《英语童话故事及翻译精选6篇》

无论是在学校还是在社会中，大家都有令自己印象深刻的童话吧，童话故事你知道有哪些广为流传的童话故事吗？本文是细致的小编征途给大家整编的英语童话故事及翻译精选6篇，希望对大家有一些参考价值。

英文童话故事简短 篇1

A cock was once strutting up and down the farmyard among the hens when suddenly he espied something shinning amid the straw.

"Ho! ho!" quoth he, "that's for me," and soon rooted it out from beneath the straw. What did it turn out to be but a Pearl that by some chance had been lost in the yard?

"You may be a treasure," quoth Master Cock, "to men that prize you, but for me I would rather have a single barley-corn than a peck of pearls."

Precious things are for those that can prize them.

英文童话故事 篇2

Once upon a time, there was a small mountain village with beautiful scenery. There lived a happy monkey in the village. In front of the village, there is a clear river, and the water of the river flows slowly all the year round. There is a tall peach tree on the other side of the river. At harvest time, the big, round peaches were full of branches, as if they were smiling and nodding to people.

When the monkey came out of the house, he saw the peach and his mouth watered. So he decided to cross the river and pick the peaches.

After eating one after another, he had to move back home. At home, he thought, I will go to the river to eat a peach every day. Otherwise, I will take all the peaches home at once and put them on slowly. If that were the case, the other animals would not eat. 2 come: also can save a bit of strength, why the lifelong life so tired?

The monkey had been busy for days and nights and was exhausted. Finally, all the peaches were taken home.

At first, he was grinning from ear to ear. Thought: still my method is clever. The days passed. Little by little, little by little, a bad smell came and the monkey looked around. "Why are all the peaches rotting away, and coming out of the black and dirty water? It seems that I can only go hungry this winter. My hard-earned winter food is gone.

So the monkeys starved and froze for a winter. One day, he walked out of the house and was surprised to find that the peach tree was blossoming and he was excited and excited. Hoping for the peach tree fruit every day.

Finally, the peach tree bears a delicious peach. The monkey thought: this time I can't make the same mistake again, I want to dig out the peach tree and take it home.

That's what it thinks, and that's what it does. The monkey was smug: I can't believe I'm a stupid monkey. The more life experience, the richer!

The sun and the moon shine like an arrow. The monkey counted the peaches from the tree and carried out the five plans each day. He ate and ate, and the peaches fell from under the tree and rolled around on the ground. The monkey thought it was football and was just playing. "Wow," he cried. "how did that happen? How come I can't get what I want every time?" He hugged his head and began to cry and said, "one day I will find out what is in the middle of this."

That's all. The winter is coming. This self - righteous monkey, miserable to live. Think: can its foolish ideas lead to a happy life? To achieve happiness, we must do the work in accordance with objective laws. You can't be like a monkey, and you're wasting your energy and time. You end up with nothing.

英语童话故事及翻译：THE FARM-YARD COCK AND THE WEATHER-COCK 篇3

THERE were two cocks- one on the dung-hill, the other on the roof. They were both arrogant,but which of the two rendered most service? Tell us your opinion- we'll keep to ours just thesame though.

The poultry yard was divided by some planks from another yard in which therewas a dung-hill, and on the dung-hill lay and grew a large cucumber which was conscious ofbeing a hot-bed plant. “One is born to that,” said the cucumber to itself. “Not all can be borncucumbers; there must be other things, too. The hens, the ducks, and all the animals in thenext yard are creatures too. Now I have a great opinion of the yard cock on the plank; he iscertainly of much more importance than the weather-cock who is placed so high and can't evencreak, much less crow. The latter has neither hens nor chicks, and only thinks of himself andperspires verdigris. No, the yard cock is really a cock! His step is a dance! His crowing is music,and wherever he goes one knows what a trumpeter is like! If he would only come in here! Evenif he ate me up stump, stalk, and all, and I had to dissolve in his body, it would be a happydeath,” said the cucumber

. In the night there was a terrible storm. The hens, chicks, and eventhe cock sought shelter; the wind tore down the planks between the two yards with a crash;the tiles came tumbling down, but the weather-cock sat firm. He did not even turn round, forhe could not; and yet he was young and freshly cast, but prudent and sedate. He had beenborn old, and did not at all resemble the birds flying in the air- the sparrows, and theswallows; no, he despised them, these mean little piping birds, these common whistlers. Headmitted that the pigeons, large and white and shining like mother-o'-pearl, looked like a kindof weather-cock; but they were fat and stupid, and all their thoughts and endeavours weredirected to filling themselves with food, and besides, they were tiresome things to conversewith. The birds of passage had also paid the weather-cock a visit and told him of foreigncountries, of airy caravans and robber stories that

made one's hair stand on end. All this wasnew and interesting; that is, for the first time, but afterwards, as the weather-cock found out,they repeated themselves and always told the same stories, and that's very tedious, and therewas no one with whom one could associate, for one and all were stale and small-minded. “Theworld is no good!” he said. “Everything in it is so stupid.” The weather-cock was puffed up, andthat quality would have made him interesting in the eyes of the cucumber if it had known it,but it had eyes only for the yard cock, who was now in the yard with it.

