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There was once
a merchant who was so rich that he could have paved the whole street, and a little alley besides with silver pieces, but he didn't, for he had other things to do with his money. He made a quarter out of every penny he invested (that's,
the sort of merchant he was!), and then he died.
His son now got all this money and he lived right merrily, went to fancy balls every night, made kites out of bonds and banknotes, and played at ducks and drakes ove
r the water with gold pieces instead of stones, so that his money bad leave to go, and go it did, till at last he had nothing in the world but that he was not fit to be seen in the street with them, his friends washed their hands of him altogether; but o
ne of them, who was better- natured, sent him an old trunk, with the message "Pack up!" which was certainly very good advice, but as he had nothing at all to pack up he sat on the trunk instead.
It was a very wonder
ful trunk. You had only to press the lock and the trunk set off flying. It did so now. Whisk! Up the chimney it flew with him, high above the clouds, farther and farther and farther still; it creak
ed frightfully and the young man was terrified lest it should go to pieces altogether, But at last he got to the land of the Turks.
这是一个很好的箱子。 你只要在锁孔按一下，箱子就可以飞起来。 它真的飞起来了！ 呀！箱子带着他从烟囱里飞出去了，高高地飞到云层里，愈飞愈远。他非常害怕的从箱子里发出声音，怕它裂成碎片，因为如此一来，他可就会跌得粉身碎骨了。但他居然飞到了土耳其。