Odoevsky town in a snuffbox heroes. My Reader's Diary. Retelling the tale "Town in a Snuffbox": a summary

Papa put the snuffbox on the table. "Come here, Misha, look," he said.

Misha was an obedient boy; immediately left the toys and went up to papa. Yes, it was something to see! What a lovely snuffbox! Pestrenkaya, from a turtle. What's on the lid?

Gates, turrets, a house, another, third, fourth - and it is impossible to count, and everything is small, small, and all golden; and the trees are also golden, and the leaves on them are silver; and the sun rises behind the trees, and from it pink rays diverge throughout the sky.

- What is this town? Misha asked.

- This is the town of Tinker Bell, - answered papa and touched the spring ...

And what? Suddenly, out of nowhere, music began to play. Where this music came from, Misha could not understand: he went to the doors too - was it not from another room? and to the clock—is it not in the clock? and to the bureau, and to the hill; listened first in one place, then in another; he also looked under the table... At last Misha was convinced that the music was definitely playing in the snuffbox. He went up to her, looked, and the sun came out from behind the trees, sneaking quietly across the sky, and the sky and the town were getting brighter and brighter; the windows burn with bright fire, and from the turrets there is like a radiance. Here the sun crossed the sky to the other side, lower and lower, and finally completely disappeared behind the hillock; and the town darkened, the shutters closed, and the turrets grew dark, only for a little while. Here a star lit up, here another one, and here the horned moon peeped out from behind the trees, and it became brighter again in the town, the windows turned silver, and bluish rays stretched from the turrets.

- Daddy! daddy! is it possible to enter this town? How I wish!

“It is wise, my friend: this town is too small for you.

- Nothing, daddy, I'm so small; just let me in there; I'd love to know what's going on there...

“Really, my friend, it’s crowded there even without you.

- But who lives there?

- Who lives there? Bells live there.

With these words, papa lifted the lid on the snuffbox, and what did Misha see? And bells, and hammers, and a roller, and wheels ... Misha was surprised:

Why these bells? Why hammers? Why a roller with hooks? Misha asked papa.

And papa replied:

“I won’t tell you, Misha; look more closely and think: maybe you can guess. Just don't touch this spring, otherwise everything will break.

Papa went out, and Misha remained over the snuffbox. So he sat and sat over her, looked, looked, thought, thought, why did the bells ring?

Meanwhile the music plays and plays; now everything is quieter and quieter, as if something is clinging to each note, as if something is pushing one sound away from another. Here Misha looks: a door opens at the bottom of the snuffbox, and a boy with a golden head and in a steel skirt runs out of the door, stops on the threshold and beckons Misha to him.

“But why,” thought Misha, “daddy said that it’s crowded in this town even without me? No, apparently they live in it good people You see, they invite me to visit.

— Excuse me, with the greatest joy!

With these words, Misha ran to the door and noticed with surprise that the door was exactly the same size for him. As a well-bred boy, he considered it his duty to address his guide first.

“Let me know,” Misha said, “with whom do I have the honor of speaking?”

“Ding, ding, ding,” answered the stranger, “I am a bell boy, a resident of this town. We heard that you really want to visit us, and therefore we decided to ask you to do us the honor of visiting us. Ding-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding.

Misha bowed politely; the bell-boy took him by the hand, and they went. Then Misha noticed that above them was a vault made of colorful embossed paper with golden edges. Before them was another vault, only smaller; then the third, even less; the fourth, even smaller, and so all the other arches - the farther, the smaller, so that it seemed that the head of his escort could hardly pass into the last one.

“I am very grateful to you for your invitation,” Misha told him, “but I don’t know if it will be possible for me to use it. True, here I can pass freely, but there, farther, look at what low vaults you have - there I am, let me tell you frankly, there I won’t even crawl through. I wonder how you pass under them.

- Ding-ding-ding! the boy replied. “Let’s go, don’t worry, just follow me.”

Misha obeyed. In fact, with every step they took, the vaults seemed to rise, and our boys went everywhere freely; when they reached the last vault, then the bell boy asked Misha to look back. Misha looked around, and what did he see? Now that first vault, under which he approached, entering the doors, seemed to him small, as if, while they were walking, the vault had lowered. Misha was very surprised.

Why is this? he asked his guide.

- Ding-ding-ding! answered the conductor, laughing.

“It always seems that way from afar. It is evident that you did not look at anything in the distance with attention; From a distance everything seems small, but when you get closer it looks big.

