Nutcracker and the Mouse King

  Updated 2026-09-01

Androfraktafrutrigid e roi ot ratmulti Mikro

per E.T.A. Hoffman

Germani, 1918

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During the long, long day of the twenty-fourth of December, the children of Doctor Stahlbaum were not permitted to enter the parlor, much less the adjoining drawing-room. Frederic and Maria sat nestled together in a corner of the back chamber... Not long ago also he had seen a little dark man, with a large chest under his arm, gliding softly through the entry, but he knew very well that it was nobody but Godfather Drosselmeier.

Intem jur bidekakuadri longa, longa ot Lunadekabi, bi infan ot andromedisin Stalbom let ne paso in samberkursi. Frederik e Maria kursi uni telene omone in gon ot samber poste. Abe tem mikro, Fred optik pas andro mikro e fotone kon konten maga sub uni brak, na paso fonone dia portikin, e ili kones pas ben tele, ili es pateratesta Droslmer.

Counsellor Drosselmeier was not a very handsome man; he was small and thin, had many wrinkles in his face, over his right eye he had a large black patch... The Godfather himself was very ingenious also, he understood all about clocks and watches... 

Androkomite Droslmer es pas ne andro bel tele; ili es mikro e pakine, e abe kurba multi a fas, e abe pas partibesti maga e negro a optik destra. Pateratesta es plus tekni tele; ili kones tuta per masintemmulti.

When Christmas Eve came, he had always a beautiful piece of work prepared for them, which had cost him a great deal of trouble...

Temkia noktu ante Jurkristo ariba, ili prepara pas jurtuta ergo bel, ili prepara pas pro ilis, na kaus fasilne maga tele a iliauto.

At this moment a shrill sound broke upon their ears—kling, ling—kling, ling—the doors flew wide open, and such a dazzling light broke out from the great chamber... Papa and Mamma stepped to the door, took them by the hand, and said, "Come, come, dear children, and see what Christmas has brought you this year."

Minut na, fono leban es pas oto espekne a oto ilis - "kling-ling, kling-ling". Bi portik es bali ober tele, e foto maga komen pas eks samber maga. Pater e mater paso a portik, pris pas ilis per mani e logo: "Aribe, aribe, bi infan balorben, e optik na, Jurkristo porta a nis anu dis!'

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A tall Fir tree stood in the middle of the room, covered with gold and silver apples, while sugar almonds, comfits, lemon drops, and every kind of confectionery, hung like buds and blossoms upon all its branches.

Arborkoni leban es pas surpod a medi ot samber, na es kober per frut metalau e metalarg, intem amon sukar, gutasukarlimon, e tipi tuta ot stofsukar multi pende omo flor sur ramo tuta.

​The table under the tree shone and flushed with a thousand different colors... Maria spied the prettiest dolls... a silk dress tastefully ornamented with gay ribbons...

Mensa sub arbor foto e faktokuren pas per mil krom omone. Maria optik pas infanginerekremulti bel tele, e besti, na es bel per stoflonga beni.

In the meanwhile Fred had been galloping round and round the room, trying his new bay horse... He then reviewed his new regiment of hussars, who were very elegantly arrayed in red and gold, and carried silver weapons, and rode upon ​such bright shining horses...

Intem na, Fred kuren pas peri e peri samber, intem proba iporekre santo neo. Poste na, ili esamin pas grupbatal ot androiporekremulti, na porta besti ben tele ot krom ruj e metalau, e porta stofarme ot krom metalarg, e kursi sur ipo leuko foto.

Kling, ling, kling, ling—the bell was heard again. They knew that Godfather Drosselmeier was now about to display his Christmas gift...

"Kling-ling, kling-ling" - stoffono es pas oto neo. Ilis kones pas, na pateratesta Droslmer presen futur belo stofdon jurkristo.

Upon a green meadow, spangled with flowers, stood a noble castle, with clear glass windows and golden turrets. A musical clock began to play, when the doors and windows ​flew open, and little men and women, with feathers in their hats, and long flowing trains, were seen sauntering about in the rooms... A man in an emerald-green cloak, at intervals put his head out of the window, nodded, and then disappeared; and Godfather Drosselmeier himself, only that he was not much bigger than Papa's thumb, came now and then to the door of the castle, looked about him, and then went in again. Fred... said, "Godfather Drosselmeier, let me go into your castle."

Sur geoerbi berdi, na es misa per flormulti, es pas dommaga pluto kon portiklatera kristal e ture multi ot metalau. Masintem musik komen pas fono, temkia portik e portiklatera tuta ober pas belo, temkia andro e gine multi mikro kon kapilaorni in bestisefal es optik e kon bestikober longa e bel, intem paso in sambermulti. Andro in bestikober berdi foto, plas sefal dia portiklatera ot tem a tem, fakto signa per sefal, e poste na, ekspresen pas; e pateratesta Droslmer iliauto, na es ne tak maga je daktil ot pater, optik peri iliauto, e poste na, pasoin. Fred logo: "Pateratesta Droslmer, let na mi paso in dommaga ot ni!"

The Counsellor gave him to understand that that could not be done. And he was right, for it was foolish in Fred to wish to go into a castle, ​which with all its golden turrets was not as high as his head.

Androkomite don pas pro kones, na na inergo ne es fakto. E ili es pas korek, akaus es mania in Fred pro desir paso in dommaga, na kon ture tuta ot metalau es ne leban tak je sefal ili.

"So———o," cried Fred, in a drawling tone... "If your little dressed up figures in the castle there, can do nothing else but always the same thing, they are not good for much, and I care very little about them. No, give me my hussars, who can manœuvre backward and forward, as I order them, and are not shut up in a house."

Fred logo belone: "Ta———k. Si antroprekre bel mikro ot ni in dommaga na inergo akto nul plus, sed temtuta aktore omo, ilis es ben pro nul, e mi atentif mikro peri ilis. Ne, don a mi androipomulti mi, na inergo paso a poste e ante, omo mi deman a ilis, e es ne klos in dom!"

Counsellor Drosselmeier turned to the parents, and said, somewhat angrily, "An ingenious work like this was not made for stupid children. I will put up my ​castle again, and carry it home." But their mother now stepped forward, and desired to see the secret mechanism and curious works by which the little figures were set in motion... He became good-natured once more... At her mother's request, the elder sister, Louise, had put on the new dress which had been given to her, and she looked most charmingly in it, but Maria, when it came to her turn, thought she would like to look at hers a while longer...

Androkomite Droslmer turni pas a bi pamater, e logo nerfo mikro: "Ergo konesben, omo dis, es ne fakto pro infanmulti mania. Mi fisanere dommaga mi, e porta futur ili a dom mi." Sed mater pasoante, e desir pas optik masin sekret e stofergo desirkones, per na antroprekre mikro es sine. Droslmer esaribere ot natur ben. Per deman ot mater, fratergine paleo plus, Luisa, porta pas besti neo, na es pas don a ili, e ili es optik tauma tele in ili, sed Maria, temkia es tem ot iliauto, ide pas, na ili desir optik simple ili intem temna.

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Maria was unwilling to leave the table then, because ... a curious little man came into view, who stood there silent and retired, as if he were waiting quietly for his turn to be noticed. It must be confessed, a great deal could not be said in favor of the beauty of his figure, for not only was his rather broad, stout body, out of all proportion to the little, slim legs that carried it, but his head was by far too large for either... He must be a man of taste and good breeding. He wore a hussar's jacket of beautiful bright violet, fastened together with white loops and buttons... It was very becoming to the ​man that he wore about his chin a nicely trimmed beard of white cotton... "Ah, dear father," exclaimed Maria at last, "to whom belongs that charming little man by the tree there?"

Maria senti pas desirne pro let mensa temna, akaus andro mikro komonne aribe a optik, na surpod fotone e trankuil, si omo ili espek probable tem ot iliauto, na ili resep atentif. Es obliga konfes, na stof maga inergo pas ne es logo a fabor peri belo ot androrekre, akaus simple korpo paki e stenone ot ili es ne konser kon metri ot skelo mikro e steno, na porta ili, sed sefal es maga multitele konser kon bi ilis. Ili es pas andro ot klas ben e gene ben probable. Ili porta bestisur ot androarmeipo "Ussar" ot krom rujajur, foto e belo, na es klos per stoffisa leuko e butonmulti. Es konser tele a andro, na ili abe sub buka kapilafas order ot koton leuko. Temfini Maria deman: "A! pater filo, andro tauma na telene a arbor aperten a antropkia?"

"He shall work industriously for you all, dear child," said her father. "He can crack the hardest nuts with his teeth..." At her father's bidding Maria put in a nut, and—crack—the man had bitten it in two, so that the shell fell off... Maria and the other two children were now informed that this dainty little man came of the family of Nutcrackers, and practised the profession of his forefathers... Her father said, "Dear Maria, since friend Nutcracker is so great a favorite with you, I place him under your particular care and keeping..."

Pater logo: "Ili ergo futur okupa pro nis tuta, infan filo. Ili inergo rakta frutrigid rigid plasuni per denti." Temkia pater deman, Maria plasin pas frutrigid, e - "krak!" - andro morse pas ili a bi, prona dermarigid kataraktaeks. Pater informa Maria e bi infan omone, na andro na es ot famili ot stofraktafrutrigidmulti, e esersis ergo ot paterpaleomulti. Pater ot Maria logo: "Maria filo, akaus filo stofraktafrutrigid es filo plasuni tak per ni, mi plas ili a atentif e konser ot ni."

Fred always chose ​the biggest and hardest nuts, when all at once—crack—crack—it went, and three teeth fell out of Nutcracker's mouth... "Ah, my poor dear Nutcracker!" said Maria, and snatched him out of Fred's hands.

Fred selek pas jurtuta frutrigid rigid plasuni, temkia espekne - "krak! - krak!" - aribe pas, e tri denti katarakta pas eks buka ot stofraktafrutrigid. Maria logo: "A! stofraktafrutrigid benine e filo!" e pris ili eks mani ot Fred.

Said Fred... "Give him to me, Maria. He shall crack nuts for me if he loses all his teeth..." 

Fred logo: "Don ili a mi, Maria! Ili rakta futur frutrigid pro mi, si ili perdi denti tuta."

Maria began to cry bitterly, and rolled up the sick Nutcracker as quickly as she could in her little pocket handkerchief... Their father said... "I wonder at Fred... He ought to know that the wounded are not expected to take their place in the ranks."

Maria komen idrooptik tele, e kober pas omo belo inergo stofraktafrutrigid per bestirino mikro ot ili. Pater logo: "Mi deman miauto peri Fred. Ili obliga kones, na androarme trauma inergo ne okupa per serbis kon androarmemulti omone."

