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In the German country of Württemberg, where the beautiful acacia trees bloom beside the highways, and the apple and pear trees bend down in autumn under the weight of their ripe blessings, there lies the little town of Marbach. It belongs to the class of quite unimportant towns, but it is located in a beautiful spot near the Neckar, the river that flows swiftly past towns and green vineyards and old knights' castles, to join its waters with those of the proud Rhine.

There is nobody in the world who knows so many stories as Ole-Luk-Oie, or who can relate them so nicely. In the evening, while the children are seated at the table or in their little chairs, he comes up the stairs very softly, for he walks in his socks, then he opens the doors without the slightest noise, and throws a small quantity of very fine dust in their eyes, just enough to prevent them from keeping them open, and so they do not see him.

Have you ever heard the story of the old Street Lamp? It's really not very amusing, but you might listen to it for once. - It was such an honest lamp, which had done its duty for many, many years and which was now going to be discarded. It was the last evening it hung on its post and gave light to the street beneath it. The Lamp felt like an old ballet dancer who is performing for the last time and who knows that tomorrow she will be in a cold garret.

Now I'm going to tell you a story that I heard when I was a little fellow and that I like better and better the more I think of it. For it's the same with stories as with many people; the older they grow, the nicer they grow, and that is delightful.

The storks tell many, many stories to their young ones, all about the bogs and marshes. In general each story is suited to the age and sense of the little storks. While the youngest ones are satisfied with, "Kribble-krabble, plurry-murry," and think it a very fine story, the older ones demand something with more sense to it, or at least something about the family.

I am a poor lad, and live in one of the narrowest of lanes; but I have plenty of light: my room is high up in the house, and there is a good prospect over the roofs of the opposite houses. During the first few days I lived in the town, I felt very lonely and low-spirited. Instead of the forest and the green hills of the country, I had nothing but black chimney-pots on the horizon of my view. And then I had not a single friend, nor one familiar face to greet me.

Somewhere in the street stood an old old house; it was almost three hundred years old, as you could tell from the date cut into the great beam. Tulips and hopbines and also whole verses of poetry were carved into the wood as people used to do in those days, and over every window a mocking face was cut into the beam. The second story hung way out over the ground floor, and right under the eaves was a leaden spout with a dragon's head. Rain water was supposed to run out of the dragon's mouth, but it came from his belly instead, for there was a hole in it.

In the city of Florence, not far from the Piazza del Granduca, there is a little cross street which I think is called Porta Rossa. In front of a sort of market in this street, where vegetables are sold, stands an artificial but beautifully fashioned metal pig. A fountain of fresh clear water gushes out of the animal's mouth. Age has turned it dark green; only its snout shines as if it had been polished, and so it has by the many hundreds of children and poor people who take hold of it with their hands when they put their mouths to its mouth to drink the water.

The Neighbouring Families: One would certainly think that something quite unusual had happened in the duckpond to cause such a commotion, but nothing really had happened.

In a poet's study, somebody made a remark as he looked at the inkstand that was standing on the table: "It's strange what can come out of that inkstand! I wonder what the next thing will be. Yes, it's strange!"

The Emperor of China is a Chinaman, as you most likely know, and everyone around him is a Chinaman too. It's been a great many years since this story happened in China, but that's all the more reason for telling it before it gets forgotten.

There were so many toys in the nursery. On the top of the cabinet stood the penny bank, made of clay in the shape of a little pig. Of course, he had a slit in his back, which had been enlarged with a knife so that silver dollars also could be put in; and two such dollars had been slipped into the box, along with a great number of pennies. The Money Pig was stuffed so full he could no longer rattle, which is the highest honor a Money Pig can attain. There he stood, high up on the shelf, looking down on everything else in the room.

This is a story of the sand dunes of Jutland, but it doesn't begin there; no, it begins far away to the south, in Spain. The ocean is the highway between the two countries. So now let your thoughts journey to Spain!

In The Nightingale, Hans Christian Andersen weaves a timeless fable of authenticity, beauty, and redemption. Set in an enchanted vision of imperial China, the story follows a humble nightingale whose song captivates the hearts of all who hear it—even the mighty emperor himself. When an ornate artificial bird replaces the real one at court, the soul-stirring power of nature is cast aside in favor of predictable perfection. But when illness and death come for the emperor, only the return of the living nightingale's song can offer healing and hope.

Rosemarie Fendel erzählt zarte, philosophisch weise eher unbekanntere Werke von Hans Christian Andersen. Mit ihrem wunderbaren Staunen in der Stimme liest sie sechs Märchen des dänischen Schriftstellers, denen eines gemeinsam ist:. Sie spiegeln Freude, Sehnsucht, Trauer und Glück wider. aber auch stolze Schönheit, stille Bescheidenheit und stetige Vergänglichkeit…. "Die schönste Rose der Welt“ ist eine Hommage an die Liebe.

What happens when an evil queen envies a princess for her beauty? How does the poor son of a farmer become the killer of giants? And what price is too high for a mermaid to become a human?

Get ready for a calming start to bedtime with a collection of ten classic animal stories from the worlds most loved authors including; E. Nesbit, Beatrix Potter and Hans Christian Andersen. Bedtime should be a magical experience for the whole family which is why this collection of calming animal stories will have you and your kids making special memories as they drift off to a relaxing slumber.

Get your kids settled for long car journeys with this collection of 25 entertaining animal stories. These calming stories will keep the whole family occupied and stop any whining whilst you are trying to drive. Perfect for families to listen to in the car, in the airport, on the train or on the way to your next family adventure!

Em uma cidade onde o misterioso som de um sino ressoa todos os dias, dois garotos seguem caminhos distintos em uma floresta mágica, guiados pelo desejo de desvendar o segredo por trás desse chamado encantador. Cada passo os leva a incríveis descobertas e aprendizados sobre coragem, amizade e o poder dos sonhos. Confira este incrível episódio de Histórias Fantásticas e de Mistério do Vovô Edgar, produzido pela NarraKids! Este conto é inspirado em uma encantadora história escrita por Hans Christian Andersen e foi adaptado para o público infantil com uma narrativa leve e mágica.

Get ready for the Easter holidays with a collection of entertaining short stories which will keep your little ones entertained during the day and send them off to a deep sleep at night. Easter holidays will never be the same allowing you to have some Quiet Time, and get the holiday you need as well. Don’t miss out! Press play and let the magical adventures begin now!