On a beautiful sunny morning, two little elves, Panka and Peter, went for a walk in this beautiful meadow. The bright green leaves of the trees and the colourful, fragrant flowers were all waving at them. Bee, the tiny bee,
In the depths of a forest, where the snow is always white and the pines are always green, there hides the secret home of the fairy godmothers...
The flower fairies live in a small clearing surrounded by velvety grass and a gently trickling stream. They chase and play in the meadow all day long, their light bodies resting on the backs of the caressing breezes to race with the colourful butterflies...
Once upon a time, across seven countries, even across the Peruvian Sea, there was a poor lad, Peter the Strong...
Once upon a time, in the past and in the present, beyond the seven seas, beyond the mountains of glass, there was a king and his three daughters...
Once upon a time, across seven and seven lands, there was a king with three handsome sons. This king was always sad, he had neither night nor day, for he was very sad...
Once upon a time there was a poor man and the poor man had three sons. This poor man had only a small garden...
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful fairy maiden called Fairy. Elf was none other than the flower fairy. It was her job to make sure that the flowers bloomed in the spring and that there was always an abundance of colour for Mother's Day...
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful garden called Flowerland. In Flowerland, the most beautiful and extraordinary flowers lived their daily lives...
Once upon a time, across seven and seven lands, even beyond the glass mountain, where the little pig with the short tail is a prowler, there was a king, and his son John. Once the king said to his son, who was just a boy, 'Go, my son, see the world and the country, and let your feet be your feet. Then you will be a good man. He threw a sling around his neck and a staff in his hand, bade farewell to his father and mother, and went to the seventeen countries. As he goes, as he goes, he meets on the road a terribly tall, thin man. The prince greets him, and the tall man greets him. And then he looked, and looked at the tall man, and his eyes were wide open with great amazement, for he had never seen such a tall man. He said, "Who art thou, what art thou, what is thy trade? The tall, thin man answered, 'My name is Lightning-fast. I run as fast as lightning, and faster than lightning. Before he had hardly said it, a stag sprang out of the bushes. He leaps, and then he's quick as lightning, leaps one leap, leaps two, and catches up with the deer. Says the prince: 'Now I do believe you can run as fast as lightning. Come with me, let's be breadfellows, you won't regret it.
Once upon a time, it was here, it was there, it was everywhere, in fact, because spring is everywhere. Who is? The spring fairy. That's what this story is about. Imagine, it was still very cold. There was a little snow glistening at the base of the trees and bushes, but the birds had found a little green here and there. The snowdrops had bloomed too, they were beautiful in the woods and in the little gardens of the houses. The children were happy to pick them. Do you know what made snowdrops? Because the spring fairy had started to work. Because on the last day of winter - which falls on 28 or 29 February - the Fairy Godmother hands over the tasks to the Fairy Godmother, who is the first to wake up the animals and plants that have been hibernating. The trees will also begin to come alive, the grass will green up and the snowdrops will bloom. The spring fairy is so quick to see work that nature is awakening very quickly. The beautiful, fragrant purple violets are opening, the bunnies are happily hopping about on the fresh green grass, and the sun is smiling sweetly. The sun is working with the spring fairy, working and warming the earth with its rays. And it doesn't forget the water, so that the fish can have a swim. As it gets warmer, the flowers open: tulips, hyacinths, crocuses and many other spring flowers. Lots of rain in spring
Once upon a time, even across the Peruvian Sea, there was a forest. At the edge of it lived a couple in a little hut. They had no children yet, but they wanted them very much. One fine spring day, a little girl was born. They decided to plant a small oak tree. You know, acorns grow on oak trees and squirrels love them. They build a little hole in it and collect the acorns there for the winter. This oak tree was no ordinary tree, but a magic oak tree. They planted it, and when they woke up in the morning, they couldn't see the top of the tree. It grew so high that they couldn't even see the leaves, because they were covered by clouds. During the night this tree grew so tall that it reached up to the clouds. They wondered why it had grown so tall, what could be on top of this tree? How could this even happen? What should they do about it? The father figured they should cut it down so they would never have heating problems again. They'd have enough wood for their grandchildren and even their great-grandchildren. "Oh, my dear husband, let us leave this tree!" said his wife. It is a real, beautiful miracle! Let's see what's on top of it! All day and all night long they wondered