Et and hoffman short biography. Hoffmann: works, a complete list, analysis and analysis of books, a brief biography of the writer and interesting life facts

The fantastic novels and novels of Hoffmann are the most significant achievement of German romanticism. He bizarrely combined elements of reality with a fantastic game of the author's imagination.

Assimilates the traditions of his predecessors, synthesizes these achievements and creates his own unique romantic world.

Perceived reality as an objective reality.

Two worlds are vividly represented in his work. The real world is opposed to the unreal world. They collide. Hoffmann not only recites them, he depicts them (there was a figurative embodiment for the first time). He showed that these two worlds are interconnected, it is difficult to separate them, they are interpenetrating.

He did not try to ignore reality, replacing it with artistic imagination. Creating fantastic paintings, he was aware of their illusory nature. Fantasy served him as a means of comprehending the conditions of life.

In the works of Hoffmann, there is often a bifurcation of characters. The appearance of twins is associated with the peculiarities of the romantic worldview. The double in the author's fantasy arises from the fact that the writer notices with surprise the lack of integrity of the personality - the consciousness of a person is torn, striving for good, he, obeying a mysterious impulse, commits villainy.

Like all predecessors romantic school Hoffmann is looking for ideals in art. Ideal Hero Hoffmann is a musician, artist, poet who, with a burst of imagination, with the power of his talent, creates a new world, more perfect than the one where he is doomed to exist every day. Music seemed to him the most romantic art, because it is not directly connected with the surrounding sensory world, but expresses a person's attraction to the unknown, the beautiful, the infinite.
Hoffmann divided the heroes into 2 unequal parts: true musicians and just good people but bad musicians. An enthusiast, a romantic is a creative person. Philistines (highlighted as good people) are philistines, people with a narrow outlook. They are not born, they are made. In his work, they are subjected to constant satire. They preferred not to develop, but to live for the sake of "purse and stomach." This is an irreversible process.

The other half of humanity - musicians - are creative people (the writer himself belongs to them - some works have elements of autobiography). These people are extraordinarily gifted, able to turn on all the senses, their world is much more complex and subtle. They find it difficult to connect with reality. But the world of musicians also has flaws (reason 1 - the world of philistines does not understand them, 2 - they often become prisoners of their own illusions, begin to experience fear of reality = tragic result). It is true musicians who are very often unhappy because they themselves cannot find a charitable connection with reality. The artificially created world is not a way out for the soul.

Hoffmann Ernst Theodor Amadeus(1776-1822) - - German writer, composer and artist of the romantic direction, who gained fame thanks to stories that combine mysticism with reality and reflect the grotesque and tragic sides of human nature.

The future writer was born on January 24, 1776 in Königsberg in the family of a lawyer, studied law and worked in various institutions, but did not make a career: the world of officials and activities related to writing papers could not attract an intelligent, ironic and widely gifted person.

The beginning of Hoffmann's literary activity falls on 1808-1813. - the period of his life in Bamberg, where he was a bandmaster at the local theater and gave music lessons. The first short story-tale "Cavalier Gluck" is dedicated to the personality of the composer who is especially revered by him, the name of the artist is included in the title of the first collection - "Fantasy in the manner of Callot" (1814-1815).

Hoffmann's circle of acquaintances included the romantic writers Fouquet, Chamisso, Brentano, and the famous actor L. Devrient. Hoffmann owns several operas and ballets, the most significant of which are "Ondine", written on the plot of "Ondine" by Fouquet, and musical accompaniment to the grotesque "Merry Musicians" by Brentano.

Among the famous works of Hoffmann are the short story "The Golden Pot", the fairy tale "Little Tsakhes, nicknamed Zinnober", the collections "Night Stories", "Serapion Brothers", the novels "Worldly Views of the Cat Murr", "Devil's Elixir".

The Nutcracker and the Mouse King is one of the famous fairy tales written by Hoffmann.

The plot of the tale was born in his communication with the children of his friend Hitzig. He was always a welcome guest in this family, and the children were waiting for his delightful gifts, fairy tales, toys that he made with his own hands. Like the crafty godfather Drosselmeyer, Hoffmann made a skillful model of the castle for his little friends. He captured the names of the children in The Nutcracker. Marie Stahlbaum, a tender girl with a brave and loving heart, who managed to restore the Nutcracker to his real appearance, is the namesake of Hitzig's daughter, who did not live long. But her brother Fritz, the valiant commander of the toy soldiers in the fairy tale, grew up, became an architect, and then even took over as president of the Berlin Academy of Arts...

The Nutcracker and the Mouse King

CHRISTMAS TREE

On the twenty-fourth of December, the children of the medical adviser Stahlbaum were not allowed to enter the entrance room all day, and they were not allowed at all into the drawing room adjacent to it. In the bedroom, huddled together, Fritz and Marie were sitting in a corner. It was already completely dark, and they were very frightened, because the lamps were not brought into the room, as it was supposed to be on Christmas Eve. Fritz, in a mysterious whisper, told his sister (she had just turned seven years old) that from the very morning in the locked rooms something was rustling, noisy and softly tapping. And recently a little dark man darted through the hallway with a large box under his arm; but Fritz probably knows that this is their godfather, Drosselmeyer. Then Marie clapped her hands for joy and exclaimed:

Ah, did our godfather make something for us this time?

The senior councilor of the court, Drosselmeyer, was not distinguished by his beauty: he was a small, lean man with a wrinkled face, with a large black plaster instead of his right eye, and completely bald, which is why he wore a beautiful white wig; and this wig was made of glass, and, moreover, extremely skillfully. The godfather himself was a great artisan, he even knew a lot about watches and even knew how to make them. Therefore, when the Stahlbaums began to be capricious and some clock stopped singing, the godfather Drosselmeyer always came, took off his glass wig, pulled off his yellow frock coat, tied a blue apron and poked the watch with prickly instruments, so that little Marie was very sorry for them; but he did no harm to the clock, on the contrary, it came to life again and immediately began to merrily tick-tick, ring and sing, and everyone was very happy about this. And every time the godfather had something entertaining for the children in his pocket: now a little man, rolling his eyes and shuffling his foot, so that you cannot look at him without laughing, then a box from which a bird jumps out, then some other little thing. And for Christmas, he always made a beautiful, intricate toy, on which he worked hard. Therefore, the parents immediately carefully removed his gift.

Ah, the godfather has made something for us this time! Marie exclaimed.

Fritz decided that this year it would certainly be a fortress, and in it very pretty, well-dressed soldiers would march and throw out articles, and then other soldiers would appear and go on the attack, but those soldiers in the fortress would bravely shoot at them from cannons, and there will be noise and uproar.

No, no, - Fritz Marie interrupted, - my godfather told me about a beautiful garden. There is a large lake there, wonderfully beautiful swans with golden ribbons around their necks swim on it and sing beautiful songs. Then a girl will come out of the garden, go to the lake, lure the swans and feed them with sweet marzipan...

Swans do not eat marzipan,” Fritz interrupted her not very politely, “and a godfather cannot make a whole garden. And what use are his toys to us? We take them right away. No, I like my father's and mother's gifts much more: they remain with us, we dispose of them ourselves.

And so the children began to wonder what their parents would give them. Marie said that Mamselle Trudchen (her big doll) had completely deteriorated: she had become so clumsy, she fell to the floor every now and then, so that now her whole face was covered with nasty marks, and there was no point in driving her in a clean dress. No matter how much you tell her, nothing helps. And then, mother smiled when Marie so admired Greta's umbrella. Fritz, on the other hand, assured that he did not have enough bay horse in the court stable, and there was not enough cavalry in the troops. Papa knows this well.

So, the children knew perfectly well that their parents had bought them all sorts of wonderful gifts and were now placing them on the table; but at the same time they had no doubt that the kind infant Christ shone with his gentle and meek eyes, and that Christmas gifts, as if touched by his gracious hand, bring more joy than all others. The older sister Louise reminded the children about this, who endlessly whispered about the expected gifts, adding that the infant Christ always directs the hand of parents, and children are given something that gives them true joy and pleasure; and he knows about this much better than the children themselves, who, therefore, should not think about anything or guess, but calmly and obediently wait for what they will be presented with. Sister Marie became thoughtful, and Fritz muttered under his breath: “Still, I would like a bay horse and hussars.”

It got completely dark. Fritz and Marie sat tightly pressed against each other, and did not dare to utter a word; it seemed to them that quiet wings were flying over them and beautiful music was heard from afar. A light beam slid along the wall, then the children realized that the infant Christ had flown away on shining clouds to other happy children. And at the same moment a thin silver bell sounded: “Ding-ding-ding-ding! “The doors swung open, and the Christmas tree shone with such brilliance that the children with a loud cry: “Ax, ax! “- froze on the threshold. But dad and mom came to the door, took the children by the hands and said:

Come on, come on, dear children, look what the Christ child has given you!

PRESENT

I am addressing you directly, dear reader or listener - Fritz, Theodor, Ernst, whatever your name is - and I ask you to imagine as vividly as possible a Christmas table, all crammed with wonderful colorful gifts that you received this Christmas , then it will not be difficult for you to understand that the children, stupefied with delight, froze in place and looked at everything with shining eyes. Only a minute later, Marie took a deep breath and exclaimed:

Oh, how wonderful, oh, how wonderful!

And Fritz jumped high several times, which he was a great master of. Surely, the children have been kind and obedient all year, because they have never received such wonderful, beautiful gifts as today.

A large Christmas tree in the middle of the room was hung with golden and silver apples, and on all branches, like flowers or buds, grew sugared nuts, colorful candies, and all sorts of sweets in general. But most of all, hundreds of small candles adorned the wonderful tree, which, like stars, sparkled in dense greenery, and the tree, flooded with lights and illuminating everything around, beckoned to pick the flowers and fruits growing on it. Everything around the tree was full of color and shone. And what was not there! I don't know who can describe it! .. Marie saw elegant dolls, pretty toy dishes, but most of all she was pleased with her silk dress, skillfully trimmed with colored ribbons and hanging so that Marie could admire it from all sides; she admired him to her heart's content, repeating over and over:

Oh, what a beautiful, what a sweet, sweet dress! And they will let me, probably they will let me, in fact they will let me wear it!

Fritz, meanwhile, had already galloped and trotted around the table three or four times on a new bay horse, which, as he expected, was tethered by the table with gifts. Getting down, he said that the horse is a fierce beast, but nothing: he will school him. Then he reviewed the new squadron of hussars; they were dressed in magnificent red uniforms embroidered with gold, brandished silver sabers and sat on horses so snow-white that one might think that the horses were also made of pure silver.

Just now the children, having calmed down a little, wanted to take up the picture books lying open on the table so that they could admire various wonderful flowers, colorfully painted people and pretty children playing, depicted so naturally, as if they were really alive and were about to speak, - so, just now the children wanted to take up wonderful books, when the bell rang again. The children knew that now it was the turn of the godfather Drosselmsier's gifts, and they ran to the table that stood against the wall. The screens behind which the table had until then been hidden were quickly removed. Oh what the children saw! On a green lawn dotted with flowers stood a wonderful castle with many mirrored windows and golden towers. Music began to play, doors and windows were flung open, and everyone saw that tiny, but very elegantly made gentlemen and ladies in hats with feathers and dresses with long trains were walking around in the halls. In the central hall, which was so radiant (so many candles were burning in silver chandeliers!), children in short camisoles and skirts danced to the music. A gentleman in an emerald green cloak looked out of the window, bowed and hid again, and below, in the doors of the castle, godfather Drosselmeyer appeared and left again, only he was as tall as my father's little finger, no more.

Fritz put his elbows on the table and for a long time looked at the wonderful castle with dancing and walking little men. Then he asked:

Godfather, but godfather! Let me go to your castle!

The senior adviser of the court said that this could not be done. And he was right: it was foolish of Fritz to ask for a castle that, with all its golden towers, was smaller than him. Fritz agreed. Another minute passed, gentlemen and ladies were still walking around in the castle, children were dancing, an emerald little man was still looking out of the same window, and godfather Drosselmeyer was still approaching the same door.

Fritz exclaimed impatiently:

Godfather, now get out of that other door!

You can't do that, dear Fritschen, - objected the senior councilor of the court.

Well, then, - continued Fritz, - they led the little green man that looks out of the window to take a walk with the others through the halls.

This is also impossible, - the senior adviser of the court again objected.

Well, then let the children come down! Fritz exclaimed. - I want to get a better look at them.

None of this is possible, - said the senior adviser of the court in an annoyed tone. - The mechanism is made once for all, you can't remake it.

Ah, so-so! said Fritz. - None of this is possible ... Listen, godfather, since smart little men in the castle only know what to repeat the same thing, so what's the use of them? I do not need them. No, my hussars are much better! They march forward and backward as I please, and are not locked in the house.

And with these words, he ran away to the Christmas table, and at his command, the squadron on silver mines began to gallop back and forth - in all directions, cut with sabers and shoot to their heart's content. Marie, too, quietly moved away: and she, too, was bored with dancing and festivities of dolls in the castle. Only she tried to make it not noticeable, not like brother Fritz, because she was a kind and obedient girl. The senior adviser of the court said in a displeased tone to the parents:

Such an intricate toy is not for foolish children. I'll take my castle.

But then the mother asked me to show her the internal structure and the amazing, very skillful mechanism that set the little men in motion. Drosselmeyer disassembled and reassembled the entire toy. Now he cheered up again and presented the children with some beautiful brown men who had golden faces, arms and legs; they were all from Thorn and smelled delicious of gingerbread. Fritz and Marie were very happy with them. The elder sister Louise, at the request of her mother, put on an elegant dress given by her parents, which suited her very well; and Marie asked to be allowed, before putting on her new dress, to admire it a little more, which she was willingly allowed to do.