She held him, rocking him in her arms like a little child... Father Drosselmeier, who kept continually laughing at her, and asked again and again how it was that she liked to caress such an ugly little fellow... She said very seriously: "Who knows, dear godfather, if you were dressed like my sweet Nutcracker, and had on such bright little boots—who knows but you would then be as handsome as he is!"... He, for his part, did not laugh half so heartily...

Maria abe ili in bi braki omo infan jube. Pater Droslmer stopne pas risi anti Maria, e deman re e re, kak ili filo taktifilo andro mikro belne tak. Maria logo serius: "Antropkia kones, pateratesta filo, si ni es besti kak stofraktafrutrigid dus ot mi, e porta bi koberpod foto - antropkia kones, na ni es bel tak je ili!" Pateratesta iliauto risi pas unisurbi ne benni tak.

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In the sitting-room of the Doctor's house, just as you enter the room, there stands on the left hand, close against the wall, a high glass-case, in which the children preserve all the beautiful things which are given to them every year... Maria used the lower one as a house for her dolls...

In samberkursi ot dom ot andromedisin, plaskia ni paso in samber, abe gardistof a destrane latera e surpod a mura, in na infan tuta na konser stof bel tuta, na es don a ilis anu tuta. Maria usa pas planki lebanne kak dom pro infanginerekremulti.

It was now late in the evening, and night, indeed, was close at hand, and Godfather Drosselmeier had long since gone home... She still carried in her arms the wounded Nutcracker, rolled up in her pocket handkerchief. Now she laid him carefully upon the table... "Ah! Nutcracker, Nutcracker... Now I will tend you very carefully until you are well and merry again; as to fastening in your teeth and setting your shoulders, that Godfather Drosselmeier must do...

Es postetem tele poste festi, e noktu es pas berita telene, e pateratesta Droslmer paso pas a dom ot iliauto ante tem longa. Temkia Maria porta in bi braki stofraktafrutrigid trauma, na es kober in bestirino mikro. Maria kumbe ili atentif sur mensa. "A! stofraktafrutrigid, A! stofraktafrutrigid. Temdis mi sani atentif tele ni sura tem, temkia ni esaribere futur sani e beni. Peri fisa denti e plas korek bi epaul ni, pateratesta Droslmer obliga futur akto na."

As she mentioned the name of Drosselmeier, friend Nutcracker made a terrible wry face, and there darted something out of his eyes like green sparkling flashes. Maria was just going to fall into a dreadful fright, when behold, it was the sad smiling face of the honest Nutcracker again... She knew now that it must be the glare of the lamp... With this ​Maria took friend Nutcracker in her arms, walked to the glass case, stooped down, and said to her new doll, "Pray, Miss Clara, be so good as to give up your bed to the sick and wounded Nutcracker..." and raised the bed with Nutcracker in it to the shelf above... where Fred's hussars were quartered.

Temkia ili logo pas nam Droslmer, filo stofraktafrutrigid akto pas fas peri pato, e stof omo flas berdi dansi pas ex bi optik ili. Maria fob probable tele, temkia optik! na esre u fas benine e subrisi ot stofraktafrutrigid filoonor. Temkia ili kones pas, na na es pas fotolatera eks lampa. Poste na, Maria pris filo stofraktafrutrigid in bi braki, kurba pas, e logo a infanginerekre neo, "Mi deman bel, gine Klara, es ben pro let stofdormi a stofraktafrutrigid pato e trauma." E Maria leban pas stofdormi, in na es stofraktafrutrigid, a planki leban plasuni, plaskia androarmemulti ot Fred resta.

The great clock whir—red louder and louder, but it could not strike. Maria turned towards it, and there the large gilt owl that sat on the top, had dropped down its wings, so that they covered the whole face... And the clock whirred louder in plain words... "Mouse-King has a fine ear... now clock strike softly and light." And pum—pum, it went with a dull deadened sound twelve times. Maria began now to tremble ​with fear, and she was upon the point of running out of the room in terror, when she beheld Godfather Drosselmeier, who sat in the owl's place on the top of the clock... But she took courage, and cried out loudly, with sobs, "Godfather Drosselmeier, Godfather Drosselmeier, what are you doing up there?"

Masintem maga akto pas leban plus e plus, sed inergo ne batal stoffonomulti. Maria turni pas a ili, e ornisefalkat, na kursi sur id, let pas pas a lebanne bi tero tak, na bi ilis kober fas ot masintem. Temkia masintem akto leban plus per logo kones: "Roi ot rat abe oto ben - Prona masin batal lebanne e fonone." E ili fono "Pom-pom" per fono morta telenetuta dekabi tem. Temkia Maria komen pas tremolo per fob, e desir eskapa eks samber, temkia ili optik pateratesta Droslmer, na kursi a plas ot ornisefalkat sur masintem. Promulti Maria pris pas brabo, e logo leban kon idrooptik: "Pateratesta Droslmer, pateratesta Droslmer, ni fakto kia sur na?"

Just then a wild squeaking and whimpering broke out on all sides... Maria perceived that mice were all around... and at last placed themselves in line and column, just as Fred was accustomed to place his soldiers...

Temkia fonomulti ot "skik" e fonobabel lebanne es pas oto ot latera tuta. Maria senti, na ratmulti mikro es pas tuta peri ili. Temfini ilis plas ilisauto in line e order, omo Fred usa plas androarmemulti ot ili.

Close before her feet, there burst out sand and ​lime and crumbled wall stones, as if thrown up by some subterranean force, and seven mice-heads with seven sparkling crowns rose out of the floor, sqeaking and squealing terribly. Presently the mouse's body to which these seven heads belonged, worked its way out, and the great mouse crowned with the seven diadems, squeaking loudly, huzzaed in full chorus, as he advanced to meet his army, which at once set itself in motion, and hott—hott—trot—trot it went—alas, straight towards the glass case—straight towards poor Maria who stood close before it!

Telene a bi pod ot Maria, samo e lito rakta pas a leban, omo forse sub geo bali ilis, e sep sefal ot rat kon sep koron foto leban pas eks stratapod, intem fono "skik" multi fob. Poste na, korpo ot rat, a na sep sefal aperten, forse eks strata, e rat maga ko sep koron, intem fono leban, logoleban kon ratmulti mikro, intem ili paso ante pro fasper arme ili, na komen belo paso per pasoarme, paso, O aribe! a gardistof ot kristal - direk a Maria, na surpod ante telene ili!

But what was that again! Close behind her in the glass case a strange bustling and rustling began, and little fine voices were heard... And now, Nutcracker ​raised himself all of a sudden, threw the bedclothes clear off, and leaped with both feet at once out of bed, crying aloud, "Crack—crack—crack—stupid pack—drive mouse back—stupid pack—crack—crack—mouse—back—crick—crack—stupid pack..." With these words he drew his little sword, flourished it in the air, and exclaimed, "My loving vassals, friends and brothers, will you stand by me in the hard fight?" Straightway three Scaramouches, a Harlequin, four Chimney-sweepers, two Guitar-players and a drummer cried out, "Yes, my lord, we will follow you with fidelity and courage—we will march with you to battle—to victory or death," and then rushed after the fiery Nutcracker, who ventured the dangerous leap down from the upper shelf.

Fono neo es kia? Poste tele a Maria in gardistof ot kristal fonobabel usane e belo komen pas, e logomulti lebanne es pas oto. E temkia, stofraktafrutrigid kursi espekne, balieks bestidormi, e dansi pas belo per bi pod eks stofdormi, intem logoleban: "Forse, forse, forseeks rat, forse, forse, grupjo sofine!" Kon logomulti na, ili trakta sabre mikro, tero pas ili dia aer, e logoleban: "Antropserbis filo e fratermulti, surpod futur nis kon mi in le batal fasilne?" Deka antroprekre omone - antroprekre, androsuippipefume, androgitar, androtimpani - logoleban: "Ia, sefal mi, mis paso futur poste ni per sekuen e brabo - mis paso kon ni a batal - a triomfa o morta!" e temkia kuren a stofraktafrutrigid ideigni, na brabo dansi a basi eks planki leban.

As soon as Nutcracker had leaped out, the squeaking and whistling was heard again.

Temkia stofraktafrutrigid dansieks, fonomulti "skik" e ot forseaer es pas neo oto.

Ah, it is under the large table, that the hateful mice have concealed their countless bands, and high above them all towers the dreadful mouse with seven heads!

A! sub mensa maga abe ratmulti filone, na sekret pas grupmulti ot ilis meta numer, e sur leban ilis, abe rat fob kon sep sefal!

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Maria perceived that the covers of the little boxes in which Fred's army were quartered, were bursting open, and now the soldiers leaped out, and then down again upon the lowest shelf, where they drew up in fine array. Nutcracker ran up and down, speaking inspiring words to the troops...

Maria optik pas, na kober ot kontenmulti mikro, in na arme ot Fred resta, es pas forse ober, e temkia androarmemulti dansieks, e poste na a planki lebanne plasuni, plaskia ilis presen ben per forma batal. Stofraktafrutrigid kuren a destra e a destrane, intem logo logomulti brabo a androarmemulti.

Then it stirred again in the glass case—a neighing, and a whinnying, and a stamping were heard, and see! Fred's cuirassiers and dragoons, but above all, his new splendid hussars marched out... Before them went Fred's cannon rattling along... The victory was for a long time doubtful. The mice kept deploying more and more forces...

Temkia fonobabel neo in gardistof ot kristal - fonomulti ot ipo e batalmulti ot pod ilis, e optik! androsabre e androipo, surtuta androipomulti "usar" neo e bel pasoante pas. Ante ilis, fusilmagamulti ot Fred paso kon fonobabel metal. Triomfa es pas fidene intem longa tem. Ratmulti espedi temtuta androarme multi plus e plus.

A strong body of very ugly mice pushed on with such determined bravery...

Korpo forse ot ratmulti belne tele pasoante kon brabo fisa tak.

Nutcracker, now completely surrounded by the foe, was in the greatest peril... At this moment two of the enemies' tirailleurs seized him by his wooden mantle, and the Mouse-King, squeaking from his seven throats, leaped in triumph towards him. Maria could no longer control herself. "Oh, my poor Nutcracker!" she cried, sobbing, and without being exactly conscious of what she did, grasped her left shoe, and threw it with all her strength into the thickest of the mice, straight at their king. In an instant, all seemed scattered and dispersed, but Maria felt in her left arm a still sharper pain than before, and sank in a swoon to the floor.

