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  Hans Christian Andersen (Danish pronunciation: [ˈhanˀs ˈkʰʁæʂd̥jan ˈɑnɐsn̩], in Denmark he is referred to using the initials: H. C. Andersen) (April 2, 1805 – August 4, 1875) was a Danish author and poet noted for his children's stories. These include "The Steadfast Tin Soldier", "The Snow Queen", "The Little Mermaid", "Thumbelina", "The Little Match Girl", and "The Ugly Duckling".
  
  During his lifetime he was acclaimed for having delighted children worldwide, and was feted by royalty. His poetry and stories have been translated into more than 150 languages. They have inspired motion pictures, plays, ballets, and animated films.
安徒生童话作品集
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  本版是林桦1995年译的,但当我翻看其中字句时,却发现至少《打火匣》及《野天鹅》与与叶氏译本全无二致,到底为何如此,却非我能了解。不过如果全部如此,至少可以保证此版本的质量不差。另外其中有重复的地方,如51与92。我会在有暇时仔细查对,然后补上缺少的部分。因为,安徒生是我至爱的一个作家。(宇慧编后记)
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  打火匣
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  皇帝的新装
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  飞箱
  004
  丑小鸭
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  没有画的画册
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  跳高者
  007
  红鞋
  008
  衬衫领子
  009
  一个豆英里的五粒豆
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  一个贵族和他的女儿们
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  守塔人奥列
  012
  蝴蝶
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  贝脱、比脱和比尔
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  烂布片
  015
  织补针
  016
  拇指姑娘
  017
  跳蚤和教授
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  区别
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  一本不说话的书
  020
  夏日痴
  021
  笔和墨水壶
  022
  风车
  023
  瓦尔都窗前的一瞥
  024
  甲虫
  025
  幸福的家庭
  026
  完全是真的
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  蓟的遭遇
  028
  新世纪的女神
  029
  各得其所
  030
  一星期的日子
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  钱猪
  032
  在辽远的海极
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  荷马墓上的一朵玫瑰
  034
  野天鹅
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  母亲的故事
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  犹太女子
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  牙痛姑妈
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  金黄的宝贝
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  民歌的鸟儿
  040
  接骨木树妈妈
  041
  沙丘的故 事
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  小克劳斯和大克劳斯
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  迁居的日子
  044
  鬼火进城了
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  幸运的套鞋
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  鹳鸟
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  枞树
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  香肠栓熬的汤
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  牧羊女和扫烟囱的人
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  天上落下来的一片叶子
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  恶毒的王子
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  演木偶戏的人
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  舞吧,舞吧,我的玩偶
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  安妮·莉斯贝
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  素琪①
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  藏着并不等于遗忘
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  谁是最幸运的
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  钟声
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  顽皮的孩子
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  识字课本
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  老约翰妮讲的故事
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  老墓碑
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  姑妈
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  墓里的孩子
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  老路灯
  066
  老头子做事总不会错
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  老房子
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  天鹅的窠
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  创造
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  冰姑娘
  071
  小鬼和小商人
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  阳光的故事
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  依卜和小克丽斯玎
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  梦神
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  老上帝还没有灭亡
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  园丁和他的贵族主人
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  书法家
  078
  茶壶
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  小小的绿东西
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  一点成绩
  081
  天国花园
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  最难使人相信的事情
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  一枚银毫
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  肉肠签子汤
  085
  光棍汉的睡帽
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  做出点样子来
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  老橡树的最后一梦
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  字母读本
  089
  沼泽王的女儿
  090
  跑得飞快的东西
  091
  钟渊
  092
  狠毒的王子
  093
  多伊和他的女儿们
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  踩面包的姑娘
  095
  守塔人奥勒
  096
  安妮·莉丝贝特
  097
  孩子话
  098
  一串珍珠
  099
  墨水笔和墨水瓶
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  墓中的孩子
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  家养公鸡和风信公鸡
  102
  沙冈那边的一段故事
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  演木偶戏的人
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  两兄弟
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  教堂古钟
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  搭邮车来的十二位
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  屎壳郎
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  老爹做的事总是对的
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  雪人
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  在鸭场里
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  新世纪的缪斯
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  冰姑娘
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  蝴蝶
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  普赛克
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  蜗牛和玫瑰树
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  害人鬼进城了
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  风磨
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  银毫子
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  伯尔厄隆的主教和他的亲眷
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  在幼儿室里
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  金宝贝
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  狂风吹跑了招牌
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  茶壶
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  民歌的鸟
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  绿色的小东西
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  小精灵和太太
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  贝得、彼得和皮尔
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  隐存着并不就是被忘却
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  看门人的儿子
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  搬迁日
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  谎报夏
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  姨妈
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  癞蛤蟆
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  教父的画册
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  碎布块
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  汶岛和格棱岛
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  谁最幸福
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  树精
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  看鸡人格瑞得的一家
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  蓟的经历
  141
  你能琢磨出什么
  142
  好运气在一根签子里
  143
  彗星
  144
  一个星期的每一天
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  阳光的故 事
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  曾祖父
  147
  烛
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  最难令人相信的事
  149
  一家人都怎样说
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  跳吧,舞吧,我的小宝宝
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  大海蟒
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  园丁和主人
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  跳蚤和教授
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  老约翰妮讲了些什么
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  大门钥匙
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  跛脚的孩子
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  牙痛姨妈
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  最后的一天
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  亚麻
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  “真可爱”
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  海的女儿
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  邻居们
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  夜莺
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  小意达的花儿
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  她是一个废物
  译后记
卖火柴的小女孩

