THE LITTLE MOUSE WHO WANTED TO TOUCH A STAR
ΤΟ ΠΟΝΤΙΚΑΚΙ ΠΟΥ ΗΘΕΛΕ ΝΑ ΑΓΓΙΞΕΙ ΕΝΑ ΑΣΤΕΡΑΚΙ
Once upon a time there was a little mouse who, each time he gazed up at the stars in the sky, was not content just to count them … he wanted to touch them. The more his grandfather tried to make him understand that this was impossible, the greater grew his longing to make his dream come true.
Until one evening, just before Christmas, this little mouse was at last able to realize his wish – as so often happens when we want something really badly. As he walks through the living room of the house in which he is a guest, he sees, for the first time, the decorated Christmas tree. High up on top of the tree there is a silver star…
Little one runs joyfully back to his grandfather to announce the happy news and to prepare himself as best he can for the great moment. However, the way up to the top of the tree and to the star is to prove difficult and full of pitfalls. All the toys, the Christmas decorations, he meets on the way - the toy soldier, the doll, the little sailor - try to talk him out of his dream, to change his plans and to make him a participant in their own dreams.
The little mouse, however, continues unswervingly on his way to the top and to the realization of his own drea
m. And, finally, he succeeds…
THE BOY AND THE TREE
ΕΝΑ ΔΕΝΤΡΟ ΜΙΑ ΦΟΡΑ
A ragged street boy and a neglected tree, struggling to survive on a dreary city pavement make friends. In that way they escaped both the loneliness of urban life.
One evening close to Christmas, the tree, having seen the splendidly trimmed Christmas trees standing in the windows of nearby houses, and longing to be as beautiful as they are, begs the boy to trim it too. But the boy has neither ornaments nor money to buy any…
In fact he has nothing.
How can he make this withered, shriveled tree look beautiful, there in the middle of a filthy, freezing pavement? And yet this night will prove to be a very different night from every other. It will be a night when dreams come true, a night of enchantment and magic… shriveled
THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH
Η ΠΗΓΗ ΤΗΣ ΝΙΟΤΗΣ
L
ONG, LONG ago there lived somewhere among the mountains of Japan a poor woodcutter and his wife. They were very old, and had no children. Every day the husband went, alone to the forest to cut wood, while the wife sat weaving at home.
One day