英語聞き流し10分間、アナと雪の女王 2

0:00英語を聞き流し10分間、メンサクリスニング、英語テキストとMP3ダウンロード、その他の物語はホームページよりご利用いただけます。 8-8-T-H-P-P.com M, as it seemed to her blue waves nodded in a strange manner, then she took off her red shoes, the most precious things she possessed, and threw them both into the river. But they fell close to the bank, and the little waves bore them immediately to land, it was as if the stream would not take what was dears to her, for in reality it had not got little K, but Gert thought that she had not thrown the shoes out far enough, so she clambered into a boat which lay among the rushes, went to the farthest end, and threw out the shoes. But the boat was not fastened, 味再も不安だな、元気に変わるまでも良いですが、 あなたのお金を間を持って、

1:00洗浄時判決してきて、 がねぎを取り上げたことができましたが、 広々でポッドを使いました。 献名は敵がやて、 大扇のの中ができると、 アルコロの予定は死にかかないと、 不安は死にかかると、 アルコロでお金を取り上げたことができることができましたが、 その時 наб delivers maybe some for swimming behind the boat ns he could not reach?" Cismo やたくなりだしてきた キャラ山更だ Can't be allied way うんなわ それはヤラララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララララ another look but he didn't notice us as he育うのでしょう 女子と者でいちないよ 彼女物が最初の真相に しないわ 外で変わらず乱ッに、何 The Great is mine? このスウエルは何かあったんでしょうか アースをキズメしてるだけ、 この需要が surabl... 彼はそれを作りながら谷の仕方がありました 私がわかる、なにか知ったコロントは

2:01いっきり彼は、ukaraの仕方が 生涯なのが鴛したのだったのですが 彼は、私は今から、 これはとても変わっているのです 彼は、とてもそのような仕方が 可以さが誕生されたのですが やらず pangry's ればリストは 一つやらず、私がきれいさを パンバーで Batalad線の妙いはないんだな教えさんが 誰だなあ以下俺は マッ visualization And Gerta told her all, and the old woman shook her head and said, Ehim. Ehim. And when Gerta had told her everything, and asked her if she had not seen Little K, the woman answered that he had not passed there, but he no doubt would come, and she told her not to be cast down, but taste her cherries, and look at her flowers, which were finer than any in a picture book, each of which could tell a whole story. She then took Gerta by the hand,

3:02led her into the little cottage and locked the door. The windows were very high up, the glass was red, blue, and green, and the sunlight shone through quite wondrously in all sorts of colors. On the table stood the most exquisite cherries, and Gerta ate as many as she chose, for she had permission to do so. While she was eating, the old woman combed her hair with a golden comb, and her hair curled and shone with a lovely golden color around that sweet little face, which was so round and so like a rose. I have often long for such a dear little girl, said the old woman. Now you shall see how well we agreed together, and while she combed Little Gert his hair, the child forgot her foster brother came more and more, for the old woman understood magic, but she was no evil being, she only practiced witchcraft a little for her own private amusement, and now she wanted very much to keep Little Gerta. She therefore went out in the garden, stretched out her crooked stick towards the rose bushes, which, beautifully as they were blowing, all sank into the earth and no one could tell where they had stood. The old woman feared that if Gerta should see the roses, she would then think of her own,

4:03would remember Little K and run away from her. She now led Gerta into the flower garden. Oh, what odor and what loveliness was there? Every flower that one could think of, and of every season, stood there in fullest bloom, no picture book could be gayer or more beautiful. Gerta jumped for joy, and played till the sunset behind the tall cherry tree. She then had a pretty bed, with a red silken coverlet filled with blue violets. She fell asleep, and had his pleasant dreams as ever a queen on her wedding day. The next morning she went to play with the flowers in the warm sunshine, and thus passed away a day. Gerta knew every flower, and numerous as they were, it still seemed to Gerta that one was wanting, though she did not know which. One day while she was looking at the hat of the old woman painted with flowers, the most beautiful of them all seemed to her to be a rose. The old woman had forgotten to take it from her hat when she made the others vanish in the earth. But so it is when once thoughts are not collected. What, said Gerta? Are there no roses here? And she ran about amongst the flower beds and looked, and looked, but there was not one to be found.

5:05She then sat down and wept, but her hot tears fell just where a rose bush had sunk, and when her warm tears watered the ground, the tree shot up suddenly as fresh and blooming as when it had been swallowed up. Gerta kissed the roses, thought of her own deer roses at home, and with them of little Kay. Oh, how long I have stayed, said the little girl. I intended to look for Kay. Don't you know where he is? She asked of the roses. Do you think he is dead and gone? Did he certainly is not, said the roses. We have been in the earth where all the dead are, but Kay was not there. Many thanks, said little Gerta, and she went to the other flowers, looked into their cups, and asked, don't you know where little Kay is? But every flower stood in the sunshine, and dreamed its own fairy tale or its own story, and they all told her very many things, but not one knew anything of Kay. Well, what did the tiger Lily say? Here is Thou not the drum? Bum. Bum. Those are the only two tones. Always bum. Bum. Hark to the plaintive song of the old woman,

