G.Kh. Andersen

THE STEADFAST TIN SOLDIER

There were once twenty-five tin soldiers in the world. All the sons of one mother - an old tin spoon - and, therefore, they were brothers to each other. They were glorious, gallant guys: a gun on the shoulder, a wheeled chest, a red uniform, blue lapels, buttons shining ... Well, in a word, what a miracle the soldiers are!

All twenty-five lay in a row in a cardboard box. It was dark and cramped in it. But the tin soldiers are patient people, they lay motionless and waited for the day when the box would be opened.

And then one day the box opened.

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

He was given tin soldiers on his birthday.

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

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

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

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

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

“I wish I had such a wife! thought the tin soldier. - Yes, only she, probably, of a noble family. Look in what a beautiful palace he lives! .. And my house - simple box, besides, there was almost a whole company of us - twenty-five soldiers. No, she doesn't belong there! But it still doesn't hurt to get to know her ... "

And the soldier hid behind a snuff-box, which stood right there on the table.

From here he could clearly see the lovely dancer, who stood on one leg all the time and never even swayed!

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

And when the house became completely quiet, the toys themselves began to play: first to visit, then to the war, and in the end they had a ball. Tin soldiers knocked their guns against the walls of their box - they also wanted to go free and play, but they could not lift the heavy lid. Even the nutcracker began to somersault, and the lead went dancing on the board, leaving white traces on it - tra-ta-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta-ta! There was such a noise that the canary woke up in the cage and began chatting in her own language as quickly as she could, and, moreover, in poetry.

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

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

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

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

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

But the tin soldier pretended not to hear anything.

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

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

And suddenly - whether it was a troll set up, or just a draft, who knows? - but only the window was thrown open, and the one-legged soldier flew from the third floor upside down, so much so that his ears whistled. Well, he has suffered through the fear!

Within a minute, he was already sticking out of the ground upside down, and his gun and his head in a helmet were stuck between the cobblestones.

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

Once they almost stepped on the soldier, but even then they passed by without noticing him. Of course, if the soldier shouted: "I'm here!" - he would be found now. But he considered it indecent to shout in the street - after all, he wore a uniform and was a soldier, and, moreover, a pewter one.

The boy and the maid went back to the house. And then suddenly a rain poured, but what a rain! Real downpour!

Wide puddles spread along the street, and fast streams flowed. And when the rain finally ended, two street boys came running to the place where the tin soldier was protruding between the cobblestones.

Look, ”one of them said. - Yes, no way, it's a tin soldier! .. Let's send him sailing!

And they made of old newspaper boat, put the tin soldier in it and lowered it into the groove.

The boat swam away, and the boys ran alongside, bouncing and clapping their hands.

The water in the ditch was boiling. She shouldn't be seething after such a shower! The boat either dived or flew up to the crest of the wave, then circled it in place, then carried forward.

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

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

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

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

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

But the tin soldier was silent and only gripped the gun tightly. The boat carried him farther and farther, and the rat swam after him. She snapped her teeth ferociously and shouted to the chips and straws floating towards them:

Keep it! Hold on! He has no passport!

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

"I am saved!" - thought the soldier.

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

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

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

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

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

Sinking to the bottom, he thought sadly about his beauty. He will never see the cute dancer anymore!

But then he remembered an old soldier's song:

Step forward, always forward!

Glory awaits you behind the grave! ..-

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

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

Oh, how dark and crowded it was in the stomach of the fish, darker than under the bridge, closer than in the box! But the tin soldier stood firm even here. He drew himself up to his full height and tightened his grip on his gun. So he lay for a long time.

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

The soldier could not understand what had happened. He bravely prepared to face new challenges, but it was still dark and quiet around.

And suddenly, like lightning flashed in the darkness.

Then it became quite light, and someone shouted:

That's the thing! Tin soldier!

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

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

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

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

The wood was burning brightly in the stove, and the tin soldier felt terribly hot. He felt that he was all on fire - whether from fire, or from love - he himself did not know. The paint fled from his face, he faded all over - maybe from chagrin, or maybe because he had been in the water and in the stomach of a fish.