The wind had blown theplanks, but the storm was over. “What do you think of that crowing?” said the yard cock to thehens and chickens. “It was a little rough- it wanted elegance.” And the hens and chickenscame up on the dung-hill, and the cock strutted about like a lord. “Garden plant!” he said to thecucumber, and in that one word his deep learning showed itself, and it forgot that he waspecking at her and eating it up. “A happy death!” The hens and the chickens came, for whereone runs the others run too; they clucked, and chirped, and looked at the cock, and were proudthat he was of their kind. “Cock-a-doodle-doo!” he crowed, “the chickens will grow up intogreat hens at once, if I cry it out in the poultry-yard of the world!” And hens and chicks cluckedand chirped, and the cock announced a great piece of news. “

A cock can lay an egg! And doyou know what's in that egg? A basilisk. No one can stand the sight of such a thing; peopleknow that, and now you know it too- you know what is in me, and what a champion of all cocksI am!” With that the yard cock flapped his wings, made his comb swell up, and crowed again;and they all shuddered, the hens and the little chicks- but they were very proud that one oftheir number was such a champion of all cocks. They clucked and chirped till the weather-cockheard; he heard it; but he did not stir. “Everything is very stupid,” the weather-cock said tohimself. “The yard cock lays no eggs, and I am too lazy to do so; if I liked, I could lay a wind-egg. But the world is not worth even a wind-egg. Everything is so stupid! I don't want to sithere any longer.” With that the weather-cock broke off; but he did not kill the yard cock,although the hens said that had been his intention. And what is the moral? “Better to crowthan to be puffed up and break off!

家养公鸡和风信公鸡

有两只公鸡，一只在垃圾堆上，一只在屋顶上，两只都很自高自大。可是谁更有能耐呢？请告诉我们你的意见……然而，我们保留着我们的意见。

鸡场那边有一道木栅栏，与另一个院子隔开。那个院子里有一个垃圾堆，垃圾堆上长了一条很大的黄瓜。她自己很明白，她是发酵土里长出来的东西。“这是生就的！”她内心这样说着。“并不是甚么东西都可以生成黄瓜的，世上也应该有别的有生命的物种！鸡、鸭，还有邻舍院子里那一群，也都是生灵。我这会儿看见木栏上有公鸡，和高高在上连咯咯叫都不会更不用说喔喔啼的风信公鸡比，他的确另有一番意义！那风信公鸡既没有母鸡，也没有小鸡。他只想着自己，满身铜绿！不行，家养的公鸡，那才算得上是公鸡！瞧他迈步的那个样子，那是跳舞！听他打鸣，那是音乐！他所到之处，人们就明白甚么是小号手！若是他跑到这里来，若是他把我连叶带桿一起吃掉，若是我进了他的身子里，那真是幸福的死！”黄瓜这么说道。

夜里天气坏得可怕极了，母鸡、小鸡，连带公鸡都找不到躲避的地方。两个院子中间的那道木栏被吹倒了，发出很大的声音。屋顶上的瓦也落下来，但是风信公鸡却稳稳地站在那里，连转都不转一下。他不中用，然而他年轻，是不久前才铸出来的。而且头脑清醒，遇事不慌。他天生老成，不像那些在天上飞来飞去的诸如麻雀、燕子之类的小鸟，他瞧不起他们。“唧唧喳喳的鸟儿，小不点儿，普普通通。”鸽子倒挺大，闪闪发光，很像珍珠母鸡，看去也颇像某种风信公鸡。但是他们太胖了，笨头笨脑，一门心思只想着啄点东西进肚皮里去，风信公鸡这么说道，交往之中他们还总是令人厌烦。秋去春来的候鸟来拜访过，谈到过异国他乡，谈起过天空中鸟儿成群结队地飞行，谈起过猛禽拦路行凶的可怕故事。头一回听，这都很新鲜有趣。可是到后来，风信公鸡明白了，他们老在重複，总是讲同样的事儿，很是令人烦心！他们一切都叫人烦心。没有可交往的，谁都是死板板的，毫无趣味。“这世界真不行！”他说道，“甚么都无聊透顶！”风信公鸡像人们所说的那样，对甚么都腻味了。黄瓜要是知道的话，她一定会觉得很有趣。但是她的眼中只有那家养的公鸡，现在他已经到了她的院子里来了。

木栏被吹倒了，可是雷电已经平息。“你们觉得那一阵子喔喔啼如何？”家养公鸡对鸡婆和鸡仔说道。“有点粗声粗气，一点儿不雅致。”

鸡婆带着一群鸡仔闯到垃圾堆上，公鸡像骑士一般迈着大步来了。“菜园子里长出来的！”他对黄瓜说。从这么简简单单的一句话里，她体察到了他的高度涵养，却忘了他正在啄她，正在吃她。“幸福地死啊！”

来了一群母鸡，来了一群小鸡。只要有一只跑动，另一只便会跟着跑起来。他们咯咯地叫，他们唧唧地叫，他们瞅着公鸡，为他感到骄傲，他是他们一族。“咯咯、勒咯！”他啼了起来，“我在世界的鸡场里这么一叫，小鸡马上便长成了大母鸡。”

鸡婆和鸡仔咯咯唧唧地跟着叫了起来。

公鸡接着宣讲了一个大大的新消息。“一只公鸡能生蛋！你们知道吗，蛋里是甚么玩意儿？里面是一只爬虫怪1!谁见了它都受不了！人类都知道这事，现在连你们都知道了。知道我身体里怀着甚么！知道了我是所有鸡场里一个甚么样的棒小伙子！”

