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- Herausgeber: Ali Ribelli Edizioni
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
"The Last Dream of the Old Oak Tree", or "Det gamle egetræs sidste drøm" is a children's fantasy story by the Danish author Hans Christian Andersen. It was first published in 1858. "At the edge of the wood, on a cliff above the seashore, stood an old oak tree. It was three hundred and sixty-five years old. But years to a tree are like days to us."Another Christmas Classic by Ali RIbelli Edizioni.
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The Last Dream of Old Oak
by Hans Christian Andersen
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The Last Dream of Old Oak
The Last Dream of Old Oak
In the forest, high up on the steep shore, and not far from the open seacoast, stood a very old oak-tree. It was just three hundred and sixty-five years old, but that long time was to the tree as the same number of days might be to us; we wake by day and sleep by night, and then we have our dreams. It is different with the tree; it is obliged to keep awake through three seasons of the year, and does not get any sleep till winter comes. Winter is its time for rest; its night after the long day of spring, summer, and autumn. On many a warm summer, the Ephemera, the flies that exist for only a day, had fluttered about the old oak, enjoyed life and felt happy and if, for a moment, one of the tiny creatures rested on one of his large fresh leaves, the tree would always say, “Poor little creature! your whole life consists only of a single day. How very short. It must be quite melancholy.”
“Melancholy! what do you mean?” the little creature would always reply. “Everything around me is so wonderfully bright and warm, and beautiful, that it makes me joyous.”
“But only for one day, and then it is all over.”
“Over!” repeated the fly; “what is the meaning of all over? Are you all over too?”
“No; I shall very likely live for thousands of your days, and my day is whole seasons long; indeed it is so long that you could never reckon it out.”
