Chapter 5 glass dog

A highly skilled magician lives on the top floor of an apartment building.There, he devoted himself to studying and thinking hard all day long.He knows everything about magic, and he has many books and recipes on magic written by predecessors.Also, he created a lot of magic himself. People around him used to come to him and ask him about their troubles (those were things he wasn't interested in).The popsicle seller, the milkman, the baker's apprentice, the washerman, and the peanut woman frequently interrupted his studies with loud knocks on the door.The admirable magician would have been perfectly happy were it not for these disturbances around him.He never dealt with these people, but they knocked on his door every day, either asking questions or selling their goods to him.Sometimes, just when he had a strong interest in a book, or was busy watching a pot of boiling things, there would always be a knock on the door.When he sent the visitor away, his train of thought was often interrupted, or the contents of the pot were burnt.

These disturbances around him finally made him angry.He was determined to get a dog so as to deter those who knocked on the door.But he didn't know where to get the dog.There was a poor glassblower who lived next door to him.Knowing the man somewhat, he came to his house and asked: "Do you know where I can get a dog?" "What kind of dog do you want?" asked the glassblower. "A good dog, he can bark at people and drive them away. He doesn't need to be watched, he doesn't need to be fed. He can't have fleas on him, and he likes to clean. He does my job, in short, he must be a good dog ’ said the magician.

"Such a dog is too hard to find," replied the glassblower, busily making a blue glass vase.He placed a bouquet of red glass roses, green leaves and yellow flowers in a vase. The magician stood aside and looked at him graciously: "Will you blow me a glass dog?" asked the magician. "Yes," he replied, "but you know, he doesn't bark at people." "Oh, that's easy," replied the magician, "if I couldn't make a glass dog bark, I'd be a very incompetent magician." "Yes, if you can use a glass dog, I will be glad to blow it for you. But you must pay me."

"Of course," the magician nodded and said, "Although I don't have any points, I can exchange the things I made." To the magician's answer, the glassblower thought for a moment and said: "Can you give me some rheumatic medicine?" he asked. "Oh, that's so easy." "That's it. I'm going to make a dog right away. What color glass shall I use?" "Light red ones are nice," said the magician. "That color is rare for dogs." "Very well," replied the glassblower, "then I shall make it pink."

Saying goodbye to the glassblower, the magician went home to his research.The glassblowers also set about making the dog. Early the next morning the glass drinker arrived at Mommy's house with the dog under his arm.Put it carefully on the table.It was indeed a beautiful, reddish dog.It wears an elaborate fiberglass coat with a blue glass ribbon around its neck.Its eyes were made of black glass spheres that shone with wit and looked like the spectacles many people wear these days. The magician praised his skill.He immediately handed him a phial. "It will cure your rheumatism," he said.

"But this medicine bottle is empty." The glass blower said dissatisfiedly. "Oh, no! There's a drop of liquid in it," answered the magician. "A drop of potion will cure my rheumatism?" asked the glassblower in astonishment. "Absolutely, this is a miracle medicine. One drop can cure all diseases! It is more effective for rheumatism. You must protect it, because there is only one drop in the world, I forgot its formula .” "Thank you," said the glassblower, and went home. At this time, the magician muttered something, and chanted a spell to the glass dog. ’ Immediately, the little animal wagged its tail to and fro, then blinked its left eye warily, and began to bark in the most horrific of sounds that you might not believe for a moment. It came from a reddish glass dog. But magic is always amazing. Of course, if you are good at magic yourself, you won't be surprised.

Seeing everything in front of him, the magician is as happy as a teacher in a school for his successful magic.Of course he wasn't surprised.He immediately put the dog outside the door.There, dogs bark at people when they see a knock on the door. The glassblower, returning to his home, decided not to take the drop of elixir that the magician had just given him. "My rheumatism is not serious today," he mused. "When I am very ill, I will take this drop and it will work." So he put the vial in the cupboard, and began blowing his glass flowers again.Suddenly, he remembered that the medicine might not be easy to preserve, so he went to the magician.However, as soon as he came to the door of the magician's house, the glass dog barked at him terribly, so that he dared not knock on the door of the magician's house, and he hurried back home helplessly.The poor man, indeed, was very much annoyed at the unkind reception he received from the dog, which he had blown with great care.

