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A terrible incident! - said the chicken, who lived on the other side of the city, and not where the incident happened. - A terrible incident in the chicken coop! I just don’t dare spend the night alone now! It's good that there are a lot of us in our place!
And she began to tell it, so much so that all the chickens’ feathers stood on end, and the rooster’s comb shrank. Yes, yes, the true truth!
But we'll start over, and it all started in a chicken coop on the other side of town.
The sun was setting, and all the chickens were already roosting. One of them, a white short-legged hen in all respects, respectable and respectable, regularly laying the required number of eggs, having sat down comfortably, began to preen itself before going to bed and straighten its feathers with its beak. And then one small feather flew out and fell on the floor.
Look how it flew! - said the chicken. - Well, it’s okay, the more I clean myself, the more beautiful I become!
This was said as a joke - the chicken was generally of a cheerful disposition, but this did not in the least prevent her from being, as already said, a very, very respectable chicken. With that she fell asleep.
It was dark in the chicken coop. The chickens were all sitting nearby, and the one that was sitting side by side with our chicken was not yet sleeping; It wasn’t that she was deliberately eavesdropping on her neighbor’s words, but just listening out of the corner of her ear - this is what you should do if you want to live in peace with your neighbors! And so she could not resist and whispered to her other neighbor:
Did you hear? I don’t want to name names, but there is a chicken here who is ready to pluck all her feathers just to be more beautiful. If I were a rooster, I would despise her!
Just above the chickens an owl was sitting in a nest with her husband and children; Owls have sharp ears, and they did not miss a single word from their neighbor. At the same time, they all rolled their eyes intensely, and the owl waved its wings like fans.
Shh! Don't listen, kids! However, you, of course, have already heard? Me too. Oh! My ears are just drooping! One of the hens became so forgetful that she began plucking her feathers right in front of the rooster!
Prenez gade aux enfants - said the father owl. “Children shouldn’t listen to things like that!”
We’ll still have to tell our neighbor the owl about this, she’s such a sweet person! - And the owl flew to the neighbor.
Uh-huh, uh-huh! - both owls then hooted right above the neighboring dovecote. - Did you hear? Have you heard? Yes! One hen plucked all her feathers because of the rooster! She will freeze, freeze to death! If you're not already frozen! Yes!
Kur-kur! Where, where? - the pigeons cooed.
In the next yard! It happened almost before my eyes! It’s simply indecent to talk about it, but it’s the true truth!
We believe, we believe! - said the pigeons and cooed to the chickens sitting below:
Kur-kur! One hen, they say, even two, plucked all their feathers to distinguish themselves in front of the rooster! Risky idea! You can catch a cold and die, but they already died!
Crow! - the rooster crowed, flying up onto the fence. - Wake up. - His eyes were still completely stuck together from sleep, and he was already shouting:
Three hens died from unhappy love for a rooster! They plucked all their feathers! Such a nasty story! I don’t want to remain silent about her! Let it spread all over the world!
Let it go, let it go! - they squeaked bats, the chickens clucked, the roosters crowed. - Let it go, let it go!
And the story spread from yard to yard, from chicken coop to chicken coop, and finally reached the place from where it started.
Five hens, it was said here, plucked out all their feathers to show which of them had lost more weight from their love for the rooster! Then they pecked each other to death, to the shame and disgrace of their entire family and to the loss of their masters!
The chicken that dropped one feather, of course, did not recognize its own history and, like a respectable chicken in all respects, said:
I despise these chickens! But there are many of them! However, one cannot remain silent about such things! And I, for my part, will do everything to ensure that this story gets into the newspapers! Let it spread all over the world - these chickens and their entire family are worth it!
And the newspapers actually published the whole story, and this is the true truth: it’s not difficult for one small feather to turn into as many as five chickens!
A terrible incident! - said the chicken, who lived on the other side of the city, and not where the incident happened. - A terrible incident in the chicken coop! I just don’t dare spend the night alone now! It's good that there are a lot of us in our place!
