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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.

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.

"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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Da chefen for Forsvarets Efterretningstjeneste, Lars Findsen, i december 2021 landede i Københavns Lufthavn, blev han anholdt og fængslet for landsskadelig virksomhed. Det var kulminationen på en historisk efterretningsskandale, der går hele vejen til toppen af regeringen, og som også førte til sigtelsen mod tidligere forsvarsminister Claus Hjort Frederiksen. En helt igennem usædvanlig og udansk sag. Men i virkeligheden begyndte den ti år tidligere, længe før Mette Frederiksen blev statsminister.

"The Bell" (1845): In the narrow streets of a large town people often heard in the evening, when the sun was setting, and his last rays gave a golden tint to the chimney-pots, a strange noise which resembled the sound of a church bell; it only lasted an instant, for it was lost in the continual roar of traffic and hum of voices which rose from the town. "The evening bell is ringing," people used to say; "the sun is setting!".

Frank og Frands er barndomsvenner, opvokset i generationen efter krigen i et arbejderkvarter på Amager, hvor fodbold udgjorde en central del af deres drengeverden. Begge rives løs fra det oprindelige miljø: Arbejdersønnen Frank bliver professionel fodboldspiller i udlandet, Frands studerende, veteran fra 68 og aktiv på den nye venstrefløj. Da deres veje krydses igen i 1970’ernes sidste år, får det dramatiske følger. Bagefter prøver Frands fortvivlet at udrede alle de tråde, der løber sammen i mødet. Hans selvransagende beretning handler selvfølgelig meget om fodbold og dens betydning for mænd.

Vellerup Tidende Podcast, er en podcast om livet og fælleskabet i Vellerup Sommerby og har som sådan nok også mest indhold og interesse for Grundejerne i Sommerbyen - men du skal være meget velkommen til at lytte med alligevel. Podcasten udgives og produceres af Hans Greve Brandenborg, som er sommerhusejer i Vellerup Sommerby.

Welcome Night Hunters! TLNVS is the first podcast dedicated to you... Jason and Hans have many years of experience and use that knowledge and expertise to bring you the most informative Night Vision and Thermal Optic reviews in the night hunting market. You'll also hear topical content specifically about Wild Hog, Predator Hunting, Emergency Preparedness, and all of this will be filled with humor and bad jokes sprinkled throughout. If you're here to learn or be entertained, either way we welcome you... The Late Night Vision Show is where the Night Hunting industry comes to break news!

7 Gute-Nacht-Geschichten mit der perfekten Einschlafdauer. Kann Ihr Kind nicht einschlafen? Die besten Einschlafgeschichten sowie die zauberhafte Stimme von Sebastian Lohse machen dieses Hörbuch zum idealen abendlichen Begleiter. Die Märchen eignen sich wunderbar als Ergänzung zum abendlichen Einschlafritual. Sie schenken Gelassenheit, positive Energie und sorgen für einen erholsamen Schlaf. Eine entspannende Reise ins Land der Träume. Das Hörbuch mit Einschlafgarantie.

Retrouvez dans cette compilation les titres suivants: Les sept matriochkas. Le vaillant petit tailleur.

Was geschieht, wenn zwei skrupellose Politiker zu Verbündeten werden? Die Welt im Jahr 2025: Donald Trump ist erneut amerikanischer Präsident und schließt mit Wladimir Putin einen geheimen Pakt: Auf einem Gipfel in Kairo tritt Trump Europa an den russischen Präsidenten ab, holt seine außerhalb Amerikas stationierten Truppen heim und verlässt die NATO. Putin lässt dem Amerikaner dafür freie Hand bei seinem Kampf gegen China.

O tinteiro tinha tanto orgulho de si! Alguém que estava visitando um poeta fez um elogio, dizendo que coisas maravilhosas poderiam sair de um tinteiro. Porém, será que o tinteiro sozinho faz todos os belos poemas? A pena não concordou.