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The Modern Classics of Hans Christian Andersen [audio romana]

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Hans Christian Andersen - The wild swans (Lebedele)

Far away in the land to which the swallows fly when it is winter, dwelt a king who had eleven sons, and one daughter, named Eliza. The eleven brothers were princes, and each went to school with a star on his breast, and a sword by his side. They wrote with diamond pencils on gold slates, and learnt their lessons so quickly and read so easily that every one might know they were princes. Their sister Eliza sat on a little stool of plate-glass, and had a book full of pictures, which had cost as much as half a kingdom. Oh, these children were indeed happy, but it was not to remain so always. Their father, who was king of the country, married a very wicked queen, who did not love the poor children at all. They knew this from the very first day after the wedding. In the palace there were great festivities, and the children played at receiving company; but instead of having, as usual, all the cakes and apples that were left, she gave them some sand in a tea-cup, and told them to pretend it was cake. The week after, she sent little Eliza into the country to a peasant and his wife, and then she told the king so many untrue things about the young princes, that he gave himself no more trouble respecting them.

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Hans Christian Andersen - The little mermaid (Mica sirena)

Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could fathom it: many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects. We must not imagine that there is nothing at the bottom of the sea but bare yellow sand. No, indeed; the most singular flowers and plants grow there; the leaves and stems of which are so pliant, that the slightest agitation of the water causes them to stir as if they had life. Fishes, both large and small, glide between the branches, as birds fly among the trees here upon land. In the deepest spot of all, stands the castle of the Sea King. Its walls are built of coral, and the long, gothic windows are of the clearest amber. The roof is formed of shells, that open and close as the water flows over them. Their appearance is very beautiful, for in each lies a glittering pearl, which would be fit for the diadem of a queen.

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Hans Christian Andersen - The snowman (Omul de zapada)

It is so delightfully cold,” said the Snow Man, “that it makes my whole body crackle. This is just the kind of wind to blow life into one. How that great red thing up there is staring at me!” He meant the sun, who was just setting. “It shall not make me wink. I shall manage to keep the pieces.”
He had two triangular pieces of tile in his head, instead of eyes; his mouth was made of an old broken rake, and was, of course, furnished with teeth. He had been brought into existence amidst the joyous shouts of boys, the jingling of sleigh-bells, and the slashing of whips. The sun went down, and the full moon rose, large, round, and clear, shining in the deep blue.

Hans Christian Andersen - The jumper (Greierele)

The Flea, the Grasshopper, and the Skipjack1 once wanted to see which of them could jump highest; and they invited the whole world, and whoever else would come, to see the grand sight. And there the three famous jumpers were met together in the room.
“Yes, I’ll give my daughter to him who jumps highest,” said the King, “for it would be mean to let these people jump for nothing.”
The Flea stepped out first. He had very pretty manners, and bowed in all directions, for he had young ladies’ blood in his veins, and was accustomed to consort only with human beings; and that was of great consequence.
Then came the Grasshopper: he was certainly much heavier, but he had a good figure, and wore the green uniform that was born with him. This person, moreover, maintained that he belonged to a very old family in the land of Egypt, and that he was highly esteemed there. He had just come from the field, he said, and had been put into a card house three stories high, and all made of picture cards with the figures turned inwards. There were doors and windows in the house, cut in the body of the Queen of Hearts.

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Hans Christian Andersen - The swineherd (Porcarul)

Once upon a time lived a poor prince; his kingdom was very small, but it was large enough to enable him to marry, and marry he would. It was rather bold of him that he went and asked the emperor’s daughter: “Will you marry me?” but he ventured to do so, for his name was known far and wide, and there were hundreds of princesses who would have gladly accepted him, but would she do so? Now we shall see.
On the grave of the prince’s father grew a rose-tree, the most beautiful of its kind. It bloomed only once in five years, and then it had only one single rose upon it, but what a rose! It had such a sweet scent that one instantly forgot all sorrow and grief when one smelt it. He had also a nightingale, which could sing as if every sweet melody was in its throat. This rose and the nightingale he wished to give to the princess; and therefore both were put into big silver cases and sent to her.

