小學英語英語故事童話故事TheRedShoes紅鞋

1、The Red Shoes 紅鞋There was once a little girl, very nice and very pretty, but so poor that she had to go barefooted all summer. And in winter she had to wear thick wooden shoes that chafed her ankles until they were red, oh, as red as could be.In the middle of the village lived 01d Mother Shoemaker.S

2、he took some old scraps of red cloth and did her best to make them into a little pair of shoes. They were a bit clumsy, but well meant, for she intended to give them to the little girl. Karen was the little girT s name.The first time Karen wore her new red shoes was on the very day when her mother w

3、as buried. Of course, they were not right for mourning, but they were all she had, so she put them on and walked barelegged after the plain wicker coffin.Just then a large old carriage came by, with a large old lady inside it. She looked at the little girl and took pity upon her. And she went to the

4、 parson and said: Give the little girl to me, and I shall take good care of her. Karen was sure that this happened because she wore red shoes, but the old lady said the shoes were hideous, and ordered them burned. Karen was given proper new clothes. She was taught to read, and she was taught to sew.

5、 People said she was pretty, but her mirror told her, “You are more than pretty. You are beautiful. It happened that the Queen came traveling through the country with her little daughter, who was a Princess. Karen went with all the people who flocked to see them at the castle. The little Princess, a

6、ll dressed in white, came to the window to let them admire her. She didn，t wear a train, and she didn，t wear a gold crown, but she did wear a pair of splendid red morocco shoes. Of course, they were much nicer than the ones Old Mother Shoemaker had put together for little Karen, but theres nothing i

7、n the world like a pair of red shoes!When Karen was old enough to be confirmed, new clothes were made for her, and she was to have new shoes. They went to the house of a thriving shoemaker, to have him take the measure of her little feet. In his shop were big glass cases, filled with the prettiest s

8、hoes and the shiniest boots. They looked most attractive but, as the old lady did not see very well, they did not attract her. Among the shoes there was a pair of red leather ones which were just like those the Princess had worn. How perfect they were! The shoemaker said he had made them for the dau

9、ghter of a count, but that they did not quite fit her.“They must be patent leather to shine so, said the old lady.z，Yes, indeed they shine, said Karen. As the shoes fitted Karen, the old lady bought them, but she had no idea they were red. If she had known that, she would never have let Karen wear t

10、hem to confirmation, which is just what Karen did.Every eye was turned toward her feet. When she walked up the aisle to the chancel of the church, it seemed to her as if even those portraits of bygone ministers and their wives, in starched ruffs and long black gowns-even they fixed their eyes upon h

11、er red shoes. She could think of nothing else, even when the pastor laid his hands upon her head and spoke of her holy baptism, and her covenant with God, and her duty as a Christian. The solemn organ rolled, the children sang sweetly, and the old choir leader sang too, but Karen thought of nothing

12、except her red shoes.Before the afternoon was over, the old lady had heard from everyone in the parish that the shoes were red. She told Karen it was naughty to wear red shoes to church. Highly improper! In the future she was always to wear black shoes to church, even though they were her old ones.N

13、ext Sunday there was holy communion. Karen looked at her black shoes. She looked at her red ones. She kept looking at her red ones until she put them on.It was a fair, sunny day. Karen and the old lady took the path through the cornfield, where it was rather dusty. At the church door they met an old

14、 soldier, who stood with a crutch and wore a long, curious beard. It was more reddish than white. In fact it was quite red. He bowed down to the ground, and asked the old lady if he might dust her shoes. Karen put out her little foot too.0h, what beautiful shoes for dancing, the soldier said. Never

15、come off when you dance,“ he told the shoes, as he tapped the sole of each of them with his hand. The old lady gave the soldier a penny, and went on into the church with Karen. All the people there stared at Karen，s red shoes, and all the portraits stared too. When Karen knelt at the altar rail, and

16、 even when the chalice came to her lips, she could think only of her red shoes. It was as if they kept floating around in the chalice, and she forgot to sing the psalm. She forgot to say the Lord，s Prayer.Then church was over, and the old lady got into her carriage. Karen was lifting her foot to ste

17、p in after her when the old soldier said, 0h, what beautiful shoes for dancing!Karen couldn，t resist taking a few dancing steps, and once she began her feet kept on dancing. It was as if the shoes controlled her. She danced round the corner of the church-she simply could not help it. The coachman ha