Stofraktafrutrigid, na es peri komple per filone temna, es pas in peril plasuni. Temkia bi ot androserbis ot filone pris pas ili per ura ot bestieks, e roi ot rat tuta, intem fono "skik" eks sep larin, dansi a ili per triomfa. Maria inergo pas ne longa sek iliauto. Ili logoleban intem idrooptik: "O! stofraktafrutrigid benine ot mi!" E abene senti peri na, ili akto, pris protekpod destrane, e bali pas ili per forse tuta a plas densi plasuni ot rat tuta, direk a roi. Temkia stoftuta optikomo es distribu e eskapa, e Maria senti pato forse in brak, e katarakta pas abene senti a stratapod.

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When Maria woke out of her deep and deathlike slumber, she found herself lying in her own bed, with the sun shining bright and sparkling through the ice-covered windows into the chamber... Her mother then came to the bedside, and gazed upon her with anxious and inquiring looks. "Ah, dear mother," lisped little Maria, "are all the hateful mice gone, and is the good Nutcracker safe?"

Temkia Maria eksdormi eks profun e mortaomo dormi, ili eureka pas, na ili es in stofdormi ot iliauto, kon sola foto forse, e flas in samber per portiklatera, na es kober per idrojele. Temkia mater aribe a latera ot stofdormi, e optik Maria per atentif e desirkones. Maria mikro logo forsene: "A! mater filo, es rat mikro filone tuta eks, e es stofraktafrutrigid ben sekur?"

"Do not talk such foolish stuff," replied her mother; "what have the mice to do with Nutcracker?... You played last night with your dolls until it was very late. You became sleepy, probably, and a stray mouse may have jumped out and frightened you; at all events, you broke a pane of glass with your elbow... There you lay in a swoon upon the floor, close by the glass case... There you lay, and scattered around, were many of Frederic's leaden soldiers..."

Mater respon: "Logo ne stof mania tak! Rat abe kia peri stofraktafrutrigid? Ni rekre pas per antroprekre intem noktu, sura tem es postetem tele. Ni esaribe pas nesesadormi, probable, e rat mikro planet inergo pas dansieks, e fob ni; surtuta ni rakta pagi kristal per merobraki. Na ni kumbe pas kon sentine sur strata, telene a gardistof. Na ni kumbe pas, e androarmemulti metalpab ot Frederik es pas distribuperi."

"Ah! dear mother, dear mother," exclaimed ​Maria, interrupting her, "those were the traces of that dreadful battle between the puppets and the mice, and what frightened me so was the danger of poor Nutcracker, when the mice were going to take him prisoner. Then I threw my shoe at the mice, and after that I don't know what happened."

Maria logoleban, intem stop mater: "A! mater filo, na es pas signa peri batal fob inter antroprekremulti e ratmulti, e na, na fob tak mi, es peril peri stofraktafrutrigid benine, temkia ratmulti pris futur ili a prison. Mi bali pas forse protekpod a rat tuta, e poste na, mi kones ne na, na aribe pas."

Doctor Stahlbaum now entered the chamber... and she could hear very plainly that he said something about a fever. She was obliged to remain in bed... She knew little Nutcracker had escaped safe from the battle, and it seemed to ​her that she sometimes heard his voice quite plainly, as if in a dream, saying mournfully, "Maria, dearest lady, what thanks do I not owe you! but you can do still more for me."

Temkia andromedisin Stalbom paso pas in samber, e Maria oto pas, na ili logo distinge bitri logo peri piretek. Maria obliga pas resta sur stofdormi. Ili kones pas, na stofraktafrutrigid mikro eskapa pas eks batal, e optikomo a iliauto, na ili oto fono ot ili distinge tele bitritem, omo in biodormi, intem logo benine: "Maria, gine filo, mi det gras tak a ni! Promulti ni inergo fakto stof plus pro mi."

One evening... the door opened, and Godfather Drosselmeier entered, saying, "I must see now for myself how it goes with the sick and wounded Maria..." Maria... cried out involuntarily, "Oh Godfather Drosselmeier, you have been very naughty; I saw you as you sat upon the clock, and covered it with your wings, so that it should not strike loud, to scare away the mice..." Her mother was quite frightened at this, and said, "What is the matter with you, dear Maria?"

Uni noktu bel, portik es pas ober, e pateratesta  Droslmer pasoin pas, intem logo: "Mi obliga optik pro miauto, es kak peri Maria pato e trauma." Maria logoleban abene ide: "O! pateratesta Droslmer, ni es benne tele; mi optik pas ni, intem ni kursi sur masintem, e kober pas ili per bi tero, prona ili inergo ne fono leban pro fob rat mikro tuta." Mater es pas fob tele akaus na, e logo; "Es kia korekne kon ni, Maria filo?"

But Godfather Drosselmeier made very strange faces... "Then Owl in swift flight comes at dead of night. Pendulum must whirr—whirr—Clock will strike kling—klang—this way—that way—tired of ticking all the day—bing—bang—and Mouse-King scare away..." Fred had not slipped in, in the meanwhile... Mother was very serious, and said, "Dear Counsellor, this is very strange sport—what do you really mean by it?"

Promulti pateratesta Droslmer akto pas fas komonne tele: "Ornisefalkat, ili tero belo noktu morta. Stofdisana obliga "uir-uir" - Masintem batal futur "klin-klan", a dis, a na, fatig kaus "tik-tok" jur tuta-"bin-ban"-fob roi, ili, ot rat eks dis." Intem Fred pasoin pas fonobabel. Mater es pas serius tele, e logo: "Androkomite filo, dis es rekre komonne - ni signifi berita kia per ili?"

"Gracious me," replied Drosselmeier, laughing, "have you forgotten then my pretty ​watch-maker's song?..." The Counsellor with these words put his hand in his pocket, drew something out slowly, and behold it was—Nutcracker with his lost teeth nicely fastened in...

Droslmer respon intem risi: "Aktoben a mi! Memorne tak ni kantik bel ot mi peri faktomasintem?" Poste logo na, androkomite plas mani in sakobesti, traktoeks belone, e optik! abe stofraktafrutrigid kon denti, na es pas perdi, fisain bel.

Said the Counsellor, "that Nutcracker's figure is none of the finest, neither can his face be called exactly handsome. How this ugliness came to be hereditary in the family, I will now relate to you, if you will listen. Or perhaps you know already the story of the Princess Pirlipat and the Lady Mouserings, and the skilful Watchmaker?"

Androkomite logo: "Forma ot stofraktafrutrigid es ne ben, e fas ili inergo ne es apela bel. Mi logo futur a nis, kak belne dis esaribe erita in famili, si nis oto. O inergo, na ni kones temdis istori peri "Infangineroi Pirlipat e ginenoble Joeldaktilrat e androfaktomasintem Tekni"?"

"Look here, Godfather Drosselmeier," interrupted Fred... "Why have you not put on his sword?"

Fred stop: "Optik, pateratesta Droslmer, ni plas ne sabre a ili pro kia?"

Replied the Counsellor, angrily... "I have cured his wounds, and he may find a sword for himself as he can."

Androkomite respon nerfo: "Mi sani pas trauma ili, e ili inergo futur eureka sabre pro iliauto."

​"Begin, begin then, dear Godfather!" cried the children, and the Counsellor began as follows.

Bi infan logoleban: "Komen, temdis komen, pateratesta filo!", e androkomite komen pas tak:

7

​It happened that once upon a time many great kings and fine princes were assembled at the court of Pirlipat's father, on which occasion much splendor was displayed... The king, in order to show plainly that he was in no want of gold and silver, was resolved to take a good handful out of his royal treasury, and expend it in a suitable manner... He said very affectionately to the queen, "You know, my dear, how extremely fond I am of sausages." The queen knew at once what he meant by that, and it was this, that she should take upon herself, as she had often done before, the useful occupation of making sausages... Soon the sweet smell of the sausage meat began to steam up out of the kettle.

Abe pas tem in istori, temkia roimulti maga e infanandroroimulti noble es kolek a kurti ot pater ot Pirlipat - kas, per na pluto multi tele es presen. Pro presen distinge, na ili abe  metalau e metalag multi, roi judi pas pro pris numer ben eks plasdola, e usa ili per maner korek. Ili logo per maner filo a roigine: "Ni kones, filo mi, mi filo maga tele intestinkarni." Roigine kones pas suragri na, roi signifi per na: ili obliga ergo peri fakto intestinkarni, omo ili akto pas ante temmulti. Odor ot karni dus komen pas bapor eks pot maga.

The important moment had now arrived when the fat was to be chopped into little pieces... But just as the fat began to fry, a small wimpering, whispering voice was heard, "Give me a little of the fat, sister—I should like my part of the feast—I too am a queen—give me a little of the fat." The queen knew very well that it was Lady Mouserings who said this. Lady Mouserings had lived these many years in ​the king's palace. She maintained that she was related to the royal family, and that she was herself a queen in the kingdom of Mousalia, for which reason she held a great court under the hearth. The queen was a kind and benevolent lady, and although she was not exactly willing to acknowledge Lady Mouserings as a true queen and sister, yet she was very ready to allow her a little banquet on this great holiday. She answered, therefore, "Come out, then, Lady Mouserings, you are welcome to a little of the fat." Upon this, Lady Mouserings leaped out very quickly and merrily, jumped upon the hearth, and seized with her dainty little paws, one piece of fat after the other as the queen reached it to her. But now, all the cousins and aunts of the Lady Mouserings came running out, besides her seven sons, rude and forward rogues, who all fell at once upon the fat, and the terrified queen could not drive them away...

Temna minut balormaga aribe pas, temkia oleo es tomi a partimulti mikro. Sed temkia oleo komen frit, uni fono mikro e forsine es pas oto: "Don mikro oleo a mi, fratergine - mi obliga abe parti mi ot festi - mi je es roigine - Don mikro oleo a mi." Roigine kones pas ben, na ili es ginenoble Joelodaktilrat, na logo pas na. Ginenoble Joelodaktilrat dom pas intem anumulti in dommaga. Ili logo pas sekur, na ili es gineemo ot famili roi, e na iliauto es roigine in nasionroi Ratali, pro na ili abe kurti maga sub anteigni. Roigine es pas gine ben e desirben, e benkia ili desir ne kones ginenoble joelodaktilrat je roigine e fratergine berita, promulti ili desir maga tele let ili festi mikro intem jurfesti na. Prona roi respon: "Prona aribeeks, ginenoble Joelodaktilrat, mi don beni oleo mikro a ni." Poste na, ginenoble Joelodaktilrat dansieks belo tele e beni sur anteigni, e pris uni parti mikro ot oleo poste omone per bi mani delikat mikro, intem roigine don ilis a ili. Sed temna kusin e onklogine tuta ot ginenoble Joelodaktilrat aribe, intem kuren, e infanandro sep ili, na es faktobelne e interesauto, na tuta dansi suragri sur oleo, e roi fob inergo pas ne espul ilis.

