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    Retold Fairy Tales (Poveşti repovestite)
    Retold Fairy Tales (Poveşti repovestite)
    Retold Fairy Tales (Poveşti repovestite)
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    Retold Fairy Tales (Poveşti repovestite)

    By Nicolae Sfetcu

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    Bilingual English/Romanian Book (Carte bilingvă engleză/română)
    By Hans Christian Andersen
    Translated by (Traducere de): Nicolae Sfetcu
    First edition (Prima ediție)
    An exciting new compilation of five of the most famous fairy tales and stories by Hans Christian Andersen, that have inspired ballets, plays, and animated and live-action films. A return to the innocence of the childhood.
    (O nouă compilație extraordinară a cinci dintre cele mai renumite basme și povestiri ale lui Hans Christian Andersen, care au inspirat balete, piese de teatru, desene animate și filme. O întoarcere la inocența copilăriei.)

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNicolae Sfetcu
    Release dateDec 12, 2017
    ISBN9781370915330
    Retold Fairy Tales (Poveşti repovestite)
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    Nicolae Sfetcu

    Owner and manager with MultiMedia SRL and MultiMedia Publishing House.Project Coordinator for European Teleworking Development Romania (ETD)Member of Rotary Club Bucuresti AtheneumCofounder and ex-president of the Mehedinti Branch of Romanian Association for Electronic Industry and SoftwareInitiator, cofounder and president of Romanian Association for Telework and TeleactivitiesMember of Internet SocietyInitiator, cofounder and ex-president of Romanian Teleworking SocietyCofounder and ex-president of the Mehedinti Branch of the General Association of Engineers in RomaniaPhysicist engineer - Bachelor of Science (Physics, Major Nuclear Physics). Master of Philosophy.

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      Retold Fairy Tales (Poveşti repovestite) - Nicolae Sfetcu

      Retold Fairy Tales (Poveşti repovestite)

      Bilingual English/Romanian Book (Carte bilingvă engleză/română)

      Hans Christian Andersen

      Translated by (Traducere de): Nicolae Sfetcu

      Published by (Publicat de): MultiMedia Publishing

      Copyright 2017 Nicolae Sfetcu

      Copyright © 2018 Nicolae Sfetcu

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or othewise, without express written permission of the author.

      Published by MultiMedia Publishing, https://www.telework.ro/en/publishing/

      ISBN: 978-606-9016-55-8

      First edition

      DISCLAIMER: The author and publisher are providing this book and its contents on an as is basis and make no representations or warranties of any kind with respect to this book or its contents. The author and publisher disclaim all such representations and warranties for a particular purpose. In addition, the author and publisher do not represent or warrant that the information accessible via this book is accurate, complete or current.

      Except as specifically stated in this book, neither the author or publisher, nor any authors, contributors, or other representatives will be liable for damages arising out of or in connection with the use of this book. This is a comprehensive limitation of liability that applies to all damages of any kind, including (without limitation) compensatory; direct, indirect or consequential damages, including for third parties.

      You understand that this book is not intended as a substitute for consultation with a licensed, educational, legal or finance professional. Before you use it in any way, you will consult a licensed professional to ensure that you are doing what’s best for your situation.

      This book provides content related to educational topics. As such, use of this book implies your acceptance of this disclaimer.

      Copyright © 2018 Nicolae Sfetcu

      Toate drepturile rezervate.

      Nicio parte a acestei cărți nu poate fi reprodusă sau stocată într-un sistem electronic sau transmisă sub nicio formă sau prin orice mijloace electronice, mecanice, prin fotocopiere, prin înregistrare sau prin alte mijloace, fără permisiunea expresă scrisă a autorului.

      Publicat de MultiMedia Publishing, www.telework.ro/ro/editura

      ISBN: 978-606-9016-55-8

      Prima ediție

      DECLINARE DE RESPONSABILITATE: Având în vedere posibilitatea existenței erorii umane sau modificării conceptelor științifice, nici autorul, nici editorul și nicio altă parte implicată în pregătirea sau publicarea lucrării curente nu pot garanta în totalitate că toate aspectele sunt corecte, complete sau actuale, și își declină orice responsabilitate pentru orice eroare ori omisiune sau pentru rezultatele obținute din folosirea informațiilor conținute de această lucrare.

