One woman lived in the world. She had no children, and she really wanted a baby. Here she went to the old sorcerer and says:

- I so want that I had a daughter, even the smallest! ..

- What is easier! - answered the sorcerer. - Here is a barley grain. This grain is not simple, not from those that look at your fields and go to the bird on the feed. Take it yes put in a flower pot. See what will happen.

- Thank you! - said the woman and gave the sorcerer twelve cops.

Then she went home and planted barley branches in a flower pot.

Only she watered him, the grains immediately sprout. Two leaves and gentle stem seemed from the ground. And a large wonderful flower appeared on the stem, like a tulip. But the flower petals were tightly compressed: he had not yet blossomed.

- What an adorable flower! - She said and kissed beautiful motley petals.

At the same moment in the core of the flower, something clicked something, and it revealed. It was really a big tulip, but a live girl was sitting in a cup. She was a little-small, just increasing. Therefore, it was so nicknamed - an inch.

The cradle for a deweistte was made of a shiny varnished walnut shell. Instead of the period there were several violets there, and instead of a blanket - rose petal. In this cradle, the girl was laid on the night, and in the afternoon she played on the table.

In the middle of the table, the woman put a deep plate with water, and on the edge of the plate laid flowers. Long stems have bathed in water, and the flowers remained fresh and fragrant for a long time.

For a small incision, a plate with water was a whole lake, and she swam on this lake on a tulip petal, like a boat. Instead of cheerful, she had two white horse-haired hair. Thumbelina has rolled whole days on his wonderful boat, swam on one side the plates on the other and sank songs. Such a gentle voice, like her, no one ever heard.

Once at night, when the thumbnail slept in his cradle, through an open window in the room, a huge old toad, wet and ugly. With the windowsill, she jumped on the table and looked into the shell, where he slept under the petal of roses.

- How good! - said old toad. - The glorious bride will be my son!

She grabbed a nut shell with a girl and jumped over the window into the garden.

River flowed near the garden, and under its coast was a shaky swamp. Here, in marsh tine, and the old toad lived with her son. The son was also wet and ugly - exactly in the milk!

- Coax, Coax, bracket-ke-cupcake! "Only I could say when I saw a little girl in a nut shell."

- You are quieter! I'll wake up, which is good, and she will run away from us, "the old toad said. - After all, it is easier than a flock. Let's take it to the middle of the river and put on the leaf of the pita - for such a crumb is a whole island. From there, she cannot escape for anything. And in the meantime, I will arrange a cozy nest for you in Tine.

A lot of water lily grew in the river. Their wide green leaves floated on water. The biggest leaf was on all from the shore! Toad swam to this sheet and put on him a nut shell, in which the girl slept.

Oh, how the poor thumbnail was frightened, waking up in the morning! Yes, and how it was not to be frightened! It was surrounded by water from all sides, and the shore slightly seen away. Thumbelina closed her eyes with hands and cried bitterly.

And the old toad sat in Tine and decorated his house with reed and yellow water lily, she wanted to please the young daughter-in-law. When everything was ready, she swam with her disgusting son to the sheet, which was sitting in. To take her crib and move to her house.

Sweet smiling, the old toad lowered in the water in front of the girl and said:

- Here is my son! He will be your husband! You will nicely heal with him in Tine.

- Coax, Coax, bracket-ke-cupcake! - just could say son.

Toads took the shell and sailed with her. And the inch all stood alone in the middle of the river on a large green leaf of the pitchers and bitterly crying - she did not want to live at the ugly toad and marry her nasty son.

Little fish that swam underwater, heard that the old woman was told. The groom with the mother they saw before. Now they slipped out of the water of the head to look at the bride.

Looking on a thumbishment with his round eyes, they went to the very bottom and began to think what to do now. It was terribly a pity that such a cute little girl would have to live together with these disgusting toads somewhere under Corgano in a dense fatty Tine. Do not go to it! Fish from all over the river gathered at the leaf of the pitchers, on which the thumbnail was sitting, and followed by a shelter.

And here the leaf of the pita swam in the flow. The flow was strong, and the sheet sailed very quickly. Now, too, the old toad could not catch up with a thumb.

- What a nice little girl!

Light white moths everything spinned over the deck and finally sank to the sheet - he really liked this tiny traveler.

A thumbnail took off her silk belt, one end sketched on the moth, the other tied to the sheet, and the leaf swam also faster. At this time, the May Beetle flew past. He saw a thimble, grabbed her and took her tree. The green leaf of the pita sailed without it, and soon disappeared from sight, and with him together and moths: after all, he was tightly tied to the lyst silk belt.

How the poor thumbnail was frightened when the horned beetle wrapped her paws and melted with her high in the air! And she was very sorry for her white moth. Something will be with him now? After all, he will die with hunger, if he does not succeed to free himself.

And the May beetle and burning little. He sat down on a large tree branch, sat down next to the cheer and told her that he really likes it, although it was not like the May Zhukov at all.

Then they came to visit other May beetles that lived on the same tree. They looked at an inch with curiosity, and their daughters were in bewilderment of wings.

- She has only two legs! - They said alone.

- She does not even have a tental! - Others spoke.

- What is it weak, thin! Togo and look, breaking in half, - spoke third.

"It's very similar to a person, and also ugly," they finally decided all the beetles.

Even the May beetle, who brought a deweach, it seemed that she was completely not good, and he decided to say goodbye to her - let him go where he knew. He flew down with a dehyder down and put it on the chamomile.

Thumbelina was sitting on the flower and cried: she was sad that she was so ugly. Even the May beetles were driven her!

