Flower Fables

Louisa May Alcott

Capitolo 6

what as a mighty altar you/he/she was sending on clouds of perfume from his
affronts, while flowers danced gayly in the wind in summer, and birds sang
their hymn in the morning among the green and fresh leaves.  Then tall above,
on bright wings, a small form flew aloft.  The light of the sun slightly remained
on the silky hair, and the winds lovingly ventilated the bright face,
and it brought the sweetest odors to make the typhus for her.

This way it overcame Violet the clear air, and earth looked
smiling above at her, as, with the bright garland folded up in her
arm, she flew among the soft one white clouds.

On and on her it went, on hill and valley, wide rivers and
woods that rustle, cultivate the warm light of the sun passed away the winds,
often grown cold and the air with falling snow.  Then far under
she saw the house of the Cold-king.  Pillars of hard ice, grey they sustained
the tall one, arched roof, suspended with icicles of crystal.  Dark gardens
 placed around, full with faded flowers and it discovers, while bending himself/herself/itself trees;
while heavy clouds hung least in the dark sky and a cold wind
sadly murmured through the winter air.

With a Violet of the heart of the beating its garland of evanescence folded up more from nearby
to his/her breast, and with tired wings it flew ahead to the dark building.

Here, in front of the closed doors it sustained a lot of forms with dark faces and
sour bawls, discordant that austerely they asked to the small trembling Fairy
because she came to them.

Softly she responded, while dicendoloro his/her errand, imploring them
to leave his passes first the cold wind damaged its fragile flowers.
Then them the wide flung the doors, and she passed in.

Walls of ice, carved with strange figures they were around her;
the bright icicles hung from the tall roof and soft snow, white
covered the hard floors.  On a suspended throne with sat clouds
the Cold-king;  a crown of border of crystals his/her white locks, and
a beaten dark mantle with cold-job delicate you/he/she was folded up on
his/her cold breast.
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