Good morning, Mr. Andersen!
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Without Copenhagen, many of Andersen’s fairy tales are unthinkable – not only “Kaloshi of Happiness” or “Drop of Water”, where the city is a plot, but also “Light, and “Snow Queen”. Andersen knew the city thoroughly and loved, as well as the country - a country in which there are no mountains, no forests, but many islands, sea and blond Danes, and towers, spires and bell towers more than houses.
Let us also travel in time and walk along Copengen along the Ansersen route, and the appearance of the amazing storyteller will become more distinct and clear. During the walk, we will imagine the life of Andersen – the life of a person who was in daily wonder before the world around him.
We will walk along the old stone pavements, which are still preserved in some places, we will step on the slabs of sidewalks on which Andersen walked. And of course, we will visit the house where the great storyteller lived. Walk past the Royal Academy of Arts, which overlooks the romantic old Newhavn Harbour. On the embankment lined up, tightly pressed against each other, colorful houses of the XVII-XVIII centuries. They are cheerful not only coloring, but also because almost everyone on the ground floor or in the basement found a place sailors beer, bars, taverns.
At the piers are old schooners smelling of sea and fish with carved bushprits, rusty anchors, deflated red sails and high masts ...
On the waterfront of Newhavn, on the house number 67 hangs a memorial plaque: "Here for several years, up to 1867, lived H. K. Andersen."
Bright neat house, flower vases, porcelain figurines in the windows, cozy curtains hang... Here live now ordinary people, accustomed to this house and ceased to think that a hundred and twenty years ago in these rooms lived and worked great storyteller.
On the opposite bank of the harbor there are two houses next to each other: No. 18 and No. 20. In the house number 20 Andersen wrote his first fairy tales in 1835, and in the house number 18 he lived the last years of his life.
From his windows he saw schooners arriving with a catch, heard the songs of sailors... and this helped him create his fairy tales.
Imagine him leaving the house number 18, walking along the embankment. Residents respectfully welcome the writer. He is known and respected by many.
Children’s faces pop out of the windows and one hears, “Good morning, Mr. Andersen!”