And in fact she was a premium. Perhaps it is better not to have anyone in the world.

All summer has lived a thimble one-identity in the big forest. She splaved his grass to the cradle and hung her under a big sheet of burdock to hide from the rain and from the sun. She ate sweet floral honey and saw Dew, which was found every morning on the leaves.

So summer passed, and the autumn passed. The long cold winter was neglected. Birds flew away, the flowers were brought, and a large leaf of the burdock, under which he lived a thumb, yellow, dried and curled into the phone.

The cold made through the thumbs through. It all broke out of her dress, and she was so small, gentle - how not to freeze! Snow went, and every snowflake was for a dehyder the same that for us a whole snow shovel. We are all big, and she was the growth of just with an inch. She wrapped in a dry leaf, but he didn't warm at all, and the poor thing was trembling as the autumn leaf in the wind.

Then the tech decided to leave the forest and search for a shelter for the winter.

Over the forest in which she lived was a big field. Bread from the field has long been removed, and only short dry stalks sticking out of the marzular land.

It was even colder in the field than in the forest, and the thumbnail was completely frozen, while it sneaks between the dried rigid stems.

Finally, she did not know the mink of the field mouse. The entrance to the mink was carefully covered with blades and wasnches.

The field mouse lived in warmth and content: the kitchen and storage room had a palate with bread grains. A-inch, like a beggar, stopped at the threshold and asked for a piece of barley grain at least two days later she had neither crumbs in her mouth.

- Oh, you, poor thing! - said the field mouse (she was, in essence, good old woman). Well, go here, makes me fooling with me!

And the thumbnail descended into the mink, warmed up and roam.

"I like you," she told her wash, looking at her shiny, like beads, black eyes. - Stay, I have for the winter. I will feed you, and you're carefully my house yes, tell me fairy tales - I'm up to them a big hunter.

And the inches remained.

She did everything that the old mouse ordered her, and she lived quite well in a warm secluded mink.

"We will soon have guests," the mouse once said at her. - Once a week I come to visit my neighbor. He is very rich and lives much better than me. He has a big house underground, and he carries such a fur coat as you, right, and did not see, - a magnificent black fur coat! Walk out the girl, married him! You will not disappear with him! One misfortune: he is blind and does not see what you are pretty. Well, you will tell you the best fairy tale, which only you know.

But the inch did not want to marry a rich neighbor at all: because it was Mole - a sullen underground resident.

Soon a neighbor and in fact came to visit them.

True, he wore a fur coat very elegant - from the dark velvet. In addition, according to the field mouse, he was a scientist and very rich, and his house was almost twenty times more than that of the mouse. But he could not tolerate the sun and scolded all the flowers. Yes, and no wonder! After all, he never saw a single flower in his life.

The hostess-mouse made a thumbishment to sing for an expensive guest, and the girl will of the Will-Neils sang two songs, so it's so good that Mole came to admiration. But he did not say a word - he was so important, a powerful, not surrender ...

Having visited the neighbor, the Mole burned underground a long corridor from his home to the mink of the field mouse and invited the old woman along with the reception daughter to stroll along this underground gallery.

He took the Gnilushka in his mouth - in the dark, the perch shines not worse than the candles - and went ahead, illuminating the road.

Halfway the mole stopped and said:

- There is some bird here. But we have nothing to fear her - she is dead. Yes, here you can take a look.

And Mole began to fade with her wide nose in the ceiling until I stopped the hole in it. The daily light penetrates the underground move, and the deck saw a dead swallow.

There must be a poor bird died from the cold. Her wings were tightly pressed against the body, legs and heads are hidden in the feathers.

Thumbeller became very sorry for her. She loved these funny lightly birds so much - after all, they sang wonderful songs to her whole summer and taught her singing. But Mole pushed his swallow with his short legs and grumbled:

- What, I probably got sick? Do not whistle more? That's what is there! .. Yes, I would not want to be a pich tune. Just can wear in the air and twitter. And Winter will come - what to do? Pomayy, and that's it. No, my children do not have to disappear in winter from hunger and cold.

"Yes, yes," said the field mouse. - What is the GOY from this tweet and twitter? Song will not be fed, you won't get warm in the winter!

Thumbelina was silent. But when the mole and mouse turned to the bird with his back, she burned down to the swallow, spreading the feathers and kissed her straight into closed eyes.

"Maybe this is the smallest that so wonderfully sang in the summer," the girl thought. - How much joy you brought me, cute swallow! "

And in the meantime, the moles again embarked on a hole in the ceiling. Then, picking up the Gnilushka, he spent home the old woman mouse and an inch.

At night, the inch did not sleep. She got up from the bed, splaved a large carpet from dry and, having missed the underground gallery, covered them a dead bird. Then she found in the storeroom at the field mouse warm fluff, dry moss and arranged something like a nest for her swallow, so that she was not so tough and coldly lying on a frowning ground.

"Farewell, a cute swallow," said the thimble. - Goodbye! Thank you for my wonderful songs in the summer, when the trees were still green, and the sun is so nicely boiled.

And she pressed his head to a silky sticks on the chest at the bird.

And suddenly she heard that in his chest, the swallows had something measured: "A knock! Knock! " - First quiet, and then louder and louder. It clogged the heart of the swallow. The swallow was not dead - she only fascinated from the cold, and now warmed up and came to life.

For the winter, flocks are always flying into warm edges. Autumn has not yet had time to rip the green outfit from the trees, and the winged travelers are already going to the long road. If any of them will go back or will reflect, the prickly wind is mig than her light body. It becomes stuck, falls on the ground of the ground, and it will be covered with cold snow.

