Hans Christian Andersenist tin soldier. Fairy tale Steadfast tin soldier. Read online

If there were twenty-five tin soldiers in the world, brothers and sisters, they were born from an old tin spoon. A towel on the shoulders, marveling right in front of you, and a beautiful uniform - red and blue! The stench lay in the box, and if they took the lid, first, what the stench smelled, it was:

Oh, tin soldiers!

Tse shouted a little lad and slapped at the valley. They gave them to you on the day of the people's day, and immediately placed them on the table.

All Soldiers turned out to be absolutely the same, and only

one single letter of the troshka is not like a moustache: the new bull has only one leg, but they left it with the rest, and there was no tin. Ale and on one foot of the veins standing so firmly, like a sewer for two, and the axis with him and become a miracle story.

On the table, where the soldiers leaned back, there were a lot of other toys, like a reminiscent of cardboard palace. A few short windows can be looked at by the hall. In front of the palace, like a small looking-glass, it looked like a lake, there were trees, and wax swans swam on the lake and marveled at the new one.

Everything was all good and cute, but the maiden who stood at the door of the castle was ugly. Vaughn tezh bula virizana from paper, ale bed on niy bula from the thinnest cambric; over her shoulder there was a little black stitch, like a scarf, and on her breasts she shone no less than the head of the girl herself. The girl stood on one leg, stretching out her arms in front of her, - there she was a dancer, - and she threw off the other one so high that the tin soldier didn’t bachiv її, virishiv that she was also one-legged, like wine.

“From me such a squad! - thinking wine. - Just out, mabut, from the nobles, live at the palace, but in me everything is just a box, that and then we have twenty five soldiers, not a place there! Ale, you can get to know! ”

I vіn took communion at the snuffbox that stood on the table. Zvіdsi vіn miraculously bachiv charіvnu dance.

In the evening, they put the tin soldiers, one crimson alone, into a box, and the people in the hut lay down to sleep. And the toys themselves began to play

I at the guest, and at the wine, and at the ball. Tin soldiers burst into the box - even if they wanted to grati - they could not lift the lid. The luskunchik was thrown over, the stylus was dancing along the doshtsi. There was such a noise and gamir, that the canary threw itself like a whistle, and not just, but with verses! Only the tin soldier and that dance did not ruin the mission. Vaughn, as before, stood on one toe, stretching out her hands forward, and Vіn stood bravely on her single foot and did not raise her eyes.

The axis struck twelve, i - click! - the lid of the snuffbox popped out, only a small black troll appeared in it, not a tyutyun, no. Snuffbox bula z focus.

Tin soldier, - saying the troll, - do not marvel where you do not need it!

Ale, the tin soldier is hollow, I don’t feel anything.

Well, shave, the axis will rise early! - said the troll.

І nastav wounds; the children came up, and they put the tin soldier on the pedestal. Raptom, by the grace of the troll, I’ll stretch it out, it’s like to get it right, and the soldier is like to fly down with his head from the third on top! That buv zhahlivy polіt. The soldier threw yoga in the air, built his helmet and bagnet between the stones of the brukivka, and stuck it down with his head.

The lad and the servant at the same time kicked the yogo, but they could not shake it, even though they hardly stepped on him with their feet. Shout out to them: I'm here! - stink, maybe, and you knew it would be yogo, that only you can’t tell the soldiers to shout at the top of their lungs - even on a new uniform.

Having hung the dripping boards, the drops fell more and more often, and the right anger rushed down. If I had vanished, two street cottonmen came.

Marvel! one said. - He's a tin soldier! Let's do yoga at the swimming pool!

And the stench smashed a boat out of a newspaper paper, put it in a new tin soldier, and watered the gutter. The boys beg and caressed in the valley. Fathers, like a wind, walked along the ditch, like a stream, there was a flow! More b pack, if such a anger!

The ship was tossed up and down, and turned so that the tin soldier was all tremtiv, ale vin trimmed steadily - a towel on his shoulders, his head straight, his chest forward.

With a raptom, the boat pierced the old masonry through the ditch. It became so dark that the soldier again handed over the box.

“Where are you taking me? - thinking wine. - So, so, all trolls of the troll! Oh, just like me, that pannochka was sitting in a churn, if you want it to be darker, and that's nothing!

Here the great watery scurry appeared, which is alive under the mistki.

Passport asked Vaughn. - Present your passport!

