In the capital of Denmark, in Copenhagen, in the shady Royal Garden there is a monument to Hans Christian Andersen - a bronze figure of the great storyteller with a book in his hands. Around, in the greenery of the trees, lively voices and laughter of children are always heard - devoted and faithful readers of his fairy tales.
You, too, probably know his fairy tales - both about the ugly duckling, which turned into a beautiful white-winged swan, and about the cruel snow queen, who never defeated the brave, good girl Gerda, and many other interesting tales and stories.
In 1805, in the small Danish city of Odense, with narrow streets and peaked roofs so close to each other that it was possible to step over from one to another, a boy was born. His father was a shoemaker, and his mother was a laundress. The son was named Hans Christian. He grew up silent and thoughtful, loved to compose unprecedented stories about himself. So, when Hans found out that the earth is round, he told his girlfriend that soon the Chinese prince, who lives on the opposite side of the globe, will dig underground passage to their town and take him to his kingdom. Comrades often laughed at the fantasies of this nice guy, but they never offended him.
Father Hans had golden hands - he himself made all the household utensils, made toys for his son. In his spare hours, he read La Fontaine's fables and other books to Hans. Once a father and son built a puppet theater with wooden actors. The boy enthusiastically sewed costumes for them (his mother taught him this), skillfully cut scenery out of paper, and then presented comedies in his theater, playing all the roles alone.
When Hans Christian was 14 years old, he broke his clay piggy bank, took out 30 thalers from there and went to Copenhagen with this money to seek his fortune. Hans dreamed of becoming an actor in a real theater. But he did not turn out to be an actor, although he played in one of the productions and was very glad that his name was indicated on posters pasted around the city. Then the young man sat down with Latin books in order to get a real education ...
Andersen composed his first fairy tales after he became famous poet. He believed that they would be interesting to read to both children and adults. These were the fairy tales "The Flint", "The Princess and the Pea", "The Little Mermaid". Then (1835-1837) Andersen composed one of his most wise tales - about a naked king.
Andersen traveled a lot, he traveled almost the whole world and brought his new fairy tales from everywhere. "There are no fairy tales better than those that life itself creates," he often used to say. And, perhaps, that is why Andersen in fairy tales so often recalled his childhood in his native city, where he, like all boys, ran in wooden shoes, and his father's house, where all things were made by his father's hands and were so familiar and dear, that seemed to be able to talk to each other.
The writer's friends believed that fairy tales would make his name immortal. And they were right. Andersen's fairy tales soon became known to the whole world. And now not only little Danes read them - these fairy tales have been translated into all languages ​​of the earth.
You will hear one of them today. The one that once told the boy Gialmar the greatest connoisseur of fairy tales - Ole Lukoye. You probably know this glorious kind gnome. He walks silently, on tiptoe, so that adults do not see him - after all, he only appears to children. He will imperceptibly approach a boy or girl, blow lightly on the back of the head, so that the head droops, and immediately want to sleep. And if the child was not capricious during the day, did not cry over trifles, Ole Lukoye will open an umbrella with pictures over his bed, and the child will dream of fascinating tales all night long, one more interesting than the other. And over the guilty children, Ole Lukoye opens a boring black umbrella, and, as Andersen says, they "sleep like chumps all night, and in the morning it turns out that they saw absolutely nothing in a dream!"
But the boy Gialmar, apparently, really liked Ole Lukoya, and for a whole week the good dwarf opened his umbrella over him only with pictures, and fabulous stories poured out of him. Hear for yourself what...
M. Belykh

Ole Lukoye- this literary character fairy tales by G.Kh. Andersen, based on folk tales. A mysterious mystical man who shows children dreams. In the story of Ole Lukoya, some elements also remind of the Greek god of sleep Morpheus: for example, Ole, like Morpheus, uses a special sleeping pill to lull children (Ole has sweet milk).

Name Ole Lukoye consists of two parts: Ole - a Danish male name, Lukoye is translated as "Close your eyes." He carries two umbrellas under his arm, which he opens to sleeping children. For children who behaved well, an umbrella with beautiful pictures is intended. It helps them to have beautiful pleasant dreams. For naughty children, Ole Lukoye opens an umbrella without pictures. These children spend the night without dreams.

In the tale, Ole Lukoye visits a boy named Hjalmar every night for a week and tells him stories. In the course of the tale, it turns out that Ole is actually very old. On the last evening, Sunday, Ole Lukoye tells the boy about his brother, whose name is the same, but he also has a middle name - Death. He comes to close the eyes of those who have come to leave this world, and take them with him.

Thus, the image of Ole Lukoye is divided into two: like the Greek Thanatos and Hypnos, the gods of death and sleep, the characters are related and different from each other. So “a little funny man turns out to be a guide not only through the realm of dreams, but also into the realm of death.

Of course, in the fairy tale about Ole Lukoye, not everything is clear and simple. But, honestly, in spite of everything, it is necessary to read this fairy tale to the kids. After all, there is absolutely nothing terrible there, and knowing who exactly brings you fairy tales at night is useful for any child. Read.

Hans Christian Andersen.

Ole Lukoye

No one in the world knows as many fairy tales as he knows them. Ole Lukoye. Here's a master of storytelling!
When in the evening the children sit quietly on their benches or at the table, Ole Lukoye appears. He quietly climbs the stairs in his stockings; then he quietly opens the door, steps inaudibly into the room, and sprinkles a little sweet milk in the eyes of the children. Ole Lukoye has a small douche in her hands, and milk squirts out of it in a thin, thin stream. Then the eyelids of the children begin to stick together, and the children can no longer see Ole Lukoye, and he sneaks up behind them and begins to softly blow on their heads. It will blow - and their heads will immediately become heavy. It does not hurt at all - Ole Lukoye has no malicious intent; he only wants the children to calm down, and for this they must certainly be put to bed! Well, he puts them down, and then he starts telling them fairy tales.
When the children fall asleep, Ole Lukoye sits on the bed next to them. He is dressed wonderfully: he is wearing a silk caftan, but it is impossible to say exactly what color - it shimmers either green, then blue, then red, depending on which way Ole Lukoye turns. He has an umbrella under his armpits: one with pictures, he opens it over good children, and then the children dream of the most wonderful fairy tales all night, and the other is quite simple, smooth, which Ole Lukoye deploys over bad children: well, they sleep all night like chumps, and in the morning it turns out that they saw absolutely nothing in a dream!
Let us hear how Ole Lukoye used to visit one little boy, whose name was Hjalmar, and told him stories! It will be as many as seven tales, because there are seven days in a week.

Monday

- Well, - said Ole Lukoye, putting Hjalmar to bed, - now let's decorate the room!
And in an instant, all the indoor flowers grew, turned into large trees, which stretched their long branches along the walls to the very ceiling; the whole room turned into a 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 you only wanted to taste it) sweeter than jam; the fruits shone like gold. There were also donuts on the trees, which almost burst from the raisin filling. It's just a miracle! Suddenly, terrible groans arose in the drawer where Hjalmar's study supplies lay.
- What is there? - said Ole Lukoye, went and pulled out the drawer.
It turned out that it was the slate board that tore and threw: an error crept into the solution of the problem written on it, and all the calculations were ready to fall apart; the stylus jumped and jumped on his string like a little dog; he wanted so much to help the cause, but he could not. Hjalmar's notebook also groaned loudly; just took horror, listening to her! On each of its pages, at the beginning of each line, there were wonderful large and small letters - it was a copy; others walked beside them, 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.
- Here's how to hold on! the scripture said. - Like this, with a slight tilt to the right!
“Ah, we would be glad,” answered the letters of Hjalmar, “but we can’t!” We are so bad!
- So you need to pull up a little! - said Ole Lukoye.
- Oh, no, no! - they shouted and straightened up so that it was a pleasure to look.
- Nu, now us not until fairy tales! Ole Lukoye said. - Let's practice! One-two! One-two!
And he brought the letters of Hjalmar to the point that they stood evenly and cheerfully, like any copybook. But when Ole Lukoye left and Hjalmar woke up in the morning, they looked as miserable as before.

