Hans Christian Andersen The Nightingale A Brief Retelling. Nightingale

Behind the garden of the Chinese emperor there was a forest, and in the forest lived a nightingale, who sang so well that even the poor fisherman forgot about his net, but then went back to his work and did not think about the nightingale until the next night. Travelers said that the nightingale was the best thing the emperor had. Having learned about the nightingale from books, the emperor wished to listen to him in the evening and gave orders to the important first minister. The minister asked the entire palace; no one knew about such a bird. After threatening to beat him on the heels with a stick, the courtiers began to move more actively, and finally, a little dishwasher living with her sick mother near the sea was able to show the nightingale. On the way to him, the courtiers mistook the mooing of a cow or the croaking of frogs for a nightingale's song; when the girl pointed to the small gray bird, the courtiers were not impressed by his poor attire, but the song delighted him.

When the nightingale sang with great pomp in the palace, tears appeared in the emperor's eyes. The nightingale could not have wished for a better reward. The bird became very popular and settled in the palace, under the supervision of servants. One day, the Japanese emperor sent a colleague as a gift a golden nightingale studded with precious stones, which could sing 1 song from the repertoire of a living bird. The nightingale flew away, and the toy was showered with honors. Only poor fishermen admitted that the toy only looked like a living nightingale.

A year later, the golden bird broke down; the teeth on the wheels wore out; and a decree was issued to start it only once a year. After 5 years, the emperor fell mortally ill. He saw Death sitting on his chest, and the terrible faces around him vying with each other, whispering: “Do you remember?...” The toy was silent on its silk pillow; there was no one to turn it on. Suddenly a nightingale appeared, which with its song made death return to the cemetery. As a reward, the nightingale only asked not to tell others that he would fly to the emperor, and also not to break the toy, which served faithfully. In the morning, the courtiers came to see the deceased ruler and found him alive.

Hans Christian Andersen(in many publications in Russian the name of the writer is indicated as Hans Christian) is a Danish prose writer and poet, author of world-famous fairy tales for children and adults.

Nightingale

Behind the garden of the Chinese emperor, a forest began, and in the forest lived a nightingale, who sang so well that even the poor fisherman forgot about his net, but then went back to his work and did not think about the nightingale until the next night. Travelers said that the nightingale was the best thing the emperor had. Having learned about the nightingale from books, the emperor wished to listen to him in the evening and gave an order to the important first minister. The minister asked the entire palace - no one knew about such a bird. After threatening to beat him on the heels with a stick, the courtiers began to move more actively, and finally, a little dishwasher living with her sick mother near the sea was able to show the nightingale. On the way to him, the courtiers mistook the mooing of a cow or the croaking of frogs for a nightingale's song; when the girl pointed to the small gray bird, the courtiers were not impressed by his poor attire, but the song delighted him.
When the nightingale sang with great pomp in the palace, tears appeared in the emperor's eyes. The nightingale could not have wished for a better reward. The bird became very popular and settled in the palace, under the supervision of servants. One day, the Japanese emperor sent a colleague as a gift a golden nightingale studded with precious stones, which could sing one song from the repertoire of a living bird. The nightingale flew away, and the toy was showered with honors. Only poor fishermen admitted that the toy only looked like a living nightingale.
A year later, the golden bird broke down - the teeth on the wheels wore out - and an order was issued to start it only once a year. Five years later, the emperor fell mortally ill. He saw Death sitting on his chest, and the terrible faces around him vying with each other, whispering: “Do you remember?...” The toy was silent on its silk pillow - there was no one to turn it on. Suddenly a nightingale appeared, which with its song made death return to the cemetery. As a reward, the nightingale only asked not to tell others that he would fly to the emperor, and also not to break the toy, which served faithfully. In the morning, the courtiers came to see the deceased ruler - and found him alive.

Not far from the garden of the Emperor of China lived a nightingale with a beautiful voice. Everyone around admired the songs of the amazing bird and wrote poems and stories. The emperor himself wished for the nightingale to live in his palace. But soon they sent an artificial wind-up bird, which replaced the nightingale. But when Death came to the ruler, only the singing of a living bird could drive it away.

