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they certainly didn't think there might be a lovely little mermaid standing below them Hans Christian Andersen Centre at the University of Southern Denmark. A translation of Hans Christian Andersen's "Den lille Havfrue" by Jean Hersholt. . Little did they dream that a pretty young mermaid was down below, stretching . The Little Mermaid. by. Hans Christian Andersen. (). F AR out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal.


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The Little Mermaid (Danish: Den lille havfrue) is a fairy tale written by the Danish author Hans Christian Andersen. .. Print/export. Create a book · Download as PDF · Printable version. Tales of Hans Christian. Andersen. THE LITTLE MERMAID. Adapted by Rob John. A long time ago, in a beautiful world under the sea, there lived mer-people. 2: The Little Mermaid. 16 Hans Christian Andersen was born in humble Andersen's best known works are his 'Fairy Tales transcripts/ppti.info

Now that she knew where he lived, she spent many an evening and many a night on the water near the palace. She would swim much nearer the shore than any of the others ventured to do; indeed once she went quite up the narrow channel under the marble balcony, which threw a broad shadow on the water. Here she would sit and watch the young prince, who thought himself quite alone in the bright moonlight. She saw him many times of an evening sailing in a pleasant boat, with music playing and flags waving.

She peeped out from among the green rushes, and if the wind caught her long silvery-white veil, those who saw it believed it to be a swan, spreading out its wings. On many a night, too, when the fishermen, with their torches, were out at sea, she heard them relate so many good things about the doings of the young prince, that she was glad she had saved his life when he had been tossed about half-dead on the waves. And she remembered that his head had rested on her bosom, and how heartily she had kissed him; but he knew nothing of all this, and could not even dream of her.

She grew more and more fond of human beings, and wished more and more to be able to wander about with those whose world seemed to be so much larger than her own. They could fly over the sea in ships, and mount the high hills which were far above the clouds; and the lands they possessed, their woods and their fields, stretched far away beyond the reach of her sight.

There was so much that she wished to know, and her sisters were unable to answer all her questions. Then she applied to her old grandmother, who knew all about the upper world, which she very rightly called the lands above the sea. We sometimes live to three hundred years, but when we cease to exist here we only become the foam on the surface of the water, and we have not even a grave down here of those we love. We have not immortal souls, we shall never live again; but, like the green sea-weed, when once it has been cut off, we can never flourish more.

The Little Mermaid

Human beings, on the contrary, have a soul which lives forever, lives after the body has been turned to dust. It rises up through the clear, pure air beyond the glittering stars.

As we rise out of the water, and behold all the land of the earth, so do they rise to unknown and glorious regions which we shall never see.

Is there anything I can do to win an immortal soul? He would give a soul to you and retain his own as well; but this can never happen. This evening we are going to have a court ball. The walls and the ceiling of the large ball-room were of thick, but transparent crystal. May hundreds of colossal shells, some of a deep red, others of a grass green, stood on each side in rows, with blue fire in them, which lighted up the whole saloon, and shone through the walls, so that the sea was also illuminated.

Innumerable fishes, great and small, swam past the crystal walls; on some of them the scales glowed with a purple brilliancy, and on others they shone like silver and gold. Through the halls flowed a broad stream, and in it danced the mermen and the mermaids to the music of their own sweet singing. No one on earth has such a lovely voice as theirs.

The little mermaid sang more sweetly than them all. The whole court applauded her with hands and tails; and for a moment her heart felt quite gay, for she knew she had the loveliest voice of any on earth or in the sea. She had never been that way before: neither flowers nor grass grew there; nothing but bare, gray, sandy ground stretched out to the whirlpool, where the water, like foaming mill-wheels, whirled round everything that it seized, and cast it into the fathomless deep.

Through the midst of these crushing whirlpools the little mermaid was obliged to pass, to reach the dominions of the sea witch; and also for a long distance the only road lay right across a quantity of warm, bubbling mire, called by the witch her turfmoor. Beyond this stood her house, in the centre of a strange forest, in which all the trees and flowers were polypi, half animals and half plants; they looked like serpents with a hundred heads growing out of the ground.

The branches were long slimy arms, with fingers like flexible worms, moving limb after limb from the root to the top. All that could be reached in the sea they seized upon, and held fast, so that it never escaped from their clutches.