It happened and with this swallow, which heated an a cheese.

When the girl realized that the bird was alive, she was delighted and frightened. Would not be afraid! After all, next to her, the swallow seemed such a huge bird.

But still, the thumbnail gathered with the Spirit, warmed the swallow to his wicker carpet, and then escaped home, brought a leaf of mint, who she had sheltered instead of a blanket, and looked at the bird's head.

At the next night, the tech again sniffed to the swallow. The bird has already come to life at all, but it was still very weak and barely opened his eyes to look at the girl.

The inches stood in front of her with a piece of rot in his hands - she did not have another lantern.

- Thank you, cute baby! - said the sick swallow. - I woke up so well! Soon I will completely get better and again cure on the sun.

"Oh," said the thimble, "it's so cold now, it's snowing!" Stay better in my warm bed, and I will care for you.

And she brought a swallow of barley bins and water in a flower petal. Swallow drank, broke, and then told the girl how she hurt her wing about the crust and could not fly along with other swallows into the warm edges. Winter came, it became very cold, and she fell to the ground ... I didn't remember anything else. She did not even know how he fell here, in this dungeon.

All winter has lived a swallow in the underground gallery, and the inches took care of her, fed and slept her. Neither the mole, nor the field mouse, she said not a word about it - because both of them did not love birds at all.

When spring came and harvested the sun, the thumbnail opened, then the window that did in the mole ceiling, and the warm sunlight slipped under the ground.

Swallow said goodbye to the girl, plays the wings, but before flying, asked if the inches would want to get out with her to the will. Let him sit down on her back, and they will fly into the green forest.

But the thumbnail was sorry to throw an old field mouse - she knew that the old woman would be very boring without her.

- No, I can not! She said, sighing.

- Well, goodbye! Goodbye, cute girl! - Pessed the swallow.

Thumbelina looked for a long time, and the tears drip out from her eyes - she also wanted to spacious and sadly parted with a swallow.

Twi-Vite, Twee-Vite! - shouted the last time the swallow and disappeared in the green forest.

A thumbnail remained in mouse hole.

Every day she lived worse, everything is more boring. The old mouse did not allow her to leave far from the house, and the field around the mink threw away with high thick spikes and seemed to be a dormant forest.

And once the old woman, the mouse said in a cheek:

- Our neighbor, old mole, came to wrap you. Now you need to prepare dowry. You get married for an important person, and it is necessary that you all had plenty.

And the inch I had to spin yarn for all days.

The old woman hired four spiders. They were sitting in the day and night at the corners of the mouse mink and secretly made their business - the fabrics are different fabrics and a lace of lace from the thinnest cobweb.

And blind mole came every evening to visit and chatted that soon there would be an end to the evening, the sun will cease to fill the earth and it will again become soft and loose. Then they will play a wedding. But the tech is all sad and cried: she did not want to get married at all, and even in thick blind crot.

Every morning, at sunrise, and every evening, at sunset, the threshold of the mouse mink was extended. Sometimes the cheerful breeze spun the tops of the erasev, and the girl managed to see a piece of blue sky.

"How light, as good here on the will!" - Thought Thumbelina and he remembered the swallow. She would very much like to see the bird, but the swallow was not shown above the field. It must have rushed and rushed far and far there, in a green forest over the blue river ...

And the autumn came. Diving for a dehyder was ready.

- Four weeks your wedding! - Tempered mouse said.

But the thumbnail began to cry and replied that he did not want to marry a boring clock.

The old woman was angry.

- Void! - she said. - Do not stubborn, and not that try my teeth. How do you mole not husband? One fur coat what is worth! The king itself does not have such a fur coat! Yes, and in the cellars he is not empty. Thanks to the fate for such a husband!

Finally came the day of the wedding, and Mole came for his bride. So, she still will have to go with him in his dark hole, live there, deeply deep underground, and never see any white light, nor a clear sun - after all, you can't tolerate them?! And the poor thing was so hard to spread forever with a high sky and the Red Sun! At the field mouse, she could have emitted, with a mink threshold, admire them.

And now she came out to look at the white light for the last time. The bread was already removed from the field, and again out of the ground alone naked, dried stems. The girl went away from the mouse mink and stretched his hands to the sun:

- Goodbye, Sunny, goodbye! Then she saw a little red flower, hugged him and said:

- Cute flower, if you see a swallow, give her a bow from an incision.

- Twee-Vite, Twi-Vite! - Suddenly he was heard over her head.

Thumbelina raised her head and saw the swallow, which flew over the field. Swallow also saw the girl and was very happy. She sank to the ground, and the inch, crying, told her girlfriend, as she did not want to marry the old sullen Crow and live deep underground with him, where the sun was not looking at him.

"Cold winter comes," the swallow said, "and I fly away far away, in distant countries." Want to fly with me? Sit down to me on your back, only tie yourself to a rockwall, and we will fly away with you from the ugly clock, fly away, for the blue of the sea, in the warm edges, where the sun shines brighter, where there is an eternal summer and always bloom flowers. Fly with me, cute baby! After all, you saved my life when I frozen in a dark cold pit.

- Yes, yes, I will fly with you! - said in. She sat down his hand on his back and tightly tied himself a belt to the largest and most strong Peru.

The swallow of the arrow melted to the sky and flew over dark forests, over blue seas and high mountains covered with snow. It was very cold here, and the thumbnail all burned into the warm feathers of the swallows and fascinated only her head to admire the beautiful places over which they flew over.

