Perhaps “Thumbelina” is one of the best fairy tales in the world. magical stories. Sensitive, kind, wise, she always disturbs the hearts of children and adults with the amazing story that befell the sweet and charming heroine. She was born into the flower of a kind, lonely woman who had no children. But it just so happened that tiny Thumbelina, sleeping in a nutshell, was stolen by a vile swamp toad in order to marry her slacker son. The girl shed bitter tears right over the quiet surface small lake. And the fish heard her cry. They helped the little beauty, and soon the arrogant beetle saved her from the toad's pursuit.

The story continued in the forest where the arrogant Beetle lived. But his love quickly passed, because the find was not liked by his forest friends, caterpillars and other not very attractive insects. Then there was a mole and a rat, hunger and cold. But a sweet, swift-winged swallow rescued this girl from ominous captivity. This is how she responded to the kindness of Thumbelina herself, who also once saved a swallow from the frost. And of course, how can you get by in this story without love? Finally, she found this wonderful heroine in the face of a handsome prince who lived in the kingdom of marvelous elves. And now Thumbelina has found herself in a place where she can be truly happy.

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Fairy tale Thumbelina
There lived one woman in the world. She didn't have children, but she really wanted a baby. So she went to the old witch and said:

- I really want to have a daughter, even the smallest one!..

- What’s easier! - answered the witch. - Here's some barley grain for you. This grain is not simple, not the kind that ripens in your fields and is born as food for birds. Take him and put him in flower pot. You'll see what happens.

- Thank you! - said the woman and gave the witch twelve coppers.

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

As soon as she watered it, the seed immediately sprouted. Two leaves and a tender stem appeared from the ground. And on the stem a large wonderful flower appeared, like a tulip. But the flower's petals were tightly compressed: it had not yet bloomed.

- What a lovely flower! - the woman said and kissed the beautiful colorful petals.

At that very moment, something clicked in the core of the flower, and it opened. It was indeed a large tulip, but in its cup sat a living girl. She was tiny, tiny, only an inch tall. That's why they called her that - Thumbelina.

Thumbelina's cradle was made from a shiny varnished shell walnut. Instead of a feather bed, they put several violets there, and instead of a blanket, a rose petal. The girl was placed in this cradle at night, and during the day she played on the table.

The woman placed a deep plate of water in the middle of the table, and placed flowers along the edge of the plate. Their long stems bathed in water, and the flowers remained fresh and fragrant for a long time.

For little Thumbelina, a plate of water was a whole lake, and she floated on this lake on a tulip petal, like on a boat. Instead of oars, she had two white horsehairs. Thumbelina spent whole days riding on her wonderful boat, swimming from one side of the plate to the other and singing songs. No one had ever heard such a gentle voice as hers.

One night, when Thumbelina was sleeping in her cradle, open window A huge old toad, wet and ugly, snuck into the room. She jumped from the windowsill onto the table and looked into the shell, where Thumbelina was sleeping under a rose petal.

- How good! - said the old toad. - My son will have a nice bride!

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

A river flowed near the garden, and right under its bank there was a marshy swamp. It was here, in the swamp mud, that the old toad lived with his son. The son was also wet and ugly - just like his mother!

- Coax, coax, brekke-ke-cake! - that was all he could say when he saw the little girl in the nutshell.

- Quiet! If you wake her up, she’ll run away from us,” said the old toad. - After all, she is lighter than a feather. Let's take her to the middle of the river and plant her there on a water lily leaf - for such a little thing it's a whole island. There's no way she can escape from there. In the meantime, I will make a cozy nest for you in the mud.

There were many water lilies growing in the river. Their wide green leaves floated on the water. The largest leaf was the farthest from the shore! The toad swam to this leaf and placed a nutshell on it, in which the girl was sleeping.

Oh, how frightened poor Thumbelina was when she woke up in the morning! And how could you not be scared! She was surrounded by water on all sides, and the shore was barely visible in the distance. Thumbelina covered her eyes with her hands and cried bitterly.

And the old toad sat in the mud and decorated her house with reeds and yellow water lilies - she wanted to please her young daughter-in-law. When everything was ready, she swam with her ugly son to the leaf on which Thumbelina was sitting in order to take her crib and move it to her house.

Smiling sweetly, the old toad squatted low in the water in front of the girl and said:

- Here is my son! He will be your husband! You will live happily with him in our mud.

- Coax, coax, brekke-ke-cake! - that’s all my son could say.

The toads took the shell and swam away with it. And Thumbelina still stood alone in the middle of the river on a large green water lily leaf and cried bitterly - she did not at all want to live with the nasty toad and marry her nasty son.

The little fish that were swimming under the water heard what the old toad woman said. They had seen the groom and mother before. Now they stuck their heads out of the water to look at the bride.

Looking at Thumbelina with their round eyes, they went to the very bottom and began to think what to do now. They were terribly sorry that such a cute little girl would have to live with these disgusting toads somewhere under a snag in thick, greasy mud. This won't happen! Fish from all over the river gathered at the water lily leaf on which Thumbelina was sitting and gnawed the stem of the leaf.

And so the water lily leaf floated downstream. The current was strong and the leaf was floating very quickly. Now there was no way the old toad could catch up with Thumbelina.

-What a cute little girl!

The light white moth kept circling over Thumbelina and finally landed on a leaf - he really liked this tiny traveler.

And Thumbelina took off her silk belt, threw one end over the moth, tied the other to a leaf, and the leaf floated even faster. At this time, a cockchafer flew by. He saw Thumbelina, grabbed her and carried her up a tree. The green leaf of the water lily floated on without her and soon disappeared from sight, and with it the moth: after all, it was tightly tied to the leaf with a silk belt.

How frightened poor Thumbelina was when the horned beetle grabbed her with its paws and soared high into the air with her! And she felt very sorry for the white moth. What will happen to him now? After all, he will die of hunger if he fails to free himself.

But the Maybug doesn’t have enough grief. He sat on a branch big tree, sat Thumbelina next to him and told her that he really liked her, although she was not at all like cockchafers.

Then other cockchafers who lived on the same tree came to visit them. They looked at Thumbelina with curiosity, and their daughters spread their wings in bewilderment.

- She only has two legs! - some said.

“She doesn’t even have tentacles!” - said others.

- How weak and thin she is! Just look, it will break in half,” said others.

“She looks very much like a human, and also ugly,” all the beetles finally decided.

Even the cockchafer, who brought Thumbelina, now thought that she was not at all good, and he decided to say goodbye to her - let him go wherever he knows. He flew down with Thumbelina and put her on a daisy.

Thumbelina sat on a flower and cried: she was sad that she was so ugly. Even the cockchafers drove her away!

But in fact, she was very nice. Perhaps there was no one better than her in the world.

Thumbelina lived all summer alone in a large forest. She wove a cradle for herself out of grass and hung it under large sheet burdock to shelter from the rain and sun. She ate sweet flower honey and drank the dew that she found on the leaves every morning.

So summer passed, and autumn passed. A long time was approaching cold winter. The birds flew away, the flowers withered, and the large burdock leaf under which Thumbelina lived turned yellow, dried up and curled up into a tube.

The cold penetrated through Thumbelina. Her dress was all torn, and she was so small and tender - how could she not freeze! It began to snow, and every snowflake was for Thumbelina what a whole shovelful of snow was for us. We are big, after all, and she was only an inch tall. She wrapped herself in a dry leaf, but it did not warm her at all, and the poor thing herself trembled like an autumn leaf in the wind.

Then Thumbelina decided to leave the forest and look for shelter for the winter.

Behind the forest where she lived there was a large field. The grain had long since been removed from the field, and only short, dry stalks stuck out from the frozen ground.

It was even colder in the field than in the forest, and Thumbelina was completely frozen while she made her way between the dried, hard stems.

Finally she reached the field mouse's hole. The entrance to the hole was carefully covered with blades of grass and blades of grass.

The field mouse lived in warmth and contentment: her kitchen and pantry were chock full of grains. Thumbelina, like a beggar, stopped at the threshold and asked for at least a piece of barley grain - for two days she had not had a crumb in her mouth.

- Oh, you poor thing! - said the field mouse (she was, in essence, a kind old woman). Well, come here, warm yourself and eat with me!

And Thumbelina went down into the hole, warmed herself and ate.

“I like you,” she said to her, looking at her with black eyes shining like beads. - Stay with me for the winter. I will feed you, and you clean my house well and tell me fairy tales - I’m a big fan of them.

And Thumbelina stayed.

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

“Soon we will have guests,” a field mouse told her one day. — Once a week my neighbor comes to visit me. He is very rich and lives much better than me. He has big house underground, and he wears a fur coat like you’ve probably never seen - a magnificent black fur coat! Come out, girl, marry him! You won't be lost with him! There's just one problem: he's blind and won't see how pretty you are. Well, at least you will tell him the best fairy tale you know.

But Thumbelina did not at all want to marry her rich neighbor: after all, he was a mole - a gloomy underground inhabitant.

Soon the neighbor actually came to visit them.

True, he wore a very elegant fur coat - made of dark velvet. In addition, according to the field mouse, he was a scientist and very rich, and his house was almost twenty times larger than that of the mouse. But he hated the sun and cursed all the flowers. And no wonder! After all, he had never seen a single flower in his life.

The housewife made Thumbelina sing for dear guest, and the girl, willy-nilly, sang two songs, and so well that the mole was delighted. But he didn’t say a word - he was so important, sedate, taciturn...

After visiting a neighbor, the mole dug underground long corridor from his house to the field mouse hole and invited the old woman and her adopted daughter to take a walk through this underground gallery.

He took the rotten thing into his mouth - in the dark the rotten thing shines as well as a candle - and walked forward, illuminating the way.

