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Spruce summary for the reader's diary. Encyclopedia of fairy-tale heroes: "Spruce"

Andersen's tales

Christmas tree - Christmas story Andersen about the fate of a spruce tree that grew in the forest. The tree grew and watched what was happening around. She was terribly curious why before every Christmas people come, cut down the trees and take them away to an unknown destination. The tree asked the birds if they knew where they were being taken. And then one day they told Yolka that people take them home, to warm rooms and dress them up with beautiful gilded and shiny toys, put gifts under the trees, and children dance around the trees, sing children's songs and read children's poems. Yolka really wanted to be on such a holiday and be in a warm house for the New Year, in a very beautiful jewelry. And one day our Yolka was lucky - people came and took her away from the forest. Everything was the way she wanted and she was all dressed up in the center of attention. And even though it was set on fire a little and its branches were damaged a little, Yolka was happy. But the holiday did not last long - the next day the Christmas tree was taken to the attic and placed in a corner to live out its life. There she made friends with the mice and told them about life in the forest, and the mice surrounded her and listened attentively. Until one day the Christmas tree was thrown into a landfill.

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There was this nice little Christmas tree in the forest; She had a good place: the sun warmed her, there was plenty of air, and older comrades, spruce and pine grew around her. Only the Christmas tree couldn’t wait to become an adult: she didn’t think about the warm sun or the fresh air; I didn’t even notice the talkative village children when they came to the forest to pick strawberries or raspberries. They’ll take a full mug, or they’ll string the berries onto straws, sit down next to the Christmas tree and say:

What a nice Christmas tree!

And she might as well not listen to such speeches at all.

A year later, the Christmas tree grew by one shoot, and a year later it stretched out a little more; So, by the number of shoots, you can always find out how many years the tree has been growing.

Oh, I wish I were as big as the others! - the tree sighed. - It’s as if I spread my branches wide and looked out with the top of my head into the free light! Birds would build nests in my branches, and when the wind blew, I would nod with dignity, no worse than others!

And neither the sun, nor the birds, nor the scarlet clouds that floated over her in the morning and evening were a joy to her.

When it was winter and the snow lay around like a sparkling white veil, a hare would often come skipping and jump right over the Christmas tree - such an insult! But two winters passed, and by the third the tree had grown so much that the hare already had to run around it.

"Ah! Grow up, grow up, become big and old - there is nothing better in the world than this!" - thought the Christmas tree.

In the fall, woodcutters came into the forest and felled some of the most big trees. This happened every year, and the tree, now completely grown, trembled every time - with such a groan and ringing, large beautiful trees fell to the ground. The branches were cut off from them, and they were so bare, long, narrow - they were simply unrecognizable. But then they were put on carts, and horses carried them away from the forest. Where? What awaited them?

In the spring, when swallows and storks arrived, the tree asked them:

Do you know where they were taken? Didn't you come across them?

The swallows didn’t know, but the stork became thoughtful, nodded his head and said:

I guess I know. When I flew from Egypt, I met many new ships with magnificent masts. I think it was them, they smelled like spruce. I greeted them many times, and they held their heads high, very high.

Oh, if only I were an adult and could swim across the sea! What is this sea like? What does it look like?

Well, it’s a long story,” the stork answered and flew away.

Enjoy your youth! - they said Sun rays. - Rejoice in your healthy growth, the young life that plays within you!

And the wind caressed the tree, and the dew shed tears over it, but she did not understand this.

As Christmas approached, very young trees were cut down in the forest, some of them were even younger and shorter than ours, which knew no rest and kept rushing out of the forest. These trees, and they were the most beautiful, by the way, always retained their branches, they were immediately placed on carts, and horses took them out of the forest.

Where are they going? - asked the Christmas tree. - They are not bigger than me, and one is even smaller. Why did they keep all their branches? Where are they going?

We know! We know! - the sparrows chirped. - We were in the city and looked into the windows! We know where they are going! Such brilliance and glory awaits them that you can’t even imagine! We looked through the windows, we saw! They are planted in the middle of a warm room and decorated with wonderful things - gilded apples, honey gingerbread, toys and hundreds of candles!

And then? - asked the tree, trembling its branches. - And then? Then what?

We didn't see anything else! It was incredible!