“Yes, it’s true,” Misha answered, “I still haven’t thought about it, and that’s why this is what happened to me: on the third day I wanted to draw how my mother plays the piano next to me, and my father reads a book on the other side of the room.” . Only I couldn’t manage to do this in any way: I work, I work, I draw as accurately as possible, and everything on paper will turn out that my father is sitting next to my mother and his chair is standing near the piano, but meanwhile I can see very well that the piano is standing next to me , by the window, and papa is sitting at the other end, by the fireplace. Mommy told me that daddy should be drawn small, but I thought that mommy was joking, because daddy was much larger than her; but now I see that she was telling the truth: papa should have been drawn small, because he was sitting far away. Thank you very much for your explanation, thank you very much.

The bell boy laughed with all his might: “Ding, ding, ding, how funny! Not to be able to draw papa and mama! Ding-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding!

Misha felt annoyed that the bell boy was mocking him so mercilessly, and he very politely said to him:

“Let me ask you: why do you always say “ding-ding-ding” to every word?

“We have a saying like that,” answered the bell boy.

- Proverb? Misha noticed. - But papa says that it is very bad to get used to sayings.

Bell Boy bit his lips and didn't say another word.

Here are more doors in front of them; they opened, and Misha found himself in the street. What a street! What a town! The pavement is paved with mother-of-pearl; the sky is motley, tortoiseshell; the golden sun walks across the sky; you beckon it, it will descend from the sky, go around your hand and rise again. And the houses are steel, polished, covered with multi-colored shells, and under each cover sits a bell-boy with a golden head, in a silver skirt, and there are many of them, many and all small and small less.

“No, they won’t deceive me now,” Misha said. - It only seems so to me from afar, but the bells are all the same.

“But that’s not true,” answered the guide, “the bells are not the same.

If everyone were the same, then we would all ring in one voice, one like the other; and you hear what songs we bring out. This is because whoever is bigger among us has a thicker voice. Don't you know that too? You see, Misha, this is a lesson for you: don't laugh at those who have a bad saying; one with a saying, but he knows more than another, and one can learn something from him.

Misha, in turn, bit his tongue.

Meanwhile, the bell boys surrounded them, tugging at Misha's dress, jingling, jumping, and running.

“You live happily,” Misha told them, “I would have stayed with you for a century.” The whole day you do nothing, you have no lessons, no teachers, and even music all day long.

- Ding-ding-ding! bells chimed. "We've found some fun!" No, Misha, life is bad for us. True, we have no lessons, but what's the point?

We would not be afraid of the lessons. Our whole misfortune lies precisely in the fact that we poor people have nothing to do; we have neither books nor pictures; there is no father or mother; have nothing to do; play and play all day long, but this, Misha, is very, very boring. Will you believe? Good is our tortoiseshell sky, good is the golden sun and golden trees; but we, the poor, have seen enough of them, and we are very tired of all this; we are not a step out of the town, and you can imagine what it is like for a whole century, doing nothing, to sit in a snuffbox, and even in a snuffbox with music.

“Yes,” Misha answered, “you are telling the truth. This happens to me too: when after school you start playing with toys, it's so much fun; and when on a holiday you play and play all day long, then by the evening it will become boring; and for this and for another toy you will take - everything is not cute. I did not understand for a long time; why, and now I understand.

“Yes, besides that, we have another problem, Misha: we have uncles.

- What kind of uncles? Misha asked.

“Uncles-hammers,” answered the bells, “how evil they are!” Every now and then they walk around the city and tap us. The larger ones, the more rarely the “knock-knock” happens, and even the little ones get hurt where.

In fact, Misha saw that some gentlemen on thin legs, with long noses, were walking along the street and whispering among themselves: “Knock-knock-knock! Knock-knock-knock, pick up! Touch! Knock-Knock!". And in fact, uncles-hammers incessantly on one bell, then on another bell, knock and knock. Misha even felt sorry for them. He went up to these gentlemen, bowed to them very politely, and asked with good nature why they beat the poor boys without any regret. And the hammers answered him:

- Go away, don't interfere! There, in the ward and in a dressing gown, the warder lies and tells us to knock. Everything is tossing and turning. Knock-Knock! Knock-Knock!

- What is your overseer? Misha asked the bells.

“And this is Mr. Valik,” they rang out, “a kind man, he doesn’t leave the sofa day and night; we cannot complain about it.