Ale, a tin soldier, as if taking it into your mouth, typing and squeezing a towel. The ship carried everything forward and forward, and the squinting spit followed him backwards. Wu! Like she gnashed her teeth, like she screamed at the crackles and straws that they poured nazustrich:

Trim yoga! Trim! Vin without paying the mit! Vin without a passport!

The axis of the channel is already close, it is impossible to swell. The ship was carried away by the s-pіd mіstka, the bіdolaha trimmed, like a moment, and navit with an eye without blinking. The ship turned three times, smashed it, filled it with water to the brim, and started sinking.

The little soldier was up to his neck by the water, and the boat was getting more dazzling, the papyrus was roaring. The axis of the water covered the soldier's head, and then he thought about the charming little dancer - don't bachit you any more. Wuhah at the new one sounded:

Forward pragna, warrior,

You need death!

Here the papyrus was left to rest, and the soldier went to the bottom, and then the great riba wove the chili yogo.

The fish came in with stakes, began to vibrate the most beautiful haircuts. She froze with a raptom, a glimmer hit her. Light shone, and someone shouted: "Tin soldier!" It appears that they took the fish, brought it to the market, sold it, brought it to the kitchen, and the cooker ripped open his stomach with a great knife. Then the cook took the soldier with two fingers across and brought him to the room. Everyone wanted to marvel at such a miraculous man - obviously, he had grown more expensive with the ribeye! But the tin soldier was not proud. They put Yogo on the table, and - there are no such miracles in the world! - I leaned back in the same room, swayed the quiet children, on the table stood the same toys and a miracle palace with a charming little dancer. Vaughn, like before, stood on one leg, raising her high, - there was also a stalk. The soldier was in trouble, and if he didn’t cry with tin tears, he wouldn’t be handsome. Winning marveling at her, out at another, but the stench did not utter a single word.

Raptom one of the little ones, having grabbed a tin soldier and chewed on a coarse, though the soldier did not blame anything. Tse, zvichayno, podlashtuvav troll, scho sitting at the snuffbox.

The tin soldier standing at the half-light, hoofing the zhahlivy heat, but not knowing wine or love. Farba z new zovsіm zіyshla, no one could say for a moment why - it’s more expensive than grief. Vіn marveling at the little dancer, out at the new one, and vіn vіdchuvav, scho tane, ale, like earlier, trembling steadily, not letting go of the towels. The doors to the room rapped open, the dancer blew in the wind, and there, like a sylph, fluttered right into the rudeness to the tin soldier, blew it off at once - and mute її. And the tin soldier, standing at the chest, and the lie of the rest, digging in the ashes, knew the deputy of the soldier in the heart of the tin. And in the middle of the dancers, only one glimmer was left, and the bula was burned and black, mov vugillya.

Steadfast Tin Soldier- you can read a story about the virne, the mitzne and the most sumnish kokhannya, like you can easily read it online. Before you is a story about the stability of yourself important hours, on the basis of a building soul of a loving and strong nature. You chat marvelous zbіg on the yak of a building of life, and at once from a soldier to create yoga. First of all, you will show your child self-sacrifice, as if ready to cook, if you do not get enough of another choice. And everything is simple, but miraculous kaztsi Steady tin soldier, as you can read online on our website.

What does the author want to say to the children?

A fairy tale about the love of a tin soldier to a porcelain dancer. Who would have thought for a moment that a Danish writer had a small piece of tin and a wrench of porcelain, such a vin showing a winter wound to the fireplace ash! Vіn ahead of young readers, who can do it - a great rarity, її need to cherish and protect such types, for the sake of that evil troll, to hide the baggy kintsya.

Andersen's tales

Short story of the fairy tale "Strong tin soldier"

Andersen's fairy tale "Strong tin soldier" - legendary history for the use of one dead tin soldier Vіn buv one-legged, because we will stay at the party, and no tin was stuck on him. The soldier sighed at the dancer, as she stood on one leg at the garni boudinochka. Ale, the evil troll trolls trutitsya and pidlashtuvav so that the tin soldier tumbled near the trivalu more expensively, having sprung from the wind, then the lads knew it and made it to the sailing on the paper boat, from which the vine fell into the water and was beaten by ribeye. Then we caught fish, ripped open the belly, took out the tin soldier and saw the lads, who took none of them and threw yoga into the air. Tse all troll pidlashtuvav. But here it became unbearable - the wind picked up the dance and threw it up to the tin soldier, and the stench burned at once. And on the wounds of the rude, they knew the pewter heart.

