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There were once twenty-five tin soldiers, mother's brothers - an old tin spoon, a gun on his shoulder, a straight head, a red and blue uniform - well, what a charm for soldiers! The first words they heard when they opened their box house were: "Ah, tin soldiers!" It was shouted, clapping his hands, by a little boy who was presented with tin soldiers on his birthday. And he immediately began to arrange them on the table. All the soldiers were exactly the same, except for one, which was with one leg. He was cast last, and the tin was a little short, but he stood on his foot as firmly as the others on two; and he just turned out to be the most remarkable of all.
On the table where the soldiers found themselves, there were many different toys, but the palace made of cardboard was most striking. Through the small windows one could see the palace chambers; in front of the palace, around a small mirror that depicted a lake, there were trees, and wax swans swam and admired their reflection on the lake. All this was a miracle, how sweet, but the sweetest of all was the young lady who stood on the very threshold of the palace. She, too, was cut out of paper and dressed in a skirt of the finest cambric; over her shoulder was a narrow blue ribbon in the form of a scarf, and on her chest sparkled a rosette the size of the face of the young lady herself. The young lady stood on one leg, arms outstretched - she was a dancer - and raised the other leg so high that our soldier did not see her, and thought that the beauty was also one-legged, like him.
“I wish I had such a wife! he thought. - Only she, apparently, from the nobles, lives in the palace, and I only have that box, and even then there are twenty-five of us packed in it, she does not belong there! But it doesn't hurt to get to know each other."
And he hid behind a snuffbox, which stood right there on the table; from here he could perfectly see the lovely dancer, who was still standing on one leg, not losing her balance.
Late in the evening, all the other tin soldiers were put in a box, and all the people in the house went to bed. Now the toys themselves began to play as guests, at war and at the ball. The tin soldiers began to knock on the walls of the box - they also wanted to play, but they could not lift the lids. The Nutcracker tumbled, the lead wrote on the board; there was such a noise and uproar that the canary woke up and also spoke, and even in verse! Only the dancer and the tin soldier did not budge: she still held on to her outstretched toe, stretching her arms forward, he stood cheerfully and did not take his eyes off her.
It struck twelve. Click! - the snuffbox opened.
There was no tobacco, but a little black troll was sitting; the snuffbox was with a focus!
Tin soldier, - said the troll, - there is nothing for you to look at!
The tin soldier didn't seem to hear.
Well, wait! - said the troll.
In the morning the children got up and put the tin soldier on the window.
Suddenly - whether by the grace of a troll or from a draft - the window flew open, and our soldier flew headlong down from the third floor - only his ears whistled! A minute - and he was already standing on the pavement with his foot up: his head in a helmet and a gun were stuck between the pavement stones.
The boy and the maid immediately ran out in search, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not find the soldier; they almost stepped on him with their feet, and yet they did not notice him. He shouts to them: "I'm here!" - they, of course, would immediately find him, but he considered it indecent to shout in the street, he wore a uniform!
It started to rain; stronger, stronger, finally poured downpour. When it cleared up again, two street boys came.
Look! - said one. - There is a tin soldier! Let's send him sailing!
And they made a boat out of newsprint, put a tin soldier in it and let it into the groove. The boys themselves ran around and clapped their hands. Well well! That's how the waves went along the groove! The current carried on - no wonder after such a downpour!
The boat was thrown and turned in all directions, so that the tin soldier was trembling all over, but he held on steadfastly: a gun on his shoulder, head straight, chest forward!
The boat was carried under the long walkways: it became so dark, as if the soldier had again fallen into the box.
“Where is it taking me? he thought. - Yes, it's all the jokes of the ugly troll! Oh, if that beauty were sitting with me in the boat - for me, be at least twice as dark!
At that moment, a large rat jumped out from under the bridge.
Do you have a passport? she asked. - Give me your passport!
But the tin soldier was silent and clutched his gun even tighter. The boat was carried away, and the rat swam after it. Wu! How she gnashed her teeth and shouted to the chips and straws floating towards:
Hold it, hold it! He did not pay the duty, did not show his passport!
But the current carried the boat faster and faster, and the tin soldier had already seen the light ahead, when he suddenly heard such a terrible noise that any brave man would have chickened out. Imagine, at the end of the bridge, the water from the groove rushed into a large channel! It was as scary for the soldier as it was for us to rush in a boat to a large waterfall.