Or maybe I am destined to follow this shining path! - the tree rejoiced. - This is even better than sailing on the sea. Oh, how I languish! If only it would be Christmas again soon! Now I’m as big and tall as those who were taken away last year. Oh, if only I could get on the cart! Just to get into a warm room with all this glory and splendor! And then?.. Well, then there will be something even better, even more beautiful, otherwise why else dress me up like that? Of course, then there will be something even more majestic, even more magnificent! But what? Oh, how I yearn, how I languish! I don’t know what’s happening to me!

Rejoice in me! - said the air and sunlight. - Rejoice in your youthful freshness here in the wild!

But she was not the least bit happy; it grew and grew, winter and summer it stood green; It stood dark green, and everyone who saw it said: “What a nice tree!” - and at Christmas they cut down the first one. The ax entered deep into her very core, the tree fell to the ground with a sigh, and she was in pain, she felt bad, and she could not think about any happiness, and she was sad to be separated from her homeland, from the piece of land on which she grew up: she knew she thought that she would never again see her dear old comrades, the bushes and flowers that grew around her, and maybe even the birds. The departure was not at all fun.

She woke up only when she was unloaded in the yard along with the others and someone’s voice said:

This one is simply magnificent! Only this one!

Two servants arrived in full dress and carried the tree into the large, beautiful hall. Portraits hung on the walls everywhere; on the large tiled stove there were Chinese vases with lions on the lids; there were rocking chairs, silk sofas and large tables, and on the tables there were picture books and toys, on which they probably spent a hundred times a hundred riksdalers - or so the children said. The Christmas tree was placed in a large barrel of sand, but no one would have thought that it was a barrel, because it was wrapped in green cloth and stood on a large colorful carpet. Oh, how the tree trembled! Will something happen now? The girls and servants began to dress her up. Small bags cut out of colored paper hung from the branches, each filled with sweets; gilded apples and walnuts as if they themselves grew up on a Christmas tree, and more than a hundred small candles, red, white and blue, were stuck into its branches, and on the branches among the greenery the dolls swayed, just like living people - the Christmas tree had never seen such ones before - swayed among the greenery, and At the top, on the very top of her head, they placed a star strewn with gold sparkles. It was magnificent, absolutely incomparable...

Tonight, everyone said, tonight she will shine! “Ah!” thought the tree. “I wish it would be evening soon! Let the candles be lit soon!”

What will happen then? Will the trees come from the forest to look at me? Will the sparrows flock to the windows? Am I really not going to settle down here, am I going to stand dismantled all winter and summer?”

Yes, she understood everything pretty well and was tormented to the point that her bark actually became itchy, but for a tree it’s like headache for our brother.

And so the candles were lit. What brilliance, what splendor! The tree began to tremble with all its branches, so that one of the candles began to fire across its green needles; it was terribly hot.

Lord have mercy! - the girls shouted and rushed to put out the fire. Now the tree did not even dare to tremble. Oh, how scared she was! How

She was afraid of losing at least something from her decoration, as she was stunned by all this sparkle... And then the doors opened, and children rushed into the hall in a crowd, and it looked as if they were about to knock down the Christmas tree. The adults followed them sedately. The kids froze in place, but only for a moment, and then such fun began that only their ears were ringing. The children began to dance around the tree and, one after another, tore gifts from it.

“What are they doing?” thought the tree. “What will happen next?”

And the candles burned out right up to the branches, and when they burned out, they were extinguished, and the children were allowed to rob the tree. Oh, how they attacked her! Only the branches crackled. If she had not been tied to the ceiling with the top of her head with a golden star, she would have been knocked over.

The children twirled in a round dance with their magnificent toys, and no one looked at the tree, only the old nanny looked among the branches to see if there was a forgotten apple or date left somewhere.

A fairy tale! A fairy tale! - the children shouted and dragged the little fat man to the tree, and he sat down right under it.

“This way we’ll be just like in the forest, and it wouldn’t hurt to listen to the Christmas tree,” he said, “only I’ll tell you just one fairy tale.” Which one do you want: about Ivede-Avede or about Klumpe-Dumpe, who fell down the stairs, but still got the honor and took the princess for himself?

About Ivede-Avede! - some shouted.

About Klumpe-Dumpe! - others shouted.

