第 2 节
作者:冷如冰      更新:2021-03-11 18:26      字数:3743
  happiness; the theatre。 It was on a winter day; one of those days in
  which one has a couple of hours of daylight; with a gray sky。 It was
  terribly cold and snowy; but aunt must go to the theatre。 A little
  opera and a great ballet were performed; and a prologue and an
  epilogue into the bargain; and that would last till late at night。 Our
  aunt must needs go; so she borrowed a pair of fur boots of her lodger…
  boots with fur inside and out; and which reached far up her legs。
  She got to the theatre; and to her box; the boots were warm; and
  she kept them on。 Suddenly there was a cry of 〃Fire!〃 Smoke was coming
  from one of the side scenes; and streamed down from the flies; and
  there was a terrible panic。 The people came rushing out; and our
  aunt was the last in the box; 〃on the second tier; left…hand side; for
  from there the scenery looks best;〃 she used to say。 〃The scenes are
  always arranged that they look best from the King's side。〃 Aunt wanted
  to come out; but the people before her; in their fright and
  heedlessness; slammed the door of the box; and there sat our aunt; and
  couldn't get out; and couldn't get in; that is to say; she couldn't
  get into the next box; for the partition was too high for her。 She
  called out; and no one heard her; she looked down into the tier of
  boxes below her; and it was empty; and low; and looked quite near; and
  aunt in her terror felt quite young and light。 She thought of
  jumping down; and had got one leg over the partition; the other
  resting on the bench。 There she sat astride; as if on horseback;
  well wrapped up in her flowered cloak with one leg hanging out… a
  leg in a tremendous fur boot。 That was a sight to behold; and when
  it was beheld; our aunt was heard too; and was saved from burning; for
  the theatre was not burned down。
  That was the most memorable evening of her life; and she was
  glad that she could not see herself; for she would have died with
  confusion。
  Her benefactor in the machinery department; Herr Sivertsen;
  visited her every Sunday; but it was a long time from Sunday to
  Sunday。 In the latter time; therefore; she used to have in a little
  child 〃for the scraps;〃 that is to say; to eat up the remains of the
  dinner。 It was a child employed in the ballet; one that certainly
  wanted feeding。 The little one used to appear; sometimes as an elf;
  sometimes as a page; the most difficult part she had to play was the
  lion's hind leg in the 〃Magic Flute;〃 but as she grew larger she could
  represent the fore…feet of the lion。 She certainly only got half a
  guilder for that; whereas the hind legs were paid for with a whole
  guilder; but then she had to walk bent; and to do without fresh air。
  〃That was all very interesting to hear;〃 said our aunt。
  She deserved to live as long as the theatre stood; but she could
  not last so long; and she did not die in the theatre; but
  respectably in her bed。 Her last words were; moreover; not without
  meaning。 She asked;
  〃What will the play be to…morrow?〃
  At her death she left about five hundred dollars。 We presume
  this from the interest; which came to twenty dollars。 This our aunt
  had destined as a legacy for a worthy old spinster who had no friends;
  it was to be devoted to a yearly subscription for a place in the
  second tier; on the left side; for the Saturday evening; 〃for on
  that evening two pieces were always given;〃 it said in the will; and
  the only condition laid upon the person who enjoyed the legacy was;
  that she should think; every Saturday evening; of our aunt; who was
  lying in her grave。
  This was our aunt's religion。
  THE END
  。