The main idea is the flowers of Little Ida. Flowers of Little Ida

A fairy tale about how at night flowers gather for a ball, where they have fun and dance. The girl Ida learned about this story and wanted to see such a holiday. After night fell, the little girl was lucky enough to see a ball of flowers.

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My poor flowers are completely wilted! - said little Ida. “They were so beautiful last night, but now they’ve completely hung their heads!” Why is this? - she asked the student sitting on the sofa.

She loved this student very much - he knew how to tell the most wonderful stories and cut out the most amusing figures: hearts with little dancers inside, flowers and magnificent palaces with doors and windows that could be opened. This student was a great funny man!

What's wrong with them? - she asked again and showed him her wilted bouquet.

You know what? - said the student. - The flowers were at the ball last night, and now they have hung their heads!

But flowers don't dance! - said little Ida.

They're dancing! - answered the student. - At night, when it’s dark all around and we’re all asleep, they dance so merrily with each other, they throw such balls - it’s just a miracle!

Can't the children come to their ball?

Why, - said the student, - after all, little daisies and lilies of the valley also dance.

Where do the most beautiful flowers dance? - asked Ida.

Have you ever been outside the city, where there is a big palace where the king lives in the summer and where there is such a wonderful garden with flowers? Do you remember the swans that swam to you for bread crumbs? That's where the real balls happen!

“I was there with my mother just yesterday,” said little Ida, “but there are no more leaves on the trees, and not a single flower in the whole garden!” Where did they all go? There were so many of them in the summer!

“They are all in the palace,” said the student. - I must tell you that as soon as the king and the courtiers move to the city, all the flowers immediately run away from the garden straight to the palace, and there the fun begins! If only you could see it! The two most beautiful roses sit on the throne - this is the king and queen. Red cockscombs stand on both sides and bow - the egos of the chamber cadets. Then all the other beautiful flowers arrive and the ball begins. Hyacinths and crocuses represent little sea cadets and dance with young ladies - blue violets, and tulips and large yellow lilies are elderly ladies, they watch the dancing and generally keep order.

Can't the flowers get punished for dancing in the royal palace? - asked little Ida.

But no one knows about this! - said the student. - True, sometimes at night an old caretaker will look into the palace with a large bunch of keys in his hands, but the flowers, as soon as they hear the jingling of the keys, will now become subdued, hide behind the long curtains that hang on the windows, and only slightly peek out from there with one eye. “Something smells like flowers here,” the old caretaker mutters, but he doesn’t see anything.

That's funny! - said little Ida and even clapped her hands. - And I can’t see them either?

“You can,” said the student. “You just have to look through the windows when you go there again.” Today I saw a long yellow lily there; She lay and stretched on the sofa - imagining herself as a court lady.

Can flowers from the Botanical Garden come there too? It's far away!

Don't be afraid, said the student, they can fly whenever they want! Have you seen beautiful red, yellow and white butterflies that look like flowers? After all, they were flowers before, they just jumped from their stems high into the air, beat their petals like wings, and flew away. They behaved well, and for this they received permission to fly during the day; others must sit quietly on their stems, but they fly, and their petals have finally become real wings. You saw them yourself! But, perhaps, flowers from the Botanical Garden do not come to the royal palace! Maybe they don’t even know that such fun goes on there at night. I’ll tell you what: the professor of botany will be surprised later - you know him, he lives nearby! - when you come to his garden, tell some flower about the big balls in the royal palace. He will tell the others about this, and they will all run away. The professor will come to the garden, and there will not be a single flower there, and he will have no idea where they went!

How can a flower tell others? Flowers have no language.

Of course not,” said the student, “but they know how to communicate with signs!” You yourself saw how they sway and move their green leaves when the breeze blows a little. It's so cute between them - it's like they're talking!

Does the professor understand their signs? - asked little Ida.

Why! One morning he came into his garden and saw that a large nettle was making signs with its leaves to a lovely red carnation; with this she wanted to tell the carnation: “You are so sweet, I love you very much!” The professor didn’t like this, and he immediately hit the nettle leaves - the leaves of the nettle are like fingers - but he got burned! Since then he has not dared to touch her.

That's funny! - Ida said and laughed.

