安徒生童話故事第9篇：皇帝的新裝The Emperor’s New Suit
引導語：皇帝的新裝這篇安徒生童話故事應該是同學們最熟悉的了，因為小學的課本中有，我們一起來閱讀學習。
許多年以前有一位皇帝，他非常喜歡穿好看的新衣服。他為了要穿得漂亮，把所有的錢都花到衣服上去了，他一點也不關心他的軍隊，也不喜歡去看戲。除非是為了炫耀一下新衣服，他也不喜歡乘著馬車逛公園。他每天每個鐘頭要換一套新衣服。人們提到皇帝時總是說：“皇上在會議室裡。”但是人們一提到他時，總是說：“皇上在更衣室裡。”
在他住的那個大城市裡，生活很輕鬆，很愉快。每天有許多外國人到來。有一天來了兩個騙子。他們說他們是織工。他們說，他們能織出誰也想象不到的最美麗的布。這種布的色彩和圖案不僅是非常好看，而且用它縫出來的衣服還有一種奇異的作用，那就是凡是不稱職的人或者愚蠢的人，都看不見這衣服。
“那正是我最喜歡的衣服!”皇帝心裡想。“我穿了這樣的衣服，就可以看出我的王國裡哪些人不稱職;我就可以辨別出哪些人是聰明人，哪些人是傻子。是的，我要叫他們馬上織出這樣的布來!”他付了許多現款給這兩個騙子，叫他們馬上開始工作。
他們擺出兩架織機來，裝做是在工作的樣子，可是他們的織機上什麼東西也沒有。他們接二連三地請求皇帝發一些最好的生絲和金子給他們。他們把這些東西都裝進自己的腰包，卻假裝在那兩架空空的織機上忙碌地工作，一直忙到深夜。
“我很想知道他們織布究竟織得怎樣了，”皇帝想。不過，他立刻就想起了愚蠢的人或不稱職的人是看不見這布的。他心裡的確感到有些不大自在。他相信他自己是用不著害怕的。雖然如此，他還是覺得先派一個人去看看比較妥當。全城的人都聽說過這種布料有一種奇異的力量，所以大家都很想趁這機會來測驗一下，看看他們的鄰人究竟有多笨，有多傻。
“我要派誠實的老部長到織工那兒去看看，”皇帝想。“只有他能看出這布料是個什麼樣子，因為他這個人很有頭腦，而且誰也不像他那樣稱職。”
因此這位善良的老部長就到那兩個騙子的工作地點去。他們正在空空的織機上忙忙碌碌地工作著。
“這是怎麼一回事兒?”老部長想，把眼睛睜得有碗口那麼大。
“我什麼東西也沒有看見!”但是他不敢把這句話說出來。
那兩個騙子請求他走近一點，同時問他，布的花紋是不是很美麗，色彩是不是很漂亮。他們指著那兩架空空的織機。
這位可憐的老大臣的眼睛越睜越大，可是他還是看不見什麼東西，因為的確沒有什麼東西可看。
“我的老天爺!”他想。“難道我是一個愚蠢的人嗎?我從來沒有懷疑過我自己。我決不能讓人知道這件事。難道我不稱職嗎?——不成;我決不能讓人知道我看不見布料。”
“哎，您一點意見也沒有嗎?”一個正在織布的`織工說。
“啊，美極了!真是美妙極了!”老大臣說。他戴著眼鏡仔細地看。“多麼美的花紋!多麼美的色彩!是的，我將要呈報皇上說我對於這布感到非常滿意。”
“嗯，我們聽到您的話真高興，”兩個織工一起說。他們把這些稀有的色彩和花紋描述了一番，還加上些名詞兒。這位老大臣注意地聽著，以便回到皇帝那裡去時，可以照樣背得出來。事實上他也就這樣辦了。
