D Rext in the forest stood a pretty little fir-tree, he had a good court, he could get sun, air was enough there, and all around grew many larger comrades, fir-. But the little fir tree nothing seemed as important as the growth, he did not notice the warm sun and fresh air, he did not care about the farmers' children who went there and talked, when they had come out to gather strawberries and raspberries. Sometimes the children would bring a large pot or had strawberries on a straw, then sat down beside the small tree and said, "How small is the cute!" That might not hear the tree.
I m the following year he was more a long term, and the year was out, he at one thing more, for in the fir trees one can always at the many links they have to see how many years have grown them.
" O h, I wish I were as tall as the others!" sighed the little tree. "Then I would spread my branches so far around and out-look the in the world! The birds would then build nests on my boughs, and when the wind blew, I should bow with stately dignity like the others there!"
E r had no joy at the warm sunshine, the birds and the red clouds that floated over it morning and night.
W ar it is now winter and the snow lay white and sparkling, a hare would come so often and skipped right over the little tree. Oh, that was annoying! Two winters passed, and the third The little tree was so large that the hare had to run round it. "Oh, grow, grow tall and old, that's the only beauty in this world!" thought the tree.
I m autumn always wood-cutters came and cut down some of the biggest trees, this happened every year, and the young fir tree, which had now grown quite well shuddered, while, for the large, beautiful trees fell with cracking and crashing to the ground, the branches were cut off, the trees looked quite naked, long and narrow, they were almost unrecognizable. But then they were put on wagons and drawn by horses like this, out of the woods. Whither
W should they? What would become of them?
I m spring when the swallows and the storks were asked, the tree: "Do you not know where they were performed Did you meet them?"
D he swallows knew nothing, but the Stork looked musing, nodded his head and said, "Yes, I think so, I met many new ships as I flew from Egypt, and the ships were magnificent masts, and I must assume that they were, they had trees; many times I can greet them, they are beautiful and proud! "
" O h, I wish I were big enough to go over the sea can! What is that, this sea, and how does it look? "
" J a, which is to explain too much time, "said the stork, and so was he.
! F remorse thy youth, "said the sunbeam;"! rejoice in thy fresh growth, young life that is in you "
U the wind nd kissed the tree, and the Tau was crying Tears for him, but that did not understand the tree.
W hen it against the hours before Christmas, were very like young trees, trees that were often not even as smaller and younger than the fir trees that had neither rest nor peace, longing to leave; These young trees, and were chosen for their beauty, kept their branches, they were put on wagons and drawn by horses out of the forest. "Whither shall W
this?" asked the fir tree. "They are not taller than me, one is much smaller, why keep all their branches? Where are they going? "
" D as we know! We know, "chirped the tits." Down in the city we saw in the window! We know where to go! Oh, they go to the greatest splendor and glory that you can imagine! We saw in the window and sees that they are planted in the middle of the warm room and ornamented with the most beautiful things, gilt apples, honey cakes, toys, and hundreds of lights. "
" U nd then "asked the fir tree, trembling through all its branches." And then? What happens then? "
"J a, we have not seen everything! This was enough!"
"O b I'm probably destined to enter this bright path?" cheered the Christmas tree. "It's better than crossing the sea to, as I suffer from nostalgia I wish this Christmas yet! Now I'm tall and well grown as those which took place in the last years of it Oh, I was on the wagon, I would but in a warm room with all the pomp and glory, and then Yes, then there is something better and more beautiful, why would they adorn me otherwise? It must be something grander and more splendid coming! But what? Oh, I suffer, I am longing, I do not know how I feel "
" F up our remorse, "said the air and sunlight," Enjoy your fresh youth in the outdoors! "
A about it also was not well and he grew and grew, winter and summer, green, dark green, he stood there, the people who saw him, said:" This is a beautiful tree! "and at Christmas he was given by all the first fir-tree by the marrow;. the tree fell with a sigh to the ground, he felt a pain to faint, he could not even think about any luck, he was sad to have to divorce the home of the spots on which he was shot up and he knew that he, the dear old comrades, the little bushes and flowers round about will never see, and perhaps not even the birds. The journey at all pleasant.