Well, is it possible to fill a child’s head with such nonsense? - said the boring adviser, who also came to visit and was sitting on the sofa.

He hated the student and always grumbled at him, especially when he carved intricate, funny figures, like a man on a gallows and with a heart in his hands - he was hanged for stealing hearts - or an old witch on a broomstick with her husband on nose

The adviser did not like all this very much, and he always repeated:

But Ida was very amused by the student’s story about flowers, and she thought about it all day. “So the flowers hung their heads because they were tired after the ball!” And little Ida went to her table, where all her toys stood; The drawer of the table was also chock-full of various things. The Sophie doll lay in her crib and slept, but Ida said to her:

You will have to get up, Sophie, and lie in the box this night: the poor flowers are sick, they need to be put in your bed - maybe they will recover!

And she took the doll out of the bed. Sophie looked at Ida very dissatisfied and did not say a word - she was angry because her bed was taken away from her.

Ida laid out the flowers, covered them well with a blanket and told them to lie still, for this she promised to give them tea, and then they would get up tomorrow morning completely healthy! Then she closed the canopy so that the sun would not shine in the eyes of the flowers.

The student’s story couldn’t get out of her head, and, getting ready to go to bed, Ida couldn’t resist peeking behind the window curtains that were drawn down for the night: on the windows stood her mother’s wonderful flowers - tulips and hyacinths, and little Ida whispered to them:

I know you will have a ball tonight!

The flowers stood as if nothing had happened and didn’t even move, but little Ida knew what she knew.

In bed, Ida thought about the same thing for a long time and kept imagining how cute it must be when the flowers dance! “Were my flowers really at the ball in the palace?” - she thought and fell asleep.

But in the middle of the night, little Ida suddenly woke up, she now saw in her dream flowers, a student and an adviser who scolded the student for filling her head with trifles. It was quiet in the room where Ida was lying, a night light was burning on the table, and mom and dad were fast asleep.

I would like to know: do my flowers sleep in my bed? - little Ida said to herself and rose from the pillow to look at the half-open door, behind which were her toys and flowers; then she listened - it seemed to her that they were playing the piano in that room, but very quietly and gently; She had never heard such music before.

That's right, the flowers are dancing! - said Ida. - Lord, how I would like to see it!

But she didn’t dare get out of bed, so as not to wake up mom and dad.

If only the flowers could come here! - she said.

But the flowers did not come, and the music continued, so quiet, gentle, just a miracle! Then Idochka couldn’t stand it, she slowly crawled out of the crib, tiptoed to the door and looked into the next room. What a beauty it was there!

There was no night light in that room, but it was still as bright as day, from the moon looking out of the window directly onto the floor, where tulips and hyacinths stood in two rows; There was not a single flower left on the windows - only pots with soil. The flowers danced very cutely: they either stood in a circle, then, holding long green leaves, like hands, they spun in pairs. A large yellow lily was playing on the piano - this is probably what little Ida saw in the summer! She remembered well how the student said: “Oh, how she looks like Miss Lina!” Everyone laughed at him then, but now Ida really thought that the long yellow lily looked like Lina; she played the piano just like Lina: she turned her long face first in one direction, then in the other and nodded to the beat wonderful music. Nobody noticed Ida.

Suddenly little Ida saw that a large blue crocus jumped right into the middle of the table with toys, went up to the doll’s crib and pulled back the curtain; There were sick flowers lying there, but they quickly stood up and nodded their heads, letting him know that they, too, wanted to dance. Old Smoking Room with a broken lower lip stood up and bowed to the beautiful flowers; They didn’t look like they were sick at all - they jumped off the table and started having fun with everyone else.

At that moment there was a knock, as if something had fallen to the floor. Ida looked in that direction - it was a Maslenitsa willow: she also jumped from the table to the flowers, believing that she was akin to them. The willow was nice too; it was decorated with paper flowers, and on top sat a wax doll wearing a wide-brimmed black hat, exactly the same as the adviser’s. Willow jumped among the flowers and loudly stomped her three red wooden stilts - she danced a mazurka, and the other flowers could not do this dance, because they were too light and could not stomp. But here wax doll on the willow tree she suddenly stretched out, twirled over the paper flowers and screamed loudly:

Well, is it possible to fill a child’s head with such nonsense? Stupid ideas!