Tuesday

As soon as Hjalmar lay down, Ole Lukoye touched the furniture with his magic syringe, and all 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 do not even think about the one who so modestly stands in the corner and allows herself to be spit on!
Above the chest of drawers hung a large picture in a gilded frame; it depicted a beautiful countryside: tall old trees, grass, flowers and a wide river running past wonderful palaces, beyond the forest, into the distant sea.
Ole Lukoye touched the picture with a magic syringe, and the birds painted on it sang, the branches of the trees stirred, and the clouds rushed across the sky; one could even see how their shadow glided across the picture.
Then Ole Lukoye lifted Hjalmar to the frame, and the boy stood with his feet straight into the tall grass. The sun shone on him through the branches of the trees, he ran to the water and sat down in the boat, which swayed near the shore. The boat was painted red and white, and six gold-crowned swans with shining blue stars on their heads drew the boat along green forests, where the trees told of robbers and witches, and the flowers told of lovely little elves and what butterflies told them.
The most wonderful fish with silvery and golden scales swam after the boat, dived and splashed their tails in the water; red, blue, large and small birds flew after Hjalmar in two long lines; mosquitoes danced and Maybugs buzzed “Boom! Boom!"; everyone wanted to see Hjalmar off, and everyone had a fairy tale ready for him.
Yes, that was swimming!
The forests either grew thicker and darker, or 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 all these were girls familiar to Hjalmar, with whom he often played.
They held out their hands to him, and each held in her right hand a glorious candied gingerbread pig, such as one rarely buys from a merchant. Hjalmar, swimming past, grabbed one end of the gingerbread, the princess held on tightly to the other, and the gingerbread broke in half; everyone got his share: Hjalmar bigger, princess smaller. All the palaces had little princes on watch; 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, which she composed herself and sent to Hjalmar:

My Hjalmar, I remember you
Almost every day, every hour!
I can't say what I want
To see you again at least once!
After all, I rocked you in the cradle,
Taught to walk, talk
And kissed on the cheeks and on the forehead,
Because I don't love you!
I love you my dear angel!
May the Lord 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 a fairy tale to them too.

Wednesday

Well, it was raining! Hjalmar heard this terrible noise even in his sleep; when Ole Lukoye opened the window, it turned out that the water was level with the window sill. Whole lake! But a most magnificent ship moored to the very house.
- Do you want to ride, Hjalmar? asked Ole Lukoye. - You will visit foreign lands at night, and by morning you will be at home again!
And here Hjalmar, dressed up in a festive way, 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 away that the land was completely hidden from view. A flock of storks flew 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 the wings almost refused to serve him. He flew behind everyone, then lagged behind and began to descend lower and lower on his spread wings, so he waved them two more times, but ... in vain! Soon he touched the mast of the ship, slid along the rigging and - bang! fell right on deck.
Jung picked him up and put him in a poultry house with chickens, ducks and turkeys. The poor stork stood and looked around dejectedly.
- Look what! - said the chickens.
And the Indian rooster pouted as much as he could, and asked the stork who he was; the ducks backed away, pushing each other with their wings, and quacked: “Fool-cancer! Fool-cancer!
And the stork told them about hot Africa, about the pyramids and about ostriches that rush through 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, fool! - said the Indian rooster and muttered angrily. The stork fell silent and began to think about his Africa.
- What wonderful thin legs you have! - said the Indian rooster. - How much arshin?
- Quack! Quack! Quack! quacked the laughing ducks, but the stork did not seem to hear.
- You could also laugh with us! - said the Indian cock to the stork. - It was very funny! Yes, where, this, surely, is too base for him! In general, one cannot say that he was distinguished by comprehension! Well, let's entertain ourselves!
And the hens clucked, 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 out to him on the deck - he had already had time to rest. And now the stork seemed to bow to Hjalmar in gratitude, waved his wide wings and flew to warm lands. And the hens cackled, the ducks quacked, and the Indian rooster puffed up so much that his comb was all filled with blood.
- Tomorrow you will be cooked soup! - said Hjalmar and woke up again in his little bed.
They made a glorious journey at night with Ole Lukoye!

Thursday

You know? Ole Lukoye said. - Do not be scared! I'll show you a mouse now!
“Indeed, he had a pretty little 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 in your mother's pantry. Great place, they say!
How can I get through the little hole in the floor? asked Hjalmar.
- Rely on me! Ole Lukoye said. - You will make me small.
And he touched the boy with his magic douche. Hjalmar suddenly began to decrease, decrease, and finally became the size of everything with a finger.
- Now it will be possible to borrow a uniform from a tin soldier. I think this outfit will be quite suitable: the uniform is so beautiful, you are going to visit!
- Well, OK! - Hjalmar agreed, changed clothes and became like an exemplary tin soldier.
"Would you like to sit in your mother's thimble?" said the mouse to Hjalmar. - I'll have the honor to take you.
- Oh, will you really worry yourself, Freken! - said Hjalmar, and so they went to the mouse wedding.
Slipping through a hole gnawed by mice in the floor, they first got into a long narrow corridor, here it was just possible to pass in a thimble.
The corridor was brightly lit with rot.
- What a wonderful smell, isn't it? asked the mouse driver. - The whole corridor is greased! What could be better?
Finally we got to the very hall where the wedding was celebrated. To the right, whispering and laughing among themselves, stood all the mice-cavaliers, and in the middle, on the eaten-out crust of cheese, the bride and groom themselves towered and kissed terribly in front of everyone. Well, they were engaged and preparing to marry.
And the guests kept coming and coming; the mice almost crushed each other to death, and now the happy couple was pushed back to the very doors, so that no one else could enter or leave.
The hall, like the corridor, was all greased; there was no other treat; and for dessert, the guests were surrounded by a pea, on which one relative of the newlyweds. gnawed out their names, that is, of course, only the first letters. Miraculous, and only! All mice announced that the wedding was magnificent and that the time was very pleasant.
Hjalmar went home. He had a chance to visit a noble society, although he had to cringe in order and put on the uniform of a tin soldier.