But the soldier was carried farther and farther, it was impossible to stop. The boat with the soldier slid down; the poor fellow was as steadfast as ever, and did not even bat an eyelid. The boat spun... One, two - filled with water to the brim and began to sink. The tin soldier found himself up to his neck in the water; further more ... the water covered him with his head! Then he thought of his beauty: not to see him again. In his ears sounded:
Strive forward, o warrior,
And meet death calmly!
The paper was torn, and the tin soldier was about to sink, but at the same moment he was swallowed by a fish. What darkness! Worse than under the bridges, and even fear how crowded! But the tin soldier held firm and lay stretched out at full length, holding his gun tightly to him.
The fish darted back and forth, made the most amazing jumps, but suddenly froze, as if lightning had struck it. A light flashed and someone shouted: "Tin soldier!" The fact is that the fish was caught, brought to the market, then it got into the kitchen, and the cook cut open her belly with a large knife. The cook took the tin soldier by the waist with two fingers and carried him into the room, where all the households ran to look at the wonderful traveler. But the tin soldier was not at all proud. They put him on the table, and - something that does not happen in the world! - he found himself in the same room, saw the same children, the same toys and a wonderful palace with a lovely little dancer. She still stood on one leg, holding the other high. That's so resilience! The tin soldier was touched and nearly burst into tears with tin, but that would have been indecent, and he restrained himself. He looked at her, she at him, but they did not say a word.
Suddenly one of the boys grabbed a tin soldier and for no reason threw him right into the stove. It must have been a troll setting it all up! The tin soldier stood engulfed in flames: he was terribly hot, from fire or love - he himself did not know. The colors have completely peeled off from him, he has shed all over; who knows from what - from the road or from grief? He looked at the dancer, she looked at him, and he felt that he was melting, but he still held on steadfastly, with a gun on his shoulder. Suddenly the door in the room flew open, the wind picked up the dancer, and like a sylph, she fluttered right into the stove to the tin soldier, flared up at once and - the end! And the tin soldier melted and melted into a lump. The next day the maid was raking the ashes out of the stove and found a small pewter heart; from the dancer, only one rosette was left, and even that one was all burned and blackened like coal.
Once upon a time, there were twenty-five tin soldiers who were cast from one large tin spoon, and therefore they all looked like brothers, with guns on their shoulders and in identical red and blue uniforms. All but the last one, the twenty-fifth... There wasn't enough tin for him, and so he only had one leg. But on this one leg he stood as firmly as the rest on two.
The steadfast Tin Soldier loved the little Dancer, who stood on one leg in front of her toy castle - and, if you looked from the box in which the soldiers lived, it seemed that she, too, had only one leg. The soldier thought that she would make an ideal wife for him.
But the Troll, living in a snuffbox, old and wise, was jealous of the beauty for the little Tin Soldier and prophesied a terrible misfortune for him.
But the Tin Soldier was steadfast and paid no attention to him.
And now, through the fault of the evil Troll, or by itself, this is what happened. The next morning, when Soldier was standing on the windowsill, a gust of wind suddenly blew him away, and he flew down, right onto the pavement, where he got stuck between two cobblestones.
The little boy, the owner of the toys, and the maid went out into the street and searched for a soldier for a long time. But, although they almost stepped on him, they still did not see ... Soon it began to rain, and they had to return to the house. And the Tin Soldier lay on the pavement and was sad. After all, he did not know if he would ever see his beautiful Dancer again ...
When the rain stopped, two boys appeared on the street.
- Look, tin soldier! - said one. - Let's send him to the sea!
And so they made a boat out of the newspaper, put the Soldier in it and let it swim into the gutter.
God save me! thought the Tin Soldier. - What terrible waves, and the current is so strong!
But, despite the fear, he stood still just as straight and steadfast.
And the boat floated and floated along the gutter and suddenly slipped into the sewer pipe. There was darkness even to gouge out the eye, and the poor little Soldier saw absolutely nothing.
"Where am I going?" he thought. "This evil Troll is to blame for everything. Oh, if only my little Dancer was with me, I would become ten times braver!"
And the boat sailed on and on, and now a light dawned ahead. The water from the pipe, it turns out, flowed directly into the river. And the boat spun like a top, and with it the Tin Soldier. And then the paper boat scooped up the side of the water, got wet and began to sink.
