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    • My favorite Author,Hans Christian Anderson Hansel & Gretal and Gretel Hansel Thambelina Thumbelina The Ugly Duckling Ugly Duckling The Fir Tree The Fir Tree The Little Match-Seller Little Match Girl The Red Shoes The Red Shoes Editor, Editer, Ranuki Kinara Kumudesh Ranuki Kinara Kumudesh
    • My Favorite AuthorHans Christian Anderson By, Ranuki Kinara Kumudesh Kinara : Story Sharing 1
    • My Favorite Author By, Ranuki Kinara Kumudesh Hans Christian Andersen Father of the Modern Fairy Tale Today in my session, I am going to introduce you myfavorite author, Hans Christian Andersen. He wrote manypoems, plays, stories, pictures …etc. But I am sure; we allknow his fairy tales, and there characters than him. Thefairy tales that he wrote in my favorite, “Hansel andGretel”, “Thumbelina”, “Ugly Duckling”, “the Fir Tree”,“Little Match Girl” and “The Red Shoes”. I havecollected some of my favorite stories into this book forsheering with my dear friends. My adored author’s fairy tales have Kinara : Story Sharingenjoyed Children like us, for centuries.He has taken us to different places toexperience different things. He exposedus to nature, beauty, and art through his stories. Hecreates our moral to do many things with natural values. 2
    • His stories have made us tothink, feel with kind hearted towardspeople, animals, and nature. He makesso many emotions come alive in us whenwe are reading or watching his stories. The “Ugly Duckling” is one of his famous story,understandable even the small child in nursery classes, like my nanga. This tales has been modified as tunes, which is sung her in all the time. The important lesson in this story is that the duckling always stays beautiful inside. This story is motivated us to think aboutthe importance of gathering different cultures in sameplace, like our school - Methodist College. Hopefully werealize that different is not wrong or bad. The story of Little Match mayteach our social responsibility and as well Kinara : Story Sharingas appreciation of what we have. Weleave this story with sympathy for the less fortunate. Thatsmall girl like us, afraid to go home because she feels herfather will beat her. Actually, after I read this story I feel toenjoy my own home life more, and all the luxuries I have. 3
    • The Emperor’s New Clothes and The Swineherdteach a similar lesson. But it also has value as it appreciates nature over manmade objects. I think it is very important to teach us, about nature. It is important to expose us to nature for find a sense of something real. Nature also teaches us that there is a greater power than out there whois creating beautiful things. The Little Mermaid is a very sweet story that tells ofa mermaid that wants more than the life that is set beforeher. Little Mermaid is very good, humble, loving andkindhearted.In sparing the princes life she issacrificing herself for the good ofhim. This is an important lessonfor us, which we must learn. I still Kinara : Story Sharingremember my mother’s adviceabout this story, “be self - sacrificing at times, not as severeas the little mermaid, but need to learn to give some thingsothers is very important”. 4
    • My author gave beauty to our child world, but hesuffered sorrow and trouble, while he is bean in childhood.He was born in1805. His father was a poor shoemakerand his mother a washerwoman. The family did not have a permanent address until 1807. In 1816 his father died of illness, and he got a stepfather. After the death of his father, he traveled to Copenhagen. He got a chance for enter the Copenhagen university."First, you undergo such a terrible amount of suffering, andthen you become famous." He says in his famous book of“The Fairy Tale of My Life”.After suffering from liver cancer, Hans Christian Andersen Kinara : Story SharingMy beloved author died at their home on 4 August, 1875 inCopenhagen, Denmark.He died, but his stories living with us for years and years. Kinara / November 30, 2011 5
    • Hansel and GretelHard by a great forest dwelt a poor wood-cutterwith his wife and his two children. The boy wascalled Hansel and the girl Gretel. He had little tobite and to break, and once, when great dearth fellon the land, he could no longer procure even dailybread. Now when he thought over this by night inhis bed, and tossed about in his anxiety. Hegroaned and said to his wife, "What is to becomeof us? How are we to feed our poor children, whenwe no longer have anything even for ourselves?" "Ill tell you what, husband," answered thewoman, "early tomorrow morning we will take thechildren out into the forest to where it is thethickest. There we will light a fire for them, and Kinara : Story Sharinggive each of them one more piece of bread, andthen we will go to our work and leave them alone.They will not find the way home again, and weshall be rid of them." 6
    • "No, wife," said the man, "I will not do that.How can I bear to leave my children alone in theforest? The wild animals would soon come and tearthem to pieces." "Oh! you fool," said she, "then we must allfour die of hunger, you may as well plane theplanks for our coffins," and she left him no peaceuntil he consented. "But I feel very sorry for the poor children,all the same," said the man. The two children had also not been able tosleep for hunger, and had heard what their step-mother had said to their father. Gretel weptbitter tears, and said to Hansel, "Now all is overwith us." "Be quiet, Gretel," said Hansel, "do not Kinara : Story Sharingdistress yourself, I will soon find a way to help us."And when the old folks had fallen asleep, he gotup, put on his little coat, opened the door below,and crept outside. 7
    • The moon shone brightly, and the whitepebbles which lay in front of the house glitteredlike real silver pennies. Hansel stooped and stuffedthe little pocket of his coat with as many as hecould get in. Then he went back and said toGretel, "Be comforted, dear little sister, and sleepin peace, God will not forsake us," and he lay downagain in his bed. When day dawned, but before the sun had risen,the woman came and awoke the two children,saying, "Get up, you sluggards. We are going intothe forest to fetch wood." She gave each a littlepiece of bread, and said, "There is something foryour dinner, but do not eat it up before then, foryou will get nothing else." Gretel took the bread under her apron, asHansel had the pebbles in his pocket. Then they all Kinara : Story Sharingset out together on the way to the forest. When they had walked a short time, Hanselstood still and peeped back at the house, and didso again and again. 8
    • His father said, "Hansel, what are you looking atthere and staying behind for? Pay attention, anddo not forget how to use your legs." "Ah, father," said Hansel, "I am looking at mylittle white cat, which is sitting up on the roof,and wants to say good-bye to me." The wife said, "Fool that is not your littlecat that is the morning sun which is shining on thechimneys." Hansel, however, had not been looking back atthe cat, but had been constantly throwing one ofthe white pebble-stones out of his pocket on theroad. When they had reached the middle of theforest, the father said, "Now, children, pile upsome wood, and I will light a fire that you may Kinara : Story Sharingnot be cold." Hansel and Gretel gathered brushwoodtogether, as high as a little hill. The brushwoodwas lighted, and when the flames were burning veryhigh, the woman said, 9
    • "Now, children, lay yourselves down by the fireand rest, we will go into the forest and cut somewood. When we have done, we will come back andfetch you away." Hansel and Gretel sat by the fire, and whennoon came, each ate a little piece of bread, and asthey heard thestrokes of the wood-axe they believed thattheir father was near.It was not the axe,however, but a branchwhich he had fastenedto a withered tree which the wind was blowingbackwards and forwards. And as they had beensitting such a long time, their eyes closed withfatigue, and they fell fast asleep. Kinara : Story Sharing When at last they awoke, it was already darknight. Gretel began to cry and said, "How are weto get out of the forest now?" 10
    • But Hansel comforted her and said, "Justwait a little, until the moon has risen, and thenwe will soon find the way." And when the fullmoon had risen, Hansel took his little sister by thehand, and followed the pebbles which shone likenewly-coined silver pieces, and showed them theway. They walked the whole night long, and bybreak of day came once more to their fathershouse. They knocked at the door, and when thewoman opened it and saw that it was Hansel andGretel, she said, "You naughty children, why haveyou slept so long in the forest? We thought youwere never coming back at all." The father, however, rejoiced, for it had cut Kinara : Story Sharinghim to the heart to leave them behind alone. Not long afterwards, there was once moregreat dearth throughout the land, and the childrenheard their mother saying at night to their father: 11
    • "Everything is eaten again, we have one half loafleft, and that is the end. The children must go; we will take themfarther into the wood, so that they will not findtheir way out again. There is no other means ofsaving ourselves." The mans heart was heavy, and he thought,"It would be better for you to share the lastmouthful with your children." The woman,however, would listen to nothing that he had tosay, but scolded and reproached him. He who saysa must say b, likewise, and as he had yielded thefirst time, he had to do so a second time also. The children, however, were still awake andhad heard the conversation. When the old folkswere asleep, Kinara : Story SharingHansel again got up, and wanted to go out andpick up pebbles as he had done before, but thewoman had locked the door, and Hansel could notget out. Nevertheless he comforted his little 12
    • sister, and said, "Do not cry, Gretel, go to sleepquietly, the good God will help us." Early in the morning came the woman, andtook the children out of their beds. Their piece ofbread was given to them, but it was still smaller than the time before. On the way into the forest Hansel crumbled his in his pocket, and often stood still and threw a morsel on the ground. "Hansel, why do you stop and look round?" Said the father. "Go on." "I am looking back at my little pigeon which issitting on the roof, and wants to say good-bye to Kinara : Story Sharingme, answered Hansel. "Fool." Said the woman, "That is not yourlittle pigeon, that is the morning sun that isshining on the chimney." 13
    • Hansel, however, little by little, threw all thecrumbs on the path. The woman led the childrenstill deeper into the forest, where they had neverin their lives been before. Then a great fire was again made, and themother said, "Just sit there, you children,and when you are tired you may sleep a little. Weare going into the forest to cut wood, and in theevening when we are done, we will come and fetchyou away." When it was noon, Gretel shared her piece ofbread with Hansel, who had scattered his by theway. Then they fell asleep and evening passed, butno one came to the poor children.They did not awake until it was dark night, andHansel comforted his little sister and said, "Just Kinara : Story Sharingwait, Gretel, until the moon rises, and then weshall see the crumbs of bread which I have strewnabout, they will show us our way home again." 14
    • When the moon came they set out, but theyfound no crumbs, for the many thousands of birdswhich fly about in the woods and fields had pickedthem all up. Hansel said to Gretel, "We shall soonfind the way." But they did not find it. They walked thewhole night and all the next day too from morningtill evening,but theydid not getout of theforest, andwere veryhungry, forthey hadnothing toeat but two Kinara : Story Sharingor three berries, which grew on the ground. And asthey were so weary that their legs would carrythem no longer, they lay down beneath a tree andfell asleep. 15