Friday

I just can't believe how many older people there are who fear how they want to get me to their place! Ole Lukoye said. - Those who have done something wrong especially desire it. “Kind, sweet little Ole Lukoye,” they tell me, “we just can’t 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 Lukoye! they add with a deep breath. - Good night, Ole Lukoye! Money on the window!” Yes, money to me! I don't go to anyone for money!
- What are we going to do tonight? asked Hjalmar.
- Would you like to attend the 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 Berta; besides, today is the doll's birthday, so many gifts are being prepared!
- I know I know! Hjalmar said. - As soon as the dolls need a new dress, the sister is now celebrating their birth or wedding. It's happened a hundred times!
- Yes, and tonight will be the hundred and first and, therefore, the last! That is why something extraordinary is being prepared. Look!
Hjalmar glanced at the table. There was a house made of cardboard; the windows were lit and everything tin soldiers kept 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 Lukoye, dressed in a grandmother's black skirt, married them, and now all the furniture sang a funny song written by a pencil to the motive of the march:

Let's sing a friendly song
How the wind blows!
Although our couple, she-she,
It won't respond to anything.
Both stick out of the husky
On sticks without movement
But their outfit is luxurious -
Eyes to see!
So, let us glorify them with a song:
Hooray bride and groom!

Then the young received gifts, but refused everything edible: they were full of their love.
- Well, should we go to the country now or go abroad? - asked the young.
An experienced traveler, a swallow, and an old hen, who had already been a mother hen five times, were invited to the council. The swallow told about warm regions where juicy, heavy grape clusters ripen, where the air is so soft, and the mountains are colored with such colors that they have no idea about.
- But there is no our curly cabbage! - said the chicken. - Since I spent the summer with all my chickens in the country; there was a whole heap of sand in which we could dig and dig as much as we wanted! In addition, the entrance to the cabbage garden was open to us! Oh, how green she was! I don't know what could be more beautiful!
- Why, one head of cabbage is like another like two drops of water! - said the swallow. “Besides, bad weather happens here so often.
- Well, you can get used to it! - said the chicken.
- And how cold it is! You look like you're freezing! Terribly cold!
- That's good for cabbage! - said the chicken. - Yes, finally, and we get warm! After all, four years ago summer stood with us for five whole weeks! Yes, what a fever it was! Everyone gasped! By the way, we don't have those poisonous creatures like you have there! No robbers! One must be a renegade not to find our country the best in the world! Such unworthy to live in it! - The chicken was crying. - I've traveled too, after all! A whole twelve miles traveled in a barrel! And there is no pleasure in traveling!
- Yes, a chicken is quite a worthy person! said Bertha the doll. - I also do not like to ride in the mountains - up and down! No, we will move to a dacha in the village, where there is a sand pile, and we will walk in the garden with cabbage. That's what they decided on.

Saturday

Will you tell today? Hjalmar asked as soon as Ole Lukoye put him to bed.
- No time today! - answered Ole Lukoya 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 it will be necessary to dress up the whole world for tomorrow! continued Ole Lukoye.
- Tomorrow is a holiday, Sunday! I have to go to the bell tower to see if the church dwarfs have cleaned all the bells, otherwise they will ring badly tomorrow; then it is necessary in the field - to see if the wind has swept away the dust from the grass and leaves.
The most difficult work is yet to come: we must remove all the stars from the sky and clean them up. I collect them in my apron, but I have to number each star and each hole where it sat, so that later I can put them all in their places, otherwise they will not hold well and will fall from the sky one after another!
- Listen, Mr. Ole Lukoye! said an old portrait hanging on the wall suddenly. - I am the great-grandfather of Hjalmar and I am very grateful to you for telling the boy fairy tales; but you must not pervert 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. - Thanks! You are the head of the family, the ancestor, but I'm still older than you! I am an old pagan; the Romans and Greeks called me the god of dreams! I have had and still have entrances to the noblest houses, and I know how to deal with both big and small! Now you can tell 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! Ole Lukoye said.
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 you tell me stories about five green peas born in one pod, about a cock's foot that looked after a chicken's foot, and about a darning needle that imagined itself to be a needle.
- Well, a good little bit! Ole Lukoye said. - I'd better show you something. I'll show you my brother, his name is also Ole Lukoye, but he never visits anyone more than once in his life. When he appears, he takes a man, puts him on his horse and tells him stories. 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 even impossible to say how!
Then Ole Lukoye lifted Hjalmar, brought him to the window and said:
- Now you will see my brother, another Ole Lukoye. People also call him Death. You see, he is not at all as scary as they draw him in the pictures! The caftan on it is all embroidered with silver, which is your hussar uniform; a black velvet cloak flutters behind her shoulders! Look how he jumps!
And Hjalmar saw another Ole Lukoye galloping at full speed and putting both old and small on his horse. Some he seated in front of him, others behind him; but first always asked:
- What are your marks for behavior?
- Good ones! - everyone answered.
- Show me! he said.
I had to show and those who had excellent or good marks, he put in front of him and told them a wonderful tale, and those who had mediocre or bad marks, behind him, and these had to listen to a terrible tale. They were shaking with fear, crying and wanted to jump off the horse, but they could not - they immediately grew strong to the saddle.
- But Death is the most wonderful Ole Lukoye! Hjalmar said. And I'm not afraid of him at all!
- Yes, and there is nothing to be afraid of! Ole Lukoye said. - Just make sure you always have good grades!
- This is instructive! muttered the great-grandfather's portrait. - Still, it means that sometimes it does not interfere with expressing your opinion!
He was very pleased.

Here's the whole story about Olya Lukoye! And in the evening, let him tell you something else.

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G.H. Andersen

Ole Lukoye

no one in the world knows as many stories as Ole Lukoye. Here is the master of storytelling!

In the evening, when the children sit quietly at the table or on their benches, Ole Lukoye appears. Wearing nothing but stockings, he quietly goes up the stairs, then carefully opens the door, steps inaudibly into the room, and lightly sprinkles sweet milk in the eyes of the children. The eyelids of the children begin to stick together, and they can no longer see Ole, and he sneaks up behind them and begins to lightly blow on the back of their heads. It will blow - and their heads will now become heavy. This does not hurt at all - Ole Lukoye does not have malicious intent; he only wants the children to calm down, and for this they must certainly be put to bed! Well, he puts them down, and then he starts telling stories.

When the children fall asleep, Ole Lukoye 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, then red, depending on which direction Ole turns. Under his arms he has an umbrella: one with pictures - he opens it over good children, and then they dream all night fairy tales, the other is quite simple, smooth, - he opens it over bad children: well, they sleep all night like the dead, and in the morning it turns out that they saw absolutely nothing in a dream!

Let's hear about how Ole Lukoye visited one boy, Hjalmar, every evening and told him stories! It will be as many as seven stories: there are seven days in a week.

Monday

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here, - said Ole Lukoye, putting Hjalmar to bed, - now let's decorate the room!

And in an instant, all indoor flowers turned into large trees that pulled their long branches along the walls to the very ceiling, and the whole room turned into a 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 you only wanted to taste it) sweeter than jam; the fruits shone like gold. There were also donuts on the trees, which almost burst from the raisin filling. It's just a miracle!

Suddenly, terrible groans arose in the drawer of the table, where Hjalmar's teaching materials lay.

What is there? - said Ole-Lukoye, went and pulled out a drawer.

It turns out that the slate board was tearing and throwing: an error crept into the solution of the problem written on it, and all the calculations were ready to crumble; the stylus jumped and jumped on his string like a dog: he really wanted to help the cause, but he could not. Hjalmar's notebook also groaned loudly, it was simply terrible to listen to it! On each page there were large letters, and small ones next to them, and so on in a whole column one under the other - this was a copy; others walked along the side, imagining that they held just as firmly. Hjalmar wrote them, and they seemed to stumble over the rulers on which they were supposed to stand.