When the water closed over his head, the Soldier thought of a little dancer... Then the paper got completely wet. But suddenly the Soldier was swallowed by a big fish.
In the stomach of the fish it was even darker than in the sewer pipe, but the courage did not leave Soldier. And then the fish began to thrash and twitch.
But then the fish calmed down, then a bright light flashed and someone's voice exclaimed: - Look, it's a soldier!
It turns out that the fish was caught, taken to the market, and there it was bought by a cook from the very house where all the adventures of our Soldier began. He was carried back to the nursery, where the little Dancer was already waiting for him.
Fairy tale The Steadfast Tin Soldier read:
There used to be twenty-five tin soldiers, mother's brothers - an old tin spoon, a gun on his shoulder, a straight head, a red and blue uniform - well, what a charm for soldiers! The first words they heard when they opened their box house were: "Ah, tin soldiers!" It was shouted, clapping his hands, by a little boy who was presented with tin soldiers on his birthday. And he immediately began to arrange them on the table. All the soldiers were exactly the same, except for one, which was with one leg. He was cast last, and the tin was a little short, but he stood on his foot as firmly as the others on two; and he just turned out to be the most remarkable of all.
On the table where the soldiers found themselves, there were many different toys, but the palace made of cardboard was most striking. Through the small windows one could see the palace chambers; in front of the palace, around a small mirror that depicted a lake, there were trees, and wax swans swam and admired their reflection on the lake. All this was a miracle, how sweet, but the sweetest of all was the young lady who stood on the very threshold of the palace. She, too, was cut out of paper and dressed in a skirt of the finest cambric; over her shoulder was a narrow blue ribbon in the form of a scarf, and on her chest sparkled a rosette the size of the face of the young lady herself. The young lady stood on one leg, her arms outstretched - she was a dancer - and raised the other leg so high that our soldier did not see her, and thought that the beauty was also one-legged, like him.
“I wish I had such a wife! he thought. “Only she, apparently, from the nobility, lives in the palace, and I only have that box, and even then there are twenty-five of us packed in it, she doesn’t belong there!” But it doesn't hurt to get to know each other."
And he hid behind a snuffbox, which stood right there on the table; from here he could perfectly see the lovely dancer, who was still standing on one leg, not losing her balance.
Late in the evening, all the other tin soldiers were put in a box, and all the people in the house went to bed. Now the toys themselves began to play as guests, at war and at the ball. The tin soldiers began to knock on the sides of the box - they also wanted to play, but they could not lift the lids. The Nutcracker tumbled, the lead wrote on the board; there was such a noise and uproar that the canary woke up and also spoke, and even in verse! Only the dancer and the tin soldier did not budge: she still held on to her outstretched toe, stretching her arms forward, he stood cheerfully and did not take his eyes off her.
It struck twelve. Click! — The box opened.
There was no tobacco, but a little black troll was sitting; the snuffbox was with a focus!
- Tin soldier, - said the troll, - you don’t need to look!
The tin soldier didn't seem to hear.
- Well, wait! the troll said.
In the morning the children got up and put the tin soldier on the window.
Suddenly - whether by the grace of a troll or from a draft - the window flew open, and our soldier flew headlong down from the third floor - only his ears whistled! A minute - and he was already standing on the pavement with his foot up: his head in a helmet and a gun were stuck between the pavement stones.
The boy and the maid immediately ran out in search, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not find the soldier; they almost stepped on him with their feet, and yet they did not notice him. He shouts to them: "I'm here!" - they, of course, would immediately find him, but he considered it indecent to shout in the street, he wore a uniform!
It started to rain; stronger, stronger, finally poured downpour. When it cleared up again, two street boys came.
— Look! one said. "There's the tin soldier!" Let's send him sailing!
And they made a boat out of newsprint, put a tin soldier in it and let it into the groove.
The boys themselves ran around and clapped their hands. Well well! That's how the waves went along the groove! The current carried on - no wonder after such a downpour!
The boat was thrown and turned in all directions, so that the tin soldier was trembling all over, but he held on steadfastly: a gun on his shoulder, head straight, chest forward!
The boat was carried under the long walkways: it became so dark, as if the soldier had again fallen into the box.
“Where is it taking me? he thought. Yes, it's all the jokes of the nasty troll! Oh, if that beauty were sitting with me in the boat - for me, be at least twice as dark!