All the invited potentates and princes, some on white palfreys, some in crystal carriages, came in splendid apparel to the sausage-feast... Already in the first course, that of the sausage balls, it was observed that he grew pale and paler... But in the second course, which consisted of the long sausages, he sank back upon his ​throne, sobbing and moaning... At last, after much anxiety, and after the application of some very strong remedies, the king seemed to come a little to himself, and stammered out scarce audibly the words, "Too little fat!"

Antropgoberna e infanroi tuta, na es deman a festi, sur ipomulti leuko o in karmulti kristal, aribe pas in besti glori a festi ot intestinkarni. Intem partifag uni kon glob ot karnitomimikro, ilis obserba pas, na roi esaribe pali e pali plus. Sed intem partifag bi, na es ot intestinkarni longa, ili katarakta a kursi, intem idrooptik e fonopato. Tem fini, poste trankuilne maga e poste resep ot medisin multine forse, roi optikomo pas sanire mikro, e logo per inergooto telenetuta ne: "Oleo multitelene!"

Then the queen threw herself in despair at his feet, and sobbed out, "Oh, my poor, unhappy, royal husband! Alas, how great must be the suffering which you endure!... Alas! Lady Mouserings with her seven sons, and aunts and cousins, have eaten up the fat..." The king resolved to take vengeance upon Lady Mouserings and her family for having eaten up the fat of his sausages... The affair was placed at last in the hands of the royal watchmaker and mechanist.

Poste na, roigine katarakta pas a pod ili per optimane, e logoleban kon idrooptik, "O! androgame benine e roi mi! Benine! maga tak es pato, ni inergo abe! Benine! ginenoble Joelodaktilrat kon sep infanandro e onklogine e kusin multi fag pas oleo." Roi judi pas akto bejanse anti ginenoble Joelodaktilrat e famili akaus fag oleo ot intestinkarni ili. Tem fini, kas na es don a androfaktomasintem e andromasintekni.

This man (whose name was the same as mine, to wit, Christian Elias Drosselmeier) engaged, by means of a very singular and deep political scheme, to drive Lady Mouserings and her family from the palace forever. He invented therefore several curious little machines, in which a piece of toasted fat was fastened to a thread... Lady Mouserings was much too wise not to see through Drosselmeier's craft, but all her warnings, all her entreaties were of no avail, ​every one of her seven sons, and many of her cousins and aunts, went into Drosselmeier's machines, and, as they tried to snap away the fat, were caught by an iron grating... Lady Mouserings appeared one day, when the queen was in the kitchen, preparing a harslet hash for her royal husband, a dish of which he was very fond, and said, "My sons, my cousins and aunts are destroyed; take care queen, that Mouse-Queen does not bite thy little princess in two—take good care." With this she disappeared...

Andro na (nam ot na es omo ot mi, intem logo korek, Kristian Elia Droslmer) es pas okupa, per medisin ot plan distinge tele e politik profun, pro espul ginenoble Joelodaktilrat e famili eks dommaga temtuta. Ili fakto pas masinmulti neo e komonne, in na parti ot oleo kulina es fisa a line pakine. Ginenoble Joelodaktilrat es pas sofi multitele pro kones ne tekni ot Droslmer, promulti informaante tuta ot ili, deman tuta ot ili es peri nul asista - sep infanandro ili e kusinmulti e onkloginemulti ili paso in masinmulti ot Droslmer, e temkia ilis forseauto pas pro morse oleo, es pas pris per diktio metal e tomiben. Ginenoble Joelodaktilrat espresen pas intem uni jur bel, intem roigine es in samberkulina, e intem prepara misa ot karni e patat pro androgame, alimen, peri na ili filo maga tele, e logo: "Infanandro, kusin e onklogine multi ot mi es destruk; atentif! roigine, na roigine ot rat mikro tuta morse futur infangineroi mikro a bi parti - atentif ben!" Poste na, ili ekspresen pas.

"But this, dear children," said Drosselmeier, "is enough for to-night—the rest at another time."

Droslmer logo: "Promulti, infanmulti filo, es komple pro noktu dis - resta temkia tem omone."

8

You know now, children, commenced Counsellor Drosselmeier, on the following evening, why the queen took such care in guarding the beautiful Princess Pirlipat.

Androkomite Droslmer komen pas temkia noktu sekuen: Nis kones dis, infanmulti, pro kia roigine atentif tak peri gardi infangineroi bel Pirlipat.

Late one night the two chief nurses who sat close by the cradle, started up out of a deep sleep... They just saw before them a large, dreadful mouse, which stood erect upon its hind feet, and had laid its ugly head close against the face of the princess. With a cry of terror they jumped up; all awoke, but in a moment Lady Mouserings (for the great mouse by Pirlipat's cradle was no one but she) ran as fast as she could to the corner of the chamber. The secretaries of legation leaped after her, but too late—she had disappeared through a hole in the chamber ​floor... But how great was their terror, when they looked at Pirlipat, and saw what a change had taken place in the sweet beautiful child. Instead of the white and red face with golden locks, a large, ill-shaped head sat upon her thin shrivelled body, her azure blue eyes were changed into green staring ones, and her little mouth had stretched itself from ear to ear. The queen was brought to death's door by grief and sorrow... Pirlipat's royal father... laid all the blame upon the court watch-maker and mechanist, Christian Elias Drosselmeier of Nuremburg. He therefore wisely decreed that Drosselmeier should restore the Princess Pirlipat to her former condition within four weeks, or at least find out some certain and infallible method of effecting this, otherwise he should suffer a shameful death under the axe of the executioner.

Uni noktu postetem, bi gineatentifinfan, na kursi telene a stofdormi ot infan, es pas eksdormi belo eks dormi profun. Ilis optik pas ante ilis rat maga e fob, na surpod sur bi pod poste, e plas sefal belne ot ili a fas ot infangineroi. Poste logoleban ot fob, ilis dansi pas; antrop tuta eksdormi pas, sed poste uni sekun, ginenoble Joelodaktilrat (akaus rat maga a latera ot stofdormi ot Pirlipat es antropnul sed iliauto) kuren pas omo belo inergo a goni ot samber. Sekretar multine inergo dansi sur ili, sed postetem - rat ekspresen pas dia orifis in strata ot samber. Sed fob ilis es maga tak, temkia ilis optik Pirlipat, e optik muta tak aribe pas in infan dus e bel na. A plas ot fas leuko e ruj kon kapila ot krom metalau, sefal komonne es sur korpo pakine e umidne, bi optik ajur es pas muta a berdi, na klos ne, e buka mikro ot ili es distribu ot oto a oto. Roigine morta pas telenetuta akaus benine e pato. Pater roi ot Pirlipat plas eror komple a androfaktomasintem e androteknimasin Kristian Elia Droselmer ot urban Nuremburg. Prona roi deklara sofi, na Droslmer obliga sanire infangineroi Pirlipat a forma tempas intem ebdoma kuadri o eureka futur medisin sekur e erorne plasunine pro akto na, o ili abe futur morta benne sub martelunine ot androaktopuni.

He...sank down by her cradle in despair, for he was not allowed to leave it. The ​fourth week had commenced... Drosselmeier began to weep bitterly, but the Princess Pirlipat lay as happy as the day, and cracked nuts.

Droslmer rakta pas a latera ot stofdormi akaus optimane, akaus ili es ne permit let ili. Ebdoma kuadri komen pas. Droslmer komen idrooptik pato, sed infangineroi Pirlipat kumbe pas beni, e rakta frutrigidmulti.

In truth, immediately after her transformation, she had screamed continually until a nut accidentally came in her way, which she immediately put into her mouth, cracked it, ate the kernel, and then became quite composed. Since that time her nurses found that nothing pleased her so well as to be supplied with nuts... Cried Christian Elias Drosselmeier. "Thou pointest me to the gates of this mystery..." He begged straightway for permission to speak with the royal astronomer, and was led to his apartment under a strong guard... Night came on; the astronomer looked at the stars, and with the aid of Drosselmeier, who had great skill in such matters, set up the horoscope of Princess Pirlipat... At last it became clear, that the Princess Pirlipat, in order to be freed from the magic which had deformed her, and to regain her beauty, had nothing to do but to eat the kernel of the nut Crackatuck.

Berita, poste belo muta, infangineroi logoleban fonobabel jurtuta, sura uni frutrigid aribeespekne a ili, ili plas pas suragri in buka, rakta ili, fag partiin, e poste na, ili esaribe trankuil tele. Poste tem na, gineatentif tuta eureka pas, na stofnul beni ili, omo es don per frutrigid multi. Kristian Elia Droslmer logoleban: "Ni presen responpro peri problem dis." Ili deman suragri permit peri logo kon androstela ot roi, e es sefal pas a samber ili sub androgardimulti forse. Noktu aribe pas; androstela optik a stelamulti, e kon asista ot Droselmer, na abe tekni maga peri stof tak, fakto pas listatemstela ot infangineroi Pirlipat. Tem fini, es kristal, na infangineroi Pirlipat, pro es libere ot tauma benne, na muta pas ili, e pro gainre bel, akto futur simple per fag partiin ot frutrigid "Krakatok".

Now the nut Crackatuck had such a hard shell, that an eight-and-forty pounder might be wheeled over it without breaking it. This ​hard nut must be cracked with the teeth before the princess, by a man who had never been shaved, and had never worn boots... On Sunday afternoon, when the mechanist, who was to have been beheaded early Monday morning, rushed in with joy and transport, and proclaimed that he had found out a method of restoring to the Princess Pirlipat her lost beauty... "Immediately after dinner we will go to work," he added; "and see to it, dear mechanist, that the unshorn young man in shoes is ready at hand with the nut Crackatuck..." Drosselmeier was very much discomposed at these words; and, after much stuttering and stammering, said, that the method was discovered, indeed, but that the nut Crackatuck and the young man to crack it were yet to be sought after, and that it was quite doubtful whether nut or nutcracker would ever be found.

Promulti frutrigid Krakatok abe derma rigid tak, na fusilmagaarme inergo es rotat sur ili abene rakta ili. Frutrigid rigid na obliga futur es rakta per denti ante infangineroi per andro, na es rase temnul, e porta koberpodleban temnul. Temkia postemedijur ot Juruni, temkia androteknimasin, na es futur pro tomieks sefal ot korpo temkia antemedijur ot Jurbi, presin kon beni e belo, e deklara pas, na ili eureka pas medisin pro donre bel perdi a infangineroi Pirlipat. Roi logo: "Poste temfag, mis ergo futur suragri; e sekur dis, androteknimasin filo, na andro jube e rasene na in bi protekpod lebanne es prepara plasdis kon frutrigid Krakatok." Droslmer es pas trankuilne a logo na; e poste eror multi ot buka e labia, logo pas, na medisin es berita eureka, sed frutrigid Krakatok e andro jube, na obliga rakta ili, sura temna es ne eureka, e es fidene, si frutrigid o androrakta es futur eureka.

