the centre of a thick wood. In this snug retreat sat a duck on her nest, watching for her young brood to hatch; she was beginning to get tired of her task, for the little ones were a long time coming out of their shells, and she seldom had any visitors. The other ducks liked much better to swim about in the river than to climb the slippery banks, and sit under a burdock leaf, to have a gossip with her. At length one shell cracked, and then another, and from each egg came a living creature that lifted its head and cried, “Peep, peep.” “Quack, quack,” said the mother, and then they all quacked as well as they could, and looked about them on every side at the large green leaves. Their mother allowed them to look as much as they liked, because green is good for the eyes. “How large the world is,” said the young ducks, when they found how much more room they now had than while they were inside the egg-shell. “Do you imagine this is the whole world?” asked the mother; “Wait till you have seen the garden; it stretches far beyond that to the parson’s field, but I have never ventured to such a distance. Are you all out?” she continued, rising; “No, I declare, the largest egg lies there still. I wonder how long this is to last, I am quite tired of it;” and she seated herself again on the nest.
“Well, how are you getting on?” asked an old duck, who paid her a visit.
“One egg is not hatched yet,” said the duck, “it will not break. But just look at all the others, are they not the prettiest little ducklings you ever saw? They are the image of their father, who is so unkind, he never comes to see.”
“Let me see the egg that will not break,” said the duck; “I have no doubt it is a turkey’s egg. I was persuaded to hatch some once, and after all my care and trouble with the young ones, they were afraid of the water. I quacked and clucked, but all to no purpose. I could not get them to venture in. Let me look at the egg. Yes, that is a turkey’s egg; take my advice, leave it where it is and teach the other children to swim.”
“I think I will sit on it a little while longer,” said the duck; “as I have sat so long already, a few days will be nothing.”
“Please yourself,” said the old duck, and she went away.
At last the large egg broke, and a young one crept forth crying, “Peep, peep.” It was very large and ugly. The duck stared at it and exclaimed, “It is very large and not at all like the others. I wonder if it really is a turkey. We shall soon find it out, however when we go to the water. It must go in, if I have to push it myself.”
On the next day the weather was delightful, and the sun shone brightly on the green burdock leaves, so the mother duck took her young brood down to the water, and jumped in with a splash. “Quack, quack,” cried she, and one after another the little ducklings jumped in. The water closed over their heads, but they came up again in an instant, and swam about quite prettily with their legs paddling under them as easily as possible, and the ugly duckling was also in the water swimming with them.
“Oh,” said the mother, “that is not a turkey; how well he uses his legs, and how upright he holds himself! He is my own child, and he is not so very ugly after all if you look at him properly. Quack, quack! come with me now, I will take you into grand society, and introduce you to the farmyard, but you must keep close to me or you may be trodden upon; and, above all, beware of the cat.”
When they reached the farmyard, there was a great disturbance, two families were fighting for an eel’s head, which, after all, was carried off by the cat. “See, children, that is the way of the world,” said the mother duck, whetting her beak, for she would have liked the eel’s head herself. “Come, now, use your legs, and let me see how well you can behave. You must bow your heads prettily to that old duck yonder; she is the highest born of them all, and has Spanish blood, therefore, she is well off. Don’t you see she has a red flag tied to her leg, which is something very grand, and a great honor for a duck; it shows that every one is anxious not to lose her, as she can be recognized both by man and beast. Come, now, don’t turn your toes, a well-bred duckling spreads his feet wide apart, just like his father and mother, in this way; now bend your neck, and say ‘quack.’”
The ducklings did as they were bid, but the other duck stared, and said, “Look, here comes another brood, as if there were not enough of us already! and what a queer looking object one of them is; we don’t want him here,” and then one flew out and bit him in the neck.
“Let him alone,” said the mother; “he is not doing any harm.”
“Yes, but he is so big and ugly,” said the spiteful duck “and therefore he must be turned out.”
“The others are very pretty children,” said the old duck, with the rag on her leg, “all but that one; I wish his mother could improve him a little.”
“That is impossible, your grace,” replied the mother; “he is not pretty; but he has a very good disposition, and swims as well or even better than the others. I think he will grow up pretty, and perhaps be smaller; he has remained too long in the egg, and therefore his figure is not properly formed;” and then she stroked his neck and smoothed the feathers, saying, “It is a drake, and therefore not of so much consequence. I think he will grow up strong, and able to take care of himself.”
“The other ducklings are graceful enough,” said the old duck. “Now make yourself at home, and if you can find an eel’s head, you can bring it to me.”
And so they made themselves comfortable; but the poor duckling, who had crept out of his shell last of all, and looked so ugly, was bitten and pushed and made fun of, not only by the ducks, but by all the poultry. “He is too big,” they all said, and the turkey cock, who had been born into the world with spurs, and fancied himself really an emperor, puffed himself out like a vessel in full sail, and flew at the duckling, and became quite red in the head with passion, so that the poor little thing did not know where to go, and was quite miserable because he was so ugly and laughed at by the whole farmyard. So it went on from day to day till it got worse and worse. The poor duckling was driven about by every one; even his brothers and sisters were unkind to him, and would say, “Ah, you ugly creature, I wish the cat would get you,” and his mother said she wished he had never been born. The ducks pecked him, the chickens beat him, and the girl who fed the poultry kicked him with her feet. So at last he ran away, frightening the little birds in the hedge as he flew over the palings.