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Tse shouted a little lad and slapped at the valley. They gave them to you on the day of the people's day, and immediately placed them on the table.

All the soldiers appeared to be absolutely the same, and onlyone single letter of the troshka is not like a moustache: the new bull has only one leg, but they left it with the rest, and there was no tin. Ale and on one foot of the veins standing so firmly, like a sewer for two, and the axis with him and become a miracle story.

On the table, where the soldiers leaned back, there were a lot of other toys, like a reminiscent of cardboard palace. A few short windows can be looked at by the hall. In front of the palace, like a small looking-glass, it looked like a lake, there were trees, and wax swans swam on the lake and marveled at the new one.

The funerals of all the other tin soldiers, only one of them, were placed in a box, and the people in the hut lay down.
sleep. And the toys themselves began to play- I'm visiting, I'm at war, I'm at the ball. Tin soldiers burst into the box - even if they wanted to grati - they could not lift the lid. The luskunchik was thrown over, the stylus was dancing along the doshtsi. There was such a noise and gamir, that the canary threw itself like a whistle, and not just, but with verses! Only the tin soldier and that dance did not ruin the mission. Vaughn, as before, stood on one toe, stretching out her hands forward, and Vіn stood bravely on her single foot and did not raise her eyes.

The axis struck twelve, i - click! - the lid of the snuffbox popped out, only a small black troll appeared in it, not a tyutyun, no. Snuffbox bula z focus.

- Tin soldier, - saying the troll, - don't wonder where you don't need it!

Ale, the tin soldier is hollow, I don’t feel anything.

Well, shave, the axis will rise early! - said the troll.

The lad and the servant at the same time kicked the yogo, but they could not shake it, even though they hardly stepped on him with their feet. Shout out to them: "I'm here!" - stink, maybe, and you knew it would be yogo, that only you can’t tell the soldiers to shout at the top of their lungs - even on a new uniform.

Having hung the dripping boards, the drops fell more and more often, and the right anger rushed down. If I had vanished, two street cottonmen came.

- Look! one said. - He's a tin soldier! Let's do yoga at the swimming pool!

The ship was tossed up and down, and turned so that the tin soldier was all tremtiv, ale vin trimmed steadily - a towel on his shoulders, his head straight, his chest forward.

With a raptom, the boat pierced the old masonry through the ditch. It became so dark that the soldier again handed over the box.

“Where are you taking me? - thinking wine.

Here the great watery scurry appeared, which is alive under the mistki.

Passport asked Vaughn. - Present your passport!

- Trim yoga! Trim! Vin without paying the mit! Vin without a passport!

The aloe stream became stronger and stronger, and the tin soldier was already swaying in front of the light, like a rapt piercing such a noise that he would have been grinning like a kind smiley. State yourselves, the ditch drained into the great canal. For the soldier, it was so very unsafe, as if we were to ride in a chute to the great waterfall.

The axis of the channel is already close, it is impossible to swell. The ship was carried away by the s-pіd mіstka, the bіdolaha trimmed, like a moment, and navit with an eye without blinking. The ship turned three times, smashed it, filled it with water to the brim, and started sinking.

The soldier leaned up to the neck at the water, and the boat zanyuvavsya daedals more, paprika rozmokav. The axis of the water covered the soldier's head, and then he thought about the charming little dancer - don't bachit you any more. Wuhah at the new one sounded:

Forward pragna, warrior,

You need death!

Here the papyrus was left to rest, and the soldier went to the bottom, and then the great riba wove the chili yogo.

Oh, how dark it was in the middle, even hotter, lower under the mist through the ditch, and even more so for the supplement! Ale, the tin soldier, having not lost his masculinity, was lying, stretched out, not letting go of the towels.

The fish came in with stakes, began to vibrate the most beautiful haircuts. She froze with a raptom, a glimmer hit her. Light shone, and someone shouted: "Tin soldier!"

It appears that they took the fish, brought it to the market, sold it, brought it to the kitchen, and the cooker ripped open his stomach with a great knife. Then the cook took the soldier with two fingers across and brought him to the room. Everyone wanted to marvel at such a miraculous man - obviously, he had grown more expensive with the ribeye! But the tin soldier was not proud.

