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The Nutcracker and the Mouse King A magical tale from the world of childhood and fantasy By E.T.A. Hoffmann – Retold in a modern style

 The Nutcracker and the Mouse King


A magical tale from the world of childhood and fantasy

By E.T.A. Hoffmann – Retold in a modern style




Christmas Eve... Where the Story Begins


Everything sparkled in young Clara’s home... the Christmas tree shimmered with lights, gifts piled beneath it, and the scent of sweets filled the air.

But what truly captured Clara’s heart wasn’t a doll or an ordinary toy—it was a small wooden soldier with a stern face and a gentle smile: The Nutcracker.



An Unusual Gift


Then came Godfather Drosselmeyer, a mysterious toymaker in a long coat and thick glasses.

From his bag, he brought out a strange toy—a soldier with funny features and a moving jaw to crack nuts.

Everyone laughed, but Clara felt something special... as if a soul was hiding inside the toy, calling to her.



The Battle at Midnight


At midnight, Clara returned to check on her wounded Nutcracker—it had been broken during play.

But the room began to change... the walls stretched, shadows moved... and suddenly—


The Mouse King, with seven heads, appeared with his army swarming under the tree!

From the toy boxes rose an army of dolls, led by the Nutcracker—the battle had begun!




Victory and a Magical Thanks


Though the Nutcracker fought bravely, he was about to lose—until Clara grabbed her slipper and threw it with all her might at the Mouse King!

The enemy fell, silence returned. The Nutcracker turned to her and smiled... then, in a swirl of magic, he transformed into a handsome prince.




A Journey to the Land of Dreams

The prince took Clara’s hand, and together they journeyed through snowy forests and into the enchanting Kingdom of Sweets,

where the Sugar Plum Fairy awaited them, along with a land filled with chocolate, tea, and honey.



Everything there was beautiful, soft, and filled with dance. People performed magical dances in Clara’s hon


Back Again... But to Where?

lara woke up in her bed, with the wooden Nutcracker beside her.

Had it all been just a dream? Or are there hidden realms that only open for pure hearts?




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