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Title: Ole-Lukoje (collection)

About the book “Ole-Lukoje (collection)” by Hans Christian Andersen

No one knows as many fairy tales as Ole Lukøje knows them. And every day of the week has its own fairy tale. Together with this storyteller, who comes to children with a multi-colored umbrella, you can overhear conversations between flowers and birds, attend a mouse wedding, go swimming, ride in a thimble, and also visit a doll’s house. Illustrated by Nika Golts, these Andersen tales take on a special charm.

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Read Ole Lukoje's tale:

No one in the world knows as many fairy tales as Ole Lukoje knows. What a master of storytelling!

In the evening, when the children are sitting quietly at the table or on their benches, Ole Lukøje appears. Wearing only stockings, he quietly walks up the stairs; then he carefully opens the door, silently steps into the room and lightly sprinkles sweet milk in the children’s eyes. He has a small syringe in his hands, and milk sprays out of it in a thin, thin stream. Then the children’s eyelids begin to stick together, and they can no longer see Ole, and he creeps up behind them and begins to blow lightly into the backs of their heads. If it blows, their heads will become heavy. It doesn’t hurt at all - Ole Lukoje doesn’t have malice; he only wants the children to calm down, and for this they certainly need to be put to bed! Well, he puts them to bed, and then he starts telling stories.

When the children fall asleep, Ole-Lukoje sits down on the bed with them. He is dressed wonderfully: he is wearing a silk caftan, but it is impossible to say what color - it shimmers either blue, then green, or red, depending on which direction Ole turns. Under his arms he has an umbrella: one with pictures, which he opens over good children, and then they dream all night the most wonderful fairy tales, and the other is completely simple, smooth, which he deploys over bad children: well, they sleep all night like logs, and in the morning it turns out that they saw absolutely nothing in their dreams!

Let's hear about how Ole Lukoye visited one person every evening little boy, Yalmar, and told him fairy tales! It will be as many as seven fairy tales - there are seven days in a week.

Monday

Well,” said Ole-Lukoje, putting Hjalmar to bed, “now let’s decorate the room!”

And in an instant all the indoor flowers grew and turned into large trees that stretched their long branches along the walls to the very ceiling; the whole room turned into the most wonderful gazebo. The branches of the trees were strewn with flowers; each flower was better in beauty and smell than a rose, and in taste (if only you wanted to try it) sweeter than jam; the fruits shone like gold. There were also donuts on the trees that almost burst from the raisin filling. It’s just a miracle what it is! Suddenly, terrible groans arose from the desk drawer where Hjalmar’s school supplies lay.

What is it? - said Ole-Lukoje, went and pulled out the drawer.

It turned out that it was the slate board that was torn and thrown: an error had crept into the solution of the problem written on it, and all the calculations were ready to fall apart; the slate jumped and jumped on its string like a dog; he really wanted to help the cause, but he couldn’t. Hjalmar’s notebook also groaned loudly; I was simply terrified listening to her! On each page, at the beginning of each line, there were wonderful large and small letters - it was a cursive; others walked nearby, imagining that they were holding just as firmly. Hjalmar himself wrote them, and they seemed to stumble over the rulers on which they should have stood.

This is how you should behave! - said the copybook. - Like this, with a slight tilt to the right!

“Oh, we would be glad,” answered Yalmar’s letters, “but we can’t!” We are so bad!

So you need to be tightened up a little! - said Ole-Lukoje.

Ay, no, no! - they shouted and straightened up so that it was pleasant to watch.

Well, now we have no time for fairy tales! - said Ole-Lukoje. - Let's practice! One-two! One-two!

And he brought the letters of Yalmar to the point that they stood straight and cheerfully, like any copybook. But when Ole Lukoje left and Hjalmar woke up in the morning, they looked as pitiful as before.

Tuesday

As soon as Hjalmar lay down, Ole Lukoye touched the furniture with his magic syringe, and all the things immediately began to chatter among themselves; everything except the spittoon; This one was silent and angry to herself at their vanity: they talk only about themselves and about themselves and don’t even think about the one who stands so modestly in the corner and allows herself to be spat on!

Above the chest of drawers hung a large picture in a gilded frame; it depicted a beautiful area: tall old trees, grass, flowers and a wide river running past wonderful palaces, beyond the forest, into the distant sea.

Ole-Lukoje touched the painting with a magic syringe, and the birds painted on it began to sing, the branches of the trees moved, and the clouds rushed across the sky; you could even see their shadow gliding across the picture.

