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the Snow Man
by Hans Christian Andersen（1861）
T is so delightfully cold，“ said the Snow Man， ”that it makes my whole body crackle. This is just the kind of wind to blow life into one. How that GREat red thing up there is staring at me！“ He meant the sun， who was just setting. ”It shall not make me wink. I shall manage to keep the pieces.“
He had two triangular pieces of tile in his head， instead of eyes； his mouth was made of an old broken rake， and was， of course， furnished with teeth. He had been brought into existence amidst the joyous shouts of boys， the jingling of sleigh-bells， and the slashing of whips. The sun went down， and the full moon rose， large， round， and clear， shining in the deep blue.
“there it comes again， from the other side，” said the Snow Man， who supposed the sun was showing himself once more. “Ah， I have cured him of staring， though； now he may hang up there， and shine， that I may see myself. If I only knew how to manage to move away from this place，—I should so like to move. If I could， I would slide along yonder on the ice， as I have seen the boys do； but I don't understand how； I don't even know how to run.”
“Away， away，” barked the old yard-dog. He was quite hoarse， and could not pronounce “Bow wow” properly. He had once been an indoor dog， and lay by the fire， and he had been hoarse ever since. “The sun will make you run some day. I saw him， last winter， make your predecessor run， and his predecessor before him. Away， away， they all have to go.”
“I don't understand you， comrade，” said the Snow Man. “Is that thing up yonder to teach me to run？ I saw it running itself a little while ago， and now it has come creeping up from the other side.”
“You know nothing at all，” replied the yard-dog； “but then， you've only lately been patched up. What you see yonder is the moon， and the one before it was the sun. It will come again to-morrow， and most likely teach you to run down into the ditch by the well； for I think the weather is going to change. I can feel such pricks and stabs in my left leg； I am sure there is going to be a change.”
“I don't understand him，” said the Snow Man to himself； “but I have a feeling that he is talking of something very disaGREeable. The one who stared so just now， and whom he calls the sun， is not my friend； I can feel that too.”
“Away， away，” barked the yard-dog， and then he turned round three times， and crept into his kennel to sleep.
there was really a change in the weather. Towards morning， a thick fog covered the whole country round， and a keen wind arose， so that the cold seemed to freeze one's bones； but when the sun rose， the sight was splendid. Trees and bushes were covered with hoar frost， and looked like a forest of white coral； while on every twig glittered frozen dew-drops. The many delicate forms concealed in summer by luxuriant foliage， were now clearly defined， and looked like glittering lace-work. From every twig glistened a white radiance. The birch， waving in the wind， looked full of life， like trees in summer； and its appearance was wondrously beautiful. And where the sun shone， how everything glittered and sparkled， as if diamond dust had been strewn about； while the snowy carpet of the earth appeared as if covered with diamonds， from which countless lights gleamed， whiter than even the snow itself.
“This is really beautiful，” said a young girl， who had come into the garden with a young man； and they both stood still near the Snow Man， and contemplated the glittering scene. “Summer cannot show a more beautiful sight，” she exclaimed， while her eyes sparkled.
“And we can't have such a fellow as this in the summer time，” replied the young man， pointing to the Snow Man； “he is capital.”
the girl laughed， and nodded at the Snow Man， and then tripped away over the snow with her friend. The snow creaked and crackled beneath her feet， as if she had been treading on starch.
“Who are these two？” asked the Snow Man of the yard-dog. “You have been here longer than I have； do you know them？”
“Of course I know them，” replied the yard-dog； “she has stroked my back many times， and he has given me a bone of meat. I never bite those two.”
“But what are they？” asked the Snow Man.
“they are lovers，” he replied； “they will go and live in the same kennel by-and-by， and gnaw at the same bone. Away， away！”
“Are they the same kind of beings as you and I？” asked the Snow Man.
“Well， they belong to the same master，” retorted the yard-dog. “Certainly people who were only born yesterday know very little. I can see that in you. I have age and experience. I know every one here in the house， and I know there was once a time when I did not lie out here in the cold， fastened to a chain. Away， away！”
“the cold is delightful，” said the Snow Man； “but do tell me tell me； only you must not clank your chain so； for it jars all through me when you do that.”