And there was noise and din, only the tree was silent and thought: “Well, am I not with them anymore, won’t I do anything else?” She played her part, she did what she was supposed to do.

And the fat little man told about Klumpe-Dumpe, that he fell down the stairs, but still got in honor and took the princess for himself. The children clapped their hands, shouted: “Tell me more, tell me more!” They wanted to hear about IvedeAvede, but they had to stay with Klumpa-Dumpa. The tree stood completely silent and thoughtful; the birds in the forest didn’t say anything like that. “Klumpe-Dumpe fell down the stairs, and yet he took the princess for himself! Well, now, this happens in the world!” - the tree thought and believed that all this was true, because such a nice man was telling it. “Well, who knows? Maybe I’ll fall down the stairs and marry the prince.” And she was glad that the next day she would again be decorated with candles and toys, gold and fruits.

“Tomorrow I won’t be shaking so much!” she thought. “Tomorrow I’ll have plenty of fun with my triumph. Again I’ll hear the fairy tale about Klumpe-Dumpe, and maybe about Ivede-Avede.” So, quiet and thoughtful, she stood all night.

In the morning a servant and a maid came.

“Now they’ll start dressing me up again!” - thought the tree. But they dragged her out of the room, then up the stairs, then into the attic, and there they shoved her into a dark corner where no daylight penetrated.

“What does this mean?” thought the tree. “What should I do here? What can I hear here?” And she leaned against the wall and stood there and thought and thought. She had enough time.

Many days and nights have passed; no one came to the attic. And when someone finally came, it was only to put several large boxes in the corner. Now the tree stood completely hidden in a corner, as if it had been completely forgotten.

“It’s winter!” she thought. “The ground has hardened and is covered with snow, people can’t transplant me, so I’ll probably stay here under a roof until spring. What a clever idea! How kind they are, people!” ". Now, if only it weren't so dark here, so terribly lonely... If only there was one little bunny! It was still nice in the forest when there was snow all around, and even a hare would rush through, even if it jumped over you, although then - I couldn't stand it. It's still terribly lonely up here!"

Pip! - the little mouse suddenly said and jumped out of the hole, followed by another little one. They sniffed the tree and began to scurry along its branches.

It's terribly cold here! - said the mice. - Otherwise it would be just grace! Is it really an old tree?

I'm not old at all! - answered the tree. - There are many trees much older than me!

Where are you from? - asked the mice. - And what do you know? - They were terribly curious. - Tell us about the most wonderful place in the world! You were there? Have you ever been in a pantry where there are cheeses on the shelves and hams hanging from the ceiling, where you can dance on tallow candles, where you go in skinny and come out fat?

“I don’t know such a place,” said the Christmas tree, “but I know a forest where the sun shines and the birds sing!”

And the tree told everything about its youth, but the mice had never heard anything like that, and after listening to the tree, they said:

Oh, how much you have seen! Oh, how happy you were!

Happy? - the tree asked and thought about its words. - Yes, perhaps those were fun days!

And then she told about Christmas Eve, about how she was decorated with gingerbread and candles.

ABOUT! - said the mice. - How happy you were, old tree!

I'm not old at all! - said the tree. - I came from the forest only this winter! I'm just about time! I just started growing!

How nicely you tell it! - said the mice, and the next night they brought four more with them to listen to her, and the more the tree talked, the more clearly she remembered everything and thought: “But those were really fun days! But they will come back, they will come back Klumpe-Dumpe fell down the stairs , but still he took the princess for himself, so maybe I’ll marry the prince!” And the tree remembered this pretty young oak tree that grew in the forest, and for the tree he was a real handsome prince.

Who is Klumpe-Dumpe? - asked the mice.

And the tree told the whole tale, she remembered it word for word. And the mice jumped for joy almost to the very top.

The next night many more mice came, and on Sunday even two rats appeared. But the rats said that the fairy tale was not so good at all, and the mice were very upset, because now they too liked the fairy tale less.

Is this the only story you know? - asked the rats.

Only one! - answered the tree. “I heard it on the happiest evening of my entire life, but then I didn’t even think how happy I was.”

An extremely poor story! Do you know any other one - with bacon, with tallow candles? Pantry stories?

No, answered the tree.

So very grateful! - said the rats and went away.