這兩個騙子又要了很多的錢，更多的絲和金子，他們說這是為了織布的需要。他們把這些東西全裝進腰包裡，連一根線也沒有放到織機上去。不過他們還是繼續在空空的機架上工作。
過了不久，皇帝派了另一位誠實的官員去看看，布是不是很快就可以織好。他的運氣並不比頭一位大臣的好：他看了又看，但是那兩架空空的織機上什麼也沒有，他什麼東西也看不出來。
“您看這段布美不美?”兩個騙子問。他們指著一些美麗的花紋，並且作了一些解釋。事實上什麼花紋也沒有。
“我並不愚蠢!”這位官員想，“這大概是因為我不配擔當現在這樣好的官職吧?這也真夠滑稽，但是我決不能讓人看出來!”因此他就把他完全沒有看見的布稱讚了一番，同時對他們說，他非常喜歡這些美麗的顏色和巧妙的花紋。“是的，那真是太美了，”他回去對皇帝說。
城裡所有的人都在談論這美麗的布料。
當這布還在織的時候，皇帝就很想親自去看一次。他選了一群特別圈定的隨員——其中包括已經去看過的那兩位誠實的大臣。這樣，他就到那兩個狡猾的騙子住的地方去。這兩個傢伙正以全副精神織布，但是一根線的影子也看不見。“您看這不漂亮嗎?”那兩位誠實的官員說。“陛下請看，多麼美麗的花紋!多麼美麗的色彩!”他們指著那架空空的織機，因為他們以為別人一定會看得見布料的。
“這是怎麼一回事兒呢?”皇帝心裡想，“我什麼也沒有看見!這真是荒唐!難道我是一個愚蠢的人嗎?難道我不配做皇帝嗎?這真是我從來沒有碰見過的一件最可怕的事情。”
“啊，它真是美極了!”皇帝說，“我表示十二分地滿意!”
於是他點頭表示滿意。他裝做很仔細地看著織機的樣子，因為他不願意說出他什麼也沒有看見。跟他來的全體隨員也仔細地看了又看，可是他們也沒有看出更多的東西。不過，他們也照著皇帝的話說：“啊，真是美極了!”他們建議皇帝用這種新奇的、美麗的布料做成衣服，穿上這衣服親自去參加快要舉行的遊行大典。“真美麗!真精緻!真是好極了!”每人都隨聲附和著。每人都有說不出的快樂。皇帝賜給騙子每人一個爵士的頭銜和一枚可以掛在紐扣洞上的勳章;並且還封他們為“御聘織師”。
第二天早晨遊行大典就要舉行了。在頭天晚上，這兩個騙子整夜不睡，點起16支蠟燭。你可以看到他們是在趕夜工，要完成皇帝的新衣。他們裝做把布料從織機上取下來。他們用兩把大剪刀在空中裁了一陣子，同時又用沒有穿線的針縫了一通。最後，他們齊聲說：“請看!新衣服縫好了!”
皇帝帶著他的一群最高貴的騎士們親自到來了。這兩個騙子每人舉起一隻手，好像他們拿著一件什麼東西似的。他們說：“請看吧，這是褲子，這是袍子!這是外衣!”等等。“這衣服輕柔得像蜘蛛網一樣：穿著它的人會覺得好像身上沒有什麼東西似的——這也正是這衣服的妙處。”
“一點也不錯，”所有的騎士們都說。可是他們什麼也沒有看見，因為實際上什麼東西也沒有。
“現在請皇上脫下衣服，”兩個騙子說，“我們要在這個大鏡子面前為陛下換上新衣。
皇帝把身上的衣服統統都脫光了。這兩個騙子裝做把他們剛才縫好的新衣服一件一件地交給他。他們在他的腰圍那兒弄了一陣子，好像是繫上一件什麼東西似的：這就是後裾①。皇帝在鏡子面前轉了轉身子，扭了扭腰肢。
“上帝，這衣服多麼合身啊!式樣裁得多麼好看啊!”大家都說。“多麼美的花紋!多麼美的色彩!這真是一套貴重的衣服!”