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Hans Christian Andersen - The Nightingale (Privighetoarea)

In China, you know, the emperor is a Chinese, and all those about him are Chinamen also. The story I am going to tell you happened a great many years ago, so it is well to hear it now before it is forgotten. The emperor’s palace was the most beautiful in the world. It was built entirely of porcelain, and very costly, but so delicate and brittle that whoever touched it was obliged to be careful. In the garden could be seen the most singular flowers, with pretty silver bells tied to them, which tinkled so that every one who passed could not help noticing the flowers. Indeed, everything in the emperor’s garden was remarkable, and it extended so far that the gardener himself did not know where it ended. Those who travelled beyond its limits knew that there was a noble forest, with lofty trees, sloping down to the deep blue sea, and the great ships sailed under the shadow of its branches. In one of these trees lived a nightingale, who sang so beautifully that even the poor fishermen, who had so many other things to do, would stop and listen. Sometimes, when they went at night to spread their nets, they would hear her sing, and say, “Oh, is not that beautiful?” But when they returned to their fishing, they forgot the bird until the next night. Then they would hear it again, and exclaim “Oh, how beautiful is the nightingale’s song!”

Acum mult timp, in China traia un imparat al carui palat era cel mai frumos din lume, fiind construit in intregime din portelan delicat. In jurul palatului erau splendide gradini imense, pline cu plante si flori rare. In spatele acestor gradini, o padure mare de pini strajuia drumul pana la mare. In aceasta padure de pini traia o micuta privighetoare.
Privighetoarea canta atat de frumos incat, oricine o auzea cantand nu mai putea sa uite vrodata cantecul ei.
Pescarii sarmani care-si aruncau plasele in mare toata ziua, se opreau din munca lor cand auzeau privighetoarea cantand. "Ce frumos canta!" ziceau ei, uitand de problemele lor si ascultand muzica dulce.
Calatori multi veneau din tari indepartate sa vada regatul imparatului, ei admirau delicatul palat de portelan si gradinile minunate, dar cand auzeau cantecul privighetorii, toti spuneau: "Acesta e cel mai frumos din toate frumusetile de aici!"

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Hans Christian Andersen - The professor and the flea (Profesorul si puricele)

There was once an aëronaut with whom things went badly; the balloon burst, tumbled the man out, and broke into bits. His boy he had two minutes before sent down with a parachute,—that was the boy’s luck; he was unhurt and went about with knowledge enough to make him an aëronaut too, but he had no balloon and no means of acquiring one.
But live he must, and so he applied himself to the art of legerdemain and to talking in his stomach; in fact he became a ventriloquist, as they say. He was young, good-looking, and when he got a moustache and had his best clothes on, he could be taken for a nobleman’s son. The ladies seemed to think well of him; one young lady even was so taken with his charms and his great dexterity that she went off with him to foreign parts. There he called himself Professor—he could scarcely do less.
His constant thought was how to get himself a balloon and go up into the air with his little wife, but as yet they had no means.

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Hans Christian Andersen - The ugly duckling (Ratusca cea urata)

It was lovely summer weather in the country, and the golden corn, the green oats, and the haystacks piled up in the meadows looked beautiful. The stork walking about on his long red legs chattered in the Egyptian language, which he had learnt from his mother. The corn-fields and meadows were surrounded by large forests, in the midst of which were deep pools. It was, indeed, delightful to walk about in the country. In a sunny spot stood a pleasant old farm-house close by a deep river, and from the house down to the water side grew great burdock leaves, so high, that under the tallest of them a little child could stand upright. The spot was as wild as the centre of a thick wood. In this snug retreat sat a duck on her nest, watching for her young brood to hatch; she was beginning to get tired of her task, for the little ones were a long time coming out of their shells, and she seldom had any visitors. The other ducks liked much better to swim about in the river than to climb the slippery banks, and sit under a burdock leaf, to have a gossip with her. At length one shell cracked, and then another, and from each egg came a living creature that lifted its head and cried, “Peep, peep.” “Quack, quack,” said the mother, and then they all quacked as well as they could, and looked about them on every side at the large green leaves. Their mother allowed them to look as much as they liked, because green is good for the eyes. “How large the world is,” said the young ducks, when they found how much more room they now had than while they were inside the egg-shell. “Do you imagine this is the whole world?” asked the mother; “Wait till you have seen the garden; it stretches far beyond that to the parson’s field, but I have never ventured to such a distance. Are you all out?” she continued, rising; “No, I declare, the largest egg lies there still. I wonder how long this is to last, I am quite tired of it;” and she seated herself again on the nest.

