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Once upon a time there was a darning needle; she considered herself so delicate that she imagined she was a sewing needle.
- Look, look what you're holding! - She said to her fingers as they took her out. - Don't drop me! If I fall to the floor, I'll get lost: I'm too thin!
- As if it really is! - the fingers answered and grabbed her tightly 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 leather on the shoe burst, and it was necessary to sew up the hole.
- Ugh, what a dirty job! - said the darning needle. - I can not stand! I'll break!
And it really broke.
“Well, I told you so,” she said. - I'm too thin!
“Now she’s no good,” the fingers thought, but they still had to hold her tightly: the cook dripped sealing wax onto the broken end of the needle and then pinned her neckerchief.
- Now I’m a brooch! - said the darning needle. - I knew that I would enter in honor; Anyone who has any sense will always come out of something worthwhile.
And she laughed to herself - no one had ever seen darning needles laugh loudly - and looked around complacently, as if she were riding in a carriage.
- Let me ask, are you made of gold? - she turned to her neighbor-pin. - You are very cute, and you have your own head... It’s just too small! Try to grow it - not everyone gets a wax head!
At the same time, the darning needle straightened up so proudly that it flew out of the scarf straight into the drain pipe, where the cook was just pouring out the slop.
- I'm going sailing! - said the darning needle. - I just wish I didn’t get lost!
But she got lost.
- I’m too subtle, I’m not made for this world! - she said, sitting in a street ditch. “But I know my worth, and that’s always nice.”
And the darning needle pulled in line, without losing a good mood.
All sorts of things floated above her: wood chips, straws, scraps of newsprint...
- Look how they float! - said the darning needle. “They have no idea what’s hiding underneath them.” - It’s me hiding here! I'm sitting here! There's a sliver floating over there: all she can think about is the sliver. Well, she will remain a sliver forever! Here's a straw rushing... It's spinning, it's spinning! Don't turn your nose up like that! Be careful not to bump into a stone! And there's a piece of newspaper floating. They had long ago forgotten what was printed on it, and look how it turned around!.. And I lie quietly, at attention. I know my worth, and they won’t take that away from me! 
Once something sparkled near her, and the darning needle imagined that it was a diamond. It was a fragment of a bottle, but it glittered, 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 to each other and to themselves that they were incredibly precious, and talked to each other about the ignorance and arrogance of the world.
“Yes, I lived in a box with one girl,” said the darning needle. - This girl was a cook. She had five fingers on each hand, and you can’t imagine the extent of their swagger! But their whole job was to take me out and hide me back in the box!
- Did they shine? - asked the bottle fragment.
- Did they sparkle? - answered the darning needle. - No, there was no brilliance in them, but arrogance!.. There were five brothers, all of them 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 it is cut off from a person, then the whole person is no longer fit for military service. The second - Poke-Gourmand - poked his nose everywhere: both sweet and sour, poked both the sun and the moon; He also pressed the pen when writing. The next one - Lanky - looked down on everyone. The fourth - Goldenfinger - wore a gold ring around his belt and, finally, the smallest - Parsley 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 fragment.
At this time, the water in the ditch began to rise, so that it rushed over the edge and took the fragment with it.
- He has advanced! - the darning needle sighed. - And I stayed sitting! I am too subtle, too delicate, but I am proud of it, and this is noble pride!
And she sat at attention, and changed her mind a lot.
- I’m just ready to think that I was born from a ray of sunshine - I’m so subtle! Really, it seems like the sun is looking for me underwater! Ah, I am so subtle that even my father the sun cannot find me! If my little eye hadn’t burst then, I think I would have cried! However, no, crying is indecent!
One day some street kids came and started digging in the ditch, looking for old nails, coins and other treasures. They got terribly dirty, but that’s what gave them pleasure! 
- Ay! - 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 it. The sealing wax came off from her, and she turned all black, but in a black dress you seem slimmer, and the needle imagined that it had become even thinner than before.
- There are eggshells floating! - the boys shouted, 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 clearly see me! As long as seasickness doesn’t overcome me, I can’t stand it: I’m so fragile!