Now the doll was exactly like the adviser, in a black wide-brimmed hat, just as yellow and angry! But the paper flowers hit her on her thin legs, and she again shrank into a small wax doll. It was so funny that Ida couldn’t help but laugh.

The willow continued to dance, and the adviser, willy-nilly, had to dance with her, no matter whether he stretched out to his full length, or remained a small wax doll in a black wide-brimmed hat. Finally, the flowers, especially those that were lying in the doll's bed, began to ask for him, and the willow left him alone. Suddenly something loudly knocked in the box where the Sophie doll and other toys lay. The smoking room ran along the edge of the table, lay down on his stomach and opened the drawer. Sophie stood up and looked around in surprise.

Yes, it turns out you are having a ball! - she said. - Why didn’t they tell me?

Do you want to dance with me? - asked the Smoking Room.

Nice gentleman! - Sophie said and turned her back to him; then she sat down on the box and began to wait - maybe one of the flowers would invite her, but no one thought of inviting her. She coughed loudly, but no one came to her either. The smoking room danced alone, and very well!

Seeing that the flowers were not even looking at her, Sophie suddenly fell from the box onto the floor and made such a noise that everyone ran to her and began to ask if she had hurt herself? Everyone spoke to her very kindly, especially those flowers that had just slept in her crib; Sophie was not hurt at all, and little Ida’s flowers began to thank her for the wonderful bed, then they took her with them to a moonlit circle on the floor and began to dance with her, while other flowers swirled around them. Now Sophie was very pleased and told the flowers that she was willing to give up her crib to them - she was happy in the box!

Thank you! - said the flowers. - But we can't live that long! In the morning we will be completely dead! Just tell little Ida to bury us in the garden where the canary is buried; In the summer we will grow again and be even more beautiful!

No, you don't have to die! - Sophie said and kissed the flowers.

At this time, the door opened and a whole crowd of flowers entered the room. Ida could not understand where they came from - it must have been from the royal palace. In front walked two lovely roses with small golden crowns on their heads - these were the king and queen. Behind them, bowing in all directions, walked the wonderful gillyflowers and carnations. The musicians - large poppies and peonies - blew into pea husks and turned completely red from the effort, and small blue bells and white snowdrops rang as if they were wearing bells. There it was funny music! Then a whole crowd of other flowers walked, and they all danced - blue violets, and red marigolds, and daisies, and lilies of the valley. The flowers danced and kissed so cutely that they were a sight to behold!

Finally everyone wished each other Good night, and little Ida quietly snuck into her crib, and all night she dreamed of flowers and everything she saw.

In the morning she got up and ran to her table to see if her flowers were there.

She pulled back the curtains - yes, they were lying in the crib, but they were completely, completely withered! Sophie was also lying in her place in the box and looked completely sleepy.

Do you remember what you need to tell me? - Ida asked her.

But Sophie looked at her stupidly and did not open her mouth.

How bad you are! - said Ida. - And they also danced with you!

Then she took a cardboard box with a pretty bird painted on the lid, opened the box and put dead flowers in it.

Here's your coffin! - she said. - And when my Norwegian cousins come, we will bury you in the garden so that next summer you will grow even more beautiful!

Jonas and Adolf, Norwegian cousins, were lively boys; their father gave them a new bow, and they came to show them to Ida. She told them about the poor dead flowers and allowed them to help bury them. The boys walked ahead with bows on their shoulders; behind them is little Ida with dead flowers in a box. They dug a grave in the garden, Ida kissed the flowers and lowered the box into the hole, and Jonas and Adolf shot over the grave with bows - they had neither rifles nor cannons.

Hans Christian Andersen

Little Ida's flowers

What's wrong with them? - she asked again and showed him her wilted bouquet.

You know what? - said the student. - The flowers were at the ball last night, and now they have hung their heads!

But flowers don't dance! - said little Ida.

They're dancing! - answered the student. - At night, when it’s dark all around and we’re all asleep, they dance so merrily with each other, they throw such balls - it’s just a miracle!

Can't the children come to their ball?

Why, - said the student, - after all, little daisies and lilies of the valley also dance.

Where do the most beautiful flowers dance? - asked Ida.