The king in great anger swung his sceptre about his crowned head, and roared with the voice of a lion, "Then off goes thy head!"... Drosselmeier then after a while took courage, and represented to the monarch, that he had ​performed his task in discovering the means to restore the princess to her beauty, and thus by the terms of the royal decree had secured his safety. The king said that was all trash, stupid stuff and nonsense, but resolved at last, that the watchmaker should leave the court instantly, accompanied by the royal astronomer, and never return without the nut Crackatuck in his pocket. 

Roi per nerfo maga undula batonroi peri sefal kon koron, e logoleban omo per fono ot leon: "Prona mis tomieks sefal ni!" Poste minut mikro, Droslmer abe pas brabo, e presen a roi, na ili komple pas ergo ot eureka medisin pro donre bel a infangineroi, e per sistem ot deklara ot roi, sekur pas iliauto. Roi logo, na stof tuta na es balorne, stof sofine e resonne, sed a fini, judi pas, na androfaktomasintem obliga let suragri dommaga kon androstela ot roi, e aribere futur ne abene frutrigid Krakatok in sakbesti.

Here the Counsellor broke off again, and promised to narrate the rest on the following evening.

Poste na, androkomite stop neo, e donlogo pas pro logo resta intem noktu saftra.

9

The next evening as soon as the candles were lighted, Godfather Drosselmeier appeared, and continued his story as follows:

Noktu sekuen omo antetem kandelmulti es igni, pateratesta Droslmer espresen, e stopne pas istori omo poste:

​Drosselmeier and the astronomer had been fifteen years on their journey without seeing the least signs of the nut Crackatuck... Drosselmeier sank at last into despondency, and felt a great desire to see his dear native city, Nuremburg. This desire came upon him all at once, as he was smoking a pipe of tobacco with his friend in the middle of a great wood in Asia... He... said: "But why, my respected colleague, why sit here and howl? Why should we not go to Nuremberg? Is it not all the same, wherever we seek after this miserable nut, Crackatuck?"

Droslmer e androstela turis pas peri dekakuinti anu, abene optik signa mikro ot frutrigid Krakatok. Tem fini, Droslmer katarakta pas akaus optimane, e senti desir maga peri optik urbanpater filo Nuremburg. Desir na aribe pas espekne a ili, intem ili fume pipe kon tabako kon filo a medi ot silbi maga a Asia. Androstela logo: "Filo respek ot mi, kursi a plasdis e fonobabel pro kia? Mis paso futur ne a urban Nuremburg pro kia? Abe ne omo, plastuta mis optikpro frutrigid benine dis, Krakatok?"

"That is true," replied Drosselmeier, greatly consoled. Both arose, knocked out their pipes, and went straightforward out of the wood in the middle of Asia, right to Nuremburg. They had scarcely arrived there, when Drosselmeier ran to his brother, Christopher Zacharias Drosselmeier, puppet-maker, varnisher, and gilder, whom he had not seen for these many years. The watch-maker told him the whole story of the Princess Pirlipat...

Droslmer respon akaus beninekon: "Dis es berita." Bi andro surpod, batal tabako ot bi pipe, e paso pas direk eks silbi a medi ot Asia, a urban Nurmburg suragri. Ilis es pas na nul telenetuta tem, temkia Droslmer fasper pas frater, Kristofer Sakaria Droslmer, androantroprekre, androstofantiidro e androkobermetalau, ili ne optik pas intem anu multi tele. Andromasintem logo pas istori komple peri infangineroi Pirlipat.

At last, he tossed his hat and wig up in the air, clasped his brother round the neck, and cried: "Brother, brother, you are safe!—safe, I say; for I must be wonderfully mistaken if I have not that nut Crackatuck at this very moment in my possession!" He then drew a little box from his pocket, and took out of it a gilded nut of moderate size. "See," he said, "this nut fell into my hands in this way. Many years ago, a stranger came here at ​Christmas time with, a sack full of nuts, which, he offered for sale cheap. Just as he passed my shop, he got into a quarrel with a nut-seller of this city, who did not like to see a stranger come hither to undersell him, and for this reason attacked him. The man put down his sack upon the ground, the better to defend himself, and at the same moment, a heavily-laden wagon passed directly over it; all the nuts were cracked in pieces except this one..."

Tem fini, ili bali leban kobersefal e kapilaseudo in aer, pris pas frater peri kol, e logo: "Frater, frater, ni es sekur - mi logo: sekur! - akaus mi eror tauma, si mi abe ne frutrigid berita, Krakatok, minut dis kon mi!" Ili trakto konten mikro ot arbor eks sakobesti, pris pas frutrigid kon maga komon eks ili. Ili logo: "Kones, na frutrigid dis aribe pas a mi per medisin dis: abe anu multi, androeksnasion aribe pas a dis intem Jurkristo kon sako kon frutrigidmulti, ili ofer subtarif a mi. Omo postetem temkia ili paso meta domergo, ili disput anti androfrutrigid ot urban dis, na filo ne, na androeksurban aribe pas a dis pro subtarif ili, e pro kaus dis, komen atak ili. Andro plas pas sako sur geo pro defen ben iliauto, e omo sekun, kar gram kon ipomulti paso pas dia ili; frutrigid tuta es pas rakta a parti mikro, kontenne dis frutrigid."

The joy of the travellers was beyond bounds... The mechanist and the astronomer had both put on their night-caps, and were getting into bed as the latter commenced: "My worthy colleague, good fortune never comes single. Take my word for it, we have found, not only the nut Crackatuck, but also the young man who is to crack it, and hand the kernel to the princess. I mean nobody else than your brother's son..."

Beni ot bi androturis es pas meta limit. Androfaktomasin e androstela porta bi proteksefaldormi, e paso pas in stofdormi, temkia andro bi komen: "Kas ben es uni simpli temnul. Fide logo mi, mis eureka ne simpli frutrigid Krakatok, sed andro jube je pro rakta ili, e don partiin a infangineroi. Mi fisa antropnul, kontenne infanandro ot frater ni."

The brother's son was in truth a handsome, well grown young man, who had never been ​shaved, and who had never worn boots... On Christmas days he wore a handsome red coat trimmed with gold, a sword... In this fine dress he would stand in his father's shop, and out of gallantry crack nuts for the young girls, for which reason he was called the handsome Nutcracker.

Infanandro ot frater es pas berita andro jube e matur, na raso temnul, e na porta protekpod leban temnul. Intem Jurkristo tuta, ili porta bestisur ruj e bel kon limit ot krom metalau, e sabre. In besti bel na, ili surpod in domergo ot pater, e akaus faktobel, rakta pas frutrigidmulti pro gine jube tuta, akaus na ili es apela Androraktafrutrigid bel.

On the following morning the astronomer was in raptures... "There are two things, worthy colleague, which we must see to. In the first place, we must braid for your excellent nephew a stout wooden queue, which shall be joined in such a way to his lower jaw, that it can move it with great force. In the next place, when we ​arrive at the king's palace, we must let no one know that we have brought the young man with us..."

Temkia antemedijur sekuen, androstela es pas beni tele: "Abe bi stof, androkon balor, a na mis nesesa es atentif. Plas uni, mis nesesa fakto baton arbor e forse pro infan ot frater ni, na es fisa a nato ili, ili inergo sine per forse maga. Plas sekuen, temkia mis aribe a dommaga ot roi, mis nesesa kones antropnul, na mis pas pris andro jube dis kon misauto."

The travellers were not a little terrified when they beheld the princess again. Her little body, with its tiny hands and feet, was hardly able to carry her great misshapen head, and the ugliness of her face was increased by a white cotton beard, which had spread itself around her mouth, and over her chin...

Bi androturis es pas fob tele, temkia ilis optik re infangineroi. Korpo mikro kon mani e pod mikro inergo ne telenetuta porta sefal maga e komonne, e belne ot fas plus per kapilabuka koton, na distribu peri buka e dia subbuka.

When the king, in the anguish of his heart, had promised his daughter and his kingdom to ​him who should effect the disenchantment, the handsome young Drosselmeier stepped forward... He received the nut Crackatuck from the hands of the master of ceremonies, put it without hesitation between his teeth, pulled his queue very hard, and crack—crack—the shell broke into many pieces... reached it with a low bow to the princess... The princess straightway swallowed the kernel, and behold! her ugly shape was gone, and in ​its place appeared a most beautiful figure, with a face of roses and lilies, delicate white and red, eyes of living, sparkling azure, and locks curling in bright golden ringlets.

Temkia roi, akaus pato ot kardi, donlogo, na ili don futur infangineroi e nasionroi a andro, na stop tauma benne, Droslmer bel e jube pasoante pas. Ili resep frutrigid ot sefal ot festi, plas ili inter dentimulti abe ne espek, trakto pas forse baton, e "krak, krak", frutrigid rakta pas a parti multi, don ili per brak longa a infangineroi kon kurba ot korpo. Infangine larin pas partiin, e optik! forma belne ot ili es eks, e in plas ot ili, abe pas forma bel tele kon fas ot kroma ros e flor sesonuni, leuko e ruj delikat, bi optik ot krom bio e ajur foto, e kapila per perimulti ot krom metalau.

Young Drosselmeier... was just stretching back his right foot... when Lady Mouserings rose squeaking and squealing out of the floor; down came his foot upon her head, and he stumbled... His body became shrivelled up, and was hardly​ able to support his great misshapen head, his eyes turned green and staring, and his mouth was stretched from ear to ear. Instead of his queue, a narrow wooden cloak hung down upon his back, with which he moved his lower jaw.

Droslmer jube sine pas poste pod destra, temkia ginenoble Joelodaktilrat leban kon fonomulti "skik" eks stratapod; pod ili lebanne pas sur sefal ot ginenoble, e ili katarakta pas. Korpo ot ili plusne, e inergo pas ne telenetuta porta sefal maga ot ili, bi optik ili esaribe berdi e ober tele, e buka ili es distribu ot oto a oto bi. In plas ot baton, kober longa ot arbor pende lebanne telene a noto, per na ili sine nato lebanne ot ili. 

When Lady Mouserings lay in her last agonies, she squeaked and whimpered in a piteous tone: "Oh, Crackatuck! hard nut—hi, hi!—of thee I now must die!—que, que—son with seven crowns will bite—Nutcracker—at night—hi, hi—que, que—and revenge his mother's death..." With this cry, Lady Mouserings died... The princess held both hands before her face, and cried, "Away, away with the ugly Nutcracker!..." The king... put all the blame upon the mechanist and astronomer, and banished them forever from the kingdom... The astronomer... straightway took another observation, and declared that he could read in the stars, that young Drosselmeier would conduct himself so well in his new station, that in spite of his ​deformity, he would yet become a prince and a king; and that his former beauty would return, as soon as the son of Lady Mouserings, who had been born with seven heads, after the death of her seven sons, had fallen by his hand, and a maiden had loved him, notwithstanding his ugly shape.