FAVORITE

But in fact, Marie did not leave the table with gifts because she only now noticed something that she had not seen before: when Fritz's hussars, who had previously stood in line at the very Christmas tree, came out, a wonderful little man appeared in plain sight. He behaved quietly and modestly, as if calmly waiting for his turn to come. True, he was not very foldable: an overly long and dense body on short and thin legs, and his head also seemed to be too big. On the other hand, it was immediately clear from the smart clothes that he was a well-mannered and tasteful person. He was wearing a very beautiful shiny purple hussar dolman, all in buttons and braids, the same breeches and such smart boots that it was hardly possible to wear similar ones even to officers, and even more so to students; they sat on slender legs as deftly as if they were drawn on them. Of course, it was absurd that, with such a suit, he had fastened on his back a narrow, clumsy cloak, as if cut out of wood, and a miner’s cap was pulled over his head, but Marie thought: prevents him from being a sweet, dear godfather.” In addition, Marie came to the conclusion that the godfather, even if he was as dandy as a little man, still never equaled him in cuteness. Carefully peering into the nice little man, who fell in love with her at first sight, Marie noticed how kindly his face shone. Greenish bulging eyes looked friendly and benevolent. The carefully curled beard of white paper darning, edging his chin, suited the little man very much - after all, the gentle smile on his scarlet lips stood out so much more noticeable.

Oh! Marie exclaimed at last. - Oh, dear daddy, for whom is this pretty little man that stands under the tree itself?

He, dear child, answered the father, will work hard for all of you: his business is to carefully crack hard nuts, and he was bought for Louise and for you and Fritz.

With these words, the father carefully took him from the table, lifted the wooden cloak, and then the little man opened his mouth wide and bared two rows of very white sharp teeth. Marie put a nut in his mouth, and - click! - the little man gnawed it, the shell fell, and Marie had a tasty nucleolus in her palm. Now everyone - and Marie too - understood that the smart little man descended from the Nutcrackers and continued the profession of his ancestors. Marie cried out loudly for joy, and her father said:

Since you, dear Marie, have taken a liking to the Nutcracker, then you yourself must take care of him and take care of him, although, as I have already said, both Louise and Fritz can also use his services.

Marie immediately took the Nutcracker and gave him nuts to chew on, but she chose the smallest ones so that the little man did not have to open his mouth too wide, since this, to tell the truth, did not make him look good. Louise joined her, and the kind friend Nutcracker did the work for her; he seemed to carry out his duties with great pleasure, because he always smiled affably.

Fritz, meanwhile, got tired of riding and marching. When he heard the merrily cracking of nuts, he too wanted to taste them. He ran up to his sisters and burst out laughing from the bottom of his heart at the sight of the amusing little man who was now passing from hand to hand and tirelessly opening and closing his mouth. Fritz thrust the biggest and hardest nuts into him, but suddenly there was a crack - crack, crack! - three teeth fell out of the Nutcracker's mouth and the lower jaw sagged and staggered.

Oh, poor, dear Nutcracker! Marie screamed and took it from Fritz.

What a fool! Fritz said. - He takes nuts to crack, but his own teeth are no good. It's true, he doesn't know his business. Give it here, Marie! Let him crack nuts for me. It doesn't matter if he breaks off the rest of his teeth, and the whole jaw to boot. There is nothing to stand on ceremony with him, a loafer!

No no! Marie screamed with tears. - I will not give you my dear Nutcracker. Look how pitifully he looks at me and shows his sick mouth! You are evil: you beat your horses and even let the soldiers kill each other.

That's how it's supposed to be, you don't understand it! shouted Fritz. - And the Nutcracker is not only yours, he is mine too. Give it here!

Marie burst into tears and hastily wrapped the sick Nutcracker in a handkerchief. Then the parents approached with godfather Drosselmeyer. To Marie's chagrin, he took Fritz's side. But the father said:

I purposely gave the Nutcracker to Marie's care. And he, as I see, right now especially needs her cares, so let her alone manage him and no one interferes in this matter. In general, I am very surprised that Fritz requires further services from the victim in the service. Like a real soldier, he must know that the wounded are never left in the ranks.

Fritz was very embarrassed and, leaving alone the nuts and the Nutcracker, quietly moved to the other side of the table, where his hussars, having posted sentries, as expected, settled down for the night. Marie picked up the Nutcracker's teeth that had fallen out; she tied up her injured jaw with a beautiful white ribbon, which she broke off from her dress, and then wrapped the poor little man, who had turned pale and, apparently, frightened, with a scarf even more carefully. Cradling him like a small child, she began to look at the beautiful pictures in the new book, which lay among other gifts. She became very angry, although it was not at all like her, when her godfather began to laugh at her coddling with such a freak. Here she again thought of the strange resemblance to Drosselmeyer, which she noticed at the first glance at the little man, and very seriously said:

Who knows, dear godfather, who knows if you would be as handsome as my dear Nutcracker, even if you dressed up no worse than him and put on the same smart, shiny boots.

Marie could not understand why her parents laughed so loudly, and why the senior councilor of the court had such a reddened nose, and why he now does not laugh with everyone. True, there were reasons for that.

MIRACLES

As soon as you enter the Stahlbaums' living room, right there, at the door to the left, against the wide wall, there is a tall glass cabinet, where the children put away the beautiful gifts that they receive every year. Louise was still very young when her father ordered a closet from a very skilled carpenter, and he inserted such transparent glasses into it and generally did everything with such skill that the toys in the closet looked, perhaps, even brighter and more beautiful than when they were picked up. . On the top shelf, which Marie and Fritz could not reach, stood the intricate products of Herr Drosselmeyer; the next one was reserved for picture books; the bottom two shelves Marie and Fritz could occupy whatever they pleased. And it always turned out that Marie arranged a doll room on the bottom shelf, and Fritz billeted his troops above it. That is what happened today. While Fritz was placing the hussars upstairs, Marie put Mamselle Trudchen downstairs to the side, put the new elegant doll in a well-furnished room and asked her for a treat. I said that the room was excellently furnished, which is true; I don’t know if you, my attentive listener, Marie, just like little Stahlbaum - you already know that her name is also Marie - so I say that I don’t know if you have, just like she has , a colorful sofa, several pretty chairs, a charming table, and most importantly, an elegant, shiny bed on which the most beautiful dolls in the world sleep - all this stood in a corner in a closet, the walls of which in this place were even pasted over with colored pictures, and you you can easily understand that the new doll, which, as Marie found out that evening, was called Clerchen, felt fine here.

It was already late in the evening, midnight was approaching, and godfather Drosselmeyer had long gone, and the children still could not tear themselves away from the glass cabinet, no matter how mother persuaded them to go to bed.

True, Fritz finally exclaimed, it’s time for the poor fellows (he meant his hussars) to rest, and in my presence none of them will dare to nod, I’m sure of that!

And with these words he left. But Marie kindly asked:

Dear mother, let me stay here just a minute, just a minute! I have so many things to do, I’ll manage it and go to bed right now ...

Marie was a very obedient, intelligent girl, and therefore her mother could safely leave her alone with toys for another half an hour. But so that Marie, having played with a new doll and other entertaining toys, would not forget to put out the candles burning around the closet, mother blew them all out, so that only a lamp remained in the room, hanging in the middle of the ceiling and spreading a soft, cozy light.

Don't stay too long, dear Marie. Otherwise, you won’t wake up tomorrow, my mother said, leaving for the bedroom.

As soon as Marie was left alone, she immediately set about what had long been in her heart, although she herself, not knowing why, did not dare to confess her plans even to her mother. She was still cradling the handkerchief-wrapped Nutcracker. Now she laid it carefully on the table, quietly unwrapped the handkerchief and examined the wounds. The Nutcracker was very pale, but he smiled so pitifully and kindly that he touched Marie to the depths of her soul.

Oh, dear Nutcracker, she whispered, please don't be angry that Fritz hurt you: he didn't do it on purpose. He's just hardened by the harsh life of a soldier, otherwise he's a very good boy, believe me! And I will take care of you and take care of you until you get better and have fun. To insert strong teeth into you, to straighten your shoulders - this is the business of godfather Drosselmeyer: he is a master at such things ...

However, Marie did not have time to finish. When she mentioned Drosselmeyer's name, the Nutcracker suddenly grimaced, and prickly green lights flashed in his eyes. But at that moment, when Marie was about to get really frightened, the piteously smiling face of the kind Nutcracker looked at her again, and now she realized that his features were distorted by the light of the lamp flickering from the draft.

Oh, what a stupid girl I am, why was I scared and even thought that a wooden doll could make faces! But still, I really love the Nutcracker: he is so funny and so kind ... So you need to take care of him properly.

With these words, Marie took her Nutcracker in her arms, went to the glass cabinet, squatted down and said to the new doll:

I beg you, Mamselle Clerchen, give up your bed to the poor sick Nutcracker, and spend the night yourself on the sofa sometime. Think about it, you're so strong, and besides, you're completely healthy - look at how chubby and ruddy you are. And not every, even a very beautiful doll has such a soft sofa!

Mamzel Clerchen, dressed up in a festive and important way, pouted without uttering a word.

And why am I standing on ceremony! - said Marie, removed the bed from the shelf, carefully and carefully laid the Nutcracker there, tied a very beautiful ribbon around his injured shoulders, which she wore instead of a sash, and covered him with a blanket up to his very nose.

“Only there is no need for him to stay here with the ill-mannered Clara,” she thought, and moved the crib along with the Nutcracker to the top shelf, where he found himself near the beautiful village in which Fritz's hussars were stationed. She locked the closet and was about to go into the bedroom, when suddenly ... listen carefully, children! .. when all of a sudden in all corners - behind the stove, behind the chairs, behind the cabinets - a quiet, quiet whispering, whispering and rustling began. And the clock on the wall hissed, grunted louder and louder, but could not strike twelve. Marie glanced there: a large gilded owl, sitting on the clock, hung its wings, completely covered the clock with them and stretched forward a nasty cat's head with a crooked beak. And the clock wheezed louder and louder, and Marie distinctly heard:

Tick-and-tock, tick-tock! Don't whine so loud! The mouse king hears everything. Trick-and-Track, Boom Boom! Well, the clock, an old chant! Trick-and-Track, Boom Boom! Well, strike, strike, call: the time is coming for the king!

And ... "beam-bom, beam-bom! “- the clock deafly and hoarsely struck twelve strokes. Marie was very scared and almost ran away with fear, but then she saw that the godfather Drosselmeyer was sitting on the clock instead of an owl, hanging the flaps of his yellow frock coat on both sides like wings. She mustered her courage and shouted loudly in a whining voice:

Godfather, listen, godfather, why did you climb there? Get down and don't scare me, you nasty godfather!

But then a strange giggling and squeaking was heard from everywhere, and running and stomping began behind the wall, as if from a thousand tiny paws, and thousands of tiny lights looked through the cracks in the floor. But they weren't lights - no, they were little sparkling eyes, and Marie saw that mice were peeking out from everywhere and getting out from under the floor. Soon the whole room went: top-top, hop-hop! The eyes of mice shone brighter and brighter, their hordes became more and more numerous; finally they lined up in the same order in which Fritz usually lined up his soldiers before the battle. Marie was very amused; she did not have an innate aversion to mice, as some children do, and her fear completely subsided, but suddenly there was such a terrible and piercing squeak that goosebumps ran down her back. Oh, what did she see! No, really, dear reader Fritz, I know very well that you, like the wise, courageous commander Fritz Stahlbaum, have a fearless heart, but if you saw what Marie saw, really, you would run away. I even think you would slip into bed and unnecessarily pull the covers up to your ears. Oh, poor Marie couldn't do it, because - just listen, children! - sand, lime and brick fragments rained down at her very feet, as if from an underground shock, and seven mouse heads in seven brightly sparkling crowns crawled out from under the floor with a nasty hiss and squeak. Soon the whole body, on which seven heads were sitting, got out, and the whole army greeted three times with a loud squeak a huge mouse crowned with seven diadems. Now the army immediately set in motion and - hop-hop, top-top! - headed straight for the closet, straight for Marie, who was still standing pressed against the glass door.

Marie's heart had already been pounding with horror before, so that she was afraid that it would immediately jump out of her chest, because then she would die. Now she felt as if her blood had frozen in her veins. She staggered, losing consciousness, but then suddenly there was a click-clack-hrr! .. - and shards of glass fell down, which Marie broke with her elbow. At the same moment she felt a burning pain in her left arm, but her heart was immediately relieved: she no longer heard the screeching and squeaking. Everything was silent for a moment. And although she did not dare to open her eyes, she still thought that the sound of glass had frightened the mice and they hid in holes.

But what is it again? Behind Marie, in the closet, a strange noise arose and thin voices rang out:

Form up, platoon! Form up, platoon! Fight forward! Midnight strikes! Form up, platoon! Fight forward!

And a harmonious and pleasant chime of melodious bells began.

Ah, but this is my music box! - Marie was delighted and quickly jumped back from the closet.

Then she saw that the closet was glowing strangely and some kind of fuss and fuss was going on in it.

The dolls ran randomly back and forth and waved their arms. Suddenly the Nutcracker got up, threw off the blanket, and jumping off the bed in one jump, shouted loudly:

Snap-click-click, stupid mouse regiment! That will be good, mouse regiment! Click-click, mouse regiment - rushing out of lye - it will be a good idea!

And at the same time he drew his tiny saber, waved it in the air and shouted:

Hey you, my faithful vassals, friends and brothers! Will you stand up for me in a hard fight?

And immediately three scaramouches, Pantalone, four chimney sweeps, two itinerant musicians and a drummer answered:

Yes, our sovereign, we are faithful to you to the grave! Lead us into battle - to death or to victory!

And they rushed after the Nutcracker, who, burning with enthusiasm, ventured a desperate jump from the top shelf. It was good for them to jump: they were not only dressed in silk and velvet, but their bodies were also stuffed with cotton wool and sawdust; so they flopped down like little bundles of wool. But the poor Nutcracker would certainly have broken his arms and legs; just think - from the shelf where he stood, to the bottom was almost two feet, and he himself was fragile, as if carved from linden. Yes, the Nutcracker would certainly have broken his arms and legs if, at the very moment he jumped, Mamselle Clerchen had not jumped off the sofa and taken the hero amazing with a sword into her tender arms.

