Fairy Tale Scrapbook
fashionpr0n:

"The Ugly Duckling" Makeup by Tal Peleg

fashionpr0n:

"The Ugly Duckling" Makeup by Tal Peleg

faeryhearts:

The apple trees were blooming and the lilac bushes stretched their flower-covered branches over the water of a winding canal. Everything was so beautiful: so fresh and green. Out of a forest of rushes came three swans. They ruffled their feathers and floated so lightly on the water. The ugly duckling recognized the birds and felt again that strange sadness come over him.
“I shall fly over to them, those royal birds! And they can hack me to death because I, who am so ugly, dare to approach them! What difference does it make? It is better to be killed by them than to be bitten by the other ducks, and pecked by the hens, and kicked by the girl who tends the henyard; or to suffer through the winter.”And he lighted on the water and swam toward the magnificent swans. When they saw him, they ruffled their feathers and started to swim in his direction. They were coming to meet them.“Kill me,” whispered the poor creature, and bent his head humbly while he waited for death. But what was that he saw in the water? It was his own reflection; and he was no longer an awkward, clumsy, grey bird, so ungainly and so ugly. He was a swan!— The Ugly Duckling, by Hans Christian Andersen.

faeryhearts:

The apple trees were blooming and the lilac bushes stretched their flower-covered branches over the water of a winding canal. Everything was so beautiful: so fresh and green. Out of a forest of rushes came three swans. They ruffled their feathers and floated so lightly on the water. The ugly duckling recognized the birds and felt again that strange sadness come over him.


“I shall fly over to them, those royal birds! And they can hack me to death because I, who am so ugly, dare to approach them! What difference does it make? It is better to be killed by them than to be bitten by the other ducks, and pecked by the hens, and kicked by the girl who tends the henyard; or to suffer through the winter.”

And he lighted on the water and swam toward the magnificent swans. When they saw him, they ruffled their feathers and started to swim in his direction. They were coming to meet them.

“Kill me,” whispered the poor creature, and bent his head humbly while he waited for death. But what was that he saw in the water? It was his own reflection; and he was no longer an awkward, clumsy, grey bird, so ungainly and so ugly. He was a swan!
— The Ugly Duckling, by Hans Christian Andersen.
Mirror of Erised?

Mirror of Erised?