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The Bell (1845): In the narrow streets of a large town people often heard in the evening, when the sun was setting, and his last rays gave a golden tint to the chimney-pots, a strange noise which resembled the sound of a church bell; it only lasted an instant, for it was lost in the continual roar of traffic and hum of voices which rose from the town.

"The Little Match Girl" (Danish: Den Lille Pige med Svovlstikkerne, meaning "The little girl with the matchsticks") is a short story by Danish poet and author Hans Christian Andersen. The story, about a dying child's dreams and hope, was first published in 1845. It has been adapted to various media, including an animated short film, a television musical, and an animated virtual reality story called "Allumette". On a cold New Year's Eve, a poor, young girl tries to sell matches in the street.

"The Fir-Tree" (Danish: Grantræet) is a literary fairy tale by the Danish poet and author Hans Christian Andersen (1805-1875). The tale is about a fir tree so anxious to grow up, so anxious for greater things, that he cannot appreciate living in the moment. The tale was first published 21 December 1844 with "The Snow Queen", in Copenhagen, Denmark, by C.A. Reitzel. One scholar (Andersen biographer Jackie Wullschlager) indicates that "The Fir-Tree" was the first of Andersen's fairy tales to express a deep pessimism.

In the street, up there, was an old, a very old house-it was almost three hundred years old, for that might be known by reading the great beam on which the date of the year was carved: together with tulips and hop-binds there were whole verses spelled as in former times, and over every window was a distorted face cut out in the beam.

There was once a Prince who wished to marry a Princess; but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled all over the world in hopes of finding such a lady; but there was always something wrong. Princesses he found in plenty; but whether they were real Princesses it was impossible for him to decide, for now one thing, now another, seemed to him not quite right about the ladies. At last he returned to his palace quite cast down, because he wished so much to have a real Princess for his wife.

There was once a fine gentleman, all of whose moveables were a boot-jack and a hair-comb: but he had the finest false collars in the world; and it is about one of these collars that we are now to hear a story. - It was so old, that it began to think of marriage; and it happened that it came to be washed in company with a garter...

Ah! yes, that was little Tuk: in reality his name was not Tuk, but that was what he called himself before he could speak plain: he meant it for Charles, and it is all well enough if one does but know it. He had now to take care of his little sister Augusta, who was much younger than himself, and he was, besides, to learn his lesson at the same time; but these two things would not do together at all.

"The Emperor's New Clothes" (Danish: Kejserens nye Klæder) is a short tale written by Danish author Hans Christian Andersen, about two weavers who promise an emperor a new suit of clothes that they say is invisible to those who are unfit for their positions, stupid, or incompetent. When the emperor parades before his subjects in his new clothes, no one dares to say that they don't see any suit of clothes on him for fear that they will be seen as "unfit for their positions, stupid, or incompetent".

The Happy Family (1848): The largest green leaf in this country is certainly the burdock-leaf. If you hold it in front of you, it is large enough for an apron; and if you hold it over your head, it is almost as good as an umbrella, it is so wonderfully large. A burdock never grows alone; where it grows, there are many more, and it is a splendid sight; and all this splendor is good for snails.

Periquín vivía con su madre, que era viuda, en una cabaña del bosque. Como con el tiempo fue empeorando la situación familiar, la madre determinó mandar a Periquín a la ciudad, para que allí intentase vender la única vaca que poseían.

Every author has some peculiarity in his descriptions or in his style of writing. Those who do not like him, magnify it, shrug up their shoulders, and exclaim--there he is again! I, for my part, know very well how I can bring about this movement and this exclamation. It would happen immediately if I were to begin here, as I intended to do, with: "Rome has its Corso, Naples its Toledo" - "Ah! that Andersen; there he is again!" they would cry; yet I must, to please my fancy, continue quite quietly, and add: "But Copenhagen has its East Street.

"The Shadow" (Danish: Skyggen) is a fairy tale by Danish poet and author Hans Christian Andersen. The tale was first published in 1847. Once a learned man from the northern regions of Europe went on a voyage south. One night, he sat on his terrace, while the fire behind him cast his shadow on the opposite balcony. As he was sitting there, resting, the man was amused to observe how the shadow followed his every movement, as if he really did sit upon the opposing balcony.