D tree he only came to himself again as he was unloaded in the yard with other trees and heard a man say: "! This one is gorgeous, we just want to"
Now two servants came in full, and carried the fir tree in a large, beautiful room. All around the walls hung pictures, and the great stove stood large Chinese vases with lions on the lids; There were rocking chairs, silken sofas, large tables full of picture books and toys for hundreds of money, at least, the children said. The Christmas tree was in a big barrel full of sand placed, but no one could see that it was a barrel, for it was hung all around with green stuff and stood on a large colorful carpet. Oh, how the tree trembled! What would happen to him? Both the servants adorn the Miss him. On one branch they hung little cut out of colored paper Networks, and each bag was filled with sweetmeats. Gilded apples and walnuts hung down as if they had grown, and hundreds of red, blue and white tapers were stuck in the branches. Doll that looked like the flesh - the tree had never previously seen such -, floated in the open, and high up in the head was a star of tinsel attached. It was gorgeous, extraordinarily beautiful!
"H oday evening," they all said, "this evening bright it is!" and they were overjoyed.
"O h" thought the tree, "Is that the evening would only the lights soon burned! And then what probably happened? Whether there probably are trees from the forest to see me? Whether the titmice fly against the window panes? Shall I grow here, and winter and summer adorned will? "
J a, was of very little, but he made his bark ache and pain is a tree bark as bad as headache is for us.
N un were lit the candles. What a glistening splendor! The tree quivered in all its branches, so that one of the green lights fell among leaves and burnt some.
"G ott preserve us!" cried the young lady and cleared it out quickly.
N un could not shake the tree again. Oh, that was a horror! He was afraid to lose some of his state, he was quite stunned by all this splendor. Then he went through on both doors, and a lot of children rushed in as if they wanted to upset the tree, the older people came to deliberate, and the little ones stood quite silent, but only for a moment, then cheered again that the room rang, they danced round the tree, and a gift to the another was taken from and distributed.
"W as they do?" thought the tree. "What happened?" The lights were just down to the branches, and according as they burned, they were wiped out, and then the children received permission to plunder the tree. They rushed up to him, that the branches cracked and he had not been fastened to the tip and the gold star to the ceiling, he would have fallen over.
D ie children danced about with their pretty toys, no one noticed the tree, except the old nurse, between the the branches looked, but it was only to see whether an apple or a fig had been forgotten.
"E ine story, a story!" the children shouted, pulling a little fat man towards the tree, and he sat down under it, "because we are in the countryside," he said, "and the tree can have the pleasure of listening to! But I tell Do you want just a story. Ivede-Avede her or hear of Humpty Dumpty, who fell down the stairs, and was raised and married a princess? "
"I vede-Avede!" cried some, "Humpty Dumpty" shouted another. This was a call! Only the tree remained quite still and thought, "Shall not I with, I will have nothing to do with that?" He had done what it should.
D he man talking about Humpty Dumpty, who fell down the stairs, and was raised and married a princess. And the children clapped their hands and shouted: "down Counter E tell," They wanted to hear the story Ivede-Avede, but they only had of Humpty Dumpty. The Fir Tree stood quite silent and thoughtful, never had the birds in the forest like told. Humpty Dumpty fell down the stairs, and but the princess! "Yes, yes, that is the way in the world!" thought the Christmas tree and believed that it was true, because such a nice man had told it.
"J a, yes, perhaps I fall down too, and marry a princess!" And he was glad to be dressed up the next day with lights and toys, gold and fruit and the star of tinsel. "Tomorrow I will not tremble!" he thought. "I want to enjoy all my glory. I shall hear the story of Humpty Dumpty, and perhaps hear the Ivede-Avede." And the tree stood all night quiet and thoughtful.
"J a, yes, perhaps I fall down too, and marry a princess!" And he was glad to be dressed up the next day with lights and toys, gold and fruit and the star of tinsel. "Tomorrow I will not tremble!" he thought. "I want to enjoy all my glory. I shall hear the story of Humpty Dumpty, and perhaps hear the Ivede-Avede." And the tree stood all night quiet and thoughtful.
A n the morning the servants came in and the girl.
"N the un begin again!" thought the tree, but they dragged him to the room and up the stairs to the ground and placed him in a dark corner, where no daylight shone. "What does that mean?" thought the tree. "What can I do here? What I like most here have listened?" He leaned against the wall and thought and thought. And he had time enough, because it took days and nights and no one came up, and when someone finally came, it was to make some big box in the corner, the tree was completely hidden, you had to believe that he was completely forgotten.
"N un it's winter outside!" thought the tree. "The earth is hard and covered with snow, people can plant me, so I should say, until spring stand here in the shelter as well thought out is the how people are so good but wish this place were not so dark and! ! lonely, not even a little hare That was cute out there in the woods when the snow was and ran up the hare, and even when he away jumped on me, but then I did not stand it up here it's very lonely. !