Here's how to hold on! the scripture said. - Like this, with a slight tilt to the right!

Ah, we would be glad, - answered the letters of Hjalmar, - but we can’t! We are so bad!

So you need to pull up a little! - said Ole-Lukoye.

Oh, No! - they shouted and straightened up so that it was a pleasure to look.

Well, now we are not up to stories! - said Ole-Lukoye. - Let's practice! One-two! One-two!

And he finished all the letters of Hjalmar so that they stood evenly and cheerfully, like your copybook. But in the morning, when Ole Lukoye left and Hjalmar woke up, they looked as miserable as before.

Tuesday

as soon as Hjalmar lay down, Ole Lukoye touched the furniture with his magic sprinkler, and all things immediately began to chatter, and they chatted about 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 so modestly stands in the corner and allows herself to be spit on!

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

Ole Lukoye touched the picture with a magic sprinkler, and the birds painted on it began to sing, the branches of the trees stirred, and the clouds rushed across the sky; one could even see how their shadow glided over the ground.

Then Ole lifted Hjalmar to the frame, and the boy stood with his feet straight into the tall grass. The sun shone on him through the branches of the trees, he ran to the water and sat down in the boat, which swayed near the shore. The boat was painted red and white, the sails shone like silver, and six swans with golden crowns on their necks and shining blue stars on their heads dragged the boat along green forests, where the trees told of robbers and witches, and the flowers of lovely little elves and about what they heard from butterflies.

The most wonderful fish with silver and golden scales swam behind the boat, dived and splashed their tails in the water; red and blue, big and small birds flew after Hjalmar in two long lines; the mosquitoes danced and the Maybugs hummed:

“Zhuu! Zhuu!”; everyone wanted to see Hjalmar off, and everyone had a story ready for him.

Yes, that was swimming!

The forests either grew thicker and darker, or became like beautiful 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 all these were girls familiar to Hjalmar, with whom he often played.

Each held in her right hand a glorious candied gingerbread pig, such as one rarely buys from a merchant. Hjalmar, swimming past, grabbed one end of the gingerbread, the princess held on tightly to the other, and the gingerbread broke in half; each received his share: Hjalmar - more, the princess - less. All the palaces had little princes on watch; 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 carried him in her arms when he was still a baby, and loved her pet very much. And then he saw her: she bowed, sent him kisses with her hand and sang a pretty song, which she composed herself and sent to Hjalmar:

My Hjalmar, I remember you Almost every day, every hour! I cannot say how much I wish to see you again at least once! After all, I rocked you in the cradle, Taught you to walk, talk, And kissed you on the cheeks and on the forehead. Because I don't love you!

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

Wednesday

and it was raining! Hjalmar heard this terrible noise even in his sleep; when Ole Lukoye opened the window, it turned out that the water was level with the window sill. Whole lake! But a most magnificent ship moored to the very house.

Would you like to take a walk, Hjalmar? - asked Ole. - You will visit foreign lands at night, and by morning you will be at home again!

And here Hjalmar, dressed up in a festive way, found himself on the ship. The weather immediately cleared up; they sailed through the streets, past the church, and found themselves in the midst of a continuous huge lake. Finally they sailed so far away that the land was completely hidden from view. A flock of storks flew 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 the wings refused to serve him. He flew behind everyone, then lagged behind and began to descend lower and lower on his spread wings, so he waved them once, twice, but in vain ... Soon he touched the mast of the ship. slipped on the tackle and - bang! fell right on deck.

Jung picked him up and put him in a poultry house with chickens, ducks and turkeys. The poor stork stood and looked around dejectedly.

Look what! - said the chickens.

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

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

Well, aren't you stupid?

Of course you fool! - said the Indian rooster and muttered angrily.

The stork fell silent and began to think about his Africa.

What wonderful thin legs you have! - said the Indian rooster. - How much arshin?

Quack! Quack! Quack! quacked the laughing ducks, but the stork did not seem to hear.

You might as well laugh with us! - said the Indian cock to the stork. - It was very funny! Yes, where is it, for him it is too low! And in general, it cannot be said that he was distinguished by comprehension. Well, let's entertain ourselves!

And the chickens clucked, the ducks quacked, and this amused them terribly.

But Hjalmar went up to the poultry house, opened the door, beckoned to the stork, and he jumped out onto the deck - he had already had time to rest. The stork seemed to bow to Hjalmar as a token of gratitude, waved his wide wings and flew to warm lands. The hens cackled, the ducks quacked, and the Indian rooster puffed up so much that his comb was covered with blood.

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

They made a glorious journey at night with Ole Lukoye!

Thursday

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eat what? - said Ole-Lukoye. - Do not be scared! I'll show you a mouse now! “Indeed, he had a 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 in your mother's pantry. Great place, they say!

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

Rely on me! - said Ole-Lukoye. He touched the boy with his magic spray, and Hjalmar suddenly began to decrease, decrease, and finally became the size of a finger.

Now you can borrow the uniform from the tin soldier. In my opinion, such an outfit will suit you quite well: the uniform is so beautiful, and you are going to visit!

Good! - Hjalmar agreed, changed clothes and became like an exemplary tin soldier.

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

Oh, what a worry for a freken! - said Hjalmar, and they went to the mouse wedding.

Slipping through a hole gnawed by mice in the floor, they first found themselves in a long narrow corridor, here it was just possible to pass in a thimble. The corridor was brightly lit by rotten things.

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

Finally we got to the hall where the wedding was celebrated. To the right, whispering and laughing, stood the mice-ladies, to the left, twisting their mustaches with their paws, the gentle mice, and in the middle, on the eaten-out crust of cheese, the bride and groom themselves towered and kissed in front of everyone. Well, they were engaged and preparing to marry.

And the guests kept coming and coming; the mice almost crushed each other to death, and now the happy couple was pushed back to the very doors, so that no one else could enter or leave. The hall, like the corridor, was all smeared with bacon, and there was no other treat; and for dessert, the guests were surrounded by a pea, on which one relative of the newlyweds gnawed out their names, that is, of course, only the first letters. Miraculous, and only!

All mice announced that the wedding was magnificent and that they had a very pleasant time.

Hjalmar went home. He had a chance to visit a noble society, although he had to cringe in order and put on the uniform of a tin soldier.

Friday

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I just can't believe how many older people there are who fear how they want to get me to their place! - said Ole-Lukoye. - Those who have done something wrong especially desire it. “Good, dear Ole,” they tell me, “we just can’t 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 breath. - Good night, Ole! Money on the window!” Yes, money to me! I don't go to anyone for money!

And what are we going to do tonight? asked Hjalmar.

Would you like to attend the 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 Berta; and today is the doll's birthday, and therefore many gifts are being prepared!

I know I know! Hjalmar said. - As soon as the dolls need a new dress, the sister is now celebrating their birth or wedding. It's already been a hundred times!

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

Hjalmar glanced at the table. There was a house made of cardboard: the windows were lit, and all the tin soldiers were holding guns on guard. The bride and groom sat thoughtfully on the floor, leaning against the leg of the table: yes, they had something to think about! Ole Lukoye, dressed up in his grandmother's black skirt, married them.

Then the young people received gifts, but they refused the treat: they were full of their love.

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

An experienced traveler, a swallow, and an old hen, who had already been a mother 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 such colors that they have no idea about here.

