Fairy tale darning needle. Darning needle

Once upon a time there was a darning needle; she considered herself so thin that she imagined that she was a sewing needle.
- Look, look what you're holding! she said to her fingers as they pulled it out. - Don't drop me! If I fall on the floor, I'll get lost: I'm too thin!
- It's like! - answered the fingers and tightly grabbed her by the waist.
- You see, I'm coming with a whole retinue! - said the darning needle and pulled a long thread behind it, only without a knot.
The fingers poked the needle right into the cook's shoe - the leather on the shoe burst, and the hole had to be sewn up.
- Fu, what a dirty job! said the darning needle. - I can not stand! I will break!
And really broke.
“Well, I told you,” she said. - I'm too thin!
“Now she is no good for anything,” the fingers thought, but they still had to hold her tightly: the cook dripped sealing wax on the broken end of the needle and then stabbed her neckerchief.
- Now I'm a brooch! said the darning needle. - I knew that I would enter in honor; in whom there is a sense, something worthwhile will always come out of it.
And she laughed to herself—after all, no one ever saw darning needles laughing loudly—and looked smugly around as if she were riding in a carriage.
- May I ask, are you made of gold? - she turned to the neighbor-pin. - You are very nice, and you have your own head ... Only it is too small! Try to grow it, - after all, not everyone gets a wax head!
At the same time, the darning needle straightened itself so proudly that it flew out of the handkerchief straight into the drainpipe, where the cook was just pouring slop.
- I'm going swimming! said the darning needle. - If only I didn't get lost!
But she got lost.
- I'm too thin, I'm not made for this world! she said, sitting in the street groove. - But I know my worth, and it's always nice.
And the darning needle stretched into line, without losing a good mood.
All sorts of things floated above it: chips, straws, scraps of newsprint ...
- See how they float! said the darning needle. "They have no idea what's lurking underneath them." - I'm hiding here! I'm sitting here! There is a sliver floating: she only has thoughts about the sliver. Well, she will remain a sliver for a century! Here is a straw rushing ... Spinning, spinning, how! Don't turn your nose up like that! Be careful not to stumble on a stone! And there is a piece of newspaper floating. Long ago they managed to forget what was printed on it, and look how it turned around! .. And I lie quietly, at ease. I know my worth, and this will not be taken away from me!
Once something shone near her, and the darning needle imagined that it was a diamond. It was a bottle shard, but it shone, and the darning needle spoke to it. She called herself a brooch and asked him:
- You must be a diamond?
- Yes, something like that.
And both thought about each other and about themselves, that they were extraordinarily precious, and they talked among themselves about the ignorance and arrogance of the world.
“Yes, I lived in a box with a girl,” said the darning needle. This girl was a cook. She had five fingers on each hand, and you cannot imagine how swaggering their swagger went! But it was all their business to take me out and hide me back in the box!
- Did they shine? asked the bottle shard.
- Shine? answered the darning needle. - No, there was no brilliance in them, but arrogance! .. There were five brothers, all of them were born "fingers"; they always stood in a row, although they were of different sizes. The last one - Fat-bellied - however, stood apart from the others, and his back bent only in one place, so that he could bow only once; but he said that if they cut it off from a person, then the whole person is no longer fit for military service. The second - Poke-Gourmet - poked his nose everywhere: both in sweet and sour, poked at both the sun and the moon; he also pressed the pen while writing. The next one - Lanky - looked down on everyone. The fourth - Golden Finger - wore a golden ring around his belt, and, finally, the smallest - Petrushka the Loafer - did nothing and was very proud of it. They swaggered, they swaggered, and they missed me!
- And now we sit and shine! - said the bottle shard.
At this time, the water in the ditch arrived, so that it gushed over the edge and took the shard with it.
- He advanced! sighed the darning needle. - And I stayed seated! I am too thin, too delicate, but I am proud of it, and this is a noble pride!
And she sat, stretched out at attention, and changed her mind many thoughts.
- I'm just ready to think that I was born from a sunbeam - I'm so thin! Really, it seems as if the sun is looking for me underwater! Ah, I am so thin that even my father the sun cannot find me! Do not burst then my eye, I think I would cry! But no, crying is indecent!
Once street boys came and began to dig in the groove, looking for old nails, coins and other treasures. They were terribly dirty, but that was what gave them pleasure!
- Ai! one of them suddenly shouted; he pricked himself on a darning needle. - Look, what a thing!
- I'm not a thing, but a young lady! said the darning needle, but no one heard her. The sealing wax came off her, and she turned black all over, but in a black dress you seem slimmer, and the needle imagined that it had become even thinner than before.
- There floats the eggshell! - shouted the boys, took a darning needle and stuck it into the shell.
- Black on a white background is very beautiful! said the darning needle. Now you can see me clearly! If only seasickness did not overcome, I will not stand it: I am so fragile!
But seasickness did not overcome her, she survived.
- Against seasickness, it is good to have a steel stomach, and you must always remember that you are not like mere mortals! Now I am completely recovered. The nobler and thinner you are, the more you can bear!
- Krak! - said the eggshell: she was run over by a cart.
- Wow, how pressing! yelled the darning needle. Now I'm getting seasick! I can't stand it! I'll break!
But she survived, although she was run over by a cart; she was lying stretched out on the pavement, well, let her lie!