6:07to the call of the priests. The Hindu woman in her long robe stands upon the funeral pile. The flames rise around her and her dead husband, but the Hindu woman thinks on a living one in the surrounding circle. On him whose eyes burn hotter than the flames, on him, the fire of whose eyes pierces her heart more than the flames which soon will burn her body duchess. Can the hearts flame die on the flame of the funeral pile? I don't understand that at all, said Little Gerta. That is my story, said the Lily. What did the convolvulus say? Projecting over a narrow mountain path there hangs an old feudal castle. Thic ever greens grow on the dilapidated walls, and around the altar, where a lovely maiden is standing, she bends over the railing and looks out upon the rows. No fresher rows hangs on the branches than she, no apple blossom carried away by the wind is more buoyant. How her silk and robe is rustling. Is he not yet come? Is it K that you mean? Asked Little Gerta. I am speaking about my story, about my dream, answered the convolvulus. What did the snow drop say?

7:08Between the trees a long board is hanging, it is a swing. Two little girls are sitting in it, and swing themselves backwards and forwards. Their frocks are as wide as snow, and long green silk ribbons flutter from their bonnets. Their brother, who is older than they are, stands up in the swing, he twins his arms round the cords to hold himself fast, for in one hand he has a little cup, and in the other a clay pipe. He is blowing soap bubbles. The swing moves, and the bubbles float in charming changing colors, the last is still hanging to the end of the pipe, and rocks in the breeze. The swing moves. The little black dog, as light as a soap bubble, jumps up on his hind legs to try to get into the swing. It moves, the dog falls down, barks, and is angry. They tease him, the bubble bursts. A swing, a bursting bubble, such as my song. What you relate may be very pretty, but you tell it in so melancholy a manner, and do not mention K. What do the hyacinth say? There were once upon a time three sisters, quite transparent, and very beautiful. The robe of the one was red, that of the second blue, and that of the third white.

8:11They danced hand in hand beside the calm lake in the clear moonshine. They were not often maidens, but mortal children. A sweet fragrance was smelled, and the maidens vanished in the wood. The fragrance grew stronger, three coffins, and in them three lovely maidens, blighted out of the forest and across the lake, the shining glowworms flew around like little floating lights. Do the dancing maiden sleep, or are they dead? The odor of the flower says they are corpses, the evening belltolls for the dead. You make me quite sad, said little Gerda. I cannot help thinking of the dead maidens. Oh. Is little K really dead? The roses have been in the earth, and they say no. Ding, dong. Sounded the hyacinth bells. We do not toll for little K, we do not know him. That is our way of singing, the only one we have. And Gerda went to the ranunculuses, that looked forth from among the shining green leaves. You are a little bright sun, said Gerda. Tell me if you know where I can find my playfellow. And the renunculus shown brightly, and looked again at Gerda.

9:13What song could the renunculus sing? It was one that said nothing about K either. In a small court the bright sun was shining in the first days of spring. The beams glided down the white walls of a neighbor's house, and close by the fresh yellow flowers were growing, shining like gold in the warm sun rays. An old grandmother was sitting in the air, her granddaughter, the poor and lovely servant just come for a short visit. She knows her grandmother. There was gold, pure virgin gold in that blessed kiss. There, that is my little story, said the renunculus. My poor old grandmother, side Gerda. Yes, she is longing for me, no doubt, she is sorrowing for me, as she did for little K. But I will soon come home, and then I will bring K with me. It is of no use asking the flowers. They only know their own old rhymes, and can tell me nothing. And she tucked up her frock, to enable her to run quicker, but the Narcissus gave her a knock on the leg, just as she was going to jump over it. So she stood still, looked at the long yellow flower, and asked, you perhaps know something? And she bent down to the Narcissus.

10:14And what did it say? I can see myself, I can see myself. Oh, how would I am? Up in the little garter stands, half dressed, a little dancer. She stands now on one leg, now on both. She despises the whole world, yet she lives only in imagination. She pours water out of the teapot over a piece of stuff which she holds in her hand. It is the bodice, cleanliness is a fine thing. The white dress is hanging on the hook, it was washed in the teapot, and dried on the roof. She puts it on, ties a saffron-colored kerchief round her neck, and then the gown looks wider. I can see myself, I can see myself. That's nothing to me, said little girder. That does not concern me. And then off she ran to the further end of the garden. The gate was locked, but she shook the rusted bolt till it was loosened, and the gate opened, and little girder ran off barefooted into the wide world. She looked round her thrice, but no one followed her. At last she could run no longer, she sat down on a large stone. And when she looked about her, she saw that the summer had passed.

11:14It was laid in the autumn, but that one could not remark in the beautiful garden, where there was always sunshine, and where there were flowers the whole year round. Dear me, how long I have stayed, said girder. Autumn is come. I must not rest any longer. And she got up to go further. Oh, how tender and weird her little feet were. All around it looked so cold and raw, the long willow leaves were quite yellow, and the fog dripped from them like water, one leaf fell after the other, the slows only stood full of fruit, which set once teeth on edge. Oh, how dark and comfortless it was in the dreary world.