At that moment, a large rat jumped out from under the bridge.
- Do you have a passport? she asked. - Get your passport!
But the tin soldier was silent and clutched his gun even tighter. The boat was carried away, and the rat swam after it. Wu! How she gnashed her teeth and shouted to the chips and straws floating towards:
- Hold it, hold it! He did not pay the duty, did not show his passport!
But the current carried the boat faster and faster, and the tin soldier had already seen the light ahead, when he suddenly heard such a terrible noise that any brave man would have chickened out. Imagine, at the end of the bridge, the water from the groove rushed into a large channel! It was as scary for the soldier as it was for us to rush in a boat to a large waterfall.
But the soldier was carried farther and farther, it was impossible to stop. The boat with the soldier slid down; the poor fellow was as steadfast as ever, and did not even bat an eyelid. The boat spun… One, two — filled with water to the brim and began to sink. The tin soldier found himself up to his neck in the water; further more ... the water covered him with his head! Then he thought of his beauty: not to see him again. In his ears sounded:
Strive forward, o warrior,
And meet death calmly!
The paper was torn, and the tin soldier was about to sink, but at the same moment he was swallowed by a fish.
What darkness! Worse than under the bridges, and even fear how crowded! But the tin soldier held firm and lay stretched out at full length, holding his gun tightly to him.
The fish darted back and forth, made the most amazing jumps, but suddenly froze, as if lightning had struck it. A light flashed and someone shouted: "Tin soldier!"
The fact is that the fish was caught, brought to the market, then it got into the kitchen, and the cook cut open her belly with a large knife. The cook took the tin soldier by the waist with two fingers and carried him into the room, where all the households ran to look at the wonderful traveler. But the tin soldier was not at all proud. They put him on the table, and - something that does not happen in the world! - he found himself in the same room, saw the same children, the same toys and a wonderful palace with a lovely little dancer. She still stood on one leg, holding the other high. That's so resilience! The tin soldier was touched and nearly burst into tears with tin, but that would have been indecent, and he restrained himself. He looked at her, she at him, but they did not say a word.
Suddenly one of the boys grabbed a tin soldier and for no reason threw him right into the stove. It must have been a troll setting it all up! The tin soldier stood engulfed in flames: he was terribly hot, from fire or love - he himself did not know. The colors have completely peeled off from him, he has shed all over; who knows from what - from the road or from grief? He looked at the dancer, she looked at him, and he felt that he was melting, but he still held on steadfastly, with a gun on his shoulder. Suddenly the door in the room flung open, the wind picked up the dancer, and like a sylph, she fluttered right into the stove to the tin soldier, flared up at once and - the end!
And the tin soldier melted and melted into a lump. The next day the maid was raking the ashes out of the stove and found a small pewter heart; from the dancer, only one rosette was left, and even that one was all burned and blackened like coal.
The Steadfast Tin Soldier is the work of G. H. Andersen, famous all over the world and loved by hundreds of children. It tells about a tin soldier, for whom there was not enough tin, and he remained one-legged. This did not prevent him from being an excellent warrior. When the box of tin soldiers was presented to the boy, he placed them on the table. Here the one-legged soldier saw a beautiful paper dancer, and all the time he looked at her, and she at him. The evil troll did not like this, and he brought a lot of trouble to the soldier. How the story ended, find out with your child from a fairy tale about love, good and evil, perseverance and faith in one's own strength.
There were once twenty-five tin soldiers in the world, all brothers, because they were born from an old tin spoon. A gun on his shoulder, looking straight ahead, and what a magnificent uniform - red and blue! They lay in a box, and when the lid was removed, the first thing they heard was:
— Oh, tin soldiers!
It was a little boy who screamed and clapped his hands. They were given to him for his birthday, and he immediately arranged them on the table.
All the soldiers turned out to be exactly the same, and only one was a little different from the rest: he had only one leg, because he was cast last, and there was not enough tin. But even on one leg he stood as firmly as the rest on two, and now a wonderful story will happen to him.
There were many other toys on the table where the soldiers ended up, but the most noticeable was a beautiful palace made of cardboard. Through the small windows one could look directly into the halls. In front of the palace, around a small mirror that depicted a lake, there were trees, and wax swans swam across the lake and looked into it.