Fairy tale Nightingale read

In China, as you know, the emperor himself and all his subjects are Chinese. It happened a long time ago, but that’s why it’s worth hearing about it until it’s completely forgotten! In the whole world there would not have been a better palace than the imperial one; It was all made of precious porcelain, but it was so fragile that it was scary to touch it. The most wonderful flowers grew in the garden; the best of them had silver bells attached to them; their ringing should have drawn the attention of every passerby to the flowers. That's how subtly it was thought up! The garden stretched far, far, so far that the gardener himself did not know where it ended. From the garden you could go straight into a dense forest; Deep lakes were hidden in its thicket, and it reached the very blue sea. The ships sailed under the treetops hanging over the water, and in their branches lived a nightingale, which sang so wonderfully that even the poor fisherman, depressed by his worries, listened to him, forgetting about his net. “Lord, how good!” - the fisherman finally burst out, but then the poor man again got down to his business and forgot about the nightingale, the next night he listened to him again and repeated the same thing again: “Lord, how good!”

Travelers from all over the world flocked to the emperor's capital; They all marveled at the magnificent palace and garden, but when they heard the nightingale, they said: “This is the best!”

Returning home, the travelers talked about everything they had seen; scientists described the capital, palace and garden of the emperor, but did not forget to mention the nightingale and even put it above all; poets composed the most wonderful poems in honor of the winged singer who lived in the forest, on the shores of the blue sea.

The books were distributed all over the world, and some of them reached the emperor himself. He sat in his golden chair, read and read and nodded his head every minute - he was very pleased to read the praises of his capital, palace and garden. “But the nightingale is best!” - it was in the book.

What's happened? - the emperor was surprised. - Nightingale? But I don’t even know him! How? In my state and even in my own garden there lives such an amazing bird, but I have never heard of it! I had to read about it from books!

And he called the first of his entourage to him; and he assumed such importance that if any of the simpler people dared to speak to him or ask him about something, he only answered: “Pff!” - but this means absolutely nothing.

It turns out that we have a wonderful bird here, called the nightingale. It is considered the main attraction of my great state! - said the emperor. - Why was it never reported to me about her?

I've never even heard of her! - answered the first close one. - She was never presented to the court!

I wish she were here to sing before me this very evening! - said the emperor. - The whole world knows what I have, but I myself don’t know!

I’ve never heard of such a bird! - repeated the first close one. - But I will find her!

Easy to say! Where can you find her?

The emperor's first confidant ran up and down the stairs, through the halls and corridors, but none of the people he met, to whom he addressed questions, had heard of the nightingale. The first close person returned to the emperor and reported that the nightingale was probably invented by book writers.

Your Majesty should not believe everything that is written in books: all this is just fiction, so to speak, black magic!..

But this book was sent to me by the most powerful Emperor of Japan himself, and there can be no lie in it! I want to hear the nightingale! He should be here tonight! I declare to him my highest favor! If he is not here at the appointed time, I will order all the courtiers to be beaten in the stomach with sticks after dinner!

Tzing-pe! - said the first close one and again ran up and down the stairs, along the corridors and halls; A good half of the courtiers also ran with him - no one wanted to taste the sticks. There was one question on everyone’s tongue: what kind of nightingale is this, which the whole world knows, but not a single soul at court knows.

Finally they found one poor girl in the kitchen who said:

God! How can you not know the nightingale! Now he's singing! I am allowed to take leftovers from dinner to my poor sick mother in the evenings. Mother lives near the sea, and so, when I go back and sit down to rest in the forest, every time I hear the nightingale singing! Tears will flow from my eyes, and my soul will feel so joyful, as if my mother was kissing me!..

Cook! - said the first close confidant of the emperor. - I will assign you to a regular position in the kitchen and get you permission to watch the emperor eat if you take us to the nightingale! He is invited to the court this evening!

And so everyone went into the forest, where the nightingale usually sang; Almost half of all the courtiers went there. They walked and walked, and suddenly a cow mooed.

ABOUT! - said the young courtiers. - Here he is! What power, however! And this is from such a little creature! But we've positively heard it before!

It's a cow mooing! - said the girl. - We still have a long way to go.

Frogs croaked in the pond.

Wonderful! - said the court bonze. - Now I hear! Just like our bells in the chapel!

No, these are frogs! - the girl said again. - But now, I think, we’ll soon hear him too!