Then Ole lifted Hjalmar to the frame, and the boy stood with his feet directly in tall grass. The sun was shining on him through the branches of the trees, he ran to the water and sat down in a boat that was swaying near the shore. The boat was painted red and white, and six swans in golden crowns with shining blue stars on their heads drew the boat along the green forests, where the trees told about robbers and witches, and the flowers told about lovely little elves and what the butterflies told them.

The most wonderful fish with silver and golden scales swam behind the boat, diving and splashing their tails in the water; red, blue, large and small birds flew behind Yalmar in two long lines; the mosquitoes danced and the cockchafers buzzed, “Boom!” Boom!"; everyone wanted to see Hjalmar off, and everyone had a fairy tale ready for him.

Yes, that was swimming!

The forests grew denser and darker, then became like the most wonderful gardens, illuminated by the sun and dotted with flowers. Large crystal and marble palaces rose along the banks of the river; princesses stood on their balconies, and these were all girls familiar to Yalmar, with whom he often played.

They held out their hands to him, and each held right hand a nice sugared gingerbread pig, something you rarely buy from a merchant. Hjalmar, sailing by, grabbed one end of the gingerbread, the princess held tightly to the other, and the gingerbread broke in half; everyone received their share: Hjalmar more, the princess less. Little princes stood guard at all the palaces; they saluted Hjalmar with golden sabers and showered him with raisins and tin soldiers - that’s what real princes mean!

Hjalmar sailed through the forests, through some huge halls and cities... He also sailed through the city where his old nanny lived, who nursed him when he was still a baby and loved her pet very much. And then he saw her; she bowed, blew him kisses with her hand and sang a pretty song that she herself composed and sent to Yalmar:

My Hjalmar, I remember you

Almost every day, every hour!

I can’t say how much I wish

To see you again at least once!

I rocked you in the cradle,

Taught me to walk, talk,

She kissed me on the cheeks and on the forehead,

Because I can't love you!

I love you, my dear angel!

May God be with you forever!

And the birds sang along with her, the flowers danced, and the old willows nodded, as if Ole Lukoye was telling them a fairy tale.

Wednesday

Well, it was raining! Hjalmar heard this terrible noise even in his sleep; when Ole-Lukoje opened the window, it turned out that the water was level with the window sill. The whole lake! But a most magnificent ship moored to the house itself.

Do you want to go for a ride, Hjalmar? - asked Ole. - You will visit foreign lands at night, and by morning you will be home again!

And so Hjalmar, dressed in festive style, found himself on the ship. The weather immediately cleared up, and they sailed through the streets, past the church - all around was one continuous huge lake. Finally they sailed so far that the land was completely hidden from view. A flock of storks rushed across the sky; they also gathered in foreign warm lands and flew in a long line, one after another. They had been on the road for many, many days, and one of them was so tired that his wings almost refused to serve him. He flew behind everyone, then fell behind and began to fall lower and lower on his outstretched wings, so he flapped them two more times, but... in vain! Soon he touched the ship's mast, slid along the rigging and - bang! - fell straight onto the deck.

Young picked him up and put him in the poultry house with the chickens, ducks and turkeys. The poor stork stood and looked around sadly.

Wow! - said the chickens.

And the Indian rooster pouted as best he could and asked the stork who he was; the ducks backed away, pushing each other with their wings, and quacked: “Fool! Stupid cancer!

And the stork told them about hot Africa, about the pyramids and about ostriches that rush across the desert with the speed of wild horses, but the ducks did not understand anything and again began to push one another:

Well, isn't he a fool?

Of course you are a fool! - said the Indian rooster and muttered angrily. The stork fell silent and began to think about his Africa.

How wonderful you are thin legs! - said the Indian rooster. - How much is an arshin?

Crack! Crack! Crack! - the laughing ducks quacked, but the stork seemed not to have heard.

You could laugh with us too! - the Indian rooster said to the stork. - That was a very funny thing to say! Why, this is probably too low for him! In general, one cannot say that he is distinguished by his understanding! Well, let's amuse ourselves!

And the chickens cackled, the ducks quacked, and it amused them terribly.

But Hjalmar went up to the poultry house, opened the door, beckoned to the stork, and he jumped onto the deck with him - he had already managed to rest. And so the stork seemed to bow to Hjalmar as a sign of gratitude, flap his wide wings and fly to warmer lands. And the hens clucked, the ducks quacked, and the Indian rooster puffed up so much that his comb was filled with blood.

Tomorrow they will make soup out of you! - said Hjalmar and woke up again in his small bed.

