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About the fairy tale

Is Ole Lukkoye a good or bad character?

The famous Danish writer Hans Christian Andersen wrote a tale about a mysterious hero, taken from old folk tales. Only grandparents knew about him, and mystical stories about the little man were passed down from generation to generation. The kind storyteller Andersen introduced the whole world to this mystical creature, and now children from all over the world know that at night a mysterious wizard comes to them with two umbrellas.

Ole Lukkoye and children's dreams

Researchers, connoisseurs of Danish literature, compare the fictional man with the Greek god Morpheus himself. His name means "Close your eyes", and he comes to visit only to little restless children.

Ole Lukoye is dressed very beautifully, his caftan shimmers with rainbow colors, striped stockings and tiny boots on his legs. When the little man comes into the room of his familiar boy Hjalmar, he takes off his shoes and sneaks up to the bed on tiptoe.

To make the boy fall asleep, he injects sweet milk into his eyes, and then gently blows into the back of his head. The child quickly falls asleep, and the wizard opens his colored umbrella and takes the sleeping baby into the world of colored dreams and fantasies.

Ole came to Hjalmar every evening for a week, and every day showed him new unexplored countries. How was it? That's how:

- On Monday, Ole Lukkoye decorated the boy's room with magical flowers and trees. The flowers were sweet as honey, and thick and tasty crumpets grew on the branches. Only the letters and numbers in Hjalmar's notebook complained about his poor spelling.

- On Tuesday, Ole revived the drawing in the picture with a magic sprinkler, and the boy went sailing in a small and cozy boat. He saw white swans in golden crowns, caught silver fish with his hands, and real princesses were waiting for him on the shore with sweet gingerbread in their hands.

- On Wednesday, Hjalmar went by ship to the open sea. He saw the transparent waters of the ocean and flocks of birds that flew over his head. One stork landed on the deck and the sailor put him in a cage. He, the little boy, released the big bird into the wild and woke up in the morning absolutely happy.

- On Thursday, Ole reduced Hjalmar to the size of a field mouse, and together they went to the big mouse wedding. It was very funny and noisy there, and the boy put on the uniform of a tin soldier and felt like a fairytale hero.

- On Friday, the boy again got to the solemn wedding. This time, his sister's dolls decided to get married, but could not decide where to go after the wedding. The swallow advised to go to warm countries, and the wise chicken said that there is nothing better than a large homemade heap and delicious cabbage.

- On Saturday Ole opened a colored umbrella with Chinese dummies for Hjalmar, and he went to make the world cleaner and better. After all, tomorrow is Sunday, and everything should be ready for the holiday: the grass is washed, the bells in the church and the stars in the sky are polished to a mirror shine.

- On Sunday Ole Lukkoye rested, but managed to introduce the boy to his twin brother. The second Ole Lukkoye traveled all the time around the world and rolled everyone on his fast horse. Only kind and good people he planted in front, and capricious and harmful behind.

Hjalmar was interested in the kind wizard, and he managed to become attached to his little mysterious friend. And Ole promised the guy that when he grows up and does good deeds, he will always have beautiful fabulous dreams.

Note to parents!

The tale about the Danish magician Ole Lukkoye is mysterious, a little frightening, but very instructive. Loving, caring parents should definitely read this picture book to their child, or make a schoolchild sit down to read this unusual fairy tale online. After meeting the mystical character, the guys will definitely put their books and notebooks in order, begin to correctly print letters and want to do good and useful deeds every day.

No one in the world knows as many stories as Ole Lukkoye. Here is a master of storytelling!

In the evening, when the children sit quietly at the table or on their benches, Ole Lukkoye appears. In stockings alone, he quietly climbs the stairs, then carefully opens the door, quietly steps into the room and slightly sprinkles sweet milk in the eyes of the children. The children's eyelids begin to stick together, and they can no longer make out Ole, and he sneaks up on them from behind and starts blowing lightly on the back of their heads. Blow - and their heads will get heavy now. It doesn't hurt at all - Ole Lukkoye has no malice; he only wants the children to calm down, and for this they must be put to bed! Well, he will lay them down, and then he begins to tell stories.

He opens it over good children, and then they dream of fairy tales all night long, another one is quite simple, smooth - he opens it over bad children; well, they sleep all night like dead people, and in the morning it turns out that they and they have seen absolutely nothing in their dreams!

Let us hear how Ole Lukkoye 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 Lukkoye, putting Hjalmar to bed, - now we will decorate the room!

And in an instant, all the indoor flowers turned into large trees, which stretched 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 the taste (if only you wanted to try it) was sweeter than jam; the fruit shone like gold. There were also crumpets on the trees, which almost burst from the raisin filling. What a miracle it is!

Suddenly, horrible groans arose in the drawer of the desk where Hjalmar's study supplies were.

What is there? - said Ole Lukkoye, went and opened the drawer.

What is there?