And then the nightingale sang.

This is a nightingale! - said the girl. - Listen, listen! And here he is! - And she pointed her finger at a small gray bird sitting in the branches.

Really! - said the first close confidant of the emperor. - I never imagined him like this! The simplest appearance! That's right, he lost all his colors at the sight of so many noble people!

Nightingale! - the girl screamed loudly. - Our gracious emperor wishes to listen to you!

I am glad! - answered the nightingale and sang in such a way that it was simply a miracle.

It's like glass bells are ringing! - said the first close one. - Look how this little neck trembles! It's surprising that we've never heard it before! He will be a huge success at court!

Should I sing to the emperor again? - asked the nightingale. He thought that the emperor himself was here.

Incomparable nightingale! - said the first close confidant of the emperor. “I have been entrusted with the pleasant task of inviting you to the court celebration that is to take place this evening.” I have no doubt that you will charm His Majesty with your marvelous singing!

It’s much better to listen to my singing in a green forest! - said the nightingale, but, having learned that the emperor had invited him to the palace, he willingly agreed to go there.

Preparations for the holiday were underway at court. The reflections of countless golden lanterns shone in the porcelain walls and floor; in the corridors the most wonderful flowers with bells were arranged in rows, which, due to all this running, knocking and draft, rang so that no human voice could be heard. In the middle of the huge hall where the emperor sat, there was a golden pole for the nightingale. All the courtiers were fully assembled; They allowed the cook to stand in the doorway - now she had received the title of court cook. Everyone was dressed to the nines and did not take their eyes off the little gray bird, to which the emperor graciously nodded his head.

And the nightingale sang so wondrously that tears appeared in the emperor’s eyes and rolled down his cheeks. Then the nightingale began to sing even louder, even sweeter; His singing was enough to touch the heart. The emperor was very pleased and said that he would bestow his golden slipper on the nightingale’s neck. But the nightingale thanked him and refused, saying that he was already rewarded enough.

I saw tears in the emperor’s eyes - what other reward could I wish for! There is wonderful power in the tears of the emperor! God knows, I am abundantly rewarded!

This is the most charming coquetry! - said the court ladies and began to take water into their mouths so that it would gurgle in their throats when they talk to someone. In this way they thought to be like a nightingale. Even the servants and maids declared that they were very pleased, and this means a lot: it is known that these persons are the most difficult to please. Yes, the nightingale was a positive success.

They left him at court, gave him a special room, allowed him to walk freely twice a day and once at night, and assigned twelve servants to him; each one held him by the silk ribbon tied to his paw. It was a great pleasure to have such a walk!

The whole city started talking about the amazing bird, and if two acquaintances met on the street, one would immediately say: “solo,” and the other would pick up: “wey,” after which both sighed, immediately understanding each other.

Eleven sons of small shopkeepers were named after the nightingale, but not one of them had even a sign of a voice.

Once a large package was delivered to the emperor with the inscription: “Nightingale.”

Well, here's another new book about our famous bird! - said the emperor.

But it was not a book, but an intricate little thing: in the box lay an artificial nightingale, similar to a real one, but covered in diamonds, rubies and sapphires. As soon as you got a bird, it began to sing one of the melodies of a real nightingale and move its tail, which shimmered with gold and silver. On the bird’s neck there was a ribbon with the inscription: “The nightingale of the Japanese emperor is pitiful in comparison with the nightingale of the Chinese emperor.”

How lovely! - said all the courtiers, and the envoy of the Japanese Emperor, who appeared with the bird, was immediately confirmed in the title of “extraordinary imperial supplier of nightingales.”

Now let them sing together, there will be a duet!

But things didn’t go well: the real nightingale sang in its own way, but the artificial one sang like a wound-up organ.

It's not his fault! - said the court conductor. - He keeps time impeccably and sings exactly according to my method.

An artificial nightingale was forced to sing alone. It was just as successful as the real one, but it was much more beautiful, and sparkled with jewels!

He sang the same thing thirty-three times and did not get tired. Those around him would willingly listen to him again, but the emperor found that it was necessary to force a living nightingale to sing. But where did he go?

No one noticed how he flew out of the open window and flew away into his green forest.

What is this, however! - the emperor was upset, and the courtiers called the nightingale an ungrateful creature.