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

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

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

That was all that was left of the staunch tin soldier and the beautiful dancer.

Loud readings of the fairy tale by G.-H. Andersen

"The Steadfast Tin Soldier"

for students in grade 2

Objectives: to promote familiarization of students with G.Kh. Andersen "The Steadfast Tin Soldier"

To direct the educational emphasis on the difference between good and evil, on the confirmation of universal human values,

Develop the ability of students to express their opinion on an issue, the ability to work with text,

Listen to the statements of classmates, continue to work on the formation of the ability to analyze the text,

To highlight the main thing in the text and generalize what has been read, to educate spirituality and respect for the world of feelings around us.

Equipment: an exhibition with a portrait of H.-H. Andersen, Andersen's book "Fairy Tales", two or three books for young readers "The Steadfast Tin Soldier" of various formats and publishing houses, a coloring for a fairy tale, a silhouette of a soldier and a dancer, printed coloring pages, colored pencils , felt-tip pens for children.

Librarian: Guys, today we will have an unusual lesson with you. Today you will have time to do a lot of interesting things in the lesson: listen to a fairy tale, paint a picture for this fairy tale, answer quiz questions about the fairy tale you listened to. All interesting events relate to the tale of Hans Christian Andersen "The Steadfast Tin Soldier", which turns 180 in 2018!

Guys, Hans Christian Andersen was born in a distant country of Denmark, in a very poor family, there was often no bread in the house, not to mention shoes and clothes, but this beggarly life had its own joys. Andersen was very fond of his house, in which he was born, forever in his memory there was a clean room, a shoe workbench and a bookshelf. The father often read to his son, revealing the wisdom and beauty of the books. And then a misfortune happened in the family - his father died and the boy went to work at the factory early. But he was still drawn to books and having saved some money, he left for the city of Copenhagen. There were many adventures in the life of Hans, good and not so, but from his youth he seriously took up literature. Andersen traveled a lot around his native country and beyond its borders - to Germany, France, England, Holland, Sweden and other countries, met with outstanding people of his time. And much later, the writer came to world fame, he became famous for his literary activity, and after his death in the Royal Garden, in Copenhagen, a monument to Andersen was erected with the inscription "Erected by the Danish people"

(the following is an overview of the exhibition: list the most famous fairy tales of the writer, demonstrate illustrations from the book, then distribute coloring pages to the children and explain that while they listen to the fairy tale "The Steadfast Tin Soldier", it is necessary to color the picture, and then answer the quiz questions)

The librarian is expressively reading Andersen's tale "The Steadfast Tin Soldier".

Librarian: Guys, you listened to the tale, I suggest you answer the quiz questions.

Who was the mother of the tin soldiers? (old tin spoon)

How many soldiers were in the box? (25)

How did one single soldier differ from his brothers? (he only had one leg)

Who was the girl standing in the doorway of the cardboard palace? (dancer)

What did the Ingush do at night? (played - and on a visit, and at war, and at the ball)

What happened at twelve o'clock in the morning? (the lid of the snuff box opened, and instead of tobacco there was a troll)

What misfortune happened to the soldier in the morning? (fell from the third floor window onto the pavement)

What did the boys who found him do to the soldier? (done paper boat, put a soldier in it, and let it sail along the gutter)

What did the water rat demanded from the soldier who lived under the walkways? (passport, duty)

What happened to the soldier when the boat got soaked and the soldier went to the bottom? (swallowed by a big fish)

What miracle happened to the soldier? (the soldier was taken out of the belly of a fish in the house where his brothers lived)

How did the troll get revenge on the soldier? (the kid grabbed an innocent soldier and threw him into the stove)

What happened to the dancer? (she was caught by the wind and she found herself in the stove, where she burned)

What did the maid find in the stove the next morning? (pewter heart and glitter like charcoal)

Librarian: Well done, guys, you listened carefully to the story, answered the questions well, and now let's summarize. Answer me,what is this tale about? what does she teach? what is the ending of the tale? what does the soldier symbolize? what conclusions can we draw? what useful does this tale teach us?

