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    The Snow Queen: Bilingual Edition (English – Russian)
    The Snow Queen: Bilingual Edition (English – Russian)
    The Snow Queen: Bilingual Edition (English – Russian)
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    The Snow Queen: Bilingual Edition (English – Russian)

    By Hans Christian Andersen

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    Instead of memorizing vocabulary words, work your way through an actual well-written novel. Even novices can follow along as each individual English paragraph is paired with the corresponding Russian paragraph. It won't be an easy project, but you'll learn a lot.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPublishdrive
    Release dateJul 17, 2018
    The Snow Queen: Bilingual Edition (English – Russian)
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    Hans Christian Andersen

    Hans Christian Andersen was born in Odense, Denmark, in 1805. He endured a lonely, impoverished childhood consoled by little more than his own imagination. He escaped to a theatre life in Copenhagen aged 14 where the support of a powerful patron enabled him to complete his scant education, and to write. His poetry, novels and travel books became hugely popular. But it was his Fairy Tales, the first children's stories of their kind, published in instalments from 1835 until the time of his death in 1875, that have immortalised him. Translated into more than 100 languages and adapted to every kind of media, they have made Andersen the most important children's writer in history.

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      The Snow Queen - Hans Christian Andersen

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      CHAPTER ONE - WHICH DESCRIBES A LOOKING-GLASS AND THE BROKEN FRAGMENTS.

      РАССКАЗ ПЕРВЫЙ - ЗЕРКАЛО И ЕГО ОСКОЛКИ

      You must attend to the commencement of this story, for when we get to the end we shall know more than we do now about a very wicked hobgoblin; he was one of the very worst, for he was a real demon. One day, when he was in a merry mood, he made a looking-glass which had the power of making everything good or beautiful that was reflected in it almost shrink to nothing, while everything that was worthless and bad looked increased in size and worse than ever.

      Ну, начнём! Дойдя до конца нашей истории, мы будем знать больше, чем теперь. Так вот, жил-был тролль, злющий-презлющий; то был сам дьявол. Раз он был в особенно хорошем расположении духа: он смастерил такое зеркало, в котором всё доброе и прекрасное уменьшалось донельзя, всё же негодное и безобразное, напротив, выступало ещё ярче, казалось ещё хуже.

      The most lovely landscapes appeared like boiled spinach, and the people became hideous, and looked as if they stood on their heads and had no bodies.

      Прелестнейшие ландшафты выглядели в нём варёным шпинатом, а лучшие из людей — уродами или казались стоящими кверху ногами и без животов!

      Their countenances were so distorted that no one could recognize them, and even one freckle on the face appeared to spread over the whole of the nose and mouth. The demon said this was very amusing. When a good or pious thought passed through the mind of any one it was misrepresented in the glass; and then how the demon laughed at his cunning invention. All who went to the demon's school- for he kept a school- talked everywhere of the wonders they had seen, and declared that people could now, for the first time, see what the world and mankind were really like. They carried the glass about everywhere, till at last there was not a land nor a people who had not been looked at through this distorted mirror.

      Лица искажались до того, что нельзя было и узнать их; случись же у кого на лице веснушка или родинка, она расплывалась во всё лицо. Дьявола всё это ужасно потешало. Добрая, благочестивая человеческая мысль отражалась в зеркале невообразимой гримасой, так что тролль не мог не хохотать, радуясь своей выдумке. Все ученики тролля — у него была своя школа — рассказывали о зеркале, как о каком-то чуде.

      — Теперь только, — говорили они, — можно увидеть весь мир и людей в их настоящем свете!

      И вот, они бегали с зеркалом повсюду; скоро не осталось ни одной страны, ни одного человека, которые бы не отразились в нём в искажённом виде.

      They wanted even to fly with it up to heaven to see the angels, but the higher they flew the more slippery the glass became, and they could scarcely hold it, till at last it slipped from their hands, fell to the earth, and was broken into millions of pieces. But now the looking-glass caused more unhappiness than ever, for some of the fragments were not so large as a grain of sand, and they flew about the world into every country. When one of these tiny atoms flew into a person's eye, it stuck there unknown to him, and from that moment he saw everything through a distorted medium, or could see only the worst side of what he looked at, for even the smallest fragment retained the same power which had belonged to the whole mirror.

      Напоследок захотелось им добраться и до неба, чтобы посмеяться над ангелами и самим Творцом. Чем выше поднимались они, тем сильнее кривлялось и корчилось зеркало от гримас; они еле-еле удерживали его в руках. Но вот они поднялись ещё, и вдруг зеркало так перекосило, что оно вырвалось у них

      из рук, полетело на землю и разбилось вдребезги. Миллионы, биллионы его осколков наделали, однако, ещё больше бед, чем само зеркало. Некоторые из них были не больше песчинки, разлетелись по белу свету, попадали, случалось, людям в глаза и так там и оставались. Человек же с таким осколком в глазу начинал видеть всё навыворот или замечать в каждой вещи одни лишь дурные её стороны, — ведь, каждый осколок сохранял свойство, которым отличалось само зеркало.

      Some few persons even got a fragment of the looking-glass in their hearts, and this was very terrible, for their hearts became cold like a lump of ice. A few of the pieces were so large that they could be used as window-panes; it would have been a sad thing to look at our friends through them. Other pieces were made into spectacles; this was dreadful for those who wore them, for they could see nothing either rightly or justly. At all this the wicked demon laughed till his sides shook- it tickled him so to see the mischief he had done. There were still a number of these little fragments of glass floating about in the air, and now you shall hear what happened with one of them.

      Некоторым людям осколки попадали прямо в сердце, и это было хуже всего: сердце превращалось в кусок льда. Были между этими осколками и большие, такие, что их можно было вставить в оконные рамы, но уж в эти окна не стоило смотреть на своих добрых друзей. Наконец, были и такие осколки, которые пошли на очки, только беда была, если люди надевали их, с целью смотреть на вещи и судить о них вернее! А злой тролль хохотал до колик, так приятно щекотал его успех его выдумки. Но по свету летало ещё много осколков зеркала. Послушаем же!

      CHAPTER TWO - A LITTLE BOY AND A LITTLE GIRL

      РАССКАЗ ВТОРОЙ - МАЛЬЧИК И ДЕВОЧКА

      In a large town, full of houses and people, there is not room for everybody to have even a little garden, therefore they are obliged to be satisfied with a few flowers in flower-pots. In one of these large towns lived two poor children who had a garden something larger and better than a few flower-pots. They were not brother and sister, but they loved each other almost as much as if they had been. Their parents lived opposite to each other in two garrets, where the roofs of neighboring houses projected out towards each other and the water-pipe ran between them. In each house was a little window, so that any one could step across the gutter from one window to the other.

      В большом городе, где столько домов и людей, что не всем и каждому удаётся отгородить себе хоть маленькое местечко для садика, и где, поэтому, большинству жителей приходится довольствоваться комнатными цветами в горшках — жили двое бедных детей, но у них был садик побольше цветочного

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