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CHAPTER 2: How Cipollino made Cavalier Tomato cry for the first time

“Uncle,” asked Cipollino, “what took it into your head to climb into this box?” I would like to know how you will get out of it!

Oh, it's pretty easy! - answered the old man. - It’s much more difficult to enter. I would love to invite you over, boy, and even treat you to a glass of cold beer, but there’s no room for the two of you here. Yes, to tell the truth, I don’t even have beer.

“It’s okay,” said Cipollino, “I don’t want to drink... So this is your house?”

“Yes,” answered the old man, whose name was godfather Pumpkin. - True, the house is a bit cramped, but when there is no wind, it’s not bad here.

It must be said that godfather Pumpkin only completed the construction of his house on the eve of this day. Almost from childhood, he dreamed that he would someday have his own house, and every year he bought one brick for future construction.

But, unfortunately, godfather Pumpkin did not know arithmetic and had to ask the shoemaker, Master Vinogradinka, from time to time to count the bricks for him.

Let’s see,” said Master Grape, scratching the back of his head with an awl.

Six seven-forty two... nine down... In short, you have seventeen bricks in total.

Do you think this will be enough for the house?

I would say no.

How to be?

It's up to you. If you don't have enough for a house, make a bench out of bricks.

What do I need a bench for? There are already a lot of benches in the park, and when they are occupied, I can stand.

Master Grape silently scratched with an awl, first behind his right ear, then behind his left, and went into his workshop.

And godfather Pumpkin thought and thought and in the end decided to work more and eat less. So he did.

Now he managed to buy three or four bricks a year.

He became as thin as a matchstick, but the pile of bricks grew.

The people said:

“Look at godfather Pumpkin! You'd think he was pulling bricks out of his own belly. Every time he adds a brick, he loses a kilogram.”

So it went on year after year. Finally the day came when godfather Pumpkin felt that he was getting old and could no longer work. He again went to Master Grape and told him:

Be so kind as to count my bricks.

Master Grape, taking an awl with him, left the workshop, looked at the pile of bricks and began:

Six seven-forty two... nine down... In short, you now have a total of one hundred and eighteen pieces.

Enough for the house?

I don't think so.

How to be?

I don’t really know what to tell you... Build a chicken coop.

Yes, I don’t have a single chicken!

Well, put a cat in the chicken coop. You know, a cat is a useful animal. She catches mice.

This is true, but I don’t have a cat either, and to tell the truth, I haven’t even got mice yet. For no reason and nowhere...

What do you want from me? - Master Grape sniffled, fiercely scratching the back of his head with an awl. - One hundred and eighteen is one hundred and eighteen, no more, no less. Right?

You know better - you studied arithmetic.

Godfather Pumpkin sighed once or twice, but seeing that his sighs were not adding more bricks, he decided to begin construction without further ado.

“I’ll build a very, very small house out of bricks,” he thought as he worked. “I don’t need a palace, I’m small myself.” And if there aren’t enough bricks, I’ll use paper.”

Godfather Pumpkin worked slowly and carefully, afraid to use up all his precious bricks too quickly.

He placed them one on top of the other as carefully as if they were glass. He knew well what each brick was worth!

This,” he said, taking one of the bricks and stroking it like a kitten, “this is the same brick that I got ten years ago for Christmas. I bought it with the money I saved for chicken for the holiday. Well, I’ll enjoy the chicken later, when I finish my construction, but for now I’ll do without it.

Over each brick he let out a deep, deep sigh. And yet, when the bricks ran out, he still had a lot of sighs left, and the house turned out to be tiny, like a dovecote.

“If I were a dove,” thought poor Pumpkin, “I would be very, very comfortable here!”

And now the house was completely ready.

Godfather Pumpkin tried to enter it, but his knee hit the ceiling and almost brought down the entire structure.

“I’m getting old and clumsy. We need to be more careful!”

He knelt in front of the entrance and, sighing, crawled inside on all fours. But here new difficulties emerged: you can’t get up without hitting the roof with your head; You can’t stretch out on the floor because the floor is too short, and it’s impossible to turn on your side because it’s cramped. But most importantly, what about the legs? If you climbed into the house, you need to pull your legs inside, otherwise they will get wet in the rain.

“I see,” thought godfather Pumpkin, “that all I can do is live in this house sitting.”

So he did. He sat down on the floor, carefully taking a breath, and on his face, which appeared through the window, there was an expression of the darkest despair.

Well, how are you feeling, neighbor? - Master Grape inquired, leaning out of the window of his workshop.

Thank you, not bad!.. - answered godfather Pumpkin with a sigh.

Aren't your shoulders narrow?

No no. After all, I built the house exactly according to my measurements.

Master Grape scratched the back of his head, as always, with an awl and muttered something incomprehensible. Meanwhile, people gathered from all sides to look at the house of godfather Pumpkin. A whole horde of boys rushed over. The smallest one jumped onto the roof of the house and began to dance, singing:

Like Old Man Pumpkin

Right hand in the kitchen

Left hand in the bedroom.

If the legs

On the threshold

The nose is in the attic window!

Be careful, boys! - Godfather Pumpkin begged. - You’re going to bring down my house - he’s still so young, new, he’s not even two days old!

To appease the boys, godfather Pumpkin pulled out of his pocket a handful of red and green candies that he had lying around since I don’t know when, and distributed them to the boys. They grabbed the candies with a joyful squeal and immediately fought among themselves, dividing the spoils.

From that day on, godfather Pumpkin, as soon as he had a few soldi, bought sweets and put them on the windowsill for the children, like bread crumbs for sparrows.

That's how they became friends.

Sometimes Pumpkin allowed the boys to climb into the house one by one, while he kept a watchful eye on the outside, lest they cause trouble.

Godfather Pumpkin was telling young Cipollino about all this just at that moment when a thick cloud of dust appeared at the edge of the village. Immediately, as if on command, all the windows, doors and gates began to close with a knock and a creak. Master Grape's wife also hurried to lock her gate.

People hid in their homes, as if before a storm. Even chickens, cats and dogs rushed to look for a safe shelter.

Cipollino had not yet had time to ask what was going on here, when a cloud of dust rolled through the village with a crash and roar and stopped right at the house of godfather Pumpkin.

In the middle of the cloud was a carriage pulled by four horses. Strictly speaking, these were not exactly horses, but rather cucumbers, because in the country in question, all people and animals were akin to some kind of vegetables or fruits.

A fat man dressed all in green got out of the carriage, puffing and puffing. His red, plump, puffy cheeks seemed about to burst, like an overripe tomato.

This was the gentleman Pomodor, the manager and housekeeper of the wealthy landowners - Countess Cherry. Cipollino immediately realized that nothing good could be expected from this person if everyone ran away at her first appearance, and he himself considered it best to stay away.

At first, Cavalier Tomato did nothing bad to anyone. He just looked at his godfather Pumpkin. He looked long and intently, ominously shaking his head and not saying a word.

And poor godfather Pumpkin was glad at that moment to fall through the ground along with his tiny house. Sweat streamed from his forehead and into his mouth, but godfather Pumpkin did not even dare raise his hand to wipe his face, and obediently swallowed these salty and bitter drops.

Finally, he closed his eyes and began to think like this: “There is no Signor Tomato here anymore. I sit in my house and sail like a sailor in a boat, Pacific Ocean. The water around me is blue, blue, calm, calm... How softly it rocks my boat!..”