Fairy tale: Hans Christian Andersen Illustrations: Pedersen.

Once upon a time there was a darning needle; she considered herself so thin that she imagined that she was a sewing needle.
- Look, look what you're holding! she said to her fingers as they pulled it out. - Don't drop me! I'll fall to the floor - what good, I'll get lost: I'm too thin!
- It's like! - answered the fingers and tightly grabbed her by the waist.
- You see, I'm coming with a whole retinue! - said the darning needle and pulled a long thread behind it, only without a knot.
- The fingers poked the needle right into the cook's shoe - the skin on the shoe burst, and it was necessary to sew up the hole.
- Fu, what a dirty job! said the darning needle. - I can not stand! I will break!
And really broke.
“Well, I told you,” she said. - I'm too thin!
"Now it's no good for anything," thought the fingers, but they still had to hold it tightly: the cook dripped sealing wax on the broken end of the needle and then stabbed the scarf with it.
- Now I'm a brooch! said the darning needle. - I knew that I would be in honor: whoever is good, something good will always come out of it.
And she laughed to herself—after all, no one had ever seen darning needles laughing loudly—she sat in her kerchief, as if in a carriage, and looked around.
- May I ask, are you made of gold? - she turned to the neighbor-pin. - You are very nice, and you have your own head ... Only a small one! Try to grow it, - after all, not everyone gets a wax head!
At the same time, the darning needle straightened out so proudly that it flew out of the handkerchief straight into the sink, where the cook was just pouring slop.
- I'm going sailing! said the darning needle. - If only I didn't get lost!
But she got lost.
- I'm too thin, I'm not made for this world! she said, lying in a street ditch. - But I know my worth, and it's always nice.
And the darning needle stretched into line, without losing a good mood.
All sorts of things floated above it: chips, straws, scraps of newsprint ...
- See how they float! said the darning needle. "They have no idea who's hiding underneath them." - I'm hiding here! I'm sitting here! A sliver is floating over there: she only has thoughts about sliver. Well, she will remain a sliver for a century! Here is a straw rushing ... Spinning, spinning, how! Don't turn your nose up like that! Be careful not to stumble on a stone! And there is a piece of newspaper floating. They had long ago forgotten what was printed on it, and look how it turned around! .. I lie quietly, quietly. I know my worth, and this will not be taken away from me!
Once something shone near her, and the darning needle imagined that it was a diamond. It was a bottle shard, but it shone, and the darning needle spoke to it. She called herself a brooch and asked him:
- You must be a diamond?
- Yes, something like that.
And both thought about each other and about themselves, that they were real jewels, and talked among themselves about the ignorance and arrogance of the world.
“Yes, I lived in a box with a girl,” said the darning needle. This girl was a cook. She had five fingers on each hand, and you cannot imagine how swaggering their swagger went! But they had only one occupation - to take me out and put me back in the box!
- Did they shine? asked the bottle shard.
- Shine? answered the darning needle. - No, there was no brilliance in them, but how much arrogance! .. There were five brothers, all - nee "fingers"; they always stood in a row, although they were of different sizes. The last one - Fat Man - however, defended himself from the others, he was a fat short man, and his back bent only in one place, so that he could bow only once; on the other hand, he said that if he was cut off, then the person was no longer fit for military service. The second - Lakomka - poked his nose everywhere: both in sweet and sour, poked at both the sun and the moon; he did not press the pen when he had to write. The next one - Lanky - looked down on everyone. The fourth - Golden Finger - wore a golden ring around his belt, and, finally, the smallest - Per-musician - does nothing and was very proud of it. Yes, they only knew what to show off, and so - I threw myself into the sink.
- And now we sit and shine! - said the bottle shard.
At this time, the water in the ditch arrived, so that it gushed over the edge and took the shard with it.
- He advanced! sighed the darning needle. - And I stayed down! I am too thin, too delicate, but I am proud of it, and this is a noble pride!
And she lay, stretched out at attention, and changed her mind many thoughts.
- I'm just ready to think that I was born from a sunbeam - I'm so thin! Really, it seems as if the sun is looking for me underwater! Ah, I am so thin that even my father the sun cannot find me! If my eye didn’t burst then (the eye of a needle is called the eye of a needle in Danish), I think I would cry! But no, crying is indecent!
One day, street boys came and began to dig in the ditch, looking for old nails, coins and other treasures. They were terribly dirty, but that was what gave them pleasure!
- Ai! one of them suddenly shouted; he pricked himself on a darning needle. - Look, what a thing!
- Black on a white background is very beautiful! said the darning needle. Now you can see me clearly! If only I didn’t succumb to seasickness, I can’t stand it: I’m so fragile!
But she did not succumb to seasickness - she survived.
- I'm not a thing, but a young lady! said the darning needle, but no one heard her. The sealing wax came off her, and she turned black all over, but in black you always look slimmer, and the needle imagined that it had become even thinner than before.
- There floats the eggshell! - shouted the boys, took a darning needle and stuck it into the shell.
- Against seasickness, it is good to have a steel stomach, and always remember that you are not like mere mortals! Now I am completely recovered. The nobler you are, the more you can bear!
- Krak! - said the eggshell: she was run over by a cart.
- Wow, how pressing! yelled the darning needle. - Now I'm sick! I can't stand it! I'll break!
But she survived, although she was run over by a cart; she was lying on the pavement, stretched out to her full length - well, let her lie!

Once upon a time there was a darning needle. She lifted her pointed nose so high, as if she were at least a thin sewing needle.

- Be careful! she said to the fingers that were taking her out of the box. - Don't drop me! If I fall, then, of course, I will be lost. I'm too thin.
- It's like! - answered the fingers and firmly grasped the darning needle.
“You see,” said the darning needle, “I don’t walk alone. I have a whole retinue following me! And she pulled a long thread behind her, but without a knot.

The fingers poked the needle into the old cook's shoe. The skin had just burst on him, and the hole had to be sewn up.

“Ugh, what a hard job! said the darning needle. - I can not stand. I will break!

And broke.

- Here you go! squeaked the needle. “I told you I was too thin.

"Now it's no good," the fingers thought, and they were about to throw the needle away. But the cook attached a wax head to the broken end of the needle and pierced her neckerchief with the needle.

- Now I'm a brooch! said the darning needle. - I always knew that I would take a high position: whoever is good at it will not be lost.

And she chuckled to herself—no one ever heard darning needles laugh out loud. Sitting in a headscarf, she glanced complacently around, as if she were riding in a carriage.