Intem ili kumbe in patomulti ultim, ginenoble Joelodaktilrat logo lebanne per fono forsene e benine: "O! Krakatok - A, A! - akaus ni, mi obliga morta - A, A! - infanandro kon sep koron - kuku! - morse Androraktafrutrigid intem noktu - e bejanse morta ot mater." Poste logoleban na, ginenoble Joelodaktilrat morta pas. Infangine roi plas pas bi mani ante fas, e logoleban: "Sineeks, eks, androraktafrutrigid belne!" Roi plas eror komple a andromasintem e androstela, e permitne ilis in nasionroi temtuta. Androstela metri pas obserba omone, e deklara, na ili inergo optik in stela tuta, na Droslmer jube akto futur ben per ergo neo, e na desirne forma benne, ili esaribe futur infanandroroi e roi benkia, e na bel ante ot ili aribere, omo antetem na infanandro ot ginenoble Joelodaktilrat, na gene pas kon sep sefal poste morta ot sep infanandro ot ili, morta futur per mani ot Androraktafrutrigid, e gine filo futur ili, desirne forma belne.

The Counsellor thus concluded his narration.

Androkomite fini pas je istori.

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If any one of my good readers has ever had the misfortune to cut himself with glass, he knows how it hurts, and how long a time it takes to heal... But at last she became entirely well, and could play about the chamber as merrily as ever... But, best of all, Maria found her dear Nutcracker again. He stood on the second shelf, and smiled upon her with a good, sound set of teeth.

Si uni ot nis, antroplektur ben mi, abe pas kas benne peri tomi niauto per kristal, ili kones, omo tomi pato, e tem longa es nesesa pro medisin. Promulti tem fini, Maria esaribe sani komple, e inergo pas rekre in samber omo beni antetem. Sed ben plasuni ot tuta, Maria eureka pas neo androraktafrutrigid. Ili surpod sur planki bi, e subrisi pas a Maria per grup ot denti ben e sani.

Twilight had come on; the doctor, with Godfather Drosselmeier, entered the sitting-room; and it was not long before Louise had arranged the tea-table, and all sat around, talking cheerfully of various things. Maria... looked up with her large blue eyes in the Counsellor's face, and said: "I know, dear Godfather Drosselmeier, that my Nutcracker is your nephew, the young Drosselmeier... You know now that he is at war with the son of Lady Mouserings—with the hateful Mouse-King. Why do you not help him?"

Sola komen pas dormi temna, e andromedisin kon pateratesta Droslmer paso pas in samberkursi; abe pas tem longane, ante na Luisa plas pas stofbibetemulti sur mensa, e antroptuta kursi pas peri mensa, intem logokon beni peri stofmulti omone. Maria optik pas per bi optik maga e ajur a fas ot androkomite, e logo: "Mi kones, pateratesta Droslmer, na androraktafrutrigid mi es infanandro ot frater ni, Droslmer jube. Ni kones temdis, na ili abe batal anti androinfan ot ginenoble Joelodaktilrat - anti roi filone ot ratmulti mikro. Ni asista ne ili akaus kia?"

But Godfather Drosselmeier, with a strange smile, took little Maria upon his lap, and said in a softer tone than he was ever heard to speak in before:... "Thou hast much to suffer, if thou wouldst take the part of the poor misshapen Nutcracker, for ​the Mouse-King watches for him at every hole and corner. I cannot, thou—thou alone canst rescue him..." These words... appeared so singular to Doctor Stahlbaum, that he felt the Counsellor's pulse, and said: "Worthy friend, you have some violent congestion about the head; I will prescribe something for you." But the mother shook her head thoughtfully, and spoke: "I feel what it is that the Counsellor means, but I cannot express it in words."

Promulti pateratesta Droslmer kon subrisi komonne pris pas Maria sur bi atromero, e logo per fono lebanne plus, je ili es kones pas pro logo ante tem tuta: "Ni nesesa pato multi, si ni desir asista androraktafrutrigid benine e forma benne, akaus roi ot ratmulti mikro atentif ili a orifis e goni tuta. Mi inergo ne, e ni - uni ni inergo libere ili." Logo na optikomo pas komonne tak a andromedisin Stalbom, na ili senti karpabatalkardi ot androkomite, e logo: "Filo balor, ni abe stop biolen in sefal; mi don futur medisin a ni." Sed mater agita pas sefal, intem ide, e logo: "Mi senti na, na es, androkomite signifi, promulti mi inergo ne presen ili per logo."

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Not long after, Maria was awaked one moonlight night by a strange rattling, that seemed to come out of a corner of the chamber... She saw the Mouse-King work his way out of a hole in the wall, then run, with sparkling eyes and crowns, around and around the chamber, when, at last, with a desperate leap, he sprang upon the little table that stood close by her bed. "Hi—hi—hi—must give me thy sugar-plums—thy gingerbread—little thing—or I will bite thy Nutcracker—thy Nutcracker!" So squeaked the Mouse-King, and snapped and grated hideously with his teeth, then sprang down again, and away through the hole in the wall... A hundred times she was going to inform her mother or Louise of what had happened, or at least to tell Fred, but she ​thought: "No one will believe me, and I shall only be laughed at..." So, in the evening, she laid all that she had—and she had a great deal—down before the foot of the glass case.

Poste tem longane ot uni noktu bel kon fotoluna, Maria es pas eksdormi per fonobabel ot agita komonne, na optikomo aribe eks goni ot samber. Ili optik pas, na roi ot ratmulti mikro sine forse iliauto eks orifis in mura, poste na, kuren pas kon optik tuta e sep koron foto peri e peri samber, temkia tem fini, ili dansi per dansi maga sur mensa mikro, na es telene a stofdormi. "Hi-hi! - Obliga don a mi - prunsukar, panisukar - o mi - morse futur androraktafrutrigid ni - androraktafrutrigid ni!" Roi ot ratmulti mikro logo pas tak, poste na, klos espekne e morse fob per denti, poste na, dansire lebanne, e pasoeks dia orifis in mura. Ili desir pas logo senti tem peri na a mater o Luisa o plasunine a Fred, sed ili ide pas, "Antropnul fide futur ne mi, e ilis risi futur simple peri mi." Prona temkia ante temdormi, ili let pas stofsukar tuta, ili abe, a pod ot gardistof ot kristal.

The next morning, her mother said: "It is strange what brings the mice all at once into the sitting-room. See, poor Maria, they have eaten up all your gingerbread..." Maria did not grieve about her cake and sugar-plums, for she was greatly delighted to think that she had saved little Nutcracker. But what was her terror, when the very next night she heard a squeaking and squealing close to her ear! Ah, the Mouse-King was there again, and his eyes sparkled ​more dreadfully, and he whistled and squeaked much louder than before: "Must give me thy sugar-puppets—chocolate figures—little thing—or I will bite thy Nutcracker—thy Nutcracker!" and with this, the terrible Mouse-King sprang down, and ran away again. Maria was very sad; she went the next morning to the glass case... "Ah, dear Master Drosselmeier," she said, turning to Nutcracker, "there is nothing that I will not do to save you, but this is very hard!..." So at evening, she placed all her sugar figures down at the foot of the glass case, just as she had done before with her sugar-plums and cake.

Antemedijur sekuen, mater logo: "Abe kas komonne, na aribe ratmulti mikro a samberkursi espekne. Optik, Maria, ilis fag pas panisukar ni tuta." Maria idrooptik pas ne peri panisukar e prunsukar multi ot ili, akaus ili es maga beni peri ide, na ili libere pas androraktafrutrigid mikro. Sed fob tak ot ili, temkia noktu sekuen, ili oto pas "skik" e logoleban multi telene a oto! A! roi ot ratmulti mikro es pas re plasna, e optik tuta ot ili foto pas per fob maga plus, e ili "skik" e forseaer leban plus tele je ante na: "Obliga don a mi antroprekre ot sukar, antroprekre ot sokolat - stof mikro - o mi morse futur androraktafrutrigid ni - androraktafrutrigid ni!" E poste na, roi ot ratmulti mikro dansi lebanne, e eskapa pas re. Maria es pas benine tele; ili paso pas a gardistof ot kristal antemedijur sekuen. Ili logo intem turni a androraktafrutrigid: "A! infanandro Droslmer filo, abe nul, mi akto pro libere ni, sed dis es pato tele!" Prona temkia tem ante dormi, ili plas pas lebanne antroprekre tuta ot sukar a pod ot gardistof ot kristal, je ili akto pas ante na per prunsukar e panisukar tuta.

"Well, that is too bad!" said her mother, the next morning. "A mouse must have got ​into the glass case, for all poor Maria's sugar figures are gnawed and bitten in pieces." In the evening, her mother told the Counsellor of the mischief...

Mater logo antemedijur sekuen: "Komonne! abe benne tele! Rat mikro paso pas berita in gardistof ot kristal, akaus antroprekre tuta ot sukar ot Maria es pas nato e morse a partimulti." Intem postemedijur, mater logo pas a antropkomite peri akto benne.

Said the doctor, "but we will try a trap first. Have we got one?"

Andromedisin logo: "Mis proba futur stofpris. Abe mis uni stofpris?"

"Godfather Drosselmeier can make them best," said Fred, "for he invented them."

Fred logo: "Pateratesta Droslmer inergo fakto ben plasuni ilis, akaus ili fakto pas ilis tem plasuni."

The Counsellor assured her that he had a number in his possession, and immediately sent for one. In a short time it was brought...

Antropkomite sekur ili, na ili abe uni stofpris in stofabe ot iliauto, e espedi pas pro ili suragri. Poste tem longane, ili es porta a na.

The Counsellor tied the fat to a fine piece of thread, and set the trap softly, softly down by the glass case...

Androkomite fisa oleo a parti delikat ot line, e plas pas stofpris atentif, atentif lebanne telene a gardistof ot kristal.

Ah, but what a night did Maria pass! Something cold as ice tapped here and there against her arm; and crept, rough and hideous, upon her cheek, and squeaked and squealed in her ear. The hateful Mouse-King sat upon her shoulder. He opened his seven blood-red mouths, and, grating and snapping his teeth, he squeaked and hissed in her ear: "Wise mouse—wise mouse—goes not into the house—goes not to the feast—likes sugar things best—craft set at naught—will not be caught—give, give all—new frock—picture books—all the best—or shall have no rest.—I will tear and bite—Nutcracker at night—hi, hi—que, que!" Maria was full ​of sorrow and anxiety. She looked very pale and disturbed on the following morning, when Fred told her that the mouse had not been caught...