The next morning he read in the papers that the richest young lady in the town, the beautiful Miss Midas, was seriously ill, and the doctors had lost confidence in her recovery. The glassblower, though rather poor, was an industrious, simple, and thoughtful man.He suddenly remembered his most precious drop of potion, and decided to use it to cure the lady's illness.He believes that using this drop of potion to heal the lady's illness is more important than healing his own illness.So he put on his best clothes, combed his hair, washed his hands, put on his tie, polished his shoes, dusted his coat, and put the potion of potion in his pocket. , locked the door, and descended the stairs, across the street, to Miss Midas' sumptuous residence.

A footman opened the door and said: "We don't want soap, we don't want colored prints, we don't want vegetables, pomade, books, baking powder. My young mistress is dying, and we have everything for the funeral." The glassblower felt very sorry, and the steward took him for a merchant too. "My friend," he was about to speak proudly, but was interrupted by the servant. "In addition, we don't want a stele. We have a family cemetery, and the tombstone has already been built." "If you would allow me to speak, you would have no need of a cemetery," said the glassblower.

"Sir, we don't want to hire a doctor either. The doctors have lost confidence in her, and she no longer has illusions about the doctor." The servant said calmly. "I am not a doctor," replied the glassblower. "Then the other people are even less useful. Excuse me, what are you doing here?" "I have here a marvelous medicine which will cure your young mistress." "Come in, please! Sit in the living room, and I'll go talk to the housekeeper." The servant said politely. He told the butler, and the butler explained the situation to the maid, who then went to the cook to discuss the matter, and the cook kissed the maid and told her to meet the stranger.This is the red tape of the very rich, which cannot be changed even when the mistress is dying.

