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Two Brothers

Two Brothers

On one of the Danish islands, where old thingsteads, the judgment seats of our forefathers, loom up in the cornfields, and mighty trees raise their heads above the beech forests, there lies a little town of low houses with red roofs. In one of these houses strange things were being prepared on the open stove, […]

01Mar
2012
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Twenty-third Evening

Twenty-third Evening

“I looked down on Tyrol,” said the Moon, “and my rays caused the dark pine trees to cast heavy shadows across the rocks. I looked at the figures of St. Christopher, with the infant Jesus on his shoulder, that are painted on the walls of the houses, enormous figures that extend from the ground to […]

01Mar
2012
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Twenty-sixth Evening

Twenty-sixth Evening

“It was yesterday morning at dawn” – these are the Moon’s own words – “and I was looking at the chimneys of a large city, from which as yet no smoke arose. Suddenly a little head popped up from one of them; then half the body followed, and both arms rested on the edge of […]

01Mar
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Twenty-seventh Evening

Twenty-seventh Evening

“Last night I looked down on a city in China,” said the Moon. “My beams shone on the long bare walls that formed its streets; here and there was a door, of course, but it was always shut, for what has a Chinese to do with the world outside? Tight blinds concealed the windows behind […]

01Mar
2012
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Twenty-second Evening

Twenty-second Evening

“I saw a little girl weeping,” the Moon said, “weeping over the wickedness of the world. She had received the loveliest doll as a gift. Oh, what a doll that was, so pretty and delicate, and surely it could not have been made to experience hardship! But the little girl’s brothers, who were tall boys, […]

01Mar
2012
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Twenty-ninth Evening

Twenty-ninth Evening

“I’ll give you another picture from Sweden,” said the Moon. “Between dark pine forests, near the dreary banks of Lake Roxen, is the old convent church of Vreta. My rays penetrated through the grating in the wall, into the spacious vault where the kings sleep in huge stone coffins. A kingly crown, symbol of earthly […]

01Mar
2012
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Twenty-fourth Evening

Twenty-fourth Evening

Now listen to what the Moon told me. “Several years ago, here in Copenhagen, I looked in through the window of a poor furnished room. The father and mother slept, but their little son was not asleep. I saw the flowered cotton bed curtain move, and the child peep out from behind it. At first […]

01Mar
2012
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Twenty-first-Evening

Twenty-first-Evening

The Moon hadn’t shone for more than two weeks, and then at last I saw him again, round and clear above the slowly rising mass of clouds. Listen to what the Moon told me. “I followed a caravan out of one of the towns of Fezzan. The group halted near the sandy desert, on a […]

01Mar
2012
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Twenty-fifth Evening

Twenty-fifth Evening

“I’ll give you a picture from Frankfort,” said the Moon. “I noticed one building in particular there. It was not the birthplace of Goethe, nor was it the old town hall, through whose grated windows one may still see the horned skulls of oxen which were roasted and given to the people at the coronation […]

01Mar
2012
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Twenty-eighth Evening

Twenty-eighth Evening

“The ocean was calm,” said the Moon. “The water was as transparent as the clear air through which I sailed. Deep down beneath the surface of the waves I could see the strange plants which stretched up their long stalks like great forest trees, while the fishes played above the tops of them. “High in […]