接着家养公鸡拍拍翅膀，挺起自己的冠子，又啼了起来。所有的鸡婆，所有的鸡仔都哆嗦了一下。但是，他们都为自己同类中有一个所有鸡场中最棒的小伙子而骄傲。他们咯咯地叫着，他们唧唧地叫着，好让风信公鸡听见。他听到了，不过并没有因此而动上一动。“一派胡言乱语！”风信公鸡内心这样说道。“家养的公鸡从来也没有下过蛋。我没有那个兴致，要是我愿意的话，我满可以生一个风蛋！可是这个世界不值得有甚么风蛋！全是胡说八道！——现在我连这么立着都不高兴了。”

於是风信鸡折了。不过他没有把家养的公鸡砸死。“当然他是这么打算的！”母鸡说道。这篇故事所含的教益又是怎么说呢。“与其活得腻味折掉，倒还是啼啼叫叫的好。”

丹麦有这样的迷信，说有个怪物，鸡头蛇身。它一眨眼便能吓死人。

英语童话故事加翻译 篇4

There was once a poor Prince, who had a kingdom. His kingdom was very small, but still quitelarge enough to marry upon; and he wished to marry.

It was certainly rather cool of him to say to the Emperor's daughter, “Will you have me?” But sohe did; for his name was renowned far and wide; and there were a hundred princesses whowould have answered, “Yes!” and “Thank you kindly.” We shall see what this princess said.

Listen! It happened that where the Prince's father lay buried, there grew a rose tree--a mostbeautiful rose tree, which blossomed only once in every five years, and even then bore only oneflower, but that was a rose! It smelt so sweet that all cares and sorrows were forgotten by himwho inhaled its fragrance.

And furthermore, the Prince had a nightingale, who could sing in such a manner that it seemedas though all sweet melodies dwelt in her little throat. So the Princess was to have the rose, andthe nightingale; and they were accordingly put into large silver caskets, and sent to her.

The Emperor had them brought into a large hall, where the Princess was playing at “Visiting,”with the ladies of the court; and when she saw the caskets with the presents, she clapped herhands for joy.

“Ah, if it were but a little pussy-cat!” said she; but the rose tree, with its beautiful rose came toview.

“Oh, how prettily it is made!” said all the court ladies.

“It is more than pretty,” said the Emperor, “it is charming!”

But the Princess touched it, and was almost ready to cry.

“Fie, papa!” said she. “It is not made at all, it is natural!”

“Let us see what is in the other casket, before we get into a bad humor,” said the Emperor. Sothe nightingale came forth and sang so delightfully that at first no one could say anything ill-humored of her.

“Superbe! Charmant!” exclaimed the ladies; for they all used to chatter French, each one worsethan her neighbor.

“How much the bird reminds me of the musical box that belonged to our blessed Empress,” saidan old knight. “Oh yes! These are the same tones, the same execution.”

“Yes! yes!” said the Emperor, and he wept like a child at the remembrance.

“I will still hope that it is not a real bird,” said the Princess.

“Yes, it is a real bird,” said those who had brought it. “Well then let the bird fly,” said thePrincess; and she positively refused to see the Prince.

However, he was not to be discouraged; he daubed his face over brown and black; pulled hiscap over his ears, and knocked at the door.

“Good day to my lord, the Emperor!” said he. “Can I have employment at the palace?”

“Why, yes,” said the Emperor. “I want some one to take care of the pigs, for we have a greatmany of them.”

So the Prince was appointed “Imperial Swineherd.” He had a dirty little room close by thepigsty; and there he sat the whole day, and worked. By the evening he had made a pretty littlekitchen-pot. Little bells were hung all round it; and when the pot was boiling, these bellstinkled in the most charming manner, and played the old melody, “Ach! du lieber Augustin,Alles ist weg, weg, weg!”* * “Ah! dear Augustine! All is gone, gone, gone!”

But what was still more curious, whoever held his finger in the smoke of the kitchen-pot,immediately smelt all the dishes that were cooking on every hearth in the city--this, you see,was something quite different from the rose.

Now the Princess happened to walk that way; and when she heard the tune, she stood quitestill, and seemed pleased; for she could play “Lieber Augustine”; it was the only piece she knew;and she played it with one finger.

“Why there is my piece,” said the Princess. “That swineherd must certainly have been welleducated! Go in and ask him the price of the instrument.”

So one of the court-ladies must run in; however, she drew on wooden slippers first.

“What will you take for the kitchen-pot?” said the lady.

“I will have ten kisses from the Princess,” said the swineherd.

“Yes, indeed!” said the lady.

“I cannot sell it for less,” rejoined the swineherd.

“He is an impudent fellow!” said the Princess, and she walked on; but when she had gone alittle way, the bells tinkled so prettily “Ach! du lieber Augustin, Alles ist weg, weg, weg!”

“Stay,” said the Princess. “Ask him if he will have ten kisses from the ladies of my court.”

“No, thank you!” said the swineherd. “Ten kisses from the Princess, or I keep the kitchen-potmyself.”

“That must not be, either!” said the Princess. “But do you all stand before me that no one maysee us.”

And the court-ladies placed themselves in front of her, and spread out their dresses--theswineherd got ten kisses, and the Princess--the kitchen-pot.

That was delightful! The pot was boiling the whole evening, and the whole of the followingday. They knew perfectly well what was cooking at every fire throughout the city, from thechamberlain's to the cobbler's; the court-ladies danced and clapped their hands.

