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Fourteenth Evening

Fourteenth Evening

The Moon spoke. “Near the forest path are two farmhouses. The doors are low and the windows placed irregularly; white thorn bushes and barberry ramble around them. Their mossy roofs are overgrown with yellow flowers and houseleek. Only green cabbage and potatoes grow in the little garden, but by the hedge grows a willow tree; […]

01Mar
2012
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Folks Say – !

Folks Say – !

Folks often say one thing and mean another. Folks say so much that means so little. Folks say — Folks say — Yes, there is a lot of slander, but also a lot of innocent talk. Both seriousness and humor hide under that saying. Folks say that the age of miracles is past, but that […]

01Mar
2012
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The Flying Trunk

The Flying Trunk

There once was a merchant so wealthy that he could have paved a whole street with silver, and still have had enough left over to pave a little alley. But he did nothing of the sort. He knew better ways of using his money than that. If he parted with pennies they came back to […]

01Mar
2012
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The Flea and the Professor

The Flea and the Professor

There was an aëronaut, and things went badly with him. His balloon burst, hurled him out, and went all to pieces. Just two minutes before, the aëronaut had sent his boy down by parachute – wasn’t the boy lucky! He wasn’t hurt, and he knew enough to be an aëronaut himself, but he had no […]

01Mar
2012
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The Flax

The Flax

The flax was in full bloom. It had such pretty blue blossoms, as soft as the wings of a moth, and even more delicate. And the sun shone down on the flax, and the rain clouds watered it, and that was as good for it as it is for little children to be bathed and […]

01Mar
2012
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Five Peas from a Pod

Five Peas from a Pod

There were five peas in one pod; the peas were green and the pod was green, and so they believed that the whole world was green-and that was absolutely right! The pod grew and the peas grew; they adjusted themselves to their surroundings, sitting straight in a row. The sun shone outside and warmed the […]

01Mar
2012
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The Fir Tree

The Fir Tree

Out in the woods stood such a pretty little fir tree. It grew in a good place, where it had plenty of sun and plenty of fresh air. Around it stood many tall comrades, both fir trees and pines. The little fir tree was in a headlong hurry to grow up. It didn’t care a […]

01Mar
2012
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First Evening

First Evening

“Last night” – these are the Moon’s own words – “I glided through the clear sky of India and reflected myself in the Ganges. My rays struggled to force their way through the thick roof of old sycamore trees that arched beneath me like the shell of a tortoise. From the thicket, a Hindu maiden […]

01Mar
2012
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Fifth Evening

Fifth Evening

“Yesterday,” said the Moon, “I looked down on the busy city of Paris – and my gaze penetrated into the apartments of the Louvre. An old grandmother, poorly clad, for she belonged to the class of beggars, followed one of the attendants into the great, empty throne room. She had to see it, and it […]

01Mar
2012
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Fifteenth Evening

Fifteenth Evening

“I sailed over Lüneburg Heath,” the Moon said. “A lonely hut stood there by the roadside. Around it grew a few withered bushes where a nightingale, which had lost its way, was singing. It would surely die during that cold night; it was its swan’s song that I heard. “Morning dawned, and along came a […]