We still have the best bird left! - they said, and the artificial nightingale had to sing the same thing for the thirty-fourth time.

No one, however, had yet managed to learn the melody by heart, it was so difficult. The bandmaster praised the artificial bird and assured that it was even superior to the real one, not only in its dress and diamonds, but also in its inner merits.

As for the living nightingale, my high lord and you, dear gentlemen, you can never know in advance what exactly he will sing, but with an artificial one, everything is known in advance! You can even give yourself a full account of his art, you can take it apart and show its entire internal structure - the fruit of the human mind, the location and action of the rollers, everything, everything!

I'm of the same opinion! - said each of those present, and the bandmaster received permission to show the bird to the people the next Sunday.

The people need to listen to it too! - said the emperor.

The people listened and were very pleased, as if they had drunk plenty of tea - this is completely Chinese. Out of delight, everyone exclaimed in one voice: “Oh!”, raised their index fingers and nodded their heads. But the poor fishermen, who heard the real nightingale, said:

Not bad and even similar, but still not the same! Something is missing in his singing, but we don’t know what!

The living nightingale was declared expelled from the state.

The artificial bird took its place on a silk pillow near the imperial bed. All the jewelry given to her was laid out around her. Now they called it “the first singer on the left side of the imperial night table” - the emperor considered the side on which the heart was located to be more important, and the heart is on the left even for the emperor. The bandmaster wrote twenty-five volumes about the artificial nightingale, highly learned and full of the most sophisticated Chinese words.

The courtiers, however, said that they had read and understood everything, otherwise they would have been called fools and beaten in the stomach with sticks.

A whole year passed like this; the emperor, the entire court, and even the entire people knew by heart every note of the artificial nightingale, but that is why they liked his singing so much: they themselves could now sing along with the bird. The street boys sang: “Tsi-tsi-tsi! Kluk-kluk-kluk! The emperor himself chanted the same thing. What a delight!

But one evening the artificial bird had just sung in front of the emperor, who was lying in bed, when suddenly it hissed and buzzed inside, the wheels began to spin, and the music stopped.

The emperor jumped up and sent for the court physician, but what could he do! They called a watchmaker, and after long conversations and inspections he somehow fixed the bird, but said that it had to be treated with extreme care: the teeth were worn out, and it was impossible to install new ones so that the music would still play as before. Such grief! Only once a year were they allowed to have a bird. And it was very sad, but the bandmaster made a short speech, but full of sophisticated words, in which he proved that the bird had not become any worse. Well, that means it was so.

Another five years passed, and the country suffered great grief: everyone loved the emperor so much, and he, as they said, was dying. They had already proclaimed a new emperor, but people crowded the streets and asked the first close emperor about the health of their old master.

Pfft! - answered the close one and shook his head.

Pale and cold, the emperor lay on his magnificent bed; all the courtiers considered him dead, and everyone hurried to bow to the new emperor. The servants ran back and forth, exchanging news, and the maids spent pleasant hours chatting over a cup of tea. Carpets were spread throughout all the halls and corridors so that the noise of footsteps could not be heard, and there was dead silence in the palace. But the emperor had not yet died, although he lay on his magnificent bed, under a velvet canopy with gold tassels, completely motionless and deathly pale. Through the open window the clear moon looked at the emperor and the artificial nightingale.

The poor emperor could hardly breathe, and it seemed to him that someone was sitting on his chest. He opened his eyes and saw that Death was sitting on his chest. She put on the emperor's crown, took his golden saber in one hand, and a rich banner in the other. Some strange faces looked out from the folds of the velvet canopy: some disgusting and disgusting, others kind and sweet. These were the evil and good deeds of the emperor, looking at him while Death sat on his chest.

Do you remember this? - they whispered in turn. - Remember this? - and they told him so much that cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

I didn't even know about it! - said the emperor. - Music here, music! Big Chinese drums! I don't want to hear their speeches!

But they continued, and Death, like a Chinese, nodded her head at their speeches.

Music here, music! - the emperor shouted. - At least sing, dear, glorious golden bird! I have given you gold and jewels, I have hung my golden slipper around your neck, sing, sing!

But the bird was silent - there was no one to lead it, otherwise it could not sing. Death continued to look at the emperor with its large empty eye sockets. The room was very quiet.