    • It was now three mornings since they had lefttheir fathers house. They began to walk again, butthey always came deeper into the forest, and ifhelp did not come soon, they must die of hungerand weariness. When it was mid-day, they saw abeautiful snow-white bird sitting on a bough, whichsang so delightfully that they stood still andlistened to it. And when its song was over, itspread its wings and flew away before them, andthey followed it until they reached a little house,on the roof of which it alighted. And when theyapproached the little house they saw that it wasbuilt of bread and covered with cakes, but thatthe windows were of clear sugar. "We will set to work on that," said Hansel,"and have a good meal. I will eat a bit of the roof,and you Gretel, can eat some of the window, it Kinara : Story Sharingwill taste sweet." Hansel reached up above, and broke off alittle of the roof to try how it tasted, and Gretelleant against the window and nibbled at the panes.Then a soft voice cried from the parlor - 16
    • "Nibble, nibble, gnaw who is nibbling at my little house?" The children answered - "The wind, the wind, the heaven-born wind," and went on eating without disturbingthemselves. Hansel, who liked the taste of theroof, tore down a great piece of it, and Gretelpushed out the whole of one round window-pane,sat down, and enjoyed herself with it. Suddenly the door opened, and a woman asold as the hills, who supported herself on crutches,came creeping out. Hansel and Gretel were soterribly frightened that they let fall what theyhad in their hands. The old woman, however, nodded her head, Kinara : Story Sharingand said, "Oh, you dear children, who has broughtyou here? Do come in, and stay with me. No harmshall happen to you." 17
    • She took them both by the hand, and ledthem into her little house. Then good food was setbefore them, milk and pancakes, with sugar, apples,and nuts. Afterwards two pretty little beds werecovered with clean white linen, and Hansel andGretel lay down in them, and thought they werein heaven. The old woman had only pretended to be sokind. She was in reality a wicked witch, who lay inwait for children, and had only built the little house of bread in order to entice them there. When a child fell into her power, she killed it, cooked and ate it, and that was a feast day with her. Witches have red eyes, and cannot see far, Kinara : Story Sharingbut they have a keen scent like the beasts, and areaware when human beings draw near. When Hanseland Gretel came into her neighborhood, she laughedwith malice, and said mockingly, "I have them, theyshall not escape me again." 18
    • Early in the morning before the children wereawake, she was already up, and when she saw bothof them sleeping and looking so pretty, with theirplump and rosy cheeks, she muttered to herself,that will be a dainty mouthful. Then she seized Hansel with her shrivelledhand, carried him into a little stable, and lockedhim in behind a grated door. Scream as he might,it would not help him. Then she went to Gretel,shook her till she awoke, and cried, "Get up, lazything, fetch some water, and cook something goodfor your brother, he is in the stable outside, andis to be made fat. When he is fat, I will eat him." Gretel began to weep bitterly, but it was allin vain, for she was forced to do what the wickedwitch commanded. And now the best food wascooked for poor Hansel, but Gretel got nothing but Kinara : Story Sharingcrab-shells. Every morning the woman crept to thelittle stable, and cried, "Hansel, stretch out yourfinger that I may feel if you will soon be fat." 19
    • Hansel, however, stretched out a little boneto her, and the old woman, who had dim eyes,could not see it, and thought it was Hanselsfinger, and was astonished that there was no wayof fattening him. When four weeks had gone by, and Hansel stillremained thin, she was seized with impatience andwould not wait any longer. "Now, then, Gretel," she cried to the girl,"stir yourself, and bring some water. Let Hansel befat or lean, to-morrow I will kill him, and cookhim." Ah, how the poor little sister did lamentwhen she had to fetch the water, and how hertears did flow down her cheeks. "Dear God, do helpus," she cried. "If the wild beasts in the forest had Kinara : Story Sharingbut devoured us, we should at any rate have diedtogether." "Just keep your noise to yourself," said theold woman, "it wont help you at all." 20
    • Early in the morning, Gretel had to go outand hang up the cauldron with the water, and lightthe fire. "We will bake first," said the old woman, "Ihave already heated the oven, and kneaded thedough." She pushed poor Gretel out to the oven,from which flames of fire were already darting."Creep in," said the witch, "and see if it properlyheated, so that we can put the bread in." Andonce Gretel was inside, she intended to shut theoven and let her bake in it, and then she wouldeat her, too. But Gretel saw what she had in mind, andsaid, "I do not know how I am to do it. How do Iget in?" "Silly goose," said the old woman, "the door is Kinara : Story Sharingbig enough. Just look, I can get in myself." Andshe crept up and thrust her head into the oven.Then Gretel gave her a push that drove her farinto it, and shut the iron door, and fastened thebolt. Oh. Then she began to howl quite horribly, 21
    • but Gretel ran away, and the godless witch wasmiserably burnt to death. Gretel, however, ran likelightning to Hansel, opened his little stable, andcried, "Hansel, we are saved. The old witch isdead." Then Hansel sprang like a bird from its cagewhen the door is opened. How they did rejoice andembrace each other, and dance about and kiss eachother. And as they had no longer any need to fearher, they went into the witchs house, and inevery corner there stood chests full of pearls andjewels. "These are far better than pebbles." SaidHansel, and thrust into his pockets whatever couldbe got in. And Gretel said, "I, too, will take something Kinara : Story Sharinghome with me," and filled her pinafore full. "But now we must be off," said Hansel, "thatwe may get out of the witchs forest." 22
    • When they had walked for two hours, theycame to a great stretch of water. "We cannot cross," said Hansel, "I see nofoot-plank, and no bridge. "And there is also no ferry," answered Gretel,"but a white duck is swimming there. If I ask her,she will help us over." Then she cried - "Little duck, little duck, dost thou see, Hansel and Gretel are waiting for thee. Theres never a plank, or bridge in sight,take us across on thy back so white." The duck came to them, and Hansel seated Kinara : Story Sharing himself on its back, and told his sister to sit by him. 23
    • "No," replied Gretel, "that will be too heavyfor the little duck. She shall take us across, oneafter the other." The good little duck did so, and when theywere once safely across and had walked for a shorttime, the forest seemed to be more and morefamiliar to them, and at length they saw fromafar their fathers house. Then they began to run,rushed into the parlor, and threw themselves roundtheir fathers neck. The man had not known onehappy hour since he had left the children in theforest. The woman, however, was dead. Gretelemptied her pinafore until pearls and preciousstones ran about the room, and Hansel threw onehandful after another out of his pocket to add tothem. Then all anxiety was at an end, and theylived together in perfect happiness. Kinara : Story Sharing My tale is done, there runs a mouse,whosoever catches it, may make himself a big furcap out of it. 24
    • ThumbelinaThere was once a woman who wished very much tohave a little child, but she could not obtain herwish. At last she went to a fairy, and said, "Ishould so very much like to have a little child; canyou tell me where I can find one?" "Oh, that can be easily managed," said thefairy. "Here is a barleycorn of a different kind tothose which grow in the farmers fields, and whichthe chickens eat; put it into a flower-pot, and seewhat will happen." "Thank you," said the woman, and she gavethe fairy twelve shillings, which was the price ofthe barleycorn. Then she went home and planted Kinara : Story Sharingit, and immediately there grew up a largehandsome flower, something like a tulip inappearance, but with its leaves tightly closed as ifit were still a bud. 25
    • "It is a beautiful flower," said the woman,and she kissed the red and golden-colored leaves,and while she did so the flower opened, and shecould see that it was a real tulip. Within theflower, upon the green velvet stamens, sat a verydelicate and graceful little maiden. She was scarcelyhalf as long as a thumb, and they gave her thename of"Thumbelina,"or Tiny,because she wasso small. Awalnut-shell,elegantlypolished, servedher for acradle; her bed was formed of blue violet-leaves,with a rose-leaf for a counterpane. Here she slept Kinara : Story Sharingat night, but during the day she amused herself ona table, where the woman had placed a plateful ofwater. Round this plate were wreaths of flowerswith their stems in the water, and upon it floateda large tulip-leaf, which served Tiny for a boat. 26
    • Here the little maiden sat and rowed herselffrom side to side, with two oars made of whitehorse-hair. It really was a very pretty sight. Tinycould, also, sing so softly and sweetly that nothinglike her singing had ever before been heard. One night, while she lay in her pretty bed, a large, ugly, wet toad crept through a broken pane of glass in the window, and leaped right upon the tablewhere Tiny lay sleeping under her rose-leaf quilt."What a pretty little wife this would make for myson," said the toad, and she took up the walnut-shell in which little Tiny lay asleep, and jumpedthrough the window with it into the garden. Kinara : Story Sharing In the swampy margin of a broad stream inthe garden lived the toad, with her son. He wasuglier even than his mother, and when he saw thepretty little maiden in her elegant bed, he couldonly cry, "Croak, croak, croak." 27
    • "Dont speak so loud, or she will wake," said thetoad, "and then she might run away, for she is aslight as swans down. We will place her on one ofthe water-lily leaves out in the stream; it will belike an island to her, she is so light and small, andthen she cannot escape; and, while she is away,we will make haste and prepare the state-roomunder the marsh, in which you are to live whenyou are married." Far out in the stream grew a number ofwater-lilies, with broad green leaves, which seemedto float on the top of the water. The largest ofthese leaves appeared farther off than the rest,and the old toad swam out to it with the walnut-shell, in which little Tiny lay still asleep. The tiny little creature woke very early in the Kinara : Story Sharingmorning, and began to cry bitterly when she foundwhere she was, for she could see nothing but wateron every side of the large green leaf, and no wayof reaching the land. 28
    • Meanwhile the old toad was very busy underthe marsh, decking her room with rushes and wildyellow flowers, to make it look pretty for her newdaughter-in-law. Then she swam out with her uglyson to the leaf on which she had placed poor littleTiny. She wanted to fetch the pretty bed, thatshe might put it in the bridal chamber to be readyfor her.The old toad bowed low to her in the water, andsaid, "Here is my son, he will be your husband, andyou will live happily in the marsh by the stream." "Croak, croak, croak," was all her son couldsay for himself; so the toad took up the elegantlittle bed, and swam away with it, leaving Tiny allalone on the green leaf, where she sat and wept.She could not bear to think of living with the oldtoad, and having her ugly son for a husband. Kinara : Story Sharing The little fishes, who swam about in thewater beneath, had seen the toad, and heard whatshe said, so they lifted their heads above thewater to look at the little maiden. 29
    • As soon as they caught sight of her, they saw shewas very pretty, and it made them very sorry tothink that she must go and live with the uglytoads. "No, it must never be!" So they assembledtogether in the water,round the green stalk which held the leaf on whichthe little maiden stood, and gnawed it away atthe root with their teeth.Then the leaf floated down the stream, carryingTiny far away out of reach of land. Tiny sailed past many towns, and the little Kinara : Story Sharingbirds in the bushes saw her, and sang, "What alovely little creature;" so the leaf swam away withher farther and farther, till it brought her toother lands. 30