When the maid heard that the Glassblower had a cure for her master's disease, she said: "I'm glad you're here." "But," said he, "if I restore your mistress to health, she must marry me." "I'll go and ask her if she wants to," said the maid, and immediately went to Miss Midas.The young lady agreed without hesitation. "I'd rather marry an old man than die," she cried. "Bring him here at once!" In this way came in the glassblower, poured the drop of magic water into the water, and passed it to the sick man.In a moment Miss Midas was as healthy as ever. "My God!" she exclaimed, "I have an appointment tonight at Fritter's reception. Bring me the pearl-coloured silk ribbon. Mary, I'm going to dress up soon, and don't forget to cancel the funeral flowers." and orders for mourning clothes." "But, Miss Midas," protested the glassblower standing by, "you promised to marry me if I cured you." "I know," replied the young girl, "but we must pre-publish the official notice in the newspapers, and we must engrave the wedding card. Come back tomorrow, and we will discuss this matter!" The glassblower cannot be her husband.She had to find an excuse to get rid of him, she had to go to Fritter's reception. But he happily went home.In his opinion, his plan has succeeded, and he is going to marry a rich lady as his wife, who will make his future life rich and prosperous forever. When he got home, the first thing he did was to destroy all his glass-blowing tools and throw them out of the window. Then he sat down and calculated how to spend his wife's money. The next day he went to visit Miss Midas, who was reading a novel and eating chocolate cheese, as happy as she had never been sick. "Where did you get this miracle drug?" she asked. "I got it from a learned magician." Thinking that his answer would interest her, he told her how he had blown a glass dog for the magician, and how the magician had made it so Call.How does this dog stop those who disturb its master. "I'm so glad to hear your story!" she said. "I've always wanted a glass dog that barks." "But there is only one such dog in the world," he answered, "and it belongs to the magician." "You must find a way to buy it for me," said the hostess. "The magician doesn't care about money," replied the glassblower. "Then steal it from me," she shouted, "unless I have a glass dog that barks, I shall never be happy." The glassblowers were very troubled by this matter.But he promised his mistress to do her best, for a man should always please his wife, and Miss Midas had promised him to marry him within a week. On the way home, he bought a big bag, and when he passed the magician's house, the pink glass dog came out and barked at him.He put the dog in the bag, tied the mouth of the bag with a rope, and carried it back to his own brain room. The next day, he asked the messenger boy to give the bag to Miss Midas with a warm greeting.At noon he visited her again himself.He hoped that, since he had stolen the dog, he would be entertained by his mistress. But when he came to her empty door, the manservant had hardly opened it when the dog rushed at him and barked at him so violently that he was terrified. He yelled in horror: "Call your dog back!" "Sir, I can't! The hostess has ordered that no matter when you come, let me release this dog immediately. You'd better be careful. If it bites you, the consequences will be disastrous!" This frightened the poor glassblower, and he ran away in a panic.He ran to the door of a grocery store, stopped, and dropped his only silver coin into the phone case, trying to call and speak to Miss Midas before the dog bit him. "Get me 6742!" he shouted. "Hello, what's up?" a voice asked. "I want to speak to Miss Midas," he replied. Soon, a sweet voice came from the phone, "I'm Miss Midas, what's the matter?" "Why did you let the glass dog bite me so cruelly?" asked the poor man. "Oh, to tell you the truth," said the hostess to him, "I don't like the way you look, your skin is pale and flabby, your hair is rough and long, your eyes are small and red, your hands are Big and thick, and you're bow-legged." "But I can't change my appearance," argued the Glassblower, "and you have promised to marry me." "If you look better, I will keep my promise," she replied, "but in this situation, you are not worthy to be my husband. If you come to my house again, I will let my glass dog go." Bite you!" After finishing speaking, she put down the phone and stopped talking to him. The poor glassblower returned home disappointed with a broken heart.He took out a rope and tried to hang himself on the bedpost. At this time, a person knocked on the door of his house. He opened the door and saw that it was a magician. "My dog ​​is lost," said the magician. "Your dog is lost, isn't it?" asked the Glassblower, tying a knot in the rope. "Yes, someone stole it." "That's too bad," said the glassblower nonchalantly. "You must make me another one," begged the magician. "But I can't do it anymore, I threw away my tools." "Then what shall I do?" asked the magician. "I don't know, unless you're willing to pay me." "I have no money," replied the magician. "Give me, then, a little more of that potion which you gave me," said the glass-blower, and made a slip-knot on the rope which would fit over his head. "There is only one thing I can give you," replied the magician thoughtfully, "and it is a powder that will make a man beautiful." "What?!" cried the glassblower, throwing away the rope in his hand, "do you really have such a thing?" "It's true, whoever takes this powder can become the most beautiful person in the world." "If you will pay for this," said the Glassblower greedily, "I will find the dog for you, because the most important thing now is to make me beautiful." "However, I want to tell you that this beauty is only superficial," said the magician. "That's enough," replied the glassblower cheerfully. "Then tell me where I can find my dog, and I'll give you that powder." The magician promised. The glassblower went to the door and pretended to look for it.Presently he came back and said: "I've found out where the dog is. It's at Miss Midas's." The magician went there at once to see if it was true.At this time, the dog ran out and barked at him.The magician opened his hands and said a spell, and the dog fell asleep at once, and he picked it up and took it home with him. He then gave the glassblower a powder that would make people beautiful.The glassblower swallowed it right away, and he was instantly transformed into the most beautiful man who ever lived. When he went to see Miss Midas again, no dog barked at him any more.As soon as the young hostess saw him, she was immediately fascinated by his handsome appearance, fell in love with him at first sight, and fell in love with him immediately. "If you were a duke or a prince," she sighed, "I would marry you." "I am a prince!" he replied, "I am Prince Togo Bloors." ① "Oh," she said, "then if you'll accept a four-dollar stipend every week, I'll go and order a wedding card." He hesitated, but when he remembered the rope on the bedpost, he agreed to the condition. In this way, they got married, and the bride was very jealous of her husband's beauty and made him live like a dog. He, for his part, managed to get her into trouble by taking out debts outside in return. And speaking of the glass dog, the magician made Lunnon bark again by his magic.He put it at the door of his house.It's still there, I think.As for the lesson of this story, I would like to discuss it with the magician, but unfortunately, I cannot step into his house because of the glass dog. ① It means the prince of the blown glass dog. - translator