The Dryad, part 3 The Dryad, part 3 of «Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen» by H. C. Andersen: the whole text, 153 sentences and 2588 words. Every sentence has its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself; 2 of them are in the tales treebank and were checked by a teacher model.
1 A heavy stone slab was turned and then lifted. 2 She did not understand why. 3 She saw an opening that led into the depths below. 4 The strangers stepped down, leaving the starlit air and the cheerful life of the upper world behind them. 5 "I am afraid," said one of the women who stood around, to her husband, "I cannot venture to go down, nor do I care for the wonders down yonder. 6 You had better stay here with me." 7 "Indeed, and travel home," said the man, "and quit Paris without having seen the most wonderful thing of all--the real wonder of the present period, created by the power and resolution of one man!" 8 "I will not go down for all that," was the reply. 9 "The wonder of the present time," it had been called. 10 The Dryad had heard and had understood it. 11 The goal of her ardent longing had thus been reached, and here was the entrance to it. 12 Down into the depths below Paris? 13 She had not thought of such a thing; but now she heard it said, and saw the strangers descending, and went after them. 14 The staircase was of cast iron, spiral, broad and easy. 15 Below there burned a lamp, and farther down, another. 16 They stood in a labyrinth of endless halls and arched passages, all communicating with each other. 17 All the streets and lanes of Paris were to be seen here again, as in a dim reflection. 18 The names were painted up; and every house above had its number down here also, and struck its roots under the macadamized quays of a broad canal, in which the muddy water flowed onward. 19 Over it the fresh streaming water was carried on arches; and quite at the top hung the tangled net of gas-pipes and telegraph-wires. 20 In the distance lamps gleamed, like a reflection from the world-city above. 21 Every now and then a dull rumbling was heard. 22 This came from the heavy wagons rolling over the entrance bridges. 23 Whither had the Dryad come? 24 You have, no doubt, heard of the CATACOMBS? 25 Now they are vanishing points in that new underground world--that wonder of the present day--the sewers of Paris. 26 The Dryad was there, and not in the world's Exhibition in the Champ de Mars. 27 She heard exclamations of wonder and admiration. 28 "From here go forth health and life for thousands upon thousands up yonder! 29 Our time is the time of progress, with its manifold blessings." 30 Such was the opinion and the speech of men; but not of those creatures who had been born here, and who built and dwelt here--of the rats, namely, who were squeaking to one another in the clefts of a crumbling wall, quite plainly, and in a way the Dryad understood well. 31 A big old Father-Rat, with his tail bitten off, was relieving his feelings in loud squeaks; and his family gave their tribute of concurrence to every word he said: 32 "I am disgusted with this man-mewing," he cried--"with these outbursts of ignorance. 33 A fine magnificence, truly! all made up of gas and petroleum! 34 I can't eat such stuff as that. 35 Everything here is so fine and bright now, that one's ashamed of one's self, without exactly knowing why. 36 Ah, if we only lived in the days of tallow candles! and it does not lie so very far behind us. 37 That was a romantic time, as one may say." 38 "What are you talking of there?" asked the Dryad. " 39 I have never seen you before. 40 What is it you are talking about?" 41 "Of the glorious days that are gone," said the Rat--"of the happy time of our great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers. 42 Then it was a great thing to get down here. 43 That was a rat's nest quite different from Paris. 44 Mother Plague used to live here then; she killed people, but never rats. 45 Robbers and smugglers could breathe freely here. 46 Here was the meeting-place of the most interesting personages, whom one now only gets to see in the theatres where they act melodrama, up above. 47 The time of romance is gone even in our rat's nest; and here also fresh air and petroleum have broken in." 48 Thus squeaked the Rat; he squeaked in honor of the old time, when Mother Plague was still alive. 49 A carriage stopped, a kind of open omnibus, drawn by swift horses. 50 The company mounted and drove away along the Boulevard de Sebastopol, that is to say, the underground boulevard, over which the well-known crowded street of that name extended. 51 The carriage disappeared in the twilight; the Dryad disappeared, lifted to the cheerful freshness above. 52 Here, and not below in the vaulted passages, filled with heavy air, the wonder work must be found which she was to seek in her short lifetime. 53 It must gleam brighter than all the gas-flames, stronger than the moon that was just gliding past. 54 Yes, certainly, she saw it yonder in the distance, it gleamed before her, and twinkled and glittered like the evening star in the sky. 55 She saw a glittering portal open, that led to a little garden, where all was brightness and dance music. 