"P ! iep, squeak, "said as a little mouse, creeping cautiously;.. And then came a little you sniffed the Christmas tree, and then they crept between the branches
" E s is a hideous cold, "said the little mice." Anything is good to be here;!! not you, you old fir tree "
" I'm not ch old, "said the fir-tree," there are many who are older than me! "
" W higher you from? "asked the Mice," and what do you know? "They were full of curiosity. "Tell us seen the most beautiful places on earth! Have you been there? Have you been in the larder, where cheeses lie on the shelf and hams hang from the ceiling, where one dances on tallow candles, go in thin and come out fat?"
"D as I do not know," said the tree, "! But I know the wood where the sun is shining and the birds sing" And then he told all about its youth. The mice had previously never heard such, she listened and said, "How much did you see how happy have you been!"
"I ch?" said the Christmas tree and thought about what he told himself after. "Yes, those were happy days!" But then he talked about the Christmas Eve, where he dressed up with cakes and candles was.
"O h, the mice said," how happy you have been, you old fir-tree! "
"I'm ch not old!" said the tree, "! until this winter, I came out of the woods I'm all in my prime, I'm just shot up like that."
"W he tell you nice!" said the little Mice, and the next night they came with four other mice, the tree should hear tell, and the more he talked the more he remembered himself at everything and thought: "They were quite happy times, but they can come back come back to Humpty Dumpty fell down the stairs, and yet married a princess;!. maybe I can marry a princess " And then the tree was thinking of the pretty little birch tree that grew in the forest, which was the Christmas tree for a real beautiful princess.
"W he is Humpty Dumpty?" asked the little mice. As told the tree related the whole story, he could remember every single word, and the mice jumped out of pure joy to the top of the tree. The following night, were far more mice, and on Sunday two rats, but they said, the story is not pretty, and your unhappy the mice, because it made them less.
"W you wledge only one story?" asked the rats.
"N ur one," replied the tree, "I heard it on my happiest evening, but then I did not think how lucky I was."
"D as is a most pitiful story! Do you know any of lard and tallow candles? No pantry story?"
"N one!" said the tree "" Yes, thank you then, "replied the rats, and went back to her family
D little mice he also kept away, and then sighed the tree.." It was but very pleasant when they sat round me, the little mice, and listened while I told! Now that is all over! But I would like to think if I put out again . Would "
A about happened when the" yes, it was one morning when people came, and operates on the ground;? The boxes were weggesetzt, the tree was pulled out, they threw him indeed quite hard to . the floor, but a servant dragged him along to the to the stairs, where the daylight shone
"N un life begins again," thought the tree, he felt the fresh air, the sun's first rays and now he was outside in the yard. so quickly, that it forgot to look at themselves, there was so much to see around. The Court found in a garden, and everything is flourishing, the roses hung fresh and fragrant bloom on the small screen beyond the linden trees, and the swallows were flying about and said: ", crying, my mate is coming!" But it was not the Christmas tree, she said.
"N un I shall live!" cheered and spread of its branches, but alas, they were all withered and yellow, and he was amongst weeds and nettles. The star of gold paper still stuck in the head and glistened in the bright sunshine.
played in the same courtyard two of the merry children, who had danced round the tree at Christmas and so happy about it had been. The youngest ran and tore off the gold star.
"S self, which is sticking to the ugly old Christmas tree!" said it and went to the branches so that they cracked under his boots.
D he saw tree on all the fresh bright flowers in the garden, he looked wished himself and that he had remained in the dark corner of the ground, he thought of its fresh youth in the forest, the funny Christmas Eve and the little mice who had listened to perk up the story of Humpty Dumpty.
"V orbei, soon, "said the old tree." If I had I but enjoyed myself more than I could! ! Passing over "
D he was servant, and cut the tree into small pieces, a large bundle lay there;. Flickered light it up under the large brewing kettle The tree sighed deeply, and each sigh was like a pistol-shot, ran, therefore, the children play, came and sat before the fire, looked up and shouted: "Pop, pop!" But with each "pop, which was a deep sigh, the Tree thought of a summer evening in woods or a winter night out there when the stars twinkled, and he thought of the Christmas Eve and Humpty Dumpty, the only story he had heard and knew to tell - and then was consumed.
D boy he played in the garden, and the youngest wore the gold star on his breast, had carried the tree at its happiest evening. Now all was past, and the tree's life was over and the story also, over, over.
U nd so it goes with all the episodes!
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