He too was a magnificent swan with white wings - Anche lui era un magnifico cigno dalle ali bianche
The poor duckling then decided to run away.
He crossed fields and meadows, swam on the water for a long time, but because of his ugliness he was neglected from all animals. One evening a flock of large, beautiful birds emerged from the bushes; never had the duckling seen such beautiful birds. They were swans, dazzlingly white, with long, lithe necks and large white wings. I want to go to those royal birds! – And he flew into the water heading towards them. But what did he ever see in the clear water? He saw the image of him beneath him, and it was no longer the ugly bird he once was, grey and awkward, he too was a magnificent swan with white wings and as he rustled his feathers of his beautiful wings and held his slender neck high, he cried out with a full heart: "I never dreamed there could be so much happiness, when I was the ugly duckling."
(Hans Cristian Andersen – The Ugly Duckling)
He too was a magnificent swan with white wings - Anche lui era un magnifico cigno dalle ali bianche
The poor duckling then decided to run away.
He crossed fields and meadows, swam on the water for a long time, but because of his ugliness he was neglected from all animals. One evening a flock of large, beautiful birds emerged from the bushes; never had the duckling seen such beautiful birds. They were swans, dazzlingly white, with long, lithe necks and large white wings. I want to go to those royal birds! – And he flew into the water heading towards them. But what did he ever see in the clear water? He saw the image of him beneath him, and it was no longer the ugly bird he once was, grey and awkward, he too was a magnificent swan with white wings and as he rustled his feathers of his beautiful wings and held his slender neck high, he cried out with a full heart: "I never dreamed there could be so much happiness, when I was the ugly duckling."
(Hans Cristian Andersen – The Ugly Duckling)