The room is full of sadness, and every heart is full of sadness. A four-year-old child died. He is his father and mother.
The only son is their happiness and hope for the future. His parents also have two eldest daughters, the oldest one.
This year will be the confirmation ceremony. They are lovely good children, but the dead children are always the most distressed children. Why?
Besides, he is the youngest only child. This is really a catastrophe. The young hearts of the two sisters have been extremely sad.
Point; Their father's grief made them feel particularly sad. My father's waist has been bent, and my mother has been crushed by this unprecedented sadness.
Yes She used to be busy nursing the sick child day and night, taking care of him, hugging him, thinking that he had become
Part of her body. It is hard for her to imagine that he is dead, about to lie in a coffin and be buried in a grave. She thinks
God can't take the child away from her. But it did happen, and it became a real fact.
She said in pain:
"God doesn't know about it! Some of his servants in the world really have no conscience; These people walk around at will.
Take care of things and don't listen to mothers' prayers at all. "
She abandoned God in pain. Dark thoughts sprang up in her mind-she thought of death, eternal death. She felt
Man is just dust in the dust, and her life is over. The idea made her feel helpless; She fell into disappointment.
In the bottomless abyss.
She couldn't even cry when she was in extreme pain. It didn't occur to her that she had a young daughter. Her husband's
Tears fell on her forehead, but she didn't look at him. She kept thinking about the dead child. Her whole life and existence
Everyone is immersed in memories: recalling her child and recalling every childish thing he said.
The day of burial finally came. Before that, she had not slept for several nights; But it was dawn and she was tired.
I was so tired that I fell asleep in a daze. At this time, the coffin was carried to a secluded house. Coffin cover
It was nailed there in case she heard the sound of a hammer.
As soon as she woke up, she got up to see the children. Her husband said with tears:
"We've nailed the coffin-we have to!"
"Since God is so cruel to me," she said loudly, "how can people be kind to me?" So she sobbed.
Get up.
The coffin was carried to the cemetery. The grieving mother sat with her two daughters. She looked at them,
But her eyes didn't see them, because she had no home in her heart. Sorrow took control of her.
The existence of. Sorrow attacked her, just as the sea attacked a ship that lost its compass and rudder. The day of burial is
This period of time has been followed by a long series of equally monotonous and painful days. The sad family has moist eyes and sad eyes.
Just look at her; She turned a deaf ear to their comforting words. Indeed, they themselves are extremely sad. What else can they say?
And then what?
She no longer seems to know what sleep is. At this time, who wants to recover his body and make his soul feel better?
Rest, who can say is her best friend. Everyone advised her to lie on the bed, and she lay there motionless, ok.
Just like sleeping. One night, her husband listened to her breathing and made sure that she had been rested and comforted. because
Then he closed his hands and prayed; So gradually, he was sleepy himself. He didn't notice that she had got up.
Got out of bed, put on clothes and walked out of the house gently. She went straight to the place where she missed day and night-burial.
Her child's grave. She walked through the garden of the house and across the field-there was a path leading to the city.
Outside, she walked along this road until she reached the churchyard. Nobody saw her, and she didn't see anyone.
This is a beautiful starry sky. The air is still mild-it's early September. She walked in.
The graveyard of the church, until you come to a small grave. The grave is like a big flower, emitting fragrance. She sits.
Bow your head and walk to the grave. Her eyes seem to see her beloved child through the tight soil. She can still
Vividly remember the child's smile: she will never forget the kind expression in the child's eyes-even when he is lying in bed.
When I was in the hospital bed, I still had this expression in my eyes. Every time she bent down to hold his weak little hand.
Hou, his eyes seemed to reveal her infinite worries. She is sitting next to his grave now, just like sitting on the edge of his cradle.
Sample. But now she is in tears. These tears fell on the grave.
"You are going to find your children!" Said a voice beside her. This is a loud and deep voice,
Stab her in the heart. She looked up and saw a man standing beside her. The man was dressed in wide mourning clothes, and his head
Wearing a low hat; But she can see the face under the hat. This is solemn, but it is enough to make people trust.
Face. His eyes sparkled with the light of youth.
"To find my children?" She repeated what the man said. There was an urgent plea in her voice.
Son.
"Do you dare to follow me?" The figure said. "I am death!"