“We know who has soup, and who has pancakes for dinner to-day, who has cutlets, and who haseggs. How interesting!”

“Yes, but keep my secret, for I am an Emperor's daughter.”

The swineherd--that is to say--the Prince, for no one knew that he was other than an ill-favoredswineherd, let not a day pass without working at something; he at last constructed a rattle,which, when it was swung round, played all the waltzes and jig tunes, which have ever beenheard since the creation of the world.

“Ah, that is superbe!” said the Princess when she passed by. “I have never heard prettiercompositions! Go in and ask him the price of the instrument; but mind, he shall have no morekisses!”

“He will have a hundred kisses from the Princess!” said the lady who had been to ask.

“I think he is not in his right senses!” said the Princess, and walked on, but when she had gonea little way, she stopped again. “One must encourage art,”

said she, “I am the Emperor's daughter. Tell him he shall, as on yesterday, have ten kisses fromme, and may take the rest from the ladies of the court.”

“Oh--but we should not like that at all!” said they. “What are you muttering?”

asked the Princess. “If I can kiss him, surely you can. Remember that you owe everything tome.” So the ladies were obliged to go to him again.

“A hundred kisses from the Princess,” said he, “or else let everyone keep his own!”

“Stand round!” said she; and all the ladies stood round her whilst the kissing was going on.

“What can be the reason for such a crowd close by the pigsty?” said the Emperor, whohappened just then to step out on the balcony; he rubbed his eyes, and put on his spectacles. “They are the ladies of the court; I must go down and see what they are about!” So he pulledup his slippers at the heel, for he had trodden them down.

As soon as he had got into the court-yard, he moved very softly, and the ladies were so muchengrossed with counting the kisses, that all might go on fairly, that they did not perceive theEmperor. He rose on his tiptoes.

“What is all this?” said he, when he saw what was going on, and he boxed the Princess's earswith his slipper, just as the swineherd was taking the eighty-sixth kiss.

“March out!” said the Emperor, for he was very angry; and both Princess and swineherd werethrust out of the city.

The Princess now stood and wept, the swineherd scolded, and the rain poured down.

“Alas! Unhappy creature that I am!” said the Princess. “If I had but married the handsomeyoung Prince! Ah! how unfortunate I am!”

And the swineherd went behind a tree, washed the black and brown color from his face, threwoff his dirty clothes, and stepped forth in his princely robes; he looked so noble that the Princesscould not help bowing before him.

“I am come to despise thee,” said he. “Thou would'st not have an honorable Prince! Thoucould'st not prize the rose and the nightingale, but thou wast ready to kiss the swineherd forthe sake of a trumpery plaything. Thou art rightly served.”

He then went back to his own little kingdom, and shut the door of his palace in her face. Nowshe might well sing, “Ach! du lieber Augustin, Alles ist weg, weg, weg!”

从前有一个贫穷的王子，他有一个王国。王国虽然非常小，可是还是够供给他结婚的费用，而结婚正是他现在想要做的事情。

他也真有些大胆，居然敢对皇帝的女儿说：“你愿意要我吗？”不过他敢这样说，也正是因为他的名字远近都知道。成千成百的公主都会高高兴兴地说“愿意”。不过我们看看这位公主会不会这样说吧。

现在我们听吧，在这王子的父亲的墓上长着一棵玫瑰——一棵很美丽的玫瑰。它五年才开一次花，而且每次只开一朵。但这是一朵多么好的玫瑰花啊！它发出那么芬芳的香气，无论谁只须闻一下，就会忘掉一切忧愁和烦恼。王子还有一只夜莺。这鸟儿唱起歌来，就好像它小小的喉咙里包藏着一切和谐的调子似的，这朵玫瑰花和这只夜莺应该送给那位公主。因此这两件东西就被放在两个大银匣里，送给她了。

皇帝下命令叫把这礼物送进大殿，好让他亲眼看看。公主正在大殿里和她的侍女们作“拜客”的游戏，因为她们没有别的事情可做。当她看到大银匣子里的礼品时，就兴高采烈地拍起手来。

“我希望那里面是一只小猫！”她说。

可是盒子里却是一朵美丽的玫瑰花。

“啊，这花做得多么精巧啊！”侍女们齐声说。

“它不仅精巧，”皇帝说，“而且美丽。”

公主把花摸了一下。她几乎哭出来了。

“呸，爸爸！”她说，“这花不是人工做的，它是一朵天然的玫瑰花！”

“呸！”所有的宫女都说，“这只是一朵天然的花！”

“我们暂且不要生气，让我们先看看另一只盒子里是什么再说吧。”皇帝说。于是那只夜莺就跳出来了。它唱得那么好听，他们一时还想不出什么话来说它不好。

“Superbe!Charmant!①”侍女们齐声说，因为她们都喜欢讲法国话，但是一个比一个讲得糟。

“这鸟儿真使我记起死去的皇后的那个八音盒，”一位老侍臣说。“是的，它的调子，它的唱法完全跟那个八音盒一样。”

“对的。”皇帝说。于是他就像一个小孩子似的哭起来了。

“我不相信它是一只天然的鸟儿。”公主说。

“不，它是一只天然的鸟儿！”那些送礼物来的人说。

“那么就让这只鸟儿飞走吧。”公主说。但是她无论如何不让王子来看她。

不过王子并不因此失望。他把自己的脑袋涂成棕里透黑，把帽子拉下来盖住眉毛，于是就来敲门。

“日安，皇上！”他说，“我能在宫里找到一个差事吗？”