O dear, kind Clerchen! - Marie exclaimed in tears, - how I was mistaken in you! Of course, you wholeheartedly gave up the bed to your friend Nutcracker.

And then Mamselle Clerchen spoke, tenderly pressing the young hero to her silken breast:

Is it possible for you, sovereign, to go into battle, towards danger, sick and with wounds that have not yet healed! Look, your brave vassals are gathering, they are eager for battle and are sure of victory. Scaramouche, Pantalone, chimney sweeps, musicians and a drummer are already downstairs, and among the dolls with surprises on my shelf, I notice a strong animation and movement. Deign, my lord, to rest on my chest, or agree to contemplate your victory from the height of my hat, decorated with feathers. - That's what Clerchen said; but the Nutcracker behaved in a completely unseemly manner and kicked so much that Clerchen had to hastily put him on a shelf. At the same moment he very politely dropped to one knee and murmured:

O beautiful lady, and on the battlefield I will not forget the mercy and favor you have shown me!

Then Clerchen bent down so low that she seized him by the handle, carefully lifted him up, quickly untied her sequined sash and was about to put it on the little man, but he stepped back two steps, pressed his hand to his heart and said very solemnly:

O beautiful lady, do not waste your favors on me, for ... - he stammered, took a deep breath, quickly tore off the ribbon that Marie tied for him, pressed it to his lips, tied it around his arm in the form of a scarf and, enthusiastically waving a sparkling naked sword, jumped quickly and deftly, like a bird, from the edge of the shelf to the floor.

You, of course, immediately understood, my favorable and very attentive listeners, that the Nutcracker, even before he truly came to life, already perfectly felt the love and care with which Marie surrounded him, and that only out of sympathy for her he did not want to accept from Mamselle Clerchen her belt, despite the fact that it was very beautiful and sparkled all over. The faithful, noble Nutcracker preferred to adorn himself with Marie's modest ribbon. But what's next?

As soon as the Nutcracker jumped on the sing, the screech and squeak rose again. Ah, after all, countless hordes of evil mice have gathered under a large table, and a disgusting mouse with seven heads is ahead of them all!

Will there be something?

BATTLE

Drummer, my faithful vassal, beat the general offensive! the Nutcracker commanded loudly.

And immediately the drummer began to beat out the drum in the most skillful manner, so that the glass doors of the cabinet trembled and rattled. And something rattled and crackled in the closet, and Marie saw all the boxes in which Fritz's troops were quartered open at once, and the soldiers jumped out of them right onto the bottom shelf and lined up there in shining rows. The Nutcracker ran along the ranks, inspiring the troops with his speeches.

Where are those rascal trumpeters? Why don't they trumpet? cried the Nutcracker in his hearts. Then he quickly turned to the slightly pale Pantaloon, whose long chin was shaking violently, and solemnly said: General, I know your valor and experience. It's all about quickly assessing the position and using the moment. I entrust you with the command of all cavalry and artillery. You don't need a horse - you have very long legs, so you can ride well on your own two. Do your duty!

Pantalone immediately put his long, dry fingers into his mouth and whistled so piercingly as if a hundred horns had been sung loudly at once. Neighing and stomping were heard in the closet, and - look! - Fritz's cuirassiers and dragoons, and in front of all the new, brilliant hussars, set out on a campaign and soon found themselves below, on the floor. And so the regiments marched one after another in front of the Nutcracker with banners fluttering and drumming, and lined up in wide rows across the whole room. All of Fritz's guns, accompanied by gunners, roared forward and went to drink: boom-boom! .. And Marie saw Dragee fly into the dense hordes of mice, powdering them with white sugar, which made them very embarrassed. But most of all the damage was done to the mice by a heavy battery that drove onto my mother's footstool and - boom-boom! - continuously shelling the enemy with round gingerbread, from which many mice died.

However, the mice kept advancing and even captured a few cannons; but then there was a noise and a roar - trr-trr! - and because of the smoke and dust, Marie could hardly make out what was happening. One thing was clear: both armies fought with great ferocity, and victory passed from one side to the other. The mice brought fresh and fresh forces into battle, and the silver pills, which they threw very skillfully, reached the closet. Clerchen and Trudchen rushed about the shelf and broke their handles in despair.

Shall I die in my prime, shall I die, such a beautiful doll! yelled Clerchen.

Not for the same reason I was so well preserved in order to die here, within four walls! Trudchen wailed.

Then they fell into each other's arms and howled so loudly that even the furious roar of battle could not drown them out.

You have no idea, my dear listeners, what was going on here. Again and again the guns thumped: prr-prr! .. Dr-dr! .. Bang-bang-bang-bang! .. Boom-burum-boom-burum-boom! .. And then the mouse king and mice squealed and squealed, and then the formidable and mighty voice of the Nutcracker, who commanded the battle, was heard again. And it was seen how he himself bypasses his battalions under fire.

Pantalone made several extremely valiant cavalry charges and covered himself with glory. But the mouse artillery bombarded Fritz's hussars with disgusting, fetid cannonballs, which left terrible stains on their red uniforms, which is why the hussars did not rush forward. Pantalone commanded them to "fawn circle" and, inspired by the role of the commander, he himself turned to the left, followed by the cuirassiers and dragoons, and the whole cavalry went home. Now the position of the battery, which had taken up position on the footstool, was threatened; it did not take long for the hordes of nasty mice to surge in and rush into the attack so furiously that they overturned the stool along with the cannons and gunners. The Nutcracker, apparently, was very puzzled and ordered a retreat on the right flank. You know, my highly experienced listener Fritz, that such a maneuver means almost the same thing as fleeing from the battlefield, and you, along with me, are already lamenting the failure that was to befall the army of Marie's little favorite - the Nutcracker. But turn your eyes away from this misfortune and look at the left flank of the Nutcracker army, where everything is quite well and the commander and the army are still full of hope. In the heat of battle, detachments of mouse cavalry quietly stepped out from under the chest of drawers and with a disgusting squeak furiously attacked the left flank of the Nutcracker army; but what resistance did they meet! Slowly, as far as the uneven terrain allowed, for it was necessary to get over the edge of the cabinet, a body of pupae with surprises led by two Chinese emperors stepped out and formed up in a square. These brave, very colorful and elegant regiments, made up of gardeners, Tyroleans, Tungus, hairdressers, harlequins, cupids, lions, tigers, monkeys and monkeys, fought with composure, courage and endurance. With courage worthy of the Spartans, this select battalion would have wrested victory from the hands of the enemy, if some brave enemy captain had not broken through with insane courage to one of the Chinese emperors and had not bitten off his head, and he did not crush two Tunguses and a monkey when falling. As a result, a gap was formed, where the enemy rushed; and soon the whole battalion was gnawed. But little benefit was derived by the enemy from this atrocity. As soon as the bloodthirsty soldier of the mouse cavalry gnawed one of his brave opponents in half, a printed piece of paper fell right into his throat, from which he died on the spot. But did this help the Nutcracker army, which, once starting a retreat, retreated further and further and suffered more and more losses, so that soon only a bunch of daredevils with the ill-fated Nutcracker at the head still held out at the closet itself? "Reserves, here! Pantalone, Scaramouche, drummer, where are you? called out the Nutcracker, counting on the arrival of fresh forces that were to come out of the glass case. True, some brown men from Thorn came from there, with golden faces and golden helmets and hats; but they fought so clumsily that they never hit the enemy and probably would have knocked off the hat of their commander the Nutcracker. Enemy huntsmen soon gnawed off their legs, so that they fell and in doing so passed many of the Nutcracker's associates. Now the Nutcracker, pressed on all sides by the enemy, was in great danger. He wanted to jump over the edge of the closet, but his legs were too short. Clerchen and Trudchen lay in a swoon - they could not help him. Hussars and dragoons briskly galloped past him straight into the closet. Then, in the utmost despair, he exclaimed loudly:

Horse, horse! Half the kingdom for a horse!

At that moment, two enemy arrows clung to his wooden cloak, and the mouse king jumped to the Nutcracker, emitting a victorious squeak from all his seven throats.

Marie was no longer in control of herself.

Oh my poor Nutcracker! - she exclaimed, sobbing, and, not realizing what she was doing, she took off her shoe from her left foot and threw it with all her might into the very thick of the mice, right at their king.

At the same moment, everything seemed to crumble to dust, and Marie felt pain in her left elbow, even more burning than before, and fell unconscious on the floor.

DISEASE

When Marie woke up after a deep slumber, she saw that she was lying in her bed, and through the frozen windows a bright, sparkling sun was shining into the room.

By her very bed sat a stranger, whom, however, she soon recognized as the surgeon Wendelstern. He said in an undertone:

She finally woke up...

Then my mother came up and looked at her with a frightened, inquisitive look.

Ah, dear mother, - Marie murmured, - tell me: the nasty mice have finally left and the glorious Nutcracker is saved?

A lot of nonsense to talk, dear Marihen! - objected the mother. - Well, what do mice need your Nutcracker for? But you, bad girl, scared us to death. It always happens when children are self-willed and do not obey their parents. You played with dolls until late at night yesterday, then dozed off, and you must have been frightened by a mouse that slipped by by chance: after all, we don’t have mice in general. In a word, you broke the glass in the closet with your elbow and hurt your hand. It’s good that you didn’t cut a vein with glass! Dr. Wendelstern, who was just now removing the fragments stuck there from your wound, says that you would remain crippled for life and might even bleed to death. Thank God I woke up at midnight, saw that you were still not in the bedroom, and went to the living room. You lay unconscious on the floor by the closet, covered in blood. I nearly passed out with fear. You were lying on the floor, and Fritz's tin soldiers were scattered around, different toys, broken dolls with surprises and gingerbread men. You held the Nutcracker in your left hand, from which blood oozed, and your shoe was lying nearby ...

Oh, mother, mother! Marie interrupted her. - After all, these were traces of the great battle between dolls and mice! That's why I was so frightened that the mice wanted to take prisoner the poor Nutcracker, who commanded the puppet army. Then I threw the shoe at the mice, and I don’t know what happened next.

Dr. Wendelstern winked at his mother, and she very affectionately began to persuade Marie:

That's enough, that's enough, my dear baby, calm down! The mice all ran away, and the Nutcracker stands behind the glass in the closet, safe and sound.

At that moment the adviser of medicine entered the bedroom and started a long conversation with the surgeon Wendelstern, then he felt Marie's pulse, and she heard them talking about the fever caused by the wound.

For several days she had to lie in bed and swallow medicines, although, apart from the pain in her elbow, she did not feel much discomfort. She knew that the dear Nutcracker had come out of the battle unharmed, and at times it seemed to her, as if through a dream, that he was saying to her in a very clear, albeit extremely sad voice: “Marie, beautiful lady, I owe you a lot, but you can do more for me."

Marie thought in vain what it could be, but nothing came to her mind. She could not really play because of her sore hand, and if she took up reading or leafing through picture books, her eyes rippled, so she had to give up this activity. Therefore, time dragged on for her endlessly, and Marie could hardly wait until dusk, when her mother sat down by her bed and read and told all sorts of wonderful stories.

And just now, the mother had just finished an entertaining tale about Prince Fakardin, when the door suddenly opened, and godfather Drosselmeyer entered.

Come on, let me have a look at our poor wounded Marie,” he said.

As soon as Marie saw her godfather in the usual yellow frock coat, the night when the Nutcracker was defeated in the battle with mice flashed before her eyes with all the vivacity, and she involuntarily shouted to the senior councilor of the court:

Oh godfather, how ugly you are! I perfectly saw how you sat on the clock and hung your wings on them so that the clock would beat more quietly and not frighten away the mice. I perfectly heard you call the mouse king. Why didn't you hurry to help the Nutcracker, why didn't you hurry to help me, ugly godfather? You alone are to blame for everything. Because of you, I cut my hand and now I have to lie sick in bed!

The mother asked in fear:

What's wrong with you, dear Marie?

But the godfather made a strange face and spoke in a crackling, monotonous voice:

The pendulum swings with a creak. Less knocking - that's the thing. Trick-and-Track! Always and henceforth the pendulum must creak and sing songs. And when the bell rings: bim-and-bom! - the deadline is coming. Don't be scared, my friend. The clock strikes on time and by the way, to the death of the mouse army, and then the owl will fly off. One-and-two and one-and-two! The clock strikes, since the time has come for them. The pendulum swings with a creak. Less knocking - that's the thing. Tick-and-tock and trick-and-track!

Marie stared wide-eyed at her godfather, because he seemed very different and much uglier than usual, and with his right hand he waved back and forth, like a clown being pulled by a string.

She would have been very frightened if her mother had not been here and if Fritz, who had slipped into the bedroom, had not interrupted his godfather with loud laughter.

Oh, godfather Drosselmeyer, - exclaimed Fritz, - today you are so funny again! You are grimacing just like my clown, whom I have long ago thrown behind the stove.

The mother was still very serious and said:

Dear Mr Senior Counselor, this is indeed a strange joke. What do you have in mind?

Oh my God, have you forgotten my favorite watchmaker's song? answered Drosselmeyer, laughing. - I always sing it to such sick people as Marie.

And he quickly sat down to the bed and said:

Do not be angry that I did not scratch out all fourteen of the mouse king's eyes at once - this could not be done. But now I will make you happy.

With these words, the senior counselor of the court reached into his pocket and carefully pulled out - what do you think, children, what? - The Nutcracker, to whom he very skillfully inserted the fallen teeth and set the diseased jaw.

Marie cried out with joy, and her mother said, smiling:

You see how your godfather cares about your Nutcracker...