“I was there with my mother yesterday,” said little Ida, “but not in the trees!” more leaves, and not a single flower in the whole garden! Where did they all go? There were so many of them in the summer!

Can't the flowers get punished for dancing in the royal palace? - asked little Ida.

That's funny! - said little Ida and even clapped her hands. - And I can’t see them either?

“You can,” said the student. “You just have to look through the windows when you go there again.” Today I saw a long yellow lily there; She lay and stretched on the sofa, imagining herself as a court lady.

Can flowers from the Botanical Garden come there too? It's far away!

Don't be afraid, said the student, they can fly whenever they want! Have you seen beautiful red, yellow and white butterflies that look like flowers? After all, they were flowers before, they just jumped from their stems high into the air, beat their petals like wings, and flew away. They behaved well, and for this they received permission to fly during the day; others must sit quietly on their stems, but they fly, and their petals have finally become real wings. You saw them yourself! But, perhaps, flowers from the Botanical Garden do not come to the royal palace! Maybe they don’t even know that such fun goes on there at night. I’ll tell you what: the professor of botany will be surprised later - you know him, he lives nearby! - when you come to his garden, tell some flower about the big balls in the royal palace. He will tell the others about this, and they will all run away. The professor will come to the garden, and there won’t be a single flower there, and he won’t understand where they went!

How can a flower tell others? Flowers have no language.

Of course not,” said the student, “but they know how to communicate with signs!” You yourself saw how they sway and move their green leaves when the breeze blows. It's so cute between them - it's like they're talking!

Does the professor understand their signs? - asked little Ida.

Why! One morning he came into his garden and saw that a large nettle was making signs with its leaves to a lovely red carnation; With this she wanted to tell the carnation: “You are so sweet, I love you very much!” The professor didn’t like this, and he immediately hit the nettle leaves - nettle leaves are like fingers - but he got burned! Since then he has not dared to touch her.

That's funny! - Ida said and laughed.

Well, is it possible to fill a child’s head with such nonsense? said the boring adviser, who also came to visit and was sitting on the sofa.

Well, is it possible to fill a child’s head with such nonsense? Stupid ideas!

But Ida was very amused by the student’s story about flowers, and she thought about it all day.

“So the flowers hung their heads because they were tired after the ball!” And little Ida went to her table, where all her toys stood; The drawer of the table was also chock-full of various things. The Sophie doll lay in her crib and slept, but Ida said to her:

You will have to get up, Sophie, and lie in the box this night: the poor flowers are sick, they need to be put in your bed - maybe they will recover!

And she took the doll out of the bed. Sophie looked at Ida very dissatisfied and did not say a word - she was angry because her bed was taken away from her.

What's wrong with them? - she asked again and showed him her wilted bouquet.

You know what? - said the student. - The flowers were at the ball last night, and now they have hung their heads!

But flowers don't dance! - said little Ida.

They're dancing! - answered the student. - At night, when it’s dark all around and we’re all asleep, they dance so merrily with each other, they throw such balls - it’s just a miracle!

Can't the children come to their ball?

Why, - said the student, - after all, little daisies and lilies of the valley also dance.

Where do the most beautiful flowers dance? - asked Ida.

Can't the flowers get punished for dancing in the royal palace? - asked little Ida.

That's funny! - said little Ida and even clapped her hands. - And I can’t see them either?

Can flowers from the Botanical Garden come there too? It's far away!

Don't be afraid, said the student, they can fly whenever they want! Have you seen beautiful red, yellow and white butterflies that look like flowers? After all, they were flowers before, they just jumped from their stems high into the air, beat their petals like wings, and flew away. They behaved well, and for this they received permission to fly during the day; others must sit quietly on their stems, but they fly, and their petals have finally become real wings. You saw them yourself! But, perhaps, flowers from the Botanical Garden do not come to the royal palace! Maybe they don’t even know that such fun goes on there at night. I’ll tell you what: the professor of botany will be surprised later - you know him, he lives nearby! - when you come to his garden, tell some flower about the big balls in the royal palace. He will tell the others about this, and they will all run away. The professor will come to the garden, and there won’t be a single flower there, and he won’t understand where they went!

How can a flower tell others? Flowers have no language.

Does the professor understand their signs? - asked little Ida.

What's wrong with them? - she asked again and showed him her wilted bouquet.