“大家已經在外面把華蓋準備好了，只等陛下一出去，就可撐起來去遊行!”典禮官說。
“對，我已經穿好了，”皇帝說，“這衣服合我的身麼?”於是他又在鏡子面前把身子轉動了一下，因為他要叫大家看出他在認真地欣賞他美麗的服裝。那些將要託著後裾的內臣們，都把手在地上東摸西摸，好像他們真的在拾起後裾似的。他們開步走，手中託著空氣——他們不敢讓人瞧出他們實在什麼東西也沒有看見。
這麼著，皇帝就在那個富麗的華蓋下游行起來了。站在街上和窗子裡的人都說：“乖乖，皇上的新裝真是漂亮!他上衣下面的後裾是多麼美麗!衣服多麼合身!”誰也不願意讓人知道自己看不見什麼東西，因為這樣就會暴露自己不稱職，或是太愚蠢。皇帝所有的衣服從來沒有得到這樣普遍的稱讚。
“可是他什麼衣服也沒有穿呀!”一個小孩子最後叫出聲來。
“上帝喲，你聽這個天真的聲音!”爸爸說。於是大家把這孩子講的話私自低聲地傳播開來。
“他並沒有穿什麼衣服!有一個小孩子說他並沒有穿什麼衣服呀!”
“他實在是沒有穿什麼衣服呀!”最後所有的老百姓都說。皇帝有點兒發抖，因為他似乎覺得老百姓所講的話是對的。不過他自己心裡卻這樣想：“我必須把這遊行大典舉行完畢。”因此他擺出一副更驕傲的神氣，他的內臣們跟在他後面走，手中託著一個並不存在的後裾。
①後裾(Slaebet)就是拖在禮服後面的很長的一塊布;它是封建時代歐洲貴族的一種裝束。
皇帝的新裝英文版：
The Emperor’s New Suit
MANY, many years ago lived an emperor, who thought so much of new clothes that he spent all his money in order to obtain them; his only ambition was to be always well dressed. He did not care for his soldiers, and the theatre did not amuse him; the only thing, in fact, he thought anything of was to drive out and show a new suit of clothes. He had a coat for every hour of the day; and as one would say of a king “He is in his cabinet,” so one could say of him, “The emperor is in his dressing-room.”
The great city where he resided was very gay; every day many strangers from all parts of the globe arrived. One day two swindlers came to this city; they made people believe that they were weavers, and declared they could manufacture the finest cloth to be imagined. Their colours and patterns, they said, were not only exceptionally beautiful, but the clothes made of their material possessed the wonderful quality of being invisible to any man who was unfit for his office or unpardonably stupid.
“That must be wonderful cloth,” thought the emperor. “If I were to be dressed in a suit made of this cloth I should be able to find out which men in my empire were unfit for their places, and I could distinguish the clever from the stupid. I must have this cloth woven for me without delay.” And he gave a large sum of money to the swindlers, in advance, that they should set to work without any loss of time. They set up two looms, and pretended to be very hard at work, but they did nothing whatever on the looms. They asked for the finest silk and the most precious gold-cloth; all they got they did away with, and worked at the empty looms till late at night.
“I should very much like to know how they are getting on with the cloth,” thought the emperor. But he felt rather uneasy when he remembered that he who was not fit for his office could not see it. Personally, he was of opinion that he had nothing to fear, yet he thought it advisable to send somebody else first to see how matters stood. Everybody in the town knew what a remarkable quality the stuff possessed, and all were anxious to see how bad or stupid their neighbours were.
“I shall send my honest old minister to the weavers,” thought the emperor. “He can judge best how the stuff looks, for he is intelligent, and nobody understands his office better than he.”
The good old minister went into the room where the swindlers sat before the empty looms. “Heaven preserve us!” he thought, and opened his eyes wide, “I cannot see anything at all,” but he did not say so. Both swindlers requested him to come near, and asked him if he did not admire the exquisite pattern and the beautiful colours, pointing to the empty looms. The poor old minister tried his very best, but he could see nothing, for there was nothing to be seen. “Oh dear,” he thought, “can I be so stupid? I should never have thought so, and nobody must know it! Is it possible that I am not fit for my office? No, no, I cannot say that I was unable to see the cloth.”
“Now, have you got nothing to say?” said one of the swindlers, while he pretended to be busily weaving.
“Oh, it is very pretty, exceedingly beautiful,” replied the old minister looking through his glasses. “What a beautiful pattern, what brilliant colours! I shall tell the emperor that I like the cloth very much.”
“We are pleased to hear that,” said the two weavers, and described to him the colours and explained the curious pattern. The old minister listened attentively, that he might relate to the emperor what they said; and so he did.