But there is no our curly cabbage! - said the chicken. - Since I spent the summer with all my chickens in the country; there was a whole heap of sand in which we could dig and dig as much as we wanted! And the entrance to the cabbage garden was also open to us! Oh, how green she was! Do not know. what could be more beautiful!

Why, heads of cabbage look like two drops of water! - said the swallow. “Besides, bad weather happens here so often.

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

And what a cold! Look, you'll freeze! Terribly cold!

That's good for cabbage! - said the chicken. - Yes, in the end, and we are warm! After all, four years ago summer stood with us for five whole weeks! Yes, what a fever it was! Everyone gasped! By the way, we don't have poisonous creatures like you have there! No robbers! You have to be a renegade not to find our country the best in the world! Such unworthy to live in it! - The chicken was crying. - I've traveled too, after all! A whole twelve miles traveled in a barrel! And there is no pleasure in traveling!

Yes, a chicken is quite a worthy person! said Bertha the doll. - I also do not like to ride in the mountains - up and down! No, we will move to a dacha in the village, where there is a sand pile, and we will walk in the garden with cabbage.

No one in the world knows as many fairy tales as Ole Lukoye knows them. Here's a master of storytelling!

In the evening, when the children are sitting quietly at the table or on their benches, Ole Lukoye appears. He is shod in only stockings and quietly, quietly climbs the stairs; then he cautiously opens the door, steps inaudibly into the room, and lightly sprinkles milk in the children's eyes. He has a small syringe in his hands, and milk squirts out of it in a thin, thin stream. Then the eyelids of the children begin to stick together, and they can no longer see Ole, and he sneaks up behind them and begins to lightly blow on their heads. It will blow, and their heads will now become heavy. There is no pain at the same time: Ole Lukoye has no malicious intent; he only wants the children to calm down, and for this they must certainly be put to bed! So he will lay them down, and then he will begin to tell fairy tales. When the children fall asleep, Ole Lukoye sits down on their bed; he is wonderfully dressed - he is wearing a silk caftan, but it is impossible to say what color: it shimmers either blue, then green, then 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 of the most wonderful fairy tales all night long, and the other is quite simple, smooth, which he unfolds over bad children; these sleep all night like chumps, and in the morning it turns out that they saw absolutely nothing in a dream!

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

Monday

Well, - said Ole Lukoye, putting Hjalmar to bed, - now let's sort out the room!

And in an instant all the indoor flowers and plants grew into large trees, which stretched their long branches along the walls to the very ceiling; the whole room turned into a most wonderful gazebo. The branches of the trees were dotted with flowers; each flower was better in beauty and smell than a rose, and sweeter in taste than jam; the fruits shone like gold. There were also donuts on the trees, which almost burst from the raisin filling. It's just a miracle! Suddenly, terrible groans arose in the drawer where Hjalmar's study supplies lay.

What is there! - said Ole-Lukoye, went and pulled out a drawer.

It turned out that it was the slate board that tore and threw: an error crept into the solution of the problem written on it, and all the calculations were ready to fall apart; the stylus jumped and jumped on his string like a little dog; he wanted so much to help the cause, but he could not. Hjalmar's notebook also groaned loudly; just took horror, listening to her! On each page, at the beginning of each line, there were wonderful large and small letters next to them - this was a copy; others walked beside them, imagining that they held just as firmly. Hjalmar himself wrote them, and they seemed to stumble over the rulers on which they should have stood.

Here's how to hold on! the scripture said. - Like this, with a slight tilt to the right!

Ah, we would be glad, - answered the letters of Hjalmar, - but we can’t! We are so bad!

So I'll treat you to baby powder! - said Ole-Lukoye.

Ay, no, no! - they shouted and straightened up so that it's nice!

Well, now we are not up to fairy tales! - said Ole-Lukoye. - Let's practice! One-two! One-two!

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

Tuesday

As soon as Hjalmar lay down, Ole Lukoye touched his magic syringe to the room furniture, and all things immediately began to chatter among themselves; everything except the spittoon—this one was silent and angry to herself at their vanity of talking only about themselves and about themselves, and not even thinking about the one that so modestly stands in the corner and allows himself to be spit 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 big river, running past wonderful palaces beyond the forest, into the distant sea.

Ole Lukoye touched the picture with a magic syringe, and the birds painted on it sang, the branches of the trees stirred, and the clouds rushed across the sky; one could even see how their shadow glided across the picture.

Then Ole lifted Hjalmar to the frame, and the boy stood with his feet straight into the tall grass. The sun shone on him through the branches of the trees, he ran to the water and sat down in the boat, which swayed near the shore. The boat was painted red and white, the sails shone like silver, and six gold-crowned swans, with shining blue stars on their heads, dragged the boat along green forests, where the trees told of robbers and witches, and the flowers told of lovely little elves and what the butterflies told them.

The most wonderful fish with silver and golden scales swam behind the boat, dived and splashed their tails in the water; red, blue, large and small birds flew after Hjalmar in two long lines; mosquitoes danced, and May beetles hummed - everyone wanted to see Hjalmar off, and everyone had a fairy tale ready for him.

Yes, that's how it was swimming!

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

They all held out their hands to him, and each held in her right hand a glorious candied gingerbread pig. Hjalmar, passing by, grabbed one end of the gingerbread, the princess held on tightly to the other, and the gingerbread was broken in half - everyone got his share, but Hjalmar was bigger, the princess was smaller. All the palaces had little princes on watch; they saluted Hjalmar with golden sabers and rained raisins and tin soldiers - that's what real princes mean!

Hjalmar sailed through 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 him very much. And then he saw her: she bowed, sent him kisses with her hand and sang a pretty song, which she herself composed and sent to Hjalmar:

My Hjalmar, I remember you

Almost every day, every hour!

I can't say what I want

To see you again at least once!

After all, I rocked you in the cradle,

Taught to walk, talk

And on the cheeks, and on the forehead kissed,

Because I don't love you!

I love you my dear angel!

May the Lord God be with you forever!

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

Wednesday

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

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

And here Hjalmar, dressed up in a festive way, found himself on the ship. The weather immediately cleared up, and they floated through the streets, past the church - all around was a continuous huge lake. Finally they sailed so far away that the land was completely hidden from view. A flock of storks flew 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 the wings almost refused to serve him. He flew behind everyone, then lagged behind and began to descend lower and lower on his spread wings, so he waved them two more times, but all in vain! Soon he touched the mast of the ship, slid along the rigging and - bang! - became directly on the deck.

Jung picked him up and put him in a poultry house with chickens, ducks and turkeys. The poor stork stood and looked around dejectedly.

Look what! - said the chickens.

And the turkey pouted as much as he could, and asked the stork who he was; the ducks backed away, pushed each other and quacked.

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

Well, isn't he stupid?

Of course, stupid! - said the turkey and muttered angrily. The stork fell silent and began to think about his Africa to himself.

What wonderful thin legs you have! - said the turkey. - How much arshin?

Quack! Quack! Quack! quacked the laughing ducks, but the stork did not seem to hear.

You might as well laugh with us! - said the turkey to the stork. - It was very funny! Yes, where, this, surely, is too base for him! In general, one cannot say that he was distinguished by comprehension! Well, let's entertain ourselves!