“May I ask, are you made of gold?” - the needle turned to its neighbor - the pin. “You are very nice, and you have your own head. The only pity is that it is too small. You, my dear, will have to grow it out - after all, not everyone gets a head from real sealing wax.

At the same time, the darning needle straightened out so proudly that it flew out of the handkerchief and fell right into the ditch into which the cook was pouring slop.

- Well, I'm not averse to go swimming! said the darning needle. “Just don’t let me drown.”

And she went straight to the bottom.

- Ah, I'm too thin, I'm not made for this world! - she sighed, lying in the street groove, - But do not lose heart - I know my own worth.

And she straightened up as best she could. She didn't care at all.

All sorts of things floated above it - chips, straws, scraps of old newspapers ...

- How many of them are there! said the darning needle. “And at least one of them would guess who lies here, under the water.” But I'm lying here, a real brooch .. Here's a chip floating. Well, swim, swim! You were a sliver, and you will remain a sliver. And there the straw is rushing .. Look how it spins! Don't turn up your nose, my dear! Look, you'll run into a rock. And here is a piece of newspaper. And it’s impossible to make out what is printed on it, and he looks like he’s putting on airs .. Alone, I lie quietly, quietly. I know my worth, and no one can take that away from me.

Suddenly, something flashed near her. "Diamond!" thought the darning needle. And it was a simple bottle shard, but it shone brightly in the sun. And the darning needle spoke to him.

“I am a brooch,” she said, “and you must be a diamond?”
“Yeah, something like that,” replied the bottle shard.

And they started talking. Each of them considered himself a jewel and was glad that he had found a worthy interlocutor.

Darning needle said:
“I lived in a box with a girl. This girl was a cook. She had five fingers on each hand, and you can't imagine how swaggering they got! But all they had to do was take me out of the box and put me back.
What are those fingers proud of? With your brilliance? said the bottle shard.
- Glitter? asked the needle. - No, there was no brilliance in them, but there was more than enough swagger. They were five siblings. They were of different heights, but always kept together - in a line. Only the last of them, nicknamed the Fat Man, stuck out to the side. Bowing, he bent only in half, and not in three deaths, like the rest of the brothers. But he boasted that if he was cut off, then the whole person would be unfit for military service. The second finger was called Lakomka. Where only he did not stick his nose - and in sweet and sour, and in the sky and in the earth! And when the cook wrote, he pressed the pen. The third brother's name was Dolgovyazy. He looked down on everyone. The fourth, nicknamed Golden Finger, wore a golden ring around his belt. Well, the smallest was called Petrushka Loafer. He did absolutely nothing and was very proud of it. So they swaggered, they swaggered, and it was because of them that I fell into the ditch.
“But now you and I are lying and shining,” said the bottle shard.

But at that moment someone poured a bucket of water into the ditch. The water rushed over the edge and took the bottle shard with it.

Oh, he left me! sighed the darning needle. - And I was left alone. It can be seen that I am too thin, too sharp. But I'm proud of it.

And she lay at the bottom of the ditch, stretched out at attention, and thought about the same thing - about herself:

“I must have been born from a sunbeam, I am so thin. No wonder it seems to me that the sun is looking for me now in this muddy water. Oh, my poor father can't find me! Why am I broken? If I had not lost my eye, I would cry now, I feel so sorry for myself. But no, I wouldn't do that, it's indecent."

Once, boys ran to the gutter and began to fish out old nails and coppers from the mud. Soon they were soiled from head to toe, which they liked best.

- Ai! one of the boys suddenly yelled. He pricked himself on a darning needle. “Look, what a thing!
- I'm not a thing, but a young lady! said the darning needle, but no one heard its squeak.

The old darning needle was hard to recognize. The wax head fell off, and the entire needle turned black. And since everyone seems even thinner and slimmer in a black dress, I liked the needle now even more than before.

- Here comes the eggshell! the boys shouted.

They caught the shell, stuck a darning needle into it, and threw it into the puddle.

