안데르센의 이야기 / What the Moon Saw and Other Tales (영문판, 삽화 포함)

H. C. 안데르센 지음

아이보리잉크 2025년 06월 13일 출간

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* 이 도서는 영어만으로 구성되어 있습니다.
H. C. 안데르센의 덜 알려진 보석 같은 단편 45편을 한데 모은 컬렉션이다. 제목작 '달이 본 풍경'은 달빛을 통해 펼쳐지는 세계 각지의 풍경과 인간 군상을 시적 이미지로 그려내며, '장난감 병정', '차가운 차' 등도 일상의 사소한 대상에서 삶의 진리를 끌어올리는 안데르센 특유의 상상력이 돋보인다. 이번 영문판은 19세기 초판에 실린 섬세한 스틸판 삽화를 복원해 독자를 동화적 분위기로 초대하며, 매끄럽게 현대화한 영어 번역 덕분에 원문 특유의 리듬과 따뜻한 유머를 그대로 맛볼 수 있다. 영어 학습자는 물론, 아동문학·판타지 연구자에게도 가치 있는 자료가 될 것이다.

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It is a strange thing, that when I feel most fervently and most deeply, my hands and my tongue seem alike tied, so that I cannot rightly describe or accurately portray the thoughts that are rising within me; and yet I am a painter: my eye tells me as much as that, and all my friends who have seen my sketches and fancies say the same.
I am a poor lad, and live in one of the narrowest of lanes; but I do not want for light, as my room is high up in the house, with an extensive prospect over the neighbouring roofs. During the first few days I went to live in the town, I felt low-spirited and solitary enough. Instead of the forest and the green hills of former days, I had here only a forest of chimney-pots to look out upon. And then I had not a single friend; not one familiar face greeted me.
So one evening I sat at the window, in a desponding mood; and presently I opened the casement and looked out. Oh, how my heart leaped up with joy! Here was a well-known face at last—a round, friendly countenance, the face of a good friend I had known at home. In, fact it was the that looked in upon me. He was quite unchanged, the dear old Moon, and had the same face exactly that he used to show when he peered down upon me through the willow trees on the moor. I kissed my hand to him over and over again, as he shone far into my little room; and he, for his part, promised me that every evening, when he came abroad, he would look in upon me for a few moments. This promise he has faithfully kept. It is a pity that he can only stay such a short time when he comes. Whenever he appears, he tells me of one thing or another that he has seen on the previous night, or on that same evening. "Just paint the scenes I describe to you"—this is what he said to me—"and you will have a very pretty picture-book." I have followed his injunction for many evenings. I could make up a new "Thousand and One Nights," in my own way, out of these pictures, but the number might be too great, after all. The pictures I have here given have not been chosen at random, but follow in their proper order, just as they were described to me. Some great gifted painter, or some poet or musician, may make something more of them if he likes; what I have given here are only hasty sketches, hurriedly put upon the paper, with some of my own thoughts interspersed; for the Moon did not come to me every evening—a cloud sometimes hid his face from me.
"Last night"—I am quoting the Moon’s own words—"last night I was gliding through the cloudless Indian sky. My face was mirrored in the waters of the Ganges, and my beams strove to pierce through the thick intertwining boughs of the bananas, arching beneath me like the tortoise’s shell. Forth from the thicket tripped a Hindoo maid, light as a gazelle, beautiful as Eve. Airy and ethereal as a vision, and yet sharply defined amid the surrounding shadows, stood this daughter of Hindostan: I could read on her delicate brow the thought that had brought her hither. The thorny creeping plants tore her sandals, but for all that she came rapidly forward. The deer that had come down to the river to quench their thirst, sprang by with a startled bound, for in her hand the maiden bore a lighted lamp. I could see the blood in her delicate finger tips, as she spread them for a screen before the dancing flame. She came down to the stream, and set the lamp upon the water, and let it float away. The flame flickered to and fro, and seemed ready to expire; but still the lamp burned on, and the girl’s black sparkling eyes, half veiled behind their long silken lashes, followed it with a gaze of earnest intensity. She knew that if the lamp continued to burn so long as she could keep it in sight, her betrothed was still alive; but if the lamp was suddenly extinguished, he was dead. And the lamp burned bravely on, and she fell on her knees, and prayed. Near her in the grass lay a speckled snake, but she heeded it not—she thought only of Bramah and of her betrothed. ‘He lives!’ she shouted joyfully, ‘he lives!’ And from the mountains the echo came back upon her, ‘he lives!’"

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저자(글) H. C. 안데르센

한스 크리스티안 안데르센(Hans Christian Andersen, 1805 – 1875)은 덴마크 오덴세에서 태어난 세계적인 동화 작가이자 시인이다. 가난한 구두 수선공의 아들로 태어나 코펜하겐에서 배우를 지망했으나, 글쓰기로 방향을 전환해 '즉흥시인'(1835)으로 문단에 데뷔했다. 같은 해 발표한 '안데르센 동화집'이 큰 호응을 얻으며 "현대 동화의 창시자"로 불린다.