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The Snow Queen
Now
then
,
let
us
begin
.
When
we
are
at
the
end
of
the
story
,
we
shall
know
more
than
we
know
now
:
but
to
begin
.
Once
upon
a
time
there
was
a
wicked
sprite
,
indeed
he
was
the
most
mischievous
of
all
sprites
.
One
day
he
was
in
a
very
good
humor
,
for
he
had
made
a
mirror
with
the
power
of
causing
all
that
was
good
and
beautiful
when
it
was
reflected
therein
,
to
look
poor
and
mean
;
but
that
which
was
good-for-nothing
and
looked
ugly
was
shown
magnified
and
increased
in
ugliness
.
In
this
mirror
the
most
beautiful
landscapes
looked
like
boiled
spinach
,
and
the
best
persons
were
turned
into
frights
,
or
appeared
to
stand
on
their
heads
,
their
faces
were
so
distorted
that
they
were
not
to
be
recognised
;
and
if
anyone
had
a
mole
,
you
might
be
sure
that
it
would
be
magnified
and
spread
over
both
nose
and
mouth
.
"
That
's
glorious
fun
!
"
said
the
sprite
.
If
a
good
thought
passed
through
a
man
's
mind
,
then
a
grin
was
seen
in
the
mirror
,
and
the
sprite
laughed
heartily
at
his
clever
discovery
.
All
the
little
sprites
who
went
to
his
school
--
for
he
kept
a
sprite
school
--
told
each
other
that
a
miracle
had
happened
;
Аnd
that
now
only
,
as
they
thought
,
it
would
be
possible
to
see
how
the
world
really
looked
.
They
ran
about
with
the
mirror
;
and
at
last
there
was
not
a
land
or
a
person
who
was
not
represented
distorted
in
the
mirror
.
So
then
they
thought
they
would
fly
up
to
the
sky
,
and
have
a
joke
there
.
The
higher
they
flew
with
the
mirror
,
the
more
terribly
it
grinned
:
they
could
hardly
hold
it
fast
.
Higher
and
higher
still
they
flew
,
nearer
and
nearer
to
the
stars
,
when
suddenly
the
mirror
shook
so
terribly
with
grinning
,
that
it
flew
out
of
their
hands
and
fell
to
the
earth
,
where
it
was
dashed
in
a
hundred
million
and
more
pieces
.
And
now
it
worked
much
more
evil
than
before
;
for
some
of
these
pieces
were
hardly
so
large
as
a
grain
of
sand
,
and
they
flew
about
in
the
wide
world
,
and
when
they
got
into
people
's
eyes
,
there
they
stayed
;
and
then
people
saw
everything
perverted
,
or
only
had
an
eye
for
that
which
was
evil
.
This
happened
because
the
very
smallest
bit
had
the
same
power
which
the
whole
mirror
had
possessed
.
Some
persons
even
got
a
splinter
in
their
heart
,
and
then
it
made
one
shudder
,
for
their
heart
became
like
a
lump
of
ice
.
Some
of
the
broken
pieces
were
so
large
that
they
were
used
for
windowpanes
,
through
which
one
could
not
see
one
's
friends
.
Other
pieces
were
put
in
spectacles
;
and
that
was
a
sad
affair
when
people
put
on
their
glasses
to
see
well
and
rightly
.
Then
the
wicked
sprite
laughed
till
he
almost
choked
,
for
all
this
tickled
his
fancy
.
The
fine
splinters
still
flew
about
in
the
air
:
and
now
we
shall
hear
what
happened
next
.
In
a
large
town
,
where
there
are
so
many
houses
,
and
so
many
people
,
that
there
is
no
roof
left
for
everybody
to
have
a
little
garden
;
and
where
,
on
this
account
,
most
persons
are
obliged
to
content
themselves
with
flowers
in
pots
;
there
lived
two
little
children
,
who
had
a
garden
somewhat
larger
than
a
flower-pot
.
They
were
not
brother
and
sister
;
but
they
cared
for
each
other
as
much
as
if
they
were
.
Their
parents
lived
exactly
opposite
.
They
inhabited
two
garrets
;
and
where
the
roof
of
the
one
house
joined
that
of
the
other
,
and
the
gutter
ran
along
the
extreme
end
of
it
,
there
was
to
each
house
a
small
window
:
one
needed
only
to
step
over
the
gutter
to
get
from
one
window
to
the
other
.
The
children
's
parents
had
large
wooden
boxes
there
,
in
which
vegetables
for
the
kitchen
were
planted
,
and
little
rosetrees
besides
:
there
was
a
rose
in
each
box
,
and
they
grew
splendidly
.
They
now
thought
of
placing
the
boxes
across
the
gutter
,
so
that
they
nearly
reached
from
one
window
to
the
other
,
and
looked
just
like
two
walls
of
flowers
.
The
tendrils
of
the
peas
hung
down
over
the
boxes
;
and
the
rose-trees
shot
up
long
branches
,
twined
round
the
windows
,
and
then
bent
towards
each
other
:
it
was
almost
like
a
triumphant
arch
of
foliage
and
flowers
.
The
boxes
were
very
high
,
and
the
children
knew
that
they
must
not
creep
over
them
;
so
they
often
obtained
permission
to
get
out
of
the
windows
to
each
other
,
and
to
sit
on
their
little
stools
among
the
roses
,
where
they
could
play
delight
fully
.
In
winter
there
was
an
end
of
this
pleasure
.
The
windows
were
often
frozen
over
;
but
then
they
heated
copper
farthings
on
the
stove
,
and
laid
the
hot
farthing
on
the
windowpane
,
and
then
they
had
a
capital
peep-hole
,
quite
nicely
rounded
;
and
out
of
each
peeped
a
gentle
friendly
eye
--
it
was
the
little
boy
and
the
little
girl
who
were
looking
out
.
His
name
was
Kay
,
hers
was
Gerda
.
In
summer
,
with
one
jump
,
they
could
get
to
each
other
;
but
in
winter
they
were
obliged
first
to
go
down
the
long
stairs
,
and
then
up
the
long
stairs
again
:
and
out-of-doors
there
was
quite
a
snow-storm
.
"
It
is
the
white
bees
that
are
swarming
,
"
said
Kay
's
old
grandmother
.
"
Do
the
white
bees
choose
a
queen
?
"
asked
the
little
boy
;
for
he
knew
that
the
honey-bees
always
have
one
.
