Persistent Tin soldier Fairy tale with pictures by Hans Christian Andersen

The Steadfast Tin Soldier
Fairy tale with pictures by Hans Christian Andersen

Once upon a time there were twenty-five tin soldiers, who were cast from one large tin spoon, and therefore they all looked like brothers, with guns on their shoulders and in identical red and blue uniforms.

All but the last one, the twenty-fifth... There wasn't enough tin for him, and so he only had one leg. But on this one leg he stood as firmly as the rest on two.

The steadfast Tin Soldier loved the little Dancer, who stood on one leg in front of her toy castle - and, if you looked from the box in which the soldiers lived, it seemed that she, too, had only one leg.

The soldier thought that she would make an ideal wife for him.

But the old and cunning Troll, who lives in a snuffbox, was jealous of the beauty for the little Tin Soldier and prophesied a terrible misfortune for him.

And now, through the fault of the evil Troll, or by itself, this is what happened.

The next morning, when Soldier was standing on the windowsill, a gust of wind suddenly blew him away, and he flew down, right onto the pavement, where he got stuck between two cobblestones.

The little boy, the owner of the toys, and the maid went out into the street and searched for a soldier for a long time. But, although they almost stepped on him, they still did not see ...

Soon it began to rain, and they had to return to the house. And the Tin Soldier lay on the pavement and was sad. After all, he did not know if he would ever see his beautiful Dancer again ...

When the rain stopped, two boys appeared on the street.

“Look, tin soldier! one said. Let's send him sailing!

And so they made a boat out of the newspaper, put the Soldier in it and let it swim into the gutter.

- God save me! thought the Tin Soldier. “What terrible waves, and the current is so strong!”

But, despite the fear, he stood still just as straight and steadfast.

And the boat floated and floated along the gutter and suddenly slipped into the sewer pipe. There was darkness even to gouge out the eye, and the poor little Soldier saw absolutely nothing.

"Where am I going?" he thought. "This evil Troll is to blame for everything. Oh, if only my little Dancer was with me, I would become ten times braver!"

And the boat sailed on and on, and now a light dawned ahead. The water from the pipe, it turns out, flowed directly into the river.

The boat spun like a top, and with it the Tin Soldier.

And then the paper boat scooped up the side of the water, got completely wet and began to sink.

G.H. Andersen

THE STEADFAST TIN SOLDIER

There were once twenty-five tin soldiers in the world. All the sons of one mother - an old tin spoon - and, therefore, they were brothers to each other. They were nice, brave guys: a gun on his shoulder, a chest with a wheel, a red uniform, blue lapels, shiny buttons ... Well, in a word, what a miracle, what kind of soldiers!

All twenty-five lay side by side in a cardboard box. It was dark and cramped inside. But the tin soldiers are a patient people, they lay still and waited for the day when the box was opened.

And then one day the box was opened.

Tin soldiers! Tin soldiers! cried the little boy, and clapped his hands for joy.

He was presented with tin soldiers on his birthday.

The boy immediately began to arrange them on the table. Twenty-four were exactly the same - one could not be distinguished from the other, and the twenty-fifth soldier was not like everyone else. He turned out to be single. It was cast last, and the tin was a little short. However, he stood on one leg just as firmly as the others on two.

It was with this one-legged soldier that a wonderful story happened, which I will now tell you.

There were many different toys on the table where the boy built his soldiers. But the best of all toys was a wonderful cardboard palace. Through its windows one could look inside and see all the rooms. In front of the palace lay a round mirror. It was just like a real lake, and around this mirrored lake were small green trees. Wax swans swam across the lake and, arching their long necks, admired their reflection.

All this was beautiful, but the most beautiful was the mistress of the palace, standing on the threshold, in the wide-open doors. She, too, was cut out of cardboard; she wore a skirt of thin batiste, a blue scarf on her shoulders, and a shiny brooch on her chest, almost as big as her owner's head, and just as beautiful.

The beauty stood on one leg, stretching forward both hands - she must have been a dancer. She raised the other leg so high that our tin soldier at first even decided that the beauty was also one-legged, like himself.