“嗨，找事的人实在太多了，”皇帝说，“不过让我想想看吧——我需要一个会看猪的人，因为我养了很多猪。”

这样，王子就被任命为皇家的猪倌了。他们给了他一间猪棚旁边的简陋小屋，他不得不在这里面住下。但是他从早到晚都坐在那里工作。到了晚上，他做好了一口很精致的小锅，边上挂着许多铃。当锅煮开了的时候，这些铃就美妙地响起来，奏出一支和谐的老调：

啊，我亲爱的奥古斯丁，

一切都完了，完了，完了！

不过这锅巧妙的地方是：假如有人把手指伸到锅中冒出来的蒸气里，他就立刻可以闻到城里每个灶上所煮的食物的味道。这锅跟玫瑰花比起来，完全是两回事儿。

公主恰恰跟她的侍女们从这儿走过。当她听到这个调子的时候，就停下来；她显得非常高兴，因为她也会弹“啊，我亲爱的奥古斯丁”这个调子。这是她会弹的惟一的调子，不过她只是用一个指头弹。

“嗯，这正是我会弹的一个调子！”她说。“他一定是一个有教养的猪倌！你们听着，进去问问他，这个乐器要多少钱。”

因此，一位侍女只好走进去了。可是在进去以前，她先换上了一双木套鞋①。

因为怕把她的脚弄脏了。

“你这个锅要多少钱？”侍女问。

“我只要公主给我接十个吻就够了。”牧猪人说。

“我的老天爷！”侍女说。

“是的，少一个吻也不卖。”猪倌说。

“唔，他怎么说？”公主问。

“我真没有办法传达他的话，”侍女说，“听了真是骇人！”

“那么，你就低声一点说吧。”于是侍女就低声说了。

“他太没有礼貌啦！”公主说完遍走开了。不过，她没有走多远，铃声又动听地响起来了：

啊，我亲爱的奥古斯丁，

一切都完了，完了，完了！

“听着，”公主说。“去问问他愿意不愿意让我的侍女给他十个吻。”

“谢谢您，不成，”猪倌回答说。“要公主给我十个吻，否则我的锅就不卖。”

“这真是一桩讨厌的事情！”公主说。“不过最低限度你们得站在我的周围，免得别人看见我。”

于是侍女们都在她的周围站着，同时把她们的裙子撒开。猪倌接了十个吻，她得到了那口锅。

她们真是欢天喜地啦！这口锅里整天整夜不停地煮东西；她们现在清清楚楚地知道城里每一个厨房里所煮的东西，包括从鞋匠一直到家臣们的厨房里所煮的东西。侍女们都跳起舞，鼓起掌来。

“我们现在完全知道谁家在喝甜汤和吃煎饼，谁家在吃稀饭和肉排啦。这多有趣啊！”

“非常有趣！”女管家说。

“是的，但不准你们声张，因为我是皇帝的女儿！”

“愿上帝保佑我们！”大家齐声说。

那个猪倌，也就是说，那位王子——她们当然一点也不知道他是王子，都以为他只是一个猪倌——是决不会让一天白白地过去而不做出一点事情来的。因此他又做了一个能发出嘎嘎声的玩具。你只要把猪倌玩具旋转几下，它就能奏出大家从开天辟地以来就知道的“华尔兹舞曲”、“快步舞曲”和“波兰舞曲”。

“这真是Superbe!”公主在旁边走过的时候说。“我从来没有听到过比这更美的音乐！你们听呀！进去问问他这个乐器值多少钱；不过我不能再给他什么吻了。”

“他要求公主给他一百个吻。”那个到里面去问了的侍女说。

“我想他是疯了！”公主说。于是她就走开了。不过她没有走几步路，便又停了下来。“我们应该鼓励艺术才是！”她说。“我是皇帝的女儿啊！告诉他，像上次一样，他可以得到十个吻，其余的可以由我的侍女给他。”

“哎呀！我们可不愿意干这种事情！”侍女们齐声说。

“废话！”公主说。“我既然可以让人吻几下，你们当然也可以的。请记住：是我给你们吃饭，给你们钱花的。”

这样，侍女们只得又到猪倌那儿去一趟。

“我要公主亲自给我一百个吻，”他是，“否则双方不必谈什么交易了。”

“你们都站拢来吧！”她说。所有的侍女都围着她站着；于是猪倌就开始接吻了。

“围着猪倌的一大群人是干什么的？”皇帝问。他这时已经走到阳台上来了。他揉揉双眼，戴上眼镜。“怎么，原来是侍女们在那儿捣什么鬼！我要亲自下去看一下。”

他把便鞋后跟拉上——这本来是一双好鞋子；他喜欢随意把脚伸进去，所以就把后跟踩塌了。

天啊，你看他那副匆忙的样子！

他一跑进院子，就轻轻地走过去。侍女们都在忙于计算吻的数目，为的是要使交易公平，不使他吻得太多或太少。她们都没有注意到皇帝的到来。皇帝轻轻地踮起脚尖来。

“这是怎么一回事呀？”他看到他们接吻的时候说。当猪倌正被吻到第八十六下的时候，他就用拖鞋在他们的头上打了几下。“滚你们的！”皇帝说，因为他真的生气了。于是公主和猪倌一齐被赶出了他的国土。

