What the Moon Saw: and Other Tales

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Hans Christian Andersen. What the Moon Saw: and Other Tales

PREFACE

WHAT THE MOON SAW

INTRODUCTION

First Evening

Second Evening

Third Evening

Fourth Evening

Fifth Evening

Sixth Evening

Seventh Evening

Eighth Evening

Ninth Evening

Tenth Evening

Eleventh Evening

Twelfth Evening

Thirteenth Evening

Fourteenth Evening

Fifteenth Evening

Sixteenth Evening

Seventeenth Evening

Eighteenth Evening

Nineteenth Evening

Twentieth Evening

Twenty-first Evening

Twenty-second Evening

Twenty-third Evening

Twenty-fourth Evening

Twenty-fifth Evening

Twenty-sixth Evening

Twenty-seventh Evening

Twenty-eighth Evening

Twenty-ninth Evening

Thirtieth Evening

Thirty-first Evening

Thirty-second Evening

THE STORY OF THE YEAR

SHE WAS GOOD FOR NOTHING

"THERE IS A DIFFERENCE."

EVERYTHING IN ITS RIGHT PLACE

THE GOBLIN AND THE HUCKSTER

IN A THOUSAND YEARS

THE BOND OF FRIENDSHIP

JACK THE DULLARD

SOMETHING

UNDER THE WILLOW TREE

THE BEETLE

WHAT THE OLD MAN DOES IS ALWAYS RIGHT

THE WIND TELLS ABOUT WALDEMAR DAA AND HIS DAUGHTERS

IB AND CHRISTINE

OLE THE TOWER-KEEPER

First Visit

Second Visit

Third Visit

THE BOTTLE-NECK

GOOD HUMOUR

A LEAF FROM THE SKY

THE DUMB BOOK

THE JEWISH GIRL

THE THORNY ROAD OF HONOUR

THE OLD GRAVESTONE

THE OLD BACHELOR'S NIGHTCAP

THE MARSH KING'S DAUGHTER

THE LAST DREAM OF THE OLD OAK TREE

THE BELL-DEEP

THE PUPPET SHOWMAN

THE PIGS

ANNE LISBETH

CHARMING

IN THE DUCK-YARD

THE GIRL WHO TROD ON THE LOAF

A STORY FROM THE SAND-DUNES

THE BISHOP OF BÖRGLUM AND HIS WARRIORS

THE SNOW MAN

TWO MAIDENS

THE FARMYARD COCK AND THE WEATHERCOCK

THE PEN AND INKSTAND

THE CHILD IN THE GRAVE

SOUP ON A SAUSAGE-PEG

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II

III

IV

V

THE STONE OF THE WISE MEN

THE BUTTERFLY

IN THE UTTERMOST PARTS OF THE SEA

THE PHŒNIX BIRD

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It is a strange thing, that when I feel most fervently and most deeply, my hands and my tongue seem alike tied, so that I cannot rightly describe or accurately portray the thoughts that are rising within me; and yet I am a painter: my eye tells me as much as that, and all my friends who have seen my sketches and fancies say the same.

I am a poor lad, and live in one of the narrowest of lanes; but I do not want for light, as my room is high up in the house, with an extensive prospect over the neighbouring roofs. During the first few days I went to live in the town, I felt low-spirited and solitary enough. Instead of the forest and the green hills of former days, I had here only a forest of chimney-pots to look out upon. And then I had not a single friend; not one familiar face greeted me.

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"It was an old withered stem. It had been sawn off at the top, and a stork had built his nest upon it; and he stood in this nest clapping with his beak. A little boy came and stood by the girl's side: they were brother and sister.

"'What are you looking at?' he asked.

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