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Chapter 1 - Karlsson-on-the-Roof On a perfectly ordinary street in Stockholm, in a perfectly ordinary house, lives a perfectly ordinary family. Fantasy Novel about two brothers' adventures in the worlds after this one My brother, Jonathan Lionheart, is the person I want to tell you about. His last name was Lion, just like Mother’s and mine. Astrid Lindgren Karlsson on the Roof - Free download as PDF File .pdf), Text File .txt) or read online for free.
I swear I have this photo of myself as a kid, spitting image then, now my hair is white orange mixed, I m sure Pippi would have the same as an older and sti Sign in to see more Lisa Pippi Longstocking By Astrid Lindgren I think Swedish schools today are far too influenced by Astrid Lindgren s most famous character There is not a single person in this country who doesn t know the story of how Pippi L ngstrump started school Her friends Tommy and Annika told her that they get to have a Christmas break , and Pippi, al Sign in to see more Manny Pippi Longstocking By Astrid Lindgren Since I love Scandinavian authors and review many Swedish and Norwegian novels, I m often asked what the best language is if you re planning to read one in translation It s early days yet, but I m starting to feel and certain that the answer is German Just like Komet im Mumintal , which I r Sign in to see more Manybooks Pippi Longstocking By Astrid Lindgren Astrid Lindgren s Pippi Longstocking originally published in Swedish as Pippi L ngstrump in is likely one of the most well known and famous Swedish children s books of all time it has been translated into than 50 languages and is still globally loved and admired The original concept for the no Sign in to see more Ahmad Sharabiani Pippi Longstocking By Astrid Lindgren Pippi L ngstrump Poppi Lang strump, Astrid Lindgren 20 Pippi L ngstrump Poppi Lang strump, Astrid Lindgren 20 1 2 Sign in to see more Nomes Pippi Longstocking By Astrid Lindgren Here s my daughter reading PippiFirst, the story Pippi was written in the s and it s still utterly captivating to this generation Pippi is such an endearing character, irreverent, infectiously ridiculous and charmingly caring Bonus to all kids everywhere she makes adults look silly and Sign in to see more sweet pea Pippi Longstocking By Astrid Lindgren i was thrilled by the thought of a new version of Pippi illustrated by Lauren Child i grew up on Pippi besides my wild hairstyles, she also taught me how to be spunky and lie extravagantly perhaps i m hard lined but, certain aspects of this new translation leave me cold Ephraim Longstocking being a
Then he rose and fle t ice around the room. Then you'll see for yourself. Eric did not ans er. The 3orld's :astest Tidy- upper, that's Karlsson-on-the-Roof, and everyone kno s it. Oh, so much depended on! Eric darted out into the kitchen. That as here the s2ueak came from. Eric slipped into his place and unfolded his napkin. This as the hour of triumph for Eric.
Eric ent on ahead. This coffee time after dinner as nearly the nicest part of the hole day. Other ise they did not al ays have time to listen. Eric as annoyed. Eric nodded his head. Then he heard a heavenly sound.
Eric as in despair. Karlsson snatched it from him. Eric felt very content hen he heard Karlsson say this. The 3orld's est Thinker-upper"that's Karlsson-on-the-Roof. Slo ly, slo ly the tent moved in their direction. Only in the nick of time did they reach the safety of Eric's room. Then he ent into his room and sat do n to ait for Karlsson. Eric had recently had the measles and kne hat it meant to have a temperature. Think how soft their noses are. Jonathan laughed at me and said: Jonathan wanted me to guess.
The kitchen at Knights Farm must be ancient. And at the end of the path lay Knights Farm with the green notice on the gate. Fyalar had a white blaze on his forehead. I understood why Jonathan thought so. You almost felt like sitting there and thinking a little. Actually there were two houses there. It felt as if you could drink it. I thought. He was already standing by the door and just about to go in. It was a nice bench and a nice corner.
All the same. At home! I told Jonathan about the note I had left on the kitchen table for Mother. As we were riding around in that beautiful valley of ours. I asked him: I like lying in an ancient old cupboard-bed in an ancient old kitchen.
Chapter 4 And the next morning we went riding. I see a branch of a cherry tree swaying in the evening breeze. I could ride. For Jonathan said we must be dressed so that it suited the times we were living in now.