But seasickness did not overcome her, she survived.
“It’s good to have a stomach of steel against seasickness, and you should always remember that you’re not like mere mortals!” Now I'm completely recovered. The more noble and subtle you are, the more you can endure!
- Krak! - said the eggshell: she was run over by a dray cart.
- Wow, how pressing! - the darning needle screamed. - Now I'm getting seasick! I can't stand it! I'll break!
But she survived, although she was run over by a dray cart; she was lying stretched out on the pavement, well, let her lie there!
Fairy tale: Hans Christian Andersen Illustrations: Pedersen.
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Once upon a time there was a darning needle. She lifted her sharp 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, of course I will be lost. I'm too subtle.
- As if it really is! - the fingers answered and tightly grabbed 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 cook's old shoe. His skin had just burst, and the hole had to be stitched up.
- Ugh, what a dirty job! - said the darning needle. - I can not stand. I'll break!
And it broke.
- Here you go! – the needle squeaked. “I told you I’m too subtle.”
“Now it’s no good,” the fingers thought and were about to throw the needle away. But the cook attached a wax head to the broken end of the needle and stabbed her neckerchief with the needle.
- Now I’m a brooch! - said the darning needle. “I always knew that I would occupy a high position: whoever is good will not be lost.
And she chuckled to herself - no one had ever heard darning needles laugh loudly. Sitting in a headscarf, she looked around complacently, as if she were riding in a carriage.
- Let me ask, are you made of gold? - the needle turned to its neighbor - the pin. “You are very sweet, and you have your own head.” It's just a pity that it's too small. You will have to grow it, my dear, - not everyone gets a head made of real sealing wax.
At the same time, the darning needle straightened up so proudly that it flew out of the scarf and fell straight into the ditch into which the cook was pouring slop at that time.
- Well, I wouldn’t mind going sailing! - said the darning needle. - I just hope I don't drown.
And she went straight to the bottom.
- Oh, I’m too subtle, I’m not made for this world! - she sighed, lying in a street ditch, - But there is no need to 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 her - wood 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 sliver of wood 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 will come across a stone. Here's a piece of newspaper. And it’s impossible to make out what’s printed on it, and look at how self-important he is... I’m the only one lying quietly, at attention. 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 fragment, but it sparkled brightly in the sun. And the darning needle spoke to him.
“I’m a brooch,” she said, “And you must be a diamond?”
“Yes, something like that,” answered the bottle shard.
And they started talking. Each of them considered himself a treasure and was glad that he had found a worthy interlocutor.
Darning Needle said:
– I lived in a box with one girl. This girl was a cook. She had five fingers on each hand, and you can’t imagine the extent of their swagger! But all they had to do was take me out of the box and put me back.
- What were these fingers proud of? With your shine? - said the bottle shard.
- Shine? – the needle asked. - No, there was no brilliance in them, but there was more than enough swagger. There were five siblings. They were of different heights, but they always stayed together - in a line. Only the outermost one, nicknamed Fatty, stuck out to the side. When bowing, he only bent in half, and not double-crossed like the other 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 Gourmand. Wherever he stuck his nose - into sweet and sour, into heaven and earth! And when the cook wrote, he pressed the pen. The third brother's name was Long. He looked down on everyone. The fourth, nicknamed Goldfinger, wore a gold ring around his belt. Well, the littlest one was called Petrushka the Loafer. He did absolutely nothing and was very proud of it. They were arrogant and arrogant, but it was because of them that I ended up in a ditch.
“But now you and I lie and shine,” said the bottle shard.
But at that moment someone poured a bucket of water into the ditch. Water rushed over the edge and took the bottle fragment with it.
- Oh, he left me! – the darning needle sighed. - And I was left alone. Apparently I'm too subtle, too sharp. But I'm proud of it.
And she lay at the bottom of the ditch, stretched out, and kept thinking about the same thing - about herself:
‹I was probably born from a ray of sunshine, I’m 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 did I break? If I hadn’t lost my eye, I would have cried now, I feel so sorry for myself. But no, I wouldn’t do that, It’s indecent›.
