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Peter Christen Asbjornsen
Peter Christen Asbjørnsen (1812–1885) was a Norwegian writer, scholar, and collector of folklore. He is best known for his collaboration with Jørgen Moe in collecting and publishing Norwegian folktales, notably in "Norske Folkeeventyr" ("Norwegian Folktales"), first published in 1841. Asbjørnsen's work played a key role in preserving Norway's cultural heritage and shaping its national identity. In addition to folktales, he also wrote scientific works, particularly on forestry and natural history.
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The wind was whistling through the old lime and maple trees opposite my windows, the snow was sweeping down the street, and the sky was black as a December sky can possibly be here in Christiania. I was in just as black a mood. It was Christmas Eve,—the first I was to spend away from the cosey fireside of my home. I had lately received my officer's commission, and had hoped that I should have...
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EAST OF THE SUN AND WEST OF THE MOON Once on a time there was a poor husbandman who had so many children that he hadn’t much of either food or clothing to give them. Pretty children they all were, but the prettiest was the youngest daughter, who was so lovely there was no end to her loveliness. So one day, ’twas on a Thursday evening late at the fall of the year, the weather was so wild and rough...
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