Hans Christian Andersen

On the hill there stood a windmill stately to look at and very proud of itself. "But I'm not proud at all," it said, "though I'm much enlightened, outside and inside. On the outside I have the sun and moon, and for inward use, too; and I also have wax candles, oil lamps, and tallow candles. Yes,...

Um velho homem chamado Kribble-Krabble observou uma gota d'água em uma poça na vala através de uma lupa. Quando as coisas não saiam conforme ele esperava, ele usava bruxaria e foi exatamente isso o que aconteceu aqui....

Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, which have been translated into more than 125 languages, have become culturally embedded in the West's collective consciousness. Readily accessible by children, they present lessons of virtue and resilience in the face of adversity....

Ariel é uma jovem sereia curiosa. Ela gosta de explorar navios naufragados, nadar até a superfície e aprender tudo o que pode sobre o mundo por cima do...

Au soir du nouvel an, une pauvre petite fille, transie de froid sous la neige, essaye de vendre des allumettes... Publié la première fois en...

This Children’s Short Story Collection contains many short stories great for kids of all ages....

A wonderful collection of classic children's tales told with humor and heartfelt charm....

Esta é a história de um colarinho falso que, quando tinha idade para se casar, conheceu uma liga tímida durante a lavagem. Então, ele saiu em uma missão para conquistá-la, que não ocorreu sem dificuldades....

No topo de um penhasco com vista para o mar, havia um carvalho com 365 anos de idade. Era uma era inimaginável para as efeméridas, pequenas criaturas que viviam apenas um dia....

Verstoßen vom eigenen Nest und von allen Tieren verspottet, irrt das kleine, graue Entlein einsam von Teich zu Teich und stolpert von einer Demütigung in die nächste. Doch mit tapferem Herzen und unerschütterlicher Sehnsucht nach Zugehörigkeit trotzt es Kälte, Hunger und Spott – bis ein Wunder ...

It was in the latter part of January, and a heavy snowfall was driving down. It whirled through the streets and the lanes, and the outsides of the windowpanes seemed plastered with snow. It fell down in masses from the roofs of the houses. A sudden panic seized the people. They ran, they flew,...

Near the shores of the great Belt, which is one of the straits that connect the Cattegat with the Baltic, stands an old mansion with thick red walls. I know every stone of it," says the Wind. "I saw it when it was part of the castle of Marck Stig on the promontory.

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.

Once upon a time, there was a proud and wicked prince who thought only about how he might conquer all the nations of the earth and make his name a terror to all mankind. He plunged forth with fire and sword; his soldiers trampled down the grain in the fields and put the torch to the peasant's...

Yes, in a thousand years people will fly on the wings of steam through the air, over the ocean! The young inhabitants of America will become visitors of old Europe. They will come over to see the monuments and the great cities, which will then be in ruins, just as we in our time make pilgrimages...

A top and a ball were lying together in a drawer among a lot of other toys. The top said to the ball, "Since we live in the same drawer, we ought to be sweethearts."

There were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers. They were all brothers, born of the same old tin spoon. They shouldered their muskets and looked straight ahead of them, splendid in their uniforms, all red and blue.

There is an old fairy tale: "The Thorny Road of Honor was trodden by a marksman named Bryde, to whom came great honor and dignity, but not until after manifold adversities and peril of life." More than one of us had heard that tale in childhood, and perhaps read it in later years, and thought...

Poor John was greatly troubled, because his father was very ill and could not recover. Except for these two, there was no one in their small room. The lamp on the table had almost burned out, for it was quite late at night.

There came a soldier marching down the high road-one, two! one, two! He had his knapsack on his back and his sword at his side as he came home from the wars. On the road he met a witch, an ugly old witch, a witch whose lower lip dangled right down on her chest.