White goes to black, the darning needle thought. - Now I will become more noticeable, and everyone will admire me. If only I didn't get seasick. I won't carry it. I'm so fragile..."

But the needle did not fall ill.

“It seems that seasickness does not take me,” she thought. “It’s good to have a steel stomach and, moreover, never forget that you are above a mere mortal. Now, I've come to my senses. Fragile creatures, it turns out, steadfastly endure adversity.

— Krak! said the eggshell. She was run over by a cart.
- Oh, how hard! the darning needle yelled. “Now I’m sure I’m going to fall ill.” I can not stand! I can't stand it!

But she survived. The cart had long since disappeared from sight, and the darning needle remained lying as if nothing had happened on the pavement.

Well, let yourself lie.

Once upon a time there was a darning needle. She lifted her pointed nose so high, as if she were at least a thin sewing needle.
- Be careful! she said to the fingers that were taking her out of the box. - Don't drop me! If I fall, then, of course, I will be lost. I'm too thin.
- It's like! - answered the fingers and firmly grasped the darning needle.
“You see,” said the darning needle, “I don’t walk alone. I have a whole retinue following me! - And she pulled a long thread behind her, but only without a knot.
The fingers poked the needle into the old cook's shoe. The skin had just burst on him, and the hole had to be sewn up.
- Wow, what a hard job! said the darning needle. - I can not stand. I will break!
And broke.
- Here you go! the needle squeaked. “I told you I was too thin.
“Now it is no good for anything,” the fingers thought, and they were about to throw the needle away. But the cook attached a wax head to the broken end of the needle and pierced her neckerchief with the needle.
- Now I'm a brooch! said the darning needle. - I always knew that I would take a high position: whoever is good at it will not be lost.
And she chuckled to herself—no one ever heard darning needles laugh out loud. Sitting in a headscarf, she glanced complacently around, as if she were riding in a carriage.
“May I ask, are you made of gold?” - the needle turned to its neighbor - the pin. “You are very nice, and you have your own head. The only pity is that it is too small. You, my dear, will have to grow it out - after all, not everyone gets a head of real sealing wax.
At the same time, the darning needle straightened itself so proudly that it flew out of the handkerchief and fell right into the ditch, into which the cook was pouring slop at that time.
- Well, I'm not averse to go swimming! said the darning needle. “Just don’t let me drown.”
And she went straight to the bottom.
– Oh, I'm too thin, I'm not made for this world! - she sighed, lying in the street groove, - But do not lose heart - I know my worth.
And she straightened up as best she could. She didn't care at all.
All sorts of things floated above it - chips, straws, scraps of old newspapers ...
- How many of them are there! said the darning needle. – And at least one of them guessed who lies here, under water. But I'm lying here, a real brooch ... Here's a chip floating. Well, swim, swim! .. You were a sliver, and you will remain a sliver. And there the straw rushes ... Look how it spins! Don't turn up your nose, my dear! Look, you'll run into a rock. And here is a piece of newspaper. And it’s impossible to make out what is printed on it, but look how he puts on airs ... Alone, I lie quietly, quietly. I know my worth, and no one can take that away from me.
Suddenly, something flashed near her. “Diamond!” thought the darning needle. And it was a simple bottle shard, but it shone brightly in the sun. And the darning needle spoke to him.
