01Mar
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The Stone of the Wise Man

The Stone of the Wise Man

You know the story of Holger Danske, so we won’t repeat it, but will ask you if you remember how “Holger Danske conquered the great land of India, eastward at the end of the world, to the tree called ‘the Tree of the Sun,’ ” as Christen Pedersen says. Do you know Christen Pedersen? It […]

01Mar
2012
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The Steadfast Tin Soldier

The Steadfast Tin Soldier

There were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers. They were all brothers, born of the same old tin spoon. They shouldered their muskets and looked straight ahead of them, splendid in their uniforms, all red and blue. The very first thing in the world that they heard was, “Tin soldiers!” A small boy shouted it and clapped […]

01Mar
2012
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Soup on a Sausage Peg

Soup on a Sausage Peg

I. SOUP FROM A SAUSAGE PEG “That was a perfectly delightful dinner yesterday,” one old female mouse told another, who had not attended the feast. “I sat number twenty-one from the old mouse king, which wasn’t at all bad. Would you like to hear the menu? The courses were exceedingly well arranged-mouldy bread, bacon rind, […]

01Mar
2012
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Something

Something

“I’m going to be something!” said the eldest of five brothers. “I’m going to be useful in the world, however humble a position I hold; if that which I’m doing is useful, that will be Something. I’ll make bricks; people can’t do without bricks, so at least I’ll do Something.” “But something very unimportant,” said […]

01Mar
2012
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The Snow Queen

The Snow Queen

A Tale in Seven Stories   First Story Which Has to Do with a Mirror and its Fragments Now then! We will begin. When the story is done you shall know a great deal more than you do know. He was a terribly bad hobgoblin, a goblin of the very wickedest sort and, in fact, […]

01Mar
2012
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The Snow Man

The Snow Man

“It’s so bitterly cold that my whole body crackles!” said the Snow Man. “This wind can really blow life into you! And how that glaring thing up there glares at me!” He meant the sun; it was just setting. “She won’t make meblink; I’ll hold onto the pieces.” “The pieces” were two large triangular pieces of […]

01Mar
2012
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The Snowdrop

The Snowdrop

It was wintertime; the air was cold, the wind sharp, but indoors all was snug and well. Indoors lay the flower; it lay in its bulb, under earth and snow. One day the rain fell; the drops trickled down through the snow blanket, down into the earth, and stirred against the bulb, telling it of […]

01Mar
2012
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The Snail and the Rosebush

The Snail and the Rosebush

Around the garden ran a hedge of hazelnut bushes, and beyond it lay fields and meadows with cows and sheep; but in the middle of the garden stood a blooming Rosebush, and under it sat a Snail, who had a lot inside his shell – namely, himself. “Wait till my time comes,” it said. “I’ll […]

01Mar
2012
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Sixth Evening

Sixth Evening

“I have been to Upsala,” the Moon told me. “I looked down on the great plain covered with coarse grass and on the barren fields. I saw my image in the river Fyris, while the steamer frightened away the fishes into the rushes. The clouds chased one another beneath me, throwing their long shadows upon […]

01Mar
2012
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Sixteenth Evening

Sixteenth Evening

“I know a punchinello,” the Moon said. “The audience rejoices whenever he appears. Every movement he makes is so comical that it brings roars of laughter in the house, and yet there is nothing remarkable in his work to account for this – it is more his peculiarity. Even when he was only a boy, […]