One day, the boys ran to the drainage ditch and began to fish out old nails and coppers from the mud. Soon they were dirty from head to toe, which is what they liked most.
- Ay! – one of the boys suddenly screamed. He pricked himself on a darning needle. - Look what this thing is!
- I’m not a thing, but a young lady! - said the darning needle, but no one heard her squeak.
It was difficult to recognize the old darning needle. The wax head fell off and the entire needle turned black. And since in a black dress everyone seems even thinner and slimmer, I now liked the needle even more than before.
- Here are the eggshells floating! - the boys shouted.
They caught the shell, stuck a darning needle into it and threw it into a puddle.
“White goes to black,” thought the darning needle. “Now I will become more noticeable, and everyone will admire me.” I just wish I didn't get seasick. I won't bear it. I'm so fragile...›
But the needle did not get sick.
“Apparently seasickness doesn’t bother me,” she thought. “It’s good to have a stomach of steel and never forget that you are above a mere mortal.” Now I have completely come to my senses. Fragile creatures, it turns out, can withstand adversity steadfastly.
- Krak! - said the eggshell. She was run over by a dray cart.
- Oh, how hard it is! - the darning needle screamed. “Now I’m definitely going to get sick.” I can not stand! I can't stand it!
But she survived. The dray cart had long since disappeared from sight, and the darning needle remained lying as if nothing had happened on the pavement.
Well, let him lie to himself.
Once upon a time there was a darning needle; she considered herself so delicate that she imagined she was a sewing needle.
Look, look what you're holding! - She said to her fingers as they took her out. - Don't drop me! If I fall on the floor, what the hell, I’ll get lost: I’m too thin!
As if! - the fingers answered and grabbed her tightly 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 leather on the shoe burst, and it was necessary to sew up the hole.
Ugh, what a dirty job! - said the darning needle. - I can not stand! I'll break!
And it really broke.
“Well, that’s what I told you,” she said. - I'm too thin!
“Now she’s no good,” the fingers thought, but they still had to hold her tightly: the cook dripped sealing wax onto 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 smart will always come out of him with something worthwhile.”
And she laughed to herself - after all, no one had ever seen darning needles laugh loudly - she sat in a scarf, as if in a carriage, and looked around.
Let me ask, are you made of gold? - she turned to her neighbor-pin. - You are very cute, and you have your own head... Only a small one! Try to grow it - not everyone gets a wax head!
At the same time, the darning needle straightened out so proudly that it flew out of the scarf straight into the sink, where the cook was just pouring out the slops.
I'm going sailing! - said the darning needle. - I just wish I didn’t get lost!
But she got lost.
I'm too subtle, I'm not made for this world! - she said, lying in a street ditch. “But I know my worth, and that’s always nice.”
And the darning needle pulled in line, without losing a good mood.
All sorts of things floated above her: wood chips, straws, scraps of newsprint...
Look how they float! - said the darning needle. - They have no idea who is hiding underneath them. - It’s me hiding here! I'm sitting here! There's a piece of wood floating over there: all she can think about is wood chips. Well, she will remain a sliver forever! Here's a straw rushing... It's spinning, it's spinning! Don't turn your nose up like that! Be careful not to bump into a stone! And there's a piece of newspaper floating. We had long since forgotten what was printed on it, and look how it turned around!.. I lie quietly, at attention. I know my worth, and they won’t take that away from me!
Once something sparkled near her, and the darning needle imagined that it was a diamond. It was a fragment of a bottle, but it glittered, 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 to each other and to themselves that they were real jewels, and spoke to each other about the ignorance and arrogance of the world.
Yes, I lived in a box with one girl,” said the darning needle. - This girl was a cook. She had five fingers on each hand, and you can’t imagine the extent of their swagger! But they had only one job - to take me out and put me back in the box!
Did they shine? - asked the bottle fragment.