“I am a brooch,” she said, “and you must be a diamond?”
“Yeah, something like that,” replied the bottle shard.
And they started talking. Each of them considered himself a jewel and was glad that he had found a worthy interlocutor.
darning needle said:
“I lived in a box with a girl. This girl was a cook. She had five fingers on each hand, and you can't imagine how swaggering they got! But all they had to do was take me out of the box and put me back.
What are those fingers proud of? With your brilliance? said the bottle shard.
- Glitter? asked the needle. - No, there was no brilliance in them, but there was more than enough swagger. They were five siblings. They were of different heights, but always kept together - in a line. Only the last of them, nicknamed the Fat Man, stuck out to the side. Bowing, he bent only in half, and not in three deaths, like the rest of the brothers. But he boasted that if he was cut off, then the whole person would be unfit for military service. The second finger was called Lakomka. Wherever he sticks his nose - both in sweet and sour, and in the sky and in the earth! And when the cook wrote, he pressed the pen. The third brother's name was Dolgovyazy. He looked down on everyone. The fourth, nicknamed Golden Finger, wore a golden ring around his belt. Well, the smallest was called Petrushka Loafer. He did absolutely nothing and was very proud of it. So they swaggered, they swaggered, and it was because of them that I fell into the ditch.
“But now you and I are lying and shining,” said the bottle shard.
But at that moment someone poured a bucket of water into the ditch. The water rushed over the edge and took the bottle shard with it.
Oh, he left me! sighed the darning needle. - And I was left alone. It can be seen that I am too thin, too sharp. But I'm proud of it.
And she lay at the bottom of the ditch, stretched out at attention, and thought about the same thing - about herself:
“I must have been born from a sunbeam, I am so thin. No wonder it seems to me that the sun is looking for me now in this muddy water. Oh, my poor father can't find me! Why am I broken? If I had not lost my eye, I would cry now, I feel so sorry for myself. But no, I wouldn't do that, It's indecent."
Once, boys ran to the gutter and began to fish out old nails and coppers from the mud. Soon they were soiled from head to toe, which they liked best.
- Ai! one of the boys suddenly yelled. He pricked himself on a darning needle. “Look, what a thing!
- I'm not a thing, but a young lady! - said the darning needle, but no one heard her squeak.
The old darning needle was hard to recognize. The wax head fell off, and the entire needle turned black. And since everyone seems even thinner and slimmer in a black dress, I liked the needle now even more than before.
- Here comes the eggshell! the boys shouted.
They caught the shell, stuck a darning needle into it, and threw it into the puddle.
White goes to black, the darning needle thought. - Now I will become more noticeable, and everyone will admire me. If only I didn't get seasick. I won't carry it. I'm so fragile...”
But the needle did not fall ill.
“It seems that seasickness does not take me,” she thought. “It’s good to have a steel stomach and, moreover, never forget that you are above a mere mortal. Now, I've come to my senses. Fragile creatures, it turns out, steadfastly endure adversity.”
- Krak! said the eggshell. She was run over by a cart.
- Oh, how hard! the darning needle yelled. “Now I’m definitely going to get sick.” I can not stand! I can't stand it!
But she survived. The cart had long since disappeared from sight, and the darning needle remained lying as if nothing had happened on the pavement.
Well, let yourself lie.