Halfway there the mole stopped and said:

— There is some kind of bird lying here. But we have nothing to fear from her - she is dead. Yes, you can see for yourself.

And the mole began to poke his wide nose into the ceiling until he dug a hole in it. Daylight penetrated underground passage, and Thumbelina saw a dead swallow.

The poor bird must have died from the cold. Her wings were pressed tightly to her body, her legs and head were hidden in feathers.

Thumbelina felt very sorry for her. She loved these cheerful, light-winged birds so much - after all, they sang wonderful songs to her all summer and taught her to sing. But the mole pushed the swallow with his short paws and grumbled:

- What, I suppose she’s quieted down? Don't you whistle anymore? That’s just it!.. Yes, I wouldn’t want to be such a birdie. All they can do is fly around in the air and chirp. And when winter comes, what should they do? Die, that's all. No, my children will not have to disappear in the winter from hunger and cold.

“Yes, yes,” said the field mouse. “What good is all this chirping and chirping?” You won't be satisfied with songs, and you won't be warm with tweets in winter!

Thumbelina was silent. But when the mole and the mouse turned their backs to the bird, she bent down to the swallow, parted her feathers and kissed her right on her closed eyes.

“Maybe this is the same swallow that sang so wonderfully in the summer,” the girl thought. “How much joy you brought me, dear swallow!”

Meanwhile, the mole again sealed the hole in the ceiling. Then, having picked up the rotten thing, he escorted the old mouse and Thumbelina home.

Thumbelina couldn't sleep that night. She got out of bed, wove a large carpet from dry blades of grass and, making her way into the underground gallery, covered the dead bird with it. Then she found a field mouse in the pantry warm fluff, dry moss and made something like a nest for the swallow so that it would not be so hard and cold for her to lie on the frozen ground.

“Goodbye, dear swallow,” said Thumbelina. - Goodbye! Thank you for singing your wonderful songs to me in the summer, when the trees were still green and the sun was warming so nicely.

And she pressed her head against the silky feathers on the bird’s chest.

And suddenly she heard something rhythmically knocking in the swallow’s chest: “Knock! Knock! - at first quietly, and then louder and louder. It was the swallow's heart beating. The swallow was not dead - it was only numb from the cold, but now it has warmed up and come to life.

For the winter, flocks of swallows always fly to warmer climes. Autumn has not yet had time to tear the green outfit from the trees, and the winged travelers are already getting ready for a long journey. If any of them lags behind or is late, the prickly wind will instantly freeze her light body. She will become numb, fall to the ground dead, and be covered in cold snow.

This happened with this swallow, which Thumbelina warmed up.

When the girl realized that the bird was alive, she was both happy and scared. Don't be afraid! After all, next to her the swallow seemed like such a huge bird.

But nevertheless, Thumbelina gathered her courage, covered the swallow warmly with her wicker carpet, and then ran home, brought a mint leaf, which she used to cover herself instead of a blanket, and wrapped it around the bird’s head.

The next night, Thumbelina again slowly made her way to the swallow. The bird had already completely come to life, but was still very weak and barely opened its eyes to look at the girl.

Thumbelina stood in front of her with a piece of rotten wood in her hands - she had no other lantern.

- Thank you, dear baby! - said the sick swallow. - I warmed up so well! Soon I will be completely recovered and will be out in the sunshine again.

“Oh,” said Thumbelina, “it’s so cold now, it’s snowing!” You better stay in your warm bed, and I will take care of you.

And she brought the swallow barley grains and water in a flower petal. The swallow drank, ate, and then told the girl how she had injured her wing on a thorn bush and could not fly away with the other swallows to warmer lands. Winter came, it became very cold, and she fell to the ground... The swallow didn’t remember anything else. She didn't even know how she got here, into this dungeon.

The swallow lived all winter in the underground gallery, and Thumbelina looked after her, fed and watered her. She didn’t say a word about this to either the mole or the field mouse - after all, neither of them liked birds at all.

When spring came and the sun warmed up, Thumbelina opened the window that the mole had made in the ceiling, and the warm sunbeam slipped underground.

The swallow said goodbye to the girl, spread her wings, but before flying out, she asked if Thumbelina wanted to go free with her. Let him sit on her back and they will fly to green forest.

But Thumbelina was sorry to leave the old field mouse - she knew that the old woman would be very bored without her.

- No, I can’t! - she said, sighing.

- Well, goodbye! Goodbye, sweet girl! - the swallow chirped.

Thumbelina looked after her for a long time, and tears fell from her eyes - she, too, wanted to go out into the open and was sad to part with the swallow.

Tweet, tweet, tweet! - the swallow shouted for the last time and disappeared into the green forest.

And Thumbelina remained in the mouse hole.

Every day her life became worse, more boring. The old mouse did not allow her to go far from home, and the field around the hole was overgrown with tall, thick ears of corn and seemed like a dense forest to Thumbelina.

And then one day the old mouse woman said to Thumbelina:

“Our neighbor, an old mole, came to woo you.” Now you need to prepare the dowry. You are marrying an important person, and you need to have plenty of everything.

And Thumbelina had to spin yarn for whole days.

The old mouse hired four spiders. Day and night they sat in the corners of the mouse hole and quietly did their job - they wove various fabrics and wove lace from the thinnest cobwebs.

And the blind mole came to visit every evening and chatted about how summer would soon end, the sun would stop scorching the earth and it would become soft and loose again. That's when they will get married. But Thumbelina was still sad and crying: she didn’t want to marry at all, especially to a fat blind mole.

Every morning, at sunrise, and every evening, at sunset, Thumbelina went beyond the threshold of the mouse hole. Sometimes a cheerful breeze moved the tops of the ears of grain, and the girl managed to see a piece of blue sky.

“It’s so light, how nice it is to be free here!” - thought Thumbelina and kept remembering the swallow. She would really like to see the bird, but the swallow did not appear over the field. She must have been winding and rushing far, far away there, in the green forest above the blue river...

And then autumn came. The dowry for Thumbelina was ready.

- Your wedding is in four weeks! - said the field mouse to Thumbelina.

But Thumbelina began to cry and replied that she did not want to marry the boring mole.

The old mouse woman got angry.

- Nonsense! - she said. “Don’t be stubborn, or you’ll taste my teeth.” Why isn't a mole your husband? One fur coat is worth it! The king himself does not have such a fur coat! And his cellars are not empty. Thank fate for such a husband!

Finally the wedding day arrived and the mole came for his bride. This means that she will still have to go with him into his dark hole, live there, deep, deep underground, and never see either white light or clear sun - after all, the mole can’t stand them?! And it was so hard for poor Thumbelina to say goodbye forever to the high sky and the red sun! At the field mouse she could even admire them from afar, from the threshold of the mink.

And so she went out to look at the world for the last time. The grain had already been harvested from the field, and again only bare, withered stalks stuck out of the ground. The girl moved away from the mouse hole and extended her hands to the sun:

- Goodbye, sunshine, goodbye! Then she saw a small red flower, hugged it and said:

- Dear flower, if you see a swallow, give her a bow from Thumbelina.

- Twi-tweet, twi-tweet! - suddenly came from above her head.

Thumbelina raised her head and saw a swallow flying over the field. The swallow also saw the girl and was very happy. She sank to the ground, and Thumbelina, crying, told her friend how she did not want to marry the old gloomy mole and live with him deep underground, where the sun never looks.

“The cold winter is already coming,” said the swallow, “and I am flying far, far away, to distant lands.” Do you want to fly with me? Sit on my back, just tie yourself tightly with a belt, and we will fly away from the ugly mole, we will fly far, beyond the blue seas, to warm lands where the sun shines brighter, where it is eternal summer and flowers always bloom. Come fly with me, sweet baby! You saved my life when I was freezing in a dark, cold hole.

- Yes, yes, I will fly with you! - said Thumbelina. She sat on the swallow's back and tied herself tightly with a belt to the largest and strongest feather.

The swallow soared to the sky like an arrow and flew over the dark forests, over the blue seas and high mountains covered with snow. It was very cold here, and Thumbelina buried herself entirely in the warm feathers of the swallow and stuck out only her head to admire the beautiful places over which they flew.

Here are the warm lands at last! The sun shone much brighter here than here, the sky was higher, and curly green grapes curled along the hedges. Oranges and lemons ripened in the groves, and cheerful children ran along the paths and caught large colorful butterflies.

But the swallow flew further and further. On the shore of a clear blue lake among spreading trees stood an ancient white marble palace. Grapevines Tall columns wrapped around it, and at the top, under the roof, were bird's nests. A swallow lived in one of them.

- This is my house! - she said. - And you choose the one for yourself beautiful flower. I will put you in his cup, and you will heal perfectly.

Thumbelina was delighted and clapped her hands with joy.

Below, in the grass, lay pieces of white marble - the top of one column had fallen off and broken into three parts. Large snow-white flowers grew between the marble fragments.

The swallow came down and sat the girl on a wide petal. But what kind of miracle? In the cup of the flower there was a small man, so light and transparent, as if he were made of crystal or morning dew. Light wings trembled behind his shoulders, a small golden crown glittered on his head, and he was no taller than our Thumbelina. It was the king of the elves.

When the swallow flew up to the flower, the elf was seriously frightened. After all, he was so small, and the swallow was so big!

But how happy he was when the swallow flew away, leaving Thumbelina in the flower! He had never seen anything like this before beautiful girl the same height as him. He bowed low to her and asked her name.

- Thumbelina! - answered the girl.

“Dear Thumbelina,” said the elf, “do you agree to be my wife, the queen of flowers?”

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

Then elves flew out of each flower, chasing each other. They surrounded Thumbelina and gave her wonderful gifts.

But most of all the other gifts, Thumbelina liked the wings - a pair of transparent light wings. just like a dragonfly. They were tied behind Thumbelina's shoulders, and she, too, could now fly from flower to flower. That was joy!