They put Yogo on the table, and - there are no such miracles in the world! - I leaned back in the same room, swayed the quiet children, on the table stood the same toys and a miracle palace with a charming little dancer. Vaughn, like before, stood on one leg, raising her high, - there was also a stalk. The soldier was in trouble, and if he didn’t cry with tin tears, he wouldn’t be handsome. Winning marveling at her, out at another, but the stench did not utter a single word.

Raptom one of the little ones, having grabbed a tin soldier and chewed on a coarse, though the soldier did not blame anything. Tse, zvichayno, podlashtuvav troll, scho sitting at the snuffbox.

The tin soldier standing at the half-light, hoofing the zhahlivy heat, but not knowing wine or love. Farba z new zovsіm zіyshla, no one could say for a moment why - it’s more expensive than grief. Vіn marveling at the little dancer, out at the new one, and vіn vіdchuvav, scho tane, ale, like earlier, trembling steadily, not letting go of the towels.

The doors to the room rapped open, the dancer blew in the wind, and there, like a sylph, fluttered right into the rudeness to the tin soldier, blew it off at once - and mute її. And the tin soldier, standing at the chest, and the lie of the rest, digging in the ashes, knew the deputy of the soldier in the heart of the tin. And in the middle of the dancers, only one glimmer was left, and the bula was burned and black, mov vugillya.

Andersen's fairy tale "Tin Soldier" enter before

If the world had twenty-five tin soldiers, it was a lot. Mustaches of the same blue mother - an old tin spoon, - and, later, they fell one to one like brothers. They were glorious, brave lads: a towel on their shoulders, a chest with a wheel, a scarlet uniform, blue gates, glittering gudziks ... Well, in a word, what a marvel for the soldiers!

A mustache of twenty five lay in a row by the cardboard box. It was dark and tight in it. Ale tin soldiers - a tolerant people, the stench lay without collapsing and checked for a day, if they made a box.

І axis once the box was opened.

Tin soldiers! Tin soldiers! - shouted a little lad and splashed with joy at the valley.

Youmu was presented with tin soldiers on National Day.

The lad immediately put them on the table. Twenty chotiri buli are the same - one kind of other can’t be resurrected, and twenty-fifths of a soldier is not the same as a mustache. Vin appeared one-legged. Yogo was given to the rest, and the tin was spoiled. Vіm, vіn і on odnіy nozі standing so firmly, like іnshі on two.

The axis became a one-legged soldier and became a miracle story, as I will tell you at once.

On the table, where the lad roused his soldiers, there was a lot of different toys. But the best thing for toys is a monster cardboard palace. Through yoga, you can always look into the middle and see all the stones. In front of the palace lay a round mirror. There was like a right lake, and next to that mirror-like lake were small green trees. Wax swans swam on the lake, vygnuvshi dovgi shii, admired their views.

Everything was miraculous, but the most beautiful was the master's palace, which stood on the fence, at the wide-opening doors. Vaughn was also bula virizana from cardboard; on her was a spidnichka made of thin batiste, on her shoulders a blaky scarf, and on her breasts a glittering brooch;

Krasunya stood on one lower, stretching forward her offending hands, - maybe she was a dancer. She lifted her lower leg so high that our tin soldier scrambled his heels, that the beauty is also one-legged, like wine himself.

“From me such a squad! - thinking tin soldier. - That tіlki won, maybe, an honorable family. He lives in such a miraculous palace! .. And my budinok is a simple box, and there was not a whole company of us there - twenty-five soldiers. Nі, їy not mistse! Ale, get to know her, still don’t respect ... "

The first soldier took a drink behind a snuffbox that stood on the table.

Zvіdsi vіn miraculously bachiv charіvnu dancіvnіtsu, like the whole hour stood on one lower and at the same time did not stole it!

Late in the evening, all the tin soldiers, the one-legged Crimean - yogi could not be known - were put in a box, and all the people lay down to sleep.

If it became quiet in the booth, the toys themselves began to play: a guest, we’ll sweat at the war, and at the end they won the ball. The tin soldiers banged with towels on the walls of their boxes - they also wanted to go free and pogrom, but the stinks could not lift the important krishka. Navit clatach, having begun to perekidatisya, and stylus pishov dance on doshtsi, overflowing on nіy bіlі follow, - tra-ta-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta-ta! There was such a noise that a canary rushed into the klitz and started balakati with her mine so quickly, as she could only, dragging with verses.