“I wish I had such a wife! thought the tin soldier. - Yes, only she, probably, a noble family. Won what beautiful palace lives! .. And my house is a simple box, and even a whole company of us packed there - twenty-five soldiers. No, she doesn't belong there! But it doesn’t hurt to get to know her…”

And the soldier hid behind a snuffbox, which stood right there on the table.

From here he had a perfect view of the lovely dancer, who stood on one leg all the time and never even swayed!

Late in the evening, all the tin soldiers, except for the one-legged one - they could not find him - were put in a box, and all the people went to bed.

And when it became completely quiet in the house, the toys themselves began to play: first to visit, then to the war, and in the end they had a ball. The tin soldiers banged their guns against the walls of their box; they also wanted to go free and play, but they could not lift the heavy lid. Even the nutcracker began to tumble, and the stylus began to dance on the board, leaving white marks on it - tra-ta-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta-ta! There was such a noise that the canary woke up in the cage and began to chat in its own language as quickly as it could, and, moreover, in verse.

Only the one-legged soldier and the dancer did not move.

She still stood on one leg, stretching forward both hands, and he froze with a gun in his hands, like a sentry, and did not take his eyes off the beauty.

It struck twelve. And suddenly - click! The snuffbox opened.

This snuffbox never smelled of tobacco, but there was a little evil troll in it. He jumped out of the snuffbox, as if on a spring, and looked around.

Hey you, tin soldier! the troll shouted. - Do not hurt to look at the dancer! She's too good for you.

But the tin soldier pretended not to hear anything.

Ah, there you are! - said the troll. - Okay, wait until morning! You will still remember me!

In the morning, when the children woke up, they found a one-legged soldier behind a snuffbox and put him on the window.

And suddenly - whether it was a troll that set it up, or just a draft, who knows? - but as soon as the window swung open, and the one-legged soldier flew from the third floor upside down, so much so that his ears whistled. Well, he got scared!

Not a minute passed - and he was already sticking out of the ground upside down, and his gun and head in a helmet were stuck between the cobblestones.

The boy and the maid immediately ran out into the street to look for the soldier. But no matter how much they looked around, no matter how they rummaged around on the ground, they did not find it.

Once they almost stepped on a soldier, but even then they passed by without noticing him. Of course, if the soldier shouted: “I'm here!” - he would be found immediately. But he considered it obscene to shout in the street - after all, he wore a uniform and was a soldier, and besides, he was made of tin.

The boy and the maid went back into the house. And then all of a sudden it started to rain! Real downpour!

Wide puddles spread along the street, fast streams flowed. And when at last the rain stopped, two street boys ran up to the place where the tin soldier was sticking out between the cobblestones.

Look, one of them said. - Yes, no way, this is a tin soldier! .. Let's send him to sea!

And they made a boat out of an old newspaper, put a tin soldier in it and lowered it into a ditch.

The boat swam away, and the boys ran side by side, jumping up and down and clapping their hands.

The water in the ditch was churning. Why would she not seethe after such a downpour! The boat then dived, then flew up to the crest of the wave, then it circled in place, then carried it forward.

The tin soldier in the boat was trembling all over - from helmet to boot - but he held himself steadfastly, as a real soldier should: a gun on his shoulder, head up, chest like a wheel.

And now the boat skidded under a wide bridge. It became so dark, as if the soldier had fallen into his box again.

“Where am I? thought the tin soldier. - Oh, if my beautiful dancer was with me! Then I wouldn't care...”

At that moment, a large water rat jumped out from under the bridge.

Who are you? she screamed. - Do you have a passport? Show your passport!

But the tin soldier was silent and only tightly clutched his gun. His boat was carried farther and farther, and the rat swam after him. She snapped her teeth fiercely and shouted to the chips and straws floating towards her:

Hold it! Hold on! He doesn't have a passport!

And she raked her paws with all her might to catch up with the soldier. But the boat was carried so fast that even a rat could not keep up with it. Finally the tin soldier saw a light ahead. The bridge is over.

“I am saved!” thought the soldier.

But then such a rumble and roar was heard that any brave man could not stand it and trembled with fear. Just think: behind the bridge, the water fell down noisily - right into a wide, turbulent canal!