    • A graceful little white butterfly constantlyfluttered round her, and at last alighted on theleaf. Tiny pleased him, and she was glad of it, fornow the toad could not possibly reach her, and thecountry through which she sailed was beautiful, andthe sun shone upon the water, till it glittered likeliquid gold.She took off her girdle and tied one end of itround the butterfly, and the other end of theribbon she fastened to the leaf, which now glidedon much faster than ever, taking little Tiny withit as she stood. Presently a large cockchafer flew by; the momenthe caught sight of her, he seized her round herdelicate waist with his claws, and flew with herinto a tree. The green leaf floated away on thebrook, and the butterfly flew with it, for he was Kinara : Story Sharingfastened to it, and could not get away. Oh, how frightened little Tiny felt when thecockchafer flew with her to the tree! But especiallywas she sorry for the beautiful white butterfly 31
    • which she had fastened to the leaf, for if he couldnot free himself he would die of hunger. But thecockchafer did not trouble himself at all about thematter. He seated himself by her side on a largegreen leaf, gave her some honey from the flowersto eat, and told her she was very pretty, though not in the least like a cockchafer. After a time, all the cockchafers turned up their feelers, and said, "She has only two legs! how ugly that looks." "She has no Kinara : Story Sharing feelers," saidanother. "Her waist is quite slim. Pooh! she is likea human being." 32
    • "Oh! she is ugly," said all the lady cockchafers,although Tiny was very pretty.Then the cockchafer who had run away with her,believed all the others when they said she wasugly, and would have nothing more to say to her,and told her she might go where she liked. Then heflew down with her from the tree, and placed heron a daisy, and she wept at the thought that shewas so ugly that even the cockchafers would havenothing to say to her. And all the while she wasreally the loveliest creature that one could imagine,and as tender and delicate as a beautiful rose-leaf. During the whole summer poor little Tinylived quite alone in the wide forest. She woveherself a bed with blades of grass,and hung it up under a broad leaf, to protect Kinara : Story Sharingherself from the rain. She sucked the honey fromthe flowers for food, and drank the dew from theirleaves every morning. So passed away the summerand the autumn, and then came the winter - thelong, cold winter. 33
    • All the birds who had sung to her so sweetly wereflown away, and the trees and the flowers hadwithered.The large clover leaf under the shelter of which shehad lived, was now rolled together and shrivelledup, nothing remained but a yellow withered stalk.She felt dreadfully cold, for her clothes were torn,and she was herself so frail and delicate, that poorlittle Tiny was nearly frozen to death. It began to snow too; and the snow-flakes, asthey fell upon her, were like a whole shovelfulfalling upon one of us, for we are tall, but she wasonly an inch high. Then she wrapped herself up in adry leaf, but it cracked in the middle and couldnot keep her warm, and she shivered with cold. Near the wood in which she had been living Kinara : Story Sharinglay a corn-field, but the corn had been cut a longtime; nothing remained but the bare dry stubblestanding up out of the frozen ground. It was toher like struggling through a large wood. Oh! howshe shivered with the cold. 34
    • She came at last to the door of a field-mouse, who had a little den under the corn-stubble. There dwelt the field-mouse in warmthand comfort, with a whole roomful of corn, akitchen, and a beautiful dining room. Poor littleTiny stood before the door just like a little beggar-girl, and begged for a small piece of barley-corn,for she had been without a morsel to eat for twodays. "You poorlittle creature," saidthe field-mouse,who was really agood old field-mouse, "come into my warm room and dine withme." She was very pleased with Tiny, so she said,"You are quite welcome to stay with me all the Kinara : Story Sharingwinter, if you like; but you must keep my roomsclean and neat, and tell me stories, for I shall liketo hear them very much." And Tiny did all the field-mouse asked her,and found herself very comfortable. 35
    • "We shall have a visitor soon," said the field-mouse one day; "my neighbor pays me a visit oncea week. He is better off than I am; he has largerooms, and wears a beautiful black velvet coat. Ifyou could only have him for a husband, you wouldbe well provided for indeed. But he is blind, so youmust tell him some of your prettiest stories." But Tiny did not feel at all interested aboutthis neighbor, for he was a mole. However, hecame and paid his visit dressed in his black velvetcoat. "He is very rich and learned, and his house istwenty times larger than mine," said the field-mouse.He was rich and learned, no doubt, but he alwaysspoke slightingly of the sun and the pretty flowers, Kinara : Story Sharingbecause he had never seen them. Tiny was obligedto sing to him, "Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly awayhome," and many other pretty songs. 36
    • And the mole fell in love with her because she hadsuch a sweet voice; but he said nothing yet, for hewas very cautious. A short time before, the mole had dug a longpassage under the earth, which led from thedwelling of the field-mouse to his own,and here she had permission to walk with Tinywhenever she liked. But he warned them not to bealarmed at the sight of a dead bird which lay inthe passage. It was a perfect bird, with a beak andfeathers, and could not have been dead long, andwas lying just where the mole had made hispassage. The mole took a piece of phosphorescentwood in his mouth, and it glittered like fire in thedark; then he went before them to light themthrough the long, dark passage. Kinara : Story SharingWhen they came to the spot where lay the deadbird, the mole pushed his broad nose through theceiling, the earth gave way, so that there was alarge hole, and the daylight shone into the passage. 37
    • In the middle of the floor lay a dead swallow, hisbeautiful wings pulled close to his sides, his feetand his head drawn up under his feathers; the poorbird had evidently died of the cold. It made littleTiny very sad to see it, she did so love the littlebirds; all the summer they had sung and twitteredfor her so beautifully. But the mole pushed itaside with his crooked legs, and said, "He will singno more now.How miserable it must be to be born a little bird!I am thankful that none of my children will ever bebirds, for they can do nothing but cry, Tweet,tweet, and always die of hunger in the winter." "Yes, you may well say that, as a cleverman!" exclaimed the field-mouse, "What is the use of histwittering, Kinara : Story Sharingfor when winter comes hemust either starve or befrozen to death. Still birds arevery high bred." 38
    • Tiny said nothing; but when the two othershad turned their backs on the bird, she stoopeddown and stroked aside the soft feathers whichcovered the head, and kissed the closed eyelids."Perhaps this was the one who sang to me sosweetly in the summer," she said; "and how muchpleasure it gave me, you dear, pretty bird." The mole now stopped up the hole throughwhich the daylight shone, and then accompaniedthe lady home. But during the night Tiny couldnot sleep; so she got out of bed and wove a large,beautiful carpet of hay;then she carried it to the dead bird, and spread itover him; with some down from the flowers whichshe had found in the field-mouses room. It was assoft as wool, and she spread some of it on eachside of the bird, so that he might lie warmly in Kinara : Story Sharingthe cold earth. "Farewell, you pretty little bird," said she,"farewell; thank you for your delightful singingduring the summer, when all the trees were green, 39
    • and the warm sun shone upon us." Then she laidher head on the birds breast, but she was alarmedimmediately,for it seemed as if something inside the bird went"thump, thump." It was the birds heart; he wasnot really dead, only benumbed with the cold, andthe warmth had restored him to life. In autumn,all the swallows fly away into warm countries, butif one happens to linger, the cold seizes it, itbecomes frozen, and falls down as if dead; itremains where it fell, and the cold snow covers it.Tiny trembled very much; she was quite frightened,for the bird was large, a great deal larger thanherself, - she was only an inch high. But she tookcourage, laid the wool more thickly over the poorswallow, and then took a leaf which she had usedfor her own counterpane, and laid it over the head Kinara : Story Sharingof the poor bird. The next morning she again stole out to seehim. He was alive but very weak; he could onlyopen his eyes for a moment to look at Tiny, who 40
    • stood by holding a piece of decayed wood in herhand, for she had no other lantern. "Thank you, pretty little maiden," said the sickswallow; "I have been so nicely warmed, that I shallsoon regain my strength, and be able to fly aboutagain in the warm sunshine." "Oh," said she, "it is cold out of doors now;it snows and freezes. Stay in your warm bed; I willtake care of you." Then she brought the swallow some water ina flower-leaf, and after he had drank, he told herthat he had wounded one of his wings in a thorn-bush, and could not fly as fast as the others, whowere soon far away on their journey to warmcountries.Then at last he had fallen to the earth, and could Kinara : Story Sharingremember no more, nor how he came to be whereshe had found him. The whole winter the swallow remainedunderground, and Tiny nursed him with care and 41
    • love. Neither the mole nor the field-mouse knewanything about it, for they did not like swallows.Very soon the spring time came, and the sunwarmed the earth.Then the swallow bade farewell to Tiny, and sheopened the hole in the ceiling which the mole hadmade. The sun shone in upon them so beautifully,that the swallow asked her if she would go withhim; she could sit on his back, he said, and hewould fly away with her into the green woods. ButTiny knew it would make the field-mouse verygrieved if she left her in that manner, so she said,"No, I cannot." "Farewell, then, farewell, you good, prettylittle maiden," said the swallow; and he flew outinto the sunshine. Kinara : Story Sharing Tiny looked after him, and the tears rose inher eyes. She was very fond of the poor swallow. "Tweet, tweet," sang the bird, as he flew outinto the green woods, and Tiny felt very sad. Shewas not allowed to go out into the warm sunshine. 42
    • The corn which had been sown in the field over thehouse of the field-mouse had grown up high intothe air, and formed a thick wood to Tiny, who wasonly an inch in height. "You are going to be married, Tiny," said thefield-mouse. "My neighbor has asked for you. Whatgood fortune for a poor child like you. Now we willprepare your wedding clothes. They must be bothwoollen and linen. Nothing must be wanting whenyou are the moles wife." Tiny had to turn the spindle, and the field-mouse hired four spiders, who were to weave dayand night. Every evening the mole visited her, andwas continually speaking of the time when thesummer would be over.Then he would keep his wedding-day with Tiny; but Kinara : Story Sharingnow the heat of the sun was so great that itburned the earth, and made it quite hard, like astone. As soon as the summer was over, thewedding should take place. But Tiny was not at allpleased; for she did not like the tiresome mole. 43