Now the swindlers asked for more money, silk and gold-cloth, which they required for weaving. They kept everything for themselves, and not a thread came near the loom, but they continued, as hitherto, to work at the empty looms.
Soon afterwards the emperor sent another honest courtier to the weavers to see how they were getting on, and if the cloth was nearly finished. Like the old minister, he looked and looked but could see nothing, as there was nothing to be seen.
“Is it not a beautiful piece of cloth?” asked the two swindlers, showing and explaining the magnificent pattern, which, however, did not exist.
“I am not stupid,” said the man. “It is therefore my good appointment for which I am not fit. It is very strange, but I must not let any one know it;” and he praised the cloth, which he did not see, and expressed his joy at the beautiful colours and the fine pattern. “It is very excellent,” he said to the emperor.
Everybody in the whole town talked about the precious cloth. At last the emperor wished to see it himself, while it was still on the loom. With a number of courtiers, including the two who had already been there, he went to the two clever swindlers, who now worked as hard as they could, but without using any thread.
“Is it not magnificent?” said the two old statesmen who had been there before. “Your Majesty must admire the colours and the pattern.” And then they pointed to the empty looms, for they imagined the others could see the cloth.
“What is this?” thought the emperor, “I do not see anything at all. That is terrible! Am I stupid? Am I unfit to be emperor? That would indeed be the most dreadful thing that could happen to me.”
“Really,” he said, turning to the weavers, “your cloth has our most gracious approval;” and nodding contentedly he looked at the empty loom, for he did not like to say that he saw nothing. All his attendants, who were with him, looked and looked, and although they could not see anything more than the others, they said, like the emperor, “It is very beautiful.” And all advised him to wear the new magnificent clothes at a great procession which was soon to take place. “It is magnificent, beautiful, excellent,” one heard them say; everybody seemed to be delighted, and the emperor appointed the two swindlers “Imperial Court weavers.”
The whole night previous to the day on which the procession was to take place, the swindlers pretended to work, and burned more than sixteen candles. People should see that they were busy to finish the emperor’s new suit. They pretended to take the cloth from the loom, and worked about in the air with big scissors, and sewed with needles without thread, and said at last: “The emperor’s new suit is ready now.”
The emperor and all his barons then came to the hall; the swindlers held their arms up as if they held something in their hands and said: “These are the trousers!” “This is the coat!” and “Here is the cloak!” and so on. “They are all as light as a cobweb, and one must feel as if one had nothing at all upon the body; but that is just the beauty of them.”
“Indeed!” said all the courtiers; but they could not see anything, for there was nothing to be seen.
“Does it please your Majesty now to graciously undress,” said the swindlers, “that we may assist your Majesty in putting on the new suit before the large looking-glass?”
The emperor undressed, and the swindlers pretended to put the new suit upon him, one piece after another; and the emperor looked at himself in the glass from every side.
“How well they look! How well they fit!” said all. “What a beautiful pattern! What fine colours! That is a magnificent suit of clothes!”
The master of the ceremonies announced that the bearers of the canopy, which was to be carried in the procession, were ready.
“I am ready,” said the emperor. “Does not my suit fit me marvellously?” Then he turned once more to the looking-glass, that people should think he admired his garments.
The chamberlains, who were to carry the train, stretched their hands to the ground as if they lifted up a train, and pretended to hold something in their hands; they did not like people to know that they could not see anything.
The emperor marched in the procession under the beautiful canopy, and all who saw him in the street and out of the windows exclaimed: “Indeed, the emperor’s new suit is incomparable! What a long train he has! How well it fits him!” Nobody wished to let others know he saw nothing, for then he would have been unfit for his office or too stupid. Never emperor’s clothes were more admired.
“But he has nothing on at all,” said a little child at last. “Good heavens! listen to the voice of an innocent child,” said the father, and one whispered to the other what the child had said. “But he has nothing on at all,” cried at last the whole people. That made a deep impression upon the emperor, for it seemed to him that they were right; but he thought to himself, “Now I must bear up to the end.” And the chamberlains walked with still greater dignity, as if they carried the train which did not exist.