The Tree of Hans Christian Andersen
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There, in the forest, there was a nice tree . He was well placed, it was sunny and the air around him grew larger comrades, pines and firs. But he was so eager to grow that he perceived no sun or fresh air, not even the children of peasants who spent chatting when they were picking strawberries or raspberries.
"Oh! if I was tall like the others, "sighed the little fir, I would spread my branches and my top look the wide world. The birds building their nests on my boughs, and when the wind would, I could swing gracefully as do those who surround me. "The sun
caused him no pleasure, nor birds, nor the red clouds which morning and evening, sailed in the sky above his head.
In winter, when snow glittering lay white, it often happened that a hare leaping, jumping over the little tree - oh! it was annoying! But two winters passed, when the third arrived, the tree was large enough that the hare was obliged to go around. Oh! push, push, grow big and old, it was there, he thought, the only joy in the world.
In autumn the woodcutters came and felled some of the tallest trees. This happened every year and the young fir, which had reached a good size, trembled with fear as these magnificent trees fell to earth in a roar of crackles.
Where were they? What would become of them?
In spring, when came the swallow and the stork, the fir asked them
- Do you know where they were taken? Have you encountered?
Swallows knew nothing, but the stork seemed to think, nodded and said:
- Yes, I think I know, I met many new ships in all flew from Egypt, on these vessels there were great masters-masters, I dare say that it was they, they felt the tree.
- Oh! if I was big enough to fly over the sea! How exactly is the sea? What's it like there?
- Uh! it's hard to explain, "said Stork.
And she left.
- Rejoice in your youth, "said the sun, rejoice in thy fresh, young life is in you.
The wind kissed the tree, the dew watered it with tears, but he does not understand.
When it was Christmas time, many young trees were cut down, often not even the size or age of our tree, which, without truce or rest, always wanted to go. These young trees were always the nicest, they retained their branches, these, and were also laid on wagons and drawn by horses out of the forest.
"Oh! if I was tall like the others, "sighed the little fir, I would spread my branches and my top look the wide world. The birds building their nests on my boughs, and when the wind would, I could swing gracefully as do those who surround me. "The sun
caused him no pleasure, nor birds, nor the red clouds which morning and evening, sailed in the sky above his head.
In winter, when snow glittering lay white, it often happened that a hare leaping, jumping over the little tree - oh! it was annoying! But two winters passed, when the third arrived, the tree was large enough that the hare was obliged to go around. Oh! push, push, grow big and old, it was there, he thought, the only joy in the world.
In autumn the woodcutters came and felled some of the tallest trees. This happened every year and the young fir, which had reached a good size, trembled with fear as these magnificent trees fell to earth in a roar of crackles.
Where were they? What would become of them?
In spring, when came the swallow and the stork, the fir asked them
- Do you know where they were taken? Have you encountered?
Swallows knew nothing, but the stork seemed to think, nodded and said:
- Yes, I think I know, I met many new ships in all flew from Egypt, on these vessels there were great masters-masters, I dare say that it was they, they felt the tree.
- Oh! if I was big enough to fly over the sea! How exactly is the sea? What's it like there?
- Uh! it's hard to explain, "said Stork.
And she left.
- Rejoice in your youth, "said the sun, rejoice in thy fresh, young life is in you.
The wind kissed the tree, the dew watered it with tears, but he does not understand.
When it was Christmas time, many young trees were cut down, often not even the size or age of our tree, which, without truce or rest, always wanted to go. These young trees were always the nicest, they retained their branches, these, and were also laid on wagons and drawn by horses out of the forest.
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