But Jonathan when he was riding! The woman who had thought that my brother liked a prince in a saga. The days of campfires and sagas.
He was nearly always dressed like that. And then the fire gets smaller and smaller. We had taken some out for me. I mean. But you could also say that they were young days. Tells me and tells me and tells me. There were lots of clothes in a cupboard at Knights Farm. We heard cocks crowing and dogs barking and sheep and goats bleating. I look after them for her--quite free. And then he said so quietly that I hardly heard it: I wanted to see it at once.
The village must have just awakened. Then Jonathan looked strangely at me. I wanted to know everything about Cherry Valley and Nangiyala. Jonathan said that he would. A woman with a basket on her arm came toward us on the path. There was a secret drawer in the sideboard.
We had an old sideboard in a corner of the kitchen. I wanted to see if it was exactly like what Jonathan had told me. Not in Nangiyala! At least not here in Cherry Valley! We rode through the meadows. I thought he would tell me what was on his piece of paper when he wanted me to know. Now you can take the basket yourselves.
Jonathan had told me something about it. You must sleep now. I think. She was dressed in an oldfashioned way. There was a loaf of bread in it and a bottle of milk. Then he laughed again. I said that it was adventurous and marvelous enough as it was with Knights Farm and our horses and rabbits and everything. What luck that we landed up here! Here in Cherry Valley.
He unrolled it and read something that was written on it. And then you ride off. Then I happened to think of something. We give to each other and help each other according to what is needed. Jonathan laughed. Just like that. I asked Jonathan who the Golden Cockerel was.
We meet there and talk about what we have to talk about. Karl Lionheart. When dusk began to fall. I got a fine perch and Jonathan got two. I was not really used to meeting people. They ran free in the meadows outside Knights Farm.
Jonathan said it was time we were on our way to the Golden Cockerel. What excitement there was when we came in. I realized that Jonathan had made them. But then she sat there in silence.
You must all be kind to him. Although he could do everything so much better than I could. Everyone sitting there in the tap room looked almost a little reverently at Sofia. I noticed something else. She was glad of that. Then he locked the sideboard and put the key in an old mortar high up on a shelf in the kitchen. It certainly suited my surname much better. We whistled for Grim and Fyalar. Afterward we went swimming for a while and I dived off the bridge!
Just think that I dared to! And then Jonathan made me a fishing rod just like his own and we caught some fish.
Jonathan showed me what to do. I shot quite well. We cooked the fish in our big fireplace. Both of them! The tap room was packed with people when we went in. It was funny with Jonathan. He never boasted. But first we rode into the yard and tied Grim and Fyalar up alongside a large number of other horses standing there. I too. Jonathan said: But Jonathan said: She smiled kindly and asked what I thought of my horse and wondered whether Jonathan could come and help her in the garden some day.
And we saw the sign.
That was right what Jonathan had said about your needing a horse in Nangiyala. I think every single person in Cherry Valley had come riding in to the Golden Cockerel that evening. But these were larger and finer. We set up a target on the stable door and we shot at it all afternoon.
Suddenly I felt afraid and shy. Men and women.
I wanted to be called Karl very much. We saddled them there and mounted. And you can come to the Golden Cockerel whenever you like. You nearly laughed your head off yourself at that. The lights glowed in a friendly way through the windows and you really felt like trying out what it was like to go into an inn.
But before he let me go. I tried to guess which was the Earth Star. But Jonathan had said that life was easy and simple here in Cherry Valley. Never had I seen so many stars and never such brilliant ones. But suddenly. I asked: What was it that was remarkable about her? It was fun at the inn. But I think they liked Jonathan best. It was a chilly. It was as if occasionally happened to think about something else. She was sitting there in her simple clothes. We sang lots of songs.
Or were they? Sometimes I had a feeling that they had some secret troubles. What is there so special about Sofia. And Sofia. Though afterward. Jonathan and I.
I think we have. I looked at everything. Her house was on the outskirts of Cherry Valley. She greeted us kindly. I suppose she wanted to be sure that no one could either see or hear what we were doing. Sofia looked sorrowfully at him and then said: I had never seen him like that. Jonathan started digging and weeding in that way you have to in the spring. I suppose. She was quite sorrowful and at once said in a low to Jonathan: Poor Sofia. She went and gazed up toward the mountains.