And she began to tell it, so much so that the feathers of all the chickens stood on end, and the rooster’s comb shrank. Yes, yes, the true truth!
But we'll start over, and it all started in a chicken coop on the other side of town.
The sun was setting, and all the chickens were already roosting. One of them, a white short-legged hen in all respects, respectable and respectable, regularly laying the required number of eggs, having sat down comfortably, began to clean and preen itself before going to bed. And then one small feather flew out and fell to the ground.
- Look, it's gone! - said the chicken. - Well, it’s okay, the more you prettify yourself, the prettier you become!
This was said as a joke - the chicken was generally of a cheerful disposition, but this did not in the least prevent her from being, as already said, a very, very respectable chicken. With that she fell asleep.
It was dark in the chicken coop. The chickens were sitting nearby, and the one that was sitting side by side with our hen was not yet sleeping: it wasn’t that she was deliberately eavesdropping on her neighbor’s words, but she heard it out of the corner of her ear - this is what you should do if you want to live in peace with your neighbors! And so she could not resist and whispered to her other neighbor:
- Did you hear? I don’t want to name names, but there is a chicken among us who is ready to pluck all her feathers just to be more beautiful. If I were a rooster, I would despise her!
Just above the chickens an owl was sitting in a nest with her husband and children; Owls have keen hearing, and they did not miss a single word from their neighbor. At the same time, they all rolled their eyes intensely, and the owl waved its wings like fans.
- Shh! Don't listen, kids! However, you, of course, have already heard? Me too. Oh! My ears are just drooping! One of the hens became so forgetful that she began plucking her feathers right in front of the rooster!
- Be careful, there are children here! - said the owl father. - They don’t talk about such things in front of children!
- We still need to tell our neighbor the owl about this, she is such a sweet person!
And the owl flew to the neighbor.
- Uh-huh, uh-huh! - both owls then hooted right above the neighboring dovecote. - Did you hear? Have you heard? Yes! One hen plucked all her feathers because of the rooster! She will freeze, freeze to death! If it's not already frozen! Yes!
- Kur-kur! Where, where? - the pigeons cooed.
- In the next yard! It happened almost before my eyes! It’s simply indecent to talk about it, but it’s the true truth!
- We believe, we believe! - said the pigeons and cooed to the chickens sitting below: - Kur-kur! One hen, and others say even two, plucked all their feathers to distinguish themselves in front of the rooster! A risky undertaking. It won’t take long for them to catch a cold and die, but they already died!
- Cuckoo! - the rooster crowed, flying up onto the fence. - Wake up! - His eyes were still sticking together from sleep, and he was already shouting: “Three hens died from unhappy love for a rooster!” They plucked all their feathers! Such a nasty story! I don’t want to remain silent about her! Let it spread all over the world!
- Let it go, let it go! - the bats squealed, the chickens clucked, the rooster crowed. - Let it go, let it go!
And the story spread from yard to yard, from chicken coop to chicken coop, and finally reached the place from where it started.
“Five hens,” it was said here, “plucked out all their feathers to show which of them was the most emaciated from the love of the rooster!” Then they pecked each other to death, to the shame and disgrace of their entire family and to the loss of their masters!
The hen who dropped the feather had no idea that this whole story was about her, and, like a respectable hen in all respects, she said:
- I despise these chickens! But there are many of them! However, one cannot remain silent about such things! And I, for my part, will do everything to ensure that this story gets into the newspapers! Let it spread all over the world - these chickens and their entire family are worth it!
And the newspapers actually published the whole story, and this is the true truth: from one feather it is not at all difficult to make as many as five chickens!