"The Fir-Tree" is a literary fairy tale by the Danish poet and author Hans Christian Andersen (1805-1875). The tale is about a fir tree so anxious to grow up, so anxious for greater things, that he cannot appreciate living in the moment. The tale was first published 21 December 1844 with "The Snow Queen", in Copenhagen, Denmark, by C.A. Reitzel. One scholar (Andersen biographer Jackie Wullschlager) indicates that "The Fir-Tree" was the first of Andersen's fairy tales to express a deep pessimism.

Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales is an enchanting collection, retold by writer and critic Naomi Lewis, and contains twelve of Hans Christian Andersen's magnificent stories, including Thumbelina, a little girl no more than a thumb-joint high, The Emperor's New Clothes, the tale of a man who cares only for his appearance and The Little Mermaid, who longs to one day marry a human prince.

Wer das Unglaublichste tun würde, sollte die Prinzessin und das halbe Königreich haben. - Die jungen Leute, ja auch die alten, spannten alle ihre Gedanken, Sehnen und Muskeln an. Zwei aßen sich zu Tode und einer trank sich tot, um das Unglaublichste nach ihrem Geschmack zu tun. Aber nicht auf diese Weise sollte es getan werden. Kleine Straßenjungen übten sich darin, sich selbst auf den Rücken zu spucken; das sahen sie für das Unglaublichste an... Hans Christian Andersen wurde am 2. April 1805 in Odense (Dänemark) geboren.

"Es ist ja nur ein Lied für ganz kleine Kinder," versicherte Tante Mine; "ich kann mit dem besten Willen nichts daran finden." - Aber die kleine Amalie konnte es; sie war nur drei Jahre alt, spielte mit Puppen und erzog sie, damit sie so klug wie Tante Mine würden. - Ein Student kam ins Haus, der dem Bruder bei den Schularbeiten half. Er sprach sehr oft mit der kleinen Amalie und ihren Puppen, und sprach ganz anders als alle andern.

Unser Zimmer ist behaglich; die Balkontür steht nach einem großen Platz hin offen. Dort unten wohnt der Frühling; er ist nach Paris gefahren, mit uns zur selben Zeit eingetroffen. Er ist in der Gestalt eines großen, jungen Kastanienbaums mit eben entfalteten zarten Blättern gekommen. Vor allen Bäumen des Platzes prangt er in Frühlingsschönheit. Einer von ihnen ist bereits aus der Zahl der lebenden Bäume geschieden und liegt nun mit der ausgerissenen Wurzel der Länge nach auf der Erde.

Einst lagen an der Küste Seelands draußen vor der Holstenburg zwei waldbewachsene Inseln, Wanö und Glanö, mit Kirchdörfern und Höfen. Sie lagen nahe der Küste; sie lagen nahe beieinander; nun ist dort nur eine Insel. - Eines Nachts war ein furchtbares Unwetter; das Meer stieg, wie es seit Menschengedenken nicht gestiegen war; der Sturm nahm an Heftigkeit zu. Es war ein Wetter wie am jüngsten Tage; es krachte, als ob sich die Erde spaltete. Die Kirchenglocken wurden in Schwingung versetzt und läuteten ohne menschliche Hilfe...

Du erinnerst dich wohl des Turmwächters Ole! Ich habe von zwei Besuchen bei ihm erzählt; nun will ich von einem dritten erzählen; aber er ist nicht der letzte. - Gewöhnlich gehe ich am Neujahrstage zu ihm hinauf; nun diesmal war es am Ziehtag; denn dann ist es unten in den Straßen der Stadt nicht behaglich; sie sind derart mit Kehricht, Scherben und Gerümpel angefüllt - nicht zu reden von dem ausgedienten Bettstroh - daß man darin watet. Als ich so dahinging, sah ich, daß in diesem ausgeschütteten Füllhorn des Überflusses zwei Kinder spielten.

Wenn der Wind über das Gras dahinfährt, so kräuselt es sich wie ein stilles Gewässer, und fährt er über das Korn dahin, so wogt es wie ein Meer: das ist des Windes Tanz. Doch höre ihn erzählen: Laut singt er es heraus, und anders klingt es in den Bäumen des Waldes, anders in den Schalllöchern, Spalten und Rissen des Gemäuers.