01Mar
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The Rose Elf

The Rose Elf

In the midst of a garden there grew a rose bush, quite covered with roses, and in the most beautiful of them all there lived an elf-an elf so tiny that no mortal eye could see him. But he was as well made and as perfect as any child could be, and he had wings […]

01Mar
2012
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The Red Shoes

The Red Shoes

There was once a little girl, very nice and very pretty, but so poor that she had to go barefooted all summer. And in winter she had to wear thick wooden shoes that chafed her ankles until they were red, oh, as red as could be. In the middle of the village lived “Old Mother […]

01Mar
2012
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The Rags

The Rags

Outside the paper mill, masses of rags lay piled in high stacks; they had been gathered from far and wide. Every rag had a tale to tell, and told it, too; but we can’t listen to all of them. Some of the rags were native; others came from foreign countries. Now here lay a Danish […]

01Mar
2012
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The Racers

The Racers

A prize was offered – or rather two prizes, a large one and a small one – for the greatest speed shown, not in just one race, but by one who had been racing for the whole year. “I won the first prize,” said the Hare. “Of course, one can expect justice when one’s own […]

01Mar
2012
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The Puppet-show Man

The Puppet-show Man

On board the steamer was an elderly man with such a joyful face that if it didn’t belie him he must have been the happiest person on earth. In fact, he said he was the happiest; I heard it from his own mouth. He was a Dane, a countryman of mine, and a traveling theatrical […]

01Mar
2012
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The Psyche

The Psyche

At dawn, when the clouds are red, a great star shines, the beautiful morning star. Her beams tremble on the white wall, as if she would like to write there the story of all she has seen during the thousands of years she has watched our revolving earth. Listen to one of her stories. A […]

01Mar
2012
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The Princess on the Pea

The Princess on the Pea

Once there was a Prince who wanted to marry a Princess. Only a real one would do. So he traveled through all the world to find her, and everywhere things went wrong. There were Princesses aplenty, but how was he to know whether they were real Princesses? There was something not quite right about them […]

01Mar
2012
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The Porter’s Son

The Porter’s Son

The General’s family lived on the first floor, and the Porter’s family lived in the cellar. There was a vast distance between them – the whole first floor, as well as all the grades of society; but both families lived under the same roof, and their windows looked out in the same street and the […]

01Mar
2012
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The Pigs

The Pigs

Dear Charles Dickens once told us the story of the pig, and since that time it has put us in a good humor just to hear one grunt. Saint Anthony took the pig under his protection; and when we think of “the prodigal son,” our thoughts promptly carry us into the midst of a pigsty. […]