Of course, there was no trace of the sea around, but Pumpkin’s godfather’s house actually swayed to the right and then to the left. This happened because the gentleman Tomato grabbed the edge of the roof with both hands and began to shake the house with all his might. The roof was shaking, and neatly laid tiles were flying in all directions.

Godfather Pumpkin involuntarily opened his eyes when Signor Tomato let out such a menacing growl that the doors and windows in the neighboring houses closed even tighter, and the one who had locked the door with only one turn of the key hurried to turn the key in the keyhole one more time or two.

The villain! - Signor Tomato shouted. - Robber! Thief! Rebel! Rebel! You built this palace on land that belongs to the Countesses of Cherries, and you are going to spend the rest of your days in idleness, violating the sacred rights of two poor elderly widows and orphans. Here I will show you!

“Your Grace,” godfather Pumpkin begged, “I assure you that I had permission to build a house!” Signor Count Cherry himself once gave it to me!

Count Cherry died thirty years ago - peace be upon his ashes! - and now the land belongs to two well-lived countesses. So get out of here without any further discussion! The lawyer will explain the rest to you... Hey, Pea, where are you? Alive! * Signor Green pea, the village lawyer was obviously ready, because he immediately popped out from somewhere like a pea out of a pod. Every time Tomato came to the village, he called this efficient fellow to confirm his orders with the appropriate articles of the law.

“I am here, your honor, at your service...” muttered Signor Pea, bowing low and turning green with fear.

But he was so small and nimble that no one noticed his bow. Afraid of seeming insufficiently polite, Signor Pea jumped higher and kicked his legs in the air.

Hey, what's your name, tell that slacker Pumpkin that, according to the laws of the kingdom, he must get out of here immediately. And announce to all the local residents that the Countesses of Cherries intend to put the most angry dog, in order to guard the count's possessions from the boys, who for some time began to behave extremely disrespectfully.

Yes, yes, really disrespectful... that is... - muttered Pea, turning even greener with fear. - That is, it is not really respectful!

What is there - “valid” or “invalid”! Are you a lawyer or not?

Oh yes, your grace, an expert in civil, criminal, and also canon law. Graduated from the University of Salamanca. With a diploma and title...

Well, if you have a diploma and a title, then you will confirm that I am right. And then you can go home.

Yes, yes, Signor Cavalier, as you please!.. - And Signor Lawyer, without forcing himself to ask twice, slipped away quickly and unnoticed, like a mouse’s tail.

Well, did you hear what the lawyer said? - Tomato asked godfather Pumpkin.

But he said absolutely nothing! - someone's voice was heard.

How? Do you still dare to argue with me, unfortunate one?

Your Grace, I didn’t even open my mouth... - muttered godfather Pumpkin.

And who, if not you? - And the gentleman Tomato looked around with a menacing look.

Scammer! Trickster! - the same voice was heard again.

Who is speaking? Who? Probably that old rebel, Master Grape! - Cavalier Tomato decided. He approached the shoemaker’s workshop and, hitting the door with his club, growled:

I know very well, Master Grape, that in your workshop daring, rebellious speeches are often made against me and the noble countesses of Cherries! You have no respect for these elderly noble gentlemen - widows and orphans. But wait: your turn will come. Let's see who will laugh last!

And even earlier your turn will come, Signor Tomato! Oh, you will burst soon, you will certainly burst!

These words were spoken by none other than Cipollino. With his hands in his pockets, he approached the formidable gentleman Tomato so calmly and confidently that it never occurred to him that this pathetic boy, this little tramp, had dared to tell him the truth.

Where did you come from? Why not at work?

“I’m not working yet,” Cipollino replied. - I'm just learning.

What are you studying? Where are your books?

I'm looking into scammers, Your Grace. One of them is standing in front of me right now, and I will never miss the opportunity to study it properly.

Oh, are you studying scammers? This is interesting. However, in this village everyone is a swindler. If you found a new one, show it to me.

“With pleasure, your honor,” Cipollino replied with a sly wink.

Here he stuck his hand deeper into his left pocket and pulled out a small mirror with which he usually used sunbeams. Approaching very close to Signor Tomato, Cipollino turned the mirror in front of his nose:

Here he is, this swindler, your honor. If you like, take a good look at him. Do you recognize?

Cavalier Tomato could not resist the temptation and looked in the mirror with one eye. It is not known what he hoped to see there, but, of course, he saw only his own face, red as fire, with angry little eyes and a wide mouth, like the slot of a piggy bank.

It was then that Signor Tomato finally realized that Cipollino was simply mocking him. Well, he got mad! Turning all red, he grabbed Cipollino’s hair with both hands.

Oh oh oh! - Cipollino shouted, without losing his inherent gaiety. - Oh, how strong is this swindler whom you saw in my mirror! I assure you, he alone is worth a whole gang of robbers!

I’ll show you, you rogue!.. - the gentleman Tomato shouted and pulled Cipollino’s hair so hard that one strand remained in his hands.

But then what was supposed to happen happened.

Having torn out a strand of onion hair from Cipollino, the formidable gentleman Tomato suddenly felt an acrid bitterness in his eyes and nose. He sneezed once or twice, and then tears flowed from his eyes like a fountain. Even like two fountains. Streams, streams, rivers of tears flowed down both his cheeks so abundantly that they flooded the entire street, as if a janitor with a hose had walked along it.

“This has never happened to me before!” - thought the frightened Signor Tomato.

In fact, he was such a heartless and cruel person (if you can call a tomato a person) that he never cried, and since he was also rich, he never had to peel an onion himself in his life. What happened to him frightened him so much that he jumped into the carriage, whipped the horses and rushed away. However, as he ran away, he turned around and shouted:

Hey, Pumpkin, look, I warned you!.. And you, vile boy, ragamuffin, will pay me dearly for these tears!

Cipollino roared with laughter, and godfather Pumpkin just wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Doors and windows began to open little by little in all the houses except the house in which Signor Pea lived.

Master Grape opened his gate wide and ran out into the street, fiercely scratching the back of his head with an awl.

“I swear by all the trash in the world,” he exclaimed, “finally there was a boy who made Gentleman Tomato cry!.. Where did you come from, boy?

And Cipollino told Master Vinogradinka and his neighbors his story, which you already know.

AND LF and Petrov are among the most notable satirists
and comedians of the Soviet era, and quotes from Ostap Bender and other heroes have already become true classics. In this post, I propose to recall everyone’s favorite phrases of the heroes.

Maybe I should give you another key to the apartment where the money is?

Closer to the body, as Maupassant said!

Soon only cats will be born.

You are an interesting person! Everything is fine with you. It’s amazing, with such happiness - and in freedom!

Be strong! Russia will not forget you! Abroad will help us!

He loved and suffered. He loved money and suffered from its lack...

There are also sleeves from a vest, a circle from a donkey and ears from a dead donkey.

-Who do you think this powerful old man is? Don't say, you can't know. This is a giant of thought, the father of Russian democracy and a person close to the emperor.

Ostap walked into a room that could only be furnished by a creature with the imagination of a woodpecker.
- Is this your boy?
- Boy, is it bad? Typical boy. Whoever says it's a girl, let him be the first to throw a stone at me!

The client must be accustomed to the idea that he will have to give money. He must be morally disarmed, his reactionary possessive instincts suppressed.