公主站在屋外，哭了起来。猪倌也发起牢骚来。天正下着大雨。

“唉，我这个可怜人！”公主说。“我要是答应那个可爱的王子倒好了！唉，我是多么不幸啊！”

猪倌于是走到一株大树后面，擦掉脸上的颜色，脱掉身上破烂的衣服，穿上一身王子的服装，又走了出来。他是那么好看，连这位公主都不得不在他面前弯下腰来。

“你，我现在有点瞧不起你了，”他说，“一个老老实实的王子你不愿意要，玫瑰和夜莺你也不欣赏；但是为了得到一个玩具，你却愿意去和一个猪倌接吻。现在你总算得到报应了。”

于是他走进他的王国，把她关在门外，并且把门闩也插上了。现在只有她站在外边，唱——

啊，我亲爱的奥古斯丁，

一切都完了，完了，完了！

短篇童话故事英文版：洪水 篇5

Towards the end of the Age of Bronze the human world became very grew hungry,impolite and rightn or law was respected any longer,and the rule of hospitality was forgotten.Dressed up in human form,Zeus visited Arcadia andThessaly,and disliked the deadly wrongs of men .He decidedto clear the earth of them all.Without hesitation he released therainy south wind and called upon the heartless Poseidon to help.Soon the whole world sank in a vast ocean, and the entire humanrace disappeared in the unheard of flood,all but two poor Thessalians .

到了青铜期末代，人类世界变得非常残忍，人类也变得贪婪、粗鲁且不虔诚。公理与法律不再受到尊重。殷勤好客的风俗被遗忘。宙斯装扮成凡人的样子查看了阿卡迪亚和色萨利两地。他不喜欢凡人极度的罪恶，决心将他们从地球上铲除。他毫不犹豫地释放了夹雨的南风，并召来冷酷无情的波塞冬协助他。很快整个人类世界被淹没在一片汪洋之中。除了两名恭顺的色萨利人幸免于难外，人类被史无前例的洪水吞噬。

These were an old childless couple,kind and faithful and contented with life.The man was called Deucalion and his wife Pyrrha.Son of Prometheus,Deucalion had been warned beforehand by his father of the coming flood and made himself a hugechest.When the roaring flood came the couple hid themselves init and floated for nine days until it touched land again on Mt Parnassus.

这对老夫妻没有孩子。他们善良、虔诚、对生活心满意足。丈夫是普罗米修斯的儿子，名叫丢卡利翁，妻子名为皮拉。丢卡利翁的父亲事先就警告他会爆发洪水，因此，他制了个巨大的箱子。当咆哮的洪水涌来时，夫妻俩就躲藏在箱中，这样漂泊了九天，最终漂到了帕那萨斯山。

The once active world presented a frightening sight.It was all death and ruin.Feeling lonely and unsafe,the old coupleprayed to the gods for help.A sage instructed them to cast the bones of their mother about .The son of the wise Titan, havingguessed the true meaning of the mysterious command, started throwing stones behind him. A miracle occurred. The stonesthat the man cast became men;the stones that the woman threwturned into women.Since then,people appeared on the land again.The Heroic Age had begun.

曾经生机勃勃的大地呈现出恐怖的景象。死亡与毁灭四处可见。老夫妻深感孤独和危险。他们就向上帝祈祷，乞求帮助。一位圣人指示他们把母亲的遗骨掷向四周。这位聪明的泰坦的后代，马上悟出了这个神秘指示所隐含的意义。他们开始将石头抛向身后。奇迹出现了。男人抛出的石头变成了男人，女人抛的则变成了女人。从此人类再次在陆地上出现，英雄时代来临。

英语童话故事短文带翻译 篇6

THERE was once a darning-needle who thought herself so fine that she fancied she must be fitfor embroidery. “Hold me tight,” she would say to the fingers, when they took her up, “don'tlet me fall; if you do I shall never be found again, I am so very fine.” “That is your opinion, isit?” said the fingers, as they seized her round the body. “See, I am coming with a train,” saidthe darning-

needle, drawing a long thread after her; but there was no knot in the thread.The fingers then placed the point of the needle against the cook's slipper. There was a crack inthe upper leather, which had to be sewn together. “What coarse work!” said the darning-needle, “I shall never get through. I shall break!- I am breaking!” and sure enough she broke. “Did I not say so?” said the darning-needle, “I know I am too fine for such work as that.” “Thisneedle is quite useless for sewing now,” said the fingers; but they still held it fast, and the cookdropped some sealing-wax on the needle, and fastened her handkerchief with it in front. “Sonow I am a breast-pin,” said the darning-needle; “I knew very well I should come to honorsome day: merit is sure to rise;” and she laughed, quietly to herself, for of course no one eversaw a darning-

needle laugh. And there she sat as proudly as if she were in a state coach, andlooked all around her. “May I be allowed to ask if you are made of gold?” she inquired of herneighbor, a pin; “you have a very pretty appearance, and a curious head, although you arerather small. You must take pains to grow, for it is not every one who has sealing