Finally and warm edges! The sun shone here much brighter than us, the sky was higher, and the curly green grapes rushed along the hedge. Oranges and lemons were kept in groves, and funny children ran through the tracks and caught large motley butterflies.

But the swallow flew further and further. On the banks of the transparent blue lake in the midst of splashing trees stood an ancient white marble palace. Grape vines wrapped his high columns, and at the top, under the roof, the bird nests were purified. In one of them lived swallow.

- Here is my home! - she said. - And you choose yourself the most beautiful flower. I will put you in his cup, and you will heal perfectly.

Thumbelina was delighted and squeezed out of joy in his hands.

Below, in the grass, they lay pieces of white marble - this fell the top of one column and crashed into three parts. Between marble fragments grew large white as snow flowers.

Swallow went down and put a girl on a wide petal. But what kind of miracle? In a cup of flower, a little man was, such a light and transparent, as if he was from a crystal or morning dew. Behind his shoulders trembled with light wings, the little golden crown on the head is glittered, and he was not more than our inches. It was the king of elves.

When the swallow flew to the flower, the elf was not joking. After all, he was so small, and the swallow is so big!

But how he was delighted when the swallow flew away, leaving in the flower of an inch! He had never seen such a beautiful girl of one with him growth. He lowered her and asked her name.

- Thumbelina! - answered the girl.

- A cute thumbnail, "said Elf," do you agree to be my wife, queen flowers? "

Thumbelina looked at a beautiful elf. Oh, he was not at all like a stupid, dirty son of old toad and on the blind clock in a velvet fur coat! And she immediately agreed.

Then from each flower, distilling each other, flew elves. They surrounded the thimble and gifted it wonderful gifts.

But most of all other gifts enjoyed a thicker wings - a pair of transparent lung wings. just like dragonfly. They were tied with a thicker by shoulders, and she could now fly from a flower on a flower. That was joy!

- You will no longer call a thimble. We, elves, other names, said the king's thyme. - We will call you Maya!

And all the elves spoke above the colors in the merry dance, the lungs themselves and bright, like flower petals.

And the swallow was sitting at the top in his nest and sowed a song as he knew how.

All warm winter an elves danced under her songs. And when spring came to the cold countries, the swallow began to gather home.

- Bye Bye! - She talked her little girlfriend and flew through the sea, mountains and forests home, to Denmark.

There she had a small nest, just above the man's window, who knew how to tell a good fairy tales. Swallow told him about an inch, and from him and we learned this story.

There was a woman; She really wanted to have a child, but where to take it? And now she went to one old sorcerer and told her:

I so want to have a baby; Will you tell me where I get it?

From what! - said the sorceress. - Here is a barley grain; This is not a simple grain, not from those that the peasants sow in the field or throw chickens; put it in a flower pot - you will see what will happen!

Thank you! - the woman said and gave the sorcerer of twelve skills; Then he went home, planted a barley grain into a flower pot, and suddenly a large wonderful flower like a tulip grew out of it, but his petals were still tightly compressed, for sure at the unsolved bud.

What a nice flower! - She said and kissed beautiful motley petals.

Something clicked, and the flower dismissed. It was the exact tulip, but a tiny girl was sitting in a green chair on a green chair. She was so tender, small with inches inch, and nicknamed with a dehyder.

The brilliant lacquered walnut shell was her cradle, blue violets - a mattress, and a rose petal - a loser; In this cradle, she was laid on the night, and during the day she played on the table. On the table, the woman put a plate with water, and on the edges of the plate laid a wreath of flowers; Long stems of flowers have bathed in the water, the very edge floated a large petal of tulip. On it, the inches could be transferred on one side of the plate to another; Instead of cheerful, she had two white horse-haired hair. All this was the charm as cute! Thumbelina knew how to sing, and no one had no one heard than a gentle voice!

Once at night, when she lay in his cradle, a huge toad crashed through a broken window glass, wet, ugly! She jumped right on the table, where he slept under a pink petal.

Here is my son my son! - said toad, took a nut shell with the girl and jumped over the window into the garden.

There prohibited a large, wide river; The very shore was topco and visco; Here, in Tina, and lived toad with his son. Wow! What it was also a nasty, nasty! Extremely Moma.

Coax, Coax, bracket-ke-cupcake! "He could only say when he saw the adorable crumb in the walnut shell.

You are quieter! She will still wake up, perhaps, will run away from us, "the old woman said. - It's easier to swan fluff! I will land her in the middle of the river on a wide leaf of the pita - this is the whole island for such a crumb, it will not run away from there, and we will still save there, below, our nest. You're in it to live in it.

The river grew a lot of water lily; Their wide green leaves floated over the surface of the water. The biggest leaf was farther from the coast; To this, the leaf swam toad and put a nut shell with the girl.

Poor crumb woke up early in the morning, he saw where she got, and bitterly sharpened: there was water from all sides, and she could not move to land!

And the old toad sat down at the bottom, in Tina, and cleaned his dwelling with cane and yellow water lily shelters - it was necessary to embellish everything for young daughter-in-law! Then she swam with her ugly son to the sheet, where the thumbnail was sitting, to take, first of all, her cute bed and put the bride in the bedroom. The old toad very low in the water in front of the girl and said:

Here is my son, your future husband! You will nicely heal with him in Tine.

Coax, Coax, bracket-ke-cupcake! - just could say son.