It was all very sweet, but the sweetest of all was the girl who stood at the door of the castle. She, too, was cut out of paper, but her skirt was of the finest cambric; over her shoulder was a narrow blue ribbon, like a scarf, and on her chest sparkled a sparkle no smaller than the head of the girl herself. The girl stood on one leg, her arms stretched out in front of her - she was a dancer - and threw the other so high that the tin soldier did not see her, and therefore decided that she was also one-legged, like him.
“I wish I had such a wife! he thought. “Only she, you see, from the noble ones, lives in the palace, and I only have something like a box, and even then there are twenty-five of us in it, there’s no place for her there!” But you can meet!
And he hid behind a snuffbox, which was right there on the table. From here he had a perfect view of the lovely dancer.
In the evening, all the other tin soldiers, except for him alone, were placed in a box, and the people in the house went to bed. And the toys themselves began to play - and on a visit, and in the war, and in the ball. The tin soldiers stirred in the box, because they also wanted to play, but they could not lift the lid. The Nutcracker tumbled, the stylus danced across the board. There was such a noise and uproar that the canary woke up and how it whistled, and not just, but in verse! Only the tin soldier and the dancer did not move. She still stood on one toe, her arms outstretched, and he stood bravely on his only leg and did not take his eyes off her.
It struck twelve, and - click! - the lid of the snuff box bounced off, only it turned out not to be tobacco, no, but a small black troll. The snuffbox was with a focus.
“Tin soldier,” said the troll, “don’t look where you don’t belong!”
But the tin soldier pretended not to hear.
- Well, wait, here comes the morning! the troll said.
And the morning came; the children got up and put the tin soldier on the windowsill. Suddenly, by the grace of a troll, or from a draft, the window will burst open, and the soldier will fly headfirst from the third floor! It was a terrible flight. The soldier threw bliss into the air, stuck his helmet and bayonet between the stones of the pavement, and stuck upside down.
The boy and the maid immediately ran out to look for him, but they could not see him, although they almost stepped on him with their feet. He shouts to them: "I'm here!" - they probably would have found him, but it just didn’t become a soldier to shout at the top of his lungs - after all, he was wearing a uniform.
It began to rain, the drops fell more and more often, and finally a real downpour poured. When it was over, two street boys came.
— Look! one said. "There's the tin soldier!" Let's send him to the sea!
And they made a boat out of newsprint, put a tin soldier in it, and it floated through the gutter. The boys ran around and clapped their hands. Fathers, what waves were moving along the ditch, what a swift current it was! Still, after such a downpour!
The ship was thrown up and down and turned so that the tin soldier trembled all over, but he held on steadfastly - a gun on his shoulder, head straight, chest forward.
Suddenly the ship dived under a long walkway across a ditch. It became so dark, as if the soldier had fallen into the box again.
“Where is it taking me? he thought. “Yes, yes, it’s all the tricks of a troll!” Oh, if that young lady were sitting with me in the boat, then be at least twice as dark, and then nothing!
Then a large water rat appeared, which lived under the footbridges.
- Do you have a passport? she asked. - Show me your passport!
But the tin soldier filled his mouth like water and only gripped the gun even tighter. The ship carried everything forward and forward, and the rat swam after it. Wu! How she gnashed her teeth, how she shouted to the chips and straws floating towards:
- Hold him! Hold on! He didn't pay the toll! He's passportless!
But the current grew stronger and stronger, and the tin soldier could already see the light ahead, when suddenly there was such a noise that any brave man would have been frightened. Imagine, at the end of the bridge, a gutter emptied into a large canal. For the soldier it was as dangerous as for us to rush in a boat to a large waterfall.
Now the channel is already very close, it is impossible to stop. The ship was carried out from under the bridge, the poor fellow held on as best he could, and did not even blink an eye. The ship was turned three, four times, filled with water to the brim, and it began to sink.
The soldier was up to his neck in the water, and the boat sank deeper and deeper, the paper soaked. Now the water covered the soldier with his head, and then he thought of the lovely little dancer - he would not see her again. He heard in his ears:
Strive forward, warrior,
Death will overtake you!
Then the paper completely unraveled, and the soldier went to the bottom, but at the same moment he was swallowed by a big fish.
Oh, how dark it was inside, even worse than under the bridge over the gutter, and cramped to boot! But the tin soldier did not lose courage and lay stretched out to his full height, not letting go of the gun ...