Misha - to the warden. He looks: he really lies on the sofa, in a dressing gown and turns from side to side, only his face is up. And on his dressing gown he has hairpins, hooks, apparently invisible; as soon as he comes across a hammer, he will first hook it with a hook, then lower it, and the hammer will knock on the bell.

As soon as Misha approached him, the guard shouted:

- Hanky ​​panky! Who walks here? Who is wandering around here? Hanky ​​panky! Who doesn't walk away? Who won't let me sleep? Hanky ​​panky! Hanky ​​panky!

"It's me," Misha answered bravely, "I'm Misha...

— What do you need? the warden asked.

- Yes, I feel sorry for the poor bell boys, they are all so smart, so kind, such musicians, and at your order the uncles constantly tap them ...

“But what do I care, you fools!” I'm not the biggest here. Let the uncles hit the boys! What do I care! I am a kind overseer, I lie on the sofa and do not look after anyone. Shura-moors, shura-moors...

Well, I learned a lot in this town! Misha said to himself. “Sometimes I still get annoyed why the warden doesn’t take his eyes off me…”

Meanwhile, Misha went on - and stopped. Looks, a golden tent with a pearl fringe; above, a golden weather vane is spinning, as if windmill, and under the tent lies Princess Spring and, like a snake, it will curl up, then turn around and constantly pushes the warden by the side.

Misha was very surprised at this and said to her:

— Madame princess! Why are you pushing the warden on the side?

“Zits-zits-zits,” answered the princess. “You foolish boy, foolish boy. You look at everything, you see nothing! If I had not pushed the roller, the roller would not have turned; if the roller did not spin, then it would not cling to the hammers, the hammers would not knock; if the hammers did not knock, the bells would not ring; if the bells did not ring, and there would be no music! Zitz-zitz-zitz.

Misha wanted to know if the princess was telling the truth. He bent down and pressed her finger - and what?

In an instant, the spring developed with force, the roller spun violently, the hammers quickly clattered, the bells played rubbish, and suddenly the spring burst. Everything fell silent, the roller stopped, the hammers fell, the bells turned to the side, the sun hung, the houses broke ... Then Misha remembered that papa did not order him to touch the spring, got scared and ... woke up.

- What did you see in a dream, Misha? asked papa.

Misha could not come to his senses for a long time. He looks: the same papa's room, the same snuffbox in front of him; papa and mama are sitting next to him and laughing.

"Where's the bell boy?" Where is uncle hammer? Where is Princess Spring? Misha asked. "So it was a dream?"

- Yes, Misha, the music lulled you to sleep, and you took a decent nap here. Tell us at least what you dreamed about!

“Yes, you see, papa,” said Misha, rubbing his eyes, “I kept wanting to know why the music was playing in the snuffbox; so I began to diligently look at her and make out what was moving in her and why she was moving; I thought and thought and began to get there, when suddenly, I see, the door to the snuffbox opened ... - Here Misha told his whole dream in order.

“Well, now I see,” said papa, “that you really almost understood why the music plays in the snuffbox; but you will understand it even better when you study mechanics.

A plan for the fairy tale "Town in a Snuffbox" can be drawn up using these options.

"Town in a snuffbox" story plan

1. Misha's dream.

2. What does the music box look like.

3. Misha's dream.

4. Misha with a bell boy.

5. Bad uncles-hammers.

6. Misha saw the guard.

7. Princess Spring.

8. Broken mechanism.

9. Misha tells the dream to his parents.

"Town in a snuffbox" plan of a fairy tale

1. Dad's gift. Wonderful musical snuffbox
2. Misha is interested in how the snuffbox works?
3. Misha falls asleep to the sound of a snuffbox
4. Misha sees a boy who calls him into the snuffbox.
5. Misha in a snuffbox.
6. Misha talks with hammers and finds out that Valik is to blame for everything
7. Misha talks to Valik and he refuses everything
8. Misha finds Spring, who explains to him how the snuffbox works.
9. The spring breaks and Misha wakes up.

"Town in a snuffbox" plan

1. Amazing snuffbox.
2. Is it possible to enter this town?
3. Invitation accepted.
4. From a distance everything seems small, but when you get closer it looks big.
5. Little spat.
6. Felt on the street.
7. Meeting with bells.
8. Gentlemen - uncles-hammers.
9. Getting to know the warden

1. Madam-princess.
2. Misha woke up. "Town in a snuffbox"

"Town in a snuffbox" plan briefly

1) A wonderful snuffbox.

