There was once a poor devil of a student who lived in a garret and did not have a farthing in the world. There was also a fruit that remained on the ground floor of the house, but this one was not to complain because he was rich, and the house belonged to him. Finally, there was a tiny elf-like feature for feature in an eight to ten years, which sheltered more likely in the fruit than the student, because in the attic a mouse had died of hunger, while that at ground floor, on the eve of Christmas, there was always a big dish full of steaming porridge with a chunk of butter in the middle. And the Goblin, who was fond, s'en régalait de grand coeur, en prenant de temps à autre une lampée de la bonne bière contenue dans un broc posé sur la table à côté du plat.
Or, un soir, l'étudiant entra chez le fruitier pour lui demander, contre argent, une chandelle et du fromage, car ce soir-là, par hasard, le pauvre diable avait, Dieu sait comment, quelque monnaie dans sa poche. Il paya donc et s'en alla. Le fruitier et sa femme lui envoyèrent gracieusement le bonsoir, et l'étudiant répondit à leur politesse par un petit salut amical. Mais tout à coup il s'arrêta. Ses yeux venaient de se fixer sur le papier qui enveloppait le fromage. C'était une feuille arrachée d'un vieux livre que we would not have torn, because it contained poems.
- I have a lot of the same, "said the Orchard, I bought an old to a few coffee beans, if you will give me two pennies, I'll let the whole package.
- Very willingly, "said the student, but I have no money. However, we can make a deal to suit you, perhaps. Take your cheese, I eat my bread dry, and yield me the book. This would be a crime to let destroy. You're a practical man, but I bet you do not hear more rhymes than the barrel that's it.
The student obviously was wrong, because a barrel when it is hollow, and it was sometimes has a more harmonious than many verses, but the student put there point of malice, and was the first to laugh at the comparison. Only the goblin who was huddled in a corner, was indignant to hear deal with so few ways a fruit that was rich and had as good as good porridge and butter.
When night came and everyone in the house asleep, except the student, the goblin emerged from his hiding place, and entering the bedroom of the fruit, gently opened his mouth to it and it took off his rack. She had no need for sleep, but something Interestingly, just the little man had he asked, on a stand, rack, that he began to speak and express thoughts just as well that the woman would have done. The elf placed the rack on the barrel in which it threw old newspapers.
- Is it true, "asked he, you know nothing about poetry?
- I hear myself on the contrary, very well, "said the barrel. Poetry is what is usually put in series or in a special column for newspapers, and also what is sometimes cut to keep it, while we throw the rest. I'm sure I have here, me, more poetry than can be mentioned the student, and yet I do have a humble barrel. The leprechaun went
finally put the rack on the coffee grinder and then the barrel butter, then on the tape, and all were of the same opinion as the barrel.
So it was the opinion of the majority, and this opinion whatsoever, it must be considered.
"I will go tell that to the student, thought the elf.
And he climbed on tiptoe up to the garret of the poor devil.
The student had not blown out his candle. The elf looked through the keyhole and saw the young man carefully absorbed in reading the pages of an old book.
And he also saw that the attic with a radiant extraordinary brilliance. There was the book on a light beam which assumed the proportions of a tree whose branches spread over the student. Each leaf of the tree was full of freshness and each flower head resembling a beautiful young girl, bright-eyed and blue, each fruit looked like a star in the attic and there was a harmonious concert .
never had had the pixie idea, nor heard of similar marvels. He stood on tiptoe, looking, looking always, until the light went out of the attic. Maybe it was the student who was blown to get in bed, but the puck does not leave his place, because the concert had not ceased and sweet accents were nursing the young man.
- is admirable, "said the elf, and it is so beautiful that I would stay here with this student if ... if ...
The little man thought and finally said:
- The student has not been boiled.
And he descended from the fruit.
The rack of the fruit was at the place where he had left: he went and went and put in the mouths of the fruit. And, curiously enough, when it awoke she recited a stroke all that was in the old newspapers, so that the fruit did not return to his astonishment. However
goblin was upside down. No sooner was the night she returned he was attracted to the attic to look through the keyhole. And every time he came back he was amazed that radiation spread throughout the room. His emotion was such q'uil wept without knowing why. Ah! he wanted the moment to enter the attic and share the happiness of the student, as he sat with him under the broad shade tree! But this was impossible. The door was closed, pushed the bolt. The leprechaun was just to see the keyhole.
The wind blew violently fall. The floor was icy, it was cold, terribly cold, but the puck does feel that when the light went out. Then he descended to the ground floor and it ate the porridge as he could. Decidedly the fruit was better than the student.
Suddenly in the middle of the night a great noise woke the goblin, they knocked on the door and windows. The watchers shouted that a fire had broken out. The whole city was in flames. Was it in the house or the neighbors that the fire had started? There was a panic. The fruit was so terrified that she took off her earrings and put them in his pocket to keep them more securely. The Orchard ran to his body to save his bank notes. Good deals only with her black silk dress. Everyone wanted to take what was most precious. The elf
rushed down the stairs and climbed up to four to four with the attic door was open. He saw a student standing at the window gazing at the fire.
So, without being noticed, the little old man took the book on the table and hid him in his red cap he carefully closed. Then he climbed the roof and went to perch on the mantel. There he opened the book and read it, and every sentence he felt filled with an indescribable emotion. But when the fire was extinguished, He said after much thought:
- I will be sharing between the two, the student's book is admirable, but the boiled fruit is delicious.
And in this world, we need to separate the mind, but also that of the stomach.
reason many men as well!
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Hans Christian Andersen
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