The tin soldier, who was sailing in a small paper boat, was in the same danger as we were if we were carried in a real boat to a real big waterfall.

But it was impossible to stop. The boat with the tin soldier was swept into a large canal. The waves tossed and tossed her up and down, but the soldier still behaved well and did not even blink an eye.

And suddenly the boat spun in place, scooped up water on the right side, then on the left, then again on the right, and was soon filled with water to the very brim.

Here the soldier is already waist-deep in water, now up to his throat ... And finally the water covered him with his head.

Plunging to the bottom, he sadly thought about his beauty. He will never see the sweet dancer again!

But then he remembered an old soldier's song:

Step forward, always forward!

Glory awaits you beyond the grave! ..-

and prepared with honor to meet death in a terrible abyss. However, something completely different happened.

Out of nowhere, a large fish emerged from the water and instantly swallowed the soldier along with his gun.

Oh, how dark and cramped it was in the stomach of the fish, darker than under the bridge, tighter than in the box! But the tin soldier held firm even here. He drew himself up to his full height and tightened his grip on his gun. So he stayed for quite some time.

Suddenly, the fish darted from side to side, began to dive, wriggle, jump, and finally froze.

The soldier could not understand what had happened. He prepared to face new trials courageously, but the surroundings were still dark and quiet.

And suddenly, like lightning, flashed in the dark.

Then it became completely light, and someone shouted:

That's the thing! Tin soldier!

And the thing was this: the fish was caught, brought to the market, and then she got into the kitchen. The cook cut open her belly with a large shiny knife and saw a tin soldier. She took it with two fingers and carried it into the room.

The whole house came running to see the wonderful traveler. The soldier was put on the table, and suddenly - what kind of miracles do not happen in the world! - he saw the same room, the same boy, the same window from which he flew out into the street ... There were the same toys around, and among them rose a cardboard palace, and a beautiful dancer stood on the threshold. She stood still on one leg, holding the other high. Now that's called resilience!

The tin soldier was so moved that tin tears almost rolled from his eyes, but he remembered in time that a soldier was not supposed to cry. Without blinking, he looked at the dancer, the dancer looked at him, and both were silent.

Suddenly one of the boys - the smallest one - grabbed a tin soldier and for no reason threw him directly into the stove. Probably, he was taught by an evil troll from a snuffbox.

The firewood burned brightly in the stove, and the tin soldier became terribly hot. He felt that everything was on fire - whether from fire, or from love - he himself did not know. The color had fled from his face, he was completely shed - perhaps from chagrin, or perhaps because he had been in the water and in the stomach of a fish.

But even in the fire he held himself upright, tightly clutched his gun and did not take his eyes off the beautiful dancer. And the dancer looked at him. And the soldier felt that he was melting...

At that moment, the door to the room was flung open, a through wind picked up the beautiful dancer, and she, like a butterfly, fluttered into the stove right to the tin soldier. The flame engulfed her, she flared up - and the end. At this point, the tin soldier completely melted.

The next day, the maid began to remove the ashes from the stove and found a small lump of tin, like a heart, and a burnt, black as coal, brooch.

It was all that was left of the steadfast tin soldier and the beautiful dancer.

The Steadfast Tin Soldier

The Steadfast Tin Soldier
Hans Christian Andersen

Once upon a time there were twenty-five tin soldiers, who were cast from one large tin spoon, and therefore they all looked like brothers, with guns on their shoulders and in identical red and blue uniforms. All but the last one, the twenty-fifth... There wasn't enough tin for him, and so he only had one leg. But on this one leg he stood as firmly as the rest on two.

The steadfast Tin Soldier loved the little Dancer, who stood on one leg in front of her toy castle - and, if you looked from the box in which the soldiers lived, it seemed that she, too, had only one leg. The soldier thought that she would make an ideal wife for him.

But the Troll, living in a snuffbox, old and wise, was jealous of the beauty for the little Tin Soldier and prophesied a terrible misfortune for him.

But the Tin Soldier was steadfast and paid no attention to him.

And now, through the fault of the evil Troll, or by itself, this is what happened. The next morning, when Soldier was standing on the windowsill, a gust of wind suddenly blew him away, and he flew down, right onto the pavement, where he got stuck between two cobblestones.