The mice eventually fled too, and then the tree said, sighing:

But it was still good when they sat around, these playful mice, and listened to what I was telling them! Now this is over too. But now I won’t miss the opportunity to rejoice as soon as I’m taken out again. White light!

But when it happened... Yes, it was in the morning, people came and were noisily fussing around in the attic. The boxes were moved, the tree was pulled out of the corner; True, she was thrown painfully on the floor, but the servant immediately dragged her to the stairs, where there was a glimmer of daylight.

“Well, this is the beginning of a new life!” - thought the tree. She felt the fresh air, the first ray of sun, and now she was in the yard. Everything happened so quickly; the tree even forgot to look at itself, there was so much around that was worth looking at. The yard adjoined the garden, and everything in the garden was in bloom. Fresh, fragrant roses hung over the hedge, linden trees stood in blossom, and swallows flew. "Vit-vit! My little wife is back!" - they chirped, but they weren’t talking about the Christmas tree.

“Now I’ll live,” the tree rejoiced, straightening its branches. But the branches were all dried out and yellowed, and she lay in the corner of the yard among the nettles and weeds. But on top of it there was still a star made of gilded paper and sparkling in the sun.

Children were playing happily in the yard - the same ones who danced around the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve and were so happy about it. The youngest jumped up to the tree and picked a star.

Look what's left on that ugly old tree! - he said and began to trample its branches, so that they crunched under his boots.

And the tree looked at the garden in its fresh decoration of flowers, looked at itself and regretted that it had not remained in its dark corner in the attic; I remembered my fresh youth in the forest, and a merry Christmas Eve, and the little mice who listened with such pleasure to the fairy tale about Klumpe-Dumpe.

The end, the end! - said the poor tree. - At least I would have been happy while there was time. The end, the end!

A servant came and cut the tree into pieces - a whole armful came out; they glowed hotly under the large brewing kettle; and the tree sighed so deeply that each breath was like a small shot; The children playing in the yard ran to the fire, sat down in front of it and, looking into the fire, shouted:

Bang-bang!

And with each shot, which was its deep sigh, the tree remembered either a sunny summer day or a starry winter night in the forest, remembered Christmas Eve and the fairy tale about Klumpe-Dumpe - the only one that it heard and knew how to tell... And so it burned down.

The boys were playing in the yard, and on the chest of the youngest there was a star, which the Christmas tree wore on the happiest evening of its life; he passed, and it’s all over with the tree, and with this story too. It's over, it's over, and that's how it goes with all stories.

A small, pretty Christmas tree grew in the forest, birds sang above it, the sun was shining brightly, and large trees grew around it. But the Christmas tree was unhappy that it was so small, and even the hares were jumping over it. She wanted to grow up so much, she didn’t notice anything around her, and she wasn’t happy about anything.

But time passed, the tree became big and tall. Every year, woodcutters cut down large slender trees, cut off their branches, and took them somewhere. Now the Christmas tree really wanted to know future fate felled trees, she asked the birds about it. The stork said that masts for ships are made from tree trunks, and they, holding their heads high, sail across the seas. The fluffy beauty also wanted to become a mast and see the sea. The sun advised the tree to enjoy life, but it did not want to see anything.

Under New Year Woodcutters again came to the forest, again cut down beautiful trees, and took them away with their branches. Again the tree trembled, so she wanted to know where these fluffy beauties were being taken. The sparrows said that beautiful spruce trees are placed in the middle of warm rooms, decorated beautifully, and these beauties stand in the glow of candles and the shine of tinsel. How the tree wanted to get into this splendor!

This year the beauty was cut down first. They carried her into the room, put her in a barrel and dressed her up. She was happy, but the evening ended, the candles burned out, the children tore all the gifts from the tree, and in the morning the tree was taken to a cold corner of the attic, where there were only mice. The tree told them a fairy tale, the mice listened to it and ran away.

The beautiful Christmas tree was waiting for a new life, but spring came, the dried and yellowed tree was removed from the attic and burned.

Life is too short not to notice it, you have to live here and now.

Picture or drawing of Christmas tree

Andersen's Fairy Tales: Spruce.