But still confess, Marie, - the godfather interrupted Mrs. Stahlbaum, because the Nutcracker is not very foldable and unattractive. If you want to listen, I will gladly tell you how such deformity appeared in his family and became hereditary there. Or maybe you already know the tale of Princess Pirlipat, the witch Myshilda and the skilled watchmaker?

Listen, godfather! Fritz intervened. - What is true is true: you have perfectly inserted the Nutcracker's teeth, and the jaw is no longer staggering either. But why doesn't he have a sword? Why didn't you tie a sword on him?

Well, you, restless one, - the senior adviser of the court grumbled, - you will never please you! The Nutcracker's saber does not concern me. I cured him - let him get himself a saber wherever he wants.

Right! Fritz exclaimed. "If he's a brave fellow, he'll get himself a gun."

So, Marie, - continued the godfather, - tell me, do you know the tale of Princess Pirlipat?

Oh no! Marie answered. - Tell me, dear godfather, tell me!

I hope, dear Mr. Drosselmeyer, - said my mother, - that this time you will tell not such scary tale, as usual.

Well, of course, dear Mrs. Stahlbaum, - answered Drosselmeyer. On the contrary, what I shall have the honor to present to you is very amusing.

Ah, tell me, tell me, dear godfather! the children shouted.

And the senior councilor of the court began thus:

THE TALE OF THE HARD NUT

Mother Pirlipat was the wife of the king, and therefore the queen, and Pirlipat, as she was born, became a born princess at the same moment. The king could not stop looking at the beautiful daughter resting in the cradle. He rejoiced loudly, danced, jumped on one leg and kept shouting:

Hayes! Has anyone seen a girl more beautiful than my Pirlipathen?

And all the ministers, generals, advisers and staff officers jumped on one leg, like their father and master, and answered loudly in chorus:

No, no one saw!

Yes, to tell the truth, and it was undeniable that, since the beginning of the world, no more beautiful child had been born than Princess Pirlipat. Her face was as if woven from lily-white and pale pink silk, her eyes were a lively shining azure, and her hair, curled with golden rings, especially adorned. At the same time, Pirlipatchen was born with two rows of teeth as white as pearls, with which, two hours after birth, she dug into the finger of the Reich Chancellor when he wished to examine her features more closely, so that he yelled: “Oh-oh-oh! “Some, however, claim that he shouted: “Ai-ai-ai! “Even today, opinions differ. In short, Pirlipatchen actually bit the Reich Chancellor's finger, and then the admiring people were convinced that the soul, mind, and feeling inhabit the charming, angelic body of Princess Pirlipat.

As said, everyone was delighted; one queen was worried and worried for no reason. It was especially strange that she ordered that Pirlipat's cradle be guarded vigilantly. Not only were drapants standing at the door, an order was given that in the nursery, in addition to two nannies who constantly sat at the very cradle, six more nannies were on duty every night and - which seemed completely absurd and which no one could understand - each nanny was ordered to keep on the cat's lap and stroke it all night so that it doesn't stop purring. You, dear children, will never guess why the mother of Princess Pirlipat took all these measures, but I know why and now I will tell you.

Once upon a time, many glorious kings and handsome princes came to the court of the king, the parent of Princess Pirlipat. For the sake of such an occasion, brilliant tournaments, performances and court balls were arranged. The king, wishing to show that he had a lot of gold and silver, decided to dip his hand into his treasury and arrange a feast worthy of him. Therefore, having found out from the chief cook that the court astrologer had announced a time favorable for chopping pigs, he decided to hold a sausage feast, jumped into the carriage and personally invited all the surrounding kings and princes just for a bowl of soup, dreaming then to amaze them with luxury. Then he very affectionately said to his queen wife:

Honey, you know what kind of sausage I like ...

The queen already knew what he was getting at: this meant that she must personally engage in a very useful business - the manufacture of sausages, which she did not disdain before. The chief treasurer was ordered to immediately send a large golden cauldron and silver pans to the kitchen; the stove was kindled with sandalwood wood; the queen tied her damask kitchen apron. And soon a delicious spirit of sausage broth wafted from the cauldron. A pleasant smell even penetrated the state council. The king, trembling with delight, could not bear it.

I beg your pardon, gentlemen! he exclaimed, ran to the kitchen, embraced the queen, stirred the cauldron a little with the golden scepter, and, reassured, returned to the council of state.

The most important moment came: it was time to cut the lard into slices and fry it in golden frying pans. The court ladies stepped aside, because the queen, out of devotion, love and respect for her royal husband, was going to personally deal with this matter. But as soon as the fat began to turn red, a thin, whispering voice was heard:

Give me a taste of salz too, sister! And I want to feast - I'm a queen too. Let me taste the salsa!

The Queen knew very well that it was Madame Myshilda speaking. Myshilda had been living in the royal palace for many years. She claimed to be related to the royal family and herself rules the kingdom of Mouseland, which is why she kept a large court under her kidney. The queen was a kind and generous woman. Although in general she did not consider Myshilda a special royal family and her sister, but on such a solemn day she admitted her to the feast with all her heart and shouted:

Get out, Miss Myshilda! Eat salsa for health.

And Myshilda quickly and cheerfully jumped out from under the stove, jumped up on the stove and began to grab with her graceful paws one by one the pieces of lard that the queen was holding out to her. But then all the godfathers and aunts of Myshilda came flooding in, and even her seven sons, desperate tomboys. They pounced on the lard, and the queen, frightened, did not know what to do. Fortunately, the chief chamberlain arrived in time and drove the uninvited guests away. Thus, a little fat survived, which, according to the instructions of the court mathematician called for this occasion, was very skillfully distributed over all the sausages.

They beat the timpani, blew the trumpets. All the kings and princes in magnificent festive attire - some on white horses, others in crystal carriages - were drawn to the sausage feast. The king met them with cordial friendliness and honor, and then, in a crown and with a scepter, as befits a sovereign, sat at the head of the table. Already when the liver sausages were served, the guests noticed how the king grew more and more pale, how he raised his eyes to the sky. Quiet sighs escaped his chest; a great sorrow seemed to take possession of his soul. But when the black pudding was served, he leaned back in his chair with loud sobs and groans, covering his face with both hands. Everyone jumped up from the table. The life doctor tried in vain to feel the pulse of the ill-fated king, who seemed to be consumed by a deep, incomprehensible longing. Finally, after much persuasion, after the use of strong remedies like burnt goose feathers and the like, the king seemed to begin to come to his senses. He murmured almost inaudibly:

Too little fat!

Then the inconsolable queen thumped at his feet and groaned:

O my poor, unfortunate royal husband! Oh, what grief you had to endure! But look: the culprit is at your feet - punish, severely punish me! Ah, Myshilda, with her godfathers, aunts and seven sons, ate lard, and ...

With these words, the queen fell unconscious on her back. But the king jumped up, blazing with anger, and shouted loudly:

Ober-Hofmeisterina, how did this happen?

The Chief Hofmeisterina told what she knew, and the king decided to take revenge on Myshilda and her family for eating the fat intended for his sausages.

A secret state council was convened. They decided to initiate proceedings against Myshilda and take away all her possessions to the treasury. But the king believed that as long as this did not prevent Myshilda, when she liked, to devour bacon, and therefore entrusted the whole matter to the court watchmaker and sorcerer. This man, whose name was the same as mine, namely Christian Elias Drosselmeyer, promised to expel Myshilda and her entire family from the palace with the help of completely special measures filled with state wisdom for all eternity.

And indeed: he invented very skillful cars, in which fried bacon was tied on a thread, and placed them around the dwelling of the mistress of the lard.

Myshilda herself was too wise by experience not to understand Drosselmeyer's tricks, but neither her warnings nor her exhortations helped: all seven sons and many, many Myshilda's godfathers and aunts, attracted by the delicious smell of fried lard, climbed into Drosselmeyer's cars - and only wanted to feast on bacon, as they were suddenly slammed by a sliding door, and then they were betrayed in the kitchen of a shameful execution. Myshilda with a small handful of surviving relatives left these places of sorrow and crying. Grief, despair, the desire for revenge bubbled in her chest.

The court rejoiced, but the queen was alarmed: she knew Myshildin's temper and perfectly understood that she would not leave the death of her sons and loved ones unavenged.

And in fact, Myshilda appeared just when the queen was preparing liver pate for the royal husband, which he very willingly ate, and said this:

My sons, godfathers and aunts are killed. Beware, queen, lest the queen of mice bite the little princess! Watch out!

Then she disappeared again and did not appear again. But the queen, in fright, dropped the pate into the fire, and for the second time Myshilda spoiled the king's favorite food, which he was very angry with ...

Well, enough for tonight. I'll tell you the rest next time, - the godfather unexpectedly finished.

No matter how much Marie, on whom the story made a special impression, asked to continue, godfather Drosselmeyer was inexorable and with the words: “Too much at once is bad for health; continued tomorrow, ”he jumped up from his chair.

Just as he was about to go out the door, Fritz asked:

Tell me, godfather, is it really true that you invented a mousetrap?

What nonsense are you talking about, Fritz! - exclaimed the mother.

But the senior councilor of the court smiled very strangely and said softly:

And why shouldn't I, a skilled watchmaker, invent a mousetrap?

THE TALE OF THE HARD NUT CONTINUED

Well, children, now you know, - Drosselmeyer continued the next evening, - why the queen ordered the beautiful princess Pirlipat to be so vigilantly guarded. How could she not be afraid that Myshilda would fulfill her threat - she would return and bite the little princess to death! Drosselmeyer's typewriter did not help at all against the clever and prudent Myshilda, and the court astrologer, who was also the main soothsayer, declared that only the kind of cat Murr could drive Myshilda away from the cradle. That is why every nanny was ordered to hold on her lap one of the sons of this kind, who, by the way, were granted the chip of the privy councilor of the embassy, ​​and to lighten the burden of public service for them with a courteous scratching behind the ear.

Somehow, already at midnight, one of the two chief nannies who were sitting at the very cradle, suddenly woke up, as if from a deep sleep. Everything around was covered in sleep. No purring - deep, dead silence, only the ticking of a grinder bug is heard. But what did the nanny feel when, right in front of her, she saw a big nasty mouse that rose on its hind legs and put its sinister head on the princess's face! The nanny jumped up with a cry of horror, everyone woke up, but at the same moment Myshilda - after all, she was a big mouse at the cradle of Pirlipat - quickly darted into the corner of the room. The embassy advisers rushed after her, but no luck: she darted through a crack in the floor. Pirlipatchen woke up from the confusion and wept very plaintively.

Thank God, - the nannies exclaimed, - she is alive!

But how frightened they were when they looked at Pirlipatchen and saw what had become of the pretty, tender baby! Instead of the curly head of a ruddy cherub, a huge shapeless head sat on a frail, crouching body; blue, like azure, eyes turned into green, stupidly staring peepers, and the mouth stretched to the ears.

The queen burst into tears and sobs, and the king's office had to be upholstered with cotton, because the king banged his head against the wall and lamented in a plaintive voice:

Oh, I am an unfortunate monarch!

Now the king, it seemed, could understand that it was better to eat sausage without bacon and leave Myshilda alone with all her baking relatives, but the father of Princess Pirlipat did not think about this - he simply shifted all the blame on the court watchmaker and miracle worker Christian Elias Drosselmeyer from Nuremberg and gave a wise order: "Drosselmeyer must return Princess Pirlipat to her former appearance within a month, or at least indicate the correct means for this - otherwise he will be sold to a shameful death at the hands of the executioner."

Drosselmeyer was seriously frightened. However, he relied on his skill and happiness and immediately proceeded to the first operation, which he considered necessary. He very deftly dismantled Princess Pirlipat into parts, unscrewed the arms and legs and examined the internal structure, but, unfortunately, he was convinced that with age the princess would be more and more ugly, and did not know how to help the trouble. He again diligently gathered the princess and fell into despondency near her cradle, from which he did not dare to leave.

It was already the fourth week, Wednesday came, and the king, flashing his eyes in anger and shaking his scepter, looked into the nursery to Pirlipat and exclaimed:

Christian Elias Drosselmeyer, cure the princess, otherwise you will not do well!

Drosselmeyer began to cry plaintively, while Princess Pirlipat, meanwhile, cheerfully cracked nuts. For the first time, the watchmaker and wizard was struck by her extraordinary love for nuts and the fact that she was born already with teeth. In fact, after the transformation, she screamed incessantly until she accidentally got a nut; she gnawed it, ate the nucleolus, and immediately calmed down. Since then, the nannies kept calming her down with nuts.

O holy instinct of nature, inscrutable sympathy of all things! exclaimed Christian Elias Drosselmeyer. - You show me the gates of mystery. I'll knock and they'll open!

He immediately asked permission to speak with the court astrologer and was taken to him under strict guard. Both, bursting into tears, fell into each other's arms, as they were bosom friends, then retired to a secret study and began to rummage through books that spoke of instinct, likes and dislikes, and other mysterious phenomena.

Night has come. The court astrologer looked at the stars and, with the help of Drosselmeyer, a great expert in this matter, he compiled the horoscope of Princess Pirlipat. It was very difficult to do this, because the lines became more and more tangled, but - oh, joy! - Finally, everything became clear: in order to get rid of the magic that disfigured her and regain her former beauty, Princess Pirlipat had only to eat the kernel of the Krakatuk nut.

The Krakatuk nut had such a hard shell that a forty-eight-pound cannon could run over it without crushing it. This hard nut was to be gnawed and, with his eyes closed, brought to the princess by a man who had never shaved or worn a boot. Then the young man had to step back seven steps without stumbling, and only then open his eyes.

For three days and three nights Drosselmeyer worked tirelessly with the astrologer, and just on Saturday, when the king was sitting at dinner, a joyful and cheerful Drosselmeyer burst into him, whose head was to be cut off on Sunday morning, and announced that a means had been found to return Princess Pirlipat lost beauty. The king embraced him warmly and kindly, and promised him a diamond sword, four medals, and two new caftans.