I'm certainly not a cherub. I don't have wings, but I respect the Criminal Code. This is my weakness.

This mental exercise seems to have exhausted you greatly. You are becoming stupid right before your eyes.

You need to show him some paper, otherwise he won't believe that you exist.

The financial abyss is the deepest of all abysses; you can fall into it all your life.

Being a beggar is not so bad, especially with a moderate education and a weak voice!

However, you can leave, but here, I warn you, Long hands!... He stayed - the “long arms” made an unfavorable impression on him.

Ostap quickly snatched it from Panikovsky’s hands, saying:
— Don’t make a cult out of food.
After that he ate the cucumber himself.

Monsieur, it’s not mange pas sis jour. Goeben mir zi bitteetvas kopek auf dem stück ford. Give something to the former State Duma deputy.

Cold soft-boiled eggs - the food is very tasteless, and good, cheerful man will never eat them.

A sultry woman, said Ostap, is a poet’s dream. Provincial spontaneity. In the center there are no such subtropics for a long time, but on the periphery, in the localities, they still occur.

The time, he said, that we have is money that we do not have.

“You are a rather vulgar person,” Bender objected, “you love money more than necessary.”

Why are you yelling like a polar bear in warm weather?

By the way, about childhood, when I was a child I killed people like you on the spot. From a slingshot.

An idea is a human thought expressed in a logical chess form.

- Give me the sausage, give me the sausage, you fool! I will forgive everything!

- Well, uncle, are there any brides in your city?
- Whose bride is the mare?
- I have no more questions.

All smuggling is done in Odessa, on Malaya Arnautskaya Street.

— For what purpose is the fee charged?!
- For the purpose of repairing the failure.
- So as not to fail too much!

“Eh, Kisa,” said Ostap, “we are strangers at this celebration of life.”

I'll give you parabellum...

No, this is not Rio de Janeiro!

Only an insurance policy can give a person complete peace of mind.

You are not in church, you will not be deceived.

I have problems with the Soviet regime Last year serious disagreements. She wants to build socialism, but I don’t want to. I'm bored of building socialism.

I am an ideological fighter for banknotes!

Don't overthink it. Keep quiet. And don't forget to puff out your cheeks.

Don't knock your bald head on the parquet
- You are not in church, you will not be deceived.
- How much is opium for the people?

Well stated, dog.

Life, gentlemen of the jury, is a complicated thing, but, gentlemen of the jury, this thing opens as simply as a box. You just need to be able to open it. He who cannot open it disappears

He courted a typist whose modest hips unleashed his poetic feelings.

I will command the parade!

Hit or miss. I choose the gentleman, although he is clearly a Pole.

- Never, never did Vorobyaninov extend his hand!
- So stretch your legs, you old fool!

- Is it possible to do this - chairs in the morning, and money in the evening?
- Can! But money - go ahead!

Half of mine is half of ours...

Since there are some banknotes floating around in the country, there must be people who have a lot of them.

Abroad is a myth about afterlife. Whoever gets there does not return.

Why are you looking at me like a soldier at a louse? Stunned with happiness?

That's all that's left of the ten thousand. 34 rubles. And I thought. that we still have seven thousand in our current account. How did it happen? Everything was so fun, we were preparing horns and hooves, life was delightful and the Earth was spinning especially for us, and suddenly...

I am 33 years old - the age of Jesus Christ, but what have I done? He didn’t create a teaching, he squandered his students, he didn’t resurrect poor Panikovsky!

Pedestrians must be loved. Pedestrians make up most humanity. Moreover, the best part of it. Pedestrians created the world.

The gasoline is yours, the ideas are ours.

Tell me, Shura, honestly, how much money do you need to be happy?... Not for today, but in general. For happiness. Clear? So that you feel good in the world.

In our vast country, an ordinary car, intended, according to pedestrians, for the peaceful transportation of people and goods, has taken on the menacing shape of a fratricidal projectile.

The sunset was pure, naive, as if it had been painted by a provincial young lady long before the first, terrible thoughts about men came into her head.

If you see an American laughing, it doesn't mean he's funny. He laughs for the reason that an American should laugh.

You can be a sweet and smart boy, do well at school, do well in university science courses - and after several years of regularly visiting the cinema, turn into an idiot.

Rio de Janeiro is the crystal dream of my childhood, don’t touch it with your paws.

There is always that person who tries his best to be the last to speak.

He got so drunk that he could already perform various minor miracles.

Just don't shoot at the chandelier, it's unnecessary.

- You are a rather vulgar person, you love money more than necessary.
- Don’t you like money?
- I do not like.
- Why do you need sixty thousand?
- Out of principle!

Although we are not in Paris, you are welcome to our hut.

WELL... CLASSICS- The ice has broken, gentlemen of the jury, the ice has broken!

Grammatical and semantic

characteristic

§ 2396. Sentences like Work - Valor are constructed according to the scheme Inf - N1. The position of the subject infinitive is filled with any verb, the position of the predicate is filled with a noun with an evaluative, qualifying meaning or a combination with such a meaning (absurdity, stupidity, shame, mistake, delusion, pleasure, joy, grief, happiness, valor), as well as the words business, task, duty , labor, destiny, fate, goal, duty, dream, etc.

As a rule, with qualifiers: Listening to this singer is a pleasure; Finding yourself in life is happiness; To be a sailor is an occupation worthy of a man; To be on the move - natural state for children; Excavation of burial mounds is the privilege of scientists; Riding a mustang is the highest qualification for a cowboy; Spring had begun, it was torment for cab drivers to dive on wheels over the potholes of dirty streets, and torment for men to drag themselves on sledges through the market, through wet manure! (Bunin); He talked about summer and that being a poet for a woman is absurd (Ahm.); Being cheerful is a common thing (Ahm.); Looking for friends in the future is the lot of loneliness (Leon.); Being able to do a somersault was the subject of my dreams (Olesha); In thunderstorms, in storms, in the coldness of life, During heavy losses And when you are sad, Appearing smiling and simple is the highest art in the world (Yesen.); Murder calls murder, But there is nothing to assert, That cutting and chopping is a great grace (Aseev); Yenisei will begin to work more together with people. Carrying only steamships, logs and barges is easy work (Sart.); Serving the law is a high honor (gas).

§ 2397. The paradigm is sixfold.

Commentary on the paradigm.

1) In all non-original forms in the predicate. p. normally alternates with TV. P.; stylistic differences are almost completely erased; in book speech, however, one can state a certain predominance of the TV form. P.

2) When forming, it will stimulate. incl. It is common to transfer the incentive meaning into the meaning of desirability: Let it be a matter of honor - We swear this evening! - Walk with others towards danger! (Light); O heart, prone to impulses, Let your courage be eloquent in actions, And mute in adoration (Tushn.). The regularity of such transfers explains the absence of the gelatin form in the paradigm. incl. (grammatically, the formation of this form is possible, but its use is not fixed).

3) When the position of the predicate is occupied by a noun (feminine). R. in all non-original forms there is a fluctuation in the generic form of the auxiliary verb to be (only in the noun form): Flying was/was his dream/was his dream; Flying would be/would be his dream/would be his dream.

4) The normal position of the service verb and particles in relation to the main members of the sentence is the position shown in the paradigm.

§ 2398. Regular realizations with connectives (copula formations) and with semi-nominal verbs.