They made a glorious journey at night from Ole Lukoje!

Thursday

You know what? - said Ole-Lukoje. - Just don't be scared! I'll show you the mouse now!

Indeed, he had a very pretty mouse in his hand. - She came to invite you to the wedding! Two mice are going to get married tonight. They live under the floor of your mother's closet. Wonderful room, they say!

How can I get through the small hole in the floor? - asked Hjalmar.

Rely on me! - said Ole-Lukoje. - You will become small with me.

And he touched the boy with his magic syringe. Hjalmar suddenly began to shrink, shrink, and finally became only the size of a finger.

Now you can borrow a uniform from the tin soldier. I think this outfit will be quite suitable: the uniform is so beautiful, you’re going to visit!

OK then! - Yalmar agreed, changed clothes and became like an exemplary tin soldier.

Would you like to sit in your mother's thimble? - the mouse said to Yalmar. - I will have the honor to take you.

Oh, are you really going to worry yourself, Miss! - said Hjalmar, and so they went to the mouse wedding.

Having slipped through a hole gnawed by mice in the floor, they first found themselves in a long narrow corridor, here it was just possible to get through in a thimble.

The corridor was brightly lit by rotten buildings.

Isn't it a wonderful smell? - asked the mouse-driver. - The entire corridor is greased with lard! What could be better?

Finally we got to the hall where the wedding was celebrated. To the right, whispering and laughing among themselves, stood all the gentlemen mice, and in the middle, on a eaten-out crust of cheese, stood the bride and groom themselves and kissed terribly in front of everyone. Well, they were engaged and getting ready to get married.

And the guests kept coming and coming; the mice almost crushed each other to death, and now the happy couple were pushed back to the very doors, so that no one else could enter or leave.

The hall, like the corridor, was all greased with lard; there was no other treat; and for dessert, the guests were surrounded by a pea, on which was one relative of the newlyweds. I gnawed out their names, that is, of course, just the first letters. It’s amazing, and that’s all! All the mice declared that the wedding was magnificent and that the time had been very pleasant.

Hjalmar went home. He had the opportunity to visit noble society, although he had to shrink down and put on the uniform of a tin soldier.

Friday

I just can’t believe how many older people there are who are desperate to get me to join them! - said Ole-Lukoje. - Those who have done something bad especially want this. “Dear, dear Ole,” they tell me, “we simply cannot close our eyes, we lie awake all night long and see all our bad deeds around us. They, like nasty little trolls, sit on the edges of the bed and splash boiling water on us. If only you could come and drive them away. We'd love to pay you, Ole! - they add with a deep sigh. - Good night, Ole! Money on the window! What do I care about money! I don't come to anyone for money!

What are we going to do tonight? - asked Hjalmar.

Would you like to attend a wedding again? Just not like yesterday. Your sister's big doll, the one dressed as a boy and called Herman, wants to marry the doll Bertha; Besides, today is the doll's birthday, and therefore a lot of gifts are being prepared!

I know, I know! - said Hjalmar. - As soon as the dolls need a new dress, the sister now celebrates their birth or wedding. This has happened a hundred times!

Yes, and tonight will be the one hundred and first and, therefore, the last! That’s why something extraordinary is being prepared. Look at this!

Hjalmar looked at the table. There was a cardboard house there; the windows were lighted and that's it tin soldiers kept their guns on guard. The bride and groom sat thoughtfully on the floor, leaning against the table leg; Yes, they had something to think about!

Ole Lukoje, dressed in his grandmother’s black skirt, married them, and all the furniture sang a funny song written in pencil to the tune of the march:

Let's tighten up the song more friendly,

Let it rush like the wind!

Although our couple, hey,

There will be no response.

They both stick out from the husky

On sticks without moving,

But their outfit is luxurious -

A feast for the eyes!

So let us glorify them with a song:

Hurray bride and groom!

Then the newlyweds received gifts, but refused everything edible: they were full of their love.

Well, should we go to the dacha now or go abroad? - asked the young man.

An experienced traveler, a swallow, and an old hen, who had already been a hen five times, were invited to the council. The swallow told about warm regions, where juicy, heavy bunches of grapes ripen, where the air is so soft, and the mountains are colored with colors that they have no idea about here.

But our curly cabbage is not there! - said the chicken. - Once I spent the summer in the village with all my chickens; there was a whole heap of sand in which we could rummage and dig as much as we wanted! In addition, we had access to the cabbage garden! Oh, how green she was! I don't know what could be more beautiful!