“They won’t call you Thumbelina anymore.” “We elves have different names,” the king said to Thumbelina. - We will call you Maya!

And all the elves circled over the flowers in a cheerful round dance, themselves light and bright, like flower petals.

And the swallow sat upstairs in her nest and sang songs as best she could.

All warm winter the elves danced to her songs. And when spring came to cold countries, the swallow began to gather for its homeland.

- Goodbye, goodbye! - she chirped to her little friend and flew across the seas, mountains and forests home to Denmark.

She had a little nest there, just above the window of a man who knew how to tell stories well. The Swallow told him about Thumbelina, and from him we learned this story.

Thumbelina - Hans Christian Andersen read online

Once upon a time there was a woman; She really wanted to have a child, but where could she get one? And so she went to one old witch and told her:

I really want to have a baby; can you tell me where I can get it?

Why! - said the witch. - Here's some barley grain for you; this is not just grain, not the kind that peasants sow in the field or throw to chickens; plant it in a flower pot and see what happens!

Thank you! - said the woman and gave the sorceress twelve skills; then she went home, planted a barley grain in a flower pot, and immediately a large wonderful flower grew out of it, very similar to a tulip, but its petals were tightly compressed, like an unopened bud.

What a nice flower! - the woman said and kissed the beautiful - red with yellow veins - petals.

Something clicked and the flower blossomed. It turned out to be a real tulip, but in the cup itself there was a tiny girl sitting on a green chair. She was so tender, small, only an inch tall, so they called her Thumbelina.

A shiny varnished walnut shell served as her cradle, blue violets as a mattress, and a rose petal as a blanket; They put her in this cradle at night, and during the day she played on the table. The woman placed a plate of water on the table, and placed a wreath of flowers around the edges of the plate; long stems of flowers bathed in the water, and a large tulip petal floated at the very edge. On it, Thumbelina could cross from one side of the plate to the other; instead of oars she had two white horsehairs. It was all lovely, how cute! Thumbelina could also sing; no one had ever heard such a tender, beautiful voice!

One night, when she was lying in her cradle, through the broken window glass A huge toad jumped up, wet and ugly! She jumped onto the table where she had been sleeping under pink petal Thumbelina.

Here is my son's wife! - said the toad, took nut shell with the girl and jumped through the window into the garden.

There was a big, wide river flowing there; near the shore it was muddy and sticky; Here, in the mud, lived a toad and his son. Uh! How disgusting and disgusting he was too! Just like mom.

Coax, coax, brekke-ke-cake! - that was all he could say when he saw the lovely baby in a nutshell.

Quiet you! Otherwise she will wake up and run away from us,” said the old woman toad. - It’s lighter than swan fluff! Let's drop her off in the middle of the river on a wide leaf of a water lily - this is a whole island for such a little thing, she won't run away from there, and in the meantime we'll tidy up our nest down there. After all, you have to live and live in it.

There were many water lilies growing in the river; their wide green leaves floated on the surface of the water. The largest leaf was furthest from the shore; A toad swam up to this leaf and put a nut shell with a girl there.

The poor baby woke up early in the morning, saw where she ended up, and cried bitterly: there was water on all sides, and there was no way she could get over to land!

And the old toad sat below, in the mud, and cleaned her home with reeds and yellow water lilies - she had to decorate everything for her young daughter-in-law! Then she swam with her ugly son to the leaf where Thumbelina was sitting, to take, first of all, her pretty little bed and put it in the bride’s bedroom. The old toad squatted very low in the water in front of the girl and said:

Here is my son, yours future husband! You will live happily with him in our mud. - Coax, coax, brekke-ke-cake! - that was all my son could say.

They took a pretty little bed and sailed away with it, and the girl was left alone on a green leaf and cried bitterly - she didn’t want to live with the nasty toad and marry her nasty son. The little fish that swam under the water must have seen the toad and their son and heard what they were saying, because they all stuck their heads out of the water to look at the little bride. And when they saw her, they felt terribly sorry that such a cute girl had to go live with an old toad in the mud. This won't happen! The fish crowded together below, near the stem on which the leaf was held, and quickly gnawed it with their teeth; the leaf with the girl floated downstream, further, further... Now the toad would never catch up with the baby!

Thumbelina swam past the beautiful shores, and the little birds that were sitting in the bushes, seeing her, sang:

What a pretty girl! And the leaf kept floating and floating, and Thumbelina ended up abroad.

A lovely white moth fluttered around her for a long time and finally settled on a leaf - he really liked Thumbelina! And she was terribly happy: the ugly toad could not catch up with her now, and it was so beautiful around! The sun was burning like gold on the water! Thumbelina took off her belt, tied one end around the moth, and tied the other end to her leaf, and the leaf floated even faster.

A cockchafer flew by, saw the girl, grabbed her by the thin waist with his paw and carried her up a tree, and green leaf Ok swam further, and with him the moth - after all, he was tied to the leaf with a belt.

Oh, how frightened the poor thing was when the beetle grabbed her and flew with her into the tree! She was especially sorry for the pretty little moth that she had tied to the leaf: he would now have to die of hunger if he could not free himself. But grief was not enough for the cockchafer.

He sat down with the baby on the largest green leaf, fed her sweet flower juice and said that she was so cute, although she didn’t look at all like a cockchafer.

Then other cockchafers who lived on the same tree came to visit them. They looked the girl from head to toe, and the lady beetles moved their antennae and said:

She only has two legs! It's a shame to watch!

She doesn't have a mustache!

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

Thumbelina was so cute! The cockchafer, who brought her, also really liked her at first, but when everyone around began to say that she was ugly, and he did not want to keep her with him anymore, let him go where he knows. He grabbed her again, flew out of the tree and planted her on a daisy. Then the girl began to cry about how ugly she was: even the cockchafers didn’t want to keep her! But in fact, she was the most lovely creature: gentle, affectionate, like a rose petal.

Thumbelina lived all summer alone in the forest. She wove herself a cradle and hung it under a large burdock leaf - there the rain could not reach it. The baby ate sweet flower pollen and drank the dew that she found on the leaves every morning.

So summer and autumn passed; but then things turned to winter, a long cold winter. The songbirds flew away, the bushes and flowers withered, the large burdock leaf under which Thumbelina lived turned yellow, dried up and curled up into a tube. The baby herself was dying from the cold: her dress was torn, and she was so small and tender - freeze, that’s all! It began to snow, and every snowflake was to her what a whole shovelful of snow was to us; We are big, but she was only about an inch! She wrapped herself in a dry leaf, but it did not provide any warmth at all, and the poor thing was trembling like a leaf. Near the forest where she found herself, there was a large field; the bread had long been harvested, only bare, dry stalks protruded from the frozen ground; for Thumbelina it was a whole forest. Wow! How she was shivering from the cold! And then the poor thing came to the door of the field mouse; the door was a small hole covered with dry stems and blades of grass. The field mouse lived in warmth and contentment: all the barns were chock full of grains; the kitchen and pantry were bursting with supplies! Thumbelina stood at the threshold like a beggar and asked for a piece of barley grain - she had not eaten anything for two days!

Oh, you poor thing! - said the field mouse: she was, in essence, a kind old woman. - Come here, warm yourself and eat with me!

The mouse liked the girl, and the mouse said:

You can live with me all winter, just clean my rooms well and tell me fairy tales - I’m a big fan of them. And Thumbelina began to do everything that the mouse ordered her, and she healed perfectly.

“A guest will come to us soon,” said the field mouse. -My neighbor usually visits me once a week. He lives much better than me: he has huge halls, and he walks around in a wonderful velvet fur coat. If only you could marry him! You would have a great life! The only trouble is that he is blind and cannot see you; but you tell him the best stories you know.

But the girl ignored all this: she didn’t want to marry her neighbor at all - after all, he was a mole. He really soon came to visit the field mouse. True, he wore a black velvet coat, was very rich and learned; according to the field mouse, his room was twenty times more spacious than hers, but he did not like the sun or beautiful flowers at all and spoke very poorly of them - he had never seen them. The girl had to sing, and she sang two songs: “Chafer bug, fly, fly” and “A monk wanders through the meadows,” so sweetly that the mole actually fell in love with her. But he didn’t say a word - he was such a sedate and respectable gentleman.

The mole recently dug a long gallery underground from his home to the door of the field mouse and allowed the mouse and the girl to walk along this gallery as much as they wanted. The mole asked only not to be afraid of the dead bird that lay there. It was a real bird, with feathers and a beak; she must have died recently, at the beginning of winter, and was buried in the ground just where the mole had dug his gallery.

The mole took the rotten thing into his mouth - in the dark it’s the same as a candle - and walked forward, illuminating the long dark gallery. When they reached the place where the dead bird lay, the mole poked a hole in the earthen ceiling with its wide nose and made its way into the gallery daylight. In the very middle of the gallery lay a dead swallow; the pretty wings were pressed tightly to the body, the legs and head were hidden in feathers; the poor bird must have died from the cold. The girl felt terribly sorry for her, she loved these cute birds very much, who sang songs so wonderfully to her all summer, but the mole pushed the bird with his short paw and said: “It probably won’t whistle anymore!” What a bitter fate it is to be born a little birdie! Thank God my children have nothing to fear from this! After all, the only thing a bird can do is tweet - you will inevitably freeze in winter!

Yes, yes, it's your truth, smart words“That’s good to hear,” said the field mouse. - What is the use of this chirping! What does it bring to the bird? Cold and hunger in winter? Too much to say!

Thumbelina did not utter a word, but when the mole and the mouse turned their backs to the bird, she bent over to it, parted its feathers and kissed it right on its closed eyes. “Perhaps the same one who sang so wonderfully in the summer! - the girl thought. “How much joy you brought me, dear, good bird!”

