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(04/02/1805 to 08/04/1875)

Danish Author

The last time I had in my hands a book of Andersen was this past Christmas when I gave it to my niece. A compilation all illustrated children's stories. For me, a gem and her, I hope well. Were these stories and many others who helped me, from very small to the velop my unconditional love for reading. Today, I publish a brief biography of the author who was able to leave the children's stories with a sad ending and oil: the little mermaid does not marry the prince, the soldier dies ... because the stories never cease to be a reflection of life itself adorned with fantasy. And this, also includes the loss, defeat and death. Many problems and difficulties that we encounter as adults, are caused by intolerance to frustration, mismanagement of pain and avoidance of emotions considered negative. To emphasize their inclusion in the emotional spectrum we convey to our children is essential for a holistic and healthy development of the individual.

born April 2, 1805 in Odense. Son of a poor shoemaker and a washerwoman. Hans received, small, very little education, but his father cultivated his imagination telling tales and teaching them to rear their own puppet theater. At just 14, escaped to Copenhagen to try to become an actor or singer.

worked for Jonas Collin, director of the Teatro Real, which financed his studies. Since 1822 published poetry and plays, got his first hit with A Walk from Holmen's Canal to the eastern end of the island of Amager in the years 1828 and 1829, a fantastic tale that mimics the style of the German writer ETA Hoffman. His first novel, Improvisers or Life in Italy (1835), was praised by critics. He traveled through Europe, Asia and Africa and wrote many plays, novels and travel books. But thanks to its more than 150 fairy tales that have set as one of the greats of world literature. Among its key innovations include the use of everyday language and provide an outlet for expressions of feelings and ideas that previously were thought to be far from the understanding of a child (death, pain, loss, failure, solitude ...) Among the popular tales are The Ugly Duckling, The Emperor's New Clothes, The Snow Queen, The Red Shoes, The Steadfast Tin Soldier, The Nightingale, The Brave Little Tailor and The Little Mermaid . Have been translated into over 80 languages \u200b\u200band adapted to plays, ballets, films and works of sculpture and painting.

died

August 4, 1875. Hans Christian Andersen had many female friends in his life and fell in love with several of them, but died a virgin, according to a biography, og HCAndersen veninderne (HC Andersen and his friends), the author Bente Kjoelbye.

The Little Match Girl

By Hans Christian Andersen

so egregious so cold! The snow was falling, and night coming. It was Christmas Eve. In the cold and darkness, a poor girl came down the street with head and feet it naked.

had, indeed, shoes when he left home, but had not served much time. They were huge slippers that her mother had used: so great, that she lost them rushing across the street to avoid the pisasen the carriages that were in opposite directions.

She walked, then, with bare little feet, which were red and cold blue, carried in her apron, which was very old, a few dozen boxes of matches and was holding a of them as shown. It was very bad day: a buyer was presented, and therefore she had not earned a penny. He was very hungry, very cold and very miserable appearance. Poor girl! Snowflakes settled on his long blond hair that fell in beautiful curls on the neck, but did not think her hair. Budge saw lights through the windows, the smell of roasting was perceived by all parties. It was on Christmas Eve, and on this holiday I thought the unhappy girl.

He sat in a square, and huddled in a corner between two houses. The cold took hold of her and numbed their members, but did not dare to submit be at home, returned with all matches and without a single currency. His stepmother ill-treated, and also at home was also very cold. They lived under the roof and the wind was there with fury, but the biggest openings had been covered with straw and rags. Her little hands were almost stiff with cold. Ah! How much pleasure would cause a Cerillita hot! If you dare to take a single box, to rub it on the wall and warm her fingers He took one. Rich! As lighting and how it burned! Emitted a clear flame and hot like a candle when the put his hand. What beautiful light! I thought the girl who sat in a large iron fireplace, adorned with beads and covered with a layer of shiny brass. Fire burned there a way so beautiful! Heat as well!

But all ends in the world. The girl extended her little feet to warm them too; over the flame went out: no longer the girl he had in hand more than a bit of wax. She rubbed another that burned and shone like the first, and where the light fell upon the wall, it became as transparent as gauze. The girl thought she saw a room where the table was covered with Resplendent in a white tablecloth fine porcelain, and on which a roasted turkey stuffed with truffles and exhaled a delicious perfume. Oh surprise! Oh joy! Suddenly he had the illusion that the bird leaped from his bowl on the floor with knife and fork stuck in the breast, and rolled up to her little feet. But the second match went out, and did not see before it more than the cold and impenetrable wall.