Ce frumos era la tara! Era in mijlocul verii; graul isi legana spicele-i galbene, ovazul era inca verde, si prin livezi fanul era asezat in capite mirositoare; barza se plimba de colo-colo cu lungile-i picioare rosii, vorbind in limba egipteana, limba pe care o invatase de la mama ei. in jurul campiilor si livezilor se ridicau paduri mari, inlauntrul carora erau lacuri adanci. Da, cu adevarat, era nespus de frumes la tara! Razele soarelui se revarsau asupra unui castel vechi imprejmuit cu santuri adanci; foi mari de lipan se inclinau de pe ziduri deasupra apei; si erau asa de late, meat copiii se puteau ascunde sub ele; acolo te gaseai intr-o singuratate ca in adancul unei paduri. Intr-o astfel de ascunzatoare isi facuse cuibul o rata, si isi clocea ouale; era foarte nerabdatoare sa-si vada puii. Nimeni nu venea pe la ea sa-i faca vizita, pentru ca celorlalte rate le placea mai mult sa inoate de-a lungul santurilor, decat sa vina sa bleotocareasca sub frunzele de lipan cu dansa.

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Hans Christian Andersen - The hardy tin soldier (Soldatelul de plumb)

There were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers; they were all brothers, for they had all been born of one old tin spoon. They shouldered their muskets, and looked straight before
them; their uniform was red and blue, and very splendid. The first thing they had heard in the world, when the lid was taken off their box, had been the words "Tin soldiers!" These words were uttered by a little boy, clapping his hands: the soldiers had been given to him, for it was his birthday; and now he put them upon the table. Each soldier was exactly like the rest; but one of them had been cast last of all, and there had not been enough tin to finish him; but he
stood as firmly upon his one leg as the others on their two; and it was just this Soldier who became remarkable.
On the table on which they had been placed stood many other playthings, but the toy that attracted most attention was a neat castle of cardboard. Through the little windows one could see straight into the hall. Before the castle some little trees were placed round a little looking-glass, which was to represent a clear lake. Waxen swans swam on this lake, and were mirrored in it. This was all very pretty; but the prettiest of all was a little lady, who stood at the open door of the castle; she was also cut out in paper, but she had a dress of the clearest gauze, and a little narrow blue ribbon over her shoulders, that looked like a scarf; and in the middle of this ribbon was a shining tinsel rose as big as her whole face. The little lady
stretched out both her arms, for she was a dancer; and then she lifted one leg so high that the Tin Soldier could not see it at all, and thought that, like himself, she had but one leg.

Au fost odata douazecisicinci de soldati de plumb, cu totii frati, pentru ca fusesera cu totii turnati din aceeasi veche lingura de plumb. Ei tineau arma la umar, privind drept inainte si erau imbracati intr-o minunata uniforma de culoare rosie-albastra. Primele cuvinte pe care le-au auzit pe lumea aceasta, dupa ce s-a ridicat capacul cutiei in care erau asezati, au fost: "Soldati de plumb!" Aceste cuvinte le-a rostit un baietel, care, vazandu-i, batea din palme de bucurie. El ii primise in dar de ziua lui, iar acum ii asezase pe o masa in ordine de batalie.
Tofi soldatii semanau intre ei pana in cele mai mici amanunte, afara de unul singur: acesta nu avea decat un singur picior, fiindca fusese turnat cel din urma, iar plumbul nu mai ajunsese. Cu toate acestea, statea intr-un singur picior cum stateau ceilalti pe doua si, dintre toti, tocmai el urma sa aiba o soarta deosebita, datorita unei imprejurari ce merita a fi povestita.
Pe masa pe care au fost insirati soldatii de plumb se aflau multe alte jucarii, dar cea mai minunata dintre toate era un castel de carton, prin ferestrele caruia puteai zari, in interior, salile frumos mobilate.
In fata castelului se inaltau cativa copacei, asezati langa o oglinda de cristal care trebuia sa tina loc de lac si pe care pluteau cateva lebede de ceara. Toate acestea erau pline de farmec, dar si mai fermecatoare era o fetita care statea in poarta larg deschisa a castelului. Fetita fusese croita tot din carton, dar era imbracata cu o rochie din matasea cea mai fina si, o panglica ingusta, din matase albastra, ii inconjura gatul, iar pe umeri purta o esarfa roz; parul li era impodobit cu o stea stralucitoare. Plina de gratie, isi ridica mainile spre cer si, pentru ca era dansatoare, isi inaltase si un picior, dar il tinea atat de sus incat soldatul de plumb nu-l vedea, ceea ce-l facu sa-si inchipuie ca nici fetita nu are decat un singur picior.
- Cred ca fata aceasta mi se potriveste de sotie, se gandi el. Dar e prea de neam mare pentru mine. Isi duce viata intr-un castel, pe cata vreme eu nu am ca adapost decat o cutie pe care mai trebuie sa o impart cu alti douazecisipatru de soldati; cutia aceasta, daca ma insor, nu poate fi o locuinta pentru ea! Totusi, vreau sa incerc sa o cunosc!

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Hans Christian Andersen - The bottleneck (Sticluta)

Close to the corner of a street, among other abodes of poverty, stood an exceedingly tall, narrow house, which had been so knocked about by time that it seemed out of joint in every direction. This house was inhabited by poor people, but the deepest poverty was apparent in the garret lodging in the gable. In front of the little window, an old bent bird-cage hung in the sunshine, which had not even a proper water-glass, but instead of it the broken neck of a bottle, turned upside down, and a cork stuck in to make it hold the water with which it was filled. An old maid stood at the window; she had hung chickweed over the cage, and the little linnet which it contained hopped from perch to perch and sang and twittered merrily.
“Yes, it’s all very well for you to sing,” said the bottle neck: that is, he did not really speak the words as we do, for the neck of a bottle cannot speak; but he thought them to himself in his own mind, just as people sometimes talk quietly to themselves.
“Yes, you may sing very well, you have all your limbs uninjured; you should feel what it is like to lose your body, and only have a neck and a mouth left, with a cork stuck in it, as I have: you wouldn’t sing then, I know. After all, it is just as well that there are some who can be happy. I have no reason to sing, nor could I sing now if I were ever so happy; but when I was a whole bottle, and they rubbed me with a cork, didn’t I sing then? I used to be called a complete lark. I remember when I went out to a picnic with the furrier’s family, on the day his daughter was betrothed,—it seems as if it only happened yesterday. I have gone through a great deal in my time, when I come to recollect: I have been in the fire and in the water, I have been deep in the earth, and have mounted higher in the air than most other people, and now I am swinging here, outside a bird-cage, in the air and the sunshine. Oh, indeed, it would be worth while to hear my history; but I do not speak it aloud, for a good reason—because I cannot.”

Era o stradă îngustă şi întortocheată, cu case mici, urâte şi dărăpănate. Dar, dintre toate, una singură, cea mai înaltă, era atât de veche şi de şubredă încât îţi venea să crezi că, dintr-o clipă într-alta, avea să se dărâme. Cine putea să locuiască pe-o astfel de stradă, decât lumea nevoiaşă? Dar sărăcia se dovedea în acest loc cu atât mai necruţătoare cu cât, în faţa odăii de la mansardă, era atârnată o colivie veche în care se afla un canar de toată frumuseţea. Stăpânul n-avusese pesemne la îndemână un păhăruţ din care să-i dea canarului să bea apă şi pusese în loc un gât de sticlă, întors cu fundul în sus şi astupat în partea de jos cu un dop. Dar bietului canar puţin îi păsa de urâţenia coliviei lui. Sărea sprinten de pe o stinghie pe alta şi ciripea cu toată voioşia, mai ales atunci când stăpâna lui, o fată bătrână, îi aducea un pumn de verdeaţă.

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Hans Christian Andersen - It's quite true (Totul e adevarat)

"It's a dreadful story!" said a hen, and she said it in a part of town, too, where it had not taken place. "It's a dreadful story to happen in a henhouse. I'm afraid to sleep alone tonight; it's a good thing there are many of us on the perch!" And then she told a story that made the feathers of the other hens stand on end and the rooster's comb fall. It's quite true!
But we will begin at the beginning and tell what had happened in a henhouse at the other end of town.
The sun went down, and the hens flew up. One of them was a white-feathered and short-limbed hen who laid her eggs according to the regulations and who was a respectable hen in every way. As she settled herself on the perch, she plucked herself with her beak, and a tiny feather came out.

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