They took a pretty crib and sailed with her, and the girl was left alone on a green leaf and bitterly crying, "she did not want to live at the ugly toad and marry her nasty son. Little fish that swam underwater, right, saw the toad with her son and heard that she said, because everyone was raised from the water head to look at the bride's crumb. And how they saw her, they became terribly a pity that such a nice girl had to go to live to the old tob to Tina. Do not go to it! Fish crowded downstairs, at the stem, on which the sheet was held, and vividly followed him with her teeth; The leaflet with the girl swam downstream, on, further ... Now, for no reason, I could not catch up with a crumb!

The thumbnail sailed past various adorable places, and small birds, who were sitting in the bushes, seeing her, sang:

What a pretty girl!

And the leaflet was sailed and sailed, and here the thumbnail fell abroad. Beautiful white moths all the time flungered around her and finally sat on a piece of leaf - he really liked the thumbnail! And she was terribly rejoice: the ugly toad could not catch up with her, and everything was so beautiful around! The sun and burning gold on the water! The thumbnail took off the belt from themselves, put the moth with one end, and the other tied to his piece of paper, and the leaflet sailed even faster.

By flew by the May beetle, saw the girl, grabbed her behind the thin waist with his paw and took it on the tree, and the green leaf swam further, and with him a moth - he was tied and could not free himself.

Oh, how a poor thing was frightened when the beetle grabbed her and flew to her tree! Especially she sorry was a pretty moth, which she tied to a sheet: he would have to die now with hunger, if he fails to be free. But the May beetle and grief were little.

He sat down with a crumb on the biggest green leaf, fed her with sweet floral juice and said that she was the beauty of what a pretty, although it was completely unlike the May beetle.

Then other May beetles came to them, which lived on the same tree. They looked around the girl from the head to the legs, and the bug bars moved to the mustache and said:

She has only two legs! Sorry to watch!

She has no mustache!

What is her thin waist! Fi! She just like a person! How ugly! - All female beetles said in one voice.

Thumbelina was premium! The May beetle, who brought her, she also liked very much first, and then he suddenly found that she was imperative, and did not want to keep her more - let him go where he wants. He flew away from the tree and put it on the chamomile. Here the girl began to cry about the fact that she is so ugly: even the May beetles did not want to keep her! And at the very matter, it was a charming creature: tender, clear, precisely rose petal.

The whole summer has lived a thimble one-identity in the forest. She walked to himself a cradle and hung her under a large loopish leaf - there could not get her rain. She eaten a sweet flower pollen, and saw the dew, which was found every morning on leaves. So passed summer and autumn; But it went to winter, long and cold. All singer's birds scattered, bushes and flowers faded, a large burdow leaf, under which the thumbnail lived, yellowed, the whole drying and curled into the tube. Merzla's crumb itself from the cold: it was broken by a dress, and she was so small, gentle - frozen, and that's it! Snow went, and every snowflake was the same for her that for us a whole snow shovel; We are big, and she was just with an inch! She wrapped in a dry leaf, but he did not warm at all, and the poor thing was trembling like a leaf.

Near the forest, where she got, lay a big field; The bread has long been removed, alone naked, dry stalks stuck out of the marzular land; For a deweist, it was a whole forest. Wow! How she was trembling from the cold! And now the poor thing came to the door of the field mouse; The door was a small hole, covered with dry stalks and wasnches. Field mouse lived in warmth and contentment: all the barns were a bit of bread grains; Kitchen and pantry broken from the supplies! The threshold became the threshold as a bench, and asked her a piece of barley grain - she did not eat anything for two days!

Oh, you are a poor thing! - said the field mouse: she was, in essence, the kind old woman. - Stay here, make me mess around and eat with me!

The girl liked the mouse, and the mouse said:

You can live with me all winter, just remove the pretense my rooms yes, tell me fairy tales - I am to them a big hunter.

And the thumbnail began to do everything that the mouse ordered her, and healed perfectly.

Soon, perhaps, we will have guests, "said somehow field mouse. - My neighbor usually visits me once a week. He lives even much better than me: he has huge halls, and he walks in a wonderful velvet fur coat. Now if you managed to marry him! You would heal on glory! The trouble is just that he is blind and can not see you; But you tell him the best fairy tales that you know.

But the girl was little business before all this: she didn't want to marry a neighbor at all - after all, it was Mole. He really came to visit the field mouse. True, he wore a black velvet coat, was very rich and scientist; According to the field mouse, he had a room every twenty more spacious than her, but he didn't love her at all, nor beautiful flowers and responded to them very badly - he had never seen them. The girl had to sing, and she sang two songs: "The May beetle, fly, fly" and "wanders in the meadows of the monk," so nice that Mole is really fell in love with her. But he did not say a word - he was such a power and solid lord.

Mole recently broke down the long gallery from his housing to the door of the field mouse and allowed the mouse and the girl to walk through this gallery as much as you like. Mole requested only not to be afraid of the dead bird, which lay there. It was a real bird, with feathers, with a beak; She must have died recently, at the beginning of winter, and was buried to the ground just where Mole was breaking his gallery.

Mole picked in the mouth of the Gnilushka - in the dark, it is still like a candle, - and went ahead, lighting a long dark gallery. When they reached the place where the dead bird lay, the mole puled with her wide nose in an earthen ceiling with a hole, and daylight was made to the gallery. In the middle of the gallery, she lay a dead swallow; Pretty wings were tightly pressed against the body, the paws and head are hidden in the feathers; Poor bird, right, died from the cold. The girl became terribly sorry for her, she loved these cute birds, which the songs so wonderfully sang the songs so wonderfully, but Mole pushed the bird with her short paw and said:

I suppose not whistles more! Here is a bitter fate to be born with a bog! Thank God that my children have nothing to be afraid of this! A sort of bird is only able to tweet - unwinding freeze in winter!

