’Let’s pretend there’s a way of getting through into it, somehow. Let’s pretend the glass has got all soft like gauze, so that we can get through. Why, it’s turning into a sort of mist now, I declare! It’ll be easy enough to get through—’
Alice
Category: Livres
Little Muck
Gayly he wandered, the whole day, for he had set out to seek his fortune: if he saw upon the ground a potsherd shining in the sunlight, he took care to pick it up, in the belief that he could change it into a diamond of the first water; if he saw in the distance the cupola of a Mosque sparkling like fire, or the sea glittering like a mirror, he would hasten up, fully persuaded that he had arrived at fairy-land. But ah! these phantoms vanished as he approached, and too soon fatigue, and his stomach gnawed by hunger, convinced him that he was still in the land of mortals.
Wilhelm Hauff
Gerda’s garden
“What! are there no roses here?” cried Gerda, and she ran out into the garden and examined all the beds, and searched and searched.
There was not one to be found. Then she sat down and wept, and her tears fell just on the place where one of the rose trees had sunk down.
The Snow Queen
La serenata
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o’er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
La fée
(…) and then an old, old woman came out of the house;
she was leaning upon a big, hooked stick,
and she wore a big sun hat,
which was covered with beautiful painted flowers.
Hans Christian Andersen
Marseille. Le Petit Chaperon Rouge
–Je vais voir ma mère-grand, et lui porter une galette avec un pot de beurre, que ma mère lui envoie.
–Demeure-t-elle bien loin? lui dit le Loup.
–Oh! oui, lui dit le Petit Chaperon Rouge; c’est par delà. le moulin que vous voyez tout là-bas, là-bas, à la première maison du village.
–Eh bien, dit le Loup, je veux l’aller voir aussi; je m’y en vais par ce chemin-ci et toi par ce chemin-là, et nous verrons à qui plus tôt y sera.
Le Cabinet des Fées
L’age de raison
C’aurait été fameux de se balader rue Pigalle, au clair de lune, en sifflant un petit air.
Jean-Paul Sartre
Raindrops
rain
drops
drip
down
all
day
long.
drip down,
slip down,
splashing out their song.
thunder-crashing
splishing
splashing,
slipping,
dripping,
raining down
their rainy
raindrop
song.
Helen H. Moore
At the old house
I there inquired for a wise and intelligent man, at the same time giving the landlord to understand that I would like to have one tolerably conversant with magic. He conducted me to an unsightly house in a remote street, knocked thereat, and one let me in with the injunction that I should ask only for Muley.
In the house, came to me a little old man with grizzled beard and a long nose, to demand my business. I told him I was in search of the wise Muley (…)
The History of the Spectre Ship
Wilhelm Hauff
The party
“I talked a bit about you, and this girl was standing around listening.
When you said an unattractive Ophelia it clicked somehow. I thought,
“now who does that remind me of?’ And then it came to me: “Of course.
The girl at the party that day.’ I rather think she belonged there (…)”
Third girl, Agatha Christie
Каменный цветок
Раз Данилушко и спрашивает:
– Ты, бабушка, всякий цветок в наших местах знаешь?
– Хвастаться, – говорит, – не буду, а все будто знаю, какие открытые-то.
– А разве, – спрашивает, – еще не открытые бывают?
– Есть, – отвечает, – и такие. Папору вот слыхал? Она будто цветет на Иванов день. Тот цветок колдовской. Клады им открывают. Для человека вредный. На разрыв-траве цветок – бегучий огонек. Поймай его – и все тебе затворы открыты. Воровской это цветок. А то еще каменный цветок есть. В малахитовой горе будто растет. На змеиный праздник полную силу имеет. Несчастный тот человек, который каменный цветок увидит.
Waiting.. Juliet again
Juliet
Come, night;—come, Romeo;—come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow upon a raven’s back.—
Come, gentle night;—come, loving, black-brow’d night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
William Shakespeare
Giacomo di cristallo…
… libero al mare…
Una volta, in una città lontana, venne al mondo
un bambino trasparente.
Attraverso le sue membra si poteva vedere come
attraverso l’aria e l’acqua.
Era di carne e d’ossa e pareva di vetro,
e se cadeva non andava in pezzi, ma al più
si faceva sulla fronte un bernoccolo trasparente.
Si vedeva il suo cuore battere, si vedevano
i suoi pensieri guizzare come pesci colorati nella loro vasca.
Gianni Rodari
Baker Street
As I passed the well-remembered door, which must always be associated in my mind with
my wooing, and with the
dark incidents of the Study in Scarlet, I was seized with a keendesire to see Holmes again,
and to know how he was
employing his extraordinary powers.
Arthur Conan Doyle
The Friend
“Miss de Bellefort.” “Linnet!” “Jackie!” Windlesham stood a little aside,
watching sympathetically as this fiery little creature flung herself
open-armed upon Linnet.
“Lord Windlesham–Miss de Bellefort–my best friend.”
Death on the Nile, Agatha Christie
Echo
L‘Air et la Terre avaient une fille : Écho. Cette charmante nymphe vivait dans les bois aux côtés de la déesse Artémis. Elle allait de rivières en torrents ; les arbres lui servaient de toit, la mousse et les jeunes pousses de lit.
Ni phrase ni rire ne sortait plus de sa bouche. Elle répétait seulement les derniers mots qu’elle entendait. Écho était au désespoir. Cette punition était d’autant plus cruelle que notre jolie nymphe tomba éperdument amoureuse…
Under the willow-tree § Sous le saule
Yet still he seemed conscious that the willow-tree was stretching its branches over him; in his dreaming state the tree appeared like a strong, old man—the “willow-father” himself, who had taken his tired son up in his arms to carry him back to the land of home, to the garden of his childhood, on the bleak open shores of Kjoge. And then he dreamed that it was really the willow-tree itself from Kjoge, which had travelled out in the world to seek him, and now had found him and carried him back into the little garden on the banks of the streamlet; and there stood Joanna, in all her splendor, with the golden crown on her head, as he had last seen her, to welcome him back.
Hans Christian Andersen
Death on the Nile
With a quick gesture she fumbled in a little silk bag that lay on the seat.
Then she held out her hand. On the palm of it was a small pearl-handled pistol
a dainty toy it looked.
Agatha Christie
Little Tuk
There he lay, still thinking of the geography lesson, of Seeland, and of all that the master had said. He could not read the book again, as he should by rights have done, for want of a light. So he put the geography-book under his pillow. Somebody had once told him that would help him wonderfully to remember his lesson, but he had never yet found that one could depend upon it.
There he lay and thought and thought, till all at once he felt as though some one were gently sealing his mouth and eyes with a kiss. He slept and yet did not sleep, for he seemed to see the old washerwoman’s mild, kind eyes fixed upon him, and to hear her say: “It would be a shame, indeed, for you not to know your lesson to-morrow, little Tuk.”
Hans Christian Andersen
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