Dani Balkanska
THE WILD SWANS
A great cloud floating behind them appeared like a vast mountain, and upon it Eliza saw her own shadow and those of the eleven swans, looking gigantic in size. Altogether it formed a more beautiful picture than she had ever seen; but as the sun rose higher, and the clouds were left behind, the shadowy picture vanished away.
hca.gilead.org.il/wild_swa.html
That’s my favorite story.
I still remember my Mum reading me the story so often, so I wanted to be called Eliza and have eleven brothers. We used to cry almost every time when reading this fairytale. It is still my favorite. It’s just now I cry for different things.
THE WILD SWANS
A great cloud floating behind them appeared like a vast mountain, and upon it Eliza saw her own shadow and those of the eleven swans, looking gigantic in size. Altogether it formed a more beautiful picture than she had ever seen; but as the sun rose higher, and the clouds were left behind, the shadowy picture vanished away.
hca.gilead.org.il/wild_swa.html
That’s my favorite story.
I still remember my Mum reading me the story so often, so I wanted to be called Eliza and have eleven brothers. We used to cry almost every time when reading this fairytale. It is still my favorite. It’s just now I cry for different things.