Yes, yes, truth is yours, smart words are pleased to hear, "the field mouse said. - What is the GOY from this tweet? What does it bring a bird? Cold and hunger in winter? Many, nothing to say!

The inches did not say anything, but when Mole with the mouse turned to the bird with his back, bent to her, spreading his aces and kissed her straight into closed eyes. "Maybe this is the most that so wonderfully sank in the summer! - I thought the girl. - How much joy you gave me, sweet, good bird! "

Mole again plugged the hole in the ceiling and spent the ladies back. But the girl did not sleep at night. She got up from the bed, splaved from dryly the big glorious carpet, demolished him to the gallery and wrapped in him a dead bird; Then I found the fluff from the field and laid the whole swallow, so that she was warmer to lie on the cold ground.

Farewell, a nice bird, "said the thumbnail. - Goodbye! Thank you for being so wonderful to me in the summer, when all the trees were so green, and the sun is so nicely gotten!

And she bowed her head on the poultry breasts, but suddenly scared - inside something stumbled. It was hammered by the heart of the bird: she did not die, but only stuck from the cold, now it was warmed and came to life.

In the fall, the swallows fly into the warm edges, and if it gets, then from the cold it becomes the cold, falls to the ground, and it will be covered with cold snow.

The girl all trembled from fright - the bird was simply a giant in comparison with the crumb, "but still gathered with the Spirit, even more walked the swallow, then escaped brought a leaf of mint, who was closed instead of the blanket itself, and covered the heads of the birds instead of the blanket.

At the next night, the tech again sniffed to the swallow. The bird completely came to life, only was still very weak and barely opened his eyes to look at the girl who stood before her with a piece of rot in his hands, - she did not have another lantern.

Thank you, cute baby! - said the sick swallow. - I was so nicely warmed up. Soon I will completely get better and again cure on the sun.

Oh, - the girl said, - now it's so cold, it is snow! Stay better in my warm bed, I will care for you.

And the tech brought the bird of water in the flower petal. Swallow drank and told the girl, as he hung out a wing of a ternue bush and therefore could not fly together with other swallows into the warm edges. As fell on the ground and ... yes she didn't remember anything else and how he got here - he did not know.

All winter lived here Swallow, and the inches took care of her. Neither the mole nor the field mouse knew nothing about it - they did not like the birds at all.

When spring came and harvested the sun, the swallow spreads goodbye to the girl, and the thumbnail reliced \u200b\u200bthe hole that Mole did.

The sun was so nicely gotten, and the swallow asked if the girl would not want to go with her, - let it sit down on her back, and they will fly to the green forest! But the thumbnail did not want to throw a field mouse - she knew that the old woman would be very upset.

No you can not! - She told the girl with a swallow.

Farewell, goodbye, cute good baby! - said Swallow and flew to the sun.

Thumbelina looked after her, and she even had tears in her eyes, "her poor bird loved her very much.

KVI-VIT, KVY-VIT! - Touch the bird and disappeared in the green forest. The girl was very sad. She was not allowed to go out at the sun, and the breadfield was so overgrown with high thick spikes, which was a dormant forest for poor crumbs.

In the summer you have to prepare your god! - She told her field mouse. It turned out that a boring neighbor in a velvet fur coat launched a girl.

It is necessary that you only had a widow, and there you will marry the clock and you will not be able to need anything!

And the girl had to spin on all day, and the old woman hired four spiders for textile, and they worked the day and night.

Every evening, the mole came to the field of the mouse and everything only chatted that I would soon have an end to the summer, the sun would stop the earth so much, - and then she was very like a stone, - and then they would play a wedding. But the girl was not at all glad: she did not like a boring mole. Every morning at the sunrise, the sun and every evening at sunset, the threshold of the mouse mink went on the threshold; Sometimes the wind spread the top of the bumps, and she managed to see a piece of blue sky. "How light, as well there, on the will!" - thought the girl and recalled the swallow; She would very much like to see the bird, but there was no swallow anywhere: it must have flown there, far away, in the green forest!

By the fall, the thumbnail prepared all his dowry.

A month later your wedding! - She told the girl field mouse.

But the baby was crying and said that he did not want to marry a boring clock.

Fucking! - said the old woman mouse. - Only not a capricious, otherwise I will bite you - you see, what is my white tooth? You will have a wonderful husband. The queen itself does not have such a velvet coat, like him! And in the kitchen and in the cellar he is not empty! Thank God for such a husband!

The wedding day has come. Mole came after the girl. Now she had to go behind him in his hole, live there, deeply drunk underground, and never go out in the sun, - I could not tolerate him! And the poor crumb was so hard forever spread with the Red Sun! At the field mouse, she still could even occasionally admire him.

And the thumbnail came out to look at the sun for the last time. The bread was already removed from the field, and from the earth again stuck alone naked, dried stems. The girl moved away from the door and stretched his hands to the sun:

Goodbye, clear sun, goodbye!

Then she hugged the little red flower with her handmakers, which grew here, and told him:

Bow from me a cute swallow, if you see her!

KVI-VIT, KVY-VIT! - Suddenly he ran out over her head.

Thumbelina raised her eyes and saw the swallow, which flew past. The swallow also saw the girl and was very happy, and the girl was crying and told the swallow, as she did not want to marry the nasty clock and live deep underground with him, where the sun would never look.

