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英语童话故事翻译 IN the high-road which led through a wood stood a solitary farm-house; the road, in fact, ranright through its yard. The sun was shining and all the windows were open; within the housepeople were very busy. In the yard, in an arbour formed by lilac bushes in full bloom, stood anopen coffin; thither they had carried a dead man, who was to be buried that very afternoon.Nobody shed a tear over him; his face was covered over with a white cloth, under his head theyhad placed a large thick book, the leaves of which consisted of folded sheets of blotting-paper,and withered flowers lay between them; it was the herbarium which he had gathered in variousplaces and was to be buried with him, according to his own wish. Every one of the flowers in itwas connected with some chapter of his life. Who is the dead man? we asked. The oldstudent, was the reply. They say that he was once an energetic young man, that he studiedthe dead languages, and sang and even composed many songs; then something hadhappened to him, and in consequence of this he gave himself up to drink, body and mind.When at last he had ruined his health, they brought him into the country, where someone paidfor his board and residence. He was gentle as a child as long as the sullen mood did not comeover him; but when it came he was fierce, became as strong as a giant, and ran about in thewood like a chased deer. But when we succeeded in bringing him home, and prevailed upon himto open the book with the dried-up plants in it, he would sometimes sit for a whole day lookingat this or that plant, while frequently the tears rolled over his cheeks. God knows what was inhis mind; but he requested us to put the book into his coffin, and now he lies there. In a littlewhile the lid will be placed upon the coffin, and he will have sweet rest in the grave! The clothwhich covered his face was lifted up; the dead mans face expressed peace- a sunbeam fellupon