The Flax
The Flax The flax was in full bloom. It had such pretty blue blossoms, as soft as the wings of a moth, and even more delicate. And the sun shone…
Twenty-ninth Evening
Twenty-ninth Evening "I'll give you another picture from Sweden," said the Moon. "Between dark pine forests, near the dreary banks of Lake Roxen, is…
The Elder-Tree Mother
The Elder-Tree Mother Once there was a little boy who went out and got his feet wet and caught cold. Nobody could understand how it had happened,…
The Dryad
The Dryad We're going to Paris to see the exposition! Now we're there! It was a speedy journey, done completely without witchcraft - we went by…
The Money Pig
The Money Pig There were so many toys in the nursery. On the top of the cabinet stood the penny bank, made of clay in the shape of a little pig. Of…
Twenty-sixth Evening
Twenty-sixth Evening "It was yesterday morning at dawn" - these are the Moon's own words - "and I was looking at the chimneys of a large city, from…
At the Uttermost Parts of the Sea
At the Uttermost Parts of the Sea A couple of large ships were sent up toward the North Pole, to discover the boundaries of land and sea and how far…
The Snowdrop
The Snowdrop It was wintertime; the air was cold, the wind sharp, but indoors all was snug and well. Indoors lay the flower; it lay in its bulb,…
In the Children’s Room
In the Children's Room Father and mother and all the brothers and sisters had gone to the theater; only little Anna and her grandfather were left at…
The Buckwheat
The Buckwheat When after a thunderstorm you pass by a field in which buckwheat is growing, you will very often notice that the buckwheat appears…
Peiter, Peter, and Peer
Peiter, Peter, and Peer It is unbelievable all that children know nowadays; one can scarcely say what they don't know. They no longer believe the…
The Poor Woman and the Little Canary Bird
The Poor Woman and the Little Canary Bird There was a miserably poor woman. She was very sad, for she had nothing to eat, and her husband was dead…
Seventh Evening
Seventh Evening "A fresh and fragrant grove of oaks and beeches, visited by a hundred nightingales with each return of spring, stretched along the…
“Beautiful”
"Beautiful" Alfred the sculptor - yes, you know him, don't you? We all know him; he was awarded the gold medal, traveled to Italy, and came home…
A Story from the Sand Dunes
A Story from the Sand Dunes This is a story of the sand dunes of Jutland, but it doesn't begin there; no, it begins far away to the south, in Spain.…
