of Hans Christian Andersen (1805-1875)
D run at the rich merchant, was a children's party, rich people's children and noble people's children, the merchant was a learned man; He had once been a student exams, to be honest it had stopped father, who from the beginning only cattle dealers have been true, but honest and industrious; know the trade had brought money, and the money had to increase the merchant. Wise he was, and heart he had also, but his heart was less spoken of as his money. The clerk went to make people in and out, probably people from the blood, as it is, as of mind, even people who had both, or neither. This time there was a children's party chatter and children, and children speak freely away from the liver. Among other things, was there a beautiful little girl but the girl was terribly proud of it and had kissed the servants in it, not the parents, because that was the sensible even to people, her father was a squire, and that's what even great, she knew.
"I'm ch is a ! Chamber child. "She said she would now as much a cellar child may be, everyone can own it as much, and then they told the other children that they are" born was ", and said that if one is not born, one could not be, the profit a nothing that you read and would be hard, if they were not "born", one could be nothing, "And those whose names end with 'sen' terminate" can, "she said," from which all now. and nothing will! You have the arms to the side to lift it and keep it quite far away from themselves, these sen '! 'Sen! "And she put her beautiful small arms in the side and made the elbows quite pointed, to Show how to do it, and the arms were even cute. It was a very sweet girl.
D och the little daughter of the merchant was in this speech, even angry, her father's name was Petersen, and the name they knew he was in "sen" ended, so she said, so proud as she could, "But my father can buy a hundred dollars and throw them sweets among the children of your father do that?"
"N one, but my father," said the daughter of a writer, "your father and your father and all fathers can put in the newspaper! All men fear him, "says my mother, because my father is the one who ruled in the newspaper!"
U nd the daughter looked very proud of it as if it were a real princess must look out proudly.
A about outside the ajar door was a poor boy, and looked through the crack in the door. He was so small that it was not even allowed into the house inside. He had the cook, turning the spit, and he had now allowed to stand behind the door to the decked and children who made a pleasant day, see inside, and that was for him a lot.
"W he was one of them yet!" he thought, and he heard what was said, and that was indeed so, to be quite cranky. Not a penny had the parents to travel home, they could have in order for it to buy a newspaper, let alone such a write, by no means! And now the worst of all: his father's name and therefore also of his own, ended entirely on "sen", because from him could therefore be nothing at all. That was too sad! But he was born, it seemed, was born quite properly, that could not possibly be different. This was that night.
S eitdem passed many years, and during which children become adults. In the city was a magnificent house, it was filled with nothing but beautiful things and appreciate that people wanted to see it, even people who lived outside the city, came to town to see it. Which of the children, of whom we have told, now might well call this the house his own? Yes, guess that's quite easy! No, no, it's not so easy. The house belonged to the poor little boy who had been standing behind the door that night; he grew up to something, although his name to "sen" ended - Thorvaldsen.
U nd three other children? The children of the blood, money and spirit of arrogance, yes, one has the other done anything wrong, they are like children - for they were all the best that nature had equipped them well, what they had thought and spoken, was just only children Schnack .
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