Once upon a time there was a darning needle; she considered herself so thin that she imagined that she was a sewing needle.

"Look, look what you're holding!" she said to her fingers as they pulled it out. - Don't drop me! I'll fall to the floor - what good, I'll get lost: I'm too thin!

- It's like! – responded fingers and tightly clasped her around the waist.

- You see, I'm coming with a whole retinue! - said the darning needle and pulled a long thread behind it, only without a knot.

- The fingers poked the needle right into the cook's shoe - the skin on the shoe burst, and it was necessary to sew up the hole.

- Wow, what a hard job! said the darning needle. - I can not stand! I will break!

And really broke.

“Well, I told you,” she said. - I'm too thin!

“Now it’s no good for anything,” thought the fingers, but they still had to hold it tightly: the cook dripped sealing wax on the broken end of the needle and then stabbed the scarf with it.

- Now I'm a brooch! said the darning needle. - I knew that I would be honored: whoever is good, something good will always come out of it.

And she laughed to herself, for no one had ever seen darning needles laughing loudly; she sat in her kerchief, as if in a carriage, and looked around.

“May I ask, are you made of gold?” she turned to the pin neighbor. - You are very nice, and you have your own head ... Only a small one! Try to grow it, - after all, not everyone gets a wax head!

At the same time, the darning needle straightened out so proudly that it flew out of the handkerchief straight into the sink, where the cook was just pouring slop.