We soon went back to Jonathan. Sofia ran ahead of us into the house. It was exactly what a Queen of the Pigeons should look like. What was she looking for? Who was she expecting? We were soon to know. I remembered her. When I saw them. But now I see. Then she caught sight of us. Thank God. While Sofia took me around.
Out of it. One morning. She took us into a little room off the kitchen. I recognized neither him nor his voice. And the message had gone. Up in Wolf Gorge. We rode over there in the morning. It was quite a way to Tulip Farm. And he needs bondsmen. I was afraid then. But God help him. Though we have to do it secretly. He sat there in silence. Instead he told me what it was that was so special about Sofia. Jonathan said. But instead I was sitting there so terrified that I could hardly think.
I asked. Sofia sighed and then said: Now that Sofia has said that I may. But the people in the valleys knew the paths and could travel freely to see each other. It has been like that. I had been going around so calmly. And suddenly I remembered what we had in the sideboard at home. Then Jonathan told me about Karmanyaka. Jonathan sat down on the floor with his back against the wall. I know that you are already scared.
I thought of our small rabbits at home. And then--believe it or not--then I saw someone standing in the dark corner over by the sideboard. But first I was allowed to read what was on it.
Find out who. You have a traitor there. I dreamt about Tengil and dead pigeons and the prisoner in Katla Cavern and I cried out in my sleep. I was allowed to open it and close it several times.
But he showed me how to open the secret drawer. There was someone else out riding that morning. Someone in Cherry Valley must have betrayed his hiding place. Then he closed it himself and locked the sideboard and put the key back in the mortar.
The man with the red beard--what was his name. No one except Sofia knew who he really was. It was just something Sofia had to know about. Jonathan why we should have secret messages in our sideboard. It was not easy for him to calm me down. How can you ask me to take you with me when I need all my strength for something else? There was a little mumble from Jonathan. It was lovely. I thought about the saga of Tengil.
Then he looked at me very strangely and said: I asked Jonathan why he had to undertake something so dangerous. I knew that he understood better than I did.
I could feel myself getting angrier and angrier. I was sad and angry so that everything boiled inside me. And then Jonathan started talking about Tengil! For Orvar was even more important than Sofia. That was in the evening as we were sitting warming ourselves by the fire in our kitchen.
But then Jonathan said there were things you have to do even if they are dangerous. I have only one brother. It was late now. He gave me newly baked bread with butter and honey on it. And I was left alone. He was going to rescue Orvar from Katla Cavern. It was perfectly still and peaceful. We were lying in the green grass down by the stream. He was kind to me. I was as if mad with grief and I ran to the stable and got Fyalar out and threw myself into the saddle and set off after Jonathan.
I t was just as well not to know anything about Katla on such a lovely morning. But then Jonathan said something even worse than everything else. How could he think that I would stay at Knights Farm for a single minute without him? I had. It was unbearable. Then the day came. And now he wanted to leave me again. And you must believe me when I say it was as if my heart would break.
You could lie like that and feel happy and sing a little to yourself. I remembered what Sofia and Jonathan had preached to me. Tengil knew nothing about him.
Tengil hated Sofia. Now we had them in the oat bin in the harness room. What have you done with Jonathan? It was warm spring weather now in the daytime. Jonathan wiped something off my cheek. And they sang their songs and enjoyed themselves. Jonathan had explained to me. He was going to Tulip Farm first. I knew that. Sofia brought food for me now and then. I said that it was no use anyone trying to sideboard again. It was a good hiding place.
He patted my cheek. Without Jonathan. It seemed almost slightly less lonely just because of that. I fished a little and practiced shooting with my bow and arrows. I knew the answer. I looked after my animals. I rode like a maniac and I caught up with him just outside the farm. But Hubert was sitting there at his table. But why should I ask.