And the hens clucked, 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 out onto the deck - now he had time to rest. And now the stork seemed to bow to Hjalmar in gratitude, waved his wide wings and flew to warm lands. And the hens cackled, the ducks quacked, and the turkey puffed up so much that his comb was all filled with blood.

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

They made a glorious journey at night with Ole Lukoye!

Thursday

You know? - said Ole-Lukoye. - Don't be afraid! I'll show you a mouse now! “Indeed, he had a pretty little 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 their mother's pantry. Great place, they say!

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

Rely on me! - said Ole-Lukoye. - You will make me small.

And he touched the boy with his magic douche. Hjalmar suddenly began to decrease, decrease, and, finally, became the size of everything with a finger.

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

Well, OK! - Hjalmar agreed and was dressed up as a most wonderful tin soldier.

Would you like to sit in your mother's thimble! said the mouse to Hjalmar. - I'll have the honor to take you.

Oh, will you worry yourself, young lady? - said Hjalmar, and they went to the mouse wedding.

Slipping through a hole gnawed by mice in the floor, they first found themselves in a long narrow passage-corridor, in which just one could pass in a thimble. The corridor was illuminated with rotten things.

What a wonderful smell, isn't it? asked the mouse driver. - The whole corridor is greased! What could be better?

Finally we got to the very hall where the wedding was celebrated. To the right, whispering and laughing among themselves, stood all the mice-ladies, and to the left, twirling their mustaches with their paws, the mice-cavaliers. In the very middle, on a hollowed-out cheese crust, the bride and groom towered and kissed in front of everyone: they were, after all, engaged and preparing to marry.

And the guests kept coming and coming; the mice almost crushed each other to death, and now the happy couple fit right in the door, so that no one else could enter or leave. The hall, like the corridor, was all greased; there was no other treat; in the form of a dessert, the guests were surrounded by a pea, on which one relative of the newlyweds gnawed out their names, that is, of course, only the first two letters. Miraculous, and only!

All mice announced that the wedding was magnificent and that the time was very pleasant.

Hjalmar went home. He also had a chance to visit a noble company, but he had to cringe in order and put on the uniform of a tin soldier.

Friday

I just can't believe how many older people there are who fear how they want to get me to their place! - said Ole-Lukoye. - Those who have done something wrong especially desire it. “Good, dear Ole,” they tell me, “we just can’t 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. We would love to pay you, Olya, they add with a deep sigh. - Good night, Ole! Money on the window!” Yes, money to me! I don't go to anyone for money!

What are we going to do tonight? asked Hjalmar.

Would you like to attend the 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 Berta; besides, today is the doll's birthday and therefore many gifts are being prepared!

I know I know! Hjalmar said. - As soon as the dolls need a new dress, the sister is now celebrating their birth or wedding. It's happened a hundred times!

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

Hjalmar glanced at the table. There was a house made of cardboard; the windows were lit, and all the tin soldiers kept their guns on guard. The bride and groom sat thoughtfully on the floor, leaning against the table leg; Yes, they did have something to think about! Ole Lukoye, dressed in his grandmother's black skirt, married them, and all the furniture in the room sang, to the tune of the march, a funny song that the pencil had written:

Let's sing a friendly song

Let the wind blow!

Although our couple, she-she,

It won't respond to anything.

Both stick out of the husky

On sticks without movement

But their outfit is luxurious -

Eyes to see!

So, let us glorify them with a song:

Hooray! Bride and groom!

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

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

A swallow and an old hen, who had already been a mother hen five times, were invited to the council. The swallow told about warm regions where juicy, heavy grape clusters ripen, where the air is so soft, and the mountains are colored with such colors that they have no idea about.

But there is no our green cabbage! - said the chicken. - Since I spent the summer with all my chickens in the country; there was a whole heap of sand in which we could dig and dig as much as we wanted! In addition, the entrance to the cabbage garden was open to us! Oh, how green she was! I don't know what could be more beautiful!

Why, one head of cabbage is like another like two drops of water! - said the swallow. “Besides, bad weather happens here so often.

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

And what a cold! You look like you're freezing! Terribly cold!

That's good for cabbage! - said the chicken. - Yes, finally, and we get warm! After all, four years ago summer stood with us for five whole weeks! Yes, what a fever it was! Everyone gasped! By the way, we don't have those poisonous animals like you have there! No robbers! You have to be a good-for-nothing creature not to find our country the best in the world! Such a creature is unworthy to live in it! - The chicken was crying. - I've traveled too, after all! A whole twelve miles traveled in a barrel! And there is no pleasure in traveling!

Yes, a chicken is quite a worthy person! said Bertha the doll. - I also do not like to ride in the mountains, - then up, then down, then up, then down! No, we will move to the dacha, to the 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 today? asked Hjalmar, as soon as Ole Lukoye 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 nodding their heads.

Today it will be necessary to dress up the whole world for tomorrow! Ole continued. - Tomorrow is a holy day, Sunday. I have to go to the bell tower to see if the church dwarfs have cleaned all the bells, otherwise they will ring badly tomorrow; then it is necessary in the field - to see if the wind has swept away the dust from the grass and leaves. The most difficult work is yet to come: we must remove from the sky and clean up all the stars. I collect them in my apron, but I have to number each star and each hole where it sat in order to place them properly later, otherwise they will not hold well and fall from the sky one after another!

Listen, Mr. Ole Lukoye! said an old portrait hanging on the wall suddenly. - I am the great-grandfather of Hjalmar 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. The stars are the same luminaries as our earth, that's why they are good!

Thank you, great-grandfather! Ole Lukoye replied. - Thanks! You are the head of the family, the "old head", but I'm still older than you! I am an old pagan; the Romans and Greeks called me the god of dreams! I have had and still have access to the noblest houses, and I know how to deal with both the big ones and the small ones! Now you can tell 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-Lukoye.

Hjalmar nodded his head 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 stories about five green peas born in one pod, about a cock's foot that looked after a chicken's foot, and about a darning needle that imagined itself to be a sewing needle.

Well, a good little bit! - said Ole-Lukoye. - I'd better show you something. I will show you my brother, his name is also Ole Lukoye, but he never visits anyone more than once in his life. When he appears, he takes a man, puts him on his horse and tells him stories. 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 even to say how!

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

Now you will see my brother, another Ole Lukoye. People also call it death. You see, he is not at all as scary as they draw him in the pictures! The caftan on it is all embroidered with silver, which is your hussar uniform; a black velvet cloak flutters behind her shoulders! Look how he gallops!

And Hjalmar saw another Ole-Lukoye rushing at full speed and putting both old and small on his horse. Some he seated in front of him, others behind him, but first he always asked:

What are your behavior marks?

Good ones! - everyone answered.

Show me! he said.

He had to show, and those who had excellent or good marks, he planted in front of him and told them a wonderful tale, and those who had mediocre or bad ones, behind him, and these had to listen to a terrible tale. They were shaking with fear, crying and wanted to jump off the horse, but they could not: they immediately attached themselves firmly to the saddle.

But death is the most wonderful Ole Lukoye! Hjalmar said. And I'm not afraid of him at all!

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

Yes, this is instructive! muttered the great-grandfather's portrait. - Still, it means that sometimes it does not interfere with expressing your opinion!

He was very pleased.