Did they sparkle? - answered the darning needle. - No, there was no brilliance in them, but so much arrogance!.. There were five brothers, all born “fingers”; they always stood in a row, although they were of different sizes. The last one - Fat Man - however, stood apart from the others, he was a fat little man, and his back bent only in one place, so he could bow only once; but he said that if he was cut off, then the person was no longer fit for military service. The second - Gourmet - poked his nose everywhere: both sweet and sour, poked both the sun and the moon; he did not press the pen when he needed to write. The next one - Lanky - looked down on everyone. The fourth - Goldfinger - wore a gold ring around his belt and, finally, the smallest - Per the Musician - does nothing and was very proud of it. Yes, all they knew was to brag, and so I threw myself into the sink.
And now we sit and shine! - said the bottle fragment.
At this time, the water in the ditch began to rise, so that it rushed over the edge and took the fragment with it.
He's advanced! - the darning needle sighed. - And I stayed lying down! I am too subtle, too delicate, but I am proud of it, and this is noble pride!
And she lay there, stretched out, and changed her mind a lot.
I’m just ready to think that I was born from a ray of sunshine - I’m so subtle! Really, it seems like the sun is looking for me underwater! Ah, I am so subtle that even my father the sun cannot find me! If my eye had not burst (the eye of a needle in Danish is called the eye of a needle), I think I would have cried! However, no, crying is indecent!
One day, street boys came and began digging in the ditch, looking for old nails, coins and other treasures. They got terribly dirty, but that’s what gave them pleasure!
Ay! - one of them suddenly shouted; he pricked himself on a darning needle. - Look, what a thing!
Black on white is very beautiful! - said the darning needle. - Now you can clearly see me! If only I wouldn’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 it. The sealing wax came off from her, and she turned all black, but in black you always look slimmer, and the needle imagined that it had become even thinner than before.
There are eggshells floating! - the boys shouted, took a darning needle and stuck it into the shell.
Against seasickness it is good to have a stomach of steel, and always remember that you are not like mere mortals! Now I'm completely recovered. The more noble you are, the more you can bear!
Crack! - said the eggshell: she was run over by a dray cart.
Wow, what pressure! - the darning needle screamed. - Now I'm going to be sick! I can't stand it! I'll break!
But she survived, although she was run over by a dray cart; she was lying on the pavement, stretched out to her full length - well, let her lie there!
Once upon a time there was a darning needle; she considered herself so delicate that she imagined she was a sewing needle. It was a fragment of a bottle, but it glittered, and the darning needle spoke to it. She called herself a brooch and asked him: “You must be a diamond?” - Look, what a thing!
The fairy tales of Hans Christian Andersen are unique. “Darning Needle” is no exception. This work contains deep meaning. However, there is no sense of edification in it at all. An adult will recognize in the swaggering needle some arrogant, but not very smart young lady. And the child will simply laugh at the misadventures of the unlucky heroine.
Background
The work of the great storyteller did not inspire admiration among his contemporaries. Andersen earned his living by writing plays. However, the writer and playwright’s imagination knew no bounds, so he always created something beautiful. One famous sculptor joked that Hans Christian could write a wonderful fairy tale about any object, even a darning needle. The very next day they read to him a wonderful story about a resilient traveler and an imagineer. The author managed to see magic in the most ordinary things. His creative legacy was appreciated only by his descendants. But now receiving the Hans Christian Andersen Gold Medal means receiving the highest award for achievements in children's literature.
Unique style
All the works of the great storyteller are distinguished by simplicity and clarity. They are often laconic in content, but contain a specific idea. They can be compared to philosophical parables. However, there is also an adventure motive here. After all, lengthy discussions about the imperfections of the world will seem boring to anyone. On the contrary, it’s interesting to watch the twists and turns the heroes get into. The author's favorite technique is to breathe life into an ordinary household item. And it’s good if it’s a tin soldier, and not an old shoe or a darning needle. But even in these objects, it turns out, life glimmers. One has only to look at them from an animated point of view. Why is that thick darning needle stretched out so long? Perhaps she imagines herself too fragile for this impossible world?