A cold winter will come soon, "the swallow said," and I fly away far, in warm edges. " Want to fly with me? You can sit on my back - only tie themselves with a brown belt - and we will fly away from you away from the nasty clock, far beyond the blue sea, in warm edges, where the sun shines brighter, where there is always summer and bloom wonderful flowers! Fly with me, cute baby! After all, you saved my life when I frozen in the dark, cold pit.

Yes, yes, I will fly with you! - said the thumbschochka, sat down on his back, rested himself to the legs into her open wings and tied himself tied himself with a belt to the biggest Peru.

Swallow squeezed the arrow and flew over dark forests, over blue seas and high mountains covered with snow. There was a passion as cold; Thumbelina all burned into the warm fears of swallows and only the head was drowned to admire all the charms who met on the way.

But here is warm edges! The sun shone is already much brighter, and there are green and black grapes near the canvas and the hedge. In the forests of ripe, lemons and oranges, smelled of peace and fragrant mint, and the tracks were running along the tracks and caught big motley butterflies. But the swallow flew farther and further, and the further, the one was better. On the shores of a beautiful blue lake, in the middle of green curly trees, stood an ancient white marble palace. Grape vines wrapped up his high columns, and at the top, under the roof, pallowing nests were frozen. In one of them and there was a swallow, which brought a thumb.

Here is my home! - said swallow. - And you choose yourself at the bottom of any beautiful flower, I will put you in it, and you will wonderfully heal!

That would be good! Said the baby and walked into his hands.

Downstairs lay large pieces of marble, "the top of one column fell and crashed into three pieces, large white flowers grew between them. Swallow went down and planted a girl to one of the wide petals. But here is Divo! In the very cup of flower, a small little man, white and transparent, precisely crystal. On his head, he shone the adorable golden crown, brilliant wings fluttered behind the shoulders, and he himself was not more than a deh.

It was an elf. In each flower there is an elf, a boy or a girl, and the one who sat next to a deweist, was the king of the elves.

Oh, how good it is! - whispered in. The swallow.

The little king is completely overwhelmed at the sight of swallows. He was so tiny, gentle, and she seemed to him just a monster. But he was very happy, seeing our crumb, - he never yet had such a pretty girl! And he removed his golden crown, put on her inch on his head and asked her name and would she want to be his wife, queen elves and queen flowers? That's so husband! Not that the son of the toad or mole in velvet fur coat! And the girl agreed. Then the elves flew out of each flower - boys and girls - such pretty, which is just charm! They all brought out a height gifts. The best was a pair of transparent drapery wings. They were attached to the back of the girl, and she could also fly from a flower on a flower! That was joy! And the swallow sat at the top, in his nest, and sang them as soon as I knew how to. But she herself was very sad: she firmly loved the girl firmly and would like the age of not parting with her.

In the direction of Adam
Swallow flew straight
Exactly knowing the right course
And free resource forces.

The goal of their close Ile is distant,
Sun behind or side,
It was a girl to do not care.
She wanted to fly.

And look for landmarks
Outside his native apartment
South il north under the tail
It somehow later.

It became a swallow to decline.
What kind of individuals are spinning?
Mosquitoes are not mosquitoes?
Great for midges.

All a little bit monotonous
Far from ugly
Know the unknown boot
Mother-Nature view.

Praise perspectives.
Boys are slim, beautiful,
Proud profile, nose, kadyk,
Wings - a special chic.

All with an a cheek sprout
All flutter on the flowers,
Having fun day-day.
And everyone in the soul is peace.

"Miracles life is rich!
What is this guys? " -
"Elves race - fantasy fruit,
Wonderful people. " -

"Does such exist?" -
"But the eyes are not bluffing.
Very soon this swarm
Get acquainted with you. " -

"Immediately all?" - "No, gradually." -
"I wanted without fail
Although a little bit of them know
So that it seeks not to fall. " -

"The world is subject to all of their charm,
But feed nectar
Multiply like everyone else
More often in the middle lane

Area of \u200b\u200btheir habitat
There is, but Skitnya
Don't fear, the wings are,
Kindness please take into account

Curiosity, culture,
Beauty, musculature,
Longevity and mind.
Won flies. Do you hear noise? "

Noise was not in risen.
Elf from Lily of Lily of Malina
Approached slowly
Mildly wings a rustle.

"Hello, cute beauty.
True wonderful weather?
I'm looking, already spring
Coming, mother is honest!

Or simply seemed
You were near
Ozariv and forest and meadow
Light sunny around. "

She, having filled out the gazemon:
"Oh, what are you talking about! -
Answered. - meanwhile
We are not connected with nothing.

And we do not know each other.
Maybe I'm a different circle ... "-
"Ah, madam, sorry.
Elf Adam. I live without a wing. " -

"How bold there are speeches."
The head was drawn into the shoulders,
The eye on the swallow mowed
View of the response she said:

"I'm from the very beginning
Like, Adam promised.
What do you stand? Do not think, not rare,
Answer, take, of owners. " -

"I am an inch ..." - "Fine!
I'm already extremely clear
We will come to each other.
Walk to go?

Get acquainted closer.
How much do you mean me? " -
"Inch the latter was froze ..." -
"Wonderful, Ma Cher.

I did not dream about the best.
I myself was smeared my little.
Santimeter, already, under three.
How do we come, see!

How old is it? " - "Soon God". -
"Yes, funny episodic.
I ask me to understand
Three hundred eighty five.