There was a wonderful Christmas tree in the forest. Her place was good, there was plenty of air and light; Older friends grew all around - both spruce and pine trees. The Christmas tree really wanted to grow up quickly; she didn’t think about the warm sun or the fresh air, she didn’t care about the talkative peasant children who were picking strawberries and raspberries in the forest; Having collected full mugs or strung berries, like beads, on thin twigs, they sat down under the tree to rest and always said:

What a nice Christmas tree! Pretty little one!

The tree did not want to listen to such speeches. A year has passed - and one knee has been added to the Christmas tree; another year has passed - another one has been added: so by the number of knees you can find out how many years it has been eaten.

Oh, if only I were as big as other trees! - the Christmas tree sighed. “Then I would spread my branches wide, raise my head high, and I would be able to see far, far around!” Birds would make nests in my branches, and in the wind I would nod my head just as importantly as others!

And neither the sun, nor the singing of birds, nor the pink morning and evening clouds gave her the slightest pleasure.

It was winter; the ground was covered with a sparkling carpet of snow; no, no, yes, a hare ran through the snow and sometimes even jumped over the Christmas tree - what a shame! But two more winters passed, and by the third the tree had grown so much that the hare had to go around it.

“Yes, grow, grow and quickly become a big, old tree - what could be better than this!” - thought the Christmas tree.

Every autumn, woodcutters appeared in the forest and cut down the largest trees. Each time the Christmas tree trembled with fear at the sight of huge trees falling to the ground with noise and crackling. They were cleared of branches, and they lay on the ground so naked, long and thin. You could barely recognize them! Then they were laid on firewood and taken away from the forest.

Where? For what?

In the spring, when swallows and storks arrived, the tree asked them:

Do you know where those trees were taken? Have you met them?

The swallows didn’t know anything, but one of the storks thought, nodded his head and said:

I think, yes! I met at sea, on the way from Egypt, many new ships with magnificent, high masts. They smelled of spruce and pine. That's where they are!

Oh, I wish I could grow up soon and go to sea! What is this sea like, what does it look like?

Well, that's a long story! - answered the stork and flew away.

Enjoy your youth! - the sun's rays said to the Christmas tree. - Rejoice in your healthy growth, your youth and vital forces!

And the wind kissed the tree, the dew shed tears over it, but the spruce did not appreciate any of this.

Around Christmas, several very young trees were cut down; some of them were even smaller than our Christmas tree, which we so wanted to grow faster. All the trees that were cut down were very pretty; They were not cleared of branches, but were placed directly on firewood and taken away from the forest.

Where? - asked the spruce. - They are no more than me, one is even smaller. And why did they leave all the branches on them? Where were they taken?

We know! We know! - the sparrows chirped. - We were in the city and looked into the windows! We know where they were taken! They will be so honored that it’s impossible to say! We looked through the windows and saw! They are placed in the middle of a warm room and decorated with the most wonderful things, gilded apples, honey gingerbread and lots of candles!

And then?.. - asked the spruce tree, trembling with all its branches. - And then?.. What happened to them then?

And we didn’t see anything else! But it was incredible!

Maybe I will follow the same brilliant path! - the spruce rejoiced. - It's better than sailing on the sea! Oh, I’m just languishing with melancholy and impatience! I wish Christmas would come soon! Now I too have become as tall and spreading as those that were cut down last year! Oh, if only I were already lying on the firewood! Oh, if only I were already standing, decorated with all these delights, in a warm room! And then what?.. Then, surely, it will be even better, otherwise why would you dress me up!.. But what exactly will happen? Oh, how I yearn and am torn from here! I just don’t know what’s wrong with me!

Rejoice at us! - the air and sunlight told her. - Rejoice in your youth and forest freedom!

But she didn’t even think of rejoicing, but kept growing and growing. Both winter and summer she stood in her green attire, and everyone who saw her said: “What a wonderful tree!” Christmas finally came, and the first tree was cut down. Burning pain and melancholy did not allow her to even think about future happiness; It was sad to part with her native forest, with the corner where she grew up - she knew that she would never see her dear friends again - firs and pines, bushes, flowers, and maybe even birds! How hard, how sad!..

The tree came to its senses only when it found itself together with other trees in the yard and heard someone’s voice near it:

Wonderful Christmas tree! This is exactly what we need!