“They are afraid of me because I am ugly,” he said. So he closed his eyes, and flew still farther, until he came out on a large moor, inhabited by wild ducks. Here he remained the whole night, feeling very tired and sorrowful.
In the morning, when the wild ducks rose in the air, they stared at their new comrade. “What sort of a duck are you?” they all said, coming round him.
He bowed to them, and was as polite as he could be, but he did not reply to their question. “You are exceedingly ugly,” said the wild ducks, “but that will not matter if you do not want to marry one of our family.”
Poor thing! he had no thoughts of marriage; all he wanted was permission to lie among the rushes, and drink some of the water on the moor. After he had been on the moor two days, there came two wild geese, or rather goslings, for they had not been out of the egg long, and were very saucy. “Listen, friend,” said one of them to the duckling, “you are so ugly, that we like you very well. Will you go with us, and become a bird of passage? Not far from here is another moor, in which there are some pretty wild geese, all unmarried. It is a chance for you to get a wife; you may be lucky, ugly as you are.”
“Pop, pop,” sounded in the air, and the two wild geese fell dead among the rushes, and the water was tinged with blood. “Pop, pop,” echoed far and wide in the distance, and whole flocks of wild geese rose up from the rushes. The sound continued from every direction, for the sportsmen surrounded the moor, and some were even seated on branches of trees, overlooking the rushes. The blue smoke from the guns rose like clouds over the dark trees, and as it floated away across the water, a number of sporting dogs bounded in among the rushes, which bent beneath them wherever they went. How they terrified the poor duckling! He turned away his head to hide it under his wing, and at the same moment a large terrible dog passed quite near him. His jaws were open, his tongue hung from his mouth, and his eyes glared fearfully. He thrust his nose close to the duckling, showing his sharp teeth, and then, “splash, splash,” he went into the water without touching him, “Oh,” sighed the duckling, “how thankful I am for being so ugly; even a dog will not bite me.” And so he lay quite still, while the shot rattled through the rushes, and gun after gun was fired over him. It was late in the day before all became quiet, but even then the poor young thing did not dare to move. He waited quietly for several hours, and then, after looking carefully around him, hastened away from the moor as fast as he could. He ran over field and meadow till a storm arose, and he could hardly struggle against it. Towards evening, he reached a poor little cottage that seemed ready to fall, and only remained standing because it could not decide on which side to fall first. The storm continued so violent, that the duckling could go no farther; he sat down by the cottage, and then he noticed that the door was not quite closed in consequence of one of the hinges having given way. There was therefore a narrow opening near the bottom large enough for him to slip through, which he did very quietly, and got a shelter for the night. A woman, a tom cat, and a hen lived in this cottage. The tom cat, whom the mistress called, “My little son,” was a great favorite; he could raise his back, and purr, and could even throw out sparks from his fur if it were stroked the wrong way. The hen had very short legs, so she was called “Chickie short legs.” She laid good eggs, and her mistress loved her as if she had been her own child. In the morning, the strange visitor was discovered, and the tom cat began to purr, and the hen to cluck.
“What is that noise about?” said the old woman, looking round the room, but her sight was not very good; therefore, when she saw the duckling she thought it must be a fat duck, that had strayed from home. “Oh what a prize!” she exclaimed, “I hope it is not a drake, for then I shall have some duck’s eggs. I must wait and see.” So the duckling was allowed to remain on trial for three weeks, but there were no eggs. Now the tom cat was the master of the house, and the hen was mistress, and they always said, “We and the world,” for they believed themselves to be half the world, and the better half too. The duckling thought that others might hold a different opinion on the subject, but the hen would not listen to such doubts. “Can you lay eggs?” she asked. “No.” “Then have the goodness to hold your tongue.” “Can you raise your back, or purr, or throw out sparks?” said the tom cat. “No.” “Then you have no right to express an opinion when sensible people are speaking.” So the duckling sat in a corner, feeling very low spirited, till the sunshine and the fresh air came into the room through the open door, and then he began to feel such a great longing for a swim on the water, that he could not help telling the hen.
“What an absurd idea,” said the hen. “You have nothing else to do, therefore you have foolish fancies. If you could purr or lay eggs, they would pass away.”
“But it is so delightful to swim about on the water,” said the duckling, “and so refreshing to feel it close over your head, while you dive down to the bottom.”
“Delightful, indeed!” said the hen, “why you must be crazy! Ask the cat, he is the cleverest animal I know, ask him how he would like to swim about on the water, or to dive under it, for I will not speak of my own opinion; ask our mistress, the old woman—there is no one in the world more clever than she is. Do you think she would like to swim, or to let the water close over her head?”
“You don’t understand me,” said the duckling.