Only the one-legged soldier and the dancer did not collapse for a month.

Vaughn, like before, stood on one lower leg, stretching forward her offending hands, and caught her with a towel in her hands, like a guard, and not raising her beautiful eyes.

It struck twelve. I raptom - clatter! - The snuffbox cracked.

My snuffbox did not in any way smell of tyutyun, and sitting at her little evil troll. I jumped out of my snuffbox, as if on a spring, and looked around.

Hey tin soldier! shouted the troll. - Do not hurt look at the dance! Vaughn is good for you.

Ale, the tin soldier was pressed in, I didn’t feel anything.

Ah, axis ti yak! - said the troll. - Garazd, shave to the wound! You guess me!

Lies, if the children were thrown, the stench knew a one-legged soldier behind a snuffbox, and they put Yogo on the window.

I raptom - chi tse pіdlashtuvav troll, chi just sipped by the stretch, who knows? - but only a little later it worked, and a one-legged soldier flew from the top of the third head down, the one so that whistled at the new one. She suffered through fear!

Khvilini did not pass - and the wines were already washed out of the ground uphill with their feet, and that head in the cassettes was stuck between the brukivkas.

The lad and the servant at the same time knocked over the door, so that they could see the soldier. Ale, the skils did not marvel at the stench on all sides, the skils did not spur on the ground, so they did not know.

Once, the stench did not step on the soldier, but then they passed later, not remembering him. Zvichayno, yakby soldier shouting: I'm here! - Yogo would know at once. Ale vin vvazhav obscene shouting on the streets - even vin wearing a uniform and a soldier, dragging tin.

The lad and the servant went back at the booths. And then raptom rushing the board, that one! Righteous evil!

Wide kaluzhs rose up in the street, swedish streams flowed. And if you had cut the boards, before that time, having washed the tin soldier with stones, two street cottonmen came running.

Look, - one of them said. - That nіyak tse tin soldier!

And the stench smashed the old newspaper into pieces, put them in a new tin soldier, and lowered them into a ditch.

Choven popliv, and the lads begly entrusted, pidbuyuchi and caressing in the valley.

The water in the ditches vibrated like that. Wouldn't it be viruvaty after such an anger! Chauvin first pirnav, then angered at the comb of whil, then yogo circled on the mist, then carried forward.

The tin soldier at the valet is all tremtіv - from the helmet to the shoe, - and then trembling steadily, as if to lie down to the right soldier: a towel on his shoulders, his head uphill, his chest like a wheel.

I axis chovnik skidded under a wide area. It became so dark that the soldier had gone to his box again.

“Where am I? - thinking tin soldier. - Oh, yakby zі me was my beautiful dancer! Then everything would be nothing for me ... "

Tsієї hvilini z-pіd bridge viskochiv great water scour.

Who are you? She screamed out. - Do you have a passport? Present your passport!

Ale, the tin soldier movchav and only slightly squeezed the towel. Choven yogo carried all the distance and distance, and the squint blew behind him backwards. Vaughn clattered her teeth fiercely and shouted to the crackles and straws that they poured nazustrich:

Trim yoga! Trim! I don't have a passport!

And they scrambled with their paws to overtake the soldier. Alechoven was carried so swiftly that it was not possible for him to wind up his eyes in an instant to overtake Yogo. Nareshti tin soldier swaying in front of the light. Mіst skіnchivsya.

"I'm a wreck!" thought the soldier.

Ale here felt such a rumble and gurkіt, that be-such a merciful one did not vitriam bi and tremtіv in the face of fear. Just think: behind the bridge, the water was falling down noisily - right next to a wide, gurgling canal!

The tin soldier, like a spit from a small paper boat, was threatened by the same kind of trouble, like us, like we were on the right side, carried us to the right great waterfall.

But it’s already impossible to grow up. A chauvin made of tin was carried by the great canal like a soldier. The winds were thrown up and bubbling up and down, and then the soldier, like before, was a fine fellow and looked like an eye without batting an eye.

I quickly swirled the chovnik on the mist, scooping up the water with the right side, then we left, then we ruled again and without a hitch filled with water to the brim.

The axis of the soldier is already up to the waist at the water, the axis is already up to the throat ... And the water covered Yogo with his head.