Two dressed up servants appeared, took the tree and carried it into the huge, magnificent hall. Portraits hung on the walls, and on the large tiled stove stood Chinese vases with lions on the lids; Rocking chairs, silk-upholstered sofas and large tables littered with albums, books and toys worth several hundred dollars were placed everywhere - at least that’s what the children said. The tree was planted in a large tub of sand, the tub was wrapped in green material and placed on a colorful carpet. How the Christmas tree trembled! Will something happen now? Servants and young girls appeared and began to dress her up. Here, on the branches, small nets filled with sweets, cut out of colored paper, hung, gilded apples and nuts grew and dolls swayed - like living people; The tree has never seen anything like it before. Finally, hundreds of multi-colored small candles were attached to the branches - red, blue, white, and at the very top of the tree was a large star made of gold leaf. Well, my eyes just ran wild looking at all this splendor!

How the Christmas tree will sparkle and shine in the evening when the candles are lit! - they said everything.

"Oh! - thought the tree. - If only the evening would come soon and the candles would be lit! What will happen next? Will other trees come here from the forest to admire me? Will sparrows fly to the windows? Or maybe I’ll grow into this tub and stand here so elegant, winter and summer?”

Yes, she knew a lot!.. From intense anticipation, her bark even ached, and this is as unpleasant for a tree as a headache is for us.

But then the candles were lit. What brilliance, what luxury! The tree began to tremble with all its branches, one of the candles set fire to the green needles, and the tree was painfully burned.

Ay-ay! - the young ladies shouted and hastily put out the fire.

The tree did not dare to shake anymore. And she was scared! Especially because she was afraid of losing even the slightest of her jewelry. But all this brilliance simply stunned her. Suddenly both halves of the doors swung open and a whole crowd of children rushed in; you would have thought they intended to cut down the tree! The elders came in behind them sedately. The kids stopped dead in their tracks, but only for a minute, and then there was such a noise and uproar that their ears were simply ringing. The children danced around the tree, and little by little all the gifts were torn from it.

“What are they doing? - thought the tree. - What does it mean?"

The candles burned out, they were extinguished, and the children were allowed to rob the tree. How they attacked him! Only the branches cracked! If the top with the golden star had not been firmly tied to the ceiling, they would have knocked down the tree.

Then the children began to dance again, not letting go of their wonderful toys. No one else looked at the tree except the old nanny, and she was only looking to see if there was an apple or date left somewhere in the branches.

A fairy tale! A fairy tale! - the children shouted and dragged a small, plump man to the tree.

He sat down under a tree and said:

Here we are in the forest! And by the way, the Christmas tree will listen! But I will tell only one tale! Which one do you want: about Ivede-Avede or about Klumpe-Dumpe, who, although he fell down the stairs, still became famous and got himself a princess?

About Ivede-Avede! - some shouted.

About Klumpe-Dumpe! - others shouted.

There was a cry and noise; one tree stood quietly and thought: “Don’t I have anything else to do?”

She's already done her job!

And the plump man told about Klumpe-Dumpe, who, although he fell down the stairs, still became famous and got himself a princess.

The children clapped their hands and shouted:

More more! - They wanted to hear about Ivede-Avede, but they were left with only Klumpa-Dumpa.

The tree stood quietly, thoughtfully - the forest birds had never told anything like this. “Klumpe-Dumpe fell down the stairs, and yet he got the princess! Yes, this is what happens in this world!” - thought the tree; she completely believed everything she just heard, since such an honorable man was telling it. “Yes, yes, who knows! Maybe I’ll have to fall down the stairs, and then I’ll become a princess!” And she happily thought about tomorrow: she would again be decorated with candles and toys, gold and fruits! “Tomorrow I won’t tremble! - she thought. - I want to properly enjoy my splendor! And tomorrow I will again hear the tale about Klumpe-Dumpe, and maybe also about Ivede-Avede.” And the tree stood quietly all night, dreaming about tomorrow.

In the morning the servants and the maid appeared. “Now they’ll start decorating me again!” - thought the tree, but they pulled it out of the room, dragged it up the stairs and shoved it into the darkest corner of the attic, where daylight did not even penetrate.

“What does this mean? - thought the tree. - What should I do here? What will I see and hear here? And she leaned against the wall and kept thinking and thinking... There was enough time for this: days and nights passed - no one looked at her. One day people came to put some boxes in the attic. The tree stood completely to the side, and it seemed that they had forgotten about it.

