TRUYỆN CỔ ANDERSEN - Trang 634

Rudy once roamed. She looks at the Alpine glow in the evening sky, which
is caused by the children of the sun retiring to rest on the mountain-tops;
and again they breathe their song of the traveller whom the whirlwind could
deprive of his cloak but not of his life. There is a rosy tint on the mountain
snow, and there are rosy gleams in each heart in which dwells the thought,
“God permits nothing to happen, which is not the best for us.” But this is
not often revealed to all, as it was revealed to Babette in her wonderful
dream.