"whatmustidotoearnmybreadbypoetry?"

"youcandothatbeforeshrovetuesday.huntthepoets!killtheirwritingsandthusyouwillkillthem.don'tbeputoutofcountenance.strikeatthemboldly,andyou'llhavecarnivalcake,onwhichyoucansupportyourselfandyourwifetoo."

"whatonecaninvent!"criedtheyoungman.andsohehitoutboldlyateverysecondpoet,becausehecouldnotbeapoethimself.

wehaveitfromthewisewoman.sheknowswhatonecaninvent.

theend.

1872

fairytalesofhanschristianandersen

whatthemoonsaw

byhanschristianandersenintroduction

introduction

itisastrangething,whenifeelmostferventlyandmostdeeply,myhandsandmytongueseemaliketied,sothaticannotrightlydescribeoraccuratelyportraythethoughtsthatarerisingwithinme;andyetiamapainter;myeyetellsmeasmuchasthat,andallmyfriendswhohaveseenmysketchesandfanciessaythesame.

iamapoorlad,andliveinoneofthenarrowestoflanes;butidonotwantforlight,asmyroomishighupinthehouse,withanextensiveprospectovertheneighbouringroofs.duringthefirstfewdaysiwenttoliveinthetown,ifeltlow-spiritedandsolitaryenough.insteadoftheforestandthegreenhillsofformerdays,ihadhereonlyaforestofchimney-potstolookoutupon.andthenihadnotasinglefriend;notonefamiliarfacegreetedme.

sooneeveningisatatthewindow,inadespondingmood;andpresentlyiopenedthecasementandlookedout.oh,howmyheartleapedupwithjoy!