Thumbelina

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Thumbelina was very contented. At night she slept under a rose petal in a polished walnut shell. By day she rowed herself across a bowl of water the woman had put out for her. The whole summer poor little Thumbelina lived alone in the great wood. She plaited a bed for herself of blades of grass, and hung it up under a clover-leaf, so that she was protected from the rain; she gathered honey from the flowers for food, and drank the dew on the leaves every morning. Thus the summer and autumn passed, but then came winter—the long, cold winter. All the birds who had sung so sweetly about her had flown away; the trees shed their leaves, the flowers died; the great clover-leaf under which she had lived curled up, and nothing remained of it but the withered stalk. She was terribly cold, for her clothes were ragged, and she herself was so small and thin. Poor little Thumbelina! she would surely be frozen to death. It began to snow, and every snow-flake that fell on her was to her as a whole shovelful thrown on one of us, for we are so big, and she was only an inch high. She wrapt herself round in a dead leaf, but it was torn in the middle and gave her no warmth; she was trembling with cold.

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Once, as she lay at night in her pretty bed, there came an old toad hopping through the window, in which one pane was broken. The toad was very ugly, big, and damp; it hopped right down on to the table, where Thumbelina lay sleeping under the red rose-leaf. I must say, Hans Christian creates very adorable lead characters. I have read his another story few months ago, named "The Little Match Girl". I also liked that story's protagonist. BUT he makes his protagonists to suffer so much. He strongly attaches us with his protagonists and afterwards he makes them to suffer, suffer and JUST suffer. Hardcover. Condition: As New. Clark, Emma Chichester (illustrator). 1st ed. 1st ed. US, 4to picture book, illustrated boards, a retelling of the Andersen classic with soft color paintings by Emma Chichester Clark. Fine in fine, unclipped dj. But then, this is a fairy story, with a fairytale ending. And the more stories I read by this author, with their ugly outcasts, their rejections, humiliations or disappointments, the more I realise that he was inventing fantasies to express his own troubles and deep desires. On she sailed past several towns, and the little birds sitting in the bushes saw her, and sang, ‘What a pretty little girl!’ The leaf floated farther and farther away; thus Thumbelina left her native land.Perhaps it was he who sang so prettily for me in the summer,” she thought. “How much pleasure he gave me, the dear, beautiful bird!”

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Classe, O., ed. (2000). Encyclopedia of Literary Translation into English; v.2. Chicago, IL: Fitzroy Dearborn Publishers. ISBN 1-884964-36-2. Thumbelina heard over and over again how handsome and rich the mouse's friend was, and eventually this friend dug a tunnel from their house to his. He was a mole. Thumbelina sailed past many towns, and the little birds in the bushes saw her and sang, “What a lovely little creature.” So the leaf swam away with her farther and farther, till it brought her to other lands. A graceful little white butterfly constantly fluttered round her and at last alighted on the leaf. He had only 14 years when he came to Copenhagen. He lived in an attic and worked a lot to make it. He even danced for a short time. When he was 17, he decided to go to school, so he sat in school with 12-years old. He even went to a university.Some little fishes saw her distress, and nibbled the stalk so that the waterlily pad could drift away. A passing butterfly too seemed very taken with the pretty little girl, and Thumbelina tied the butterfly to her sash, so that she could speed along the river faster. They floated along the river this way, until a stag beetle, also smitten by the pretty little girl, snatched Thumbelina away. He ignored the butterfly, who was still anchored to the leaf.