I Kina ved du jo nok er kejseren en kineser, og alle de han har om sig er kinesere. Det er nu mange år siden, men just derfor er det værd at høre historien, før man glemmer den! Kejserens slot var det prægtigste i verden, ganske og aldeles af fint porcelæn, så kostbart, men så skørt, så vanskeligt at røre ved, at man måtte ordentlig tage sig i agt. I haven så man de forunderligste blomster, og ved de allerprægtigste var der bundet sølvklokker, der klingede, for at man ikke skulle gå forbi uden at bemærke blomsten. Ja, alting var så udspekuleret i kejserens have, og den strakte sig så langt, at gartneren selv ikke vidste enden på den; blev man ved at gå, kom man i den dejligste skov med høje træer og dybe søer. Skoven gik lige ned til havet, der var blåt og dybt; store skibe kunne sejle lige ind under grenene, og i disse boede der en nattergal, der sang så velsignet, at selv den fattige fisker, der havde så meget andet at passe, lå stille og lyttede, når han om natten var ude at trække fiskegarnet op og da hørte nattergalen. "Herregud, hvor det er kønt!" sagde han, men så måtte han passe sine ting og glemte fuglen; dog næste nat når den igen sang, og fiskeren kom derud, sagde han det samme: "Herregud! hvor det dog er kønt!"
Sådan starter HC Andersens eventyr, Nattergalen. Nu skal du finde eventyret frem og svare på nogle sprørgsmål:
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In China, you know, the emperor is a Chinese, and all those about him are Chinamen also. The story I am going t tell you happened a great many years ago, so it is well to hear it now before it is forgotten. The emperor's palac was the most beautiful in the world. It was built entirely of porcelain, and very costly, but so delicate and brittle tha whoever touched it was obliged to be careful. In the garden could be seen the most singular flowers, with prett silver bells tied to them, which tinkled so that every one who passed could not help noticing the flowers. Indeed everything in the emperor's garden was remarkable, and it extended so far that the gardener himself did not kno where it ended. Those who travelled beyond its limits knew that there was a noble forest, with lofty trees, slopin down to the deep blue sea, and the great ships sailed under the shadow of its branches. In one of these trees live a nightingale, who sang so beautifully that even the poor fishermen, who had so many other things to do, woul stop and listen. Sometimes, when they went at night to spread their nets, they would hear her sing, and say, "Oh, i not that beautiful?" But when they returned to their fishing, they forgot the bird until the next night. Then they woul hear it again, and exclaim "Oh, how beautiful is the nightingale's song!
This is how the fairy tale, The Nightingale, by HC Andersen begins. Now you have to find the fairy tale and answer some questions:
