The Ugly Duckling

Autumn came, and the leaves in the forest turned to orange and gold. Then, as winter approached, the wind caught them as they fell and whirled them in the cold air. The clouds, heavy with hail and snow-flakes, hung low in the sky, and the raven stood on the ferns crying, “Croak, croak.” It made one shiver with cold to look at him. 

All this was very sad for the poor little duckling. One evening, just as the sun set amid radiant clouds, there came a large flock of beautiful birds out of the bushes. The duckling had never seen any like them before. They were swans, and they curved their graceful necks, while their soft plumage shown with dazzling whiteness.
They uttered a singular cry, as they spread their glorious wings and flew away from those cold regions to warmer countries across the sea. As they mounted higher and higher in the air, the ugly little duckling felt quite a strange sensation as he watched them. He whirled himself in the water like a wheel, stretched out his neck towards them, and uttered a cry so strange that it frightened himself. Could he ever forget those beautiful, happy birds; and when at last they were out of his sight, he dived under the water, and rose again almost beside himself with excitement.

He knew not the names of these birds, nor where they had flown, but he felt towards them as he had never felt for any other bird in the world. He was not envious of these beautiful creatures, but wished to be as lovely as they. Poor ugly creature, how gladly he would have lived even with the ducks had they only given him encouragement.

--And the old swans bowed their heads before him.

Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his wing; for he did not know what to do, he was so happy, and yet not at all proud. He had been persecuted and despised for his ugliness, and now he heard them say he was the most beautiful of all the birds. Even the elder-tree bent down its bows into the water before him, and the sun shone warm and bright. Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart, “I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling.”

I hope you get some idea of the bag. If you want to see a better photo, google Minna Parikka and you'll see the white version of it. Photos by me, random quotes from H.C. Andersen's Ugly Duckling.


churfera said...

Beautiful pictures, so original bag (I've checked her web, is amazing!) and I love the coat!

elle s'ennuie said...

Your pictures are beautiful! The Ugly Duckling was one of my favourite fairytales as a child, I used to listen to a recording of it in my parents' room in cold winter evenings (old vinyl records!).

P.S. I'm an Estonian, that's how I know the language. :D

Anonymous said...

Beautiful pictures, they really capture the mood of the story... you look gorgeous, I love the bag!!!

Aliliisa said...

aivan ihana takki! mistä oot löytänyt ton, kun itelläni on vielä metsästyksen alla sopiva mekko takki :D

Anniina said...

churfera: Why, thanks! Minna Parikka is the best. :)

elle s'ennuie: Thank you! I really wonder why I only see swans when it's rainy and grey..

Harlow: Nice to hear that! I was lucky to find that bag. :-)

Aliliisa: Se on H&M:ltä! Siellä oli ainakin viime viikolla vielä tollasia tummansinisiä. :-)

Anonymous said...

Hei, tykkään blogistasi kovin, ja olet oikein sievä :) Ainut juttu mikä häiritsee, niin voisitko pistää tarkemmin asusi osasten ostopaikat?

Mutta kiitos kivoista hetkistä blogisi parissa!

Anniina said...

Anonyymi: Hyvä kun sanoit, se on jossain vaiheessa unohtunut.. :)Kiva että olet viihtynyt!

dearilou said...

Fantastic post and fantastic bag!

shoegarfreeruby said...

great bag! im a minna parikka fan myself and would like to know where you got it?

Anniina said...

dearilou: Thank you so much! =)

shoegarfreeruby: Yes it is! I found it in
http://huuto.net/fi/ , which is a Finnish auction site. :)

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