The little mermaid was so alarmed at what she saw, that she stood still, and her heart beat with fear, and she was very nearly turning back; but she thought of the prince, and of the human soul for which she longed, and her courage returned.

She fastened her long flowing hair round her head, so that the polypi might not seize hold of it. She laid her hands together across her bosom, and then she darted forward as a fish shoots through the water, between the supple arms and fingers of the ugly polypi, which were stretched out on each side of her. She saw that each held in its grasp something it had seized with its numerous little arms, as if they were iron bands.

The white skeletons of human beings who had perished at sea, and had sunk down into the deep waters, skeletons of land animals, oars, rudders, and chests of ships were lying tightly grasped by their clinging arms; even a little mermaid, whom they had caught and strangled; and this seemed the most shocking of all to the little princess.

She now came to a space of marshy ground in the wood, where large, fat water-snakes were rolling in the mire, and showing their ugly, drab-colored bodies. In the midst of this spot stood a house, built with the bones of shipwrecked human beings. There sat the sea witch, allowing a toad to eat from her mouth, just as people sometimes feed a canary with a piece of sugar.

She called the ugly water-snakes her little chickens, and allowed them to crawl all over her bosom. I will prepare a draught for you, with which you must swim to land tomorrow before sunrise, and sit down on the shore and drink it. Your tail will then disappear, and shrink up into what mankind calls legs, and you will feel great pain, as if a sword were passing through you.

But all who see you will say that you are the prettiest little human being they ever saw. You will still have the same floating gracefulness of movement, and no dancer will ever tread so lightly; but at every step you take it will feel as if you were treading upon sharp knives, and that the blood must flow.

If you will bear all this, I will help you. The first morning after he marries another your heart will break, and you will become foam on the crest of the waves. You have the sweetest voice of any who dwell here in the depths of the sea, and you believe that you will be able to charm the prince with it also, but this voice you must give to me; the best thing you possess will I have for the price of my draught. My own blood must be mixed with it, that it may be as sharp as a two-edged sword.

Well, have you lost your courage? Put out your little tongue that I may cut it off as my payment; then you shall have the powerful draught. Then the witch placed her cauldron on the fire, to prepare the magic draught. The steam that rose formed itself into such horrible shapes that no one could look at them without fear. Every moment the witch threw something else into the vessel, and when it began to boil, the sound was like the weeping of a crocodile.

When at last the magic draught was ready, it looked like the clearest water. So she passed quickly through the wood and the marsh, and between the rushing whirlpools. She stole into the garden, took a flower from the flower-beds of each of her sisters, kissed her hand a thousand times towards the palace, and then rose up through the dark blue waters.

Then the little mermaid drank the magic draught, and it seemed as if a two-edged sword went through her delicate body: she fell into a swoon, and lay like one dead.

When the sun arose and shone over the sea, she recovered, and felt a sharp pain; but just before her stood the handsome young prince.

Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen by H. C. Andersen

The prince asked her who she was, and where she came from, and she looked at him mildly and sorrowfully with her deep blue eyes; but she could not speak. She was very soon arrayed in costly robes of silk and muslin, and was the most beautiful creature in the palace; but she was dumb, and could neither speak nor sing.

Beautiful female slaves, dressed in silk and gold, stepped forward and sang before the prince and his royal parents: one sang better than all the others, and the prince clapped his hands and smiled at her.

I have given away my voice forever, to be with him. Then the little mermaid raised her lovely white arms, stood on the tips of her toes, and glided over the floor, and danced as no one yet had been able to dance.

At each moment her beauty became more revealed, and her expressive eyes appealed more directly to the heart than the songs of the slaves.

Every one was enchanted, especially the prince, who called her his little foundling; and she danced again quite readily, to please him, though each time her foot touched the floor it seemed as if she trod on sharp knives. The prince said she should remain with him always, and she received permission to sleep at his door, on a velvet cushion.

They rode together through the sweet-scented woods, where the green boughs touched their shoulders, and the little birds sang among the fresh leaves. She climbed with the prince to the tops of high mountains; and although her tender feet bled so that even her steps were marked, she only laughed, and followed him till they could see the clouds beneath them looking like a flock of birds travelling to distant lands.