But one head of cabbage is as similar to another as two peas in a pod! - said the swallow. “Besides, the weather here is so often bad.”

Well, you can get used to it! - said the chicken.

And how cold it is here! You'll freeze to death! It's terribly cold!

That's good for cabbage! - said the chicken. - Yes, finally, it’s warm here too! After all, four years ago, summer lasted for five whole weeks! Yes, what a heat it was! Everyone was suffocating! By the way, we don’t have those poisonous creatures like you have there! There are no robbers either! You have to be a renegade not to consider our country the best in the world! Such a person is not worthy to live in it! - Then the chicken started crying. - I also traveled, of course! Traveled twelve whole miles in a barrel! And there is no pleasure in traveling!

Yes, the chicken is quite a worthy person! - said the Bertha doll. - I also don’t like driving through the mountains at all - up and down! No, we will move to a country house in a village where there is a sand pile, and we will walk in the cabbage garden. That's what they decided on.

Saturday

Will you tell me today? - Hjalmar asked as soon as Ole-Lukoje put him to bed.

No time today! - Ole answered and opened his beautiful umbrella over the boy.

Look at these Chinese! The umbrella looked like a large Chinese bowl, painted with blue trees and narrow bridges on which little Chinese stood and nodded their heads.

Today we will need to dress up for tomorrow the whole world! - continued Ole.

Tomorrow is a holiday, Sunday! I need to go to the bell tower to see if the church dwarfs have cleaned all the bells, otherwise they won’t ring well tomorrow; then you need to go to the field to see if the wind has swept away the dust from the grass and leaves.

The most difficult work is still ahead: we need to remove all the stars from the sky and clean them. I collect them in my apron, but I have to number each star and each hole where it sat in order to then place them all in place, otherwise they will not hold well and fall out of the sky one after another!

Listen to me, Mr. Ole-Lukoje! - an old portrait hanging on the wall suddenly said. “I am Yalmar’s great-grandfather and I am very grateful to you for telling the boy fairy tales; but you must not distort his concepts. Stars cannot be removed from the sky and cleaned. Stars are the same luminaries as our Earth, that’s why they are good!

Thank you, great-grandfather! - answered Ole-Lukoye. - Thank you! You are the head of the family, the ancestor, but I’m still older than you! I'm an old heathen; The Romans and Greeks called me the god of dreams! I have had and still have access to the most noble houses and I know how to deal with both big and small! Now you can tell it yourself!

And Ole-Lukoye left, taking his umbrella under his arm.

Well, you can’t even express your opinion! - said the old portrait. Then Hjalmar woke up.

Sunday

Good evening! - said Ole-Lukoje.

Hjalmar nodded to him, jumped up and turned his great-grandfather’s portrait to face the wall so that he would not interfere in the conversation again.

Now tell me the tales about five green peas born in one pod, about the rooster's leg that looked after chicken leg, and about the darning needle that imagined itself as a needle.

Well, a little of the good stuff! - said Ole-Lukoje. - I better show you something. I will show you my brother, his name is also Ole-Lukoje, but he never appears to anyone more than once in his life. When he appears, he takes the man, puts him on his horse and tells him tales. He knows only two: one is so incomparably good that no one can even imagine, and the other is so terrible that... no, it’s impossible to even say how!

Here Ole-Lukoje lifted Hjalmar, brought him to the window and said:

Now you will see my brother, the other Ole Lukoje. People also call him Death. You see, he’s not at all as scary as they make him out to be in pictures! The caftan on it is all embroidered with silver, like your hussar uniform; a black velvet cloak flutters behind your shoulders! Look how he gallops!

And Hjalmar saw another Ole-Lukoje rushing at full speed and putting both old and young on his horse. He planted some in front of him, others behind; but first I always asked:

What grades do you have for behavior?

Good ones! - everyone answered.

Show me! - he said.

I had to show it; and so he sat those who had excellent or good marks in front of him and told them a wonderful fairy tale, and those who had mediocre or bad marks - behind him, and these had to listen to a terrible fairy tale. They were shaking with fear, crying and wanted to jump off the horse, but they couldn’t - they immediately grew firmly attached to the saddle.

But Death is the most wonderful Ole-Lukoje! - said Hjalmar. - And I’m not at all afraid of him!

And there is nothing to be afraid of! - said Ole. - Just make sure you always have good grades!

This is instructive! - muttered the great-grandfather's portrait. - Still, it doesn’t hurt to express your opinion sometimes!

He was very pleased.

That's the whole story about Ole Lukoya! And in the evening, let him tell you something else.