askedthesparrows,"forweshallhavebettertimesthen,andabetterrule.theoldtimesareworthnothing."

andinquietthoughtoldwinterlookedattheleaflessforest,wherethegracefulformandbendsofeachtreeandbranchcouldbeseen;andwhilewinterslept,icymistscamefromtheclouds,andtherulerdreamtofhisyouthfuldaysandofhismanhood,andinthemorningdawnthewholeforestglitteredwithhoarfrost,whichthesunshookfromthebranches,-andthiswasthesummerdreamofwinter.

"whenwillspringcome?"askedthesparrows."spring!"againtheechosoundedfromthehillsonwhichthesnowlay.thesunshinebecamewarmer,thesnowmelted,andthebirdstwittered,"springiscoming!"andhighintheairflewthefirststork,andthesecondfollowed;alovelychildsatonthebackofeach,andtheysankdownontheopenfield,kissedtheearth,andkissedthequietoldman;and,asthemistfromthemountaintop,hevanishedawayanddisappeared.andthestoryoftheyearwasfinished.

"thisisallveryfine,nodoubt,"saidthesparrows,"anditisverybeautiful;butitisnotaccordingtothecalendar,therefore,itmustbeallwrong."

theend.

1872

fairytalesofhanschristianandersen

thesunbeamandthecaptive

byhanschristianandersen

itisautumn.westandontheramparts,andlookoutoverthelookatthenumerousships,andattheswedishcoastontheoppositesideofthesound,risingfarabovethesurfaceofthewaterswhichmirrortheglowoftheeveningsky.behindusthewoodissharplydefined;mightytreessurroundus,andtheyellowleavesflutterdownfromthebranches.below,atthefootofthewall,standsagloomylookingbuildingenclosedinpalisades.thespacebetweenisdarkandnarrow,butstillmoredismalmustitbebehindtheirongratingsinthewallwhichcoverthenarrowloopholesorwindows,forinthesedungeonsthemostdepravedofthecriminalsarerayofthesettingsunshootsintothebarecellsofoneofthecaptives,forgod'ssunshinesupontheevilandthegood.thehardenedcriminalcastsanimpatientlookatthebrightray.thenalittlebirdfliestowardsthegrating,forbirdstwittertothejustaswellastotheunjust.heonlycries,"tweet,tweet,"andthenpercheshimselfnearthegrating,fluttershiswings,pecksafeatherfromoneofthem,puffshimselfout,andsetshisfeathersonendroundhisbreastandthroat.thebad,chainedmanlooksathim,andamoregentleexpressioncomesintohishardface.inhisbreastthererisesathoughtwhichhehimselfcannotrightlyanalyze,butthethoughthassomeconnectionwiththesunbeam,withthebird,andwiththescentofviolets,whichgrowluxuriantlyinspringatthefootofthewall.thentherecomesthesoundofthehunter'shorn,merryandfull.thelittlebirdstarts,andfliesaway,thesunbeamgraduallyvanishes,andagainthereisdarknessintheroomandintheheartofthatbadman.stillthesunhasshoneintothatheart,andthetwitteringofthebirdhastouchedit.

soundon,yegloriousstrainsofthehunter'shorn;continueyourstirringtones,fortheeveningismild,andthesurfaceofthesea,heavingslowlyandcalmly,issmoothasamirror.

theend.

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1872

fairytalesofhanschristianandersen

theswan'snest

byhanschristianandersen

betweenthebalticandthenorthseathereliesanoldswan'snest,whereinswansarebornandhavebeenbornthatshallneverdie.

inoldentimesaflockofswansflewoverthealpstothegreenplainsaroundmilan,whereitwasdelightfultodwell.thisflightofswansmencalledthelombards.

anotherflock,withshiningplumageandhonesteyes,soaredsouthwardtobyzantium;theswansestablishedthemselvesthereclosebytheemperor'sthrone,andspreadtheirwingsoverhimasshieldstoprotecthim.theyreceivedthenameofvarangians.

onthecoastoffrancetheresoundedacryoffear,fortheblood-stainedswansthatcamefromthenorthwithfireundertheirwings;andthepeopleprayed,"heavendeliverusfromthewildnorthmen."

onthefreshswardofenglandstoodthedanishswanbytheopenseashore,withthecrownofthreekingdomsonhishead;andhestretchedouthisgoldensceptreovertheland.theheathensonthepomeriancoastbenttheknee,andthedanishswanscamewiththebannerofthecrossandwiththedrawnsword.

"thatwasintheveryoldtimes,"yousay.

inlaterdaystwomightyswanshavebeenseentoflyfromthenest.alightshonefarthroughtheair,faroverthelandsoftheearth;theswan,withthestrongbeatingofhiswings,scatteredthetwilightmists,andthestarryskywasseen,anditwasasifitcamenearertotheearth.thatwastheswantychobrahe.

"yes,then,"yousay;"butinourowndays?"