2) Misha's dream.

3) Invitation to visit

4) The law of drawing.

5) Meeting with hammers.

6) Meeting with the warden

7) Princess spring.

Odoevsky "Town in a snuffbox" plan

1. Snuffbox.

2. Wonderful city.

3. The story of the bells.

4. Hammers.

6.Spring.

7. A story about the adventures of papa and mama.

Year of writing: 1834

Genre: fairy tale

Main characters: Misha, his dad

Plot

The father showed his son an unusual elegant little thing - a snuffbox that plays various melodies, made from a tortoise shell. On the lid of this small box were depicted houses, fortresses, turrets. The boy really wanted to visit this fabulous town. And he suddenly began to decrease and ended up in the desired city, where he met a musical boy with a bell on his head. There were many such guys in the town, and they all made beautiful sounds under the blows of evil uncle hammers.

When Misha asked why the uncles offend the boys, they replied that on the orders of the overseer Valik. And the Roller himself turned from the blows of the Princess Springs, who lives in a beautiful tent.

And then Misha woke up and realized that in a dream he had visited a fairy-tale city and met its amazing inhabitants.

Conclusion (my opinion)

In such an unconventional form, the guys will better understand the structure of any mechanisms, and this will help them in studying physics and mechanics.

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Papa put the snuffbox on the table. "Come here, Misha, look," he said.

Misha was an obedient boy; immediately left the toys and went up to papa. Yes, it was something to see! What a lovely snuffbox! Pestrenkaya, from a turtle. What's on the lid? Gates, turrets, a house, another, third, fourth - and it is impossible to count, and everything is small, small, and all golden; and the trees are also golden, and the leaves on them are silver; and the sun rises behind the trees, and from it pink rays diverge throughout the sky.

What is this town? Misha asked.
- This is the town of Tinker Bell, - answered papa and touched the spring ...
And what? Suddenly, out of nowhere, music began to play. Where this music was heard from, Misha could not understand: he went to the doors too - was it from another room? and to the clock - isn't it in the clock? and to the bureau, and to the hill; listened first in one place, then in another; he also looked under the table... At last Misha was convinced that the music was definitely playing in the snuffbox. He went up to her, looked, and the sun came out from behind the trees, sneaking quietly across the sky, and the sky and the town were getting brighter and brighter; the windows burn with bright fire, and from the turrets there is like a radiance. Here the sun crossed the sky to the other side, lower and lower, and finally completely disappeared behind the hillock; and the town darkened, the shutters closed, and the turrets grew dark, only for a little while. Here a star lit up, here another one, and here the horned moon peeped out from behind the trees, and it became brighter again in the town, the windows turned silver, and bluish rays stretched from the turrets.
- Daddy! daddy! is it possible to enter this town? How I wish!
- Tricky, my friend: this town is not your height.
- Nothing, daddy, I'm so small; just let me in there; I'd love to know what's going on there...
- Really, my friend, it's crowded there even without you.
- But who lives there?
- Who lives there? Bells live there.
With these words, papa lifted the lid on the snuffbox, and what did Misha see? And bells, and hammers, and a roller, and wheels ... Misha was surprised:
Why these bells? Why hammers? Why a roller with hooks? Misha asked papa.

And papa replied:
- I won't tell you, Misha; look more closely yourself and think: maybe you can guess. Just don't touch this spring, otherwise everything will break.
Papa went out, and Misha remained over the snuffbox. So he sat and sat over her, looked, looked, thought, thought, why did the bells ring?
Meanwhile the music plays and plays; now everything is quieter and quieter, as if something is clinging to each note, as if something is pushing one sound away from another. Here Misha looks: a door opens at the bottom of the snuffbox, and a boy with a golden head and in a steel skirt runs out of the door, stops on the threshold and beckons Misha to him.
“But why,” thought Misha, “daddy said that it’s crowded in this town even without me? No, apparently, good people live in it, you see, they invite me to visit.
- Excuse me, with the greatest joy!
With these words, Misha ran to the door and noticed with surprise that the door was exactly the same size for him. As a well-bred boy, he considered it his duty to address his guide first.
- Let me know, - said Misha, - with whom I have the honor to speak?
“Ding, ding, ding,” answered the stranger, “I am a bell boy, a resident of this town. We heard that you really want to visit us, and therefore we decided to ask you to do us the honor of visiting us. Ding-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding.
Misha bowed politely; the bell-boy took him by the hand, and they went. Then Misha noticed that above them was a vault made of colorful embossed paper with golden edges. Before them was another vault, only smaller; then the third, even less; the fourth, even smaller, and so all the other arches - the farther, the smaller, so that it seemed that the head of his escort could hardly pass into the last one.