Zanuryuyuchis to the bottom, vin summarily thinking about his beauty. Don't bachit you more than a cute dancer!

Ale here vin guessing the old soldier's song:

"Go ahead, go ahead!

Glory to you for the string! .. "-

It would have been, already fairy tale "Staying tin soldier" remember me for sure. Adzhe nachebto the plot is even simpler: a steady tin soldier on one leg, a ballerina, and more expensive from the gutter to the pike belly. What can we forgive? Anni ni toby! Everything is not so easy to see. This day, putting the little girl to sleep, having begun to tell her a fairy tale about a steady tin soldier. I raptom, having already begun to speak, unconvincingly, to the point of my own mind, I understood: I don’t even remember a fairy tale! I had a chance to turn into Andersen on the go, and think up a fairy tale about a tin soldier in a new way. Let's sweat, zvichayno, once before pershogerel. Read and guess. It turned out that I knew about the troll forgot, that end of the fairy tale I knew how to see in American films - happy-end, and only! Vtіm, maybe, tse not so badly? 🙂

Zagalom, so that you didn’t repeat the pardons, I pronounce you to re-read the tale of G.Kh. Andersen "Staying Tin Soldier". At the translation of Hansen with illustrations by the artist D. Patience.

Steadfast Tin Soldier

Translated by Annie and Petra Hansen.

There were twenty-five tin soldiers, native brothers by mother - an old tin spoon; a towel on the shoulders, a straight head, a scarlet with a blue uniform - well, what a privilege for the soldiers! The first words, like they smelled a stink, if they opened their hut-box, they were: “Ah, tin soldiers!” Tse screaming, caressing at the valley, a little lad, who was presented with tin soldiers on the day of the yogo people. Vіn at once, placing them on the table. All the soldiers were the same, crimson of one, like a bow on the same nose. Yogo was given to the rest, and not a trio of tin was pulled out, but the vines stood on their one foot so firmly, like another on two; and vin yakraz і appearing the most beautiful of all.

On the table, where the soldiers leaned back, there was a lot of fresh toys, and the most wonderful palace made of cardboard fell into the vіchі. The crisis of small vikna can be bulo bachiti palaces; in front of the palace itself, like a small looking glass, it was as if a lake was imagining, trees stood, and the lake swam and admired their waxy wax swans. Everything was wonderful
how sweet, but the dearest was the pannochka, who stood on the very door of the palace. Vaughn was virizana with paper and dressed in a bed with a thin cambric; over her shoulder there was a little black stitch at the front of her scarf, and on her breasts a rosette of frills gleamed in the guise of the pannochka itself.

Pannochka stood on one lower leg, stretching out her arms, - she was a dancer, - and she lifted her other leg so high that our soldier could not instantly dance, and thinking that the beauty is also one-legged, like wine.

“From the bula would be my squad! - thinking wine. “Only out, mabut, from the nobles, live at the palace, but in me there is only a box, that and that in it we are stuffed with twenty-five pieces: there’s no place there!” Ale cognize all the same, you don’t care. ”

І vіn prichaїvsya behind a snuffbox that stood on the table; I could see miraculously the enchanting dancer, as if everything was on the same foot, not showing jealousy.

Late in the evening they put the rest of the tin soldiers in a box, and all the people went to bed in a booth. Now the toys themselves began to play “at a party”, “at the war” and “at the ball”. Tin soldiers began to knock on the walls of the box - the stench also wanted to grati, they could not lift the lids. Luskunchik was thrown over, the stylus was dancing on the doshtsi; there was such a noise and gamir, that a canary rushed over and started talking, even with verses! Only the dancing and the tin soldier didn’t ruin the month: there, like before, she was trimming on a knitted toe, stretching her arms forward, standing under the towel without looking up from her eyes.

It struck twelve. Click! - The snuffbox cracked.

There was no bulo tyutyun, but a little black troll - such a trick!

Tin soldier, - saying the troll, - nothing to look at!

Tin soldier, why not Chuv.

Well, shoot it! - said the troll.

The little children stood up and put the tin soldier on display.

Raptom - chi from the troll, chi I’ll stretch - it’s all worked out, and our soldier flew head down from the third on top - only whistled at the whistle! Khvilina - and vіn already standing on the brukіvtsі uphill with his foot: the head of yogo in kasts and towels got stuck between the stones of the brukіvki.

