söndag 25 december 2011


"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.

"It's so dreadful to be poor!" sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.

"I don't think it's fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all," added little Amy, with an injured sniff.

"We've got Father and Mother, and each other," said Beth contentedly from her corner.

The four young faces on which the firelight shone brightened at the cheerful words, but darkened again as Jo said sadly, "We haven't got Father, and shall not have him for a long time." She didn't say "perhaps never," but each silently added it, thinking of Father far away, where the fighting was.

Nobody spoke for a minute; then Meg said in an altered tone, "You know the reason Mother proposed not having any presents this Christmas was because it is going to be a hard winter for everyone; and she thinks we ought not to spend money for pleasure, when our men are suffering so in the army. We can't do much, but we can make our little sacrifices, and ought to do it gladly. But I am afraid I don't," and Meg shook her head, as she thought regretfully of all the pretty things she wanted.

"But I don't think the little we should spend would do any good. We've each got a dollar, and the army wouldn't be much helped by our giving that. I agree not to expect anything from Mother or you, but I do want to buy Undine and Sintran for myself. I've wanted it so long," said Jo, who was a bookworm.

"I planned to spend mine in new music," said Beth, with a little sigh, which no one heard but the hearth brush and kettle-holder.

"I shall get a nice box of Faber's drawing pencils; I really need them," said Amy decidedly.

"Mother didn't say anything about our money, and she won't wish us to give up everything. Let's each buy what we want, and have a little fun; I'm sure we work hard enough to earn it," cried Jo, examining the heels of her shoes in a gentlemanly manner.

Ut “Little Women” (“Unga kvinnor” på svenska) av Louisa M. Alcott, med illustrationer av Frank T. Merrill

Minns ni hur systrarna March nästa dag avstår från sin julfrukost för att en fattig familj ska få något att äta. Se’n går de hem och äter bröd och dricker mjölk.

Visserligen är boken moraliskt oförvitlig, men den utspelas i miljö, långt ifrån det herresäte och överflöd, som var gårdagens kuliss, i boken om Sylvia och hennes julhelgsfamilj.
Vetskapen om att boken har en verklighetsbakgrund, gör den intressant att läsa. Familjen Alcott levde ju långt ifrån sin tids borgerliga ideal, så kanske ger boken oss inte en bild av hur familjer levde på 1870-talet, utan snarare en bild från en idealistisk och progressiv familj. 

2 kommentarer:

  1. Har inte läst boken men har givetvis hört talas om den. Alltid intressant med böcker som har verklighetsbakgrund. God fortsättning Margaretha. Skall lägga mig snart. :)

  2. Anne-Marie,
    Boken finns på Gutenberg - liksom massor av Alcotts andra böcker.
    En intressant kvinna, från en intressant familj - med intressant umgänge, Thoreau, Emerson och de andra stora pojkarna.