She nodded her head in agreement. So she immediately felt that all the stars above were shining like a full moon. she
I saw all kinds of flowers on the grave. The soil layer is slowly and gently separated to both sides like a light curtain. She sank.
Come down, the ghost covered her with his black mourning clothes. This is night, the night of death. She sank deeper and deeper than the church keeper's shovel.
The child can dig deeper. The churchyard now seems to be the roof over her head.
One side of the mourning was lifted; She appeared in a solemn hall. The hall spread out in all directions, showing a happy atmosphere.
A warm atmosphere. It was dusk all around, but just then, her child appeared in front of her. She's nervous.
Put your arm around him and stick to your heart. He smiled at her, which was the most beautiful smile ever. She let out a scream.
Call, but no one can hear it, because there is sweet and loud music, sometimes near, sometimes far away.
Suddenly it seems to be right next to her. Such a happy tone has never been heard in her ears. It comes from big black curtains.
Outside-the curtain that separates this hall from that great and eternal country.
"My dear mother! Give birth to me and raise my mother! " She heard her children call it that.
The voice is so familiar and affectionate. She kissed him again and again with infinite happiness. The child pointed to the black one.
Door curtain.
"The world can't be so beautiful! Mom, look! Look at all this carefully! This is happiness! "
But mom didn't see anything. There is nothing but the night where the child is pointing. She used the world.
Your eyes can't see what the child called by God himself can see. She can only hear the tone of the music, but
Can't tell the difference between words-the words she should believe.
"Mom, now I can fly!" The child said, "I want to fly to God with many other happy children."
Let's go I long to fly away, but when you cry, when you cry like this, I can't leave.
You're finished. How I want to fly! Can I fly away? Dear mom, you can come to me soon.
Yes! "
"Oh, stop flying! Oh, don't fly! " She said. "Stay for a while. I want to see you again and kiss you again.
Hold you in my arms again! "
So she kissed him and hugged him tightly. At this moment, there was a voice calling her name-it was a kind of mourning.
The voice of mourning. What does this mean?
"Did you hear that?" The child asked. "That's dad calling you."
After a while, there was another deep sigh, like that of a crying child.
"This is the voice of my sisters!" The child said. "Mom, you haven't forgotten them, have you?"
So she thought of the children who stayed at home. She felt a twinge of fear. She stared ahead. there are many people
Shadows floated by, and several of them seemed familiar to her. They drifted across the hall of death to the front of the darkness, so
It's gone. Are her husband and daughter among these ghosts? No, their cries, their sighs,
Still floating from above: for the sake of the dead children, she almost forgot them.
"Mom, the bell in the sky has rung!" The child said. "Mom, the sun is out!"
Then there was a bright light coming at her. The child disappeared and she was lifted into the air, surrounded by cold air. She lifted it.
First, I found myself in the churchyard, next to my son's grave. When she dreams, God comes to comfort her and make her
Reason shines. She knelt down and prayed:
"Oh, my God! Please forgive me for trying to stop an immortal soul from flying away and forgetting what you left for the living.
Responsibility! "
After she said these words, her heart seemed a lot easier. The sun came out and a bird sang on her head.
The church bells are calling people to say morning prayers. There is a sacred atmosphere around her, and she also has a sacred heart.
Feeling! She knew God, she knew her responsibility, and hurried home with longing. She bent down to her husband.
Waist, with a warm, warm kiss woke him up. They said sweet and warm words. She is strong and gentle now.
Get up-like a housewife. Now there is a confident power in her heart.
"providence is always the best!"
Her husband asked her, "Where did you get this strength-this quiet mood?"
She kissed him and kissed her child.
"I got it from God through the children in the grave."
( 1859)
This is a prose poem, which was first published in the New Nordic Poetry and Fen published in Stockholm in February. 1859.
Silhouettes of Dutch, Danish and Swedish writers
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Tare weight). Andersen said in his notes: "The children in the grave, like the mother's story, give."
I am happier than any of my works, because many deeply sad mothers get comfort and strength from it. "this
On the surface, this story praises God's "love" and kindness, but it really describes the greatness of her mother: she must love death.
The dead child should also protect the living relatives, and she should struggle between "love" and "responsibility of life" to maintain peace.
Constant. Andersen couldn't solve this problem, so he had to turn to "God"-this shows the frequency of a writer's progress.
Fight for the soul.