After dinner, we will start right away, ”the king added kindly. Take care, dear wizard, that an unshaven young man in shoes is at hand and, as expected, with a Krakatuk nut. And do not give him wine, otherwise he would not stumble when, like a cancer, he will back seven steps. Then let him drink freely!

Drosselmeyer was frightened by the speech of the king, and, embarrassed and timid, he murmured that the remedy had indeed been found, but that both - and the nut and young man, which should gnaw it, must first be found, and it is still very doubtful whether it is possible to find a nut and a nutcracker. In great anger, the king shook his scepter over his crowned head and roared like a lion:

Well, they'll take your head off!

Luckily for Drosselmeyer, who was overcome with fear and grief, just today the dinner was very to the king's taste, and therefore he was disposed to listen to reasonable exhortations, which the magnanimous queen, touched by the fate of the unfortunate watchmaker, did not stint on. Drosselmeyer cheered up and respectfully reported to the king that, in fact, he had solved the problem - he had found a means to cure the princess, and thus deserved a pardon. The king called it a stupid excuse and empty talk, but in the end, after drinking a glass of gastric tincture, he decided that both the watchmaker and the astrologer would set off and not return until they had a Krakatuk nut in their pocket. And on the advice of the queen, they decided to get the person needed to crack the nut through repeated announcements in local and foreign newspapers and journals with an invitation to come to the palace ...

At this godfather Drosselmeyer stopped and promised to finish the rest the next evening.

THE END OF THE TALE OF THE HARD NUT

And in fact, the next day in the evening, as soon as the candles were lit, godfather Drosselmeyer appeared and continued his story like this:

Drosselmeyer and the court astrologer have been wandering for fifteen years and still have not hit the trail of the Krakatuk nut. Where they visited, what outlandish adventures they experienced, do not retell, children, and for whole month. I am not going to do this, and I will tell you frankly that, immersed in deep despondency, Drosselmeyer greatly yearned for his homeland, for his dear Nuremberg. A particularly strong melancholy fell upon him once in Asia, in a dense forest, where he, together with his companion, sat down to smoke a pipe of Knaster.

“Oh, my marvelous, marvelous Nuremberg, who is not yet familiar with you, even if he has even been to Vienna, Paris and Peterwardein, his soul will languish, to you, O Nuremberg, strive - a wonderful town, where in a row beautiful houses stand."

Drosselmeyer's plaintive lamentations aroused deep sympathy in the astrologer, and he also burst into tears so bitterly that he was heard throughout Asia. But he pulled himself together, wiped away his tears and asked:

Honorable colleague, why are we sitting here and roaring? Why don't we go to Nuremberg? Does it matter where and how to look for the ill-fated Krakatuk nut?

And that’s true, ”Drosselmeyer answered, immediately comforted.

Both got up at once, knocked out their pipes, and from the forest in the depths of Asia they went straight to Nuremberg.

As soon as they arrived, Drosselmeyer immediately ran to his cousin - a toy craftsman, wood turner, lacquer and gilder Christoph Zacharius Drosselmeyer, whom he had not seen for many, many years. It was to him that the watchmaker told the whole story about Princess Pirlipat, Mrs. Myshilda, and the Krakatuk nut, and he continually clasped his hands and exclaimed several times in surprise:

Ah, brother, brother, well, miracles!

Drosselmeyer told about the adventures on his long journey, told how he spent two years with the Date King, how the Almond Prince offended and kicked him out, how he vainly asked the society of natural scientists in the city of Belok - in short, how he never managed to find a trace of a nut anywhere Krakatuk. During the story, Christoph Zacharius snapped his fingers more than once, spun on one leg, smacked his lips and said:

Hm, hm! Hey! That's the thing!

Finally, he threw the cap to the ceiling along with the wig, warmly embraced his cousin and exclaimed:

Brother, brother, you are saved, saved, I say! Listen: either I am cruelly mistaken, or I have the Krakatuk nut!

He immediately brought a box, from which he pulled out a medium-sized gilded walnut.

Look, - he said, showing the nut to his cousin, - look at this nut. His history is like this. Many years ago, on Christmas Eve, an unknown person came here with a full bag of nuts, which he brought to sell. Right at the door of my toy shop, he put the sack on the ground to make it easier to operate, as he had a skirmish with the local nut seller, who could not tolerate someone else's merchant. At that moment the bag was run over by a heavily laden wagon. All the nuts were crushed, except for one, who was a stranger, smiling strangely, and offered to give me the Zwanziger of 1720. It seemed mysterious to me, but I found in my pocket just such a zwanziger as he asked for, bought a walnut and gilded it. I myself don’t quite know why I paid so dearly for a nut, and then took such good care of it.

Any doubt that the cousin's nut was really the Krakatuk nut they had been looking for so long was immediately dispelled when the court astrologer, who came to the call, carefully scraped off the gilding from the nut and found the word "Krakatuk" carved in Chinese letters on the shell.

The joy of travelers was great, and cousin Drosselmeyer considered himself the happiest man in the world when Drosselmeyer assured him that happiness was guaranteed to him, because from now on, in addition to a significant pension, he would receive gold for gilding for nothing.

Both the magician and the astrologer had already put on their nightcaps and were about to go to bed, when suddenly the last one, that is, the astrologer, spoke like this:

Dear colleague, happiness never comes alone. Believe me, we found not only the Krakatuk nut, but also a young man who will crack it open and present the princess with a nucleolus - a guarantee of beauty. I mean none other than your cousin's son. No, I won't go to bed, he exclaimed with inspiration. - I'll make a young man's horoscope tonight! - With these words, he tore off the cap from his head and immediately began to observe the stars.

Drosselmeyer's nephew was indeed a handsome, well-built young man who had never shaved or put on boots. In early youth, it is true, he portrayed two Christmases in a row as a buffoon; but this was not the least noticeable: he had been so skillfully brought up by the efforts of his father. At Christmas time he was in a beautiful red caftan embroidered with gold, with a sword, kept his hat under his arm and wore an excellent wig with a pigtail. In such a brilliant form, he stood in his father's shop and, with his usual gallantry, cracked nuts for the young ladies, for which they called him Handsome Nutcracker.

The next morning, the admiring stargazer fell into the arms of Drosselmeyer and exclaimed:

It is he! We got it, it's found! Only, dear colleague, two circumstances should not be overlooked: firstly, you need to weave your excellent nephew a solid wooden braid, which would be connected to the lower jaw in such a way that it could be strongly pulled back by a braid; then, upon arrival in the capital, we must keep silent about the fact that we brought with us a young man who will crack the Krakatuk nut, it is better that he appears much later. I read in the horoscope that after many break their teeth on the nut to no avail, the king will give the princess, and after death the kingdom as a reward to the one who cracks the nut and returns Pirlipat to its lost beauty.

The toy master was very flattered that his son-daughter was to marry a princess and become a prince himself, and then a king, and therefore he willingly entrusted him to an astrologer and watchmaker. The scythe that Drosselmeyer attached to his young promising nephew was a success, so that he brilliantly passed the test, biting through the hardest peach pits.

Drosselmeyer and the astrologer immediately let the capital know that the Krakatuk nut had been found, and there they immediately published an appeal, and when our travelers arrived with a talisman that restores beauty, many beautiful young men and even princes already appeared at the court, relying on their healthy jaws , wanted to try to remove the evil spell from the princess.

Our travelers were very frightened when they saw the princess. A small torso with skinny arms and legs barely held a shapeless head. The face seemed even uglier because of the white thread beard that covered the mouth and chin.

Everything happened as the court astrologer read in the horoscope. The milk-suckers in shoes, one after another, broke their teeth and tore their jaws, but the princess did not feel any better; when, then, in a semi-conscious state, the dentists invited for this occasion carried them away, they groaned:

Come and crack that nut!

Finally, the king, in contrite heart, promised a daughter and a kingdom to the one who would disenchant the princess. It was then that our courteous and modest young Drosselmeyer volunteered and asked permission to also try his luck.

Princess Pirlipat didn’t like anyone as much as young Drosselmeyer, she pressed her hands to her heart and sighed from the depths of her soul: “Oh, if only he cracked the Krakatuk nut and became my husband! "

Bowing politely to the king and queen, and then to Princess Pirlipat, young Drosselmeyer accepted the Krakatuk nut from the hands of the master of ceremonies, put it in his mouth without much talk, pulled his braid strongly and click-click! - Break the shell into pieces. He deftly cleared the nucleolus from the adhering peel and, closing his eyes, brought it to the princess with a respectful scuffling of his leg, then began to back away. The princess immediately swallowed the nucleolus, and oh, a miracle! - the freak disappeared, and in its place stood a beautiful, like an angel, girl, with a face as if woven from lily-white and pink silk, with eyes shining like azure, with curly golden hair rings.

Trumpets and timpani joined in the loud rejoicing of the people. The king and the whole court danced on one leg, as at the birth of Princess Pirlipat, and the queen had to be sprayed with cologne, as she fainted from joy and delight.

The ensuing turmoil confused the young Drosselmeyer, who still had to walk back the prescribed seven steps. Nevertheless, he behaved perfectly and had already raised his right leg for the seventh step, but then Myshilda crawled out of the underground with a disgusting squeak and squeal. Young Drosselmeyer, who was about to put his foot down, stepped on it and stumbled so hard that he almost fell.

Oh bad rock! In an instant, the young man became as ugly as Princess Pirlipat before. The torso shrunk and could barely support a huge shapeless head with large bulging eyes and a wide, ugly gaping mouth. Instead of a scythe, a narrow wooden cloak hung behind, with which it was possible to control the lower jaw.

The watchmaker and the astrologer were beside themselves with horror, but they noticed that Myshilda was writhing on the floor covered in blood. Her villainy did not go unpunished: the young Drosselmeyer hit her hard on the neck with a sharp heel, and she was finished.

But Myshilda, seized with death throes, plaintively squeaked and squealed:

O hard, hard Krakatuk, I can't get away from mortal torments! .. Hee-hee... Wee-wee... But, the sly Nutcracker, and the end will come to you: my son, the mouse king, will not forgive my death - he will avenge you for the mother of the mouse army. Oh life, you were bright - and death came for me ... Quick!

Squeaking in last time, Myshilda died, and the king's stoker carried her away.

No one paid any attention to the young Drosselmeyer. However, the princess reminded her father of his promise, and the king immediately ordered the young hero to be brought to Pirlipat. But when the poor fellow appeared before her in all his ugliness, the princess covered her face with both hands and cried out:

Get out, get out of here, you nasty Nutcracker!

And at once the marshal seized him by the narrow shoulders and pushed him out.

The king was inflamed with anger, deciding that they wanted to impose the Nutcracker as his son-in-law, blamed the unlucky watchmaker and astrologer for everything, and expelled both of them from the capital forever. This was not foreseen in the horoscope drawn up by the astrologer in Nuremberg, but he did not fail to start watching the stars again and read that the young Drosselmeyer would behave excellently in his new rank and, despite all his ugliness, would become a prince and king. But his ugliness will disappear only if the seven-headed son of Mouselda, who was born after the death of his seven older brothers and became the mouse king, falls at the hand of the Nutcracker and if, despite his ugly appearance, a beautiful lady falls in love with the young Drosselmeyer. They say that, in fact, at Christmas time they saw young Drosselmeyer in Nuremberg in his father's shop, although in the form of a Nutcracker, but still in the dignity of a prince.

Here's to you, children, the tale of the hard nut. Now you understand why they say: “Come and crack such a nut! And why are nutcrackers so ugly...

Thus ended the senior councilor of the court with his story.

Marie decided that Pirlipat was a very ugly and ungrateful princess, and Fritz assured that if the Nutcracker was really brave, he would not stand on ceremony with the mouse king and would regain his former beauty.

UNCLE AND NEPHEW

Any of my highly respected readers or listeners who have cut themselves with glass know how painful it is and what a bad thing it is, since the wound heals very slowly. Marie had to spend almost a whole week in bed, because every time she tried to get up she felt dizzy. Nevertheless, in the end she completely recovered and could again jump around the room cheerfully.

Everything in the glass cabinet shone with novelty - trees, flowers, houses, and festively overdressed dolls, and most importantly, Marie found her dear Nutcracker there, who smiled at her from the second shelf, baring two rows of whole teeth. When she, rejoicing from the bottom of her heart, looked at her pet, her heart suddenly ached: what if everything that the godfather told - the story about the Nutcracker and about his feud with Myshilda and her son - if all this is true? Now she knew that her Nutcracker was a young Drosselmeyer from Nuremberg, a handsome, but, unfortunately, bewitched by Myshilda nephew of her godfather Drosselmeyer.

The fact that the skilled watchmaker at the court of Princess Pirlipat's father was none other than the senior court adviser Drosselmeyer, Marie did not doubt for a minute even during the story. "But why didn't your uncle help you, why didn't he help you?" - Marie lamented, and the conviction grew stronger in her that the battle at which she was present was for the Nutcracker kingdom and the crown. “After all, all the dolls obeyed him, because it is quite clear that the prediction of the court astrologer came true and the young Drosselmeyer became the king in the doll kingdom.”

Reasoning in this way, clever Marie, who endowed the Nutcracker and his vassals with life and the ability to move, was convinced that they really were about to come to life and move. But that was not the case: everything in the closet stood motionless in its place. However, Marie did not even think of giving up her inner conviction - she simply decided that the witchcraft of Myshilda and her seven-headed son was the reason for everything.

Although you are not able to move or utter a word, dear Mr. Drosselmeyer, she said to the Nutcracker, nevertheless I am sure that you hear me and know how well I treat you. Count on my help when you need it. In any case, I will ask my uncle to help you, if need be, with his art!

The Nutcracker stood calmly and did not move from his place, but it seemed to Marie that a slight sigh passed through the glass cabinet, which made the glass tinkle a little, but surprisingly melodiously, and a thin, ringing voice, like a bell, sang: “Mary, my friend, my keeper! No need for torment - I will be yours.