A! Maria paso pas noktu tak! Stof konesne, frigid omo idrojele, batal mikro a plasdis e plasna sur brak, e repti rigid e fob sur parei, e "skik" e forseaer pas in oto ili. Roi filone ot ratmulti mikro kursi pas sur epaul ili. Ili ober sep buka ruj-emo, e intem morse e forseaer, ili "skik" e forseaer in oto: "Rat sofi - rat sofi - pasoin ne - a festi  paso ne - filo plasuni stofsukar - tekni usane - es pris futur ne - don, don tuta - bestigine neo - biblopitures - ben plasuni tuta - o abe pasine. - Mi rakta e morse futur - androraktafrutrigid intem noktu - e, e - ku, ku!"  

As soon as Maria was alone in the sitting-room, she stepped to the glass case, and said, sobbing, to Nutcracker: "Ah, my dear, good Mr. Drosselmeier, what can I—poor, unhappy maiden—do?... When I have nothing left to give him, he will at last want me, instead of you, to bite in pieces..." She took him carefully from the shelf... She felt that he suddenly grew warm in her hand, and began to move!... his little mouth began to work and twist, and move up and down, and at last, with a great deal of labor, he lisped out: "Ah, dearest, best Miss Stahlbaum—excellent friend, how shall I thank you? No! no picture-books, no Christmas frock!—Get me a sword—a sword. For the rest, I—" Here speech left him, and his eyes, which had begun to express the deepest sympathy, became staring and motionless.

Temkia ili kursi uni in samberkursi, temna Maria paso pas a gardistof ot kristal, e logo a androraktafrutrigid, intem idrooptik: "A! andro Droslmer ben ot mi, mi - infangine plutone e benine - inergo akti kia? Temkia mi abe nul pro don a ili, roi ot ratmulti mikro desir futur mi in plas ot ni pro morse a partimulti temkia tem fini." Ili pris plas androraktafrutrigid atentif ot planki. Ili senti pas, na androraktafrutrigid esaribe espekne kalor in mani ili, e komen sine. Buka mikro ot ili komen akto e strepto, e sine a leban e lebanne, e tem fine per ergo fasilne multi, ili logo lebanne: "A! gine filo tele Stalbom, filo ben tele, mi gras ni kak? Ne, nul biblopitures, nul bestigine ot jurkristo! - Pris sabre pro mi, sabre. Pro resta, mi - " Temdis inergo ot logo let pas ili, e bi optik, na komen pas presen sentikon, esaribe pas abe ober fisa e abene sine.

 

Where should she obtain a sword for him? Maria at last resolved to ask advice of Fred; and in the evening, when their parents had gone out, and they sat alone together in the chamber by the glass case, she told him all that had happened to Nutcracker and Mouse-King, and then begged him to furnish the little fellow with a sword... "I yesterday permitted an old colonel of the cuirassiers to retire upon a pension, and consequently he has no farther use for his fine sharp sabre..." He was brought out, his fine silver sabre taken from him, and buckled about Nutcracker.

Maria eureka futur sabra pro ili plaskia? Maria fisa pas tem fini pro deman donide ot Fred; e intem postemedijur, poste bi pamater pasoeks pas, ilis kursi uni kon omone telene a gardistof ot kristal, Maria logo a ili stoftuta, na aribe pas a androraktafrutrigid e roi ot ratmulti mikro, e poste na, deman bel, na ili don sabre a andro mikro. Ili logo: "Mi let bsera, na strategosep paleo ot androsabremulti let stop ergo kon salari, e temdis, ili abe ne usa pro sabre ben e tomiben ot ili." Stratego es portaeks, sabre ben metalag es pris ot ili, e plas pas peri androraktafrutrigid. 

Maria could scarcely get to sleep that night, she was so anxious and fearful. About midnight, it seemed to her as if she heard a strange rustling, and rattling, and slashing, in the sitting-room... Presently she heard a gentle knocking at the door... Little Nutcracker stood without, with a bloody sword in his right hand, and a wax taper in his left. As soon as he saw Maria, he bent down on one knee, and said:... "The treacherous Mouse-King is overcome... Best, kindest Miss Stahlbaum, you know not what beautiful things I could show you at this moment while my enemy lies vanquished, if you ​would have the condescension to follow me for a few steps. Oh, will you not be so kind?"

Maria inergo ne pas dormi telenetuta, akaus ili es trankuilne e fob tak. Peri medinoktu, optikomo pas a ili, omo oto fonobabel lebanne e komonne, e fonoagita e forseaer ot sabre in samberkursi. Poste tem longane, ili oto pas batal lebanne a portik. Androraktafrutrigid mikro surpod ante samber kon sabre emo in mani destra e kandel mikro in destrane. Omo antetem ili optik Maria, ili uniartromero pas ante Maria, re logo: "Roi teknidesep ot ratmulti mikro es morta. Ginenoble Stalbom ben tele, ni kones ne stofmulti tauma, mi inergo presen a ni temdis, intem filone mi kumbe esbatal, si ni abe desir pro paso poste mi intem paso multine. O! es futur ne ni ben tak?"

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Nutcracker clapped his little hands together again, when the Rose Lake began to dash louder, the waves rolled higher, and Maria perceived a car of shells, covered with bright, sparkling, gay-colored jewels, moving toward them in the distance, drawn by two golden-scaled dolphins.

Androraktafrutrigid fono pas neo per bi mani mikro, e poste na, lak Ros komen sine per fono maga plus, undulamulti leban plus, e Maria optik espekne uni kar ot konkomulti, na es kober per joelomulti foto e krommulti, e na aribe ot tele, e na es trakto per bi porkomari kon lepidomulti ot krom ot metalau.

Maria did not heed them, for she was gazing in the sweet-scented, rosy waves, out of which the face of a charming little maiden smiled up upon her. "Ah!" she cried joyfully, and struck her hands together. "Look, look, dear Master Drosselmeier! There is the Princess Pirlipat down in the water!..."

Mari atentif pas ne ilis, akaus ili optik undulamulti, na es odor dus e kromros, e in na fas ot gine jube e bel subrisi a ili. Ili logoleban akaus beni, e batal bi mani uni a omone: "Optik, optik, andro jube Droslmer filo! Abe lebanne infangineroi Pirlipat in idro!" 

Nutcracker sighed quite sorrowfully, and said: "Oh, kindest Miss Stahlbaum, that is not ​the Princess Pirlipat—it is you, you—it is your own lovely face that smiles so sweetly out of the Rose Lake." Upon this, Maria drew her head back very quickly, put her hands before her face, and blushed very much... They now found themselves in a little thicket, which was perhaps more beautiful even than the Christmas Wood... "We are in Sweetmeat Grove," said Nutcracker, "but yonder is the Capital."

Androraktafrutrigid respira pas forse akaus benine, e logo: "O! gine jube Stalbom ben, na es ne infangineroi Pirlipat - ili es ni - abe fas ot niauto, na subrisi eks lak Ros." Temna Maria turnire belo tele sefal, plas bi mani ante fas, e fasruj pas tele. Temna ilis eureka ilisauto in plas mikro ot planta dense, na es inergo bel tak je silbi Jurkristo. Androraktafrutrigid logo: Mis es in silbi Fagdus, sed a tele abe urbansefal."

How can I venture, children, to describe the beauty and splendor of the city which now displayed itself to Maria's eyes, upon the broad, flowery meadow before them?... A little man in a brocade dressing-gown threw himself upon Nutcracker's neck, with the words: "Welcome, best prince! welcome to Confectionville!"

Mi inergo forseauto kak, nis infanmulti, pro logo peri bel e glori ot urban, na temna presen pas a bi optik ot Maria, sur geoerbi maga e ot flor ante ilis? Andro mikro in bestisur bel dansi a kol ot Androraktafrutrigid kon logo: "Aribeben, infanandroroi! Aribeben a Urbanfaktostofsukar!"

Maria was not a little astonished to hear young Drosselmeier called a prince by such a distinguished man.

Maria es pas surpris tele peri oto, na Droslmer jube es apela infanandroroi per andro distinge tak.

All the houses around were of sugared filagree work...

Dom tuta peri ilis es pas forma per sukar.

Here were beautifully-dressed men and women, Armenians and Greeks, Jews and ​Tyrolese, officers and soldiers, preachers, shepherds, and harlequins—in short, all the people that can possibly be found in the world... The man in the brocade dressing-gown, who had called Nutcracker a prince at the gate, clambered up by the obelisk, and having thrice pulled a little bell, called out three times: "Confiseur! confiseur! confiseur!"

Na abe pas andro e gine multi, na abe bestimulti bel: antroparmeni e antropgres, antropjuda e antroptirole, stratego e androbatal, antropkaprin e antroprisi multi - pro abrebi: antrop tuta, abe in Geo komple. Andro in bestisur kon linemulti bel, na apela pas Androraktafrutrigid infanandroroi a portikmaga, repti pas leban a batonmemor maga, e poste trakto korda ot donfono, logoleban tri tem: "Androstofsukar! Androstofsukar! Androstofsukar!"

The tumult was immediately appeased... "What do they mean by 'Confiseur,' good Master Drosselmeier?" asked Maria.

Fonobabel komple es pas trankuil suragri. Maria deman: "Ilis signifi kia per "Androstofsukar", andro jube Droslmer?"

"Ah, best Miss Stahlbaum," replied Nutcracker, "by 'Confiseur' is meant an unknown but very fearful power, which they believe can do with them as he pleases; it is the Fate that rules over this merry little people, and ​they fear it so much, that the mere mention of the name is able to still the greatest tumult. Each one then thinks no longer of any thing earthly—of cuffs, and kicks, and broken heads, but retires within himself, and says: 'What are we, and what is our destiny?'"

Androraktafrutrigid respon: "A! gine jube ben Stalbom, per "Androfaktosukar" es signifi forse konesne, na, ilis fide tak, inergo akto per ilis konser kon desir iliauto; ili es Aribeespekne, na sek antropmulti mikro dis, e ilis fob maga tak ili, na temkia a fono simple ot nam, ili inergo trankuil pasine maga plasuni. Ilis tuta ide peri nul ot Geo, peri batal per mani o pod, e rakta sefal, sed ide in ilisauto: "Mis es kia, e aribe futur mis es kia?""

Maria could not refrain from a loud exclamation of surprise and wonder, as all at once they stood before a castle glimmering with rosy light, and crowned with a hundred airy towers... Nutcracker continued: "Not long ago, this beautiful castle was threatened with serious injury, if not with entire destruction. The Giant Sweet-tooth came this way, and bit off the roof of yonder tower, and was gnawing upon the great cupola, when the people of Confectionville gave up to him a full quarter of the city, and a considerable portion of Sweetmeat Grove, as tribute, with which he contented himself, and went his way."