Suddenly a wonderful singing was heard outside the window. Having learned about the emperor’s illness, a living nightingale flew in to console and encourage him. He sang, and the ghosts grew pale, the blood rushed to the emperor’s heart faster and faster; Death itself listened to the nightingale and kept repeating: “Sing, sing again, nightingale!”

Will you give me a precious saber for this? And the expensive banner? And the crown? - asked the nightingale.

And Death gave away one jewel after another, and the nightingale sang. So he finally sang about a quiet cemetery, where white roses bloom, elderberries smell fragrant, and fresh grass is watered with the tears of the living, mourning the dead... Death was suddenly overcome by such a longing for his garden that it curled into a white cold fog and flew out of the window.

Thank you, thank you, dear bird! - said the emperor. - I remember you! I drove you out of my state, and you drove away terrible ghosts from my bed, drove away Death itself! How can I reward you?

You have already rewarded me once and for all! - said the nightingale. - I saw tears in your eyes for the first time when I sang in front of you - I will never forget this! Tears are the most precious reward for a singer’s heart. But go to sleep now and wake up healthy and vigorous! I will lull you with my song!

And he sang again, and the emperor fell into a healthy, blessed sleep.

When he woke up, the sun was already shining through the windows. None of his servants looked at him; everyone thought that he had died; one nightingale sat by the window and sang.

You must stay with me forever! - said the emperor. - You will sing only when you want, and I will smash the artificial bird to pieces!

No need! - said the nightingale. - She brought as much benefit as she could! Let it remain with you as before! I can't live in a palace. Just let me fly to you whenever I want. Then every evening I will sit at your window and sing to you; my song will delight you and make you think. I will sing to you about the happy and the unhappy, about the good and the evil that lurk around you.

The little songbird flies everywhere, and even flies under the roof of the poor fisherman and peasant who live far from you. I love you for your heart more than for your crown, and yet the crown is surrounded by some special sacred charm! I will fly and sing to you! But promise me one thing!..

All! - said the emperor and stood up in all his royal majesty; he managed to put on his imperial robe and clutched a heavy golden saber to his heart.

I ask you one thing - don’t tell anyone that you have a little bird who tells you everything. Things will go better this way!

And the nightingale flew away.

The servants came in to look at the dead emperor and froze on the threshold, and the emperor told them.

"Nightingale"- a fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen, written in 1843.

"Nightingale" summary

The palace of the Chinese emperor was famous not only for its beauty, but also for the magnificent singing of the nightingale that lived in the garden. Travelers who visited the emperor's capital, upon returning home, spoke of the winged singer as a miracle. Scientists described it in books, poets wrote poems about it.

In the end, the emperor asked his entourage to find the bird and deliver it to the palace. They searched for a long time; When they saw the nightingale on a branch, they were surprised: it looked very modest. Nightingale agreed to attend the court holiday. He sang, and tears appeared in the emperor’s eyes. Remaining in the palace, the nightingale settled in a separate room. Now he lived surrounded by twelve servants and walked twice a day.

One day, an artificial nightingale was sent to the emperor as a gift. When he was wound up, he began to perform a melody - one and only, but very beautiful. The court bandmaster decided that now the birds would perform a duet, but a coordinated performance did not work out: the artificial one sang like a barrel organ. Nevertheless, he was a success: the courtiers listened to him thirty-three times in a row. When they remembered about the living nightingale, it turned out that he had left the palace.

The artificial bird became the emperor's favorite toy. But one day the mechanism malfunctioned and the melody stopped playing. After repairs made by the watchmaker, it was announced that due to the wear of the teeth, an artificial nightingale could only be wound once a year.

Five years later, the emperor fell seriously ill. Death came to the bedroom where he was lying. Suddenly a wonderful singing was heard: the living nightingale had returned. He sang until Death flew out the window. When the emperor began to thank the bird for saving him, she replied that the tears seen in his eyes at the moment of his first singing were the greatest reward for the singer. Waking up in the morning healthy, the emperor asked the nightingale to stay in the palace. The winged singer refused, explaining that he must fly around the world, talk about good and evil, and delight both the peasant and the fisherman with his melody.