The mole again plugged the hole in the ceiling and escorted the ladies back. But the girl could not sleep at night. She got out of bed, wove a large good carpet from dry blades of grass, took it to the gallery and wrapped the dead bird in it; then she found down from a field mouse and covered the swallow with it so that it would be warmer to lie on the cold ground. “Goodbye, my pretty bird,” said Thumbelina. - Goodbye! Thank you for singing to me so wonderfully in the summer, when all the trees were so green and the sun was so warm!

And she bowed her head on the bird’s chest, but suddenly she got scared - something was knocking inside. It was the bird’s heart beating: it did not die, but only became numb from the cold, but now it has warmed up and come to life.

In autumn, swallows fly away to warmer climes, and if one is late, it will become numb from the cold, fall dead to the ground, and be covered with cold snow.

The girl trembled all over with fright - the bird was simply a giant in comparison with the little one - but still she gathered her courage, wrapped the swallow even more, then ran and brought a mint leaf, which she used to cover herself instead of a blanket, and covered the bird’s head with it.

The next night, Thumbelina again slowly made her way to the swallow. The bird had completely come to life, only it was still very weak and barely opened its eyes to look at the girl who stood in front of her with a piece of rotten meat in her hands - she had no other lantern.

Thank you, sweet baby! - said the sick swallow. - I warmed up so nicely. Soon I will be completely recovered and will be out in the sunshine again.

“Oh,” said the girl, “it’s so cold now, it’s snowing!” You better stay in your warm bed, I will look after you.

And Thumbelina brought the bird water in a flower petal. The swallow drank and told the girl how she had injured her wing on a thorn bush and therefore could not fly away with the other swallows to warmer lands, how she had fallen to the ground and... She didn’t remember anything else, and she didn’t know how she got here.

A swallow lived here all winter, and Thumbelina looked after her. Neither the mole nor the field mouse knew anything about this - they didn’t like birds at all. When spring came and the sun warmed up, the swallow said goodbye to the girl, and Thumbelina opened the hole that the mole had made for her.

The sun was warming so nicely, and the swallow asked if the girl wanted to go with her - let him sit on her back, and they would fly into the green forest! But Thumbelina did not want to abandon the field mouse - she knew that the old woman would be very upset.

No, you can't! - the girl said to the swallow.

Farewell, farewell, dear, kind baby! - said the swallow and flew out into the sun.

Thumbelina looked after her, and even tears welled up in her eyes - she really loved the poor bird.

Qui-vit, qui-vit! - the bird chirped and disappeared into the green forest.

The girl was very sad. She was not allowed to go out into the sun at all, and the grain field was so overgrown with tall, thick ears of corn that it became a dense forest for the poor baby.

In the summer you will have to prepare your dowry! - the field mouse told her.

It turned out that a boring neighbor in a velvet fur coat had wooed the girl.

You need to have plenty of everything, and then you’ll marry a mole and certainly won’t need anything!

And the girl had to spin for whole days, and the old mouse hired four spiders for weaving, and they worked day and night.

Every evening the mole came to visit the field mouse and kept talking about how soon summer would end, the sun would stop scorching the earth so much - otherwise it had become like a stone - and then they would have a wedding. But the girl was not at all happy: she didn’t like the boring mole. Every morning at sunrise and every evening at sunset, Thumbelina went out to the threshold of the mouse hole; sometimes the wind pushed the tops of the ears apart, and she was able to see a piece of blue sky. “It’s so light, how nice it is out there!” - the girl thought and remembered the swallow; she would really like to see the bird, but the swallow was nowhere to be seen: she must have been flying there, far, far away, in the green forest!

By autumn, Thumbelina had prepared her entire dowry.

Your wedding is in a month! The field mouse said to the girl.

But the baby cried and said that she did not want to marry the boring mole.

Nonsense! - said the old woman to the mouse. - Just don’t be capricious, otherwise I’ll bite you - do you see how sharp my white teeth are? You will have the most wonderful husband. The queen herself does not have a velvet coat like his! And his kitchen and cellar are not empty! Thank God for such a husband!

The wedding day has arrived. The mole came for the girl. Now she will have to follow him into his hole, live there, deep, deep underground, and never go out into the sun - the mole couldn’t stand him! And it was so hard for the poor baby to say goodbye to the red sun forever! At the field mouse, she could still admire him at least occasionally.

And Thumbelina went out to look at the sun for the last time. The grain had already been harvested from the field, and again only bare, withered stalks stuck out of the ground. The girl moved away from the door and stretched out her hands to the sun:

Farewell, clear sun, farewell!

Then she hugged her little red flower that grew here and said to him:

Bow to my dear swallow if you see her!

Qui-vit, qui-vit! - suddenly came over her head. Thumbelina looked up and saw a swallow

flew by. The swallow also saw the girl and was very happy, and the girl began to cry and told the swallow how she did not want to marry the nasty mole and live with him deep underground, where the sun would never look. “The cold winter will come soon,” said the swallow, “and I will fly far, far away, to warm lands.” Do you want to fly with me? You can sit on my back - just tie yourself tightly with a belt - and we will fly away with you far from the ugly mole, far beyond the blue seas, to warm lands where the sun shines brighter, where it is always summer and wonderful flowers bloom! Come fly with me, sweet baby! You saved my life when I was freezing in a dark, cold hole.

Yes, yes, I will fly with you! - said Thumbelina, sat on the bird’s back, rested her legs on its outstretched wings and tied herself tightly with a belt to the largest feather. The swallow took off like an arrow and flew over the dark forests, over the blue seas and high mountains covered with snow. There was passion as cold; Thumbelina was completely buried in the warm feathers of the swallow and only stuck her head out to admire all the beauties that she encountered along the way.

But here come the warmer lands! Here the sun shone much brighter, the sky was higher, and green and black grapes grew near the ditches and hedges. Lemons and oranges ripened in the forests, there was a smell of myrtles and fragrant mint, and adorable children ran along the paths and caught large colorful butterflies. But the swallow flew further and further, and the further, the better. On the shore of a beautiful blue lake, among green curly trees, stood an ancient white marble palace. Grapevines entwined its high columns, and above, under the roof, were swallows' nests. In one of them lived a swallow, which flew with Thumbelina.

This is my home! - said the swallow. - And you choose some beautiful flower downstairs, I’ll plant you in it, and you’ll heal wonderfully!

I'm so glad! - Thumbelina exclaimed and clapped her hands.

Below were large pieces of marble - the top of one column had fallen off and broken into three pieces, and large white flowers were growing between them.

The swallow came down and sat the girl on one of the wide petals. But what a miracle! In the very cup of the flower sat a small man, white and transparent, like crystal. A golden crown shone on his head, shiny wings fluttered behind his shoulders, and he himself was no larger than Thumbelina. It was an elf. In every flower there lives an elf, a boy or a girl, and the one who sat next to Thumbelina was the king of the elves himself.

Oh, how good he is! - Thumbelina whispered to the swallow.

The little king was completely frightened at the sight of the swallow. He was so tiny and tender, and she seemed like a monster to him. But he was very happy to see our baby - he had never seen such a pretty girl! And he took off his golden crown, put it on Thumbelina’s head and asked her what her name was and whether she wanted to be his wife, the queen of the elves and the queen of flowers? What a husband! Not like the son of a toad or a mole in a velvet fur coat!

And the girl agreed. Then elves flew out of each flower - boys and girls - so pretty that they were simply adorable! They all brought gifts to Thumbelina.

The best thing was a pair of transparent dragonfly wings. They were attached to the girl’s back, and she, too, could now fly from flower to flower! That was joy!

And the swallow sat above, in her nest, and sang to them as best she could. But she herself was very sad: she fell deeply in love with the girl and would like not to part with her forever.

They won't call you Thumbelina anymore! - the elf said to the girl. - This is an ugly name, but you are so pretty! We will call you Maya!

Farewell, farewell! - the swallow chirped and again flew from the warm lands far, far away - to Denmark. There she had a small nest, just above the window of a man who could tell stories. It was to him that she sang her “kvi-vit”, and from him we learned this story.

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Once upon a time there was a woman; She really wanted to have a child, but where could she get one? And so she went to one old witch and told her:
- I really want to have a baby; can you tell me where I can get it?
- Why! - said the witch. - Here's some barley grain for you; this is not just grain, not the kind that peasants sow in the field or throw to chickens; plant it in a flower pot and see what happens!
- Thank you! - said the woman and gave the sorceress twelve skills; then she went home, planted a barley grain in a flower pot, and immediately a large wonderful flower grew out of it, very similar to a tulip, but its petals were tightly compressed, like an unopened bud.