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

Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
Sunday

No one in the world knows as many stories as Ole Lukoye. Here is the master of storytelling!
In the evening, when the children sit quietly at the table or on their benches, Ole Lukoye appears. Wearing nothing but stockings, he quietly goes up the stairs, then carefully opens the door, steps inaudibly into the room, and lightly sprinkles sweet milk in the eyes of the children. The eyelids of the children begin to stick together, and they can no longer see Ole, and he sneaks up behind them and begins to lightly blow on the back of their heads. It will blow - and their heads will now become heavy. This does not hurt at all - Ole Lukoye does not have malicious intent; he only wants the children to calm down, and for this they must certainly be put to bed! Well, he puts them down, and then he starts telling stories.
When the children fall asleep, Ole Lukoye 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, then red, depending on which direction Ole turns. He has an umbrella under his arms: one with pictures - he opens it over good children, and then they dream of fairy tales all night, the other is very simple, smooth - he opens it over bad children: well, they sleep all night like the dead , and in the morning it turns out that they saw absolutely nothing in a dream!
Let's hear about how Ole Lukoye visited one boy, Hjalmar, every evening and told him stories! It will be as many as seven stories: there are seven days in a week.

Monday
Well, - said Ole Lukoye, putting Hjalmar to bed, - now let's decorate the room!
And in an instant, all indoor flowers turned into large trees that pulled their long branches along the walls to the very ceiling, and the whole room turned into a 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 you only wanted to taste it) sweeter than jam; the fruits shone like gold. There were also donuts on the trees, which almost burst from the raisin filling. It's just a miracle!
Suddenly, terrible groans arose in the drawer of the table, where Hjalmar's teaching materials lay.
- What is there? - said Ole-Lukoye, went and pulled out a drawer.
It turns out that the slate board was tearing and throwing: an error crept into the solution of the problem written on it, and all the calculations were ready to crumble; the stylus jumped and jumped on his string like a dog: he really wanted to help the cause, but he could not. Hjalmar's notebook also groaned loudly, it was simply terrible to listen to it! On each page were capital letters, and next to them are small ones, and so a whole column one under the other - it was a copybook; others walked along the side, imagining that they held just as firmly. Hjalmar wrote them, and they seemed to stumble over the rulers on which they were supposed to stand.
- Here's how to hold on! the scripture said. - Like this, with a slight tilt to the right!
“Ah, we would be glad,” answered the letters of Hjalmar, “but we can’t!” We are so bad!
- So you need to pull up a little! - said Ole-Lukoye.
- Oh, No! - they shouted and straightened up so that it was a pleasure to look.
- Well, now we have no time for stories! - said Ole-Lukoye. - Let's practice! One-two! One-two!
And he finished all the letters of Hjalmar so that they stood evenly and cheerfully, like your copybook. But in the morning, when Ole Lukoye left and Hjalmar woke up, they looked as miserable as before.

Tuesday
As soon as Hjalmar lay down, Ole Lukoye touched the furniture with his magic sprinkler, and all things immediately began to chatter, and they chatted about 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 so modestly stands in the corner and allows herself to be spit on!
Above the chest of drawers hung a large picture in a gilded frame; it depicted a beautiful countryside: tall old trees, grass, flowers, and a wide river running past the palaces, beyond the forest, into the distant sea.
Ole Lukoye touched the picture with a magic sprinkler, and the birds painted on it began to sing, the branches of the trees stirred, and the clouds rushed across the sky; one could even see how their shadow glided over the ground.
Then Ole lifted Hjalmar to the frame, and the boy stood with his feet straight into the tall grass. The sun shone on him through the branches of the trees, he ran to the water and sat down in the boat, which swayed near the shore. The boat was painted red and white, the sails shone like silver, and six swans with golden crowns on their necks and shining blue stars on their heads dragged the boat along green forests, where the trees told of robbers and witches, and the flowers of lovely little elves and about what they heard from butterflies.
The most wonderful fish with silver and golden scales swam behind the boat, dived and splashed their tails in the water; red and blue, big and small birds flew after Hjalmar in two long lines; the mosquitoes danced and the Maybugs hummed:
“Zhuu! Zhuu!”; everyone wanted to see Hjalmar off, and everyone had a story ready for him.
Yes, that was swimming!
The forests either grew thicker and darker, or became like beautiful 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 all these were girls familiar to Hjalmar, with whom he often played.
Each held in her right hand a glorious candied gingerbread pig, such as one rarely buys from a merchant. Hjalmar, swimming past, grabbed one end of the gingerbread, the princess held on tightly to the other, and the gingerbread broke in half; each received his share: Hjalmar - more, the princess - less. All the palaces had little princes on watch; 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 carried him in her arms when he was still a baby, and loved her pet very much. And then he saw her: she bowed, sent him kisses with her hand and sang a pretty song, which she composed herself and sent to Hjalmar:
- My Hjalmar, I remember you
Almost every day, every hour!
I can't say what I want
To see you again at least once!
After all, I rocked you in the cradle,
Taught to walk, talk
And on the cheeks and on the forehead kissed.
Because I don't love you!
And the birds sang along with her, the flowers danced, and the old willows nodded, as if Ole Lukoye was telling a story to them too.

Wednesday
Well, it was raining! Hjalmar heard this terrible noise even in his sleep; when Ole Lukoye opened the window, it turned out that the water was level with the window sill. Whole lake! But a most magnificent ship moored to the very house.
- Would you like to take a walk, Hjalmar? - asked Ole. - You will visit foreign lands at night, and by morning you will be at home again!
And here Hjalmar, dressed up in a festive way, found himself on the ship. The weather immediately cleared up; they sailed through the streets, past the church, and found themselves in the midst of a continuous huge lake. Finally they sailed so far away that the land was completely hidden from view. A flock of storks flew 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 the wings refused to serve him. He flew behind everyone, then lagged behind and began to descend lower and lower on his spread wings, so he waved them once, twice, but in vain ... Soon he touched the mast of the ship. slipped on the tackle and - bang! fell right on deck.
Jung picked him up and put him in a poultry house with chickens, ducks and turkeys. The poor stork stood and looked around dejectedly.
- Look what! - said the chickens.
And the Indian rooster pouted and asked the stork who he was; the ducks backed away, pushing each other with their wings, and quacked: “Fool-cancer! Doom-cancer!”
The stork told them about hot Africa, about the pyramids and ostriches that rush through the desert with the speed of wild horses, but the ducks did not understand anything and again began to push one another:
- Well, aren't you a fool?
- Of course, fool! - said the Indian rooster and muttered angrily.
The stork fell silent and began to think about his Africa.
- What wonderful thin legs you have! - said the Indian rooster. - How much arshin?
- Quack! Quack! Quack! quacked the laughing ducks, but the stork did not seem to hear.
- You could also laugh with us! - said the Indian cock to the stork. - It was very funny! Yes, where is it, for him it is too low! And in general, it cannot be said that he was distinguished by comprehension. Well, let's entertain ourselves!
And the chickens clucked, the ducks quacked, and this amused them terribly.
But Hjalmar went up to the poultry house, opened the door, beckoned to the stork, and he jumped out onto the deck - he had already had time to rest. The stork seemed to bow to Hjalmar as a token of gratitude, waved his wide wings and flew to warm lands. The hens cackled, the ducks quacked, and the Indian rooster puffed up so much that his comb was covered with blood.
- Tomorrow you will be cooked soup! - said Hjalmar and woke up again in his little bed.
They made a glorious journey at night with Ole Lukoye!