I am very grateful to you for your invitation,” Misha told him, “but I don’t know if it will be possible for me to use it. True, here I can pass freely, but there, farther, look at what low vaults you have - there I am, let me tell you frankly, there I won’t even crawl through. I wonder how you pass under them.
- Ding-ding-ding! - answered the boy. - Let's go, don't worry, just follow me.
Misha obeyed. In fact, with every step they took, the vaults seemed to rise, and our boys went everywhere freely; when they reached the last vault, then the bell boy asked Misha to look back. Misha looked around, and what did he see? Now that first vault, under which he approached, entering the doors, seemed to him small, as if, while they were walking, the vault had lowered. Misha was very surprised.

Why is this? he asked his guide.
- Ding-ding-ding! answered the conductor, laughing. - It always seems that way. It is evident that you did not look at anything in the distance with attention; From a distance everything seems small, but when you get closer it looks big.

Yes, it’s true,” Misha answered, “I still haven’t thought about it, and that’s why this is what happened to me: the third day I wanted to draw how my mother plays the piano next to me, and my father reads a book on the other side of the room. Only I couldn’t manage to do this in any way: I work, I work, I draw as accurately as possible, and everything on paper will turn out that my father is sitting next to my mother and his chair is standing near the piano, but meanwhile I can see very well that the piano is standing next to me , by the window, and papa is sitting at the other end, by the fireplace. Mommy told me that daddy should be drawn small, but I thought that mommy was joking, because daddy was much larger than her; but now I see that she was telling the truth: papa should have been drawn small, because he was sitting far away. Thank you very much for your explanation, thank you very much.
The bell boy laughed with all his might: “Ding, ding, ding, how funny! Not to be able to draw papa and mama! Ding-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding!
Misha felt annoyed that the bell boy was mocking him so mercilessly, and he very politely said to him:

Let me ask you: why do you keep saying “ding-ding-ding” to every word?
“We have a saying like that,” answered the bell boy.
- Proverb? Misha noticed. - But papa says that it is very bad to get used to sayings.
Bell Boy bit his lips and didn't say another word.
Here are more doors in front of them; they opened, and Misha found himself in the street. What a street! What a town! The pavement is paved with mother-of-pearl; the sky is motley, tortoiseshell; the golden sun walks across the sky; you beckon it, it will descend from the sky, go around your hand and rise again. And the houses are steel, polished, covered with multi-colored shells, and under each cover sits a bell-boy with a golden head, in a silver skirt, and there are many of them, many and all small and small less.

No, they won’t deceive me now,” Misha said. - It only seems so to me from afar, but the bells are all the same.
- And that's not true, - answered the guide, - the bells are not the same. If everyone were the same, then we would all ring in one voice, one like the other; and you hear what songs we bring out. This is because whoever is bigger among us has a thicker voice. Don't you know that too? You see, Misha, this is a lesson for you: don't laugh at those who have a bad saying; one with a saying, but he knows more than another, and one can learn something from him.
Misha, in turn, bit his tongue.
Meanwhile, the bell boys surrounded them, tugging at Misha's dress, jingling, jumping, and running.

You live merrily, - Misha told them, - a century would remain with you. The whole day you do nothing, you have no lessons, no teachers, and even music all day long.
- Ding-ding-ding! the bells chimed. - We've found some fun! No, Misha, life is bad for us. True, we have no lessons, but what's the point?

The Russian prince Vladimir Fedorovich Odoevsky was not only the founder of musicology, but also a great writer and thinker, he studied the occult. He created many works, including fairy tales. famous fairy tale Odoevsky "Town in a snuffbox", carries a hidden meaning, the main idea this, at first glance, a childish story, to show how the bureaucratic system of government of the state works. On the surface of this deeply meaningful work lies its educational topic, in which an entertaining and accessible description of the device of a musical toy is given.

Characteristics of the characters "Town in a snuffbox"

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Minor characters

The artistic and cognitive tale of Odoevsky not only explains the structure of the snuffbox, but also shows how everything is interconnected in the real world, how everything depends on one another. His work is a small model of the world.