    • Every morning when the sun rose, and everyevening when it went down, she would creep outat the door, and as the wind blew aside the earsof corn, so that she could see the blue sky, shethought how beautiful and bright it seemed outthere, and wished so much to see her dear swallowagain. But he never returned; for by this time hehad flown far away into the lovely green forest. When autumn arrived, Tiny had her outfitquite ready; and the field-mouse said to her, "Infour weeks the wedding must take place." Then Tiny wept, and said she would notmarry the disagreeable mole. "Nonsense," replied the field-mouse. "Nowdont be obstinate, or I shall bite you with mywhite teeth. He is a very handsome mole; the Kinara : Story Sharingqueen herself does not wear more beautiful velvetsand furs. His kitchen and cellars are quite full. Youought to be very thankful for such good fortune." So the wedding-day was fixed, on which themole was to fetch Tiny away to live with him, 44
    • deep under the earth, and never again to see thewarm sun, because he did not like it. The poorchild was very unhappy at the thought of sayingfarewell to the beautiful sun, and as the field-mouse had given her permission to stand at thedoor, she went to look at it once more. "Farewell bright sun," she cried, stretchingout her arm towards it; and then she walked ashort distance from the house; for the corn hadbeen cut, and only the dry stubble remained in thefields. "Farewell, farewell," she repeated, twiningher arm round a little red flower that grew justby her side. "Greet the little swallow from me, ifyou should see him again." "Tweet, tweet," sounded over her headsuddenly. She looked up, and there was the swallowhimself flying close by. As soon as he spied Tiny, he Kinara : Story Sharingwas delighted; and then she told him how unwillingshe felt to marry the ugly mole, and to live alwaysbeneath the earth, and never to see the bright sunany more. And as she told him she wept. 45
    • "Cold winter is coming," said the swallow,"and I am going to fly away into warmer countries.Will you go with me? You can sit on my back, andfasten yourself on with your sash.Then we can fly away from the ugly mole and hisgloomy rooms, - far away, over the mountains,into warmer countries, where the sun shines morebrightly than here; where it is always summer, andthe flowers bloom in greater beauty. Fly now withme, dear little Tiny; you saved my life when I layfrozen in that dark passage." "Yes, I will go with you," said Tiny; and sheseated herself on the birds back, with her feet onhis outstretched wings, and tied her girdle to oneof his strongest feathers. Then the swallow rose in the air, and flew Kinara : Story Sharingover forest and over sea, high above the highestmountains, covered with eternal snow. Tiny wouldhave been frozen in the cold air, but she creptunder the birds warm feathers, 46
    • keeping her little head uncovered, so that shemight admire the beautiful lands over which theypassed. At length they reached the warm countries,where the sun shines brightly, and the sky seemsso much higher above the earth.Here, on the hedges, and by the wayside, grewpurple, green, and white grapes; lemons andoranges hung from trees in the woods; and the airwas fragrant with myrtles and orange blossoms.Beautiful children ran along the country lanes,playing with large gay butterflies; and as the swallow flew farther and farther, everyplace appeared still more lovely. At last they came to a blue lake, and bythe side of it, shaded by trees of the deepest Kinara : Story Sharinggreen, stood a palace of dazzling white marble,built in the olden times. Vines clustered round itslofty pillars, and at the top were many swallowsnests, and one of these was the home of theswallow who carried Tiny. 47
    • "This is my house," said the swallow; "but itwould not do for you to live there - you wouldnot be comfortable. You must choose for yourselfone of those lovely flowers, and I will put youdown upon it, and then you shall have everythingthat you can wish to make you happy." "That will be delightful," she said, and clappedher little hands for joy. A large marble pillar lay on the ground, which,in falling, had been broken into three pieces.Between these pieces grew the most beautiful largewhite flowers; so the swallow flew down with Tiny,and placed her on one of the broad leaves. Buthow surprised she was to see in the middle of theflower, a tiny little man, as white and transparentas if he had been made of crystal! He had a goldcrown on his head, and delicate wings at his Kinara : Story Sharingshoulders, and was not much larger than Tinyherself. He was the angel of the flower; for a tinyman and a tiny woman dwell in every flower; andthis was the king of them all. 48
    • "Oh, how beautiful he is!" whispered Tiny tothe swallow. The little prince was at first quite frightenedat the bird, who was like a giant, compared tosuch a delicate little creature as himself; but whenhe saw Tiny,he was delighted, and thought her the prettiestlittle maiden he had ever seen. He took the goldcrown from his head, and placed it on hers, andasked her name, and if she would be his wife, andqueen over all the flowers. This certainly was a very different sort ofhusband to the son of a toad, or the mole, withmy black velvet and fur; so she said, "Yes," to thehandsome prince. Then all the flowers opened, andout of each came a little lady or a tiny lord, all so Kinara : Story Sharingpretty it was quite a pleasure to look at them.Each of them brought Tiny a present; but thebest gift was a pair of beautiful wings, which hadbelonged to a large white fly and they fastened 49
    • them to Tinys shoulders, so that she might flyfrom flower to flower.Then there was much rejoicing, and the littleswallow who sat above them, in his nest, was askedto sing a wedding song, which he did as well as hecould;but in his heart he felt sad for he was very fondof Tiny, and would have liked never to part fromher again. "You must not be called Tiny any more," saidthe spirit of the flowers to her. "It is an uglyname, and you are so very pretty. We will call youMaia." "Farewell, farewell," said the swallow, with aheavy heart as he left the warm countries to flyback into Denmark. There he had a nest over the Kinara : Story Sharingwindow of a house in which dwelt the writer offairy tales. The swallow sang, "Tweet, tweet," andfrom his song came the whole story. 50
    • The Ugly DucklingIt was lovely summer weather in the country, andthe golden corn, the green oats, and the haystackspiled up in the meadows looked beautiful. Thestork walking about on his long red legs chatteredin the Egyptian language, which he had learnt fromhis mother. The corn-fields and meadows weresurrounded by large forests, in the midst of whichwere deep pools. It was, indeed, delightful to walkabout in the country. In a sunny spot stood apleasant old farm-house close by a deep river, andfrom the house down to the water side grew greatburdock leaves, so high, that under the tallest ofthem a little child could stand upright. The spotwas as wild as the centre of a thick wood. In this Kinara : Story Sharingsnug retreat sat a duck on her nest, watching forher young brood to hatch; she was beginning to gettired of her task, for the little ones were a longtime coming out of their shells, and she seldomhad any visitors. 51
    • The other ducks liked much better to swim aboutin the river than to climb the slippery banks, andsit under a burdock leaf, to have a gossip with her. At length one shell cracked, and then another,and from each egg came a living creature thatlifted its head and cried, "Peep, peep." "Quack, quack," said the mother, and thenthey all quacked as well as they could, and lookedabout them on every side at the large green leaves.Their mother allowed them to look as much asthey liked, because green is good for the eyes. "How large the world is," said the youngducks, when they found how much more room theynow had than while they were inside the egg-shell. "Do you imagine this is the whole world?"asked the mother; "Wait till you have seen the Kinara : Story Sharinggarden; it stretches far beyond that to theparsons field, but I have never ventured to such adistance. Are you all out?" she continued, rising;"No, I declare, the largest egg lies there still. 52
    • I wonder how long this is to last, I am quite tiredof it;" and she seated herself again on the nest. "Well, how are you getting on?" asked an oldduck, who paid her a visit. "One egg is not hatched yet," said the duck,"it will not break. But just look at all the others,are they not the prettiest little ducklings you eversaw? They are the image of their father, who is sounkind, he never comes to see." "Let me see the egg that will not break," saidthe duck; "I have no doubt it is a turkeys egg. Iwas persuaded to hatch some once, and after allmy care and trouble with the young ones, theywere afraid of the water. I quacked and clucked,but all to no purpose. I could not get them toventure in. Let me look at the egg. Yes, that is a Kinara : Story Sharingturkeys egg; take my advice, leave it where it isand teach the other children to swim." "I think I will sit on it a little while longer,"said the duck; "as I have sat so long already, a fewdays will be nothing." 53
    • "Please yourself," said the old duck, and shewent away. At last the large egg broke, and a young onecrept forth crying, "Peep, peep." It was very largeand ugly. The duck stared at it and exclaimed, "Itis very large and not at all like the others. Iwonder if it really is a turkey. We shall soon findit out, however when we go to the water. It mustgo in, if I have to push it myself." On the next day the weather was delightful,and the sun shone brightly on the green burdockleaves, so the mother duck took her young brooddown to the water, and jumped in with a splash."Quack, quack," cried she, and one after anotherthe little ducklings jumped in. The water closedover their heads, but they came up again in aninstant, and swam about quite prettily with their Kinara : Story Sharinglegs paddling under them as easily as possible,and the ugly duckling was also in the waterswimming with them. 54
    • "Oh," said the mother, "that is not a turkey;how well he uses his legs, and how upright he holdshimself! He is my own child, and he is not so veryugly after all if you look at him properly. Quack,quack! come with me now, I will take you intogrand society, and introduce you to the farmyard,but you must keep close to me or you may betrodden upon; and, above all, beware of the cat." When they reachedthe farmyard, there wasa great disturbance, twofamilies were fighting foran eels head, which,after all, was carried offby the cat. "See, children, that is the way of theworld," said the mother duck, whetting her beak,for she would have liked the eels head herself. Kinara : Story Sharing"Come, now, use your legs, and let me see howwell you can behave. You must bow your headsprettily to that old duck yonder; she is thehighest born of them all, and has Spanish blood,therefore, she is well off. 55
    • Dont you see she has a red flag tied to her leg,which is something very grand, and a great honorfor a duck; it shows that every one is anxious notto lose her, as she can be recognized both by manand beast. Come, now, dont turn your toes, awell-bred duckling spreads his feet wide apart, justlike his father and mother, in this way; now bendyour neck, and say "quack." The ducklings did as they were bid, but the other duck stared, and said, "Look, here comes another brood, as if there were not enough of us already! and what a queer looking object one of Kinara : Story Sharingthem is; we dont want him here," and then oneflew out and bit him in the neck. "Let him alone," said the mother; "he is notdoing any harm." 56
    • "Yes, but he is so big and ugly," said thespiteful duck "and therefore he must be turnedout." "The others are very pretty children," said theold duck, with the rag on her leg, "all but thatone; I wish his mother could improve him a little." "That is impossible, your grace," replied themother; "he is not pretty; but he has a very gooddisposition, and swims as well or even better thanthe others. I think he will grow up pretty, andperhaps be smaller; he has remained too long inthe egg, and therefore his figure is not properlyformed;" and then she stroked his neck andsmoothed the feathers, saying, "It is a drake, andtherefore not of so much consequence. I think hewill grow up strong, and able to take care ofhimself." Kinara : Story Sharing "The other ducklings are graceful enough," saidthe old duck. "Now make yourself at home, and ifyou can find an eels head, you can bring it tome." 57