It turns out that the slate board tore and threw: an error crept into the solution of the problem written on it, and all the calculations were about to fall apart; the pencil leaped and jumped on its string like a dog: he really wanted to help the cause, but he could not. Hyalmar's notebook also moaned loudly, listening to it was just awful! On each page there were large letters, and next to them were small letters, and so in a whole column one under the other - it was a copy; others walked to the side, imagining that they were holding on 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! - said the recipe. - So, with a slight tilt to the right!

Oh, we would be glad, - answered the letters of Hyalmar, - but we cannot! We are so inferior!

So you need to tighten up a little! - said Ole Lukkoye.

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

Well, now we have no time for stories! - said Ole Lukkoye. - Let's practice! One or two! One or two!

And he brought all the letters of Hjalmar so that they stood already exactly and vigorously, like your script. But in the morning, when Ole Lukkoye left and Hjalmar woke up, they looked as pathetic as before. Tuesday

As soon as Hjalmar lay down, Ole Lukkoye touched the furniture with his magic sprinkler, and all things at once began to chat, and they chatted about themselves - everything except the spittoon; This one was silent and was angry with herself at their vanity: they only talk about themselves and about themselves and would not even think about the one who so modestly stands in the corner and allows herself to spit!

Above the dresser hung a large painting in a gilded frame; it depicted a beautiful landscape: tall old trees, grass, flowers and a wide river that ran past the palaces behind the forest, into the distant sea.

Ole Lukkoye touched the painting with his magic spray, and the birds painted on it sang, the branches of the trees stirred, and the clouds rushed across the sky; you could even see their shadow sliding across 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 in a boat that swayed along the shore. The boat was painted red and white, the sails glittered like silver, and six swans with golden crowns around their necks and shining blue stars on their heads dragged the boat along the green forests, where trees told about robbers and witches, and flowers - about lovely little elves and about what they heard from butterflies.

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

Yes, that was swimming!

The forests sometimes thickened and darkened, sometimes they became like beautiful gardens, illuminated by the sun and strewn with flowers. Large crystal and marble palaces towered on the banks of the river; princesses stood on their balconies, and they were all girls familiar to Hjalmar, with whom he often played.

Each held in her right hand a glorious sugared gingerbread pig - the kind you rarely buy from a merchant. Hjalmar, passing by, grabbed one end of the gingerbread, the princess held on tightly to the other, and the gingerbread would break in half; each got his share: Hjalmar more, the princess less. All the palaces had little princes on the clock; 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 air kisses with her hand and sang a pretty song, which she herself folded and sent to Hjalmar:

My Hjalmar, I remember you

Almost every day, every hour!

I can’t say how I wish

See you again at least once!

After all, I rocked you in the cradle,

Taught to walk, talk

She kissed her cheeks and forehead.

Since I don’t love you!

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

Well, it was raining! Hjalmar heard this terrible noise even in his sleep; when Ole Lukkoye opened the window, it turned out that the water was on a level with the window sill. The whole lake! On the other hand, a splendid ship moored to the house itself.

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

And then Hjalmar, dressed in a festive way, found himself on the ship. The weather cleared up at once; they sailed through the streets, past the church, and found themselves in the midst of a solid huge lake. Finally they sailed away so far that the earth was completely hidden from sight. A flock of storks rushed across the skies; they, too, 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 on his spread wings lower and lower, so he swung them once, twice, but in vain ... Soon he touched the mast of the ship, slid along the tackle and - bang! - fell directly onto the deck.

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

Look what! - said the chickens.

And the Indian cock pouted and asked the stork who he was; the ducks backed away, pushing each other with their wings, and quacking: “Dur-cancer! Dur-cancer! "

The stork told them about hot Africa, about 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, isn't he a fool?

Of course you are a fool! said the Indian cock 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 is an arshin?

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

Could you laugh with us too! - said the Indian cock to the stork. - It was said very funny! Yes, where there,

then this is too vile! And in general it cannot be said that he was distinguished by intelligence. Well, let's amuse ourselves!

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

But Hjalmar went to the poultry house, opened the door, beckoned to the stork, and he jumped onto the deck - he had already had time to rest. The stork seemed to bow to Hjalmar in gratitude, flapped its wide wings and flew to warm lands. The chickens cackled, the ducks quacked, and the Indian cock pouted so hard that his scallop was full of blood.

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

They made a glorious journey at night with Ole Lukkoye! Thursday You know what? - said Ole Lukkoye.

Do not be scared! I'll show you the 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. A wonderful room, they say!

How am I going to crawl through the little hole in the floor? Hjalmar asked.

Rely on me! - said Ole Lukkoye.

He touched the boy with his magic sprinkler, and Hjalmar suddenly began to shrink, shrink, and finally became the size of a finger.

You can now borrow the Tin Soldier's Tunic. In my opinion, such an outfit will suit you perfectly: the uniform paints it like that, and you go to visit!

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

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

Ah, what a disquiet for Miss! - said Hjalmar, and they drove off to the mouse wedding.