-wax droppedupon him;” and as she spoke, the darning-needle drew herself up so proudly that she fell outof the handkerchief right into the sink, which the cook was cleaning. “Now I am going on ajourney,” said the needle, as she floated away with the dirty water, “I do hope I shall not belost.” But she really was lost in a gutter. “I am too fine for this world,” said the darning-needle, as she lay in the gutter; “but I know who I am, and that is always some comfort.” Sothe darning-needle kept up her proud behavior, and did not lose her good humor. Then therefloated over her all sorts of things,-

chips and straws, and pieces of old newspaper. “See howthey sail,” said the darning-needle; “they do not know what is under them. I am here, and hereI shall stick. See, there goes a chip, thinking of nothing in the world but himself-

only a chip.There's a straw going by now; how he turns and twists about! Don't be thinking too much ofyourself, or you may chance to run against a stone. There swims a piece of newspaper; what iswritten upon it has been forgotten long ago, and yet it gives itself airs. I sit here patiently andquietly. I know who I am, so I shall not move.” One day something lying close to the darning-

needle glittered so splendidly that she thought it was a diamond; yet it was only a piece ofbroken bottle. The darning-needle spoke to it, because it sparkled, and represented herself asa breast-pin. “I suppose you are really a diamond?” she said. “Why yes, something of thekind,” he replied; and so each believed the other to be very valuable, and then they began totalk about the world, and the conceited people in it. “I have been in a lady's work-box,” saidthe darning-needle, “and this lady was the cook. She had on each hand five fingers, andanything so conceited as these five fingers I have never seen; and yet they were onlyemployed to take me out of the box and to put me back again.” “Were they not high-born?” “High-born!” said the darning-needle, “no indeed, but so haughty. They were five brothers, allborn fingers; they kept very proudly together, though they were of different lengths. The onewho stood first in the rank was named the thumb, he was short and thick, and had only onejoint in his back, and could therefore make but one bow; but he said that if he were cut offfrom a man's hand, that man would be unfit for a soldier. Sweet-

tooth, his neighbor, dippedhimself into sweet or sour, pointed to the sun and moon, and formed the letters when thefingers wrote. Longman, the middle finger, looked over the heads of all the others. Gold-

band,the next finger, wore a golden circle round his waist. And little Playman did nothing at all, andseemed proud of it. They were boasters, and boasters they will remain; and therefore I leftthem.” “And now we sit here and glitter,” said the piece of broken bottle. At the same momentmore water streamed into the gutter, so that it overflowed, and the piece of bottle was carriedaway. “So he is promoted,” said the darning-needle, “while I remain here; I am too fine, butthat is my pride, and what do I care?” And so she sat there in her pride, and had many suchthoughts as these,- “I could almost fancy that I came from a sunbeam, I am so fine. It seemsas if the sunbeams were always looking for me under the water. Ah! I am so fine that even mymother cannot find me. Had I still my old eye, which was broken off, I believe I should weep;but no, I would not do that, it is not genteel to cry.” One day a couple of street boys werepaddling in the gutter, for they sometimes found old nails, farthings, and other treasures. Itwas dirty work, but they took great pleasure in it. “Hallo!” cried one, as he pricked himself withthe darning-needle, “here's a fellow for you.” “I am not a fellow, I am a young lady,” said thedarning-needle; but no one heard her. The sealing-wax had come off, and she was quite black;but black makes a person look slender, so she thought herself even finer than before. “Herecomes an egg-shell sailing along,” said one of the boys; so they stuck the darning-needle intothe egg-shell. “White walls, and I am black myself,” said the darning-needle, “that looks well;now I can be seen, but I hope I shall not be sea-sick, or I shall break again.” She was not sea-sick, and she did not break.

“It is a good thing against sea-

sickness to have a steel stomach,and not to forget one's own importance. Now my sea-sickness has past: delicate people canbear a great deal.” Crack went the egg-shell, as a waggon passed over it. “Good heavens, howit crushes!” said the darning-needle. “I shall be sick now. I am breaking!” but she did notbreak, though the waggon went over her as she lay at full length; and there let her lie.

织布针

从前有一根织补衣服的针。作为一根织补针来说，她倒还算细巧，因此她就想像自己是一根绣花针。“请你们注意你们现在拿着的这东西吧！”她对那几个取她出来的手指说。“你们不要把我失掉！我一落到地上去，你们就决不会找到我的，因为我是那么细呀！”“细就细好了，”手指说。它们把她拦腰紧紧地捏住。“你们看，我还带着随从啦！”她说。她后面拖着一根长线，不过线上并没有打结。

手指正把这根针钉着女厨子的一只拖鞋，因为拖鞋的皮面裂开了，需要缝一下。“这是一件庸俗的工作，”织补针说。“我怎么也不愿钻进去。我要折断！我要折断了！”——於是她真的折断了。“我不是说过吗？”织补针说，“我是非常细的呀！”

手指想：她现在没有甚么用了。不过它们仍然不愿意放弃她，因为女厨子在针头上滴了一点封蜡，同时把她别在一块手帕上。“现在我成为一根领针(註：领针(brystnaal)是一种装饰*?，穿西装时插在领带上；针头上一般镶有一颗珍珠。)了！”织补针说。“我早就知道我会得到光荣的：一个不平凡的人总会得到一个不平凡的地位！”

於是她心里笑了——当一根织补针在笑的时候，人们是没有办法看到她的外部表情的。她别在那儿，显得很骄傲，好像她是坐在轿车里，左顾右盼似的。“请准许我问一声：您是金子做的吗？”她问她旁边的一根别针。“你有一张非常好看的面孔，一个自己的头脑——只是小了一点。你得使它再长大一点才成，因为封蜡并不会滴到每根针头上的呀。”