Too thin
Of course, the fairy tale “The Darning Needle” is not about sewing at all. It talks about a person who dreams of achieving a high position in society. Probably her origins are quite ordinary. It is not a sewing needle, but a darning needle. But life treats her too harshly. They try to sew up a rough shoe with it, and it inevitably breaks. However, the heroine sees this as confirmation of her own chosenness. Moreover, it is not thrown away. They make a hairpin for a scarf from it, and she also sees a special meaning in this. The needle even begins to show off in front of real pins. Like, her wax head is much larger than a pin's. Arrogance does her a disservice - stretching out too much, she falls out of the scarf. Now its place is in the sewage among the slops. But even here she does not give up. The heroine stubbornly calls herself a brooch, gets acquainted with a bottle shard because it shines, and never tires of criticizing others. Even hardworking fingers are mercilessly judged because they do nothing but take it out and put it in the box! Next, fate is preparing new surprises for our heroine. One can only envy her self-control and optimism. The young lady is run over by a cart, but it does not break. And she still imagines herself to be like a ray of sunshine - thin and shiny. The author leaves her alone on the dusty pavement, forgotten by everyone and no one needs.
Moral Background
So, the content of Andersen’s fairy tale “The Darning Needle” is clear to everyone. But what about the meaning of this sad story? Maybe if the heroine of the story had behaved more modestly, she would not have had to get wet in the gutter or lie on the pavement? If she sat quietly in a headscarf and didn’t put on airs in front of her neighbors, wouldn’t she be in free flight? On the other hand, it is clear that no adversity can change her absurd character. She sees gold in everything that glitters, calls herself a brooch and communicates exclusively with the same “high-ranking” persons. You need to be more modest, the cunning storyteller hints. And notice the true value of things, without replacing them with empty trinkets. Reflecting on the morality of The Darning Needle, you begin to sincerely feel sorry for some of Andersen's contemporaries. Probably, the witty remarks of the storyteller greatly poisoned the life of the most stupid and arrogant of them.
Fairy tale heroes
The list of heroes is given below:
- Needle. The main character of the work. She considers herself a very graceful and subtle person. He finds advantages in any situation, but humiliates everyone he encounters in life. In addition, she does not understand the characters around her. For example, a fragment is mistaken for a diamond. However, he also considers himself a real brooch.
- Fingers. Siblings. Hardworking and friendly guys. They always stay in a line. They don't stand on ceremony with Igla. They want to throw it away after it breaks. They understand that this young lady imagines too much about herself. The fingers have names - Fatty, Gourmand, Lanky, Goldenfinger and Parsley Loafer. During the story, the author emphasizes their importance - after all, unlike a needle, they can do many important and useful things.
- Bottle fragment. A worthy interlocutor for our heroine. He also considers himself a jewel. For him, shine is the most important thing. Together with Igla, he discusses the falsity and injustice of high society. And this despite the fact that he himself is simply good-for-nothing trash. He moves through life following the wastewater.
- boys. Hooligans who dig in the street dirt. They called the needle a "thing." And then they stuck it into an eggshell and sent it on its further voyage.
Fairy tale plan
The outline of the fairy tale “The Darning Needle” should include the main events of the work. If you want to make a detailed retelling, then you should not miss a single serious detail:
- Once upon a time there was a sewing needle that imagined itself as a darning needle.
- They tried to sew up an old shoe with it and it broke.
- The cook secured the tip of the needle with sealing wax and turned it into a headscarf pin.
- Our heroine imagined herself as a brooch.
- Out of pride she straightened up so much that she fell out of her scarf and ended up in the sink.
- The needle fell into the sewage and called itself the product of the sun.
- She became familiar with the shard of glass because it sparkled.
- In her conversation with him, she laughed at the cook and her five fingers.
- The water carried away the fragment, leaving the needle alone.
- The boys found her and stuck her in an eggshell.
- The forgotten heroine was left lying on the pavement.
Using this detailed plan, it will be easy to retell Andersen's fairy tale "The Darning Needle." You can add additional points if you think we have missed something important.
Conclusion
The story “The Darning Needle” will be useful to read for both children and adults. Of course, you shouldn’t give in to difficulties. So our brave young lady knows her worth, even wallowing in sewage mud. But you must always realistically understand your capabilities, never wonder, and also be able to distinguish a real diamond from a piece of glass. Then luck will certainly smile on you. And you will never be forgotten or disappointed.