- What a nice flower! - the woman said and kissed the beautiful - red with yellow veins - petals.
Something clicked and the flower blossomed. It turned out to be a real tulip, but in the cup itself there was a tiny girl sitting on a green chair. She was so tender, small, only an inch tall, so they called her Thumbelina.
A shiny varnished walnut shell served as her cradle, blue violets as a mattress, and a rose petal as a blanket; They put her in this cradle at night, and during the day she played on the table. The woman placed a plate of water on the table, and placed a wreath of flowers around the edges of the plate; long stems of flowers bathed in the water, and a large tulip petal floated at the very edge.
On it, Thumbelina could cross from one side of the plate to the other; instead of oars she had two white horsehairs. It was all lovely, how cute! Thumbelina could also sing; no one had ever heard such a tender, beautiful voice!
One night, when she was lying in her cradle, a huge toad, wet and ugly, jumped through the broken window glass! She jumped onto the table where Thumbelina was sleeping under a pink petal.
- Here is my son’s wife! - said the toad, took the nut shell with the girl and jumped out through the window into the garden.
There was a big, wide river flowing there; near the shore it was muddy and sticky; Here, in the mud, lived a toad and his son. Uh! How disgusting and disgusting he was too! Just like mom.
- Coax, coax, brekke-ke-cake! - that’s all he could say when he saw the lovely baby in a nutshell.
- Quiet! Otherwise she will wake up and run away from us,” said the old woman toad. - It’s lighter than swan fluff! Let's drop her off in the middle of the river on a wide leaf of a water lily - this is a whole island for such a little thing, she won't run away from there, and in the meantime we'll tidy up our nest down there. After all, you have to live and live in it.
There were many water lilies growing in the river; their wide green leaves floated on the surface of the water. The largest leaf was furthest from the shore; A toad swam up to this leaf and put a nut shell with a girl there.
The poor baby woke up early in the morning, saw where she ended up, and cried bitterly: there was water on all sides, and there was no way she could get over to land!
And the old toad sat below, in the mud, and cleaned her home with reeds and yellow water lilies - she had to decorate everything for her young daughter-in-law! Then she swam with her ugly son to the leaf where Thumbelina was sitting, to take, first of all, her pretty little bed and put it in the bride’s bedroom. The old toad squatted very low in the water in front of the girl and said:
- Here is my son, your future husband! You will live happily with him in our mud. - Coax, coax, brekke-ke-cake! - that was all my son could say.
They took a pretty little bed and sailed away with it, and the girl was left alone on a green leaf and cried bitterly - she didn’t want to live with the nasty toad and marry her nasty son. The little fish that swam under the water must have seen the toad and their son and heard what they were saying, because they all stuck their heads out of the water to look at the little bride. And when they saw her, they felt terribly sorry that such a cute girl had to go live with an old toad in the mud. This won't happen! The fish crowded together below, near the stem on which the leaf was held, and quickly gnawed it with their teeth; the leaf with the girl floated downstream, further, further... Now the toad would never catch up with the baby!
Thumbelina swam past the beautiful shores, and the little birds that were sitting in the bushes, seeing her, sang:
- What a pretty girl! And the leaf kept floating and floating, and Thumbelina ended up abroad.
A lovely white moth fluttered around her for a long time and finally settled on a leaf - he really liked Thumbelina! And she was terribly happy: the ugly toad could not catch up with her now, and it was so beautiful around! The sun was burning like gold on the water! Thumbelina took off her belt, tied one end around the moth, and tied the other end to her leaf, and the leaf floated even faster.
A cockchafer flew by, saw the girl, grabbed her by the thin waist with his paw and carried her to a tree, and the green leaf floated on, and with it the moth - He was tied to the leaf with a belt.
Oh, how frightened the poor thing was when the beetle grabbed her and flew with her into the tree! She was especially sorry for the pretty little moth that she had tied to the leaf: he would now have to die of hunger if he could not free himself. But grief was not enough for the cockchafer.
He sat down with the baby on the largest green leaf, fed her sweet flower juice and said that she was so cute, although she didn’t look at all like a cockchafer.
Then other cockchafers who lived on the same tree came to visit them. They looked the girl from head to toe, and the lady beetles moved their antennae and said:
- She only has two legs! It's a shame to watch!
- She doesn't have a mustache!
- What a thin waist she has! Fi! She's just like a person! How ugly! - all the female beetles said in one voice.
Thumbelina was so cute! The cockchafer, who brought her, also really liked her at first, but when everyone around began to say that she was ugly, and he did not want to keep her with him anymore, let him go where he knows. He grabbed her again, flew out of the tree and planted her on a daisy. Then the girl began to cry about how ugly she was: even the cockchafers didn’t want to keep her! But in fact, she was the most lovely creature: gentle, affectionate, like a rose petal.
Thumbelina lived all summer alone in the forest. She wove herself a cradle and hung it under a large burdock leaf - there the rain could not reach it. The baby ate sweet flower pollen and drank the dew that she found on the leaves every morning.

The fairy tale about Thumbelina is loved by children all over the world. A tiny girl born from a flower goes through many trials on the way to her happiness. Fate rewards Thumbelina for her kind heart. The swallow, which she saved earlier, takes her to warmer climes to a flower, where Thumbelina meets the elves and their prince...

Thumbelina read

There lived one woman in the world. She didn't have children, but she really wanted a baby. So she went to the old witch and said:
– I really want to have a daughter, even the smallest one!..

- What’s easier! - answered the witch. - Here's some barley grain for you. This grain is not simple, not the kind that ripens in your fields and is born as food for birds. Take it and plant it in a flower pot. You'll see what happens.

- Thank you! - said the woman and gave the sorceress twelve coppers.

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

As soon as she watered it, the seed immediately sprouted. Two leaves and a tender stem appeared from the ground. And on the stem a large wonderful flower appeared, like a tulip. But the flower's petals were tightly compressed: it had not yet bloomed.

- What a lovely flower! – the woman said and kissed the beautiful colorful petals.

At that very moment, something clicked in the core of the flower, and it opened. It was indeed a large tulip, but in its cup sat a living girl. She was tiny, tiny, only an inch tall. That's why she was nicknamed Thumbelina.

The cradle for Thumbelina was made from a shiny varnished walnut shell. Instead of a feather bed, they put several violets there, and instead of a blanket, a rose petal. The girl was placed in this cradle at night, and during the day she played on the table.

The woman placed a deep plate of water in the middle of the table, and placed flowers along the edge of the plate. Their long stems bathed in water, and the flowers remained fresh and fragrant for a long time.

For little Thumbelina, a plate of water was a whole lake, and she floated on this lake on a tulip petal, like on a boat. Instead of oars, she had two white horsehairs. Thumbelina spent whole days riding on her wonderful boat, swimming from one side of the plate to the other and singing songs. No one had ever heard such a gentle voice as hers.

One night, when Thumbelina was sleeping in her cradle, a huge old toad, wet and ugly, crept into the room through the open window. She jumped from the windowsill onto the table and looked into the shell, where Thumbelina was sleeping under a rose petal.

- How good! - said the old toad. - My son will have a nice bride!

She grabbed the nutshell with the girl in it and jumped out the window into the garden.

A river flowed near the garden, and right under its bank there was a marshy swamp. It was here, in the swamp mud, that the old toad lived with his son. The son was also wet and ugly - just like his mother!

- Coax, coax, brekke-ke-cake! - that’s all he could say when he saw the little girl in a nutshell.

- Quiet! If you wake her up, she’ll run away from us,” said the old toad. - After all, she is lighter than a feather. Let's take her to the middle of the river and plant her there on a water lily leaf - for such a little thing it's a whole island. There's no way she can escape from there. In the meantime, I will make a cozy nest for you in the mud.

There were many water lilies growing in the river. Their wide green leaves floated on the water. The largest leaf was the farthest from the shore! The toad swam to this leaf and placed a nutshell on it, in which the girl was sleeping.

Oh, how frightened poor Thumbelina was when she woke up in the morning! And how could you not be scared! She was surrounded by water on all sides, and the shore was barely visible in the distance. Thumbelina covered her eyes with her hands and cried bitterly.

And the old toad sat in the mud and decorated her house with reeds and yellow water lilies - she wanted to please her young daughter-in-law. When everything was ready, she swam with her ugly son to the leaf on which Thumbelina was sitting in order to take her crib and move it to her house.

Smiling sweetly, the old toad squatted low in the water in front of the girl and said:

- Here is my son! He will be your husband! You will live happily with him in our mud.

- Coax, coax, brekke-ke-cake! – that’s all my son could say.

The toads took the shell and swam away with it. And Thumbelina still stood alone in the middle of the river on a large green water lily leaf and cried bitterly - she did not at all want to live with the nasty toad and marry her nasty son.

The little fish that were swimming under the water heard what the old toad woman said. They had seen the groom and mother before. Now they stuck their heads out of the water to look at the bride.

Looking at Thumbelina with their round eyes, they went to the very bottom and began to think what to do now. They were terribly sorry that such a cute little girl would have to live with these disgusting toads somewhere under a snag in thick, greasy mud. This won't happen! Fish from all over the river gathered at the water lily leaf on which Thumbelina was sitting and gnawed the stem of the leaf.

And so the water lily leaf floated downstream. The current was strong and the leaf was floating very quickly. Now there was no way the old toad could catch up with Thumbelina.

– What a cute little girl!

The light white moth kept circling over Thumbelina and finally landed on a leaf - he really liked this tiny traveler.

And Thumbelina took off her silk belt, threw one end over the moth, tied the other to a leaf, and the leaf floated even faster. At this time, a cockchafer flew by. He saw Thumbelina, grabbed her and carried her up a tree. The green leaf of the water lily floated on without her and soon disappeared from sight, and with it the moth: after all, it was tightly tied to the leaf with a silk belt.

How frightened poor Thumbelina was when the horned beetle grabbed her with its paws and soared high into the air with her! And she felt very sorry for the white moth. What will happen to him now? After all, he will die of hunger if he fails to free himself.

But the Maybug doesn’t have enough grief. He sat down on the branch of a large tree, sat Thumbelina next to him and told her that he really liked her, although she was not at all like cockchafers.

Then other cockchafers who lived on the same tree came to visit them. They looked at Thumbelina with curiosity, and their daughters spread their wings in bewilderment.

- She only has two legs! - some said.

“She doesn’t even have tentacles!” - said others.

- How weak and thin she is! Just look, it will break in half,” said others.

“She looks very much like a human, and also ugly,” all the beetles finally decided.

Even the cockchafer, who brought Thumbelina, now thought that she was not at all good, and he decided to say goodbye to her - let him go wherever he knows. He flew down with Thumbelina and put her on a daisy.

Thumbelina sat on a flower and cried: she was sad that she was so ugly. Even the cockchafers drove her away!

But in fact, she was very nice. Perhaps there was no one better than her in the world.