The little boy, the owner of the toys, and the maid went out into the street and searched for a soldier for a long time. But, although they almost stepped on him, they still did not see ... Soon it began to rain, and they had to return to the house. And the Tin Soldier lay on the pavement and was sad. After all, he did not know if he would ever see his beautiful Dancer again ...

When the rain stopped, two boys appeared on the street.

Look, tin soldier! - said one. - Let's send him to the sea!

And so they made a boat out of the newspaper, put the Soldier in it and let it swim into the gutter.

God save me! thought the Tin Soldier. - What terrible waves, and the current is so strong!

But, despite the fear, he stood still just as straight and steadfast.

And the boat floated and floated along the gutter and suddenly slipped into the sewer pipe. There was darkness even to gouge out the eye, and the poor little Soldier saw absolutely nothing.

"Where am I going?" he thought. "This evil Troll is to blame for everything. Oh, if only my little Dancer was with me, I would become ten times braver!"

And the boat sailed on and on, and now a light dawned ahead. The water from the pipe, it turns out, flowed directly into the river. And the boat spun like a top, and with it the Tin Soldier. And then the paper boat scooped up the side of the water, got wet and began to sink.

When the water closed over his head, the Soldier thought of a little dancer... Then the paper got completely wet. But suddenly the Soldier was swallowed by a big fish.

In the stomach of the fish it was even darker than in the sewer pipe, but the courage did not leave Soldier. And then the fish began to thrash and twitch.

"Wait for it!" back on screen
04.12.2006 16:24
Premiere of new episodes of the cartoon "Just you wait!" the eighth Minsk international festival children's and youth cinema "Listopadik-2006". According to the organizing committee of the festival, it is planned that two new series of the cartoon will be presented by their author Alexei Kotenochkin, the son of director Vyacheslav Kotenochkin, who created "Well, you wait!" for 30 years.

The festival week will be full of various events. In addition to competitive screenings, there will be meetings with famous actors and directors.

The festival will bring together many famous Russian cinema figures, including Boris Grachevsky, Sergey Seregin, Alexander Loye, Yana Poplavskaya, Valentina Telichkina, Dmitry Iosifov, Andrey Sokolov, as well as guests from Latvia, Estonia, Sweden, Finland, the USA.
Presentations of children's and youth funds will be held during Listopadik days mass media, meetings with editorial teams, an exhibition of sketches by animators, an exhibition of children's drawings, charity events, as well as a concert of young artists and Belarusian pop stars.

In total, about 80 works by masters from 21 countries will be presented at the festival, which will be held from November 17 to 24, RIA Novosti reports.

After the premiere in the Minsk cinema "Komsomolets", the creator of the new series, the animator, said that there would be no more cartoon with this name. According to Kotenochkin, Jr., "it is impossible to endlessly produce these series," reports newsru. "If there is any continuation, it will be a completely different movie and a different wolf and hare. We are accused of copying the cartoon "Tom and Jerry" in vain," the animator said.

According to him, even for the 19th and 20th series, it was difficult for him to decide. "Our heroes have their own social attachment. And the social attachment of the wolf - such a bully who is fond of Vysotsky and The Beatles - was outdated back in the 70s," Kotenochkin believes.

"In addition, the people who worked on the previous series are no longer alive. Therefore, I had to take young people who have a completely different school. They all work in a different manner. Of course, I see flaws, but I did my best," Alexey Kotenochkin said.

He confirmed that negotiations are underway to create a new cartoon, it is being discussed whether it will be a series or a full-length film in 3D format - animation. But it will be a cartoon with a completely new plot.

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The first series of the cartoon "Well, you wait!" was filmed in 1968, he quickly won the audience's sympathy and still remains the most popular of domestic cartoons. Its author, People's Artist of Russia Vyacheslav Kotyonochkin (1927-2000), participated in the creation of almost a hundred films, including "An Unusual Match", "The Traveling Frog", "Song of a Young Drummer" and many others. In addition, Kotyonochkin is the director of more than a dozen films of the television magazine "Wick". Filmed by him multi-part animated series "Well, you wait!" was awarded in 1988 by the State Prize of the USSR.