      Cu excepția cazurilor specificate în această carte, nici autorul sau editorul, nici alți autori, contribuabili sau alți reprezentanți nu vor fi răspunzători pentru daunele rezultate din sau în legătură cu utilizarea acestei cărți. Aceasta este o declinare cuprinzătoare a răspunderii care se aplică tuturor daunelor de orice fel, incluzând (fără limitare) compensatorii; daune directe, indirecte sau consecvente, inclusiv pentru terțe părți.

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      The Fir Tree

      Far away in the forest, where the warm sun and the fresh air made a sweet resting place, grew a pretty little fir tree. The situation was all that could be desired; and yet the tree was not happy, it wished so much to be like its tall companions, the pines and firs which grew around it.

      The sun shone, and the soft air fluttered its leaves, and the little peasant children passed by, prattling merrily; but the fir tree did not heed them.

      Sometimes the children would bring a large basket of raspberries or strawberries, wreathed on straws, and seat themselves near the fir tree, and say, Is it not a pretty little tree? which made it feel even more unhappy than before.

      And yet all this while the tree grew a notch or joint taller every year, for by the number of joints in the stem of a fir tree we can discover its age.

      Still, as it grew, it complained: Oh! how I wish I were as tall as the other trees; then I would spread out my branches on every side, and my crown would overlook the wide world around. I should have the birds building their nests on my boughs, and when the wind blew, I should bow with stately dignity, like my tall companions.

      So discontented was the tree, that it took no pleasure in the warm sunshine, the birds, or the rosy clouds that floated over it morning and evening.

      Sometimes in winter, when the snow lay white and glittering on the ground, there was a little hare that would come springing along, and jump right over the little tree's head; then how mortified it would feel.

      Two winters passed; and when the third arrived, the tree had grown so tall that the hare was obliged to run round it. Yet it remained unsatisfied and would exclaim: Oh! to grow, to grow; if I could but keep on growing tall and old! There is nothing else worth caring for in the world.

      In the autumn the woodcutters came, as usual, and cut down several of the tallest trees; and the young fir, which was now grown to a good, full height, shuddered as the noble trees fell to the earth with a crash.

      After the branches were lopped off, the trunks looked so slender and bare that they could scarcely be recognized. Then they were placed, one upon another, upon wagons and drawn by horses out of the forest. Where could they be going? What would become of them? The young fir tree wished very much to know.

      So in the spring, when the swallows and the storks came, it asked: Do you know where those trees were taken? Did you meet them?

      The swallows knew nothing; but the stork, after a little reflection, nodded his head and said: Yes, I think I do. As I flew from Egypt, I met several new ships, and they had fine masts that smelt like fir. These must have been the trees; and I assure you they were stately; they sailed right gloriously!

      Oh, how I wish I were tall enough to go on the sea, said the fir tree. Tell me what is this sea, and what does it look like?

      It would take too much time to explain—a great deal too much, said the stork, flying quickly away.

      Rejoice in thy youth, said the sunbeam; rejoice in thy fresh growth and in the young life that is in thee.

      And the wind kissed the tree, and the dew watered it with tears, but the fir tree regarded them not.

      * * *

      Christmas time drew near, and many young trees were cut down, some that were even smaller and younger than the fir tree, who enjoyed neither rest nor peace for longing to leave its forest home. These young trees, which were chosen for their beauty, kept their branches, and they, also, were laid on wagons and drawn by horses far away out of the forest.

      Where are they going? asked the fir tree. They are not taller than I am; indeed, one is not so tall. And why do they keep all their branches? Where are they going?

      We know, we know, sang the sparrows; "we have looked in at the windows of the houses in the town, and we know what is done with them. Oh! you cannot think what honor and glory they receive. They are dressed up

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