Thumbelina lived all summer alone in a large forest. She wove a cradle for herself out of grass and hung it under a large burdock leaf to shelter herself from the rain and the sun. She ate sweet flower honey and drank the dew that she found on the leaves every morning.

So summer passed, and autumn passed. A long, cold winter was approaching. The birds flew away, the flowers withered, and the large burdock leaf under which Thumbelina lived turned yellow, dried up and curled up into a tube.

The cold penetrated through Thumbelina. Her dress was all torn, and she was so small and tender - how could she not freeze! It began to snow, and every snowflake was for Thumbelina what a whole shovelful of snow was for us. We are big, after all, and she was only an inch tall. She wrapped herself in a dry leaf, but it did not warm her at all, and the poor thing herself trembled like an autumn leaf in the wind.

Then Thumbelina decided to leave the forest and look for shelter for the winter.

Behind the forest where she lived there was a large field. The grain had long since been removed from the field, and only short, dry stalks stuck out from the frozen ground.

It was even colder in the field than in the forest, and Thumbelina was completely frozen while she made her way between the dried, hard stems.

Finally she reached the field mouse's hole. The entrance to the hole was carefully covered with blades of grass and blades of grass.

The field mouse lived in warmth and contentment: her kitchen and pantry were chock full of grains. Thumbelina, like a beggar, stopped at the threshold and asked for at least a piece of barley grain - for two days she had not had a crumb in her mouth.

- Oh, you poor thing! - said the field mouse (she was, in essence, a kind old woman). Well, come here, warm yourself and eat with me!

And Thumbelina went down into the hole, warmed herself and ate.

“I like you,” the mouse told her, looking at her with black eyes shining like beads. - Stay with me for the winter. I will feed you, and you clean my house well and tell me fairy tales - I’m a big fan of them.

And Thumbelina stayed.

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

“Soon we will have guests,” a field mouse told her one day. – Once a week my neighbor comes to visit me. He is very rich and lives much better than me. He has a big house underground, and he wears a fur coat like you’ve probably never seen - a magnificent black fur coat! Come out, girl, marry him! You won't be lost with him! There's just one problem: he's blind and won't see how pretty you are. Well, at least you will tell him the best fairy tale you know.

But Thumbelina did not at all want to marry a rich neighbor: after all, he was a mole - a gloomy underground inhabitant.

Soon the neighbor actually came to visit them.

True, he wore a very elegant fur coat - made of dark velvet. In addition, according to the field mouse, he was a scientist and very rich, and his house was almost twenty times larger than that of the mouse. But he hated the sun and cursed all the flowers. And no wonder! After all, he had never seen a single flower in his life.

The housewife-mouse forced Thumbelina to sing for the dear guest, and the girl, willy-nilly, sang two songs, and so well that the mole was delighted. But he didn’t say a word - he was so important, sedate, taciturn...

Having visited a neighbor, the mole dug a long corridor underground from his house to the field mouse hole and invited the old woman and her adopted daughter to take a walk through this underground gallery.

He took the rotten thing into his mouth - in the dark the rotten thing shines as well as a candle - and walked forward, illuminating the way.

Halfway there the mole stopped and said:

- There is some kind of bird lying here. But we have nothing to fear from her - she is dead. Yes, you can see for yourself.

And the mole began to poke his wide nose into the ceiling until he dug a hole in it. Daylight penetrated the underground passage, and Thumbelina saw a dead swallow.

The poor bird must have died from the cold. Her wings were pressed tightly to her body, her legs and head were hidden in feathers.

Thumbelina felt very sorry for her. She loved these cheerful, light-winged birds so much - after all, they sang wonderful songs to her all summer and taught her to sing. But the mole pushed the swallow with his short paws and grumbled:

- What, I suppose she’s quieted down? Don't you whistle anymore? That’s just it!.. Yes, I wouldn’t want to be such a birdie. All they can do is fly around in the air and chirp. And when winter comes, what should they do? Die, that's all. No, my children will not have to disappear in the winter from hunger and cold.

“Yes, yes,” said the field mouse. – What is the use of all this chirping and chirping? You won't be satisfied with songs, and you won't be warm with tweets in winter!

Thumbelina was silent. But when the mole and the mouse turned their backs to the bird, she bent down to the swallow, parted her feathers and kissed her right on her closed eyes.

“Maybe this is the same swallow that sang so wonderfully in the summer,” the girl thought. “How much joy you brought me, dear swallow!”

Meanwhile, the mole again sealed the hole in the ceiling. Then, having picked up the rotten thing, he escorted the old mouse and Thumbelina home.

Thumbelina couldn't sleep that night. She got out of bed, wove a large carpet from dry blades of grass and, making her way into the underground gallery, covered the dead bird with it. Then she found warm fluff and dry moss in the field mouse’s pantry and made something like a nest for the swallow so that it would not be so hard and cold for her to lie on the frozen ground.

“Goodbye, dear swallow,” said Thumbelina. - Goodbye! Thank you for singing your wonderful songs to me in the summer, when the trees were still green and the sun was warming so nicely.

And she pressed her head against the silky feathers on the bird’s chest.

And suddenly she heard something rhythmically knocking in the swallow’s chest: “Knock! Knock!” - at first quietly, and then louder and louder. It was the swallow's heart beating. The swallow was not dead - it was only numb from the cold, but now it has warmed up and come to life.

For the winter, flocks of swallows always fly to warmer climes. Autumn has not yet had time to tear the green outfit from the trees, and the winged travelers are already getting ready for a long journey. If any of them falls behind or is late, the prickly wind will instantly freeze her light body. She will become numb, fall to the ground dead, and be covered in cold snow.

This happened with this swallow, which Thumbelina warmed up.

When the girl realized that the bird was alive, she was both happy and scared. Don't be afraid! After all, next to her the swallow seemed like such a huge bird.

But nevertheless, Thumbelina gathered her courage, covered the swallow warmly with her wicker carpet, and then ran home, brought a mint leaf, which she used to cover herself instead of a blanket, and wrapped it around the bird’s head.

The next night, Thumbelina again slowly made her way to the swallow. The bird had already completely come to life, but was still very weak and barely opened its eyes to look at the girl.

Thumbelina stood in front of her with a piece of rotten wood in her hands - she had no other lantern.

- Thank you, dear baby! - said the sick swallow. – I warmed up so well! Soon I will be completely recovered and will be out in the sunshine again.

“Oh,” said Thumbelina, “it’s so cold now, it’s snowing!” You better stay in your warm bed, and I will take care of you.

And she brought the swallow barley grains and water in a flower petal. The swallow drank, ate, and then told the girl how she had injured her wing on a thorn bush and could not fly away with the other swallows to warmer lands. Winter came, it became very cold, and she fell to the ground... The swallow didn’t remember anything else. She didn't even know how she got here, into this dungeon.

The swallow lived all winter in the underground gallery, and Thumbelina looked after her, fed and watered her. She did not say a word about this to either the mole or the field mouse - after all, both of them did not like birds at all.

When spring came and the sun warmed up, Thumbelina opened the window that the mole had made in the ceiling, and a warm ray of sunlight slipped underground.

The swallow said goodbye to the girl, spread her wings, but before flying out, she asked if Thumbelina wanted to go free with her. Let him sit on her back and they will fly into the green forest.

But Thumbelina was sorry to leave the old field mouse - she knew that the old woman would be very bored without her.

- No, I can’t! - she said, sighing.

- Well, goodbye! Goodbye, sweet girl! - the swallow chirped.

Thumbelina looked after her for a long time, and tears fell from her eyes - she, too, wanted to go out into space and was sad to part with the swallow.

- Twi-tweet, twi-tweet! - the swallow shouted for the last time and disappeared into the green forest.

And Thumbelina remained in the mouse hole.

Every day her life became worse, more boring. The old mouse did not allow her to go far from home, and the field around the hole was overgrown with tall, thick ears of corn and seemed like a dense forest to Thumbelina.

And then one day the old mouse woman said to Thumbelina:

“Our neighbor, an old mole, came to woo you.” Now you need to prepare the dowry. You are marrying an important person, and you need to have plenty of everything.

And Thumbelina had to spin yarn for whole days.

The old mouse hired four spiders. Day and night they sat in the corners of the mouse hole and quietly did their job - they wove various fabrics and wove lace from the thinnest cobwebs.

And the blind mole came to visit every evening and chatted about how summer would soon end, the sun would stop scorching the earth and it would become soft and loose again. That's when they will get married. But Thumbelina was still sad and crying: she didn’t want to marry at all, especially to a fat blind mole.

Every morning, at sunrise, and every evening, at sunset, Thumbelina went beyond the threshold of the mouse hole. Sometimes a cheerful breeze moved the tops of the ears of grain, and the girl managed to see a piece of blue sky.

“It’s so light, how nice it is to be free here!” - thought Thumbelina and kept remembering the swallow. She would really like to see the bird, but the swallow did not appear over the field. She must have been winding and rushing far, far away there, in the green forest above the blue river...

And then autumn came. The dowry for Thumbelina was ready.

– Your wedding is in four weeks! - the field mouse said to Thumbelina.

But Thumbelina began to cry and replied that she did not want to marry the boring mole.

The old mouse woman got angry.

- Nonsense! - she said. “Don’t be stubborn, or you’ll taste my teeth.” Why isn't a mole your husband? One fur coat is worth it! The king himself does not have such a fur coat! And his cellars are not empty. Thank fate for such a husband!

Finally the wedding day arrived and the mole came for his bride. This means that she will still have to go with him into his dark hole, live there, deep, deep underground, and never see either the white light or the clear sun - after all, the mole can’t stand them?! And it was so hard for poor Thumbelina to say goodbye forever to the high sky and the red sun! At the field mouse she could even admire them from afar, from the threshold of the mink.