You know what? - said the student. - The flowers were at the ball last night, and now they have hung their heads!

But flowers don't dance! - said little Ida.

They're dancing! - answered the student. - At night, when it’s dark all around and we’re all asleep, they dance so merrily with each other, they throw such balls - it’s just a miracle!

Can't the children come to their ball?

Why, - said the student, - after all, little daisies and lilies of the valley also dance.

Where do the most beautiful flowers dance? - asked Ida.

Can't the flowers get punished for dancing in the royal palace? - asked little Ida.

That's funny! - said little Ida and even clapped her hands. - And I can’t see them either?

Can flowers from the Botanical Garden come there too? It's far away!

Don't be afraid, said the student, they can fly whenever they want! Have you seen beautiful red, yellow and white butterflies that look like flowers? After all, they were flowers before, they just jumped from their stems high into the air, beat their petals like wings, and flew away. They behaved well, and for this they received permission to fly during the day; others must sit quietly on their stems, but they fly, and their petals have finally become real wings. You saw them yourself! But, perhaps, flowers from the Botanical Garden do not come to the royal palace! Maybe they don’t even know that such fun goes on there at night. I’ll tell you what: the professor of botany will be surprised later - you know him, he lives nearby! - when you come to his garden, tell some flower about the big balls in the royal palace. He will tell the others about this, and they will all run away. The professor will come to the garden, and there won’t be a single flower there, and he won’t understand where they went!

How can a flower tell others? Flowers have no language.

Does the professor understand their signs? - asked little Ida.

That's funny! - Ida said and laughed.

Well, is it possible to fill a child’s head with such nonsense? - said the boring adviser, who also came to visit and was sitting on the sofa.

But Ida was very amused by the student’s story about flowers, and she thought about it all day.

You will have to get up, Sophie, and lie in the box this night: the poor flowers are sick, they need to be put in your bed - maybe they will recover!

And she took the doll out of the bed. Sophie looked at Ida very dissatisfied and did not say a word - she was angry because her bed was taken away from her.

I know you will have a ball tonight!

The flowers stood as if nothing had happened and didn’t even move, but little Ida knew what she knew.

I would like to know: do my flowers sleep in my bed? - little Ida said to herself and rose from the pillow to look through the half-open door, behind which were her toys and flowers; then she listened - it seemed to her that they were playing the piano in that room, but very quietly and gently; She had never heard such music before.

That's right, the flowers are dancing! - said Ida. - Lord, how I would like to see it!

But she didn’t dare get out of bed, so as not to wake up mom and dad.

If only the flowers could come here! - she said. But the flowers did not come, and the music continued, so quiet, gentle, just a miracle! Then Idochka couldn’t stand it, she slowly crawled out of the crib, tiptoed to the door and looked into the next room. What a beauty it was there!

There was no night light in that room, but it was still as bright as day, from the moon looking out of the window directly onto the floor, where tulips and hyacinths stood in two rows; There was not a single flower left on the windows - only pots of soil. The flowers danced very cutely: they either stood in a circle, then, holding long green leaves, like hands, they spun in pairs. A large yellow lily was playing on the piano - this is probably what little Ida saw in the summer! She remembered well how the student said: “Oh, how she looks like Miss Lina!” Everyone laughed at him then, but now Ida really thought the long yellow lily looked like Lina; She played the piano just like Lina: she turned her long face first in one direction, then in the other and nodded to the beat of the wonderful music. Nobody noticed Ida.

Suddenly little Ida saw that a large blue crocus jumped right into the middle of the table with toys, went up to the doll's crib and pulled back the curtain; There were sick flowers lying there, but they quickly stood up and nodded their heads, letting him know that they, too, wanted to dance. Old Smoking Room with a broken lower lip stood up and bowed to the beautiful flowers; They didn’t look like they were sick at all - they jumped off the table and started having fun with everyone else.

But then the wax doll on the willow tree suddenly stretched out, twirled over the paper flowers and screamed loudly:

Well, is it possible to fill a child’s head with such nonsense? Stupid ideas!

Yes, it turns out you are having a ball! - she said. - Why didn’t they tell me?

Do you want to dance with me? - asked the Smoking Room.