Having slipped through the hole gnawed by the mice in the floor, they first found themselves in a long narrow corridor, where it was just possible to drive through in a thimble. The corridor was brightly lit with rot.

Isn't it a wonderful smell? - asked the mouse-driver. - The whole 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, stood the dame mice, to the left, twirling their mustaches, - mice-gentlemen, and in the middle, on the eaten crust of cheese, the bride and groom themselves towered and kissed in front of everyone. Well, they were engaged and getting ready to get married.

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

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

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

I just can't believe how many elderly people there are who fear how they want to get me to their place! - said OleLukoye. - Those who have done something wrong especially wish this. “Kind, dear Ole,” they tell me, “we simply cannot close our eyes, lie awake all night long and see all our bad deeds around us. They, like nasty little trolls, sit at the edge of the bed and spray boiling water on us. If only you would come and chase them away. We would love to pay you, Ole! they add with a deep sigh. - Good night, Ole! Money on the window! " What money do I need! I don't come to anyone for money!

What are we going to do tonight? Hjalmar asked.

Would you like to attend the wedding again? Just not the same as yesterday. Your sister's big doll, the one dressed as a boy and called Herman, wants to marry the doll Bertha; and even today is the birthday of the doll, 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 is now celebrating their birth or wedding. It’s been a hundred times!

Yes, and tonight there will be one hundred and first, and, therefore, the last! That is why something extraordinary is being prepared. Take a look!

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

Then the young people received gifts, but they refused the treat: they were fed up with their love.

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

An experienced traveler, a swallow and an old hen, which had already been a brood hen five times, were invited to the council. The swallow talked about warm lands, where juicy, heavy clusters 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 kale is not there! - said the chicken. - Once I spent the summer in the country with all my chickens; there was a whole bunch of sand in which we could rummage and dig as much as we wanted! And also the entrance to the vegetable garden with cabbage was opened for us! Oh, how green she was! I don’t know what could be more beautiful!

Why, the swings are as alike as two drops of water! - said the swallow. “Besides, there is so often bad weather here.

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

And how cold it is! Just look, you'll freeze! Terribly cold!

That's good for cabbage! - said the chicken. - Yes, in the end, and we have warmth! After all, four years ago, summer stood with us for five whole weeks! Yes, what a heat it was! Everyone was suffocating! By the way, we don't have poisonous creatures like you have there! There are no robbers! You have to be a renegade so as not to find our country the best in the world! So unworthy to live in it! - Then the chicken began to cry. - I also traveled, of course! Traveled twelve miles in a barrel! And there is no pleasure in traveling!

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

On that and decided.

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

There is no time today! - answered Ole 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 the little Chinese stood and nodded their heads.

Today it will be necessary to dress up the whole world for tomorrow! - continued Ole. - Tomorrow is a holiday, Sunday! I have to go to the bell tower to see if the church dwarfs have cleaned all the bells, or they will ring badly tomorrow; then you have to go to the field to see if the wind swept the dust from the grass and leaves. The most difficult work is still ahead: 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 every star and every hole where she sat, then to put each in its place, otherwise they will not hold and SHALL fall from the sky one after another!

Listen to you, Mr. Ole Lukkoye! - said the old portrait hanging on the wall. - I am Hjalmar's great-grandfather and I am very grateful to you for telling the boy fairy tales; but you must not pervert his concepts. The stars cannot be removed from the sky and cleaned. The stars are the same celestial bodies as our Earth, that is why they are good!

Thank you great-grandfather! - answered Ole-Lukkoye. - 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 had and still have an entrance to the noblest houses and I know how to deal with both large and small. You can tell it yourself now!

And Ole Lukkoye left, taking his umbrella under his arm.

Well, you really can't express your opinion! - said the old portrait.

Then Hjalmar woke up. Sunday

Good evening! - said Ole Lukkoye.

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

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

Well no, a little bit pretty! - said OleLukoye. “I'd better show you something. I will show you my brother, his name is also Ole Lukkoye. But he knows only two fairy tales: one is incredibly good, and the other is so terrible that ... no, it's impossible even to say how!

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

Now you will see my brother, another Ole Lukkoye. His caftan is all embroidered with silver, which is your hussar's uniform; a black velvet cloak flutters over my shoulders! Look how he gallops!

And Hjalmar saw how the other OleLukoye was racing at full speed and put both old and small on his horse. Some he sat in front of him, others behind; but at first he asked everyone:

What are your grades for behavior?

Good ones! - all answered.

Show me! - he said.

I had to show; and those who had excellent or good grades, he sat in front of him and told them a wonderful tale, and those who had mediocre or bad grades - 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 tightly to the saddle.

And I am not at all afraid of him! said Hjalmar.

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. - All the same, it means that sometimes it does not interfere with expressing your opinion.

He was very pleased.

Here is the whole story about Ole Lukkoye! And in the evening, let him tell you something else.