“It’s winter outside! - thought the tree. - The earth hardened and became covered with snow; It means you can’t put me in the ground again, so I have to stand under a roof until spring! What a clever idea! What kind people! If only it weren’t so dark and so terribly empty here!.. There wasn’t even a single bunny!.. And how fun it was in the forest! There is snow all around, and bunnies are jumping in the snow! It was good... Even when they jumped over me, even though it made me angry! And it’s so empty here!”

Pee-wee! - the little mouse suddenly squealed and jumped out of the hole, followed by another, small one. They began to sniff the tree and scurry between its branches.

It's terribly cold here! - said the little mice. - Otherwise it would be absolutely good! Is it really an old tree?

I'm not old at all! - answered the spruce. - There are many trees older than me!

Where are you from and what do you know? - asked the little mice; they were terribly curious. - Tell us where the most the best place on the ground? You were there? Have you ever been in a pantry where there are cheeses on the shelves, and hams hanging from the ceiling, and where you can dance on tallow candles? You'll go in skinny and come out fat!

No, I don’t know such a place! - said the tree. - But I know a forest where the sun shines and the birds sing!

And she told them about her youth; The little mice had never heard anything like this, listened to the story of the tree and then said:

How much you have seen! How happy you were!

Happy? - said the spruce tree and thought about the time she had just talked about. - Yes, perhaps, life was not bad for me then!

Then she told them about that evening when she was decorated with gingerbread and candles.

ABOUT! - said the little mice. - How happy you were, old tree!

I'm not old at all! - the tree objected - I was taken from the forest only this winter! I'm just about time! Just started growing!

What a wonderful story you tell! - said the little mice, and the next night they brought four more with them, who had to listen to the stories of the tree. And the more the spruce tree itself told, the more clearly it recalled its past, and it seemed to it that it had experienced a lot. have a nice day.

But they will come back! They'll be back! And Klumne-Dumpe fell down the stairs, but still he got the princess! Maybe I'll become a princess too!

Then the tree remembered the pretty birch tree that grew in the forest not far from it - it seemed to him like a real princess.

Who is Klumpe-Dumpe? - asked the little mice, and the spruce told them the whole fairy tale; she remembered it word for word.

The little mice jumped with pleasure almost to the very top of the tree. The next night several more mice appeared, and on Sunday even two rats came. These did not like the fairy tale at all, which greatly upset the mice, but now they, too, have ceased to admire the fairy tale as much as before.

Is this the only story you know? - asked the rats.

Only! - answered the spruce. - I heard it on the happiest evening of my life; At that time, however, I was not yet aware of it!

A most pathetic story! Do you know anything about fat or tallow candles? About the pantry?

No! - answered the tree.

So happy to stay! - the rats said and left.

The little mice also ran away, and the spruce sighed:

But it was nice when these playful little mice sat around me and listened to my stories! Now this is the end... But now I won’t miss my chance, I’ll be very happy when I finally go out into the world again!

It didn't happen so soon!

One morning people came to clean the attic. The boxes were pulled out, and behind them was the spruce tree. At first they threw her rather roughly on the floor, then the servant dragged her down the stairs.

“Well, now it will begin for me new life!” - thought the tree.

There was a breath of fresh air on it, a ray of sun flashed - the spruce found itself in the yard. All this happened so quickly, there was so much new and interesting for her around her that she didn’t even have time to look at herself. The courtyard adjoined the garden; Everything in the garden was green and blooming. Fresh fragrant roses hung over the hedge, linden trees were covered with blossom, swallows flew back and forth and chirped:

Queer-vir-wit! My husband is back!

But this did not apply to spruce.

Now I will live! - she rejoiced and straightened her branches. Oh, how they have faded and turned yellow!

The tree lay in the corner of the yard, surrounded by nettles and weeds; at the top of it the golden star still shone.

The same children who jumped and danced around the dismantled Christmas tree on Christmas Eve were playing happily in the yard. The youngest saw a star and tore it off.

Look what's left on this ugly old tree! - he shouted and stepped on its branches; the branches crunched.

Spruce looked at the young, blooming life around, then looked at herself and wished to return to her dark corner in the attic. She remembered her youth, and the forest, and a merry Christmas Eve, and the little mice joyfully listening to the fairy tale about Klumpe-Dumpe...