Thursday
You know? - said Ole-Lukoye. - Do not be scared! I'll show you a mouse now! “Indeed, he had a 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 in your mother's pantry. Great place, they say!
How can I get through the little hole in the floor? asked Hjalmar.
- Rely on me! - said Ole-Lukoye. He touched the boy with his magic spray, and Hjalmar suddenly began to decrease, decrease, and finally became the size of a finger.
- Now you can borrow a uniform from a tin soldier. In my opinion, such an outfit will suit you quite well: the uniform is so beautiful, and you are going to visit!
- Good! - Hjalmar agreed, changed clothes and became like an exemplary tin soldier.
"Would you like to sit in your mother's thimble?" said the mouse to Hjalmar. - I'll have the honor to take you.
- Oh, what a worry for a freken! - said Hjalmar, and they went to the mouse wedding.
Slipping through a hole gnawed by mice in the floor, they first found themselves in a long narrow corridor, here it was just possible to pass in a thimble. The corridor was brightly lit by rotten things.
- Isn't it a wonderful smell? asked the mouse driver. - The whole corridor is greased! What could be better?
Finally we got to the hall where the wedding was celebrated. To the right, whispering and laughing, stood the mice-ladies, to the left, twisting their mustaches with their paws, the gentle mice, and in the middle, on the eaten-out crust of cheese, the bride and groom themselves towered and kissed in front of everyone. Well, they were engaged and preparing to marry.
And the guests kept coming and coming; the mice almost crushed each other to death, and now the happy couple was pushed back to the very doors, so that no one else could enter or leave. The hall, like the corridor, was all smeared with bacon, and there was no other treat; and for dessert, the guests were surrounded by a pea, on which one relative of the newlyweds gnawed out their names, that is, of course, only the first letters. Miraculous, and only!
oskaskah.ru - site All mice announced that the wedding was magnificent and that they had a very pleasant time.
Hjalmar went home. He had a chance to visit a noble society, although he had to cringe in order and put on the uniform of a tin soldier.

Friday
I just can't believe how many older people there are who fear how they want to get me to their place! - said Ole-Lukoye. - Those who have done something wrong especially desire it. “Good, dear Ole,” they tell me, “we just can’t 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 breath. - Good night, Ole! Money on the window!” Yes, money to me! I don't go to anyone for money!
- What are we going to do tonight? asked Hjalmar.
- Would you like to attend the 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 Berta; and today is the doll's birthday, and therefore many gifts are being prepared!
- I know I know! Hjalmar said. - As soon as the dolls need a new dress, the sister is now celebrating their birth or wedding. It's already been a hundred times!
- Yes, and tonight will be the hundred and first, and, therefore, the last! That is why something extraordinary is being prepared. Look!
Hjalmar glanced at the table. There was a house made of cardboard: the windows were lit, and all the tin soldiers were holding guns on guard. The bride and groom sat thoughtfully on the floor, leaning against the leg of the table: yes, they had something to think about! Ole Lukoye, dressed up in his grandmother's black skirt, married them.
Then the young people received gifts, but they refused the treat: they were full of their love.
- Well, shall we go now to the dacha or shall we go abroad? - asked the young.
An experienced traveler, a swallow, and an old hen, who had already been a mother 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 such colors that they have no idea about here.
- But there is no our curly cabbage! - said the chicken. - Since I spent the summer with all my chickens in the country; there was a whole heap of sand in which we could dig and dig as much as we wanted! And the entrance to the cabbage garden was also open to us! Oh, how green she was! Do not know. what could be more beautiful!
- Why, heads of cabbage look like two drops of water! - said the swallow. “Besides, bad weather happens here so often.
- Well, you can get used to it! - said the chicken.
- And how cold it is! Look, you'll freeze! Terribly cold!
- That's good for cabbage! - said the chicken. - Yes, in the end, and we are warm! After all, four years ago summer stood with us for five whole weeks! Yes, what a fever it was! Everyone gasped! By the way, we don't have poisonous creatures like you have there! No robbers! You have to be a renegade not to find our country the best in the world! Such unworthy to live in it! - The chicken was crying. - I've traveled too, after all! A whole twelve miles traveled in a barrel! And there is no pleasure in traveling!
- Yes, a chicken is quite a worthy person! said Bertha the doll. - I also do not like to ride in the mountains - up and down! No, we will move to a dacha in the village, where there is a sand pile, and we will walk in the garden with cabbage.
That's what they decided on.

Saturday
Will you tell today? asked Hjalmar, as soon as Ole Lukoye 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 it will be necessary to dress up the whole world for tomorrow! Ole continued. - Tomorrow is a holiday, Sunday! I have to go to the bell tower to see if the church dwarfs have cleaned all the bells, otherwise they will ring badly tomorrow; then it is necessary in the field - to see if the wind has swept away the dust from the grass and leaves. But the most difficult work is yet to come: it is necessary to remove from the sky and clean up all the stars. I collect them in my apron, but I have to number each star and each hole where it sat, so that later I can put each one in its place, otherwise they will not hold on and will fall from the sky one after another!
- Listen, Mr. Ole Lukoye! said an old portrait hanging on the wall suddenly. - I am the great-grandfather of Hjalmar and I am very grateful to you for telling the boy fairy tales; but you must not pervert his concepts. Stars cannot be removed from the sky and cleaned. The stars are the same celestial bodies like our Earth, that's why they are good!
- Thank you, great-grandfather! Ole Lukoye replied. - Thanks! You are the head of the family, the ancestor, but I am still older than you! I am an old pagan; the Romans and Greeks called me the god of dreams! I have had and still have access to the noblest houses, and I know how to deal with both the big ones and the small ones. Now you can tell 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
hello evening! - said Ole-Lukoye. 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 you tell me a story about five green peas born in one pod, about a cock’s foot that looked after a chicken’s foot, and about a darning needle that imagined itself to be a sewing needle.
- Well, no, a good little bit! - said Ole-Lukoye. - I'd better show you something. I'll show you my brother, his name is also Ole Lukoye. But he knows only two fairy tales: one is incomparably good, and the other is so terrible that ... no, it’s even impossible to say how!
Here Ole Lukoye lifted Hjalmar, brought him to the window and said:
- Now you will see my brother, another Ole Lukoye. The caftan on it is all embroidered with silver, which is your hussar uniform; a black velvet cloak flutters behind her shoulders! Look how he jumps!
And Hjalmar saw another Ole-Lukoye rushing at full speed and putting both old and small on his horse. Some he seated in front of him, others behind him; but first he asked everyone:
- What are your marks for behavior?
- Good ones! - everyone answered.
- Show me! he said.
I had to show and those who had excellent or good marks, he put in front of him and told them a wonderful tale, and those who had mediocre or bad marks, behind him, and these had to listen to a terrible tale. They were shaking with fear, crying and wanted to jump off the horse, but they could not - they immediately grew strong to the saddle.
- And I'm not afraid of him at all! Hjalmar said.
- Yes, and there is nothing to be afraid of! Ole said. - Just make sure you always have good grades!
- This is instructive! muttered the great-grandfather's portrait. - All the same, it means that sometimes it does not interfere with expressing your opinion.
He was very pleased.
That's the whole story about Ole Lukoye! And in the evening, let him tell you something else.

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