English Translation

another Christmas as in the previous year - Madam Jensen's children put curiously amusing hours in the anchor.... Come to their heads through the door crevice to see the miracle Batavia, who has the bags full....1" Batavia. "It doesn't help anything," pushed Jen- But there came on Christmas morning when he came back from his aisle, "a visit to his hut. Batavia still has to lie on the ground. No one has a safe straw spill and lazed into the day hole free for the Rasmussen." So Batavia came in. Near the sky. The stars glittered through The door was opened. Police those with the ball eyes searched in the ice flowers of the small window the Christ-Dömmerlicht in the poor Roum around. In the evening, and quietly, lovely "Rasmussen" sounded, he growled, "where are you standing?" Batavia had crawled under the duvet children's voices the steep floor stairs up into and remained silent. Jensen's police eyes had to the dark the cold attic, where Batavia got used to and spotted Batavia's large toe, which stood out of the stock. It's me, Jensen! Officially! I've put on my old evening coat by grandmother!" Jensen, on her knees an empty Madame Jensen was angry when Batavia was brought in. "Where should I put my plate? "Eat must ér yes, because of Amis", all these things?" she breathed on his husband, the police officer. The prisoner had been of the opinion of the police. "He hai zelle was fully grafted with made-up - winter supplies —, ès was the best not worthy," said Madam Jensen, "but place in the house for such things. It's Christmas today", and so she had a There was a powerful spectacle between the two and Batavia, the plate with boiled carp to the fan-sin, standing there, and she didn't know any advice either.... "Stay here in the kitchen, Rasmussen, until I come back -1" So a year went there. Young green gets loose to Jensen, looking for a different number for Batavia. It is juicy foliage and shines again under the P was cozy and warm in the kitchen, and outside the snow poured into the cozy summer heat in wonderful colors- Christmas air. magnificent attenuately into the autumn. There is flood, and a lot of wradk wood drives on. Batavia has to take care of the winter and have a warm room. And then there's a big box on it. Batavia forgot the thing with the carp and sneaks with the box into his cave. They are Christmas candles in all colors — precious chuck for rich houses. But now Batavia doesn't go from house to house to bring the candles to the man. He wants to remain alone with it. He has come up with something, he wants to make a feast, he wishes to have heaven on earth, he will wander between stars - he wants the whole world to shine with it 12 13