--- title: The Naughty Boy — Andersen's Fairy Tales · full text with trees description: The Naughty Boy, «Andersen's Fairy Tales» by H. C. Andersen: the whole chapter, every sentence with its dependency tree and pragmatics. It begins: Along time ago, there lived an old poet, a thoroughly kind old poet. --- [Mova](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) · [this page in HTML](https://mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/) [home](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) / [corpora](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/) / [tales](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/) / [Andersen's Fairy Tales](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/) / The Naughty Boy # The Naughty Boy The Naughty Boy of «Andersen's Fairy Tales» by H. C. Andersen: the whole text, 48 sentences and 842 words. Every sentence has its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself. - [1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/1/) — Along time ago, there lived an old poet, a thoroughly kind old poet. - [2](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/2/) — As he was sitting one evening in his room, a dreadful storm arose without, and the rain streamed down from heaven; but the old poet sat warm and comfortable in his chimney-corner, where the fire blazed and the roasting apple hissed. - [3](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/3/) — “Those who have not a roof over their heads will be wetted to the skin,” said the good old poet. - [4](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/4/) — “Oh let me in! - [5](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/5/) — Let me in! - [6](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/6/) — I am cold, and I'm so wet!” exclaimed suddenly a child that stood crying at the door and knocking for admittance, while the rain poured down, and the wind made all the windows rattle. - [7](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/7/) — “Poor thing!” said the old poet, as he went to open the door. - [8](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/8/) — There stood a little boy, quite naked, and the water ran down from his long golden hair; he trembled with cold, and had he not come into a warm room he would most certainly have perished in the frightful tempest. - [9](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/9/) — “Poor child!” said the old poet, as he took the boy by the hand. - [10](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/10/) — “Come in, come in, and I will soon restore thee! - [11](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/11/) — Thou shalt have wine and roasted apples, for thou art verily a charming child!” - [12](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/12/) — And the boy was so really. - [13](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/13/) — His eyes were like two bright stars; and although the water trickled down his hair, it waved in beautiful curls. - [14](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/14/) — He looked exactly like a little angel, but he was so pale, and his whole body trembled with cold. - [15](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/15/) — He had a nice little bow in his hand, but it was quite spoiled by the rain, and the tints of his many-colored arrows ran one into the other. - [16](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/16/) — The old poet seated himself beside his hearth, and took the little fellow on his lap; he squeezed the water out of his dripping hair, warmed his hands between his own, and boiled for him some sweet wine. - [17](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/17/) — Then the boy recovered, his cheeks again grew rosy, he jumped down from the lap where he was sitting, and danced round the kind old poet. - [18](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/18/) — “You are a merry fellow,” said the old man. - [19](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/19/) — “What's your name?” - [20](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/20/) — “My name is Cupid,” answered the boy. - [21](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/21/) — “Don't you know me? - [22](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/22/) — There lies my bow; it shoots well, I can assure you! - [23](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/23/) — Look, the weather is now clearing up, and the moon is shining clear again through the window.” - [24](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/24/) — “Why, your bow is quite spoiled,” said the old poet. - [25](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/25/) — “That were sad indeed,” said the boy, and he took the bow in his hand and examined it on every side. - [26](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/26/) — “Oh, it is dry again, and is not hurt at all; the string is quite tight. - [27](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/27/) — I will try it directly.” - [28](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/28/) — And he bent his bow, took aim, and shot an arrow at the old poet, right into his heart. - [29](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/29/) — “You see now that my bow was not spoiled,” said he laughing; and away he ran. - [30](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/30/) — The naughty boy, to shoot the old poet in that way; he who had taken him into his warm room, who had treated him so kindly, and who had given him warm wine and the very best apples! - [31](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/31/) — The poor poet lay on the earth and wept, for the arrow had really flown into his heart. - [32](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/32/) — “Fie!” said he. - [33](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/33/) — “How naughty a boy Cupid is! - [34](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/34/) — I will tell all children about him, that they may take care and not play with him, for he will only cause them sorrow and many a heartache.” - [35](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/35/) — And all good children to whom he related this story, took great heed of this naughty Cupid; but he made fools of them still, for he is astonishingly cunning. - [36](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/36/) — When the university students come from the lectures, he runs beside them in a black coat, and with a book under his arm. - [37](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/37/) — It is quite impossible for them to know him, and they walk along with him arm in arm, as if he, too, were a student like themselves; and then, unperceived, he thrusts an arrow to their bosom. - [38](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/38/) — When the young maidens come from being examined by the clergyman, or go to church to be confirmed, there he is again close behind them. - [39](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/39/) — Yes, he is forever following people. - [40](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/40/) — At the play, he sits in the great chandelier and burns in bright flames, so that people think it is really a flame, but they soon discover it is something else. - [41](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/41/) — He roves about in the garden of the palace and upon the ramparts: yes, once he even shot your father and mother right in the heart. - [42](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/42/) — Ask them only and you will hear what they'll tell you. - [43](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/43/) — Oh, he is a naughty boy, that Cupid; you must never have anything to do with him. - [44](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/44/) — He is forever running after everybody. - [45](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/45/) — Only think, he shot an arrow once at your old grandmother! - [46](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/46/) — But that is a long time ago, and it is all past now; however, a thing of that sort she never forgets. - [47](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/47/) — Fie, naughty Cupid! - [48](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/26/48/) — But now you know him, and you know, too, how ill-behaved he is! - ← previous: [The Dream of Little Tuk](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/25/) - next →: [The Red Shoes](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/27/) - ↑ back to [Andersen's Fairy Tales](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg1597/)