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Une princesse gourmande, devenue meilleure cuisinière du royaume, écoute comme elle cuisine : avec art et délectation. Mais quand son père décide de la marier, la surnommée " Rebondie " met les prétendants au défi d'écouter davantage qu'elle. Princes, seigneurs, chevaliers, nobles, marchands, valets... Tous échouent. La mayonnaise prendra-t-elle avec Petit Jean, le dernier des prétendants ?

In The Nightingale, Hans Christian Andersen weaves a timeless fable of authenticity, beauty, and redemption. Set in an enchanted vision of imperial China, the story follows a humble nightingale whose song captivates the hearts of all who hear it—even the mighty emperor himself. When an ornate artificial bird replaces the real one at court, the soul-stirring power of nature is cast aside in favor of predictable perfection. But when illness and death come for the emperor, only the return of the living nightingale's song can offer healing and hope.

Rosemarie Fendel erzählt zarte, philosophisch weise eher unbekanntere Werke von Hans Christian Andersen. Mit ihrem wunderbaren Staunen in der Stimme liest sie sechs Märchen des dänischen Schriftstellers, denen eines gemeinsam ist:. Sie spiegeln Freude, Sehnsucht, Trauer und Glück wider. aber auch stolze Schönheit, stille Bescheidenheit und stetige Vergänglichkeit…. "Die schönste Rose der Welt“ ist eine Hommage an die Liebe.

4 Classic Children’s Stories features four engaging stories that will entice the imaginations of children of all ages! Includes the all-time classics Beauty and the Beast, The Velveteen Rabbit, The Wild Swans, and My Father’s Dragon, all magically brought to life by Noelle Dupuis.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

Es gibt niemanden in der ganzen Welt, der so viele Geschichten weiß, wie Ole Luk-Oie. Der kann gehörig erzählen: So gegen Abend hin, wenn die Kinder noch so nett am Tisch oder auf ihrem Schemel sitzen, kommt Ole Luk-Oie. Er kommt sachte die Treppe herauf, denn er geht auf Socken; er macht ganz leise die Türe auf und husch! da spritzt er den Kindern süße Milch in die Augen hinein, und das so fein, so fein, aber doch immer genug, dass sie die Augen nicht aufhalten und ihn deshalb auch nicht sehen können.

Hören sie das? Wie es ihn kleidet? Wie allerliebst dem Kaiser die Kleider stehen? Hören Sie genau hin! Können Sie die leuchtenden Farben und zauberhaften Muster erkennen, die den Kaiser so gut kleiden? Keine Sorge, falls nicht – da sind Sie nicht allein! Denn in dieser Erzählung ist das Unsichtbare das neue "Must-Have" der kaiserlichen Garderobe. Dank der großartigen Stimmen bekannter Schauspielerinnen und Sängerinnen können Sie mit diesem Hörbuch tief in die Geschichte eintauchen und die komischen Höhen und Tiefen unserer stolzen, aber wohl auch sehr eitlen Hauptfigur erleben.

Andersens Märchen über Freundschaft, Mut und Liebe ist ein Klassiker, der Generationen von Lesern inspiriert hat. Brigitte Carlsen erweckt in diesem Hörbuch die Geschichte zum Leben und ermöglicht es ihren Hörerinnen, an der Seite Gerdas mitzufiebern, die ihren Freund Kay aus den Fängen der Schneekönigin zu retten versucht.