Hans was an honest fellow with a
funny round good-humored face. Living alone, every day he worked in his garden.
In all the countryside there was no garden so lovely as his. All sorts of
flowers grew there, blooming in their proper order as the months went by, one
flower taking another flower’s place, so that there were
always beautiful things to see, and pleasant odors to smell.
Hans had many
friends, the most devoted being the Miller. So devoted was the rich Miller to
Hans that he’d never go by his garden without
plucking a large bunch of flowers or a handful of sweet herbs, or filling his
pockets with fruits. The Miller used to talk about noble ideas, and Hans nodded
and smiled, feeling proud of having such a friend.
The neighbors
thought it strange that the rich Miller never gave Hans anything in return,
though he had hundreds of sacks of flour, many cows and sheep, but Hans never
troubled his head about these, and nothing gave him greater pleasure than to
listen to all the wonderful things about the unselfishness of true friendship.
In spring,
summer, and autumn Hans was very happy, but when winter came, and he had no
fruit or flowers to sell, he suffered from cold and hunger. Though extremely
lonely, the Miller never came to see him then.
“There’s no good in going to see Hans
while the snow lasts.” The Miller said to his wife, “When people are in trouble they
shouldn’t be bothered. So I’ll
wait till the spring comes when he’s happy to give me flowers.”
“You’re certainly very thoughtful,” answered his wife, “It’s
quite a treat to hear you talk about friendship.”
“Couldn’t we ask Hans up here?” said their son. “I’ll
give him half my meal, and show him my white rabbits.”
“How silly you are!” cried the Miller. “I really don’t know what’s the use of sending you to school. If Hans came up here, and
saw our warm fire, our good supper, and our red wine, he might get envious, and
envy is a most terrible thing, and would spoil anybody’s
nature. I am his best friend, and I’ll always watch over him, and see
that he’s not led into any temptation. Besides, if
Hans came here, he might ask me for some flour. Flour is one thing, and
friendship is another, and they shouldn’t
be confused. The words are spelt differently, and mean quite different things.
Everybody can see that.” He looked seriously at his son,
who felt so ashamed that he hung his head down, and grew quite scared, and
began to cry into his tea.
Spring coming,
the Miller went down to see Hans. Again he talked about friendship. “Hans, friendship never forgets. I’m
afraid you don’t understand the poetry of life.
See, how lovely your roses are!”
Hans said he
wanted to sell them in the market to buy back his things which were sold during
the hard time of the winter.
“I’ll give you many good things. I
think being generous is the base of friendship.”
said the Miller. “And now, as I’ll give you many good things, I’m
sure you’d like to give me some flowers in return.
Here’s the basket, and fill it quite full.”
Poor Hans was
afraid to say anything. He ran and plucked all his pretty roses, and filled the
Miller’s basket, imagining the many good things
promised by the Miller.
The next day
he heard the Miller calling: “Hans, would you mind carrying
this sack of flour for me to market?”
“I’m sorry, but I am really very
busy today.”
“Well,” said the Miller, “considering that I’m going to give you my things, it’s rather unfriendly of you to refuse. Upon my word, you mustn’t mind my speaking quite plainly to you.”
Poor Hans was
driven by his friendship theory to work hard for his best friend, leaving his
garden dry and wasted.
One evening
Hans was sitting by fire when the Miller came.
“Hans,” cried the Miller, “My little boy has fallen off a ladder and hurt himself, and I’m going for the Doctor. But he lives so far away, and it’s such a bad windy night. It has just occurred to me that you
can go instead of me. You know I’m going to give you my good
things, so you should do something for me in return.”
“Certainly,” cried Hans. He struggled into
the stormy night, and got the doctor to ride a horse to the Miller’s house in time to save the boy. However, Hans got lost in the
darkness, and wandered off into a deep pool, drowned.
At Hans’ funeral, the Miller said, “I
was his best friend. I should walk at the head of the procession.” Every now and then he wiped his eyes with a handkerchief.
1.From the passage, we can learn that Hans
___________.
A. was extremely
wise and noble
B. was highly valued by the
Miller
C. admired the
Miller very much
D. had a strong desire for
fortune
2. “Flour is one thing, and
friendship is another” can be understood as
___________.
A. “Different words may mean quite different things.”
B. “Interest is permanent while friendship is flexible.”
C. “I’m afraid you don’t understand the poetry of life.”
D. “I think being generous is the base of friendship.”
3. From the Miller’s
talk at home, we can see he was ___________.
A. serious but kind
B. helpful and generous
C. caring but strict
D. selfish and cold-hearted
4.What’s
the main cause of Hans’ tragedy?
A. True friendship
between them.
B. A lack of formal education.
C. A sudden change
of weather.
D. Blind devotion to a friend.
5.The author described the Miller’s behavior in order to ___________.
A. entertain the
readers with an incredible joking tale
B. show the
friendship between Hans and the Miller
C. warn the readers
about the danger of a false friend
D. persuade people to be as intelligent as the Miller