The fish came in circles, began to make the most outlandish jumps. Suddenly she froze as if struck by lightning. A light flashed, and someone shouted:
"Tin soldier!" It turns out that the fish was caught, brought to the market, sold, brought to the kitchen, and the cook cut open her belly with a large knife.
Then the cook took the soldier with two fingers by the small of his back and brought him into the room. Everyone wanted to look at such a wonderful little man - still, he made a trip in the belly of a fish! But the tin soldier was not at all proud. They put him on the table, and - what only miracles do not happen in the world! - he found himself in the same room, saw the same children, the same toys were on the table and a wonderful palace with a lovely little dancer. She still stood on one leg, with the other held high—she, too, was steadfast. The soldier was touched and almost burst into tears of tin tears, but that would not have been nice. He looked at her, she at him, but they did not say a word to each other.
Suddenly, one of the kids grabbed a tin soldier and threw it into the stove, although the soldier was not guilty of anything. This, of course, was set up by the troll that was sitting in the snuffbox.
The tin soldier stood in flames, he was seized by a terrible heat, but whether it was fire or love, he did not know. The color had completely disappeared from him, no one could say why - from travel or from grief. He looked at the little dancer, she looked at him, and he felt that he was melting, but he still held firm, not letting go of the gun. Suddenly the door to the room flung open, the wind caught the dancer, and like a sylph, she fluttered right into the stove to the tin soldier, flared up at once - and she was gone. And the tin soldier melted into a ball, and the next morning the maid, shoveling out the ashes, found a tin heart instead of the soldier. And from the dancer there was only one sparkle, and she was burnt and black, like coal.
The tale The Steadfast Tin Soldier appeared to Andersen after one boy gave the storyteller his favorite toy - a soldier. The adventures of an amazing courageous hero will interest young readers. We recommend a fairy tale for online reading with children.
Fairy tale The Steadfast Tin Soldier read
One of the soldiers presented to the boy turned out to be unusual. He had only one leg, but he never lost heart. Finding himself among the other toys of the boy, the soldier noticed a cardboard ballerina. She was so beautiful that our hero immediately fell in love with her. He decided that he needed to get to know her. Late in the evening the toys began to play like children. The soldier did not take his eyes off the dancer. And at midnight, a troll appeared from their snuffboxes. He noticed the soldier's interest in the ballerina and threatened him not to dare to look at the dancer. The next day, either by the will of the troll, or by coincidence, the hero's troubles began. He fell out of the window. The boys put him in a paper boat. The soldier had to go sailing. A huge rat was chasing him. Then the ship began to sink. Danger lay in wait for him at every turn. He was ready to face death with courage. The brave man struggled with difficulties and thought about the beautiful dancer. He got into the belly of a huge fish, and this was his happiness. Again he found himself in a familiar house and saw a beautiful dancer. The boy threw the soldier into the stove. He began to melt, but did not take his eyes off his beauty. Fate gave the soldier a gift: from a draft, a light cardboard figurine of a dancer fluttered like a butterfly into the stove. So the brave soldier burned down along with his beloved. Only a pewter heart and a dancer's brooch were found in the ashes. You can read the story online on our website.
Analysis of the fairy tale The Steadfast Tin Soldier
The meaning of the instructive fairy tale revealed with the help of the image of a steadfast soldier. Such a quality as resilience is inherent in the image of the hero from the very beginning. This is the ability to stand on one foot, with optimism and courage to deal with difficulties. The hero understood that he was not destined to be with his beloved, but did not despair. The tests helped the soldier to become stronger in spirit. The ability to boldly face difficulties without losing self-esteem makes the image of a steadfast tin soldier very attractive. However, each reader will see something of his own in the image of a persistent hero. Fairy tale The Steadfast Tin Soldier raises eternal questions about the values of life, about good and evil, responsibility for one's actions, about the inevitability of fate.
Moral of the story The Steadfast Tin Soldier
It is necessary to overcome weakness in oneself, not to give in to difficulties - this is the main idea fairy tales The Steadfast Tin Soldier. A strong one who, having been defeated, does not lose heart. You need to find the strength in yourself to go forward at all costs - that's what a fairy tale teaches him.
Proverbs, sayings and expressions of a fairy tale
- Not well tailored, but firmly sewn.
- Breaking the back is easy, breaking the will is difficult.