And so she went out to look at the world for the last time. The grain had already been harvested from the field, and again only bare, withered stalks stuck out of the ground. The girl moved away from the mouse hole and extended her hands to the sun:

- Goodbye, sunshine, goodbye! Then she saw a small red flower, hugged it and said:

- Dear flower, if you see a swallow, give her a bow from Thumbelina.

- Twi-tweet, twi-tweet! – suddenly came from above her head.

Thumbelina raised her head and saw a swallow flying over the field. The swallow also saw the girl and was very happy. She sank to the ground, and Thumbelina, crying, told her friend how she did not want to marry the old gloomy mole and live with him deep underground, where the sun never looks.

“The cold winter is already coming,” said the swallow, “and I am flying far, far away, to distant lands.” Do you want to fly with me? Sit on my back, just tie yourself tightly with a belt, and we will fly away from the ugly mole, we will fly far, beyond the blue seas, to warm lands where the sun shines brighter, where it is eternal summer and flowers always bloom. Come fly with me, sweet baby! You saved my life when I was freezing in a dark, cold hole.

- Yes, yes, I will fly with you! - said Thumbelina. She sat on the swallow's back and tied herself tightly with a belt to the largest and strongest feather.

The swallow soared to the sky like an arrow and flew over the dark forests, over the blue seas and high mountains covered with snow. It was very cold here, and Thumbelina buried herself entirely in the warm feathers of the swallow and stuck out only her head to admire the beautiful places over which they flew.

Here are the warm lands at last! The sun shone much brighter here than here, the sky was higher, and curly green grapes curled along the hedges. Oranges and lemons ripened in the groves, and cheerful children ran along the paths and caught large colorful butterflies.

But the swallow flew further and further. On the shore of a clear blue lake among spreading trees stood an ancient white marble palace. Grapevines entwined its high columns, and above, under the roof, were birds' nests. A swallow lived in one of them.

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

Thumbelina was delighted and clapped her hands with joy.

Below, in the grass, lay pieces of white marble - the top of one column had fallen off and broken into three parts. Large flowers, white as snow, grew between the marble fragments.

The swallow came down and sat the girl on a wide petal. But what kind of miracle? In the cup of the flower there was a small man, so light and transparent, as if he were made of crystal or morning dew. Light wings trembled behind his shoulders, a small golden crown glittered on his head, and he was no taller than our Thumbelina. It was the king of the elves.

When the swallow flew up to the flower, the elf was seriously frightened. After all, he was so small, and the swallow was so big!

But how happy he was when the swallow flew away, leaving Thumbelina in the flower! Never before had he seen such a beautiful girl of the same height as him. He bowed low to her and asked her name.

- Thumbelina! – the girl answered.

“Dear Thumbelina,” said the elf, “do you agree to be my wife, the queen of flowers?”

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

Then elves flew out of each flower, chasing each other. They surrounded Thumbelina and gave her wonderful gifts.

Once upon a time there lived a woman; She really wanted to have a baby, but where could she get one? And so she went to one old witch and told her:

I really want to have a baby; can you tell me where I can get it?

Why! said the witch. Here's a grain of barley for you; This is not a simple grain, not the kind that grows in peasants’ fields or is thrown to chickens; plant it in a flower pot and see what happens!

Thank you! the woman said and gave the witch twelve skills; then she went home, planted a barley grain in a flower pot, and suddenly a large wonderful flower grew out of it, like a tulip, but its petals were still tightly compressed, like an unopened bud.

What a nice flower! the woman said and kissed the beautiful colorful petals.

Then something clicked and the flower completely blossomed. It was exactly like a tulip, but in the cup itself there was a tiny girl sitting on a green chair, and that’s why. that she was so tender, small, only an inch tall, they called her Thumbelina.

A shiny varnished walnut shell was her cradle, blue violets her mattress, and a rose petal her blanket; They put her in this cradle at night, and during the day she played on the table. The woman placed a plate of water on the table, and placed a wreath of flowers on the edge of the plate; long stems of flowers bathed in the water, and a large tulip petal floated at the very edge. On it, Thumbelina could cross from one side of the plate to the other; instead of oars she had two white horsehairs. It was all lovely, how cute! Thumbelina could sing, and no one had ever heard such a tender, beautiful voice!

One night, when she was lying in her cradle, a huge toad, wet and ugly, crawled through the broken window glass! She jumped straight onto the table, where Thumbelina was sleeping under a pink petal.

Here is my son's wife! said the toad, took the nut shell with the girl and jumped out through the window into the garden.

There was a big, wide river flowing there; near the shore it was muddy and sticky; It was here, in the mud, that the toad and his son lived. Uh! How disgusting and disgusting he was too! Just like mom.

Coax, coax, brekke-ke-cake! that was all he could say when he saw the lovely baby in the nutshell.

Quiet you! She will probably wake up and run away from us, said the old woman toad. It's lighter than swan fluff! Let's drop her off in the middle of the river on a wide leaf of a water lily - it's a whole island for such a little thing, she won't run away from there, and in the meantime we'll sort out our nest down there, and you'll live happily in it.

There were many water lilies growing in the river; their wide green leaves floated on the surface of the water. The largest leaf was furthest from the shore; A toad swam up to this leaf and put a nut shell with a girl there.

The poor baby woke up early in the morning, saw where she ended up, and cried bitterly: there was water on all sides, and there was no way she could get over to land!

And the old toad sat below, in the mud, and cleaned her home with reeds and yellow water lilies; she had to decorate everything for her young daughter-in-law! Then she swam with her ugly son to the leaf where Thumbelina was sitting, to take, first of all, her pretty little bed and put it in the bride’s bedroom. The old toad squatted very low in the water in front of the girl and said:

Here is my son, your future husband! You will live happily with him in our mud.

Coax, coax, brekke-ke-cake! That was all my son could say.

They took a pretty little bed and sailed away with it, and the girl was left alone on a green leaf and cried bitterly, bitterly, she did not at all want to live with the nasty toad and marry her nasty son. The little fish that swam under the water must have seen the toad and her son and heard what she was saying, because they all stuck their heads out of the water to look at the little bride. And when they saw her, they felt terribly sorry that such a cute girl had to go live with an old toad in the mud. This won't happen! The fish crowded together below, near the stem on which the leaf was held, and quickly gnawed it with their teeth; the leaf with the girl floated downstream, further, further... Now the toad would never catch up with the baby!

And the leaf kept floating and floating, and Thumbelina ended up abroad.

A beautiful white moth fluttered around her all the time and finally settled on the very leaf; he really liked Thumbelina! And she was terribly happy: the ugly toad could not catch up with her now, and everything around was so beautiful! The sun was burning like gold on the water! Thumbelina took off her belt, tied one end around the moth, and tied the other end to her leaf, and the leaf floated even faster.

A cockchafer flew by, saw the girl, grabbed her by the thin waist with his paw and carried her to a tree, and the green leaf floated on, and the moth was tied to it and could not free itself.

Oh, how frightened the poor thing was when the beetle grabbed her and flew with her into the tree! She was especially sorry for the pretty butterfly that she tied to the leaf; he will now have to starve if he fails to free himself. But grief was not enough for the cockchafer.

He sat down with the baby on the largest green leaf, gave her sweet flower juice and said that she was so pretty, although she was completely different from the cockchafer.

Then other cockchafers who lived on the same tree came to visit them. They looked the girl from head to toe, and the lady bugs shook their tentacles and said:

She only has two legs! It's a shame to watch!

She has no tentacles!

What a thin waist she has! Fi! She's just like a person! How ugly! All the female bugs said in one voice.

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And Thumbelina was so cute! The cockchafer who brought her also really liked her at first, but then suddenly he found her ugly and didn’t want to keep her anymore, let him go where he knows. He flew with her from the tree and planted her on a chamomile. Then the girl began to cry about how ugly she was: even the cockchafers didn’t want to keep her! But in fact, she was the most beautiful creature in the world: tender, clear, like a rose petal.

Thumbelina lived all summer alone in the forest. She wove herself a cradle and hung it under a large burdock leaf, where the rain could not reach it. The baby ate sweet flower pollen and drank the dew that she found on the leaves every morning. So summer and autumn passed; but then things turned to winter, a long cold winter. All the singing birds flew away, the bushes and flowers faded, the large burdock leaf under which Thumbelina lived turned yellow, dried up and curled up into a tube. The baby herself was freezing from the cold: her dress was all torn, and she was so small, tender, how long would it take to freeze here! It began to snow, and every snowflake was to her what a whole shovelful of snow was to us; We are big, but she was only about an inch! She wrapped herself in a dry leaf, but it did not provide any warmth at all, and the poor thing was trembling like a leaf.

Near the forest where she found herself, there was a large field; the bread had long been harvested, only bare, dry stalks protruded from the frozen ground; for Thumbelina it was a whole forest. Wow! How she was shivering from the cold! And then the poor thing came to the door of the field mouse; the door was a small hole covered with dry stems and blades of grass. The field mouse lived in warmth and contentment: the whole room was chock-full of grains of grain, her kitchen and pantry were a sight to behold! Thumbelina stood at the threshold like a beggar and asked for a piece of barley grain; she had not eaten anything for two days!

Oh, you poor thing! said the field mouse: she was, in essence, a kind old woman. Come here, warm yourself and eat with me!

The mouse liked the girl, and the mouse said:

You can live with me all winter, just clean my rooms well and tell me fairy tales, I’m a big fan of them.

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

“Soon, perhaps, we will have guests,” a field mouse once said. My neighbor usually visits me once a week. He lives much better than me: he has huge halls, and he walks around in a wonderful velvet fur coat. If only you could marry him! You would have a great life! The only trouble is that he is blind and cannot see you; but you must tell him the best stories you know.