1) Regular implementations with ligaments and ligamentous formations. a) With a bundle it is without any restrictions: Listening to it is a pleasure; Flying is his dream; Letting yourself be deceived is a shame. With the possible placement of the connective (this, this) at the beginning of the sentence, the name and infinitive change places: It is a pleasure to listen to him; It is a problem to get through by phone (cf. § 2338). b) With the connective this is what it is - while emphasizing the complete coincidence ((this is exactly the same thing)): Flying is his dream. This connective is not accepted by sentences in which the name or nominal combination in the predicate has a pronominal (indicative) character: a difficult, dangerous thing; Different things; one thing... another thing; it's not my business; last thing; long business; disastrous business (colloquial); a common thing, not like...; the connective is almost never introduced; this is what it is with a predicate - a name with an evaluative meaning: nonsense, absurdity, stupidity, nonsense, shame, torment, one (solid) pleasure, wasted work. c) With the connective there is (with the same restrictions as for the connective it is) - in logical, bookish or lofty speech, to emphasize complete identity: Finding yourself is happiness; To fight for our morality is the duty of satire; To think so is the greatest mistake; Delighting the reader with “beautiful interplay of words” is not the goal of creativity (Color); He realized early on that singing and dancing is the same work as on a collective farm, for which they can feed or caress (V. Zolotukhin). d) With the copular here - with the meaning of identity in combination with indicativeness: Flying is his dream. The copula is not introduced, firstly, in the case of an explicit pronoun, the actual indicativeness of the nominal component (see above, paragraph “b”), and secondly, in the presence of negation in the name.

2) Realizations with semi-nominal verbs become, become, appear, appear, seem, appear, with the copular verb appear (the latter - only with tv. p., with the meaning of identity, but not with the meaning of evaluation and not with the pronominal nature of the name in the predicate) : Breaking a tree is (has become, appears to be) a crime; Driving a combine harvester has become (is becoming, it seems, it seems) not an easy task; To be deceived seems a disgrace; Saying “forgive” to something seemed like a loss to the Soul (Fet).

§ 2399. When distributing according to the rules of word-by-word connections for the formation of a semantic structure, it is essential to distribute the nominative form with a subject-defining meaning: Grushnitsky’s passion was to recite (Lerm.); It is the duty of satire to castigate vices; It is up to the designer (/whose) to propose a new solution. Such distribution, just like subjective determination (see below), relates the entire message to the subject as the bearer of a state or relationship.

Circumstantial determination is uncommon for such proposals; usually these are temporary qualifiers: And what nonsense is it to converge on the edge And take risks in our enlightened age! (Selv.); In the courier age, in the rocket age It’s such a luxury to be leisurely! (L. Kuklin); Saturday night it is a big problem- call state farms (gas); Well, washing the floor was and always was his first duty, although it was very unpleasant for him (Sart.).

Subjective determination in these sentences is widely represented; the series of such determinants are diverse, and the conditions for the functioning of one or another series are not always amenable to strict regulation (see § 2025 on this): for whom - with the meaning. the subject evaluating or perceiving: For him, educating and punishing are different things; For him, not being in a hurry is already a luxury; For us, working is valor; to whom - for whom with meaning. subject of the condition: For the bear/for the bear to fall asleep without fat under the skin is the last thing; For drivers/for drivers, driving on this road is agony; Breaking a tree for a schoolchild is not a prank; For a hunter to die from a beast is a legal and even honorable death (Tendr.; /for the hunter); to whom - from whom - for whom - with meaning. subject of the situation: For scientists, freezing and thawing living tissue is a problem (journal: /for scientists/for scientists).

The exchange of subjective determinants and conditional distributors is normal: from whom/whose/whose: Her first impulse was to help her daughter (/her first impulse); for whom - from whom - whom/whose: For you/you, arguing is just a habit (/your habit); to whom - from whom - who/whose: Her/for her joy is to distribute warmth, to give happiness (/her joy); to whom - from whom - for whom - whom/whose: For children/for children/for children to be in motion is a natural state (/the natural state of children).

These proposals are also characterized by subject-spatial determination: In the village (in the village/for the village/village) retaining young people is a problem.

§ 2400. The semantics of the scheme is “the relationship between an abstractly represented action or procedural state and its predicative feature - qualification.” The semantic structure of specific sentences is based on this: qualifications can be presented as quality, ability to do something, or as an assessment (see examples in § 2396).

In all cases of subjective and subject-spatial determination, just as when disseminated by conventional forms with a subjective meaning, the entire part of the sentence following the disseminator turns out to be a message about the state of the subject, about its relationship to something, about its property; cf.: Going there is torture (driving there is painful) and: For him/for him, going there is torture (it’s painful for him to go there); the semantic changes are similar in the case of: Seeing him is a joy (seeing him is joyful) and: For her/her, seeing him is a joy (she is glad to see him). For such semantic changes, see § 1969.

Among the formal semantic relations with sentences of other grammatical organization, the most regular are relations with sentences of the type To work is honorable (see § 2412). Such relationships are normal: 1) in cases of pronouns of a name or a nominal combination in the predicate: To build is a common thing - To build is habitual; Convincing him is a vain effort - Convincing him is a vain effort; Going there alone is a dangerous thing - Going there alone is a dangerous thing; 2) in cases of qualitatively characterizing meaning of a name, in the presence of its word-formation connection with the corresponding adverb: For a woman/for a woman to be a commander is absurd - absurd; It’s a shame to give in to difficulties.

For proposals such as Buying flowers takes a few minutes, Delivering mail takes seven hours on your feet, see § 2409.

Word order

§ 2401. The subject precedes the predicate if the subject serves as a theme and the predicate as a rheme: Talking without stopping... // was his true passion (Bunin); To receive such a note when you know that you love, you love only, incurably, is a blow (Paust.); Drinking tea from a glass is torture for him (K. Chuk.); To analyze the literary relations of Pushkin and Tyutchev is the task of this article (Tyn.); Editing a play is an extremely tedious task (Bulg.); That is why limiting ourselves in domestic policy to only projects // would be an unforgivable crime (Cover.); Walking on this... precious land // was already bliss! (A. Tsvetaeva).

Sentences in which the subject theme precedes the predicate answer the question: “what is or what is characterized (how can it be characterized) by the action called the infinitive?”

Expressive variants form only those sentences in which the predicate of the predicate has a qualitatively characterizing meaning; at the same time, the demonstrative word often appears before the predicate: Surprisingly enjoyable activity lie on your back in the forest and look up! (Turg.); He said that it was disgusting to do this (L. Tolstoy); What a great happiness it is to love and be loved, and what a horror it is to feel that you are starting to fall from this high tower! (Czech..); Of course, it’s no joke for a young woman to be left completely alone in the wilderness, with a bunch of children (Prishv.); Great art is to understand this very antiquity (Paust.); It seemed blasphemous to throw a cigarette butt into this pristine pure grass (Sand).

When placing the demonstrative word this in preposition, a special expressive construction is formed with a repetition of the theme, called twice: the anticipatory pronoun this before the rheme and the infinitive after the rheme (cf. § 2338).

§ 2402. An adjective with a predicate noun can be placed as a rheme in the last place in the sentence. Such updating is common with a name that performs a demonstrative function (deed, thing, occupation, etc.). The adjective in such cases carries the main informative load: Analyzing one’s creativity is almost impossible (V. Yakhontov); Waiting for explanations from writers regarding their things is useless (Paust.); Just recently, in the fifth grade of the gymnasium, I was interested in Pisarev. Smashing Pushkin was an activity that surprised me with its ease (Cover.). Such sentences answer a partial dictal question: “What business is it to analyze your creativity?”