Once during the night her sisters came up arm-in-arm, singing sorrowfully, as they floated on the water. She beckoned to them, and then they recognized her, and told her how she had grieved them. After that, they came to the same place every night; and once she saw in the distance her old grandmother, who had not been to the surface of the sea for many years, and the old Sea King, her father, with his crown on his head.

They stretched out their hands towards her, but they did not venture so near the land as her sisters did. As the days passed, she loved the prince more fondly, and he loved her as he would love a little child, but it never came into his head to make her his wife; yet, unless he married her, she could not receive an immortal soul; and, on the morning after his marriage with another, she would dissolve into the foam of the sea.

I was in a ship that was wrecked, and the waves cast me ashore near a holy temple, where several young maidens performed the service. The youngest of them found me on the shore, and saved my life. I saw her but twice, and she is the only one in the world whom I could love; but you are like her, and you have almost driven her image out of my mind.

She belongs to the holy temple, and my good fortune has sent you to me instead of her; and we will never part. They will meet no more: while I am by his side, and see him every day. I will take care of him, and love him, and give up my life for his sake. Although the prince gave out that he merely intended to pay a visit to the king, it was generally supposed that he really went to see his daughter.

A great company were to go with him. The little mermaid smiled, and shook her head. I cannot love her; she is not like the beautiful maiden in the temple, whom you resemble. If I were forced to choose a bride, I would rather choose you, my dumb foundling, with those expressive eyes. And then he told her of storm and of calm, of strange fishes in the deep beneath them, and of what the divers had seen there; and she smiled at his descriptions, for she knew better than any one what wonders were at the bottom of the sea.

In the moonlight, when all on board were asleep, excepting the man at the helm, who was steering, she sat on the deck, gazing down through the clear water. Then her sisters came up on the waves, and gazed at her mournfully, wringing their white hands. She beckoned to them, and smiled, and wanted to tell them how happy and well off she was; but the cabin-boy approached, and when her sisters dived down he thought it was only the foam of the sea which he saw.

The next morning the ship sailed into the harbor of a beautiful town belonging to the king whom the prince was going to visit. The church bells were ringing, and from the high towers sounded a flourish of trumpets; and soldiers, with flying colors and glittering bayonets, lined the rocks through which they passed. Every day was a festival; balls and entertainments followed one another.

But the princess had not yet appeared. People said that she was being brought up and educated in a religious house, where she was learning every royal virtue. At last she came.

Then the little mermaid, who was very anxious to see whether she was really beautiful, was obliged to acknowledge that she had never seen a more perfect vision of beauty. Her skin was delicately fair, and beneath her long dark eye-lashes her laughing blue eyes shone with truth and purity. You will rejoice at my happiness; for your devotion to me is great and sincere.

His wedding morning would bring death to her, and she would change into the foam of the sea. All the church bells rung, and the heralds rode about the town proclaiming the betrothal. Perfumed oil was burning in costly silver lamps on every altar. The priests waved the censers, while the bride and bridegroom joined their hands and received the blessing of the bishop.

On the same evening the bride and bridegroom went on board ship; cannons were roaring, flags waving, and in the centre of the ship a costly tent of purple and gold had been erected. It contained elegant couches, for the reception of the bridal pair during the night. The ship, with swelling sails and a favorable wind, glided away smoothly and lightly over the calm sea. When it grew dark a number of colored lamps were lit, and the sailors danced merrily on the deck.

The little mermaid could not help thinking of her first rising out of the sea, when she had seen similar festivities and joys; and she joined in the dance, poised herself in the air as a swallow when he pursues his prey, and all present cheered her with wonder.

She had never danced so elegantly before. Her tender feet felt as if cut with sharp knives, but she cared not for it; a sharper pang had pierced through her heart. She knew this was the last evening she should ever see the prince, for whom she had forsaken her kindred and her home; she had given up her beautiful voice, and suffered unheard-of pain daily for him, while he knew nothing of it. This was the last evening that she would breathe the same air with him, or gaze on the starry sky and the deep sea; an eternal night, without a thought or a dream, awaited her: she had no soul and now she could never win one.

All was joy and gayety on board ship till long after midnight; she laughed and danced with the rest, while the thoughts of death were in her heart. The prince kissed his beautiful bride, while she played with his raven hair, till they went arm-in-arm to rest in the splendid tent. Then all became still on board the ship; the helmsman, alone awake, stood at the helm.