Marie had goosebumps running down her back with fear, but, oddly enough, for some reason she was very pleased.

Twilight has come. The parents entered the room with their godfather Drosselmeyer. After a while Louisa served tea, and the whole family sat down at the table chatting merrily. Marie quietly brought her armchair and sat down at the feet of her godfather. Having seized a moment, when everyone was silent, Marie looked with her big blue eyes straight into the face of the senior councilor of the court and said:

Now, dear godfather, I know that the Nutcracker is your nephew, the young Drosselmeyer of Nuremberg. He became a prince, or rather, a king: it all happened just as your companion, the astrologer, foretold. But you know that he declared war on the son of Lady Mouselda, the ugly mouse king. Why don't you help him?

And Marie again told the whole course of the battle at which she was present, and often she was interrupted by the loud laughter of her mother and Louise. Only Fritz and Drosselmeyer remained serious.

Where did the girl get such nonsense from? asked the medical adviser.

Well, she just has a rich imagination, - answered the mother. - In essence, this is nonsense generated by a strong fever. “All this is not true,” said Fritz. - My hussars are not such cowards, otherwise I would have shown them!

But the godfather, smiling strangely, put little Marie on his knees and spoke more affectionately than usual:

Ah, dear Marie, you have been given more than me and all of us. You, like Pirlipat, are a born princess: you rule a beautiful, bright kingdom. But you will have to endure a lot if you take under your protection the poor freak Nutcracker! After all, the mouse king guards him on all paths and roads. Know: not me, but you, you alone can save the Nutcracker. Be persistent and dedicated.

No one - neither Marie nor the rest understood what Drosselmeyer meant; and the adviser of medicine found the words of the godfather so strange that he felt his pulse and said:

You, dear friend, have a strong rush of blood to the head: I will prescribe a medicine for you.

Only the wife of the medical adviser shook her head thoughtfully and remarked:

I guess what Mr. Drosselmeyer means, but I can't express it in words.

VICTORY

It's been a while, and somehow moonlit night Marie was awakened by a strange tapping that seemed to come from a corner, as if stones were being thrown and rolled there, and at times a nasty squeal and squeak was heard.

Hey, mice, mice, there are mice again! - Marie screamed in fright and wanted to wake her mother already, but the words got stuck in her throat.

She could not even move, because she saw how the mouse king crawled out of the hole in the wall with difficulty and, sparkling with eyes and crowns, began to dart around the room; suddenly, with one leap, he jumped onto the table that stood right next to Marie's bed.

Hee hee hee! Give me all the dragee, all the marzipan, silly, or I'll bite your Nutcracker, I'll bite your Nutcracker! - the mouse king squeaked and at the same time disgustedly creaked and gnashed his teeth, and then quickly disappeared into a hole in the wall.

Marie was so frightened by the appearance of the terrible mouse king that the next morning she was completely haggard and from excitement could not utter a word. A hundred times she was going to tell her mother, Louise, or at least Fritz about what had happened to her, but she thought: “Will anyone believe me? I'm just going to be laughed at."

However, it was quite clear to her that in order to save the Nutcracker, she would have to give the dragee and marzipan. So in the evening she put all her sweets on the bottom ledge of the closet. In the morning the mother said:

I don't know where the mice came from in our living room. Look, Marie, they have eaten all the sweets, poor things.

So it was. The gluttonous mouse king did not like the stuffed marzipan, but he gnawed it so sharply with his sharp teeth that the rest had to be thrown away. Marie did not regret the sweets at all: in the depths of her soul she rejoiced, because she thought that she had saved the Nutcracker. But what did she feel when the next night there was a squeak and squeal just above her ear! Ah, the mouse king was right there, and his eyes sparkled even more disgustingly than last night, and he squeaked even more disgustingly through his teeth:

Give me your sugar dolls, silly, or I'll bite your Nutcracker, I'll bite your Nutcracker!

And with these words, the terrible mouse king disappeared.

Marie was very upset. The next morning she went to the cupboard and looked sadly at the sugar and adragante dolls. And her grief was understandable, because you would not believe, my attentive listener Marie, what marvelous sugar figures Marie Stahlbaum had: a pretty little shepherd with a shepherdess grazed a flock of snow-white lambs, and their dog frolicked nearby; right there stood two postmen with letters in their hands and four very pretty couples - dapper young men and girls dressed to smithereens were swinging on a Russian swing. Then came the dancers, behind them stood Pachter Feldkümmel with the Virgin of Orleans, whom Marie did not really appreciate, and quite in the corner stood a red-cheeked baby - Marie's favorite ... Tears gushed from her eyes.

Oh, dear Mr. Drosselmeyer, she exclaimed, turning to the Nutcracker, what I won’t do just to save your life, but, oh, how hard it is!

However, the Nutcracker had such a plaintive look that Marie, who already imagined that the mouse king had opened all its seven jaws and wanted to swallow the unfortunate young man, decided to sacrifice everything for him.

So, in the evening, she put all the sugar dolls on the lower ledge of the cabinet, where she had previously put sweets. She kissed the shepherd, the shepherdess, the lambs; the last she took out of the corner of her favorite - a red-cheeked baby - and put him behind all the other dolls. Fsldkümmel and the Virgin of Orleans were in the front row.

No, this is too much! cried Mrs. Stahlbaum the next morning. - It can be seen that a large, gluttonous mouse is hosting in a glass case: poor Marie has all the pretty sugar dolls gnawed and gnawed!

True, Marie could not help but cry, but soon she smiled through her tears, because she thought: “What can I do, but the Nutcracker is intact! "

In the evening, when the mother was telling Mr. Drosselmeyer about what the mouse had done in the children's closet, the father exclaimed:

What nonsense! I can't get rid of the nasty mouse that keeps house in the glass cabinet and eats all the sweets from poor Marie.

That's what, - said Fritz cheerfully, - downstairs, by the baker, there is a fine gray adviser to the embassy. I will take him upstairs to us: he will quickly finish this business and bite off the head of a mouse, whether it be Mousechild herself or her son, the mouse king.

And at the same time he will jump on tables and chairs and break glasses and cups, and in general you will not get into trouble with him! - Laughing, finished the mother.

No! Fritz objected. “This embassy adviser is a smart fellow. I wish I could walk on the roof like him!

No, please, don't need a cat for the night, - asked Louise, who could not stand cats.

As a matter of fact, Fritz is right, - said the father. - In the meantime, you can put a mousetrap. Do we have mousetraps?

The godfather will make us an excellent mousetrap: after all, he invented them! cried Fritz.

Everyone laughed, and when Mrs. Stahlbaum said that there was not a single mousetrap in the house, Drosselmeyer declared that he had several of them, and, indeed, immediately ordered that an excellent mousetrap be brought from the house.

The godfather's tale of the hard nut came to life for Fritz and Marie. When the cook was frying the lard, Marie turned pale and trembled. Still absorbed in the fairy tale with its wonders, she once even said to the cook Dora, her old acquaintance:

Ah, your Majesty the Queen, beware of Myshilda and her relatives!

And Fritz drew his saber and said:

Just let them come, I'll ask them!

But both under the stove and on the stove everything was calm. When the senior councilor of the court tied a piece of bacon to a thin thread and carefully placed the mousetrap against the glass cabinet, Fritz exclaimed:

Watch out, watchmaker godfather, lest the mouse king play a cruel joke on you!

Oh, what poor Marie had to do the next night! Ice paws ran down her arm, and something rough and nasty touched her cheek and squeaked and squealed right into her ear. On her shoulder sat a nasty mouse king; blood-red saliva flowed from his seven gaping mouths, and, gnashing his teeth, he hissed in the ear of Marie, numb with horror:

I'll slip away - I'll sniff into the crack, I'll slip under the floor, I won't touch the fat, you know that. Come on, come on pictures, dress here, it's not a problem, I warn you: I'll catch the Nutcracker and bite ... Hee-hee! .. Wee-wee! …Quick-quick!

Marie was very sad, and when the next morning her mother said: “But the ugly mouse has not yet been caught! “- Marie turned pale and alarmed, and her mother thought that the girl was sad about sweets and was afraid of the mouse.

That's enough, calm down, baby, - she said, - we will drive the nasty mouse away! Mousetraps will not help - then let Fritz bring his gray embassy adviser.

As soon as Marie was left alone in the living room, she went to the glass cabinet and, sobbing, spoke to the Nutcracker:

Ah, dear, kind Mr. Drosselmeyer! What can I do for you, poor, unfortunate girl? Well, I will give all my picture books to be eaten by the nasty mouse king, I will even give the beautiful new dress that the baby Christ gave me, but he will demand more and more from me, so that in the end I will have nothing left, and he , perhaps, will want to bite me instead of you. Oh, I'm a poor, poor girl! So what should I do, what should I do?!

While Marie was so grieving and crying, she noticed that the Nutcracker had a large bloody stain on his neck from last night. Ever since Marie found out that the Nutcracker was in fact the young Drosselmeyer, the nephew of the councilor of the court, she had stopped carrying him and cradling him, stopped caressing and kissing him, and she even felt embarrassed to touch him too often, but this time she she carefully took the Nutcracker from the shelf and carefully began to rub the bloody stain on her neck with a handkerchief. But how dumbfounded she was when she suddenly felt that her friend the Nutcracker in her hands warmed up and moved! She quickly put it back on the shelf. Then his lips parted, and the Nutcracker murmured with difficulty:

O priceless Mademoiselle Stahlbaum, my faithful friend, how much I owe you! No, do not sacrifice for me picture books, a festive dress - get me a saber ... a saber! I'll take care of the rest, even if he...

Here the Nutcracker's speech was interrupted, and his eyes, which had just glowed with deep sadness, again dimmed and dimmed. Marie was not the least bit scared, on the contrary, she jumped for joy. Now she knew how to save the Nutcracker without making further heavy sacrifices. But where to get a saber for a little man?

Marie decided to consult with Fritz, and in the evening, when her parents went to visit and they were sitting together in the living room near the glass cabinet, she told her brother everything that had happened to her because of the Nutcracker and the Mouse King and on what the Nutcracker's salvation now depends.

Most of all, Fritz was upset that his hussars behaved badly during the battle, as it turned out according to Marie's story. He very seriously asked her if it was really so, and when Marie gave him her word of honor, Fritz quickly went to the glass case, turned to the hussars with a formidable speech, and then, as a punishment for selfishness and cowardice, cut off all of them cap badges and forbade them to play the life hussar march for a year. Having finished with the punishment of the hussars, he turned to Marie:

I'll help the Nutcracker get a saber: only yesterday I retired an old cuirassier colonel with a pension, and, therefore, he no longer needs his beautiful, sharp saber.

The colonel in question lived on a pension given to him by Fritz in the far corner, on the third shelf. Fritz took it out, untied a really smart silver saber and put it on the Nutcracker.

The next night, Marie could not close her eyes from anxiety and fear. At midnight she heard some strange turmoil in the living room - tinkling and rustling. Suddenly there was a voice: “Quick! "

mouse king! Mouse King! Marie screamed and jumped out of bed in horror.

Everything was quiet, but soon someone cautiously knocked on the door and a thin voice was heard:

Priceless Mademoiselle Stahlbaum, open the door and fear nothing! Good, happy news.

Marie recognized the voice of young Drosselmeyer, put on her skirt and quickly opened the door. On the threshold stood the Nutcracker with a bloodied saber in his right hand, with a lit wax candle in his left. Seeing Marie, he immediately dropped to one knee and spoke thus:

O beautiful lady! You alone breathed into me knightly courage and gave strength to my hand, so that I struck down the bold one who dared to offend you. The cunning mouse king has been defeated and bathes in his own blood! Deign to graciously accept trophies from the hands of a knight devoted to you to the grave.

With these words, the pretty Nutcracker very deftly shook off the seven golden crowns of the mouse king, which he strung on his left hand, and gave them to Marie, who accepted them with joy.

The Nutcracker stood up and went on like this:

Ah, my precious Mademoiselle Stahlbaum! What curiosities could I show you now that the enemy is defeated, if you would deign to follow me even a few steps! Oh, do it, do it, dear mademoiselle!

PUPPET KINGDOM

I think, children, each of you would not hesitate for a moment to follow the honest, kind Nutcracker, who could have nothing wrong in his mind. And even more so Marie, because she knew that she had the right to count on the greatest gratitude from the Nutcracker, and was convinced that he would keep his word and show her many curiosities. That's why she said:

I will go with you, Mr. Drosselmeyer, but only not far and not for long, since I have not yet slept at all.

Then, - answered the Nutcracker, - I will choose the shortest, though not quite convenient way.

He went ahead. Marie is behind him. They stopped in the hall, at the old huge wardrobe. Marie noticed with surprise that the doors, usually locked, were open; she could clearly see her father's traveling fox coat, which hung right by the door. The Nutcracker very deftly climbed up the ledge of the closet and the carvings and grabbed a large tassel that dangled from a thick cord at the back of the fur coat. He pulled the brush with all his might, and immediately a graceful cedar-tree elk descended from the sleeve of his fur coat.

Would you like to rise, most precious Mademoiselle Marie? asked the Nutcracker.

Marie did just that. And before she had time to climb up through the sleeve, before she had time to look out from behind the collar, a dazzling light shone towards her, and she found herself in a beautiful fragrant meadow, which sparkled all over, as if with brilliant precious stones.

We are in Candy Meadow,” said the Nutcracker. Now let's go through that gate.

Only now, raising her eyes, did Marie notice a beautiful gate rising a few paces from her in the middle of the meadow; they seemed to be made of white and brown, speckled marble. When Marie came closer, she saw that it was not marble, but sugar-coated almonds and raisins, which is why the gate under which they passed was called, according to the Nutcracker, the Almond-Raisin Gate. The common people very impolitely called them the gates of gluttonous students. On the side gallery of this gate, apparently made of barley sugar, six monkeys in red jackets made up a wonderful military band, which played so well that Marie, without noticing it herself, walked further and further along the marble slabs, beautifully made of sugar. cooked with spices.