The Steadfast Tin Soldier

The Steadfast Tin Soldier
Hans Christian Andersen

Once upon a time, there were twenty-five tin soldiers who were cast from one large tin spoon, and therefore they all looked like brothers, with guns on their shoulders and in the same red and blue uniforms. Everything except the last, the twenty-fifth ... There was not enough tin for him, and therefore he had only one leg. But on that one leg he stood as firmly as the rest on two.

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

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

But the Tin Soldier was steadfast and ignored him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But, in spite of the fear, he still stood upright and steadfast.

And the boat kept floating and floating along the gutter and suddenly slipped into the sewer pipe. It was even dark there, and poor little Soldier could see absolutely nothing.

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

And the boat swam forward and forward, and now a light dawned ahead. The water from the pipe, it turns out, flowed directly into the river. And the boat spun around, and with it the Tin Soldier. And so the paper boat scooped up water on its side, got wet and began to sink.

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

The fish's stomach was even darker than in the sewer, but Soldier's courage never left him. And then the fish began to rush and twitch.

The tale of the Steadfast Tin Soldier read:

There were once twenty-five tin soldiers, siblings by their mothers - an old tin spoon, a gun on his shoulder, his head straight, a red and blue uniform - well, what a lovely soldier! The first words they heard when they opened their box house were: "Ah, the tin soldiers!" It was the little boy who had been given tin soldiers on his birthday, clapping his hands. And he immediately began to arrange them on the table. All the soldiers were exactly the same, except for one, who had one leg. He was cast last, and the tin was a little short, but he stood on his leg as firmly as others on two; and he just turned out to be the most wonderful of all.

There were many different toys on the table where the soldiers found themselves, but most of all the palace made of cardboard was striking. Through the small windows one could see the palace chambers; in front of the palace, around a small mirror that depicted the lake, there were trees, and wax swans swam around the lake and admired their reflection. All this was a miracle, how sweet, but the loveliest of all was the young lady who stood on the very threshold of the palace. She, too, was cut out of paper and dressed in a skirt made of the finest cambric; over her shoulder was a narrow blue ribbon in the shape of a scarf, and on her chest was a rosette the size of the young lady's face. The young lady stood on one leg with her arms outstretched - she was a dancer - and lifted her other leg so high that our soldier could not see her, and thought that the beauty was also one-legged like him.

“I wish I had such a wife! He thought. - Only she, apparently, one of the nobles, lives in the palace, and I only have that box, and even then there are twenty-five of us in it, she has no place there! But it doesn't hurt to get to know each other. "

And he hid behind a snuff-box, which stood right there on the table; from here he could clearly see the lovely dancer, who still stood on one leg, without losing her balance.

Late in the evening, all the other tin soldiers were put in a box, and all the people in the house went to bed. Now the toys themselves began to play for a visit, at war and at a ball. The tin soldiers began to knock on the sides of the box - they also wanted to play, but they could not lift the lids. The Nutcracker was tumbling, the pencil was writing on the board; there was such a noise and din that the canary woke up and also spoke, and even in poetry! Only the dancer and the tin soldier did not budge: she was still holding on to her outstretched toe, stretching her arms forward, he stood cheerfully and did not take his eyes off her.

It struck twelve. Click! - the snuffbox opened.

There was no tobacco, and there was a little black troll; the snuff-box had a focus!

“Tin soldier,” said the troll, “you don’t need to look!

The tin soldier didn’t seem to have heard.

- Well, wait! - said the troll.

In the morning the children got up, and they put the tin soldier on the window.

Suddenly - by the grace of a troll or by a draft - the window opened and our soldier flew headfirst from the third floor - only his ears whistled! A minute - and he was already standing on the pavement with his foot upside down: his head in a helmet and a gun were stuck between the stones of the pavement.

The boy and the maid immediately ran out in search, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not find the soldier; they almost stepped on him and yet did not notice him. Shout to them: "I'm here!" - they, of course, would have found him at once, but he considered it indecent to shout in the street, he was wearing a uniform!

It started to rain; harder, harder, at last the rain poured down. When it cleared up again, two street boys came.