Stranger, we advise you to read a fairy tale" The real truth"Hans Christian Andersen himself and his children, this is a wonderful work created by our ancestors. A small amount of details of the surrounding world makes the depicted world more rich and believable. Charm, admiration and indescribable inner joy produce the pictures drawn by our imagination when reading such works. All descriptions environment created and presented with feeling deepest love and appreciation for the object of presentation and creation. The text, written in the last millennium, combines surprisingly easily and naturally with our modern times; its relevance has not diminished at all. “Good always triumphs over evil” - on this foundation will be built a creation similar to this one, with early years laying the foundation for our understanding of the world. Main character always wins not through deceit and cunning, but through kindness, kindness and love - this is the most important quality children's characters. You can read the fairy tale “The True Truth” by Hans Christian Andersen for free online countless times without losing your love and desire for this creation.
A terrible accident! - said the chicken, who lived on the other side of the city, and not where the incident happened. - A terrible incident in the chicken coop! I just don’t dare spend the night alone now! It's good that there are a lot of us in our place!
And she began to tell it, so much so that the feathers of all the chickens stood on end, and the rooster’s comb shrank. Yes, yes, the true truth!
But we'll start over, and it all started in a chicken coop on the other side of town.
The sun was setting, and all the chickens were already roosting. One of them, a white short-legged hen in all respects, respectable and respectable, regularly laying the required number of eggs, having sat down comfortably, began to clean and preen itself before going to bed. And then one small feather flew out and fell to the ground.
Look, it's gone! - said the chicken. - Well, it’s okay, the more you prettify yourself, the prettier you become!
This was said as a joke - the chicken was generally of a cheerful disposition, but this did not in the least prevent her from being, as already said, a very, very respectable chicken. With that she fell asleep.
It was dark in the chicken coop. The chickens were sitting nearby, and the one that was sitting side by side with our hen was not yet sleeping: it wasn’t that she was deliberately eavesdropping on her neighbor’s words, but she heard it out of the corner of her ear - this is what you should do if you want to live in peace with your neighbors! And so she could not resist and whispered to her other neighbor:
Did you hear? I don’t want to name names, but there is a chicken among us who is ready to pluck all her feathers just to be more beautiful. If I were a rooster, I would despise her!
Just above the chickens an owl was sitting in a nest with her husband and children; Owls have keen hearing, and they did not miss a single word from their neighbor. At the same time, they all rolled their eyes intensely, and the owl waved its wings like fans.
Shh! Don't listen, kids! However, you, of course, have already heard? Me too. Oh! My ears are just drooping! One of the hens became so forgetful that she began plucking her feathers right in front of the rooster!
Be careful, there are children here! - said the owl father. - They don’t talk about such things in front of children!
We still need to tell our neighbor the owl about this, she is such a sweet person!
And the owl flew to the neighbor.
Uh-huh, uh-huh! - both owls then hooted right above the neighboring dovecote. - Did you hear? Have you heard? Yes! One hen plucked all her feathers because of the rooster! She will freeze, freeze to death! If it's not already frozen! Yes!
Kur-kur! Where, where? - the pigeons cooed.
In the next yard! It happened almost before my eyes! It’s simply indecent to talk about it, but it’s the true truth!
We believe, we believe! - said the pigeons and cooed to the chickens sitting below: - Kur-kur! One hen, and others say even two, plucked all their feathers to distinguish themselves in front of the rooster! A risky undertaking. It won’t take long for them to catch a cold and die, but they already died!
Crow! - the rooster crowed, flying up onto the fence. - Wake up! - His eyes were still sticking together from sleep, and he was already shouting: “Three hens died from unhappy love for a rooster!” They plucked all their feathers! Such a nasty story! I don’t want to remain silent about her! Let it spread all over the world!
Let it go, let it go! - the bats squealed, the chickens clucked, the rooster crowed. - Let it go, let it go!
And the story spread from yard to yard, from chicken coop to chicken coop, and finally reached the place from where it started.
Five hens, it was said here, plucked out all their feathers to show which of them had lost more weight from their love for the rooster! Then they pecked each other to death, to the shame and disgrace of their entire family and to the loss of their masters!