It's all gone, gone! - said the poor tree. - And at least I would have rejoiced while there was time! And now... it’s all gone, gone!

A servant came and chopped the tree into pieces - a whole bunch of kindling came out. How hot they burned under the big cauldron! The tree sighed deeply, deeply, and these sighs were like weak shots. The children came running, sat down in front of the fire and greeted each shot with a cheerful “bang!” pow!” And the spruce, letting out heavy sighs, recalled clear summer days and star winter nights in the forest, a merry Christmas Eve and the fairy tale about Klumpe-Dumpe, the only fairy tale she had heard!.. And so she all burned down.

The boys were playing in the yard again; the same golden star that decorated the Christmas tree on the happiest evening of her life shone on the youngest’s chest. Now it has passed, sunk into eternity, the tree has also come to an end, and with it our history. The end, the end! Everything in the world has its end!

Hans Christian Andersen

What a nice Christmas tree!

And she might as well not listen to such speeches at all.

A year later, the Christmas tree grew by one shoot, and a year later it stretched out a little more; So, by the number of shoots, you can always find out how many years the tree has been growing.

And neither the sun, nor the birds, nor the scarlet clouds that floated over her in the morning and evening were a joy to her.

"Oh! Grow up, grow up, become big and old - there’s nothing better in the world than this!” - thought the Christmas tree.

In the fall, woodcutters came into the forest and felled some of the largest trees. This happened every year, and the tree, now completely grown, trembled every time - with such a groan and ringing, large beautiful trees fell to the ground. The branches were cut off from them, and they were so bare, long, narrow - they were simply unrecognizable. But then they were put on carts, and horses carried them away from the forest. Where? What awaited them?

In the spring, when swallows and storks arrived, the tree asked them:

Do you know where they were taken? Didn't you come across them?

The swallows didn’t know, but the stork became thoughtful, nodded his head and said:

I guess I know. When I flew from Egypt, I met many new ships with magnificent masts. In my opinion, that was them, they smelled of spruce. I greeted them many times, and they held their heads high, very high.

Oh, if only I were an adult and could swim across the sea! What is this sea like? What does it look like?

Well, it’s a long story,” the stork answered and flew away.

Enjoy your youth! - said the sun's rays. - Rejoice in your healthy growth, the young life that plays within you!

And the wind caressed the tree, and the dew shed tears over it, but she did not understand this.

Where are they going? - asked the Christmas tree. - They are not bigger than me, and one is even smaller. Why did they keep all their branches? Where are they going?

And then? - asked the tree, trembling its branches. - And then? Then what?

We didn't see anything else! It was incredible!

Rejoice in me! - said the air and sunlight. - Rejoice in your youthful freshness here in the wild!

She woke up only when she was unloaded in the yard along with the others and someone’s voice said:

This one is simply magnificent! Only this one!

Two servants arrived in full dress and carried the tree into the large, beautiful hall. Portraits hung on the walls everywhere; on the large tiled stove there were Chinese vases with lions on the lids; there were rocking chairs, silk sofas and large tables, and on the tables there were picture books and toys, on which they probably spent a hundred times a hundred riksdalers - or so the children said. The Christmas tree was placed in a large barrel of sand, but no one would have thought that it was a barrel, because it was wrapped in green cloth and stood on a large colorful carpet. Oh, how the tree trembled! Will something happen now? The girls and servants began to dress her up. Small bags cut out of colored paper hung from the branches, each filled with sweets; gilded apples and walnuts seemed to have grown on the tree themselves, and more than a hundred small candles, red, white and blue, were stuck into its branches, and dolls swayed on the branches among the greenery, just like living people - the tree had never seen anything like them - swayed among the greenery, and at the top, on the very top of her head, they planted a star strewn with gold sparkles. It was magnificent, absolutely incomparable...

Tonight, everyone said, tonight she will shine! "Oh! - thought the tree. - It would be evening soon! Let's light the candles soon! And what will happen then? Will the trees come from the forest to look at me? Will the sparrows flock to the windows? Am I not going to settle down here, am I going to stand dismantled all winter and summer?”

Yes, she understood everything pretty well and was tormented to the point that her bark actually became itchy, and for a tree it’s like a headache for our brother.

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