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What happens when an evil queen envies a princess for her beauty? How does the poor son of a farmer become the killer of giants? And what price is too high for a mermaid to become a human?

En levende fortælling om et helt særligt kapitel af den dansk-grønlandske historie.I 1728-1731 søgte den danske konge, Frederik 4., at sætte skub i koloniseringen af Grønland med en stort anlagt ekspedition, der én gang for alle skulle sikre det danske riges dominans over det enorme land. Der skulle bygges nye kolonier for at få kontrol over den grønlandske befolkning, der skulle rejses et fort til skræk og advarsel for konkurrerende nationer, og en europæisk kolonibefolkning skulle grundlægges.

Step into a world of timeless magic and adventure with this charming collection of classic fairy tales! Featuring beloved stories from legendary storytellers like The Brothers Grimm, Hans Christian Andersen, Maud Lindsay, Edric Vredenburg, Andrew Lang, and Edith Howes, this collection of fairy tales brings together enchanting tales filled with wonder, wisdom, and imagination. From courageous heroes and clever princesses to magical creatures and faraway kingdoms, each story is beautifully told to captivate young listeners and spark their imagination.

Get your kids settled for long car journeys with this collection of 25 entertaining animal stories. These calming stories will keep the whole family occupied and stop any whining whilst you are trying to drive. Perfect for families to listen to in the car, in the airport, on the train or on the way to your next family adventure!

Get ready for a calming start to bedtime with a collection of ten classic animal stories from the worlds most loved authors including; E. Nesbit, Beatrix Potter and Hans Christian Andersen. Bedtime should be a magical experience for the whole family which is why this collection of calming animal stories will have you and your kids making special memories as they drift off to a relaxing slumber.

In the narrow streets of the big town, toward evening when the sun was setting and the clouds shone like gold on the chimney tops, people would hear a strange sound like that of a church bell. But they heard it only for a few moments before it was lost in the rumble of city carriages and the voices of the multitudes, for such noises are very distracting. "Now the evening bell is ringing," people used to say. "The sun is setting."

Anne Lisbeth's complexion was like peaches and cream; her eyes were bright, her teeth shiny white; she was young, gay, and beautiful to look upon; her steps were light and her mind was even lighter. What would come of all this? "That awful brat," people said about her baby; and indeed he wasn't pretty, so he was left with the ditchdigger's wife.

Up north in Jutland there is a place known as the wild moor. There is a convent there. Many years ago there was a ship stranded not too far off shore. Instead of helping, the bishop’s men went and stole and plundered and murdered. Those poor people were all left dead and bloody.

The Angel (Danish: Engelen) is a literary fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen. The tale was first published with three others in New Fairy Tales. First Volume. First Collection by C.A. Reitzel in November 1843. The four tales were received by the Danish critics with great acclaim. A child has died, and an angel is escorting him to Heaven. They wander over the earth for a while, visiting the child's favorite places. Along the way they gather flowers to transplant into the gardens of Heaven. The angel takes the child to a poverty-stricken area where a dead field lily lies in a trash heap.

There was once a sculptor, named Alfred, who having won the large gold medal and obtained a travelling scholarship, went to Italy, and then came back to his native land. He was young at that time-indeed, he is young still, although he is ten years older than he was then. On his return, he went to visit one of the little towns in the island of Zealand.

On the day that the emperor's horse received his golden horseshoes as a reward for his heroic deeds, the beetle who shared his stable was very jealous. The smith refused to make shoes for his little feet and the beetle's anger went up a notch. So, furious, he left the stable and set off to discover the world alone.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!" rings out from the Bell Deep in the Odense River. And what sort of river is that? Why, every child in Odense Town knows it well. It flows around the foot of the gardens, from the locks to the water mill, under the wooden bridges. Yellow water lilies grow in the river, and brown, featherlike reeds, and the black, velvety bulrushes, so high and so thick. Decayed old willow trees, bent and gnarled, hang far over the water beside the monks' marsh and the pale meadows; but a little above are the many gardens, each very different from the next.

All the apple trees in the garden were blooming. They had hastened to cover themselves with blossoms before their green leaves were fully unfolded. All the ducklings were in the farmyard, and so was the cat; it basked in the sun and tried to lick the sunshine from its own paws.

It was in the month of May. The wind still blew cold, but bushes and trees, field and meadow, all alike said the spring had come. There was store of flowers even in the wild hedges; and there spring carried on his affairs, and preached from a little apple tree, where one branch hung fresh and blooming, covered with delicate pink blossoms that were just ready to open.

It is wintertime, and the earth is covered with a layer of snow, as smooth as if it were marble cut from a mountain. The sky is high and clear, and the wind as sharp as an elfin-forged sword; the trees stand like white coral, or resemble blooming almond branches, and the air is as fresh as it is in the high Alps. The night is beautiful with streaming northern lights and countless twinkling stars.

Near the grass-covered rampart which encircles Copenhagen lies a great red house with many windows; in these grow balsams and plants of southernwood; the interior is sufficiently poverty-stricken; and poor and old are the people who inhabit it. The building is the Vartu Almshouse.

Kein Fest ohne Blumen! In seinem Märchen Die Blumen der kleinen Ida verdreht Hans Christian Andersen jedoch das Selbstverständliche und lässt die Blumen selber rauschende Feste feiern. Das bietet der kindlichen Fantasie ein herrliches Sprungbrett - und den wunderbar tröstlichen Gedanken, dass Blumen nur welken, weil sie nachts ausgelassen tanzen.

Eine Entenmutter brütet sechs Enten aus. Das siebte Ei ist jedoch größer, weshalb es länger dauert, bis das graue junge Entlein ausschlüpft. Der Nachzügler wirkt tollpatschig und unbeholfen und wird daher von den Tieren verspottet und drangsaliert. Es beschließt, davonzulaufen.

Era uma vez um imperador que só estava interessado em uma coisa: suas roupas. Ele gastava todo seu dinheiro com roupas e tinha uma combinação diferente para cada hora do dia e para todas as ocasiões. Um belo dia, dois ladrões chegaram à cidade se passando por tecelões que sabiam como fazer os tecidos mais lindos e sofisticados, que tinham a incrível propriedade de serem visíveis apenas para aqueles que faziam seu trabalho bem. Era a oferta perfeita para nosso rei, que imediatamente fez um pedido.

Havia uma casa antiga que estava tão destruída que envergonhava as outras casas da rua. Porém, o garotinho que morava do outro lado a adorava e amava olhar para ela dia e noite. Um dia, quando o garoto descobriu que o senhor que era dono da casa era totalmente sozinho, ele decidiu endireitar as coisas.