ENGLISH

Lean Lisa

DANSK

Den magre Lise


Lean Lisa was of a very different way of thinking from lazy Harry and fat Trina, who never let anything disturb their peace. She scoured everything with ashes, from morning till evening, and burdened her husband, Long Laurence, with so much work that he had heavier weights to carry than an ass with three sacks. It was, however, all to no purpose, they had nothing and came to nothing. One night as she lay in bed, and could hardly move one limb for weariness, she still did not allow her thoughts to go to sleep. She thrust her elbows into her husband's side, and said, "Listen, Lenz, to what I have been thinking: if I were to find one florin and one was given to me, I would borrow another to put to them, and thou too shouldst give me another, and then as soon as I had got the four florins together, I would buy a young cow." This pleased the husband right well. "It is true," said he, "that I do not know where I am to get the florin which thou wantest as a gift from me; but, if thou canst get the money together, and canst buy a cow with it, thou wilt do well to carry out thy project. I shall be glad," he added, "if the cow has a calf, and then I shall often get a drink of milk to refresh me." - "The milk is not for thee," said the woman, "we must let the calf suck that it may become big and fat, and we may be able to sell it well." - "Certainly," replied the man, "but still we will take a little milk; that will do no harm." - "Who has taught thee to manage cows?" said the woman; "Whether it does harm or not, I will not allow it, and even if thou wert to stand on thy head for it, thou shouldst not have a drop of the milk! Dost thou think, because there is no satisfying thee, Long Laurence, that thou art to eat up what I earn with so much difficulty?" - "Wife," said the man, "be quiet, or I will give thee a blow on thy mouth!" - "What!" cried she, "thou threatenest me, thou glutton, thou rascal, thou lazy Harry!" She was just laying hold of his hair, but long Laurence got up, seized both Lean Lisa's withered arms in one hand, and with the other he pressed down her head into the pillow, let her scold, and held her until she fell asleep for very weariness. Whether she continued to wrangle when she awoke next morning, or whether she went out to look for the florin which she wanted to find, that I know not.
Den magre Lise var lavet af en hel anden slags dej end den dovne Henrik og den tykke Trine, som ikke bestilte det allermindste. Hun sled i det fra morgen til aften og læssede så meget arbejde på sin mand, lange Jens, at han havde det drøjere end et æsel, der må slæbe tre sække. Men lige meget hjalp det. De havde ingenting, og de fik ingenting. En aften, da hun var kommet i seng og var så træt, at hun ikke kunne røre et lem, kunne hun alligevel ikke falde i søvn for alt det hun lå og tænkte på. Pludselig gav hun sin mand et puf i siden. "Ved du hvad, Jens," sagde hun, "jeg har ligget og tænkt på, at hvis jeg fandt en daler, og der var en der gav mig en, så ville jeg låne en til og du skulle også give mig en. Så havde jeg fire daler og så kunne jeg købe en ko." - "Jeg ved rigtignok ikke, hvor jeg skal få den daler fra," svarede manden, "men hvis du alligevel kan få fat i pengene og køber en ko, synes jeg, det er storartet." Han lå lidt og tænkte sig om og sagde så: "Det bliver også rart, når koen får en kalv, og jeg glæder mig rigtignok til at få dejlig nymalket mælk." - "Du skal virkelig ikke have mælken," sagde Lise. "Den skal kalven selvfølgelig drikke, så den kan blive stor og tyk og vi kan få mange penge for den." - "Ja naturligvis," svarede Jens, "men det kan da ikke gøre noget, at vi får en lille smule af den." - "Hvad forstand har du på køer," sagde konen, "og enten det skader eller ej, vil jeg ikke have det, og hvis du sætter dig på bagbenene, får du ikke en dråbe mælk. Fordi din lange fyr er så forslugen, så der ingen ende er på det, skal du ikke bilde dig ind, du får lov til at æde alt, hvad jeg med møje og besvær skraber sammen." - "Hvis du nu ikke tier stille, er det nok bedst, du får en mundkurv på," råbte manden. "Hvad for noget," skreg konen og for op, "sådan en lang, doven knægt." Hun ville tage fat i ham, men Jens rejste sig op, klemte med den ene hånd den magre Lises tynde arme sammen og pressede hendes hovede fast ned mod puden. Så kunne hun skælde så meget, hun ville, han holdt fast, lige til hun faldt i søvn af træthed. Men om de næste morgen begyndte at skændes igen eller om Lise gik ud for at lede efter den daler, som hun ville, se det ved jeg ikke.





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