But not weak and not a cripple.
For love four centuries
This is, in general, trifle.
So it's not? " - "Of course, so." -

"Prerequisites I do not see
To kink from each other
They were going to navigate.
To be together! To be! " -

"And here I worry everything
How in the elves, life is attached.
Suddenly they will not take me to the staff
I looked off, you're waters. " -

"Listen, did you sleep, or what?
We are elves, not trolls.
We give us good, no evil,
So big is lucky

What did you get here ... "-
"By the way, I wanted to say
That it is time for me to know and honor ", -
Not wanting to listen to

Swallow retired.
The heroine remained,
Having put on her hand following:
"We will see you, hello!"

Elf in the mentor walked the skin,
Explaining the procedure
Naturalization
In the elves of the reservation:

"It is unlikely that something will affect.
Will be glanced, scattering
Suddenly in you what spice.
Testing

Month or two fattening
Wings will be issued and become
You are just like us almost.
But, love, please

I believe, I do not simplify
I do not promise to live with my
And you can't kold.
It can be conveyed

Inherited, not otherwise
And do not put yourself tasks
To be through the walling
Go to the secrets of witchcraft.

Better not even try. " -
"Do not be accused of accusing.
Really needed! We are family.
You are not a troll, not a witch. "

All when they spoke
That each other fell in love
That in the views on the budget
Disagreement seems to no

That the duty is that the right
He led her through herbs
Represent as a lady du
Their people and leaders.

In our country, Hans Christian Andersen has long been popular. "Thumbelina", the summary of which will be set out in the article - one of the favorite fairy tales of the Danish writer.

History

In December 1835, the work was first published in Copenhagen. Critics treated him with disapproval. And only one wrote that the fairy tale is amazing. I really liked the "Thumbelina" children. A brief content of the fairy tale will not fully transfer its charm. Better to purchase a book in the store.

The image of the main heroine

This is a little girl. In the size of everything inch. She is courageous, patient and constant. The girl had a good heart and always tried to help everyone who fell into trouble.

Andersen, "Thumbelina": summary

The fairy tale speaks of a woman who did not have children, but really wanted. And on the advice of one sorcerer, she raised a little girl from a barley whitney. The crawler for her was a walnut shell. She slept in her at night, and the day he played on the table. There, the girl stood a whole lake, more precisely speaking, a deep plate with water, and the flowers were laid down on the edge. Thumbelina swam through her little lake and shed songs. She had a wonderful and gentle voice, which was better not heard.

But one day a big toad burst into a relaxed and joyful life. She sneaked at night in a window where the girl was standing. The toad stole an inch to marry her ugly son. The girl was attributed to the middle of the river and planted onto the sheet so that she did not run away, and it was possible to organize a wedding.

When the toads left to prepare a home for newlyweds, the thumbnail began to cry. She was heard fish and decided to help. They were overwhelmed by the stalk of the sheet, and swear a nice girl from these toads. And then she got to the May beetle, but his friends found the girl too prude and ugly. Then he left a thyme on the chamomile. Upset, she sat and cried. It seemed to her that she was ugly, although she was actually pretty.

Thumbelina got to which he was heated and fed. She advised the girl to marry a rich clock. But he was old and did not like the heroine, she dreamed of escape, but did not know where.

Throughout the winter, the inches took care of the swallow, whom everyone considered dead. But the girl heard the hearts of the birds beating. In the spring swallow, it was necessary to fly away, and she called her savior with him. But she refused, because she did not want to leave the field mouse. When it became to go to the wedding with a mole, the girl began to regret that he did not fly away with the bird. And in the main day before marriage, the thumbnail was asked to say goodbye to the Sun, where he met the swallow. And this time she did not refuse to fly with her.

They flew together into the warm edge, where the inches ended up on the flower, next to the king of the elves. In the final of the fairy tale, the king of the elves makes her an offer, and the girl gets a couple of wings for a wedding.

The product "Thumbelina", which summarizes the summary above, is obliged to read each child and adult, and in full.

A childless woman on the advice of the sorcerer raised a girl in an increment to the tulip of a tulip - an inch. The wafer for her was a nut tulip, a boat - a tulip petal in a dish with water and flowers, where the girl was swam and sang.

Once at night, she stole her toad to make a bride for her ugly son. Crying a deck, sitting on a leaf of the pita, while the toads decorated their dwelling, degraded the fish - they blocked the stem and the girl swam downstream, with the help of a "hardened" moth.

The beauty took to him the May beetle, but his relatives did not like the impulse girl, and he left her in the chamomile. The inches burst out from what he considered himself ugly, although in fact was very pretty.

In winter, the girl left the forest and desired to the mink of the field mouse. She warmed up and fed the poor man, left her and advised to marry a rich clock. Being visiting this enviable groom, the inch saw the swallow - it was all considered dead, but the girl, shelting the bird with a cover with herbs, heard the bird's heart beats.

All winter, the thumbnail took care of the swallow, drowned about the ternary bush and retired from the relatives, and the spring was flew away, offering the girl to fly with her (refused - it was a pity to throw a mouse).

In the meantime, Mole has already been launched to a dechard, and everyone was preparing for the wedding. In the fall, the dowry was ready, and the words of the girl about the fact that she does not want to marry the clock, the mouse threatened her teeth. On the wedding day, the bride came to say goodbye to the sun and flowers, and met a swallow.

The bird again suggested flying away - and this time the inch did not refuse. In the warm edge, the swallow planted a girlfriend in a flower where the king of the elves was sitting. He made a sense of beauty, and a couple of beautiful wings gave her a wedding.