“We don’t understand you? Who can understand you, I wonder? Do you consider yourself more clever than the cat, or the old woman? I will say nothing of myself. Don’t imagine such nonsense, child, and thank your good fortune that you have been received here. Are you not in a warm room, and in society from which you may learn something. But you are a chatterer, and your company is not very agreeable. Believe me, I speak only for your own good. I may tell you unpleasant truths, but that is a proof of my friendship. I advise you, therefore, to lay eggs, and learn to purr as quickly as possible.”
“I believe I must go out into the world again,” said the duckling.
“Yes, do,” said the hen. So the duckling left the cottage, and soon found water on which it could swim and dive, but was avoided by all other animals, because of its ugly appearance. Autumn came, and the leaves in the forest turned to orange and gold. then, as winter approached, the wind caught them as they fell and whirled them in the cold air. The clouds, heavy with hail and snow-flakes, hung low in the sky, and the raven stood on the ferns crying, “Croak, croak.” It made one shiver with cold to look at him. All this was very sad for the poor little duckling. One evening, just as the sun set amid radiant clouds, there came a large flock of beautiful birds out of the bushes. The duckling had never seen any like them before. They were swans, and they curved their graceful necks, while their soft plumage shown with dazzling whiteness. They uttered a singular cry, as they spread their glorious wings and flew away from those cold regions to warmer countries across the sea. As they mounted higher and higher in the air, the ugly little duckling felt quite a strange sensation as he watched them. He whirled himself in the water like a wheel, stretched out his neck towards them, and uttered a cry so strange that it frightened himself. Could he ever forget those beautiful, happy birds; and when at last they were out of his sight, he dived under the water, and rose again almost beside himself with excitement. He knew not the names of these birds, nor where they had flown, but he felt towards them as he had never felt for any other bird in the world. He was not envious of these beautiful creatures, but wished to be as lovely as they. Poor ugly creature, how gladly he would have lived even with the ducks had they only given him encouragement. The winter grew colder and colder; he was obliged to swim about on the water to keep it from freezing, but every night the space on which he swam became smaller and smaller. At length it froze so hard that the ice in the water crackled as he moved, and the duckling had to paddle with his legs as well as he could, to keep the space from closing up. He became exhausted at last, and lay still and helpless, frozen fast in the ice.
Early in the morning, a peasant, who was passing by, saw what had happened. He broke the ice in pieces with his wooden shoe, and carried the duckling home to his wife. The warmth revived the poor little creature; but when the children wanted to play with him, the duckling thought they would do him some harm; so he started up in terror, fluttered into the milk-pan, and splashed the milk about the room. Then the woman clapped her hands, which frightened him still more. He flew first into the butter-cask, then into the meal-tub, and out again. What a condition he was in! The woman screamed, and struck at him with the tongs; the children laughed and screamed, and tumbled over each other, in their efforts to catch him; but luckily he escaped. The door stood open; the poor creature could just manage to slip out among the bushes, and lie down quite exhausted in the newly fallen snow.
It would be very sad, were I to relate all the misery and privations which the poor little duckling endured during the hard winter; but when it had passed, he found himself lying one morning in a moor, amongst the rushes. He felt the warm sun shining, and heard the lark singing, and saw that all around was beautiful spring. Then the young bird felt that his wings were strong, as he flapped them against his sides, and rose high into the air. They bore him onwards, until he found himself in a large garden, before he well knew how it had happened. The apple-trees were in full blossom, and the fragrant elders bent their long green branches down to the stream which wound round a smooth lawn. Everything looked beautiful, in the freshness of early spring. From a thicket close by came three beautiful white swans, rustling their feathers, and swimming lightly over the smooth water. The duckling remembered the lovely birds, and felt more strangely unhappy than ever.
“I will fly to those royal birds,” he exclaimed, “and they will kill me, because I am so ugly, and dare to approach them; but it does not matter: better be killed by them than pecked by the ducks, beaten by the hens, pushed about by the maiden who feeds the poultry, or starved with hunger in the winter.”
Then he flew to the water, and swam towards the beautiful swans. The moment they espied the stranger, they rushed to meet him with outstretched wings.
“Kill me,” said the poor bird; and he bent his head down to the surface of the water, and awaited death.
But what did he see in the clear stream below? His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. To be born in a duck’s nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan’s egg. He now felt glad at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy so much better all the pleasure and happiness around him; for the great swans swam round the new-comer, and stroked his neck with their beaks, as a welcome.
Into the garden presently came some little children, and threw bread and cake into the water.
“See,” cried the youngest, “there is a new one;” and the rest were delighted, and ran to their father and mother, dancing and clapping their hands, and shouting joyously, “There is another swan come; a new one has arrived.”
Then they threw more bread and cake into the water, and said, “The new one is the most beautiful of all; he is so young and pretty.” And the old swans bowed their heads before him.
Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his wing; for he did not know what to do, he was so happy, and yet not at all proud. He had been persecuted and despised for his ugliness, and now he heard them say he was the most beautiful of all the birds. Even the elder-tree bent down its bows into the water before him, and the sun shone warm and bright. Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart, “I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling.”
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