Fairy Tale - Hans Christian Andersen

              The Naughty Boy

   - A Fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen

The Naughty Boy

   A long time ago, there lived an old poet. The old poet was thoroughly kind. As he was sitting one evening in his room, then a horrible storm arose without any reason, and the rain streamed down from heaven. But the old poet sat warm and comfortable in his chimney-corner, where the fire was flame up and the roasting apple hissed.

   "Those who have not a roof over their heads will be wetted to the skin." , said the good old poet.

   "Oh let me in! Let me in! I am so cold, and I am so wet!" , exclaimed suddenly a child that stood crying at the door and knocking for entrance while the rain overflowed down, and the wind made all the windows rattle.

   "Poor thing!", said the old poet and he went to open the door. There stood a little boy, quite naked, and the water ran down from his long golden hair. The boy trembled with cold, and had he not come into a warm room he would most certainly have destroyed in the terrible storm.

   "Poor child!" said the old poet, as he took the boy by the hand. "Come in, come in, and I will soon restore you! You shall have wine and roasted apples, for you art verily a charming child!"

Fairy Tale Story - The Thief and his Master

   This fairy tale story is collected from the Brothers Grimm. Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm are known as the Brothers Grimm. This fairy tale is from the book named, Household Tale.  Translated by- Margaret Hunt, published from- London: George Bell, 1884

The Thief and his Master

    The Thief and his Master

- A fairy tale by - The Brothers Grimm

   Hans wished to put his son to learn a trade, so he went into the church and prayed to our Lord God to know which would be most advantageous for him. Then the priest got behind the altar, and said, "Thieving, thieving." On this Hans goes back to his son, and tells him he is to learn thieving, and that the Lord God had said so. So he goes with his son to seek a man who is familiar with thieving.

   They walk a long time and come into a great forest, where stands a little house and an old woman was there. Hans says, "Do you know of a man who is acquainted with thieving?"

   "You can learn that here quite well," says the woman, "my son is a master of it."

   So Hans speaks with the son, and asks if he knows thieving really well? The master-thief says, "I will teach him well. Come back when a year is over, and then if you recognize your son, I will take no payment at all for teaching him; but if you don't know him, you must give me two hundred thalers (currency)."

Fairy Tale - The Wonderful Musician

   This Fairy tale story is from Jacob Grimm and Wilhelm Grimm (The Brothers Grimm), Household Tales, translated by - Margaret Hunt (London: George Bell, 1884)

   The Wonderful Musician
Fairy tale by The Brothers Grimm

   Once there was a wonderful musician, who went quite alone through a forest. He thought of all manner of things, and when nothing was left for him to think about, he said to himself, "Time is beginning to pass heavily with me here in the forest, I will fetch here good companion for myself." 

   Then he took his violin from his back and played so that it echoed through the trees. It was not long before a wolf came running through the bush towards him. "Ah, here is a wolf coming! I have no desire for him!" said the musician.

   But the wolf came nearer and said to him, "Ah, dear musician, how beautifully you played the music! I should like to learn that, too."

   "It is soon learnt," the musician replied, "you have only to do all that I bid you." 

   "Oh, musician," said the wolf, "I will obey you as a scholar obeys his master." 

   The musician bade him follow, and when they had gone part of the way together, they came to an old oak-tree which was hollow inside, and cleft in the middle. 

   "Look," said the musician, "if you want learn to violin, put your fore paws into this crevice." The wolf obeyed, but the musician quickly picked up a stone and with one blow wedged his two paws so fast that he was forced to stay there like a prisoner. 

   "Stay there until I come back again," said the musician, and went his way. 

   After a while he again said to himself, "Time is beginning to pass heavily with me here in the forest, I will fetch here another companion," and took his violin and again played in the forest.

   It was not long before a fox came creeping through the trees towards him. "Ah, there is a fox coming! I have no desire for him.” said the musician.

   The fox came up to the musician and said, "Oh, dear musician, how beautifully you did play! I should like to learn that too." 

   "That is soon learnt," said the musician. "You have only to do everything that I bid you." 

   "Oh, musician," then said the fox, "I will obey you as a scholar obeys his master."

Fairy Tales - The Emperor's new clothes (part-2)

     The Emperor's new clothes - part 2

    A Fairy tale by - Hans Christian Andersen

   
  The whole city was talking of the wonderful cloth which the Emperor had ordered to be woven at his own expense.

