Die bitteren Tränen fielen auf den Jasminzweig, und mit jedem Tag, an welchem sie bleicher wurde, stand der Zweig frischer und grüner da.
Ein Schössling trieb nach dem anderen hervor, kleine weisse Knospen blühten auf, und die küsste sie.
Aber der böse Bruder schalt sie und fragte, ob sie närrisch geworden sei?
www.andersenstories.comThe bitter tears fell upon the jasmine twig, and each day, as she became paler and paler, the sprig appeared to grow greener and fresher.
One shoot after another sprouted forth, and little white buds blossomed, which the poor girl fondly kissed.
But her wicked brother scolded her, and asked her if she was going mad.
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