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What
do
the
Hyacinths
say
?
"
There
were
once
upon
a
time
three
sisters
,
quite
transparent
,
and
very
beautiful
.
The
robe
of
the
one
was
red
,
that
of
the
second
blue
,
and
that
of
the
third
white
.
They
danced
hand
in
hand
beside
the
calm
lake
in
the
clear
moonshine
.
They
were
not
elfin
maidens
,
but
mortal
children
.
A
sweet
fragrance
was
smelt
,
and
the
maidens
vanished
in
the
wood
;
the
fragrance
grew
stronger
--
three
coffins
,
and
in
them
three
lovely
maidens
,
glided
out
of
the
forest
and
across
the
lake
:
the
shining
glow-worms
flew
around
like
little
floating
lights
.
Do
the
dancing
maidens
sleep
,
or
are
they
dead
?
The
odour
of
the
flowers
says
they
are
corpses
;
the
evening
bell
tolls
for
the
dead
!
"
"
You
make
me
quite
sad
,
"
said
little
Gerda
.
"
I
can
not
help
thinking
of
the
dead
maidens
.
Oh
!
is
little
Kay
really
dead
?
The
Roses
have
been
in
the
earth
,
and
they
say
no
.
"
"
Ding
,
dong
!
"
sounded
the
Hyacinth
bells
.
"
We
do
not
toll
for
little
Kay
;
we
do
not
know
him
.
That
is
our
way
of
singing
,
the
only
one
we
have
.
"
And
Gerda
went
to
the
Ranunculuses
,
that
looked
forth
from
among
the
shining
green
leaves
.
"
You
are
a
little
bright
sun
!
"
said
Gerda
.
"
Tell
me
if
you
know
where
I
can
find
my
playfellow
.
"
And
the
Ranunculus
shone
brightly
,
and
looked
again
at
Gerda
.
What
song
could
the
Ranunculus
sing
?
It
was
one
that
said
nothing
about
Kay
either
.
"
In
a
small
court
the
bright
sun
was
shining
in
the
first
days
of
spring
.
The
beams
glided
down
the
white
walls
of
a
neighbor
's
house
,
and
close
by
the
fresh
yellow
flowers
were
growing
,
shining
like
gold
in
the
warm
sun-rays
.
An
old
grandmother
was
sitting
in
the
air
;
her
grand-daughter
,
the
poor
and
lovely
servant
just
come
for
a
short
visit
.
She
knows
her
grandmother
.
There
was
gold
,
pure
virgin
gold
in
that
blessed
kiss
.
There
,
that
is
my
little
story
,
"
said
the
Ranunculus
.
"
My
poor
old
grandmother
!
"
sighed
Gerda
.
"
Yes
,
she
is
longing
for
me
,
no
doubt
:
she
is
sorrowing
for
me
,
as
she
did
for
little
Kay
.
But
I
will
soon
come
home
,
and
then
I
will
bring
Kay
with
me
.
It
is
of
no
use
asking
the
flowers
;
they
only
know
their
own
old
rhymes
,
and
can
tell
me
nothing
.
"
And
she
tucked
up
her
frock
,
to
enable
her
to
run
quicker
;
but
the
Narcissus
gave
her
a
knock
on
the
leg
,
just
as
she
was
going
to
jump
over
it
.
So
she
stood
still
,
looked
at
the
long
yellow
flower
,
and
asked
,
"
You
perhaps
know
something
?
"
and
she
bent
down
to
the
Narcissus
.
And
what
did
it
say
?