The hen who dropped the feather had no idea that this whole story was about her, and, like a respectable hen in all respects, she said:
I despise these chickens! But there are many of them! However, one cannot remain silent about such things! And I, for my part, will do everything to ensure that this story gets into the newspapers! Let it spread all over the world - these chickens and their entire family are worth it!
Hans Christian Andersen
THE REAL TRUTH
A terrible incident! - said the chicken, who lived on the other side of the city, and not where the incident happened. - A terrible incident in the chicken coop! I just don’t dare spend the night alone now! It's good that there are a lot of us in our place!
And she began to tell it, so much so that the feathers of all the chickens stood on end, and the rooster’s comb shrank. Yes, yes, the true truth!
But we'll start over, and it all started in a chicken coop on the other side of the city.
The sun was setting, and all the chickens were already roosting. One of them, a white short-legged hen in all respects, respectable and respectable, regularly laying the required number of eggs, having sat down comfortably, began to clean and preen itself before going to bed. And then one small feather flew out and fell to the ground.
Look, it's gone! - said the chicken. - Well, it’s okay, the more you prettify yourself, the prettier you become!
This was said as a joke - the hen was generally of a cheerful disposition, but this did not in the least prevent her from being, as already said, a very, very respectable hen. With that she fell asleep.
It was dark in the chicken coop. The chickens were sitting nearby, and the one that was sitting side by side with our hen was not yet sleeping: it wasn’t that she was deliberately eavesdropping on her neighbor’s words, but she heard it out of the corner of her ear - that’s what it should be if you want to live in peace with neighbors! And so she could not resist and whispered to her other neighbor:
Did you hear? I don’t want to name names, but there is a chicken among us who is ready to pluck all her feathers just to be more beautiful. If I were a rooster, I would despise her!
Just above the chickens an owl was sitting in a nest with her husband and children; Owls have keen hearing, and they did not miss a single word from their neighbor. At the same time, they all rolled their eyes vigorously, and the owl waved its wings like fans.
Shh! Don't listen, kids! However, you, of course, have already heard? Me too. Oh! My ears are just drooping! One of the hens became so forgetful that she began plucking her feathers right in front of the rooster!
Be careful, there are children here! - said the owl father. - They don’t talk about such things in front of children!
We still need to tell our neighbor the owl about this, she is such a sweet person!
And the owl flew to the neighbor.
Uh-huh, uh-huh! - both owls then hooted right above the neighboring dovecote. - Did you hear? Have you heard? Yes! One hen plucked all her feathers because of the rooster! She will freeze, freeze to death! If it's not already frozen! Yes!
Kur-kur! Where, where? - the pigeons cooed.
In the next yard! It happened almost before my eyes! It’s simply indecent to talk about it, but it’s the true truth!
We believe, we believe! - said the pigeons and cooed to the chickens sitting below: - Kur-kur! One hen, and others say even two, plucked all their feathers to distinguish themselves in front of the rooster! A risky undertaking. It won’t take long for them to catch a cold and die, but they already died!
Crow! - the rooster crowed, flying up onto the fence. - Wake up! - His eyes were still sticking together from sleep, and he was already shouting: “Three hens died from unhappy love for a rooster!” They plucked all their feathers! Such a nasty story! I don’t want to remain silent about her! Let it spread all over the world!
Let it go, let it go! - the bats squealed, the chickens clucked, the rooster crowed. - Let it go, let it go!
And the story spread from yard to yard, from chicken coop to chicken coop, and finally reached the place from where it started.
Five hens, it was said here, plucked out all their feathers to show which of them had lost more weight from their love for the rooster! Then they pecked each other to death, to the shame and disgrace of their entire family and to the loss of their masters!
The hen who dropped the feather had no idea that this whole story was about her, and, like a respectable hen in all respects, she said:
I despise these chickens! But there are many of them! However, one cannot remain silent about such things! And I, for my part, will do everything to ensure that this story gets into the newspapers! Let it spread all over the world - these chickens and their entire family are worth it!