The little mermaid leaned her white arms on the edge of the vessel, and looked towards the east for the first blush of morning, for that first ray of dawn that would bring her death.

She saw her sisters rising out of the flood: they were as pale as herself; but their long beautiful hair waved no more in the wind, and had been cut off. She has given us a knife: here it is, see it is very sharp. Haste, then; he or you must die before sunrise. Kill the prince and come back; hasten: do you not see the first red streaks in the sky? In a few minutes the sun will rise, and you must die. She bent down and kissed his fair brow, then looked at the sky on which the rosy dawn grew brighter and brighter; then she glanced at the sharp knife, and again fixed her eyes on the prince, who whispered the name of his bride in his dreams.

She was in his thoughts, and the knife trembled in the hand of the little mermaid: then she flung it far away from her into the waves; the water turned red where it fell, and the drops that spurted up looked like blood. While she gives up her life for the young prince, she fails to win his heart and refuses to kill him in order to be able to become a mermaid once again.

It is this otherness that invites us to further examine the story. The reactions were so heated that Andersen waited one year before deciding to press forward with his future fairy tale publications J. His subsequent editions of Fairy Tales, Told for Children received similar animosity.

As with his critics before, however, it was not the fate of the beautiful sculpture to sit unchallenged.

To me the statue is very dear, but I feel that she stands as a warning rather than an ideal to women of all ages. It is perhaps this end result that disturbed so many of the contemporary reviewers. Because the story is not about the redemptive power of love, but in fact about the conflict of religious belief and idea of the soul, therein lies the controversy.

Christians would of course somehow relate their worth to God, and attain a moral essence through faith. In Christian and Romantic terms, she has found her Self. Ultimately, she is a figure of rightful Christian rebellion who is rewarded with the legacy of a martyr.

The Little Mermaid: Hans Christian Andersen's Feminine Identification

Thus the power of the image would be what remains the audience of children, if not also with adults. What appeals to the reader, or at least is memorable to them, include multiple illustrations wherein the conflict between animal and human, evolution of one and de-evolution of the other, meet face-to- face.

An examination of some of the illustrations reveals this conflict between changing relationships to nature. Bettelheim has written about the most infamous Little Red Riding Hood illustration wherein she and the wolf are in bed together: The wolf is depicted as rather placid.

But the girl appears to be beset by powerful ambivalent feelings as she looks at the wolf resting beside her. She makes no move to leave. She seems most intrigued by the situation, attracted and repelled at the same time. The combination of feelings her face and body suggest can be best described as fascination.

Lastly, in the most violent image within the collection see Figure 6 , man is depicted as de-evolving as a man is showing murdering his own children. The images are haunting, to say the very least.

Figure 1 left. Had every child become a Dauphin of France? He could hardly tell where he should begin to praise it—it was so far beyond all other editions and would probably remain so.

The print was a delight to the eye.

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The landscapes were admirable transcripts from nature. The surroundings of the Sleeping Beauty were really enchanting. He risked the prophecy, in short, that Perrault would never find so brilliant and tender an interpreter again. What then of this comparison? If this small selection of artifacts can reveal such a wide area of scholarship about the concept of the immortal versus mortal soul, the role of violence between social hierarchies, and the fear between evolving and de- evolving animals and humans, then these popular culture artifacts deserve this additional attention.

They perform the cultural, scientific, and religious fears that haunted nineteenth-century adult audiences throughout Europe as they reconsidered their relationship to Nature and what they had inherited from the English Romanticists and a generation of violent revolutions that they chose to ingratiate within their own children and the future they will also face.

Harris 14 Works Cited Allemano, Marina. Andersen, Hans Christian. New York: Dover, Andersen, Jens. Tiina Nunnally.Zipes says having deluded herself into thinking she can attract the prince, or patron, she has nothing more to do but "kill herself, thereby creating an artistic tragedy.

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It is established that The Little Mermaid shares many similarities to events and letters between Anderson and his good friend Edvard Collin. On the ship, in which she had left the prince, there were life and noise; she saw him and his beautiful bride searching for her; sorrowfully they gazed at the pearly foam, as if they knew she had thrown herself into the waves. I am with him, I see him every day.

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