   And now the Emperor himself wished to see the costly clothes, while it was still in the loom. Accompanied by a select number of officers of the court, among them were the two honest men, who had already admired the cloth, he went to the crafty frauds. The frauds, as soon as they were aware of the Emperor's approach, went on working more attentively than ever; although they still did not pass a single thread through the looms.
 

   "Is not the work absolutely magnificent?" said the two officers of the crown, already mentioned. "What a splendid design! What glorious colors!" and at the same time they pointed to the empty frames; for they imagined that everyone else could see this wonderful piece of fashion.

   "How is this? I can see nothing! This is indeed a terrible situation! Am I a mad, or am I unfit to be an Emperor? That would be the worst thing that could happen.”- said the Emperor to himself. “Oh! The cloth is charming," said the Emperor, loudly. 

   "It has my complete approval.", the Emperor smiled most decently, and looked closely at the empty looms; for on no account would he say that he could not see what two of the officers of his court had praised so much. All his followers now stressed their eyes, hoping to discover something on the looms, but they could see no more than the others. Yet they all exclaimed, "Oh, how beautiful!" and advised his majesty to have some new clothes made from this wonderful material, for the approaching procession. "Magnificent! Attractive! Excellent!" resounded on all sides; and everyone was unusually glad. The Emperor shared in the general satisfaction and presented the frauds with the ribbon of an order of knighthood, to be fixed in their button-holes, and the title of "Gentlemen Weavers."

Fairy Tale - The Emperor's new clothes (Part-1)

     The Emperor's new clothes - Part 1

    A Fairy tale by - Hans Christian Andersen

 

   
   Many years ago, there was an Emperor, who was so extremely fond of new clothes, that he spent all his money in dress. He did not trouble himself in the least about his soldiers; nor did he care to go either to the theater or the hunt, except for the opportunities then afforded him for displaying his new clothes. He had a different set of clothes for each hour of the day; and as of any other king or emperor. It was always said of him, "The Emperor is sitting in his clothes, when he sitting in the council."

   

   Time passed happily in the large town which was his capital, strangers arrived every day at the court. One day, two frauds, calling themselves weavers, made their appearance. They gave out that they knew how to weave stuffs of the most beautiful colors and sophisticated patterns, the clothes manufactured from which should have the wonderful property of remaining invisible to everyone who was unfit for the office he held, or who was extraordinarily simple in character.
 

   "These must, indeed, be wonderful clothes!" thought the Emperor. "Had I such a set of clothes, I might at once find out what men in my kingdoms are unfit for their office, and also be able to distinguish the wise from the foolish! This stuff must be woven for me immediately." The Emperor gave a huge amount of money to the weavers in order that they might begin their work directly.
 

   So the two pretended weavers set up two looms and affected to work very busily, though in reality they did nothing at all. They asked for the finest silk and the purest gold thread, put both into their own shoulder bags; and then continued their pretended work at the empty looms until late at night. 

   "I should like to know how the weavers are getting on with my cloth," said the Emperor to himself. After some little time had passed; he was rather embarrassed, when he remembered that a maniac or one unfit for his office would be unable to see the manufacture. To be sure, he thought he had nothing to risk in his own person; but yet, he would prefer sending somebody else, to bring him the idea about the weavers, and their work, before he troubled himself in the situation. All the people throughout the city had heard of the wonderful property the cloth was to own; and all were nervous to learn how wise, or how ignorant, their neighbors might prove to be.

Fairy Tale - The story if mother (part-2)