But the girl didn’t care much about all this: she didn’t want to marry her neighbor because he was a mole. He really soon came to visit the field mouse. True, he wore a black velvet fur coat, was very rich and learned; According to the field mouse, his room was twenty times more spacious than hers, but he did not like the sun or beautiful flowers at all and spoke very poorly of them; after all, he had never seen them. The girl had to sing, and she sang two songs: “Chafer bug, fly, fly” and “A monk wanders through the meadows,” so sweetly that the mole completely fell in love with her. But he didn’t say a word; he was such a sedate and respectable gentleman.

The mole recently dug a new long gallery underground from his home to the door of the field mouse and allowed the mouse and the girl to walk along this gallery as much as they wanted. The mole asked only not to be afraid of the dead bird that lay there. It was a real bird, with feathers and a beak; she must have died recently, at the beginning of winter, and she was buried just where the mole dug his gallery.

The mole took the rotten thing into his mouth in the dark - it’s the same as a candle - and walked forward, illuminating the long dark gallery. When they reached the place where the dead bird lay, the mole poked a hole in the earthen ceiling with its wide nose, and daylight crept into the gallery. In the very middle of the gallery lay a dead swallow; the pretty wings were pressed tightly to the body, the legs and head were hidden in feathers; the poor bird must have died from the cold. The girl felt terribly sorry for her, she really loved these cute birds, who sang songs to her so wonderfully all summer, but the mole pushed the bird with his short paws and said:

It probably won't whistle anymore! What a bitter fate it is to be born a little birdie! Thank God my children have nothing to fear from this! This kind of bird only knows how to chirp, you will inevitably freeze in winter!

Yes, yes, your truth, said the field mouse. What good is this tweeting? What does it bring to the bird? Cold and hunger in winter? Too much to say!

Thumbelina didn’t say anything, but when the mole and the mouse turned their backs to the bird, she bent over to it, spread her feathers and kissed her right on her closed eyes. “Maybe this one sang so wonderfully in the summer! thought the girl. How much joy you brought me, dear, good bird!”

The mole again plugged the hole in the ceiling and escorted the ladies back. But the girl could not sleep at night. She got out of bed, wove a large, nice carpet from dry blades of grass, took it to the gallery and wrapped the dead bird in it; then she found down from a field mouse and covered the entire swallow with it so that it would be warmer to lie on the cold ground.

Goodbye, pretty little bird, said Thumbelina. Goodbye! Thank you for singing to me so wonderfully in the summer, when all the trees were so green and the sun was so warm!

And she bowed her head on the bird’s chest, but suddenly she got scared and something knocked inside. It was the bird’s heart beating: it was not completely dead, but only numb from the cold, but now it was warmed up and came to life.

In autumn, swallows fly away to warmer climes, and if one is late, it will become numb from the cold, fall dead to the ground, and be covered with cold snow.

The girl trembled all over with fright; the bird was simply a giant in comparison with the meek one, but nevertheless she gathered her courage, wrapped the swallow even more, then ran and brought a mint leaf, which she used to cover herself instead of a blanket, and covered the bird’s head with it.

The next night, Thumbelina again slowly made her way to the swallow. The bird had completely come to life, only it was still very weak and barely opened its eyes to look at the girl who stood in front of her with a piece of rotten meat in her hands; she had no other lantern.

Thank you, sweet baby! said the sick swallow. I warmed up so nicely. Soon I will be completely recovered and will be out in the sunshine again.

Ah, said the girl, it’s so cold now, it’s snowing! You better stay in your warm bed, I will look after you.

And Thumbelina brought the bird water in a flower petal. The swallow drank and told the girl how she had injured her wing on a thorn bush and therefore could not fly away with the other swallows to warmer lands, how she had fallen to the ground and... She didn’t remember anything else and didn’t know how she got here.

A swallow lived here all winter, and Thumbelina looked after her. Neither the mole nor the field mouse knew anything about this; after all, they did not like birds at all. When spring came and the sun warmed up, the swallow said goodbye to the girl, and Thumbelina opened the hole that the mole had made.

The sun was warming so nicely, and the swallow asked if the girl would like to go with her, let him sit on her back, and they would fly into the green forest! But Thumbelina did not want to abandon the field mouse like that; she knew that the old woman would be very upset.

No, you can't! the girl said to the swallow.

Goodbye, goodbye, sweet baby! said the swallow and flew out into the sun.

Thumbelina looked after her, and even tears welled up in her eyes, she really fell in love with the poor bird.

Qui-vit, qui-vit! the bird chirped and disappeared into the green forest.

The girl was very sad. She was not allowed to go out into the sun at all, and the grain field was so overgrown with tall, thick ears of corn that it became a dense forest for the poor baby.

In the summer you will have to prepare your dowry! the field mouse told her.

It turned out that a boring neighbor in a velvet fur coat had wooed the girl.

You need to have plenty of everything, and then you’ll marry a mole and certainly won’t need anything!

And the girl had to spin for whole days, and the old mouse hired four spiders for weaving, and they worked day and night.

Every evening the mole came to visit the field mouse and kept talking about how soon summer would end, the sun would stop scorching the earth so much, otherwise it would become like a stone, and then they would have a wedding. But the girl was not at all happy: she didn’t like the boring mole. Every morning at sunrise and every evening at sunset, Thumbelina went out to the threshold of the mouse hole; sometimes the wind pushed the tops of the ears apart, and she was able to see a piece of blue sky. “It’s so light, how nice it is out there!” the girl thought and remembered the swallow; she would really like to see the bird, but the swallow was nowhere to be seen: she must have been flying there, far, far away, in the green forest!

By autumn, Thumbelina had prepared her entire dowry.

Your wedding is in a month! The field mouse said to the girl.

But the baby cried and said that she did not want to marry the boring mole.

Nonsense! said the old woman mouse. Just don’t be capricious, otherwise I’ll bite you with my white tooth. You will have the most wonderful husband. The queen herself does not have a black velvet coat like his! And his kitchen and cellar are not empty! Thank God for such a husband!

The wedding day has arrived. The mole came for the girl. Now she had to follow him into his hole, live there, deep, deep underground, and never go out into the sun, because the mole couldn’t stand him! And it was so hard for the poor baby to say goodbye to the red sun forever! At the field mouse, she could still admire him at least occasionally.

And Thumbelina went out to look at the sun for the last time. The grain had already been harvested from the field, and again only bare, withered stalks stuck out of the ground. The girl moved away from the door and stretched out her hands to the sun:

Farewell, clear sun, farewell!

Then she hugged the little red flower that grew here with her arms and said to him:

Bow to my dear swallow if you see her!

Qui-vit, qui-vit! suddenly came from above her head.

Thumbelina looked up and saw a swallow flying past. The swallow also saw the girl and was very happy, and the girl began to cry and told the swallow how she did not want to marry an ugly mole and live with him deep underground, where the sun would never look.

The cold winter will come soon, said the swallow, and I will fly far, far away, to warm lands. Do you want to fly with me? You can sit on my back, just tie yourself tightly with a belt, and we will fly away with you far from the ugly mole, far beyond the blue seas, beyond the high mountains, to warm lands where the sun shines brighter, where it is always summer and wonderful flowers bloom! Come fly with me, sweet baby! You saved my life when I was freezing in a dark, cold hole.

Yes, yes, I will fly with you! said Thumbelina, sat on the bird's back, rested her legs on its outstretched wings and tied herself tightly with a belt to the largest feather.

The swallow took off like an arrow and flew over the dark forests, over the blue seas and high mountains covered with snow. There was passion here, how cold; Thumbelina was completely buried in the soft feathers of the swallow and only stuck out one head to see the wonderful places over which she was flying.

But here come the warmer lands! Here the sun shone much brighter, the sky was higher, and wonderful green and black grapes curled around the ditches and hedges. Lemons and oranges ripened in the forests, there was a smell of myrtles and fragrant mint, and adorable children ran along the paths and caught large colorful butterflies. But the swallow flew further and further, and the further, the better. On the shore of a wonderful blue lake, among green curly trees, stood an ancient white marble palace. Grapevines entwined its high columns, and above, under the roof, were swallows' nests. In one of them lived a swallow, which brought Thumbelina.

This is my home! said the swallow. And you choose some beautiful flower for yourself downstairs, I will plant you in it and you will heal as well as possible!

Oh, how wonderful! said the baby and clapped her little hands.

Below were large pieces of marble; the top of one column had fallen off and broken into three pieces, and between them grew the most wonderful large white flowers. The swallow came down and sat the girl on one of the wide petals. But what a miracle! In the very cup of the flower sat a small man, white and transparent, like crystal. A lovely golden crown shone on his head, shiny wings fluttered behind his shoulders, and he himself was no larger than Thumbelina.

It was an elf. In every flower there lives an elf or elf, and the one who sat next to Thumbelina was the king of the elves himself.

Oh, how good he is! Thumbelina whispered to the swallow.

The little king was completely frightened at the sight of the swallow. He was so tiny and tender, and she seemed like a huge monster to him. But he was very happy to see our baby; he had never seen such a pretty girl! And he took off his golden crown, put it on Thumbelina’s head and asked her what her name was and whether she wanted to be his wife, the queen of flowers? That's what a husband is! Not like the ugly son of a toad or a mole in a velvet fur coat! And the girl agreed. Then from each flower an elf or elf flew out so pretty it was simply adorable! They all brought gifts to Thumbelina. The best thing was a pair of transparent dragonfly wings. They were attached to the girl’s back, and she, too, could now fly from flower to flower! That was joy! And the swallow sat upstairs in her nest and sang to them as best she could. But she herself was very sad: she had fallen deeply in love with the girl and would like not to be separated from her forever.

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Evaluation of a fairy tale for children by G.Kh. Andersen "Thumbelina"

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Evaluation of a fairy tale for children by G.Kh. Andersen

• Interesting story
• Easy to read

• Too long for kids

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