Whatever happened. I must not tell anyone what Jonathan was doing and where he had gone. I kept hoping she would say. I dreamt terrible dreams about Jonathan and worried about him every waking moment. Not a single living person! One evening I rode down to the Golden Cockerel. Then I was almost ashamed and wanted to hide. I was in the stable with Fyalar most of the time. She asked me to send a message over to her if anyone else came snooping around Knights Farm. They all stared at me. It was all I could think of saying.
Sofia went with me to the harness room and dug up the snuff box and put another message into it. Then he rode up beside me and our horses stood side by side. He was kind. The wretch. I rode home with my cakes and sat in front of the fire eating them. And I dreamt about Jonathan. Hubert was standing there. That was the only thing that helped a little when I was sad and anxious. And then I longed for Fyalar as usual. How much did he know? Did he know everything? I tried not to show how frightened I was.
I knew it. He had called to me in my dream that he needed help. Without Fyalar. I was a little bit of filth again. But then they made off and vanished in a flash among the green hummocks. It felt cold as I crept into my cupboard-bed.
What could I do? No one was so helpless as I was! I could only creep back into my bed again and lie there trembling. He would perhaps think I had tried to write a poem or something. She would never let me go. And a sack of food for myself. But Sofia would at once understand what I meant. In the darkness around me. A tinderbox to make a fire with.
I had no one to talk to. If I find him. How many times had I stood with him in his stall. Fyalar was not alone in his stall. And dangerous too. I had to decide for myself. Otherwise why would he come snooping around Knights Farm? I realized that now. I was glad and for once felt really strong and brave. I had to go out to him immediately. I banged my fist down on the rabbit hutch so that the rabbits jumped. Sofia was going to bring some soup the next day.
My brother had called for me. I tore off every blade of grass round about me. I took a bit of charcoal from the hearth and write in large letters on the kitchen wall: For it was foolish. I took them out of the hutch and carried them in my arms to the gate and showed them the lovely green Cherry Valley.
I could still hear him. The most dangerous thing of all. A nosebag full of oats for Fyalar. Neither did it help all that much when morning came and it was a bright. I ran to the stable. I sang to myself.
I would have to tell Jonathan all this when I found him. Then I hurried to get things ready. She would have to know. I thought then.. A blanket to wrap around me when I had to sleep. The hours went by. I had nothing but bread. But I realized how impossible that was. My heart began to thump. Of course. I sat for hours out with my rabbits and thought about what I should do. Then my courage ran out of me all at once. So I decided. Too late to stop me.
Hubert was the traitor. The rabbits--well. He straight into the harness room and I ran after him. I felt like sinking my teeth into it at once.
I left Knights Farm and rode up toward the mountains. Hubert opened the lid of the oat bin and picked up the scoop that was lying on top. Or could I? I fumbled with the piece of cloth and found a large piece of mutton. Instead Hubert said something terrible: He should have something nice. At sunrise the next morning. But then I heard him swear.
Hubert was still standing Fyalar. I thought for a long time and in the end buried the snuff box in the potato cellar. I muttered my thanks. I like white horses very much. Hubert tried to kick her. He standing there. And then I wrote on the kitchen wall a new puzzle for Sofia. Watch out! I very much wanted the meat because nothing could be better than that for my food sack. I would have to pretend that I knew nothing and understood nothing. It smelled wonderful. Sometimes it climbed steeply.
I sat like that for a long time and I thought of all the campfires that had burned in all the wildernesses of the world since the beginning of time. Wolves howling. I felt wonderful as I sat there. But Fyalar must have been very used to making his way along dangerous mountain paths. Then I wished I could just fall asleep at once before I could frighten myself.
But then I heard instead. It felt as if someone might come at me from behind. All my life I had longed to be able to sit by a campfire. I head something. But gradually it changed. Twists and turns there certainly were. I tried to put on a brave face. Soon I had twisted and turned my way away from the meadows.
My bread and my fire and my horse! And there I was. Then I made a campfire. Chapter 7 I told Fyalar what it felt like to be me.
What mountains. I collected some dry branches and twigs into a large heap and lit a bonfire. He was fine. I was happy and I sang to myself a little in my solitude. Jonathan would understand that. Someone as timid as I am could easily have died of fright. The mountains grew blackoh. Fyalar whinnied. Just then the moon rose behind a mountain peak.