Andersen's fairy tale "The Nightingale"

Genre: fairy tale-legend

The main characters of the fairy tale "The Nightingale" and their characteristics

1. The nightingale is a small, freedom-loving bird with a magically beautiful voice. I valued only sincerity.
2. The Emperor loved everything beautiful, but did not understand that a living nightingale is better than an artificial one
3. Death, at first glance cruel, but turned out to be sentimental after hearing the nightingale singing

Plan for retelling the fairy tale "The Nightingale"

1. Beautiful garden near the palace
2. Books about the nightingale
3. Searching for the nightingale in the palace
4. Little girl in the kitchen
5. Courtiers in the forest
6. Nightingale gives a concert in the palace
7. The nightingale lives in the palace
8. Artificial nightingale from Japan
9. Escape of the nightingale
10. Breakdown of the artificial nightingale
11. Emperor's illness
12. Death and evil deeds
13. Return of the Nightingale
14. Emperor's Promise

The shortest summary of the fairy tale "The Nightingale" for a reader's diary in 6 sentences

1. In the forest behind the imperial garden there lived a nightingale, whose singing all foreign guests admired and wrote about in their books.
2. The Emperor reads a book and orders the nightingale to be delivered to the palace
3. A little girl helps in the search for the nightingale and the courtiers are amazed by the nightingale's voice
4. The nightingale gives a concert in front of the emperor and the emperor cries
5. An artificial nightingale replaces the real one, but soon breaks down
6. The emperor is sick, but the nightingale returns and drives away death.

The main idea of ​​the fairy tale "The Nightingale"
Fake admiration is worth nothing, but real emotions are more valuable than anything else.

What does the fairy tale "The Nightingale" teach?
This fairy tale teaches us to love and appreciate the beauty of nature, teaches us to understand beauty, teaches us that no perfect machine made by human hands will ever replace the work of nature. This fairy tale also teaches gratitude.

Review of the fairy tale "The Nightingale"
I really like this fairy tale. It tells of the triumph of a real nightingale, whose singing was always different, over a mechanical toy that could sing only one melody and which could break. The Emperor of China realized his mistake, he could experience sincere feelings, and therefore the nightingale forgave him and helped him when he fell ill. This is a very beautiful fairy tale.

Proverbs for the fairy tale "The Nightingale"
The nightingale is small, but the voice is great.
Small spool but precious
A domestic calf is better than an overseas cow.

Summary, brief retelling of the fairy tale "The Nightingale"
In distant China, near the imperial palace there was a wonderful garden in which magical bells grew. The garden was very large and even the gardener did not know where its end was. And behind the garden in the forest lived a nightingale. And all the foreigners who came to the garden were amazed at the beauty of the nightingale’s voice.
They returned home and wrote books about China, in which they said that the best thing there is the nightingale.
One day the emperor read a book and was surprised, because he had never heard of a nightingale. He ordered the minister to bring him a nightingale so that he could listen to its singing.
The minister and courtiers ran around the entire palace, but no one heard about the nightingale. And only the little girl in the kitchen said that she knew where the nightingale lived.
She led the courtiers into the forest, and they mistook the mooing of cows and the croaking of frogs for nightingale singing. But then they heard the nightingale singing and were amazed. They invited the nightingale to the palace to sing to the emperor, and the nightingale agreed.
He sang to the emperor and he was amazed, he even cried, and the nightingale said that these tears were the best reward for him.
The nightingale began to live in the palace and the courtiers made sure that he did not fly away. And all the people fell in love with the nightingale.
But one day an artificial nightingale was brought from Japan that sang only one song. The real nightingale flew away, but no one was saddened by this. Everyone in the palace fell in love with the artificial nightingale.
But soon the artificial nightingale broke. The watchmaker repaired it, but now the nightingale was allowed to be wound only once a year.
5 years passed and the emperor fell ill. Everyone thought he was dead, but he just lay cold and sick on his bed.
The emperor saw death and his deeds - evil and good. He begged the artificial nightingale to sing to him, but he had to be wound up. And then a real nightingale flew in. He sang his song and death retreated. The nightingale promised that he would fly to the emperor and sing his songs to him, because he saw tears in the emperor’s eyes.
And the emperor recovered and greeted the stunned courtiers.

Drawings and illustrations for the fairy tale "The Nightingale"