Drift into dreamland with today' story, Grandmother. A classic tale by Hans Christian Andersen. Immerse yourself in the enchanting world of classic fairy tales with this soothing black screen audiobook. Dive into a dreamy retelling of one your favorite stories as the voice of an elderly British lady narrates each fable aloud with a soothing and comforting voice.
So sleepyheads, let the power of a dark screen and the captivating words whisk you away to a magical realm of dreams while you listen to this terrific tale.
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Story courtesy of Hans Christian Andersen
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this incredible story with others grandmother by Hans Christian Anderson grandmother is so very
old she has so many wrinkles and her hair is completely white but her eyes shine just like
two stars yes yet they are much more beautiful they are so gentle so wonderful to look into and
then she knows the most delightful stories and she has a gown
of heavy rustling silk with great
big flowers in it grandmother knows a great deal for she was alive long before father and mother
that much is certain she has a hym book with heavy clasps of silver and often reads from it in the
middle of the book is a rose which is very flat and dry and not nearly so lovely as the Roses
she has in the vase yet she smiles at it the most sweetly of all and the tears even come into
her eyes why is it that grandmother looks that way at the withered flower in
the old book do you
know why every time her tears fall upon the rose its colors become fresh again the rose swells
and fills the whole room with its perfume the walls sink as if they were made of mist and all
about her is the green beautiful wood with the summer sunlight streaming through the leaves
of the trees and grandmother wise she's young again a lovely girl with yellow curls and round
red cheeks pretty graceful fresher than any Rose but the eyes the mild blessed eyes they are still
grandmother's eyes beside her is a man so young strong and handsome he hands her a rose and she
smiles grandmother cannot smile like that now yes the smile is coming back now he has gone and with
him many other thoughts and forms of the past the handsome man has gone and only the rose lies in
the hym book and grand mother yes she still sits there an Old Woman glancing down at the withered
Rose in her book now grandmother is dead she was sitting in her armchair telling a long long
lovely sto
ry and now the story is finished she said I'm very tired let me sleep a little
and then she leaned back breathed gently and slept but it became quieter and quieter as her
face became full of happiness and peace it was as if the sunshine spread over her features and
then they said she was dead she was laid in the Black Coffin and lay shr cled in folds of white
linen looking so beautiful though her eyes were closed all the wrinkles were gone and there was a
smile on her lips her hair was so s
ilvery and so venerable and one wasn't at all afraid to look at
the corpse for it was sweet dear good grandmother the hym book was placed under her head as she had
wished and the rose was still in the old book and then they buried grandmother they planted a rose
tree on the grave beside the churchyard wall it was full of roses and the Nightingale sang over
it and and in the church the organ peeled forth the finest Psalms Psalms that were written in the
book under the dead one's head and the
moon Shone down on the grave but the Dead one wasn't there
any child could Venture safely even at night and pluck a rose there beside the churchyard wall a
dead person knows more than all we living ones know the dead know what Terror would sweep over
us if the strange thing were to happen that they should return Among Us the dead are better than
we and they return no more dust has been piled over the coffin dust is inside it the leaves
of the hym book are dust and the rose with all its mem
ories is asleep but above Bloom fresh roses
the Nightingale sings the organ Peels and we think of the old grandmother with the gentle eternally
young eyes eyes can never die ours will sometime behold grandmother again as young and beautiful
as when for the first time she kissed the fresh red rose which is now dust in her grave thank you
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or my relaxing insomnia relief sleep videos I hope you have sweet dreams and don't forget
to come back soon for another terrific Tale
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