    • And so they made themselves comfortable;but the poor duckling, who had crept out of hisshell last of all, and looked so ugly, was bitten andpushed and made fun of, not only by the ducks,but by all the poultry. "He is too big," they allsaid, and the turkey cock, who had been born intothe world with spurs, and fancied himself really anemperor, puffed himself out like a vessel in fullsail, and flew at the duckling, and became quite redin the head with passion, so that the poor littlething did not know where to go, and was quitemiserable because he was so ugly and laughed at bythe whole farmyard. So it went on from day today till it got worse and worse. The poor ducklingwas driven about by every one; even his brothersand sisters were unkind to him, and would say,"Ah, you ugly creature, I wish the cat would getyou," and his mother said she wished he had never Kinara : Story Sharingbeen born. The ducks pecked him, the chickens beathim, and the girl who fed the poultry kicked himwith her feet. So at last he ran away, frighteningthe little birds in the hedge as he flew over thepalings. 58
    • "They are afraid of me because I am ugly," hesaid. So he closed his eyes, and flew still farther,until he came out on a large moor, inhabited bywild ducks. Here he remained the whole night,feeling very tired and sorrowful. In the morning, when the wild ducks rose inthe air, they stared at their new comrade. "Whatsort of a duck are you?" they all said, cominground him. He bowed to them, and was as polite as hecould be, but he did not reply to their question."You are exceedingly ugly," said the wild ducks,"but that will not matter if you do not want tomarry one of our family." Poor thing! he had no thoughts of marriage;all he wanted was permission to lie among the Kinara : Story Sharingrushes, and drink some of the water on the moor.After he had been on the moor two days, therecame two wild geese, or rather goslings,for they had not been out of the egg long, andwere very saucy. 59
    • "Listen, friend," said one of them to theduckling, "you are so ugly, that we like you verywell. Will you go with us, and become a bird ofpassage? Not far from here is another moor, inwhich there are some pretty wild geese, allunmarried. It is a chance for you to get a wife;you may be lucky, ugly as you are." "Pop, pop," sounded in the air, and the twowild geese fell dead among the rushes, and thewater was tinged with blood. "Pop, pop," echoedfar and wide in the distance, and whole flocks ofwild geese rose up from the rushes. The soundcontinued from every direction, for the sportsmensurrounded the moor,and some were even seated on branches of trees,overlooking the rushes. The blue smoke from theguns rose like clouds over the dark trees, and as it Kinara : Story Sharingfloated away across the water, a number ofsporting dogs bounded in among the rushes, whichbent beneath them wherever they went. How theyterrified the poor duckling! He turned away hishead to hide it under his wing, and at the same 60
    • moment a large terrible dog passed quite near him.His jaws were open, his tongue hung from hismouth, and his eyes glared fearfully. He thrust hisnose close to the duckling, showing his sharp teeth,and then, "splash, splash," he went into the waterwithout touching him, "Oh," sighed the duckling,"how thankful I am for being so ugly; even a dog will not bite me." And so he lay quite still, while the shot rattled through the rushes, and gun after gun was fired over him. It was late in the day before all became quiet, but even then the poor young thing did not dare to move. Kinara : Story Sharing He waited quietly for several hours, and then,after looking carefully around him, hastened awayfrom the moor as fast as he could. He ran overfield and meadow till a storm arose, and he couldhardly struggle against it. 61
    • Towards evening, he reached a poor littlecottage that seemed ready to fall, and onlyremained standing because it could not decide onwhich side to fall first. The storm continued soviolent, that the duckling could go no farther; hesat down by the cottage, and then he noticed thatthe door was not quite closed in consequence ofone of the hinges having given way. There wastherefore a narrow opening near the bottom largeenough for him to slip through, which he did veryquietly, and got a shelter for the night. A woman,a tom cat, and a hen lived in this cottage. Thetom cat, whom the mistress called, "My littleson," was a great favorite; he could raise his back,and purr, and could even throw out sparks from hisfur if it were stroked the wrong way.The hen had very short legs, so she was called Kinara : Story Sharing"Chickie short legs." She laid good eggs, and hermistress loved her as if she had been her own child.In the morning, the strange visitor was discovered,and the tom cat began to purr, and the hen tocluck. 62
    • "What is that noise about?" said the oldwoman, looking round the room, but her sight wasnot very good; therefore, when she saw theduckling she thought it must be a fat duck, thathad strayed from home. "Oh what a prize!" sheexclaimed, "I hope it is not a drake, for then Ishall have some ducks eggs. I must wait and see." So the duckling was allowed to remain on trialfor three weeks, but there were no eggs. Now thetom cat was the master of the house, and the henwas mistress, and they always said, "We and theworld," for they believed themselves to be half theworld, and the better half too.The duckling thought that others might hold adifferent opinion on the subject, but the henwould not listen to such doubts. Kinara : Story Sharing "Can you lay eggs?" she asked. "No." "Then have the goodness to hold yourtongue." 63
    • "Can you raise your back, or purr, or throwout sparks?" said the tom cat. "No." "Then you have no right to express an opinionwhen sensible people are speaking." So the duckling sat in a corner, feeling verylow spirited, till the sunshine and the fresh aircame into the room through the open door, andthen he began to feel such a great longing for aswim on the water, that he could not help tellingthe hen. "What an absurd idea," said the hen. "Youhave nothing else to do, therefore you have foolishfancies. If you could purr or lay eggs, they wouldpass away." Kinara : Story Sharing "But it is so delightful to swim about on thewater," said the duckling, "and so refreshing to feelit close over your head, while you dive down tothe bottom." 64
    • "Delightful, indeed!" said the hen, "why youmust be crazy! Ask the cat, he is the cleverestanimal I know, ask him how he would like to swimabout on the water, or to dive under it, for I willnot speak of my own opinion; ask our mistress, theold woman; there is no one in the world moreclever than she is. Do you think she would like toswim, or to let the water close over her head?" "You dont understand me," said the duckling. "We dont understand you? Who canunderstand you, I wonder? Do you consider yourselfmore clever than the cat, or the old woman? I willsay nothing of myself. Dont imagine such nonsense,child, and thank your good fortune that you havebeen received here. Are you not in a warm room,and in society from which you may learnsomething. But you are a chatterer, and your Kinara : Story Sharingcompany is not very agreeable. Believe me, I speakonly for your own good. I may tell you unpleasanttruths, but that is a proof of my friendship. Iadvise you, therefore, to lay eggs, and learn topurr as quickly as possible." 65
    • "I believe I must go out into the worldagain," said the duckling. "Yes, do," said the hen. So the duckling leftthe cottage, and soon found water on which itcould swim and dive, but was avoided by all otheranimals, because of its ugly appearance. Autumn came, and the leaves in the forestturned to orange and gold. Then, as winterapproached, the wind caught them as they fell andwhirled them in the cold air.The clouds, heavy with hail and snow-flakes, hunglow in the sky, and the raven stood on the fernscrying, "Croak, croak." It made one shiver with coldto look at him. All this was very sad for the poorlittle duckling. One evening, just as the sun set amid radiant Kinara : Story Sharingclouds, there came a large flock of beautiful birdsout of the bushes. The duckling had never seen anylike them before. They were swans, and theycurved their graceful necks, while their softplumage shown with dazzling whiteness. 66
    • They uttered a singular cry, as they spread theirglorious wings and flew away from those coldregions to warmer countries across the sea. Asthey mounted higher and higher in the air, theugly little duckling felt quite a strange sensation ashe watched them. Hewhirled himself in the waterlike a wheel, stretched outhis neck towards them, anduttered a cry so strangethat it frightened himself. Could he ever forgetthose beautiful, happy birds; and when at last theywere out of his sight, he dived under the water,and rose again almost beside himself withexcitement. He knew not the names of these birds,nor where they had flown, but he felt towardsthem as he had never felt for any other bird in Kinara : Story Sharingthe world. He was not envious of these beautifulcreatures, but wished to be as lovely as they. Poorugly creature, how gladly he would have lived evenwith the ducks had they only given himencouragement. 67
    • The winter grew colder and colder; he was obligedto swim about on the water to keep it fromfreezing, but every night the space on which heswam became smaller and smaller. At length itfroze so hard that the ice in the water crackled ashe moved, and the duckling had to paddle with hislegs as well as he could, to keep the space fromclosing up. He became exhausted at last, and laystill and helpless, frozen fast in the ice. Early in the morning, a peasant, who waspassing by, saw what had happened. He broke theice in pieces with his wooden shoe, and carried theduckling home to his wife. The warmth revived thepoor little creature; but when the children wantedto play with him, the duckling thought they woulddo him some harm; so he started up in terror,fluttered into the milk-pan, and splashed the milk Kinara : Story Sharingabout the room. Then the woman clapped herhands, which frightened him still more. He flewfirst into the butter-cask, then into the meal-tub,and out again. 68
    • What a condition he was in! The womanscreamed, and struck at him with the tongs; thechildren laughed and screamed, and tumbled overeach other, in their efforts to catch him; butluckily he escaped. The door stood open; the poorcreature could just manage to slip out among thebushes, and lie down quite exhausted in the newlyfallen snow. It would be very sad, were I to relate all themisery and privations which the poor little ducklingendured during the hard winter;but when it had passed, he found himself lying onemorning in a moor, amongst the rushes. He feltthe warm sun shining, and heard the lark singing,and saw that all around was beautiful spring. Thenthe young bird felt that his wings were strong, ashe flapped them against his sides, and rose high Kinara : Story Sharinginto the air. They bore him onwards, until hefound himself in a large garden, before he wellknew how it had happened. 69
    • The apple-trees were in full blossom, and thefragrant elders bent their long green branches downto the stream which wound round a smooth lawn.Everything looked beautiful, in the freshness ofearly spring. From a thicket close by came threebeautiful white swans, rustling their feathers, andswimming lightly over the smooth water. Theduckling remembered the lovely birds, and felt morestrangely unhappy than ever. "I will fly to those royal birds," he exclaimed,"and they will kill me, because I am so ugly, anddare to approach them; but it does not matter:better be killed by them than pecked by the ducks,beaten by the hens, pushed about by the maidenwho feeds the poultry, or starved with hunger inthe winter." Then he flew to the water, and swam Kinara : Story Sharingtowards the beautiful swans. The moment theyespied the stranger, they rushed to meet him withoutstretched wings. 70