And the newspapers actually published the whole story, and this is the true truth: from one feather it is not at all difficult to make as many as five chickens!
Hans Christian Andersen
The real truth
A terrible incident! - said the chicken, who lived on the other side of the city, and not where the incident happened. - A terrible incident in the chicken coop! I just don’t dare spend the night alone now! It's good that there are a lot of us in our place!
And she began to tell it, so much so that the feathers of all the chickens stood on end, and the rooster’s comb shrank. Yes, yes, the true truth!
But we'll start over, and it all started in a chicken coop on the other side of town.
The sun was setting, and all the chickens were already roosting. One of them, a white short-legged hen in all respects, respectable and respectable, regularly laying the required number of eggs, having sat down comfortably, began to clean and preen itself before going to bed. And then one small feather flew out and fell to the ground.
Look, it's gone! - said the chicken. - Well, it’s okay, the more you prettify yourself, the prettier you become!
This was said as a joke - the chicken was generally of a cheerful disposition, but this did not in the least prevent her from being, as already said, a very, very respectable chicken. With that she fell asleep.
It was dark in the chicken coop. The chickens were sitting nearby, and the one that was sitting side by side with our hen was not yet sleeping: it wasn’t that she was deliberately eavesdropping on her neighbor’s words, but she heard it out of the corner of her ear - this is what you should do if you want to live in peace with your neighbors! And so she could not resist and whispered to her other neighbor:
Did you hear? I don’t want to name names, but there is a chicken among us who is ready to pluck all her feathers just to be more beautiful. If I were a rooster, I would despise her!
Just above the chickens an owl was sitting in a nest with her husband and children; Owls have keen hearing, and they did not miss a single word from their neighbor. At the same time, they all rolled their eyes intensely, and the owl waved its wings like fans.
Shh! Don't listen, kids! However, you, of course, have already heard? Me too. Oh! My ears are just drooping! One of the hens became so forgetful that she began plucking her feathers right in front of the rooster!
Be careful, there are children here! - said the owl father. - They don’t talk about such things in front of children!
We still need to tell our neighbor the owl about this, she is such a sweet person!
And the owl flew to the neighbor.
Uh-huh, uh-huh! - both owls then hooted right above the neighboring dovecote. - Did you hear? Have you heard? Yes! One hen plucked all her feathers because of the rooster! She will freeze, freeze to death! If it's not already frozen! Yes!
Kur-kur! Where, where? - the pigeons cooed.
In the next yard! It happened almost before my eyes! It’s simply indecent to talk about it, but it’s the true truth!
We believe, we believe! - said the pigeons and cooed to the chickens sitting below: - Kur-kur! One hen, and others say even two, plucked all their feathers to distinguish themselves in front of the rooster! A risky undertaking. It won’t take long for them to catch a cold and die, but they already died!
Crow! - the rooster crowed, flying up onto the fence. - Wake up! - His eyes were still sticking together from sleep, and he was already shouting: “Three hens died from unhappy love for a rooster!” They plucked all their feathers! Such a nasty story! I don’t want to remain silent about her! Let it spread all over the world!
Let it go, let it go! - the bats squealed, the chickens clucked, the rooster crowed. - Let it go, let it go!
And the story spread from yard to yard, from chicken coop to chicken coop, and finally reached the place from where it started.
Five hens, it was said here, plucked out all their feathers to show which of them had lost more weight from their love for the rooster! Then they pecked each other to death, to the shame and disgrace of their entire family and to the loss of their masters!
The hen who dropped the feather had no idea that this whole story was about her, and, like a respectable hen in all respects, she said:
I despise these chickens! But there are many of them! However, one cannot remain silent about such things! And I, for my part, will do everything to ensure that this story gets into the newspapers! Let it spread all over the world - these chickens and their entire family are worth it!
And the newspapers actually published the whole story, and this is the true truth: from one feather it is not at all difficult to make as many as five chickens!
