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DANSK

Hans gifter sig

ENGLISH

Hans married


Der var engang en ung bondekarl, som hed Hans. Hans fætter ville gerne have, at han skulle have en rig kone. Så lod han Hans sætte sig ved kakkelovnen og fyrede godt i. Derpå hentede han en skål mælk og en hel mængde hvedebrød, gav ham en ny, blank skilling i hånden og sagde: "Hold godt fast på skillingen og bræk hvedebrødet i mælken og bliv siddende der, uden at røre dig, til jeg kommer igen." - "Det skal jeg nok," sagde Hans. Fætteren tog nu et par gamle, plettede bukser på, gik hen i en anden landsby til en rig bondepige og sagde: "Vil I ikke gifte jer med min fætter Hans? I får en brav, flink mand, som I vil synes godt om." - "Hvordan står det til med hans penge?" spurgte den gerrige bonde, "har han noget at byde og bryde." - "Ja vist, min ven," svarede bejleren, "min unge fætter sidder lunt og godt, har en ny, blank skilling i hånden og har også noget at byde og bryde. Han ejer heller ikke færre pletter (sådan kalder man jordejendomme) end jeg," og dermed slog han sig på sine plettede bukser, "hvis I vil gøre jer den ulejlighed at gå hjem med mig, skal I nok i rette tid få at se, at det altsammen er, som jeg siger." Den gamle gnier ville ikke lade den gode lejlighed slippe sig af hænde og sagde: "Når det står sådan til, har jeg ikke noget imod partiet."

Brylluppet blev nu fejret på den fastsatte dag, og da den unge kone ville ud på marken og se sin mands ejendomme, tog Hans først sit søndagstøj af og sine plettede klæder på: "Ellers kunne jeg let ødelægge mine gode klæder," sagde han. De gik nu sammen ud i marken og når der stod en vinranke ved vejen eller marken og engen var delt, pegede Hans derpå og viste så med fingeren på en stor eller lille plet på sit tøj og sagde: "Den plet er min, og den der også. Se bare på den, min ven." Dermed mente han, at hans kone skulle ikke glo ud over markerne, men se på hans klæder, som var hans egne.

"Var du også med til brylluppet." - "Ja, jeg var der i mine allerbedste klæder. Min hovedpynt var af sne, og så kom solen og smeltede den, min kjole var af spindelvæv, og så gik jeg gennem en tjørnehæk, der flåede den af mig, mine tøfler var af glas, og da stødte jeg mod en sten, og kling klang, sprang de itu."
There was once upon a time a young peasant named Hans, whose uncle wanted to find him a rich wife. He therefore seated Hans behind the stove, and had it made very hot. Then he fetched a pot of milk and plenty of white bread, gave him a bright newly-coined farthing in his hand, and said, "Hans, hold that farthing fast, crumble the white bread into the milk, and stay where you are, and do not stir from that spot till I come back." - "Yes," said Hans, "I will do all that." Then the wooer put on a pair of old patched trousers, went to a rich peasant's daughter in the next village, and said, "Won't you marry my nephew Hans -- you will get an honest and sensible man who will suit you?" The covetous father asked, "How is it with regard to his means? Has he bread to break?" - "Dear friend," replied the wooer, "my young nephew has a snug berth, a nice bit of money in hand, and plenty of bread to break, besides he has quite as many patches as I have," (and as he spoke, he slapped the patches on his trousers, but in that district small pieces of land were called patches also.) "If you will give yourself the trouble to go home with me, you shall see at once that all is as I have said." Then the miser did not want to lose this good opportunity, and said, "If that is the case, I have nothing further to say against the marriage."
So the wedding was celebrated on the appointed day, and when the young wife went out of doors to see the bridegroom's property, Hans took off his Sunday coat and put on his patched smock-frock and said, "I might spoil my good coat." Then together they went out and wherever a boundary line came in sight, or fields and meadows were divided from each other, Hans pointed with his finger and then slapped either a large or a small patch on his smock-frock, and said, "That patch is mine, and that too, my dearest, just look at it," meaning thereby that his wife should not stare at the broad land, but look at his garment, which was his own.

"Were you indeed at the wedding?" - "Yes, indeed I was there, and in full dress. My head-dress was of snow; then the sun came out, and it was melted. My coat was of cobwebs, and I had to pass by some thorns which tore it off me, my shoes were of glass, and I pushed against a stone and they said, "Klink," and broke in two.