    • "Kill me," said the poor bird; and he bent hishead down to the surface of the water, andawaited death. But what did he see in the clear streambelow? His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird,ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful andbeautiful swan. To be born in a ducks nest, in afarmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it ishatched from a swans egg. He now felt glad athaving suffered sorrow and trouble, because itenabled him to enjoy so much better all thepleasure and happiness around him;for the great swans swamround the new-comer, andstroked his neck with theirbeaks, as a welcome. Kinara : Story Sharing Into the garden presently came some littlechildren, and threw bread and cake into the water. 71
    • "See," cried the youngest, "there is a new one;"and the rest were delighted, and ran to theirfather and mother, dancing and clapping theirhands, and shouting joyously, "There is anotherswan come; a new one has arrived." Then they threw more bread and cake intothe water, and said, "The new one is the mostbeautiful of all; he is so young and pretty." Andthe old swans bowed their heads before him. Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his headunder his wing; for he did not know what to do,he was so happy, and yet not at all proud. He hadbeen persecuted and despised for his ugliness, andnow he heard them say he was the most beautifulof all the birds. Even the elder-tree bent down its bows into the Kinara : Story Sharingwater before him, and the sun shone warm andbright. Then he rustled his feathers, curved hisslender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths ofhis heart, "I never dreamed of such happiness asthis, while I was an ugly duckling." 72
    • The Fir TreeOut in the woods stood a nice little Fir Tree. Theplace he had was a very good one: the sun shoneon him: as to fresh air, there was enough of that,and round him grew many large-sized comrades,pines as well as firs. But the little Fir wanted sovery much to be a grown-up tree. He did not think of the warm sun and of thefresh air; he did not care for the little cottagechildren that ran about and prattled when theywere in the woods looking for wild-strawberries.The children often came with a whole pitcher fullof berries, or a long row of them threaded on astraw, and sat down near the young tree and said,"Oh, how pretty he is! What a nice little fir!" Butthis was what the Tree could not bear to hear. Kinara : Story SharingAt the end of a year he had shot up a good deal,and after another year he was another long bittaller; for with fir trees one can always tell by theshoots how many years old they are. 73
    • "Oh! Were I but such a high tree as theothers are," sighed he. "Then I should be able tospread out my branches, and with the tops to lookinto the wide world! Then would the birds buildnests among my branches: and when there was abreeze, I could bend with as much stateliness asthe others!" Neither the sunbeams,nor the birds, nor the redclouds which morning andevening sailed above him,gave the little Tree anypleasure. In winter, when thesnow lay glittering on the ground, a hare wouldoften come leaping along, and jump right over thelittle Tree. Oh, that made him so angry! But two Kinara : Story Sharingwinters were past, and in the third the Tree wasso large that the hare was obliged to go round it."To grow and grow, to get older and be tall,"thought the Tree --"that, after all, is the mostdelightful thing in the world!" 74
    • In autumn the wood-cutters always came andfelled some of the largest trees. This happenedevery year; and the young Fir Tree,that had now grown to a very comely size,trembled at the sight; for the magnificent greattrees fell to the earth with noise and cracking, thebranches were lopped off, and the trees looked longand bare; they were hardly to be recognised; andthen they were laid in carts, and the horsesdragged them out of the wood. Where did they go to? What became ofthem? In spring, when the swallows and the storkscame, the Tree asked them, "Dont you knowwhere they have been taken? Have you not metthem anywhere?" Kinara : Story Sharing The swallows did not know anything about it;but the Stork looked musing, nodded his head, andsaid, "Yes; I think I know; I met many ships as Iwas flying hither from Egypt; 75
    • On the ships were magnificent masts, and Iventure to assert that it was they that smelt soof fir. I may congratulate you, for they liftedthemselves on high most majestically!" "Oh, were I but old enough to fly across thesea! But how does the sea look in reality? What isit like?" "That would take a long time to explain," said the Stork, and with these words off he went. "Rejoice in thy growth!" said the Kinara : Story Sharing Sunbeams."Rejoice in thy vigorous growth, and in the freshlife that moveth within thee!" And the Windkissed the Tree, and the Dew wept tears over him;but the Fir understood it not. 76
    • When Christmas came, quite young trees were cutdown: trees which often were not even as large orof the same age as this Fir Tree, who could neverrest, but always wanted to be off. These youngtrees, and they were always the finest looking,retained their branches; they were laid on carts,and the horses drew them out of the wood. "Where are they going to?" asked the Fir."They are not taller than I; there was one indeedthat was considerably shorter; and why do theyretain all their branches? Whither are they taken?" "We know! We know!" chirped the Sparrows."We have peeped in at the windows in the townbelow! We know whether they are taken! Thegreatest splendor and the greatest magnificence onecan imagine await them. We peeped through thewindows, and saw them planted in the middle of Kinara : Story Sharingthe warm room and ornamented with the mostsplendid things, with gilded apples, withgingerbread, with toys, and many hundred lights! 77
    • "And then?" asked the Fir Tree, trembling inevery bough. "And then? What happens then?" "We did not see anything more: it wasincomparably beautiful." "I would fain know if I am destined for soglorious a career," cried the Tree, rejoicing. "Thatis still better than to cross the sea! What alonging do I suffer! Was Christmas but come! I amnow tall, and my branches spread like the othersthat were carried off last year! Oh! Was I butalready on the cart! Was I in the warm room withall the splendor and magnificence! Yes; thensomething better, something still grander, willsurely follow, or wherefore should they thusornament me? Something better, something stillgrander must follow -- but what? Oh, how I long,how I suffer! I do not know myself what is the Kinara : Story Sharingmatter with me!" "Rejoice in our presence!" said the Air and theSunlight. "Rejoice in thy own fresh youth!" 78
    • But the Tree did not rejoice at all; he grewand grew, and was green both winter and summer.People that saw him said, "What a fine tree!" andtowards Christmas he was one of the first thatwas cut down. The axe struck deep into the verypith; the Tree fell to the earth with a sigh; hefelt a pang -- it was like a swoon; he could notthink of happiness, for he was sorrowful at beingseparated from his home, from the place where hehad sprung up. He well knew that he should neversee his dear old comrades, the little bushes andflowers around him, anymore; perhaps not even thebirds! The departure was not at all agreeable. The Tree only came to himself when he wasunloaded in a court-yard with the other trees, andheard a man say, "That one is splendid! We dontwant the others." Then two servants came in rich Kinara : Story Sharinglivery and carried the Fir Tree into a large andsplendid drawing-room. Portraits were hanging onthe walls, and near the white porcelain stove stoodtwo large Chinese vases with lions on the covers.There, too, were large easy-chairs, silken sofas, 79
    • large tables full of picture-books and full of toys,worth hundreds and hundreds of crowns -- at leastthe children said so. And the Fir Tree was stuckupright in a cask that was filled with sand; but noone could see that it was a cask, for green clothwas hung all round it, and it stood on a largegaily-colored carpet. Oh! How the Tree quivered! What was to happen?The servants, as well as the young ladies, decoratedit. On one branch there hung little nets cut out ofcolored paper, and each net was filled withsugarplums; and among the other boughs gildedapples and walnuts were suspended, looking asthough they had grown there, and little blue andwhite tapers were placed among the leaves. Dollsthat looked for all the world like men -- the Treehad never beheld such before -- were seen among Kinara : Story Sharingthe foliage, and at the very top a large star ofgold tinsel was fixed. It was really splendid --beyond description splendid. "This evening!" they all said. "How it willshine this evening!" 80
    • "Oh!" thought the Tree. "If the evening wasbut come! If the tapers were but lighted! Andthen I wonder what will happen! Perhaps the othertrees from the forest will come to look at me!Perhaps the sparrows will beat against thewindowpanes! I wonder if I shall take root here,and winter and summer stand covered withornaments!" He knew very much about the matter -- buthe was so impatient that for sheer longing he gota pain in his back, and this with trees is the samething as a headache with us. The candles were now lighted -- whatbrightness! What splendor! The Tree trembled so inevery bough that one of the tapers set fire to thefoliage. It blazed up famously. Kinara : Story Sharing "Help! Help!" cried the young ladies, and theyquickly put out the fire. Now the Tree did not even dare tremble.What a state he was in! He was so uneasy lest heshould lose something of his splendor that he was 81
    • quite bewildered amidst the glare and brightness;when suddenly both folding-doors opened and atroop of children rushed in as if they would upsetthe Tree. The older persons followed quietly; thelittle ones stood quite still.But it was only for a moment; then they shoutedthat the whole place re-echoed with their rejoicing;they danced round the Tree, and one present afterthe other was pulled off. "What are they about?" thought the Tree."What is to happen now!" And the lights burneddown to the very branches, and as they burneddown they were put out one after the other, andthen the children had permission to plunder theTree. So they fell upon it with such violence thatall its branches cracked; if it had not been fixedfirmly in the ground, it would certainly have Kinara : Story Sharingtumbled down. The children danced about with their beautifulplaythings; no one looked at the Tree except theold nurse, who peeped between the branches; but 82
    • it was only to see if there was a fig or an appleleft that had been forgotten. "A story! A story!" cried the children, drawinga little fat man towards the Tree. He seatedhimself under it and said, "Now we are in the shade, and the Tree canlisten too. But I shall tell only one story. Nowwhich will you have; that about Ivedy-Avedy, orabout Humpy-Dumpy, who tumbled downstairs, andyet after all came to the throne and married theprincess?" "Ivedy-Avedy," cried some; "Humpy-Dumpy,"cried the others. There was such a bawling andscreaming -- the Fir Tree alone was silent, and hethought to himself, "Am I not to bawl with therest? Am I to do nothing whatever?" for he was Kinara : Story Sharingone of the company, and had done what he had todo. And the man told about Humpy-Dumpy thattumbled down, who notwithstanding came to thethrone, and at last married the princess. 83
    • And the children clapped their hands, and cried."Oh, go on! Do go on!" They wanted to hear aboutIvedy-Avedy too, but the little man only toldthem about Humpy-Dumpy. The Fir Tree stoodquite still and absorbed in thought;The birds in the wood had never related the like ofthis. "Humpy-Dumpy fell downstairs, and yet hemarried the princess! Yes, yes! Thats the way ofthe world!" thought the Fir Tree, and believed itall, because the man who told the story was sogood-looking. "Well, well! Who knows, perhaps Imay fall downstairs, too, and get a princess aswife! And he looked forward with joy to themorrow, when he hoped to be decked out againwith lights, playthings, fruits, and tinsel. "I wont tremble to-morrow!" thought the FirTree. "I will enjoy to the full my entire splendor! Kinara : Story SharingTo-morrow I shall hear again the story of Humpy-Dumpy, and perhaps that of Ivedy-Avedy too."And the whole night the Tree stood still and indeep thought. 84