Through twists and turns. I could frighten myself. My thoughts began to grind around in my head--there was sure to be someone lurking out there in the darkness. It was beautiful and a little melancholy in a lovely.
Everything became so strange. For now I could see them. I had found a little bridle path. Toward evening. But mine was burning here and now!
It grew dark around me. Now I wanted to live and be with Jonathan. But not for long. They had probably been frightened when their leader had fallen dead. Who but Hubert! There he was. I hurried to mount Fyalar. Then I howled. But then I had wanted to. I could see that. What was he going to do? As he stood there in the moonlight with the knife in his hand. What cunning treachery was to happen here in the mountains tonight? I began to shake.
Why must I be grateful to Hubert. Never have I let out such a shout. I knew we were going to die now. Gentle moonlight it was.
I could have left that to the wolf. I was so scared. I saw his open jaws and his terrible teeth that were straining to get at my throat.
He circled around me and howled. He wants me dead. I must wait for Jonathan. Their howls made Fyalar quite wild. In front of me in the moonlight the path wound its way farther up the mountain.
And then--then he drew out the knife he had in his belt. It was like riding in a dream. He was the one who would get me. But only at first. The wolves had disappeared. I knew. Hubert grinned. But then! What in the world happened then? In the middle of his leap.
Then Hubert turned white with rage and rushed at me. And me too. One was larger than the others and more insolent. The wolves were close now. What luck! Other wise I would have been lost.
So I followed you. What about? I thoughtfor now I remembered who he was. Soon they were back again. I was so glad to see him. I shouted to high heaven. It was like riding in a dream: I threw a burning branch at him and shouted loudly.
From what bow did the arrow come? Who was it who had saved my life? Someone stepped out of the shadows behind a rock. I saw you when you rode away this morning. At first. They were talking quietly to each other. Not me. Now I only wanted to sleep. So I took Fyalar by the reins and led him into the cave.
I almost like lighting one. There was a deep cleft right in the mountainside. No wolf could come climbing down from the mountains since they were too high.
I was so scared that my teeth clattered and I wished myself a thousand miles away. But they were probably not that cunning. They whinnied when they noticed Fyalar. I knew that here were two of those cruel men who had joined Tengil to destroy the green valleys of Nangiyala. Just wait until he has finished skinning the wolf. It was enough. He managed. So I lay down flat on my stomach and began to crawl toward the voices out there.
They seemed to be angry with someone. What use is he. But I was there. Calm down a bit. Who knows. It got worse and worse. I asked his forgiveness for dragging him into this kind of hardship. They were sitting out in the moonlight and were building a fire. Then I saw something really good.
In that cave we could sleep safely. Then I rolled myself up in my blanket in the darkest. I knew that if Fyalar as much as put one foot down wrong.
He wants Sofia in Katla Cavern. The great wild terror swept over me again. I was ashamed that we had a traitor in Cherry Valley. The moon was right in the cave entrance and a ray of moonlight fell straight down onto my hiding place. Who had thought out how this path to Wild Rose Valley should go? Was it necessary to let it curve its way along such miserable little outcrops.
Someone had rested in this glade before me. Shooting carrier pigeons. I burned with shame. I would have to rest somewhere for the night. It was a deep cave. Perhaps he was homesick for his stable. We have to sit here waiting in vain. I heard voices. I decided. Why had they come? Who were they? What were they doing up in the mountains at night?
I would have to find out. There must be someone else who has been able to dream up something so unnaturally terrible and beautiful. A cave. If he were to come. And yet I wanted to see him come, because now at last I would have proof. It was one thing to suspect someone, but now I would know certain, so that I could say to Sofia: A traitor is something horrible; I felt that, so that my whole body crawled with it as I lay there.
I almost stopped being afraid of the men by the fire because of that awful thingthat I was soon to see the traitor coming on his horse, just where the path came around the cliff. I was terrified at the thought, and yet I stared so that my eyes smarted, toward the places where I knew he would appear. The two men out by the fire were staring in the same direction. They also knew which way he would come. But none of us knew when. We waited.
They waited by their fire and I waited flat on my face in my cave. The moon moved away from the cave entrance, but time, that stood still. Nothing happened, we just waited, waited until I longed to jump up and down to put an end to it.