. Storie per la famiglia . nd in un grande giardino, dove gli alberi più anziani puzzavano dolce, e piegavano il loro lungo ramchesdown verde al canale che si avvolse attraverso la regione. OH, qui è bello, una tale gioia di primavera! e dal thicket camettre gloriosi cigni bianchi; arrugginiscono le loro ali e nuotano in luce sull'acqua. Lo Duckling conosceva le splendide creature, e felpato da una tristezza particolare. Volerò via a loro, agli uccelli reali! E mi uccideranno, perché io, che sono così brutto, oserò avvicinarmi a loro. Ma è di noconseguenza ! Meglio essere uccisi da loro
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. Stories for the household . nd itself in a great garden, where the elder trees smelt sweet, and bent their long green branchesdown to the canal that wound through the region. Oh, here it wasso beautiful, such a gladness of spring! and from the thicket camethree glorious white swans; they rustled their wings, and swam lightlyon the water. The Duckling knew the splendid creatures, and feltoppressed by a peculiar sadness. I will fly away to them, to the royal birds ! and they will kill me, because I, that am so ugly, dare to approach them. But it is of noconsequence ! Better to be killed by them than to be pursued by ducks, and beaten by fowls, and pushed about by the girl who takes care ofthe poultry-yard, and to suffer hunger in winter! And it flew outinto the water, and swam towards the beautiful swans: these lookedat it, and came sailing down upon it with outspread wings. Iv illme! said the poor creature, and bent its head down upon the water, expecting nothing but death. But what was this that it saw in the •* f. The Loveliest Rose in the Worla. 163 clear water ? It beheld its own image; and, lo! it was no longer aclumsy dark grey bird, ugly and hateful to look at, but—a swan ! It matters nothing if one is born in a duck-yard, if one has only lainin a swans egg. It felt quite glad at all the need and misfortune it had suffered, nowit realized its happiness in all the splendour that surrounded it. Andthe great swans swam round it, and stroked it with their beaks. Into the garden came little children, who threw bread and corn intothe water; and the youngest cried, There is a new one! and theother children shouted joyously, Yes, a new one has arrived! Andthey clapped their hands and danced about, and ran to their father andmother; and bread and cake were thrown into the water; and they allsaid, The new one is the most beautiful of all! so young and hand-some ! and the old swans bowed their heads before him. Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his win