    • In the morning the servant and the housemaidcame in. "Now then the splendor will begin again,"thought the Fir. But they dragged him out of theroom, and up the stairs into the loft:and here, in adark corner,where nodaylight couldenter, theyleft him."Whats themeaning ofthis?" thoughtthe Tree."What am I todo here? What shall I hear now, I wonder?" And he Kinara : Story Sharingleaned against the wall lost in reverie.Time enough had he too for his reflections; fordays and nights passed on, and nobody came up;and when at last somebody did come, 85
    • it was only to put some great trunks in a corner,out of the way. There stood the Tree quitehidden; it seemed as if he had been entirelyforgotten. "Tis now winter out-of-doors!" thought theTree. "The earth is hard and covered with snow;men cannot plant me now, and therefore I havebeen put up here under shelter till the spring-timecomes! How thoughtful that is! How kind man is,after all! If it only were not so dark here, and soterribly lonely! Not even a hare! And out in thewoods it was so pleasant, when the snow was onthe ground, and the hare leaped by; yes -- evenwhen he jumped over me; but I did not like itthen! It is really terribly lonely here!" "Squeak! Squeak!" said a little Mouse, at thesame moment, peeping out of his hole. And then Kinara : Story Sharinganother little one came. They snuffed about theFir Tree, and rustled among the branches. 86
    • "It is dreadfully cold," said the Mouse. "Butfor that, it would be delightful here, old Fir,wouldnt it?" "I am by no means old," said the Fir Tree."Theres many a one considerably older than I am." "Where do you come from," asked the Mice;"and what can you do?" They were so extremelycurious. "Tell us about the most beautiful spot onthe earth. Have you never been there? Were younever in the larder, where cheeses lie on theshelves, and hams hang from above; where onedances about on tallow candles: that place whereone enters lean, and comes out again fat andportly?" "I know no such place," said the Tree."But I know the wood, where the sun shines and Kinara : Story Sharingwhere the little birds sing." And then he told allabout his youth; and the little Mice had neverheard the like before; and they listened and said, 87
    • "Well, to be sure! How much you have seen!How happy you must have been!" "I!" said the Fir Tree, thinking over what hehad himself related. "Yes, in reality those werehappy times." And then he told about Christmas-eve, when he was decked out with cakes andcandles. "Oh," said the little Mice, "how fortunate youhave been, old Fir Tree!" "I am by no means old," said he. "I camefrom the wood this winter; I am in my prime, andam only rather short for my age." "What delightful stories you know," said theMice: and the next night they came with fourother little Mice, who were to hear what the Treerecounted: and the more he related, Kinara : Story Sharingthe more he remembered himself; and it appearedas if those times had really been happy times."But they may still come -- they may still come!Humpy-Dumpy fell downstairs, and yet he got a 88
    • princess!" and he thought at the moment of a nicelittle Birch Tree growing out in the woods: to theFir, that would be a real charming princess. "Who is Humpy-Dumpy?" asked the Mice. Sothen the Fir Tree told the whole fairy tale, for hecould remember every single word of it; and thelittle Mice jumped for joy up to the very top ofthe Tree. Next night two more Mice came, and onSunday two Rats even; but they said the storieswere not interesting, which vexed the little Mice;and they, too, now began to think them not sovery amusing either. "Do you know only one story?" asked theRats. "Only that one," answered the Tree. "I heardit on my happiest evening; but I did not then Kinara : Story Sharingknow how happy I was." "It is a very stupid story! Dont you knowone about bacon and tallow candles? Cant you tellany larder stories?" 89
    • "No," said the Tree. "Then good-bye," said the Rats; and theywent home. At last the little Mice stayed away also; andthe Tree sighed: "After all, it was very pleasantwhen the sleek little Mice sat round me, andlistened to what I told them. Now that too isover. But I will take good care to enjoy myselfwhen I am brought out again." But when was that to be? Why, one morningthere came a quantity of people and set to workin the loft. The trunks were moved, the tree waspulled out and thrown -- rather hard, it is true --down on the floor, but a man drew him towardsthe stairs, where the daylight shone. "Now a merry life will begin again," thought Kinara : Story Sharingthe Tree. He felt the fresh air, the first sunbeam-- and now he was out in the courtyard. All passedso quickly, there was so much going on around him,the Tree quite forgot to look to himself. Thecourt adjoined a garden, and all was in flower; the 90
    • roses hung so fresh and odorous over thebalustrade, the lindens were in blossom, theSwallows flew by, and said, "Quirre-vit! Myhusband is come!" but it was not the Fir Treethat they meant. "Now, then, I shall really enjoy life," said heexultingly, and spread out his branches; but, alas,they were all withered and yellow! It was in acorner that he lay, among weeds and nettles. Thegolden star of tinsel was still on the top of theTree, and glittered in the sunshine. In the court-yard some of the merry childrenwere playing who had danced at Christmas roundthe Fir Tree, and were so glad at the sight of him.One of the youngest ran and tore off the goldenstar. Kinara : Story Sharing "Only look what is still on the ugly oldChristmas tree!" said he, trampling on thebranches, so that they all cracked beneath his feet. And the Tree beheld all the beauty of theflowers, and the freshness in the garden; he beheld 91
    • himself, and wished he had remained in his darkcorner in the loft; he thought of his first youth inthe wood, of the merry Christmas-eve, and of thelittle Mice who had listened with so much pleasureto the story of Humpy-Dumpy. "Tis over -- tis past!" said the poor Tree."Had I but rejoiced when I had reason to do so!But now tis past, tis past!" And the gardenersboy chopped the Tree into small pieces; there wasa whole heap lying there. The wood flamed upsplendidly under the large brewing copper, and itsighed so deeply! Each sigh was like a shot. The boys played about in the court, and theyoungest wore the gold star on his breast whichthe Tree had had on the happiest evening of hislife. However, that was over now -- the Treegone, the story at an end. All, all was over -- Kinara : Story Sharingevery tale must end at last. 92
    • The Little Match-SellerIt was terribly cold and nearly dark on the lastevening of the old year, and the snow was fallingfast. In the cold and the darkness, a poor littlegirl, with bare head and naked feet, roamedthrough the streets. It is true she had on a pairof slippers when she left home, but they were notof much use. They were very large, so large;indeed, that they had belonged to her mother andthe poor little creature had lost them in runningacross the street to avoid two carriages that wererolling along at a terrible rate. One of the slippersshe could not find, and a boy seized upon theother and ran away with it, saying that he coulduse it as a cradle, when he had children of his own.So the little girl went on with her little naked Kinara : Story Sharingfeet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried a number ofmatches, and had a bundle of them in her hands.No one had bought anything of her the whole day, 93
    • nor had any one given here even a penny. Shiveringwith cold and hunger, she crept along; poor littlechild, she looked the picture of misery. Thesnowflakes fell on her long, fair hair, which hung incurls on her shoulders, but she regarded them not. Lights were shining from every window, andthere was a savory smell of roast goose, for it wasNew-years eve - yes, she remembered that. In acorner, between twohouses, one of whichprojected beyond theother, she sank downand huddled herselftogether. She haddrawn her little feetunder her, but shecould not keep off the Kinara : Story Sharingcold; and she dared notgo home, for she hadsold no matches, andcould not take home even a penny of money. 94
    • Her father would certainly beat her; besides, it wasalmost as cold at home as here, for they had onlythe roof to cover them, through which the windhowled, although the largest holes had beenstopped up with straw and rags. Her little hands were almost frozen with thecold. Ah! Perhaps a burning match might be somegood, if she could draw it from the bundle andstrike it against the wall, just to warm her fingers. She drew one out - "scratch!" how itsputtered as it burnt! It gave a warm, brightlight, like a little candle, as she held her hand overit. It was really a wonderful light. It seemed tothe little girl that she was sitting by a large ironstove, with polished brass feet and a brassornament. How the fire burned! and seemed sobeautifully warm that the child stretched out her Kinara : Story Sharingfeet as if to warm them, when, lo! the flame ofthe match went out, the stove vanished, and shehad only the remains of the half-burnt match inher hand. 95
    • She rubbed another match on the wall. Itburst into a flame, and where its light fell uponthe wall it became as transparent as a veil, andshe could see into the room. The table was coveredwith a snowy white table-cloth,on which stood a splendid dinner service, and a steaming roast goose, stuffed with apples and dried plums. And what was still more wonderful, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled across the floor, with a knife and fork in its breast, to the little girl. Then the match wentout, and there remained nothing but the thick, Kinara : Story Sharingdamp, cold wall before her. She lighted another match, and then shefound herself sitting under a beautiful Christmas-tree. It was larger and more beautifully decorated 96
    • than the one which she had seen through the glassdoor at the rich merchants.Thousands of tapers were burning upon the greenbranches, and colored pictures, like those she hadseen in the show-windows, looked down upon it all. The little one stretched out her handtowards them, and the match went out. The Christmas lights rose higher and higher,till they looked to her like the stars in the sky.Then she saw a star fall,leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. "Some oneis dying," thought the little girl, for her oldgrandmother, the only one who had ever loved her,and who was now dead, had told her that when astar falls, a soul was going up to God. Kinara : Story Sharing She again rubbed a match on the wall, andthe light shone round her; in the brightness stoodher old grandmother, clear and shining, yet mildand loving in her appearance. 97
    • "Grandmother," cried the little one, "O takeme with you; I know you will go away when thematch burns out; you will vanish like the warmstove, the roast goose, and the large, gloriousChristmas-tree." And she made haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother there. And the matches glowed with a light that was brighter than the noon- Kinara : Story Sharing day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful. 98
    • She took the little girl in her arms, and they bothflew upwards in brightness and joy far above theearth, where there was neither cold nor hunger norpain, for they were with God. In the dawn of morning there lay the poorlittle one, with pale cheeks and smiling mouth,leaning against the wall; she had been frozen todeath on the last evening of the year; and theNew-years sun rose and shone upon a little corpse!The child still sat, in the stiffness of death,holding the matches in her hand, one bundle ofwhich was burnt. "She tried to warm herself," said some. No one imagined what beautiful things she hadseen, nor into what glory had she entered with hergrandmother, on New-years day. Kinara : Story Sharing 99