56 Colored lamps surrounded little lakes, in which were water-plants of colored metal, from whose flowers jets of water spurted up. 57 Beautiful weeping willows, real products of spring, hung their fresh branches over these lakes like a fresh, green, transparent, and yet screening veil. 58 In the bushes burnt an open fire, throwing a red twilight over the quiet huts of branches, into which the sounds of music penetrated--an ear tickling, intoxicating music, that sent the blood coursing through the veins. 59 Beautiful girls in festive attire, with pleasant smiles on their lips, and the light spirit of youth in their hearts--"Marys," with roses in their hair, but without carriage and postilion--flitted to and fro in the wild dance. 60 Where were the heads, where the feet? checked by a teacher 61 As if stung by tarantulas, they sprang, laughed, rejoiced, as if in their ecstacies they were going to embrace all the world. 62 The Dryad felt herself torn with them into the whirl of the dance. 63 Round her delicate foot clung the silken boot, chestnut brown in color, like the ribbon that floated from her hair down upon her bare shoulders. 64 The green silk dress waved in large folds, but did not entirely hide the pretty foot and ankle. 65 Had she come to the enchanted Garden of Armida? 66 What was the name of the place? checked by a teacher 67 The name glittered in gas-jets over the entrance. 68 It was "Mabille." 69 The soaring upwards of rockets, the splashing of fountains, and the popping of champagne corks accompanied the wild bacchantic dance. 70 Over the whole glided the moon through the air, clear, but with a somewhat crooked face. 71 A wild joviality seemed to rush through the Dryad, as though she were intoxicated with opium. 72 Her eyes spoke, her lips spoke, but the sound of violins and of flutes drowned the sound of her voice. 73 Her partner whispered words to her which she did not understand, nor do we understand them. 74 He stretched out his arms to draw her to him, but he embraced only the empty air. 75 The Dryad had been carried away, like a rose-leaf on the wind. 76 Before her she saw a flame in the air, a flashing light high up on a tower. 77 The beacon light shone from the goal of her longing, shone from the red lighthouse tower of the Fata Morgana of the Champ de Mars. 78 Thither she was carried by the wind. 79 She circled round the tower; the workmen thought it was a butterfly that had come too early, and that now sank down dying. 80 The moon shone bright, gas-lamps spread light around, through the halls, over the all-world's buildings scattered about, over the rose-hills and the rocks produced by human ingenuity, from which waterfalls, driven by the power of "Master Bloodless," fell down. 81 The caverns of the sea, the depths of the lakes, the kingdom of the fishes were opened here. 82 Men walked as in the depths of the deep pond, and held converse with the sea, in the diving-bell of glass. 83 The water pressed against the strong glass walls above and on every side. 84 The polypi, eel-like living creatures, had fastened themselves to the bottom, and stretched out arms, fathoms long, for prey. 85 A big turbot was making himself broad in front, quietly enough, but not without casting some suspicious glances aside. 86 A crab clambered over him, looking like a gigantic spider, while the shrimps wandered about in restless haste, like the butterflies and moths of the sea. 87 In the fresh water grew water-lilies, nymphaea, and reeds; the gold-fishes stood up below in rank and file, all turning their heads one way, that the streaming water might flow into their mouths. 88 Fat carps stared at the glass wall with stupid eyes. 89 They knew that they were here to be exhibited, and that they had made the somewhat toilsome journey hither in tubs filled with water; and they thought with dismay of the land-sickness from which they had suffered so cruelly on the railway. 90 They had come to see the Exhibition, and now contemplated it from their fresh or salt-water position. 91 They looked attentively at the crowds of people who passed by them early and late. 92 All the nations in the world, they thought, had made an exhibition of their inhabitants, for the edification of the soles and haddocks, pike and carp, that they might give their opinions upon the different kinds. 93 "Those are scaly animals" said a little slimy Whiting. " 94 They put on different scales two or three times a day, and they emit sounds which they call speaking. 95 We don't put on scales, and we make ourselves understood in an easier way, simply by twitching the corners of our mouths and staring with our eyes. 96 We have a great many advantages over mankind." 97 "But they have learned swimming of us," remarked a well-educated Codling. " 98 You must know I come from the great sea outside. 99 In the hot time of the year the people yonder go into the water; first they take off their scales, and then they swim. 100 They have learnt from the frogs to kick out with their hind legs, and row with their fore paws. ← previous The Dryad, part 2next → The Dryad, part 4↑ back to Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen This page in Markdown → https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/26/