In expressive variants, the adjective as part of the predicate can be located in both preposition and postposition in relation to the noun: It is not an easy matter to catch birds in the early morning and It is not an easy matter to catch birds in the early morning. The postpositive adjective is distinguished by its intonation center; When preposing an adjective, the intonation center, as a rule, falls on the noun. IN colloquial speech an adjective can pull over the intonation center: It is not an easy task to catch birds in the early morning.

§ 2403. The predicate precedes the subject if the predicate serves as a theme and the subject as a rheme: His childhood dream was // to have a St. Bernard (Cupr.); Here the most powerful polemical weapon will be... // use the enemy’s techniques (Tyn.); Our task so far has been // to illustrate the difference in points of view (B. Uspensky); What was happening in the field was foreign to Pavel, but his own, blood - to have a wedding until his brother left (Nagib.).

Sentences in which the topic is a predicate, expressed by a noun on TV p., precedes the rheme - the subject, expressed by the infinitive, answer the question: “what was, will be, the given action, phenomenon, property named by the noun?” The predicate in such sentences is usually determined by a word indicating a connection with the previous context: Her first movement was ...; Our task was...; His childhood dream was... Therefore, sentences with a predicate theme and a subject rheme have a greater degree of constitutive conditioning compared to sentences with a subject theme and a predicate rheme.

Your A.N.”

As a child, I was fascinated by Andersen’s fairy tales: “The Snow Queen”, “The Ugly Duckling”, “Thumbelina”, “The Steadfast Tin Soldier”, “The Princess and the Pea”, “The Little Mermaid”, “The Swineherd”... For some reason, the fairy tale “The Spruce” was especially memorable "
When my father brought a two-volume set of fairy tales by Hans Christian Andersen (1975 edition) from Chisinau, I was surprised to discover that these were not exactly the fairy tales that I read as a child, but rather fairy tales for adults.
Some researchers believe that the great storyteller Andersen did not like children. Hans Christian was irritated when he was called a children's writer. He considered himself a serious writer for adults. But critics did not recognize him as a poet and novelist. But Andersen was the recognized king of the fairy tale. He paid for it at the price of personal happiness!
How did Hans Christian write his stories? Where do fairy tales come from?
Essentially this is a question about the nature of inspiration and the nature of human genius.

Since childhood, I dreamed of seeing the places where Hans Christian Andersen lived and wrote, and now my dream came true: as part of a cruise through four Scandinavian capitals, I visited Copenhagen.

I liked Copenhagen, its streets and canals. Near modern buildings The ancient ones coexist harmoniously, which creates a unique flavor of the city. The most delicious coffee and the most a delicious cake I tried it in Copenhagen.
It was pleasant to meet our sailors from the anti-submarine ship Neustrashimy; I even talked to one of them. That day, our famous sailing ship “Sedov” was also in Copenhagen.

Now more than 1 million people live in the capital of Denmark.
Denmark (Kongeriget Danmark) is the senior member of the Commonwealth of States of the Kingdom of Denmark, which also includes the Faroe Islands and Greenland with autonomy.
The population of Denmark is 5.5 million people (the same as in St. Petersburg).
According to the Better Life Index, out of 36 countries, Denmark ranks third after Australia and the United States.
The average life expectancy for men is 78 years, for women – 86 years.
Half of the families own their own homes.
Denmark has its own currency, but the euro is accepted everywhere.

Denmark is the oldest monarchy in Europe, existing since 936.
The head of state, Queen Margaret, exercises supreme power through an appointed government. The Queen is also the Supreme Commander armed forces Denmark and the head of the official state church.

In 1940, Nazi Germany occupied Denmark and the Germans entered Copenhagen. Denmark was declared a German protectorate, but Hitler promised to preserve the king's power.
The Nazis demanded that Jews wear a yellow Star of David on their chests. Then the King of Denmark attached a yellow star to his jacket and rode out to the city on horseback. Although the king recognized the power of Germany, he remained with his people.

Denmark is the birthplace of such famous people like physicist Niels Bohr, philosopher Søren Kierkegaard, film director Lars von Trier, storyteller Hans Christian Andersen.

Hans Christian Andersen was born on April 2, 1805 in the small town of Odense, located on one of the Danish islands - Fionse. His father was twenty at that time, and his mother was a couple of years older.
The father of the future great storyteller was also named Hans Christian Andersen (1782-1816), and he was a poor shoemaker. The father of the great writer loved to read and travel. He endlessly reread the tales of “A Thousand and One Nights” to his son. One day, the father went with his son to the theater, which influenced the boy’s entire future life.
Feeling a sense of adventure, in 1812 my father went to fight as part of Napoleon's army. The family lived on the money earned by the father for three years. Four years later he returned crippled and soon died.

The grandfather of the great storyteller, old man Anders Hansen, a wood carver, was considered crazy in the town because he carved strange figures of half-humans with wings.

Mother Anna Marie Andersdatter (1775-1833), was a laundress from a poor family, she had to beg as a child. She was also not well mentally. She was buried in a cemetery for the poor.

In Denmark, there is a legend about Andersen's royal origin, since in an early biography Andersen wrote that as a child he played with Prince Frits, later King Frederick VII. The reason for this fantasy of Andersen was the stories of his father that he was a relative of the king.
After the death of King Frederick VII, with the exception of relatives, only Andersen was allowed to visit the coffin of the deceased.

IN early childhood Hans Christian was a reserved child. He grew up a dreamer and visionary. His favorite game was the puppet theater, which he made himself and where he performed his plays.
The neighbor's son Gottfred Schenk, having learned about Andersen's hobby, teased him as a “play writer” and, at every opportunity, beat him up in vain.

The boy sang in the church choir and once a week his mother took him to Sunday sermons. At the parish school, Andersen was not a diligent student. He did not study lessons, did not try to comprehend mathematics and tricky grammar, for which he received biting blows with the teacher’s pointer.

After several physical punishments, Hans Christian refused to go to parish school, and his mother sent him to a Jewish school, where physical punishment of children was prohibited.
At Jewish school, Andersen became friends with a girl named Sarah, who called him cute and promised that when she grew up, she would become his wife. In gratitude, Hans Christian told her his “most terrible secret": “You know, I’m from a noble family. You’ll see, someday people will take their hats off to me...”

Andersen did not intend to become a writer, but dreamed of becoming an actor; he wanted to dance and sing on stage, recite poetry. The boy with big blue eyes had a clear voice and could read poetry and sing songs for hours.

“Someday your son will become famous, and Odense will light fires in his honor,” the soothsayer told Andersen’s mother when he was still a child.

In 1816, Andersen's father died, and the boy had to go to work. He was an apprentice to a weaver, then to a tailor, and worked in a cigarette factory.
The mother tried to get her son into a garment factory. The workers, who knew about the boy’s singing talent, asked him to sing. The clear and sonorous soprano caused general delight. However, the next day they began to laugh at Andersen’s ringing voice. Someone suggested checking to see if this lanky boy was a girl. They pulled down Andersen’s pants and checked him amid general laughter...

