The Little Glass Man, and Other StoriesHauff, Wilhelm
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The Little Glass Man, and Other Stories
Hauff, Wilhelm
Children's stories
Thus spoke the barber, and a yell of laughter resounded through the
room. In the meantime the dwarf had stepped to the glass and looked at
himself. The tears came in his eyes while saying to himself: 'Yes, dear
mother, thus you could not indeed recognise your Jacob; he did not look
like this in the days of your happiness, when you delighted to show him
off before the people?' His eyes had become little, like those of a
pig; his nose was immense, hanging over his mouth down to his chin; his
neck seemed to have been taken away altogether, for his head sat low
between his shoulders, and it was only with the greatest pain that he
could move it to the right or left; his body was still the same size as
it had been seven years ago, when he was twelve years old, so that he
had grown in width what others do in height between the ages of twelve
and twenty. His back and chest stood out like two short, well-filled
bags; and this thick-set body was supported by small thin legs, which
seemed hardly sufficient to support their burden; but so much the
larger were his arms, which hung down from his body, being of the size
of those of a full-grown man; his hands were coarse, and of a brownish
hue, his fingers long, like spiders' legs, and when he stretched them
to their full extent he could touch the ground without stooping. Such
was little Jacob's appearance, now that he had been turned into an ugly
dwarf. He remembered the morning on which the old woman had stopped
before his mother's baskets. All that he then had found fault with in
her--viz., her long nose and ugly fingers--all these she had given him,
only omitting her long, palsied neck.
'Well, my prince, have you looked enough at yourself now?' said the
barber, stepping up to him, and surveying him with a laugh. 'Truly,
if we wished to dream of such a figure, we could hardly see one so
comical. Nevertheless I will make you a proposition, my little man. My
shaving-room is tolerably well frequented, but yet not so much as I
could wish. That arises from my neighbour, the barber Schaum, having
discovered a giant, who attracts much custom to his house. Now, to
become a giant is no great thing, after all, but to be such a little
man as you is indeed a different thing. Enter my service, little man;
you shall have board and lodging, clothes, and everything; for this you
shall stand in my doorway in the morning, and invite people to come in;
you shall beat the lather, hand the towel to the customers, and you may
be sure that we shall both make it answer; I shall get more customers
through you than my neighbour by his giant, and you will get many
presents.'
The little man felt quite indignant at the proposal of serving as a
decoy to a barber. But was he not obliged to submit patiently to this
insulting offer? He therefore quietly told the barber he had no time
for such services, and went away.
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