Soon, sweet fragrances wafted over her from the wonderful grove that sprawled on both sides. The dark foliage shone and sparkled so brightly that one could clearly see the golden and silver fruits hanging on multi-colored stems, and bows, and bouquets of flowers that adorned the trunks and branches, like a cheerful bride and groom and wedding guests. With every breath of marshmallows, saturated with the fragrance of oranges, a rustle rose in the branches and foliage, and the golden tinsel crunched and crackled, like jubilant music that carried the sparkling lights, and they danced and jumped.

Oh, how wonderful it is here! Marie exclaimed in admiration.

We are in the Christmas Forest, dear Mademoiselle, said the Nutcracker.

Oh, how I wish I were here! It's so wonderful here! Marie exclaimed again.

The Nutcracker clapped his hands, and at once there appeared tiny shepherds and shepherds, hunters and hunters, so tender and white that one might have thought they were made of pure sugar. Although they were walking in the woods, for some reason Marie had not noticed them before. They brought a marvelously pretty golden armchair, put a white candy cushion on it, and very graciously invited Marie to sit down. And immediately the shepherds and shepherdesses performed a charming ballet, while the hunters, meanwhile, very skillfully blew their horns. Then they all disappeared into the bushes.

Forgive me, dear Mademoiselle Stahlbaum, - said the Nutcracker, forgive me for such miserable dancing. But these are dancers from our puppet ballet - they only know that they repeat the same thing, but the fact that) the hunters blew their pipes so sleepily and lazily also has its own reasons. Bonbonnieres on Christmas trees, although they hang in front of their very noses, are too high. Now, would you like to go further?

What are you talking about, the ballet was just lovely and I really liked it! Marie said, getting up and following the Nutcracker.

They walked along a stream that ran with a gentle murmur and babble and filled the whole forest with its wonderful fragrance.

This is the Orange Creek, - answered the Nutcracker to Marie's questions, - but, except for its wonderful aroma, it cannot be compared either in size or beauty with the Lemonade River, which, like it, flows into the Lake of Almond Milk.

And in fact, soon Marie heard a louder splash and murmur and saw a wide stream of lemonade, which rolled its proud light yellow waves among the bushes sparkling like emeralds. An unusually invigorating coolness, delighting the chest and heart, blew from the beautiful waters. Nearby, a dark yellow river flowed slowly, spreading an unusually sweet fragrance, and beautiful children sat on the shore, who fished for small fat fish and immediately ate them. As she got closer, Marie noticed that the fish looked like Lombard nuts. A little further on the coast lies a charming village. The houses, the church, the pastor's house, the barns were dark brown with golden roofs; and many of the walls were painted as garishly as if they had been plastered with almonds and candied lemons.

This is the village of Gingerbread, - said the Nutcracker, - located on the banks of the Honey River. The people in it live beautiful, but very angry, as everyone there suffers from a toothache. We better not go there.

At the same instant, Marie noticed a beautiful town in which all the houses were completely colorful and transparent. The Nutcracker went straight there, and now Marie heard a chaotic cheerful hubbub and saw a thousand pretty little men dismantling and unloading the loaded carts crowded in the bazaar. And what they got out looked like motley multi-colored pieces of paper and chocolate bars.

We are in Canfetenhausen, - said the Nutcracker, - messengers from the Paper Kingdom and from the Chocolate King have just arrived. Not so long ago, the poor Confedenhausen were threatened by the mosquito admiral's army; so they cover their homes with the gifts of the Paper State and build fortifications from strong slabs sent by the chocolate king. But, invaluable Mademoiselle Stahlbaum, we cannot visit all the towns and villages of the country - to the capital, to the capital!

The Nutcracker hurried on, and Marie, burning with impatience, did not lag behind him. Soon a wondrous fragrance of roses wafted in, and everything seemed to be lit up with a gently shimmering pink glow. Marie noticed that it was a reflection of pink-red waters, with a sweetly melodious sound, splashing and murmuring at her feet. The waves kept coming and coming, and finally turned into a large beautiful lake, on which wonderful silver-white swans with golden ribbons around their necks swam and sang beautiful songs, and diamond fish, as if in a cheerful dance, dived and somersaulted in pink waves.

Ah, - Marie exclaimed in delight, - but this is the same lake that my godfather once promised to make! And I am the same girl who was supposed to play with the pretty swans.

The Nutcracker smiled as mockingly as he had never smiled before, and then said:

Uncle would never make anything like that. Rather, you, dear Mademoiselle Stahlbaum ... But is it worth thinking about this! Better to cross the Pink Lake to the other side, to the capital.

CAPITAL

The Nutcracker clapped his hands again. The pink lake rustled more, the waves came higher, and Marie saw in the distance two golden-scaled dolphins harnessed to a shell, shining with gems bright as the sun. Twelve adorable little blacks in caps and pinafores woven from iridescent hummingbird feathers jumped ashore and, gliding lightly over the waves, carried first Marie, and then the Nutcracker into the shell, which immediately rushed across the lake.

Oh, how wonderful it was to swim in a shell, perfumed with the fragrance of roses and washed by pink waves! The golden-scaled dolphins raised their muzzles and began to throw crystal jets high up, and when these jets fell from the heights in sparkling and sparkling arcs, it seemed as if two lovely, soft silvery voices were singing:

“Who swims in the lake? Water Fairy! Mosquitoes, doo-doo-doo! Fish, splash-splash! Swans, shine-shine! Miracle bird, tra-la-la! Waves, sing, veya, melya, - a fairy floats to us on roses; frisky trickle, shoot up - to the sun, up! "

But the twelve Arabs, who jumped into the shell from behind, apparently did not like the singing of water jets at all. They shook their umbrellas so much that the leaves of the date palms, from which they were woven, crumpled and bent, and the blacks beat some unknown rhythm with their feet and sang:

“Top-and-tip and tip-and-top, clap-clap-clap! We are in a round dance on the waters! Birds, fish - for a walk, following the shell with a boom! Top-and-tip and tip-and-top, clap-clap-clap! "

The Arapchata are a very cheerful people, - said the somewhat embarrassed Nutcracker, - but no matter how they stir up the whole lake for me!

Indeed, soon there was a loud roar: amazing voices seemed to float above the lake. But Marie paid no attention to them - she looked into the fragrant waves, from where lovely girlish faces smiled at her.

Oh,” she cried joyfully, clapping her hands, “look, dear Mr. Drosselmeyer: Princess Pirlipat is there! She smiles at me so kindly... But look, dear Mr. Drosselmeyer!

But the Nutcracker sighed sadly and said:

O priceless Mademoiselle Stahlbaum, it is not Princess Pirlipat, it is you. Only you yourself, only your own pretty face smiles tenderly from every wave.

Then Marie quickly turned away, closed her eyes tightly, and was completely embarrassed. At the same moment, twelve blacks picked her up and carried her from the shell to the shore. She found herself in a small forest, which was, perhaps, even more beautiful than the Christmas forest, everything here shone and sparkled; especially remarkable were the rare fruits that hung on the trees, rare not only in color, but also in their wonderful fragrance.

We are in the Candied Grove, - said the Nutcracker, - and over there is the capital.

Oh, what did Marie see! How can I describe to you, children, the beauty and splendor of the city that appeared before Marie's eyes, which spread wide on a luxurious meadow dotted with flowers? It shone not only with the iridescent colors of the walls and towers, but also with the bizarre shape of buildings that did not at all look like ordinary houses. Artfully woven wreaths overshadowed them instead of roofs, and the towers were entwined with such lovely colorful garlands that it is impossible to imagine.

When Marie and the Nutcracker passed through the gate, which seemed to be made of almond biscuits and candied fruit, silver soldiers took guard, and a little man in a brocade dressing gown hugged the Nutcracker with the words:

Welcome dear prince! Welcome to Confetenburg!

Marie was very surprised that such a noble nobleman calls Mr. Drosselmeyer a prince. But then they heard the hubbub of thin voices, noisily interrupting each other, the sounds of jubilation and laughter, singing and music, and Marie, forgetting everything, immediately asked the Nutcracker what it was.

Oh dear Mademoiselle Stahlbaum, - answered the Nutcracker, - there is nothing to marvel at: Konfetenburg is a crowded, cheerful city, there is fun and noise every day. Kindly let's move on.

After a few steps they found themselves in a large, surprisingly beautiful market square. All houses were decorated with openwork sugar galleries. In the middle, like an obelisk, rose a glazed sweet cake sprinkled with sugar, and around four elaborate fountains jets of lemonade, orchad, and other delicious refreshing drinks spouted upward. The pool was full of whipped cream, which I wanted to scoop up with a spoon. But most charming of all were the charming little men who crowded here in multitudes. They had fun, laughed, joked and sang; it was their merry hubbub that Marie heard from afar.

There were elegantly dressed cavaliers and ladies, Armenians and Greeks, Jews and Tyroleans, officers and soldiers, and monks, and shepherds, and clowns - in a word, every people that one can meet in the world. In one place on the corner there was a terrible uproar: the people rushed in all directions, because just at that time the Great Mogul was carried in a palanquin, accompanied by ninety-three nobles and seven hundred slaves. But it had to happen that on the other corner the fishermen's guild, in the amount of five hundred people, staged a solemn procession, and, unfortunately, Turkish sultan just took it into his head to take a ride, accompanied by three thousand Janissaries, through the bazaar; besides, she was advancing right on the sweet cake with ringing music and singing: “Glory to the mighty sun, glory! “- the procession of the “interrupted solemn sacrifice”. Well, the same confusion, hustle and squeal! Soon groans were heard, because in the confusion a fisherman knocked off the head of a Brahmin, and the Great Mogul was nearly crushed by a buffoon. The noise grew wilder and wilder, a jostle and a fight had already begun, but then a man in a brocade dressing gown, the same one who had welcomed the Nutcracker as a prince at the gate, climbed onto the cake and, pulling the ringing bell three times, shouted loudly three times: “Confectioner! Confectioner! Confectioner! “The hustle and bustle subsided instantly; everyone escaped as best they could, and after the tangled processions were unraveled, when the dirty Great Mogul was cleaned out and the head of the Brahmin was put on again, the interrupted noisy fun began again.

What is the matter with the confectioner, dear Mr. Drosselmeyer? Marie asked.

Oh, priceless Mademoiselle Stahlbaum, here they call a confectioner an unknown, but very terrible force, which, according to local belief, can do whatever it wants with a person, - answered the Nutcracker, - this is the fate that rules over this cheerful people, and the inhabitants they are so afraid of him that the mere mention of his name can calm down the biggest hustle and bustle, as the burgomaster just now proved. Then no one thinks about earthly things, about cuffs and bumps on the forehead, everyone plunges into himself and says: “What is a person and what can he turn into?”

A loud cry of surprise - no, a cry of delight broke out from Marie when she suddenly found herself in front of a castle with a hundred aerial turrets, glowing with a pink-scarlet glow. Luxurious bouquets of violets, daffodils, tulips, and gillyflowers were scattered here and there on the walls, which set off the dazzling, scarlet whiteness of the background. The great dome of the central building and the gabled roofs of the towers were studded with thousands of stars glittering in gold and silver.

Here we are in the Marzipan Castle, - said the Nutcracker.

Marie did not take her eyes off the magical palace, but still she noticed that one large tower was missing a roof, which, apparently, was being restored by little men standing on a platform of cinnamon. Before she had time to ask the Nutcracker a question, he said:

More recently, the castle was threatened with a big disaster, and perhaps complete ruin. The giant Sweet Tooth passed by. He quickly bit off the roof of that tower and set to work on the large dome, but the inhabitants of Konfetenburg propitiated him, offering him a quarter of the city and a significant part of the Candied Grove as a ransom. He ate them and moved on.

Suddenly, very pleasant, gentle music sounded softly. The gates of the castle swung open, and from there came out twelve crumbs of pages with lit torches from carnation stalks in their handles. Their heads were made of pearls, their bodies were made of rubies and emeralds, and they moved on golden legs of skillful work. They were followed by four ladies of almost the same height as Clerchen, in unusually luxurious and brilliant dresses; Marie instantly recognized them as born princesses. They tenderly embraced the Nutcracker and at the same time exclaimed with sincere joy:

O prince, dear prince! Dear brother!

The Nutcracker was completely moved: he wiped away the tears that often came to his eyes, then took Marie by the hand and solemnly announced:

Here is Mademoiselle Marie Stahlbaum, daughter of a very worthy medical adviser and my savior. If she hadn’t thrown a shoe at the right moment, if she hadn’t got me the saber of a retired colonel, the nasty mouse king would have killed me, and I would already be lying in the grave. O Mademoiselle Stahlbaum! Can Pirlipat compare with her in beauty, dignity and virtue, despite the fact that she is a born princess? No, I say, no!

All the ladies exclaimed: “No! “- and, sobbing, began to hug Marie.

O noble savior of our beloved royal brother! O incomparable Mademoiselle Stahlbaum!

Then the ladies took Marie and the Nutcracker to the chambers of the castle, to the hall, the walls of which were entirely made of crystal shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow. But what Marie liked the most was the pretty chairs, chests of drawers, secretaires, made of cedar and Brazilian wood, inlaid with golden flowers, arranged there.

The princesses persuaded Marie and the Nutcracker to sit down and said that they would immediately prepare a treat for them with their own hands. They immediately took out various pots and bowls made of the finest Japanese porcelain, spoons, knives, forks, graters, saucepans and other gold and silver kitchen utensils. Then they brought such wonderful fruits and sweets as Marie had never seen, and very gracefully began to squeeze fruit juice with their lovely snow-white hands, crush spices, rub sweet almonds - in a word, they began to host such nice hosts that Marie realized what skillful people they were in culinary business. and what a sumptuous meal awaits her. Knowing perfectly well that she also understood something of this, Marie secretly wished to take part in the princesses' lessons herself. The most beautiful of the Nutcracker sisters, as if guessing Marie's secret desire, handed her a small golden mortar and said:

My dear girlfriend, the invaluable savior of my brother, the ceilings are a little caramel.