Hans Christian Andersen
  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 the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and the 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 an urchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maiden walked 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 of them in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; no one had given her a single farthing.
  
  She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!
  
  The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, 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 drawn close up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did not venture, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of money: from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was cold too, 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 a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it 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, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, the stove 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 light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And what was still more capital to behold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floor with 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 left behind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated than the one 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-colored pictures, 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 went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as 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, the only person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul ascends to God.
  
  She drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the lustre there stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with such an expression of love.
  
  "Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you! You go away when the match burns out; you vanish like the warm stove, like the delicious roast goose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!" And she rubbed the whole bundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure of keeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been so beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.
  
  But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself," people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year.
  
  Another version:
  
  The Little Match Girl
  
  by Hans Christian Anderson
  
  Once upon a time . . . a little girl tried to make a living by selling matches in the street.
  
  It was New Year's Eve and the snow-clad streets were deserted. From brightly lit windows came the tinkle of laughter and the sound of singing. People were getting ready to bring in the New Year. But the poor little match seller sat sadly beside the fountain. Her ragged dress and worn shawl did not keep out the cold and she tried to keep her bare feet from touching the frozen ground. She hadn't sold one box of matches all day and she was frightened to go home, for her father would certainly be angry. It wouldn't be much warmer anyway, in the draughty attic that was her home. The little girl's fingers were stiff with cold. If only she could light a match! But what would her father say at such a waste! Falteringly she took out a match and lit it. What a nice warm flame! The little match seller cupped her hand over it, and as she did so, she magically saw in its light a big brightly burning stove.
  
  She held out her hands to the heat, but just then the match went out and the vision faded. The night seemed blacker than before and it was getting colder. A shiver ran through the little girl's thin body.
  
  After hesitating for a long time, she struck another match on the wall, and this time, the glimmer turned the wall into a great sheet of crystal. Beyond that stood a fine table laden with food and lit by a candlestick. Holding out her arms towards the plates, the little match-seller seemed to pass through the glass, but then the match went out and the magic faded. Poor thing: in just a few seconds she had caught a glimpse of everything that life had denied her: warmth and good things to eat. Her eyes filled with tears and she lifted her gaze to the lit windows, praying that she too might know a little of such happiness.
  
  She lit the third match and an even more wonderful thing happened. There stood a Christmas tree hung with hundreds of candles, glittering with tinsel and coloured balls. "Oh, how lovely!" exclaimed the little match seller, holding up the match. Then, the match burned her finger and flickered out. The light from the Christmas candles rose higher and higher, then one of the lights fell, leaving a trail behind it. "Someone is dying," murmured the little girl, as she remembered her beloved Granny who used to say: "When a star falls, a heart stops beating!"
  
  Scarcely aware of what she was doing, the little match seller lit another match. This time, she saw her grandmother.
  
  "Granny, stay with me!" she pleaded, as she lit one match after the other, so that her grandmother could not disappear like all the other visions. However, Granny did not vanish, but gazed smilingly at her. Then she opened her arms and the little girl hugged her crying: "Granny, take me away with you!"
  
  A cold day dawned and a pale sun shone on the fountain and the icy road. Close by lay the lifeless body of a little girl surrounded by spent matches. "Poor little thing!" exclaimed the passers-by. "She was trying to keep warm!"
  
  But by that time, the little match seller was far away where there is neither cold, hunger nor pain.
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