  The story of a mother – part 2

 A Fairy tale by - Hans Christian Andersen

   Then the mother came to a large lake, where there was neither a ship nor a boat. The lake was not frozen sufficiently to bear her; neither was it open, nor low enough that she could wade through it; and across it she must go if she would find her child! Then she lay down to drink up the lake, and that was impossible for a human being, but the afflicted mother thought that a miracle might happen still then.
   "Oh, what would I not give to come to my child!" said the weeping mother. She wept still more, and her eyes plunged down in the depths of the waters, and became two precious pearls. but the water bore her up, as if she sat in a swing, and she flew in the rocking waves to the shore on the opposite side, where there stood a mile-broad, strange house, one knew not if it were a mountain with forests and caverns, or if it were built up; but the poor mother could not see it; she had wept her eyes out.
   "Where shall I find the Death, who took away my little child?" said the mother.
   "He has not come here yet!" said the old serious woman, who was appointed to look after Death's great greenhouse. "How have you been able to find the way of this place? And who has helped you?"
   "OUR LORD has helped me," said the mother. "He is merciful, and you will also be so! Where shall I find my little child?"
   "No, I do not know and you cannot see!" said the woman, “Many flowers and trees have drooped this night; Death will soon come and plant them over again! You certainly know that every person has his or her life's tree or flower, just as everyone happens to be settled; they look like other plants, but they have pulsations of the heart. Children's hearts can also beat; go after yours, perhaps you may know your child's. But what will you give me if I tell you what you shall do more?"
   "I have nothing left to give you," said the afflicted mother, "but I will go to the world's end for you!"
   "No, I have nothing to do there!" said the old woman. "But you can give me your long black hair; you know yourself that it is fine, and that I like! You shall have my white hair instead of your long black hair!"

Fairy Tale - The story of a mother (part-1)

The story of a mother - part 1

  a fairy tale by - Hans Christian Anderson

    A mother sat there with her little child. She was so downcast, so afraid that it should die! It was so pale, the small eyes had closed themselves, and it drew its breath so softly, now and then, with a deep respiration, as if it sighed. The mother looked still more sorrowfully on the little creature.
   Then a knocking was heard at the door, and in came a poor old man wrapped up as in a large horse-cloth, for it warms one, and he needed it, as it was the cold winter season! Everything was covered with ice and snow outside, and the wind blew so that it cut the face.
   As the old man trembled with cold, and the little child slept a moment, the mother went and poured some ale into a pot and set it on the stove, that it might be warm for him; the old man sat and rocked the cradle, and the mother sat down on a chair close by him, and looked at her little sick child that drew its breath so deep, and raised its little hand.
   "Do you not think that I shall save him?" said the mother. "Our Lord will not take him from me!"
   And the old man-it was Death himself-he nodded so strangely, it could just as well indicate yes as no. And the mother looked down in her lap, and the tears ran down over her cheeks. Her head became so heavy-she had not closed her eyes for three days and nights. But now she slept only for a minute, when she started up and trembled with cold.
   "What is that?" said the mother and looked on all sides. But the old man was already gone, and her little child was gone-he had taken her child with him. The old clock in the corner burred, and burred, the great leaden heavy ran down to the floor, suddenly! Then the clock also stood still.
   But the poor mother ran out of the house and cried loudly for her child.

A Fairy tale story

    The real Princess

A Fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen

   There was once a Prince who wished to marry a Princess; but then she must be a real Princess. The Prince was traveled all over the world in hopes of finding such a lady. But there was always something wrong with him. Princesses he found in plenty; but whether they were real Princesses. It was impossible for him to decide, for now one thing, now another, seemed to him not quite right about the ladies. 
   At last he returned to his palace alone with quite depress, because he wished so much to have a real Princess as his wife.
   One evening a fearful thunderstorm arose, it thundered and lightened, and the rain poured down from the sky in torrents: besides, it was a very dark night. All at once there was heard a violent knocking at the door. The King, the Prince's father went out himself to open the door.
   It was a Princess who was standing outside the door. What with the rain and the wind. She was in a miserable condition; the water trickled down from her hair, and her clothes clung to her body. She said that, she was a real Princess.

What is Fairy Tales

    Fairy tales are a type of folk tales and almost always engage some elements of magic and a conquest over evil force. The fairy tale has its origin from the ancient times. A very significant literature type, fairy tales are present in all cultures and nations worldwide. A fairy tale is one type of story that typically features fantasy characters, such as fairies, evil spirits, witches, demons, giants, mermaids, talking animals, midgets, knights and heroes, and usually magic or fascinations.
    In every culture demons and witches were recognized as real elements in ancient times. In generally, a fairy tale is a story with fantasy and magic, along with few unbelievable characters and in the end, there will a happy ending. It is similar like folk tales, but it contains more fantasy and totally based on the imaginations. Fairy tales may merge into legends, where the description may be is grounded in a historical truth. Like legends or epics, they usually do not contain more than superficial references to religion and actual places, people, and events; they take place once upon a time rather than in actual times. Some times a fairy tale is constructed by the author’s imagination only; there is no historical ground for that.