--- title: The Buckwheat — Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen · full text with trees description: The Buckwheat, «Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen» by H. C. Andersen: the whole chapter, every sentence with its dependency tree and pragmatics. It begins: Very often, after a violent thunder-storm, a field of buckwheat appears blackened and singed, as if a flame of fire had passed over it. --- [Mova](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) · [this page in HTML](https://mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/) [home](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) / [corpora](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/) / [tales](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/) / [Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/) / The Buckwheat # The Buckwheat The Buckwheat of «Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen» by H. C. Andersen: the whole text, 35 sentences and 654 words. Every sentence has its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself. - [1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/1/) — Very often, after a violent thunder-storm, a field of buckwheat appears blackened and singed, as if a flame of fire had passed over it. - [2](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/2/) — The country people say that this appearance is caused by lightning; but I will tell you what the sparrow says, and the sparrow heard it from an old willow-tree which grew near a field of buckwheat, and is there still. - [3](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/3/) — It is a large venerable tree, though a little crippled by age. - [4](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/4/) — The trunk has been split, and out of the crevice grass and brambles grow. - [5](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/5/) — The tree bends for-ward slightly, and the branches hang quite down to the ground just like green hair. - [6](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/6/) — Corn grows in the surrounding fields, not only rye and barley, but oats,-pretty oats that, when ripe, look like a number of little golden canary-birds sitting on a bough. - [7](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/7/) — The corn has a smiling look and the heaviest and richest ears bend their heads low as if in pious humility. - [8](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/8/) — Once there was also a field of buckwheat, and this field was exactly opposite to old willow-tree. - [9](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/9/) — The buckwheat did not bend like the other grain, but erected its head proudly and stiffly on the stem. " - [10](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/10/) — I am as valuable as any other corn," said he, "and I am much handsomer; my flowers are as beautiful as the bloom of the apple blossom, and it is a pleasure to look at us. - [11](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/11/) — Do you know of anything prettier than we are, you old willow-tree?" - [12](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/12/) — And the willow-tree nodded his head, as if he would say, "Indeed I do." - [13](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/13/) — But the buckwheat spread itself out with pride, and said, "Stupid tree; he is so old that grass grows out of his body." - [14](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/14/) — There arose a very terrible storm. - [15](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/15/) — All the field-flowers folded their leaves together, or bowed their little heads, while the storm passed over them, but the buckwheat stood erect in its pride. " - [16](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/16/) — Bend your head as we do," said the flowers. - [17](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/17/) — "I have no occasion to do so," replied the buckwheat. - [18](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/18/) — "Bend your head as we do," cried the ears of corn; "the angel of the storm is coming; his wings spread from the sky above to the earth beneath. - [19](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/19/) — He will strike you down before you can cry for mercy." - [20](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/20/) — "But I will not bend my head," said the buckwheat. - [21](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/21/) — "Close your flowers and bend your leaves," said the old willow-tree. " - [22](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/22/) — Do not look at the lightning when the cloud bursts; even men cannot do that. - [23](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/23/) — In a flash of lightning heaven opens, and we can look in; but the sight will strike even human beings blind. - [24](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/24/) — What then must happen to us, who only grow out of the earth, and are so inferior to them, if we venture to do so?" - [25](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/25/) — "Inferior, indeed!" said the buckwheat. " - [26](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/26/) — Now I intend to have a peep into heaven." - [27](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/27/) — Proudly and boldly he looked up, while the lightning flashed across the sky as if the whole world were in flames. - [28](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/28/) — When the dreadful storm had passed, the flowers and the corn raised their drooping heads in the pure still air, refreshed by the rain, but the buckwheat lay like a weed in the field, burnt to blackness by the lightning. - [29](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/29/) — The branches of the old willow-tree rustled in the wind, and large water-drops fell from his green leaves as if the old willow were weeping. - [30](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/30/) — Then the sparrows asked why he was weeping, when all around him seemed so cheerful. " - [31](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/31/) — See," they said, "how the sun shines, and the clouds float in the blue sky. - [32](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/32/) — Do you not smell the sweet perfume from flower and bush? - [33](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/33/) — Wherefore do you weep, old willow-tree?" - [34](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/34/) — Then the willow told them of the haughty pride of the buckwheat, and of the punishment which followed in consequence. - [35](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/14/35/) — This is the story told me by the sparrows one evening when I begged them to relate some tale to me. - ← previous: [The Bottle Neck](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/13/) - next →: [The Butterfly](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/15/) - ↑ back to [Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/)