The lad and the maid immediately caught the jokes, but the skilks did not try to know the soldier, they could not; the stinks hardly stepped on him with their feet and did not trample him. Shout out to 'em: I'm here! - Stink, zvichayno, at the same time you would know yogo, ale vin vvazhav obscene shouting in the streets: even vin wearing a uniform!

Pochav sprinkling plank; Stronger, stronger, nareshti, the help of evil came. When it cleared up again, two street lads came.

Gay! one said. - He's a tin soldier! Let's do yoga at the swimming pool!

And the stench smashed the paper-cloth, put a tin soldier in it, and let it into the groove. The lads themselves beg and caressed in the valley. Eh-ma! Axis so hvili went in a groove! The flow carried it like that - it’s not easy to anger such a thing!

The chick was thrown and twisted on all sides, so that the tin soldier was all three, ale wine trimmed steadily: a towel on his shoulders, head straight, chest forward!

Chauvin ponіs pіd dovgі mіstki: it became so dark, why the soldier again ate the box.

“Where are you taking me? - thinking wine. - So, all the pieces of a smart troll! Oh, just like me, that beautiful woman was sitting in a churn, be on me if you want an udvachi dark!

Tsієї hvilini z-pіd mіstkіv vyskochiv great shur.

Passport - she slept. - Give me your passport!

Ale tin soldier movchav and mіtsno trimav rushnitsu. The chauvin was carried away, and the shur big followed him back. Wu! Like a woman, she gnashed her teeth and shouted to the crackles and straws that they poured nazustrich:

Trim, trim yoga! Vіn not vnіs mita without showing passports! Ale flow carried the chauvin more and more, and the tin soldier was already swaying in front of the light, as if raptly sensing such a terrible noise that he would be grinning like a smiley one. State yourselves - the ditch ran into the great canal! The whole thing was so scary for the soldier, as if we were to ride on the dugout to the great waterfall.

Ale zupinitis already not possible Bulo. Chauvin from a soldier forging down; bіdolakha tremavsya, as if earlier, along the strings and navіt with an eye without blinking. Chauvin twirled ... One, two - filled with water to the brim and began to sink. The tin soldier leaned up to his throat by the water; farther - more ... water covered Yogo's head! Then he thought about his beautiful woman: don't bachit youmu її more. Wuhah at the new one sounded:

Forward pragna, oh warrior,

I death calmly zustrіnesh!

The papyrus burst open, and the tin soldier went down to the bottom, and then the fish wove into the same wool.

Yaka is dark! Hirshe, lower under the mist, dragging fear like a buzz! Ale, the tin soldier, striding steadily and lying on his whole dozhina, tightly clutching the towel to himself.

The fish rushed about here and there, vibrated the most striking haircuts, froze alaraptom, then a glimmer hit it. Light shone, and someone shouted: "Tin soldier!" On the right, in the one that they had drunk, they took the fish to the market, then they ate it to the kitchen, and the cooker ripped open his stomach with a great knife. The cook took the tin soldier with two fingers around the waist and carried it to the room, where they ran to marvel at the miraculous mandrill at home. But the tin soldier didn't sign up. They put Yogo on the table, and - why don't you go to the world! - waving yourself in the same room, waving the quiet children, those toys and a miracle palace with a beautiful dancer! Vaughn, like before, stood on one lower leg, raising her neck high. Axis is so steadfast! The tin soldier was broken and not crying with tin a little, but it would be obscene, and vin utrimavsya. Win marveling at her, out at the new one, but the stench did not move a word.

Raptom one of the lads hoisted up a tin soldier and, nonetheless, shoved it straight into the rough. Without a doubt, all the troll pidlashtuvav! The tin soldier stood in half-minds of hoarseness. It was terribly hot for you, in the fire and in the fire - I didn’t know the wine myself. Farby was angry with the new one, he was all shed; Who knows why - from the road, from the grief? Winning marveling at the dancer, out at the new one, and wondering what the dancer is, but still trotting steadfastly, wearing a towel on her shoulders. The doors in the room rushed open, the wind kicked up the dance, and the stench, like a sylph, fluttered right into the rudeness to the tin soldier, blew it all at once, and - kick! And the tin soldier spread out and melted into a breast. The next day, the resting woman gathered ashes from the oven and knew something from what looked like a small pewter heart; in the dancers, one socket was lost, that one and that one all burned and blackened, mov vugillya.