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I had a book of illustrated fairytales when I was young, and this Hans Christian Andersen story broke my heart into tiny little pieces when I was seven years old. I've never been able to see this anywhere without a glitter of tears in my eyes...


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Dec. 13th, 2013 11:21 pm (UTC)
Me, too, and about the same age, too. I wonder if maybe I wasn't too young for it, it hurt me so badly.
Dec. 13th, 2013 11:28 pm (UTC)
I think things like this hurt you, and hten strengthn you, and make you see beauty, and feel pain. THIS is what I cut my teeth on, this sort of story. The REAL fairy tales. The true ones.
Dec. 13th, 2013 11:57 pm (UTC)
Oh, yeah, that's one of the saddest stories of anyone's childhood! When people complain that today's YA is too dark, I guess they've forgotten this story, which is typically considered for even younger children.
Dec. 14th, 2013 03:47 am (UTC)
When I saw your tweet I thought this would be a post about your home country before the war and I was prepared for lots of sadness. I don't know if I ever mentioned it but I met several orphans from Albania and FYROM when I spent a semester in eastern Greece during college. Their stories were heartbreaking, as were the haunted looks on their faces.

I don't remember this Anndersen tale, and that makes me wonder if it fell out of favor at some point because so few western children have known true cold or hunger - though on the latter point, at least, it is probably more than I suspect. And on the former, well, I am not too far from the tropics, so that may explain why I never heard this particular story.
Dec. 14th, 2013 01:16 pm (UTC)
I'd heard people mention this story before in passing but have never seen it. I thought it was a full-length movie. Thanks for sharing - beautiful in its creation and heartbreaking at the same time. Now I know why people talk about it.
Dec. 14th, 2013 02:29 pm (UTC)
Oh, yes. Someone gave me an illustrated set of Andersen when I was seven, and I dutifully read the stories, because in those days I read everything I could get my hands on, but each one I approached with a greater sense of horror and dread. It wasn't for a few years that I began to perceive that these fairy tales were made up by one man, and little girls were not going to come to a good end--even the toy ones.

The one that gave me the worst nightmares was "The girl who trod on a loaf."
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