After this, Andersen finally retreated into himself. His best friends were wooden dolls once made by my father. Hans Christian sewed dresses for them, composed funny and sad stories for them, in which the dolls came to life. For his heroes he came up with new language, a kind of cross between Danish, German, English and French.

Andersen's mother, unable to bear the poverty any longer, decided to get married again. Andersen did not get along with his stepfather, who was a poor shoemaker. The relationship with his mother, whom Hans Christian was jealous of his adopted sister Karen-Marie, also deteriorated.

For his delightful voice, Andersen was nicknamed “the little nightingale from the island of Funen.” They began to invite him to decent houses. After six months of performances, Andersen collected 13 ricksdallers and, in addition, received letter of recommendation to the leading ballerina of the Royal Theater Anna Margaretha Schell.

The patron of the young Andersen turned to the future king of Denmark with a request to support his talent. Frederick VII replied: “If a person has talent, then it will sprout on its own.”

Where and how is talent born in a shoemaker's family?
Why are some content with their origins and work all their lives as a shoemaker, cook or carpenter, while other children strive for something unattainable, incomprehensible to their parents?

When Andersen turned 14, he decided to go to Copenhagen. His mother asked him why he was going. Hans Christian replied: “To become famous!”
On September 4, 1819, he left Odense and returned to his homeland only 50 years later.

During a whole year of living in Copenhagen, Andersen tried to enter the theater. First he came home to famous singer and, bursting into tears, asked her to get him into the theater. To get rid of the annoying teenager, she promised to arrange everything, but did not fulfill her promise. Later, the singer explained to Andersen that she then mistook him for a madman.

Hans Christian was a lanky teenager with long and thin limbs, a long neck and an equally long nose. But thanks to his pleasant voice and persistent requests, Hans Christian was accepted into the Royal Theater in supporting roles.

When the age-related breakdown of his voice began, the young man was fired. Then Hans Christian composed a play in five acts and wrote a letter to the king, asking for money for its publication. The book was printed, but no one bought it, and it was used for wrappers.
Andersen did not lose hope and took his book to the theater so that a performance based on the play could be staged. But he was refused with the wording “due to the author’s complete lack of experience.”

Luck smiled on Andersen in the person of the conservatory professor Sibony, the composer Weise, the poet Goldberg and the conference adviser Collin. Seeing Hans Christian's persistent desire, they petitioned King Frederick VI of Denmark, who gave money for Andersen's studies at the gymnasium.

17-year-old Andersen was assigned to an elementary class, where the students were 6 years younger.
The director of the gymnasium, Meisling, humiliated Andersen in every possible way.
– Your father was a shoemaker, and your stepfather too. You will understand how much benefit you could bring by performing the noble work of a shoemaker, repairing boots. And here, if I were you, I could really be capable person.

Where did Andersen have such faith in his own destiny? Who was the real father of the great writer?

Andersen is an example of the greatest faith in his talent. It was this faith that allowed him to go through all the troubles and bad weather and become a great writer.
Looking at Andersen's life, one gets the impression that every person is born with a certain purpose.

Recently, almost the first fairy tale of an aspiring writer was found in the archives of Denmark. The fairy tale "The Tallow Candle" tells about the adventures of a candle that could not determine the meaning of its existence. At the end of the story, the candle meets a flint, which lights the candle, thereby indicating its purpose.

In 1827, Andersen completed his studies. But he made many grammatical mistakes until the end of his life. For the rest of his life, Andersen retained a bad memory of his teacher Meisling.
“I learned a lot in your lessons, but I didn’t learn to hate people,” Hans Christian said to his teacher in parting.
- Get out of here, you ungrateful creature!
– People will know the one who bullied the genius Hans Christian Andersen.

When Meisling became royal censor, he continued to criticize and ridicule his former student.
“His latest tale of the ugly duckling is simply outrageous. I was forced to make a reprimand to the editors of the magazine. It is unacceptable to publish such things. This is a libel for our Motherland. In the ugly duckling Andersen portrayed himself; the poultry yard is our country, and we are all evil, disgusting inhabitants, all these turkeys, roosters, geese, peacocks, who do nothing but hiss at him, peck at him and pinch him. And he imagined himself to be a beautiful white swan... What kind of swan is he?... his arms reach to the floor... a typical baboon, orangutan..."

“Yes, the ugly duckling is the spitting image of me,” Andersen admitted.

“What can the fairy tale “The King’s New Clothes” teach children? - Meisling did not stop, - where His Majesty is depicted in a completely indecent form, that is, naked ... ".

What they mocked, they later admired!

In 1829, having entered the university, Andersen published his first story - “A Journey on Foot from the Golme Canal to Amak.” The story brought him fame. Andersen received a financial allowance from the king, which allowed him to make his first trip abroad.

But a truly new life began for Andersen when, in 1835, the poor and almost unknown thirty-year-old Hans Christian wrote the fairy tale “Flint.”
The first collection of fairy tales, published in 1835, was called “Fairy Tales Told to Children.” The 2nd issue “New Fairy Tales” was started in 1838, and the 3rd issue “New Fairy Tales and Stories” in 1845.

People became engrossed in Andersen's fairy tales, books were sold out instantly, and children memorized poems.
Hans Christian's travel notes, poems and fairy tales have been translated into 125 languages.
When Andersen first arrived in England in June 1847, he was given a triumphal welcome.
Andersen's fairy tale "The King's New Clothes" was placed in his first primer by Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy.

Oddly enough, Andersen despised his fairy tales, which brought him well-deserved fame. He did not like the word “fairy tale”, but preferred “story” or, even better, “history”.
Andersen wrote not only fairy tales. From his pen came plays and novels full of subtle psychologism. However, critics continued to ignore Andersen as a playwright and novelist.

Once a famous critic, visiting a person, spent a long time scolding Andersen’s book. And when he finished, the owners’ little daughter handed him the book with the words: “There’s also the word “and”, you missed it and didn’t scold it!” The critic blushed and kissed the naive child. Andersen laughed.

Famous people of that time, writers and poets, sought to become friends or at least acquaintances of Andersen. But even among his acquaintances, Andersen was a strange, incomprehensible, extraordinary stranger.
One researcher wrote: “It was probably very strange for Andersen to live among ordinary people...”

Once Andersen was invited to tell fairy tales to the young Prince Ludwig - the future monarch of Bavaria - who many years later was nicknamed the “fairy tale king”. Perhaps it was Andersen's fairy tales that awakened the imagination of the fairy-tale king who built the magnificent castles of Bavaria. The most famous is Neuschwanstein.

It still remains a mystery who the real father of Ludwig of Bavaria is, and why Hans Christian Andersen’s father considered himself to be of royal blood.

In his autobiographical book “The Tale of My Life,” Andersen admitted: “From this book, the guys will learn only the sugary side of my life, I have smoothed out a lot.”

In 2007, Eldar Ryazanov’s wonderful film “Andersen. Life without love."

The film is so explicit that it is not recommended for children under 14 years of age to watch.
In the film, the king asks Andersen:
– I read your wonderful novel “The Improviser”. Admit it, dear Andersen, did you write it yourself?
“To some extent,” answered Hans Christian.
“And he writes everything from himself,” they explained to the king.

– How do you compose your wonderful stories?
- It's very simple. I sit down at the table in the morning, dip my pen into the inkwell and think about what I could write. Suddenly there is a knock on the door, I say “come in”, a woman comes in and barely audibly says “I am a fairy tale, I have come to help you.” She stands silently behind me, and suddenly faces appear in my brain, images are born, words crowd each other, phrases flow from my pen. I turn around sharply, but there is no one there.