- Look! - said one. - There is a tin soldier! Let's send him sailing!

And they made a boat out of newsprint, put a tin soldier in there and put it in a groove.

The boys themselves ran alongside and clapped their hands. Well well! This is how the waves went along the groove! The current kept drifting - no wonder after such a shower!

The boat was thrown and spun in all directions, so that the tin soldier was trembling all over, but he held on firmly: the gun on his shoulder, his head straight, his chest forward!

The boat was carried under the long walkways: it became so dark as if the soldier had fallen into a box again.

“Where is it taking me? He thought. - Yes, this is all the jokes of an ugly troll! Oh, if that beauty was sitting with me in the boat - for me, be at least twice as dark! "

At that moment a big rat jumped out from under the walkway.

- Do you have a passport? She asked. - Give me a passport!

But the tin soldier was silent and gripped the gun even tighter. The boat was carrying, and the rat swam after her. U! As she gritted her teeth and shouted to the chips and straws floating towards them:

- Hold, hold it! He didn't pay taxes, didn't show his passport!

But the current carried the boat faster and faster, and the tin soldier had already seen the light ahead, when suddenly he heard such a terrible noise that any brave man would have been afraid. Imagine, at the end of the bridge, water from a groove rushed into a large canal! It was as scary for the soldier as it was for us to rush in a boat to a large waterfall.

But the soldier carried further and further, it was impossible to stop. The boat with the soldier slid down; the poor fellow held on as before and did not even blink an eye. The boat spun ... One, two - filled with water to the brim and began to sink. The tin soldier found himself up to his throat in water; further more ... the water covered his head! Then he thought of his beauty: he will not see more. In his ears sounded:

Strive forward, oh warrior,

And meet death calmly!

The paper tore, and the tin soldier went to the bottom, but at that very moment he was swallowed by a fish.

What darkness! Worse than under the walkways, and even fear how crowded! But the tin soldier stood firm and lay stretched out at full length, tightly clutching the gun to him.

The fish rushed here and there, made the most amazing jumps, but suddenly froze, as if lightning had struck it. The light flashed and someone shouted: "Tin Soldier!"

The fact is that the fish was caught, taken to the market, then it got into the kitchen, and the cook ripped open its belly with a large knife. The cook took the tin soldier with two fingers around the waist and carried it into the room, where all the household came to look at the wonderful traveler. But the tin soldier was not in the least proud. They put him on the table, and - something that doesn't happen in the world! - he found himself in the same room, saw the same children, the same toys and a wonderful palace with a lovely little dancer. She was still standing on one leg with the other high. That's so resilience! The tin soldier was touched and almost burst into tears of tin, but that would have been indecent, and he resisted. He looked at her, she at him, but they did not say a word.

Suddenly, one of the boys grabbed the tin soldier and, for no reason at all, threw him straight into the stove. The troll must have set it all up! The tin soldier stood engulfed in flames: he was terribly hot, from fire or love - he himself did not know. The colors have completely peeled off him, he has faded all over; who knows from what - from the road or from grief? He looked at the dancer, she was him, and he felt that he was melting, but he still held on firmly, with a gun on his shoulder. Suddenly the door in the room opened, the wind caught the dancer, and she, like a sylph, fluttered right into the stove to the tin soldier, flashed at once and - the end!

And the tin soldier melted and melted into a ball. The next day the maid shook the ashes out of the stove and found a little tin heart; from the dancer, only one rosette remained, and even that was all burnt and blackened like coal.

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

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

Everything except the last, the twenty-fifth ... There was not enough tin for him, and therefore he had only one leg. But on that one leg he stood as firmly as the rest on two.

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

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

But the old and cunning Troll, living in a snuffbox, was jealous of the beauty of the little Tin Soldier and predicted a terrible misfortune to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But, in spite of the fear, he still stood upright and steadfast.

And the boat kept floating and floating along the gutter and suddenly slipped into the sewer pipe. It was even dark there, and poor little Soldier could see absolutely nothing.

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

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

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

And so the paper boat scooped up water on its side, got completely wet and began to sink.