织补针很骄傲地挺起身子，结果弄得自己从手帕上落下来了，一直落到厨子正在沖洗的污水沟里去了。“现在我要去旅行了，”织补针说。“我只希望我不要迷了路！”

不过她却迷了路。“就这个世界说来，我是太细了，”她来到了排水沟的时候说。“不过我知道我的身份，而这也算是一点小小的安慰！”

所以织补针继续保持着她骄傲的态度，同时也不失掉她得意的心情。许多不同的东西在她身上浮过去了：菜屑啦，草叶啦，旧报纸碎片啦。“请看它们游得多么快！”织补针说。“它们不知道它们下面还有一件甚么东西！我就在这儿，我坚定地坐在这儿！看吧，一根棍子浮过来了，它以为世界上除了棍子以外再也没有甚么别的东西。它就是这样一个傢伙！一根草浮过来了。你看它扭着腰肢和转动的那副样儿！不要以为自己了不起吧，你很容易撞到一块石头上去呀！一张破报纸游过来了！它上面印着的东西早已被人家忘记了，但是它仍然铺张开来，神气十足。我有耐心地、静静地坐在这儿。我知道我是谁，我永远保持住我的本来面目！”

有一天她旁边躺着一件甚么东西。这东西射出美丽的光彩。织补针认为它是一颗金刚钻。不过事实上它是一个瓶子的碎片。因为它发出亮光，所以织补针就跟它讲话，把自己介绍成为一根领针。“我想你是一颗钻石吧？”她说。“嗯，对啦，是这类东西。”

於是双方就相信自己都是价值很高的物件。他们开始谈论，说世上的人一般都是觉得自己非常了不起。“我曾经在一位小姐的匣子里住过，”织补针说，“这位小姐是一个厨子。她每只手上有五个指头。我从来没有看到像这五个指头那样骄傲的东西，不过他们的作用只是拿着我，把我从匣子里取出来和放进去罢了。”“他们也能射出光彩来吗？”瓶子的碎片问。“光彩！”织补针说，“甚么也没有，不过自以为了不起罢了。他们是五个兄弟，都属於手指这个家族。他们互相标榜，虽然他们是长短不齐：最前面的一个是”笨摸“(註：”笨摸“、”餂罐“、”长人“、”金火“和”比尔——玩朋友“，是丹麦孩子对五个指头所起的绰号。大拇指摸东西不灵活，所以叫做”笨摸“;二指常常代替吞头伸到果酱罐里去餂东西吃，所以叫”餂罐“;四指因为戴戒指，所以看起来像有一道金火；小指叫做”比尔——玩朋友“，因为它甚么用也没有。)，又短又肥。他走在最前列，他的背上只有一个节，因此他只能同时鞠一个躬；不过他说，假如他从一个人身上砍掉的话，这人就不够资格服兵役了。第二个指头叫做”餂罐“，他伸到酸东西和甜东西里面去，他指着太阳和月亮；当大家在写字的时候，他握着笔。第三个指头是”长人“，他伸在别人的头上看东西。第四个指头是”金火“，他腰间围着一条金带子。最小的那个是”比尔——玩朋友“，他甚么事也不做，而自己还因此感到骄傲呢。他们甚么也不做，只是吹牛，因此我才到排水沟里来了！”“这要算是升级！”瓶子的碎片说。

这时有更多的水沖进排水沟里来了，漫得遍地都是，结果把瓶子的碎片沖走了。“瞧，他倒是升级了！”织补针说。“但是我还坐在这儿，我是那么细。不过我也正因此感到骄傲，而且也很光荣！”於是她骄傲地坐在那儿，发出了许多感想。“我差不多要相信我是从日光里出生的了，因为我是那么细呀！我觉得日光老是到水底下来寻找我。啊！我是这么细，连我的母亲都找不到我了。如果我的老针眼没有断了的话，我想我是要哭出来的——但是我不能这样做：哭不是一桩文雅的事情！”

有一天几个野孩子在排水沟里找东西——他们有时在这里能够找到旧钉、铜板和类似的物件。这是一件很髒的工作，不过他们却非常欣赏这类的事儿。“哎哟！”一个孩子说，因为他被织补针刺了一下，“原来是你这个傢伙！”“我不是一个傢伙，我是一位年轻小姐啦！”织补针说。可是谁也不理她。她身上的那滴封蜡早已没有了，全身已经变得漆黑。不过黑颜色能使人变得苗条，因此她相信她比以前更细嫩。“瞧，一个蛋壳起来了！”孩子们说。他们把织补针插到蛋壳上面。“四周的墙是白色的，而我是黑色的！这倒配得很好！”织补针说。“现在谁都可以看到我了。——我只希望我不要晕船才好，因为这样我就会折断的！”不过她一点也不会晕船，而且也没有折断。“一个人有钢做的肚皮，是不怕晕船的，同时还不要忘记，我和一个普通人比起来，是更高一招的。我现在一点毛病也没有。一个人越纤细，他能受得住的东西就越多。”“砰！”这时蛋壳忽然裂开了，因为一辆载重车正在它上面碾过去。“我的天，它把我碾得真厉害！”织补针说。“我现在有点晕船了——我要折断了！我要折断了！”

虽然那辆载重车在她身上碾过去了，她并没有折断。她直直地躺在那儿——而且她尽可以一直在那儿躺下去。