Nice gentleman! - Sophie said and turned her back to him; then she sat down on the box and began to wait - maybe one of the flowers would invite her, but no one thought of inviting her. She coughed loudly, but even then no one came to her. The smoking room danced alone, and very well!

No, you don't have to die! - Sophie said and kissed the flowers. At this time, the door opened and a whole crowd of flowers entered the room. Ida could not understand where they came from - it must have been from the royal palace. In front walked two lovely roses with small golden crowns on their heads - these were the king and queen. Behind them, bowing in all directions, walked the wonderful gillyflowers and carnations. The musicians - large poppies and peonies - blew into pea husks and turned completely red from the effort, and small blue bells and white snowdrops rang as if they were wearing bells. That was funny music! Then a whole crowd of other flowers walked, and they all danced - blue violets, and red marigolds, and daisies, and lilies of the valley. The flowers danced and kissed so cutely that they were a sight to behold!

Finally, everyone wished each other good night, and little Ida quietly snuck into her crib, and all night she dreamed of flowers and everything she saw.

In the morning she got up and ran to her table to see if her flowers were there.

She pulled back the curtains - yes, they were lying in the crib, but they were completely, completely withered! Sophie was also lying in her place in the box and looking very sleepy.

Do you remember what you need to tell me? - Ida asked her.

But Sophie looked at her stupidly and did not open her mouth.

How bad you are! - said Ida. - And they also danced with you!

Then she took a cardboard box with a pretty bird painted on the lid, opened the box and put dead flowers inside.

Here's your coffin! - she said. - And when my Norwegian cousins come, we will bury you - in the garden, so that next summer you will grow even more beautiful!

Hans Christian Andersen

Little Ida's flowers

What's wrong with them? - she asked again and showed him her wilted bouquet.

You know what? - said the student. - The flowers were at the ball last night, and now they have hung their heads!

But flowers don't dance! - said little Ida.

They're dancing! - answered the student. - At night, when it’s dark all around and we’re all asleep, they dance so merrily with each other, they throw such balls - it’s just a miracle!

Can't the children come to their ball?

Why, - said the student, - after all, little daisies and lilies of the valley also dance.

Where do the most beautiful flowers dance? - asked Ida.

Can't the flowers get punished for dancing in the royal palace? - asked little Ida.

That's funny! - said little Ida and even clapped her hands. - And I can’t see them either?

Can flowers from the Botanical Garden come there too? It's far away!

Don't be afraid, said the student, they can fly whenever they want! Have you seen beautiful red, yellow and white butterflies that look like flowers? After all, they were flowers before, they just jumped from their stems high into the air, beat their petals like wings, and flew away. They behaved well, and for this they received permission to fly during the day; others must sit quietly on their stems, but they fly, and their petals have finally become real wings. You saw them yourself! But, perhaps, flowers from the Botanical Garden do not come to the royal palace! Maybe they don’t even know that such fun goes on there at night. I’ll tell you what: the professor of botany will be surprised later - you know him, he lives nearby! - when you come to his garden, tell some flower about the big balls in the royal palace. He will tell the others about this, and they will all run away. The professor will come to the garden, and there won’t be a single flower there, and he won’t understand where they went!

How can a flower tell others? Flowers have no language.

Does the professor understand their signs? - asked little Ida.

Why! One morning he came into his garden and saw that a large nettle was making signs with its leaves to a lovely red carnation; with this she wanted to tell the carnation: “You are so sweet, I love you very much!” The professor didn’t like this, and he immediately hit the nettle leaves - nettle leaves are like fingers - but he got burned! Since then he has not dared to touch her.

That's funny! - Ida said and laughed.

Well, is it possible to fill a child’s head with such nonsense? said the boring adviser, who also came to visit and was sitting on the sofa.

Well, is it possible to fill a child’s head with such nonsense? Stupid ideas!

But Ida was very amused by the student’s story about flowers, and she thought about it all day.

You will have to get up, Sophie, and lie in the box this night: the poor flowers are sick, they need to be put in your bed - maybe they will recover!

And she took the doll out of the bed. Sophie looked at Ida very dissatisfied and did not say a word - she was angry because her bed was taken away from her.

I know you will have a ball tonight!

The flowers stood as if nothing had happened and didn’t even move, but little Ida knew what she knew.