18、d to run after her, catch her, and lift her into the carriage. But even there her feet went on dancing so that she gave the good old lady a terrible kicking. Only when she took her shoes off did her legs quiet down. When they got home the shoes were put away in a cupboard, but Karen would still go a

19、nd look at them.Shortly afterwards the old lady was taken ill, and it was said she could not recover. She required constant care and faithful nursing, and for this she depended on Karen. But a great ball was being given in the town, and Karen was invited. She looked at the old lady, who could not li

20、ve in any case. She looked at the red shoes, for she thought there was no harm in looking. She put them on, for she thought there was no harm in that either. But then she went to the ball and began dancing. When she tried to turn to the right, the shoes turned to the left. When she wanted to dance u

21、p the ballroom, her shoes danced down. They danced down the stairs, into the street, and out through the gate of the town. Dance she did, and dance she must, straight into the dark woods.Suddenly something shone through the trees, and she thought it was the moon, but it turned out to be the red-bear

22、ded soldier. He nodded and said, 0h, what beautiful shoes for dancing. She was terribly frightened, and tried to take off her shoes. She tore off her stockings, but the shoes had grown fast to her feet. And dance she did, for dance she must, over fields and valleys, in the rain and in the sun, by da

23、y and night. It was most dreadful by night. She danced over an unfenced graveyard, but the dead did not join her dance. They had better things to do. She tried to sit on a paupers grave, where the bitter fennel grew, but there was no rest or peace for her there. And when she danced toward the open d

24、oors of the church, she saw it guarded by an angel with long white robes and wings that reached from his shoulders down to the ground. His face was grave and stern, and in his hand he held a broad, shining sword. “Dance you shall!” he told her. Dance in your red shoes until you are pale and cold, an

25、d your flesh shrivels down to the skeleton. Dance you shall from door to door, and wherever there are children proud and vain you must knock at the door till they hear you, and are afraid of you. Dance you shall. Dance always.“Have mercy upon me! screamed Karen. But she did not hear the angel answer

26、. Her shoes swept her out through the gate, and across the fields, along highways and byways, forever and always dancing.One morning she danced by a door she knew well. There was the sound of a hymn, and a coffin was carried out covered with flowers. Then she knew the old lady was dead. She was all

27、alone in the world now, and cursed by the angel of God.Dance she did and dance she must, through the dark night. Her shoes took her through thorn and briar that scratched her until she bled. She danced across the wastelands until she came to a lonely little house. She knew that this was where the ex

28、ecutioner lived, and she tapped with her finger on his window pane.“Come out!” she called. Come out! I can，t come in, for I am dancing. The executioner said, “You don，t seem to know who I am. I strike off the heads of bad people, and I feel my ax beginning to quiver. Dont strike off my head, for the

29、n I could not repent of my sins, said Karen. But strike off my feet with the red shoes on them. She confessed her sin, and the executioner struck off her feet with the red shoes on them. The shoes danced away with her little feet, over the fields into the deep forest. But he made wooden feet and a p

30、air of crutches for her. He taught her a hymn that prisoners sing when they are sorry for what they have done. She kissed his hand that held the ax, and went back across the wasteland.“Now I have suffered enough for those red shoes, she said. I shall go and be seen again in the church. She hobbled t

31、o church as fast as she could, but when she got there the red shoes danced in front of her, and she was frightened and turned back. All week long she was sorry, and cried many bitter tears. But when Sunday came again she said, “Now I have suffered and cried enough. I think I must be as good as many

32、who sit in church and hold their heads high. She started out unafraid, but the moment she came to the church gate she saw her red shoes dancing before her. More frightened than ever, she turned away, and with all her heart she really repented.She went to the pastors house, and begged him to give her

33、 work as a servant. She promised to work hard, and do all that she could. Wages did not matter, if only she could have a roof over her head and be with good people. The pastors wife took pity on her, and gave her work at the parsonage. Karen was faithful and serious. She sat quietly in the evening,

34、and listened to every word when the pastor read the Bible aloud. The children were devoted to her, but when they spoke of frills and furbelows, and of being as beautiful as a queen, she would shake her head.When they went to church next Sunday they asked her to go too, but with tears in her eyes she

35、 looked at her crutches, and shook her head. The others went to hear the word of God, but she went to her lonely little room, which was just big enough to hold her bed and one chair. She sat with her hymnal in her hands, and as she read it with a contrite heart she heard the organ roll. The wind carried the sound from the church to her window. Her face was wet with tears as she lifted it up, and said, “Help me, 0 Lord!z/Then the sun shone bright, and the white-ro