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Fairy Tales is a collection of short stories written by Hans Christian Andersen and first published in 1835.
This is one of the jewels of children's literature, a series of stories that have transcended generations and endure to this day; stories that perfectly blend profound lessons with magic and fantasy, and have entertained and taught valuable lessons to readers around the world for many decades.
Discover dreamlike landscapes, enchanted castles, or mysterious forests inhabited by lovable characters who overcome challenges while learning life lessons.
These are not just adventures, but small reflections on humanity, kindness, and the value of being yourself.
The book contains 152 stories. Some of Hans Christian Andersen's most important or famous stories included in the collection are
"In the garden all the apple-trees were in blossom. They had hastened to bring forth flowers before they got green leaves, and in the yard all the ducklings walked up and down, and the cat too: it basked in the sun and licked the sunshine from its own paws."
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Hans Christian Andersen was a Danish author. Although a prolific writer of plays, travelogues, novels, and poems, he is best remembered for his fairy...
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If you looked down to the bottom of my soul, you would understand fully the source of my longing and – pity me. Even the open, transparent lake has its unknown depths, which no divers know.
Does all the beauty of the world stop when you die?" "No," said the Old Oak; "it will last much longer - longer than I can even think of." "Well, then," said the little May-fly, "we have the same time to live; only we reckon differently.
There was a proud Teapot, proud of being made of porcelain, proud of its long spout and its broad handle. It had something in front of it and behind it; the spout was in front, and the handle behind, and that was what it talked about. But it didn't mention its lid, for it was cracked and it was riveted and full of defects, and we don't talk about our defects - other people do that. The cups, the cream pitcher, the sugar bowl - in fact, the whole tea service - thought much more about the defects in the lid and talked more about it than about the sound handle and the distinguished spout. The Teapot knew this.
Just living is not enough," said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.