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.admired the
Miller very much
C.was highly
valued by the Miller D.had a strong
desire for fortune
2.Hans worked a lot for the Miller because he ______.
A.was treated
as a best friend by the Miller
B.owed the
Miller many valuable things
C.was convinced
of the Miller’s noble talk
D.intended to
show off his unselfishness
3.What’s the main cause of Hans’ tragedy?
A.True
friendship between them. B.Blind
devotion to a friend.
C.A sudden
change of weather. D.A lack of
formal education.
4.The author described the Miller’s behavior in order
to ______.
A.warn the
readers about the danger of a false friend
B.show the
friendship between Hans and the Miller
C.entertain the
readers with an incredible joking tale
D.persuade
people to be as intelligent as the Miller