    • The Red ShoesOnce upon a time there was little girl, pretty anddainty. But in summer time she was obliged to gobarefooted because she was poor, and in winter shehad to wear large wooden shoes, so that her littleinstep grew quite red. In the middle of the village lived an oldshoemakers wife; she sat down and made, as wellas she could, a pair of little shoes out of some oldpieces of red cloth. They were clumsy, but shemeant well, for they were intended for the littlegirl, whose name was Karen. Karen received the shoes and wore them forthe first time on the day of her mothers funeral. Kinara : Story SharingThey were certainly not suitable for mourning; butshe had no others, and so she put her bare feetinto them and walked behind the humble coffin. 10 0
    • Just then a large old carriage came by, and init sat an old lady; she looked at the little girl, andtaking pity on her, said to the clergyman,"Look here, if you will give me the little girl, I willtake care of her." Karen believed that this was all on account ofthe red shoes, but the old lady thought themhideous, and so they were burnt. Karen herself wasdressed very neatly and cleanly; she was taught toread and to sew, and people said that she waspretty. But the mirror told her, "You are morethan pretty - you are beautiful." One day the Queen was travelling throughthat part of the country, and had her littledaughter, who was a princess, with her. All thepeople, amongst them Karen too, streamed Kinara : Story Sharingtowards the castle, where the little princess, infine white clothes, stood before the window andallowed herself to be stared at. She wore neither atrain nor a golden crown, but beautiful redmorocco shoes; 10 1
    • they were indeed much finer than those which theshoemakers wife had sewn for little Karen. Thereis really nothing in the world that can be comparedto red shoes!Karen was now old enough to be confirmed; shereceived some new clothes, and she was also tohave some new shoes. The rich shoemaker in the town took the measure of her little foot in his own room, in which there stood great glass cases full of pretty shoes and whiteslippers. It all looked very lovely, but the old ladycould not see very well, and therefore did not get Kinara : Story Sharingmuch pleasure out of it. Amongst the shoes stooda pair of red ones, like those which the princesshad worn. How beautiful they were! and theshoemaker said that they had been made for a 10 2
    • counts daughter, but that they had not fittedher. "I suppose they are of shiny leather?" askedthe old lady. "They shine so." "Yes, they do shine," said Karen. They fittedher, and were bought. But the old lady knewnothing of their being red, for she would neverhave allowed Karen to be confirmed in red shoes,as she was now to be. Everybody looked at her feet, and the wholeof the way from the church door to the choir itseemed to her as if even the ancient figures on themonuments, in their stiff collars and long blackrobes, had their eyes fixed on her red shoes. It wasonly of these that she thought when theclergyman laid his hand upon her head and spoke of Kinara : Story Sharingthe holy baptism, of the covenant with God, andtold her that she was now to be a grown-upChristian. The organ pealed forth solemnly, and thesweet childrens voices mingled with that of theirold leader; but Karen thought only of her red 10 3
    • shoes. In the afternoon the old lady heard fromeverybody that Karen had worn red shoes.She said that it was a shocking thing to do, thatit was very improper, and that Karen was alwaysto go to church in future in black shoes, even ifthey were old. On the following Sunday there wasCommunion. Karen looked first at the black shoes,then at the red ones - looked at the red onesagain, and put them on. The sun was shining gloriously, so Karen andthe old lady went along the footpath through thecorn, where it was rather dusty. At the church door stood an old crippledsoldier leaning on a crutch; he had a wonderfully Kinara : Story Sharinglong beard, more red than white, and he boweddown to the ground and asked the old ladywhether he might wipe her shoes. Then Karen putout her little foot too. 10 4
    • "Dear me, what pretty dancing-shoes!" saidthe soldier. "Sit fast, when you dance," said he,addressing the shoes, and slapping the soles withhis hand. The old lady gave the soldier some money andthen went with Karen into the church. And all the people inside looked at Karens redshoes, and all the figures gazed at them; whenKaren knelt before the altar and put the goldengoblet to her mouth, she thought only of the redshoes. It seemed to her as though they were swimmingabout in the goblet, and she forgot to sing thepsalm, forgot to say the "Lords Prayer." Now everyone came out of church, and the Kinara : Story Sharingold lady stepped into her carriage. But just asKaren was lifting up her foot to get in too, theold soldier said: "Dear me, what pretty dancingshoes!" and Karen could not help it, she wasobliged to dance a few steps; and when she had 10 5
    • once begun, her legs continued to dance. It seemedas if the shoes had got power over them. She danced round the church corner, for shecould not stop; the coachman had to run after herand seize her. He lifted her into the carriage, buther feet continued to dance, so that she kickedthe good old lady violently. At last they took offher shoes, and her legs were at rest. At home the shoes were put into thecupboard, but Karen could not help looking atthem. Now the old lady fell ill, and it was saidthat she would not rise from her bed again. Shehad to be nursed and waited upon, and this was noones duty more than Karens. But there was agrand ball in the town, and Karen was invited. She Kinara : Story Sharinglooked at the red shoes, saying to herself thatthere was no sin in doing that; she put the redshoes on, thinking there was no harm in thateither; and then she went to the ball; andcommenced to dance. 10 6
    • But when she wanted to go to the right, theshoes danced to the left, and when she wanted todance up the room, the shoes danced down theroom, down the stairs through the street, and outthrough the gates of the town. She danced, andwas obliged to dance, far out into the dark wood.Suddenly something shone up among the trees, andshe believed it was the moon, for it was a face.But it was the old soldier with the red beard; hesat there nodding his head and said: "Dear me,what pretty dancing shoes!" She was frightened, and wanted to throw thered shoes away; but they stuck fast. She tore offher stockings, but the shoes had grown fast to herfeet. She danced and was obliged to go on dancingover field and meadow, in rain and sunshine, bynight and by day - but by night it was most Kinara : Story Sharinghorrible. She danced out into the open churchyard; butthe dead there did not dance. They had somethingbetter to do than that. 10 7
    • She wanted to sit down on the paupersgrave where the bitter fern grows; but for herthere was neither peace nor rest. And as shedanced past the open church door she saw an angelthere in long white robes, with wings reaching fromhis shoulders down to the earth; his face was sternand grave, and in his hand he held a broad shiningsword. "Dance you shall," said he, "dance in your redshoes till you are pale and cold, till your skinshrivels up and you are a skeleton! Dance you shall,from door to door, and where proud and wickedchildren live you shall knock, so that they may hearyou and fear you! Dance you shall, dance!" "Mercy!" cried Karen. But she did not hearwhat the angel answered, for the shoes carried her Kinara : Story Sharingthrough the gate into the fields, along highwaysand byways, and unceasingly she had to dance. One morning she danced past a door that sheknew well; they were singing a psalm inside, and acoffin was being carried out covered with flowers. 10 8
    • Then she knew that she was forsaken by every oneand damned by the angel of God. She danced, and was obliged to go on dancingthrough the dark night. The shoes bore her awayover thorns and stumps till she was all torn andbleeding; she danced away over the heath to alonely little house. Here, she knew, lived theexecutioner; and she tapped with her finger at the window and said: "Come out, come out! I cannot come in, for I must Kinara : Story Sharing dance." Andthe executioner said: "I dont suppose you knowwho I am. I strike off the heads of the wicked,and I notice that my axe is tingling to do so." 10 9
    • "Dont cut off my head!" said Karen, "forthen I could not repent of my sin. But cut off myfeet with the red shoes." And then she confessed all her sin, and theexecutioner struck off her feet with the red shoes;but the shoes danced away with the little feetacross the field into the deep forest. And he carved her a pair of wooden feet andsome crutches, and taught her a psalm which isalways sung by sinners; she kissed the hand thatguided the axe, and went away over the heath. "Now, I have suffered enough for the redshoes," she said; "I will go to church, so thatpeople can see me.” And she went quickly up to the church-door; Kinara : Story Sharingbut when she came there, the red shoes weredancing before her, and she was frightened, andturned back. During the whole week she was sadand wept many bitter tears, but when Sundaycame again she said: "Now I have suffered and 11striven enough. 0
    • I believe I am quite as good as many of thosewho sit in church and give themselves airs." And soshe went boldly on; but she had not got fartherthan the churchyard gate when she saw the redshoes dancing along before her. Then she becameterrified, and turned back and repented rightheartily of her sin. She went to the parsonage, and begged thatshe might be taken into service there. She wouldbe industrious, she said, and do everything thatshe could; she did not mind about the wages aslong as she had a roof over her, and was with goodpeople. The pastors wife had pity on her, and tookher into service.And she was industrious and thoughtful. She satquiet and listened when the pastor read aloud from Kinara : Story Sharingthe Bible in the evening. All the children liked her very much, but whenthey spoke about dress and grandeur and beautyshe would shake her head. 11 1
    • On the following Sunday they all went tochurch, and she was asked whether she wished togo too; but, with tears in her eyes, she lookedsadly at her crutches. And then the others wentto hear Gods Word, but she went alone into her little room; this was only large enough to hold the bed and a chair. Here she sat down with her hymn-book, and as she was reading it with a pious Kinara : Story Sharing mind, thewind carried the notes of the organ over to herfrom the church, and in tears she lifted up herface and said: "O God! Help me!" 11 2
    • Then the sun shone so brightly, and rightbefore her stood an angel of God in white robes; itwas the same one whom she had seen that nightat the church-door.He no longer carried the sharp sword, but abeautiful green branch, full of roses; with this hetouched the ceiling, which rose up very high, andwhere he had touched it there shone a golden star.He touched the walls, which opened wide apart,and she saw the organ which was pealing forth; shesaw the pictures of the old pastors and theirwives, and the congregation sitting in the polishedchairs and singing from their hymn-books. Thechurch itself had come to the poor girl in hernarrow room, or the room had gone to the church. She sat in the pew with the rest of the Kinara : Story Sharingpastors household, and when they had finished thehymn and looked up, they nodded and said, "It wasright of you to come, Karen." "It was mercy," said she. 11 3
    • The organ played and the childrens voices inthe choir sounded soft and lovely. The bright warmsunshine streamed through the window into thepew where Karen sat, and her heart became sofilled with it, so filled with peace and joy, that itbroke. Her soul flew on the sunbeams to Heaven,and no one was there who asked after the RedShoes. The End Kinara : Story Sharing November 30, 2011 11 4