Maria inergo pas ne stop logoleban ot surpris e tauma, temkia ilis surpod espekne ante dommaga, na foto per foto kromros, e abe koron ot senti ture leban. Androraktafrutrigid stopne: "Ante tem longane, dommaga bel dis es pas menas per destruk serius, si ne komple. Dentisukargigan, na aribe pas a dis, e morseeks koberdom ot ture na, e komen fag pas ture peri maga, temkia demo ot Urbanfaktostofsukar sesion a ili unisurkuadri ot urban e parti maga ot silbi Fagdus je pai, per na ili es beni, e stopne per rut."

Four ladies followed them... She saw in a moment that they were princesses born. They embraced Nutcracker in the tenderest manner, and cried with joyful sobs: "Oh, my prince, my best prince! Oh, my brother!"

Kuadri gine paso pas poste ilis. Maria optik pas poste sekun, na ilis es gene infangineroi. Ilis inbrak pas Androraktafrutrigid per medisin dus, e logoleban kon idrooptik: "O! infanandroroi mi, infanandroroi ben! O! frater mi!"

Nutcracker... said with great emotion: "This is Miss Maria Stahlbaum, the daughter of a much-respected and very worthy physician, and she is the preserver of my life. Had she not thrown her shoe at the right time—had she not supplied me with the sword of a pensioned colonel, I should now be lying in my grave, torn and bitten to pieces by the terrible Mouse-King. View her—gaze upon her, and tell me, if Pirlipat, although a princess by birth, can compare with her in beauty, goodness, and virtue?..."

Androraktafrutrigid logo kon senti maga: "Dis es gine Maria Stalbom, infangine ot andromedisin respek e balor tele, e ili es ginelibere ot bio mi. Si ili bali pas ne protekpod temkia tem korek, e si ili don pas ne sabre ot strategosep stopergo paleo a mi, mi es probable kumbe in plasmorta, intem es rakta e morse a partimulti per roi ot ratmulti mikro. Optik ili - optik longa ili, e logo futur a mi, si Pirlipat, benkia infangineroi per gene, inergo kompara kon ili per bel, ben e balor?" 

And all the ladies cried out "No!" and then fell upon Maria's neck, exclaiming: "Ah, ​dear preserver of the prince, our beloved brother! charming Miss Maria Stahlbaum!"

E gine tuta logoleban: "Ne!" Poste na ilis katarakta a kol ot Maria, tem logoleban: "A! Ginelibere ot infanandroroi, frater fili ot mis, gine jube Maria Stalbom dus!"

Then they brought the finest fruits and sugar-things, such as Maria had never seen before...

Poste na, ilis porta pas frut e stofsukar ben plasuni tak, Maria optik pas je temnul.

A singular humming, and rustling, and singing was heard, which seemed to die away in the distance; and now Maria was raised up, as if upon mounting waves, higher and higher—higher...

Fono komonne ot kantiklabia e sine e kantikbuka es pas oto, na optikomo stop a tele; e poste na, Maria es leban, si per undula kultur, leban plus e plus.

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Maria... opened her eyes, and there she lay upon her ​little bed; it was bright day, and her mother stood by her, saying: "How can you sleep so long? breakfast has been ready this great while..." And then she began and told the whole, almost as accurately as I have related it, while her mother listened in astonishment.

Maria ober pas bi optik, e ili kumbe na sur stofdormi mikro; abe pas jur foto, e mater surpod telene a ili, tem logo: "Ni dormi tem longa kak? Raktafagne es prepara tem longa dis." E poste na, Maria komen, e logo pas stoftuta, korek tak telenetuta je mi logo, intem mater oto per tauma.

When she had finished, her mother said: "You have had a long and very beautiful dream, but now drive it all out of your head." Maria insisted upon it that she had not dreamed, but had actually seen what she had related, when ​her mother led her into the sitting-room, to the glass case; took Nutcracker out, who was standing, as usual, upon the second shelf, and said: "Silly child, how can you believe that this wooden Nuremberg puppet can have life or motion?"

Temkia Maria fini pas, mater logo: "Ni abe pas biodormi longa e bel tele, sed temdis, forse ili eks sefal. Maria logo pas sekur, na ili biodormi pas ne, sed optik berita na, ili logo pas. Poste na, mater sefal pas ili a samberkursi a gardistof ot kristal, e priseks Androraktafrutrigid, na surpod usa sur planki bi, e logo: "Infan sofine, ni fide kak, na antroprekre dis ot Nirnberg inergo abe bio o sine?" 

Then her father and mother both laughed very heartily... Maria then ran into the other chamber, took the seven crowns of the Mouse-King out of her little box, brought them in, and handed ​them to her mother, saying: "See here, dear mother, here are the seven crowns of the Mouse-King, which young Master Drosselmeier gave me last night, as a token of his victory." Her mother examined the little crowns in great astonishment; they were made of a strange but very shining metal, and were so delicately worked, that it seemed impossible that mortal hands could have formed them. Her father, likewise, could not gaze enough at them...

Posta na, pater e mater risi pas forse. Poste na, Maria kuren a samber uni, e pris sep koron mikro ot Roi ot ratmulti mikro eks konten mikro, portain ilis, e don pas ilis a mater, intem logo: "Optik! mater filo, abe sep koron ot Roi ot ratmulti mikro, andro jube Droslmer don pas a mi intem noktu je signa ot triomfa ili." Mater obserba pas koronmulti mikro na per tauma maga; ilis es pas fakto ot metal komonne sed foto tele, e es fakto delikat tak, je optikomo, na mani ot antrop inergo pas ne forma ili. Pater je inergo pas ne optik komple ilis.

At this moment the door opened. The Counsellor entered, and exclaimed: "What's this? what's this?" The doctor told him of all that had happened, and showed him the little ​crowns. As soon as the Counsellor cast his eyes on them, he laughed and cried: "Stupid pack—stupid pack! These are the very crowns which I used to wear on my watch-chain, years ago, and which I gave to little Maria, on her birthday, when she was two years old. Don't you remember them?" Neither father nor mother could remember them; but when Maria... ran to Godfather Drosselmeier, and said: "Ah, you know all about it, Godfather Drosselmeier. Tell them yourself, that my Nutcracker is your nephew, young Master Drosselmeier, of Nuremberg, and that it was he who gave me the crowns!"

Temna portik ober pas. Androkomite pasoin, e demanleban: "Dis es kia? dis es kia?" Andromedisin logo peri stoftuta, na aribe pas, e presen pas sep koron mikro. Androkomite optik ilis, e risi pas e logoleban belo: "Grup sofine! - grup sofine! Dis es sep koron, mi porta pas peri kordametal ot masintem sakobesti mi ante anumulti, e don a Maria mikro temkia jurgene, temkia ili abe bi anu. Memor ne nis ilis?" Pater ne o mater ne inergo memor ilis. Promulti Maria kuren pas a androatesta Droslmer, e logo: "A! ni kones stoftuta peri dis, androatesta Droslmer. Niauto logo a ilis, na androraktafrutrigid mi es infanandro ot frater ni, andro jube Droslmer ot urban Nirnberg, e na ili iliauto don pas koronmulti dis a mi."

The Counsellor's face turned very dark and grave, and he muttered: "Stupid pack—stupid pack!" Upon this, the doctor took little Maria upon his knee, and said very seriously: "Listen to me, Maria. Once for all, drive your foolish dreams and nonsense out of your head. If I ​ever hear you say again, that the silly, ugly Nutcracker is the nephew of your Godfather Drosselmeier, I will throw him out of the window..."

Fas ot androkomite esaribe pas fotone e serius, e ili logo lebanne: "Grup sofine - grup sofine!" Temna andromedisin pris Maria mikro sur artromero, e logo serius tele: "Oto mi, Maria. Temtuta forse biodormi tuta e sofine eks sefal ni. Si mi oto neo, na androraktafrutrigid beritane e belne es infanandro ot frater ot androatesta Droslmer, mi bali futur ili eks portiklatera."

Then there was a clap, and a knock... Her mother... said... "Here is Godfather Drosselmeier's nephew, just arrived from Nuremberg!..."

Poste na, abe fono ot batalmani a portik. Mater logo: "Abe infanandro ot frater ot pateratesta Droslmer, na aribe ot urban Nirnberg!"

The Counsellor... held by the hand a little but very well-shaped young man... he wore a handsome red coat, trimmed with gold... and down his back there hung a magnificent queue. The sword by his side seemed to be made of nothing but jewels... The little fellow cracked nuts for the whole company—the hardest could not resist him; with the right hand he put them in his mouth; with the left, he pulled hard upon his queue, and—crack—the nut fell in pieces!... After dinner, young Drosselmeier invited her to go with him into the sitting-room to the glass case.

Androkomite abe pas per mani infanandro mikro sed formabel tele. Ili porta pas bestisur bel e ruj kon linemulti ot krommetalau, e a noto, pende uni korda tauma ot kapila. Sabre a latera es pas optik es fakto komple ot joelomulti. Infanandro rakta pas frutrigid pro grup tuta - frutrigid rigid tele inergo ne stop ili; per mani destra, ili plas ilis in buka; per destrane, ili trakta korda ot kapila, e - krak! - frutrigid katarakta a partimulti! Poste temfagnoktu, Droslmer jube deman, na Maria paso kon ili a samberkursi a gardistof ot kristal.

Scarcely was Maria alone with young Drosselmeier, when he stooped upon one knee, and said... "Oh, excellent Miss Stahlbaum, make me happy with your dear hand; share with me crown and kingdom; rule with me in Marchpane Castle, for there I am still king!"

Maria es pas uni kon ili, temkia Droslmer jube katarakta pas belo a uni atromero, e logo: "O! gine jube Stalbom ben tele, fakto, na mi es beni per game; abe koron e nasionroi kon mi; goberna kon mi a dommaga Sukarkristal, akaus mi es roi a na temdis!" 

Maria immediately became Drosselmeier's betrothed bride.

Maria esaribe pas suragri ginegamefutur ot Droslmer.

After a year and a day, he came, as I have heard, and carried her away in a golden chariot, drawn by silver horses... And Maria, it is said, is at this hour queen of a land, where sparkling Christmas woods, transparent Marchpane Castles—in short, where the most beautiful, the most wonderful things can be seen by those who will only have eyes for them.

Poste uni anu e uni jur, ili aribe pas - mi oto pas je - e portaeks Maria in kar ot metalau, na es trakta per ipomulti ot metalag. E Maria - es logo - es temdis gineroi ot nasion, plaskia abe silbimulti ot Jurkristo, e dommagamulti ot sukarkristal - pro abrebi, plaskia stofmulti bel tele e tauma tele inergo es optik per ilis, na abe simple optik pro ilis. 

THE END.

FINI.