The king asked him to compose a tale of glory on the spot. Andersen immediately replied:
“Slava is a woman of gigantic stature, the size of the tower of our town hall. She watches how people, small and small, are swarming around on the ground below. Slava bends down, randomly takes one of them from the crowd, lifts it high, high to the level of his eyes, carefully examines it and says in disappointment: “not the same one again,” and drops it to the ground.”

Andersen wrote easily. Even big stories were born in just one night, at most two days. One day, an acquaintance of his jokingly said: “Write us a new, funny story. You can even write about a darning needle!” And Andersen wrote the life story of a darning needle.

“Fairy tales come to me themselves,” said Hans Christian. – The trees whisper them, they rush in with the wind... I have a lot of material. Sometimes it seems to me that every fence, every little flower says: “Look at me, and the story of my whole life will be revealed to you!” And as soon as I do this, I have a story ready about any of them.”

Andersen drew the plots of his fairy tales primarily from childhood memories. He actually retold the fairy tale “Flint” from what he heard in childhood. The plot of the fairy tale “The King's New Clothes” was also borrowed by Andersen from ancient sources.

“I sometimes make things up, but I never lie!” - said Andersen. “Actually, I found the plots of my stories everywhere. One day I remembered a book about a man who sold his shadow. I rewrote this plot in my own way, and thus the fairy tale “Shadow” was born.
When Andersen was told that his story exactly repeated Shakespeare’s tragedy “Othello,” Andersen replied: “This is such a wonderful story that I decided to write it again in my own words.”

Just as Andersen rewrote other people’s stories in his own way, so Evgeny Schwartz rewrote Andersen’s fairy tales, turning them into his own plays: “ An ordinary miracle", "An Old Old Tale", "Shadow".

The problem of the “shadow” - the “double” has excited the imagination of people since ancient times. Ideas about the dual essence of man were still in ancient Egypt. The double also appeared in Hoffmann’s fairy tales, and then appeared in Dostoevsky’s story “The Double.”

Where do fairy tales come from? How and why do they arise in the writer’s imagination?
Were Andersen's fairy tales merely the sublimation of unfulfilled sexuality, as Sigmund Freud teaches, or were they something more?
What is the metaphysics of a fairy tale?

Andersen chose a fairy tale as a form of understanding the world; it is a certain view of the world. Therefore, his tales are philosophical in nature.
The philosophical meaning of Andersen's fairy tales lies in the idea of ​​​​the organic interconnection of all living and nonliving things. The power of love is diffused throughout everything that exists and ultimately triumphs over the forces of evil and destruction.
It is the power of love that allows Gerda to defeat the Snow Queen. It is for the sake of love that the Little Mermaid sacrifices her life, just like the steadfast tin soldier.

Some people consider Andersen's fairy tales childish and naive. But they also contain philosophical allegory, psychological depth, life truth, and morality.
“Andersen’s fairy tales are an allegory of life’s truth in the form of fantasy.”

The storyteller Andersen is faithful to the truth of life, and therefore most of his fairy tales have a sad ending. Andersen's tales are not so much about a joyful, cheerful life, but about proud resistance to cruel reality. Almost all stories are filled with sadness, and only a few have a happy ending. Of the 156 fairy tales written by Andersen, 56 end with the death of the hero.

Some researchers believe that the great storyteller Andersen did not like children. Some of Andersen's works really suggest such thoughts. For example, in the fairy tale “The Girl Who Stepped on Bread,” the little heroine pays for her actions with the torments of hell. In the magical story “The Red Shoes,” a fair hatchet cuts off the legs of a guilty girl.

It is believed that Andersen composed such “horror stories” when he was overcome by depression or tormented by toothache.
The fairy tale “Ib and Kristinochka” can hardly be called a fairy tale; rather, it is a fairy tale story that has quite worthy real content for a novel.

Where did the idea of ​​the Little Mermaid come from - the sacrificial love of a fantastic creature who is ready to sacrifice her life for the sake of her beloved?
This idea was found earlier in G. Heine (“Lorelei”) and Foucault (“Ondine”).
Andersen said about his fairy tale “The Little Mermaid”: “she is the only one of my works that touched me.”
The famous sculpture of the Little Mermaid in the bay of Copenhagen has become a symbol of the capital of Denmark.

In Andersen's fairy tales, it is not so much the content that is important, but the double line of plot development (one for children, the other for adults). Adults need to read Andersen’s “children’s” fairy tales between the lines.
It must be said that the fairy tales of Charles Perrault are also intended for adults. The famous fairy tale “Little Red Riding Hood” is about how girls should behave when meeting wolves (men). The fairy tale “Bluebeard” is about the consequences of marrying young girls for older men.

But most of Andersen’s fairy tales are about the meaning of life and the meaning of art: “Flax”, “Tallow Candle”, “The Last Dream of the Old Oak”, “Something”...
“They won’t drive you away, they’ll let you stand here, outside the doors, and figure out how to fix your earthly life, but they won’t let you into heaven until you truly accomplish something.”

“How reckless it would be for the bow and violin to boast of their art. And how often do we, people - poets, artists, scientists, inventors, commanders! We boast, but we are all just tools in the hands of the creator! To him alone honor and praise! And we have nothing to be proud of!” (fairy tale “The Pen and the Inkwell”).

What is the nature of genius?
When people tell me “you are a genius,” I object. I am close to the idea of ​​​​the ancient Romans, who believed that every man has his own genius, every woman has her own Juno.
Socrates called this voice from above “daimon.”

Where do ideas and dreams come from?
Plato believed that ideas come from above, and that an idea precedes any thing.
His famous metaphor of the cave helps to understand the essence of human life and the shadow.

The poet is given an image (Idea), which he must decipher and put into words. And on native language it works, but it doesn’t work adequately in a non-native language.

Where do fairy tales come from? What is the nature of our imagination?

I am close to John Priestley’s idea that everything that arises in our imagination must exist somewhere in the Universe. In his fairy tale “June 31,” Priestley proves the connection of destinies in time and space.

People love fairy tales in which good triumphs over evil, because in life the opposite is often true.
People want to believe in the victory of love and justice, because they themselves act in the opposite way.
Where does faith in love and the triumph of good over evil come from, since everything is different in life?

Perhaps Andersen’s motives for writing fairy tales were from life, but the ideas and meanings were from Heaven! – the noosphere, as Vernadsky called the information field of the Earth, or as the ancient “Akashic Chronicles” called it. This is precisely what can explain that the same ideas arose simultaneously among several people, such as, for example, the idea of ​​​​radio by Marconi and Popov.

How do fairy tales arise?
Some believe that fairy tales are born from myths.
Saltykov-Shchedrin also wrote fairy tales. But can one really call him a storyteller?

Andersen's life was dramatic, if not tragic.
Hans Christian's childhood and adolescence were traumatized by scenes of sexual life.
Andersen had a bad character. He was tall, thin, awkward, stooped, with inexpressive features, the only noticeable detail being a long nose.
Andersen was subject to hysterics, depression, was suspicious, and could not stand criticism of himself. His actions were eccentric. He dressed without taste. He understood that he was not created for family life.

Andersen did not have success with women - and did not strive for this. But the sexual need demanded satisfaction. And one day Andersen went to a brothel. He wanted love, and he was offered sex. “You are not a man and you never will be.”
The shock of what he saw in the brothel shaped his attitude towards women for a long time.

The tragedy of many lives outstanding people was sexual disharmony and dissatisfaction. This includes King Ludwig of Bavaria, composer Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, inventor Alfred Nobel, and many others.

In his life, Andersen loved two women: the Swedish singer Jenny Lind and the daughter of Admiral Wulf Henrietta. He was offered to marry Henrietta, who was not indifferent to Andersen.
– Do you want Denmark’s first writer to have a hunchbacked wife? – Hans Christian was indignant.

In 1840, Andersen met the Swedish singer Jenny Lind in Copenhagen.

“My visit was very short, we parted as soon as we met, and she left me with the impression of a completely ordinary person, which I soon forgot,” writes Hans Christian in “The Tale of My Life.”
Three years later they met again and Andersen fell in love. He dedicated poems to her and wrote fairy tales for her. Although he was 40, and she was only 26 years old, and she addressed him exclusively as “brother” or “child”.
- You probably hate me? - Andersen asked her.
“In order to hate, I must first love...” answered Yenny.

Andersen followed Jenny Lind to London and Berlin, where she toured, but never achieved reciprocity. He admitted to Yenny that he had never been intimate with a woman. But, despite sincere recognition, he was refused.

Andersen dedicated the fairy tales “The Snow Queen” and “The Nightingale” to Jenny Lind.
Fans of the storyteller called Yenny the “Snow Queen”; after all, even the love of the great Dane could not melt her heart.

Andersen wrote the fairy tale “The Swineherd” about his unsuccessful matchmaking with Jenny Lind. So he took revenge on his passion.

Most people read Andersen's fairy tales only in childhood. But if you re-read them as an adult, a rather frivolous meaning emerges. Only adults can fully comprehend the meaning of the Danish writer’s fairy tales.
In "Flint" a sexual scene is played out: a dog brings a sleeping princess into a soldier's closet. They spend the night together, and in the morning the princess remembers the “amazing dream.”

Erotic overtones are present in almost every Andersen fairy tale. The Snow Queen kisses the boy on the lips and, for a specific purpose, settles him in her ice palace.
The ugly duckling falls in love with the handsome swans, and at the sight of the beautiful birds he is seized by an “incomprehensible anxiety”, he becomes “as if out of his mind.” Nowadays they would call it homosexual fantasies.
The heroes of "Thumbelina" are generally obsessed with only one manic goal - to quickly indulge in passion with this little girl.
Today, for such liberties, a writer could (following the example of V.V. Nabokov) be accused of pedophilia, and the fairy tale itself could be recommended +18.
Perverted minds can even see bestiality in the fairy tale “The Swineherd”...

For my long life Andersen fell in love many times, but was always unhappy in love.
The tragedy of Hans Christian's unrequited love manifested itself in his fairy tales.

“A sad storyteller running away from love,” that’s what they called Hans Christian Andersen.
Andersen treated women all his life as something unattainable. He could awaken passion in a woman by talking romantic nonsense, but when the lady stretched out her hands to him, the storyteller hurried to escape.

In old age he became even more extravagant, spending a lot of time in brothels. He did not touch the girls who worked there, but simply talked to them. They offered him sex, but he wanted love. “It is better to invent love than to experience it in reality,” said the storyteller.

Andersen traveled all over the world and saw what his father once dreamed of. He spent almost his entire life in hotel rooms, and carried a rope with him everywhere in case of fire.
The great storyteller seriously believed that the number of teeth in the mouth affects his creativity. In January 1873, Hans Christian lost his last tooth and immediately stopped composing. “Magic stories don’t come to me anymore. I was left completely alone,” Andersen wrote in his diary.

Hans Christian Andersen achieved world fame during his lifetime, but remained lonely until the end of his days. Shortly before his death, he said: “I paid a large, exorbitant price for my fairy tales. I gave up personal happiness for them and missed the time when imagination should have given way to reality.”

In 1867, already an old man, Andersen again came to Odense. The hometown claimed the washerwoman's son as its own honorary citizen. On the day this celebration took place, fireworks thundered in the city, all children were released from school, and a crowd of enthusiastic residents shouted “hurray” in the square!

Andersen spent his entire life ashamed of his origins and his prostitute sister.
“Hans Christian, you are a great liar and deceiver. You're leading double life. In your fairy tales you are kind, generous and noble. But in fact, you are a terrible person, you are calculating and cold. All your life you have been hiding the squalor of your origins. You were afraid that this would defile you in the eyes of the world. You hid your base, voluptuous inclinations. You betrayed our mother. When you die, not a single near and dear person will accompany your coffin, because you don’t have them. Hans Christian, you are a great liar and deceiver."

“There was a lot of vanity and vanity in my life. My ambition seemed excessive. I turned away from my mother, renounced my sister. This is my huge sin. I bowed to the rulers. He was arrogant. He could be cruel, selfish, stingy. I'm ashamed of this.
“You atoned for your guilt by suffering and not becoming embittered.” Your creations instilled goodness in the souls of people. And people repaid you with love and respect. But you are a fool, Andersen, for passing by such a miracle as a woman’s love!”

When Andersen fell ill shortly before his death, the residents of the capital decided to prepare in advance for farewell to their writer. A fundraiser for the monument was announced. The sculptor Auguste Sabø came to Andersen with a project. When Andersen saw himself sitting in a chair, surrounded by children, he was indignant: “Do you want me to read fairy tales surrounded by children hanging on my shoulders and knees? I wouldn’t even utter a word in such an environment!”
The sculptor was shocked, but removed the children.

The monument to Andersen was erected during his lifetime. And now on the square near the Town Hall in Copenhagen, named in his honor, there is a monument - a storyteller in a chair with a book in his hand and alone.

The last fairy tale was written by Andersen on Christmas Day 1872. In 1872, the writer fell out of bed, was badly hurt and never recovered from his injuries, although he lived for another three years.

Andersen died on August 4, 1875 in Copenhagen. The funeral of the great storyteller, held on August 8, 1875 at the Assistance cemetery, was attended by the poor and nobility, students, foreign ambassadors, ministers and the king himself. National mourning was declared in Denmark. People read Andersen's poems.

“How I want to believe in a fairy tale, that old dreams will come true, that I will meet my soul mate and with her we will make our dreams come true. But life whispers a different song: look at the experience of others, and show me any family where you would be happy. But there are none, everyone is unhappy, they torment each other, enduring. Dreaming is harmful and dangerous. Most people live without love. And you wanted to build a world, create an ideal hearth, where there was no need to argue, where everyone was sincerely happy, where you could love without hesitation, and could be tender without hiding, where you lived every day, smiling, giving grace to everyone around you, where every night is full of admiration and tender caress, and the whole day is filled with creation in which the soul would grow, where few words would be spoken, listening fully with the eyes, the soul would never get tired of loving lips, shoulders, eyes... But enough of the ridiculous fantasies. It's a dream or delirium in reality. Life does not tolerate fairy tales about brave bears who said “I love you.” We cannot insure our dreams from the prose of betrayals and insults. We create everything in life only ourselves, and the storyteller is hidden in our souls.”
(from my true-life novel “The Wanderer (mystery)” on the New Russian Literature website

In your opinion, WHAT IS THE MYSTERY OF ANDERSEN’S TALES?

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