While Marie was merrily banging the pestle, so that the mortar rang melodiously and pleasantly, no worse than a lovely song, the Nutcracker began to tell in detail about the terrible battle with the hordes of the mouse king, about how he was defeated because of the cowardice of his troops, like then the nasty mouse king I wanted to kill him at all costs, as Marie had to sacrifice many of his subjects who were in her service ...

During the story, it seemed to Marie that the words of the Nutcracker and even her own blows with a pestle sounded more and more muffled, more and more indistinct, and soon a silver veil covered her eyes - as if light puffs of fog rose into which the princesses plunged ... pages ... The Nutcracker ... she herself ... Somewhere - then something rustled, murmured and sang; strange sounds vanished into the distance. The rising waves carried Mari higher and higher...higher and higher...higher and higher...

CONCLUSION

Ta-ra-ra-boo! - and Marie fell from an incredible height. That was the push! But Marie immediately opened her eyes. She lay in her bed. It was quite light, and my mother stood nearby and said:

Well, is it possible to sleep so long! Breakfast has been on the table for a long time.

My dear listeners, of course, you have already understood that Marie, stunned by all the miracles she saw, finally fell asleep in the hall of the Marzipan Castle and that the blacks or pages, or maybe the princesses themselves, carried her home and put her to bed.

Oh, mother, my dear mother, where have I not been this night with young Mr. Drosselmeyer! What miracles have not seen enough!

And she told everything in almost the same detail as I had just told, and my mother listened and was surprised.

When Marie had finished, her mother said:

You, dear Marie, had a long beautiful dream. But get it all out of your head.

Marie stubbornly insisted that she saw everything not in a dream, but in reality. Then her mother led her to a glass cabinet, took out the Nutcracker, who, as always, stood on the second shelf, and said:

Oh you silly girl, where did you get the idea that a wooden Nuremberg doll can talk and move?

But, mommy, - Marie interrupted her, - I know that the little Nutcracker is a young Mr. Drosselmeyer from Nuremberg, the godfather's nephew!

Here both - both father and mother - laughed out loud.

Ah, now you, daddy, are laughing at my Nutcracker, - Marie continued almost crying, - and he spoke so well of you! When we arrived at the Marzipan Castle, he introduced me to the princesses - his sisters and said that you are a very worthy adviser to medicine!

The laughter only intensified, and now Louise and even Fritz joined the parents. Then Marie ran to the Other Room, quickly took out the seven crowns of the mouse king from her casket and gave them to her mother with the words:

Here, mother, look: here are the seven crowns of the mouse king, which young Mr. Drosselmeyer presented to me last night as a sign of his victory!

Mom looked with surprise at tiny crowns made of some unfamiliar, very shiny metal and such fine workmanship that it could hardly be the work of human hands. Herr Stahlbaum also couldn't get enough of the crowns. Then both father and mother strictly demanded that Marie confess where she got the crowns from, but she stood her ground.

When her father began to scold her and even called her a liar, she burst into bitter tears and began to mournfully say:

Oh, I'm poor, poor! Well, what should I do?

But then the door suddenly opened, and the godfather entered.

What's happened? What's happened? - he asked. - My goddaughter Marihen cries and sobs? What's happened? What's happened?

Dad told him what happened and showed him the tiny crowns. The senior counselor of the court, as soon as he saw them, laughed and exclaimed:

Stupid ideas, stupid ideas! Why, these are the crowns that I once wore on a watch chain, and then gave Marihen on her birthday, when she was two years old! Have you forgotten?

Neither father nor mother could remember it.

When Marie was convinced that the faces of her parents had again become affectionate, she ran up to her godfather and exclaimed:

Godfather, you know everything! Tell me that my Nutcracker is your nephew, young Herr Drosselmeyer of Nuremberg, and that he gave me these tiny crowns.

The godfather frowned and muttered:

Silly ideas!

Then the father took little Marie aside and said very sternly:

Listen, Marie, stop making up stories and stupid jokes once and for all! And if you say again that the ugly Nutcracker is your godfather's nephew, I will throw out of the window not only the Nutcracker, but also all the other dolls, including Mamselle Clerchen.

Now poor Marie, of course, did not dare to say a word about what was overflowing in her heart; because you understand that it was not so easy for Marie to forget all the wonderful miracles that happened to her. Even, dear reader or listener, Fritz, even your comrade Fritz Stahlbaum immediately turned his back on his sister as soon as she was about to tell about the wonderful country where she felt so good. It is said that sometimes he even muttered through his teeth: “Stupid girl! “But, having long known his good disposition, I just can’t believe it; in any case, it is known for certain that, no longer believing a word in Marie’s stories, he formally apologized to his hussars for the offense in a public parade, pinned them, instead of the lost insignia, even taller and more magnificent plumes of goose feathers, and again allowed the leib to blow - hussar march. Well, we know what the courage of the hussars was when disgusting bullets planted spots on their red uniforms.

Marie no longer dared to talk about her adventure, but the magical images fairyland didn't leave her. She heard gentle rustling, gentle, enchanting sounds; she saw everything again as soon as she began to think about it, and instead of playing, as she used to, she could sit quietly and quietly for hours, withdrawing into herself - that's why everyone now called her a little dreamer.

It once happened that the godfather was repairing clocks at the Stahlbaums. Marie was sitting near the glass cabinet and, daydreaming, looked at the Nutcracker. And suddenly she burst out:

Ah, dear Mr. Drosselmeyer, if you really lived, I would not reject you, like Princess Pirlipat, because you lost your beauty because of me!

The counselor of the court immediately shouted:

Well, well, stupid inventions!

But at the same moment there was such a roar and crack that Marie fell unconscious from her chair. When she woke up, her mother fussed around her and said:

Well, is it possible to fall from a chair? Such a big girl! The nephew of the senior councilor of the court has just arrived from Nuremberg, be smart.

She raised her eyes: her godfather again put on his glass wig, put on a yellow frock coat and smiled contentedly, and by the hand he held, it is true, a small, but very well-built young man, white and ruddy as blood and milk, in a magnificent red, embroidered gold caftan, in shoes and white silk stockings. What a pretty bunch of charms was pinned to his jabot, his hair was carefully curled and powdered, and an excellent braid descended along his back. The tiny sword at his side gleamed like it was all studded with precious stones, and under his arm he held a silk hat.

The young man showed his pleasant disposition and good manners by giving Marie a whole bunch of wonderful toys and, above all, tasty marzipan and dolls in exchange for those that the mouse king had gnawed, and Fritz - a wonderful saber. At the table, a kind young man cracked nuts for the whole company. The hardest ones were nothing to him; with his right hand he put them in his mouth, with his left he pulled his braid, and - click! - the shell broke into small pieces.

Marie blushed all over when she saw the courteous young man, and when, after dinner, young Drosselmeyer invited her to go into the living room, to the glass cabinet, she became crimson.

Go, go, play, children, just look do not quarrel. Now that all my watches are in order, I have nothing against it! the senior adviser of the court admonished them.

As soon as young Drosselmeyer found himself alone with Marie, he knelt down on one knee and made this speech:

O priceless Mademoiselle Stahlbaum, look: at your feet is the happy Drosselmeyer, whose life you saved on this very spot. You deigned to say that you would not reject me like the nasty Princess Pirlipat if I became a freak because of you. Immediately I ceased to be a miserable Nutcracker and regained my former appearance, not without pleasantness. O excellent Mademoiselle Stahlbaum, make me happy with your worthy hand! Share the crown and throne with me, we will reign together in the Marzipan Castle.

Mari lifted the young man from his knees and said quietly:

Dear Mr. Drosselmeyer! You are a meek, kind-hearted person, and besides, you still reign in a beautiful country inhabited by a lovely cheerful people - well, how can I not agree that you should be my bridegroom!

And Marie immediately became the bride of Drosselmeyer. They say that a year later he took her away in a golden carriage drawn by silver horses, that twenty-two thousand elegant dolls, sparkling with diamonds and pearls, danced at their wedding, and Marie, as they say, is still queen in a country where, if only you have eyes, you will see sparkling candied groves everywhere, transparent marzipan castles - in a word, all sorts of miracles and curiosities.

Here's a fairy tale about the Nutcracker and the Mouse King.

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Ernst Theodor Wilhelm Amadeus Hoffmann

short biography

Hoffmann was born into the family of a Prussian royal lawyer, but when the boy was three years old, his parents separated, and he was brought up in the house of his maternal grandmother under the influence of his uncle, a lawyer, an intelligent and talented man, but prone to fantasy and mysticism. Hoffmann early showed remarkable abilities for music and drawing. But, not without the influence of his uncle, Hoffmann chose for himself the path of jurisprudence, from which he tried to break out all his subsequent life and earn money with the arts.

In 1800, Hoffmann perfectly completed the course of legal sciences at the University of Königsberg and connected his life with public service. In the same year, he left Königsberg and until 1807 worked in various ranks, in free time doing music and drawing. Subsequently, his attempts to earn a living by art led to poverty and disaster, only after 1813 did he get better after receiving a small inheritance. The position of Kapellmeister in Dresden briefly satisfied his professional ambitions; after 1815 he lost this position and was forced to enter the hated service again, already in Berlin. However, the new place also provided income and left a lot of time for creativity.

Disgusted by philistine "tea" societies, Hoffmann spent most of the evenings, and sometimes part of the night, in the wine cellar. Having upset his nerves with wine and insomnia, Hoffmann would come home and sit down to write; the horrors created by his imagination sometimes brought fear to himself. And at the legalized hour, Hoffmann was already in the service and worked hard.

Hoffmann spends his worldview in a long series of fantastic stories and fairy tales, incomparable in their kind. In them, he skillfully mixes the miraculous of all ages and peoples with personal fiction, sometimes darkly painful, sometimes gracefully cheerful and mocking.

In his time, German criticism did not have a very high opinion of Hoffmann; there they preferred romanticism, thoughtful and serious, without admixture of sarcasm and satire. Hoffmann was much more popular in other European countries and in North America; in Russia, Belinsky called him "one of the greatest German poets, a painter of the inner world", and Dostoevsky re-read the entire Hoffmann in Russian and in the original language.

At the age of 47, Hoffmann was finally exhausted by his way of life; but even on his deathbed he retained the power of imagination and wit. He died in Berlin and was buried in the Jerusalem Cemetery of Berlin in the Kreuzberg district.

Jacques Offenbach's opera The Tales of Hoffmann is dedicated to the life of Hoffmann and his works.

Hoffmann and romanticism

As an artist and thinker, Hoffmann is successively associated with the Jena romantics, with their understanding of art as the only possible source of transformation of the world. Hoffmann develops many of the ideas of F. Schlegel and Novalis, such as the doctrine of the universality of art, the concept of romantic irony and the synthesis of arts. Musician and composer, decorator and master of graphic drawing writer Hoffman is close to the practical implementation of the idea of ​​art synthesis.

The work of Hoffmann in the development of German romanticism represents a stage of a more acute and tragic understanding of reality, the rejection of a number of illusions of the Jena romantics, and a revision of the relationship between the ideal and reality.

Hoffmann's hero tries to escape from the shackles of the world around him by means of irony, but, realizing the impotence of the romantic confrontation with real life, the writer himself laughs at his hero. Romantic irony in Hoffmann changes its direction, it, unlike the Jenese, never creates illusions absolute freedom. Hoffmann focuses close attention on the personality of the artist, believing that he is the most free from selfish motives and petty worries.

Interesting Facts

* Hoffmann in his name Ernest Theodor Wilhelm changed the last part to Amadeus in honor of Mozart's favorite composer.

* Hoffman is one of the writers who influenced the work of E. A. Poe and H. F. Lovecraft.

Artworks

* The collection "Fantasy in the manner of Callot" (German: Fantasiestücke in Callot's Manier), contains
o Essay "Jacques Callot" (German: Jaques Callot)
o Novel “Cavalier Gluck” (German: Ritter Gluck)
o "Kreisleriana" (German: Kreisleriana)
o Novel "Don Juan" (German: Don Juan)
o "News of the further fate of the Berganz dog" (German: Nachricht von den neuesten Schicksalen des Hundes Berganza)
o "Magnetizer" (German Der Magnetiseur)
o The story "The Golden Pot" (German: Der goldene Topf)
o Adventures on New Year's Eve (German Die Abenteuer der Silvesternacht)
o "Princess Blandina" (1814) (German: Prinzessin Blandina)
* The novel "Elixirs of Satan" (German: Die Elixiere des Teufels)
* Fairy tale "The Nutcracker and the Mouse King" (German: Nußknacker und Mausekönig)
* Collection "Night Studies" (German: Nachtstücke), contains
o "Sand Man" (German: Der Sandmann)
o "Vow" (German: Das Gelübde)
o "Ignaz Denner" (German: Ignaz Denner)
o "Church of the Jesuits" (German: Die Jesuiterkirche in G.)
o Majorat (German: Das Majorat)
o "Empty House" (German: Das öde Haus)
o "Sanctus" (German: Das Sanctus)
o "Stone Heart" (German: Das steinerne Herz)
* Novella "The Unusual Sufferings of the Theater Director" (German: Seltsame Leiden eines Theater-Direktors)
* The story "Little Tsakhes, nicknamed Zinnober" (German: Klein Zaches, genannt Zinnober)
* "Player's Happiness" (German: Spielerglück)
* Collection "Serapion Brothers" (German: Die Serapionsbrüder), contains
o "Falun mines" ((German: Die Bergwerke zu Falun)
o "Doge and Dogaresse" ((German Doge und Dogaresse)
o "Master Martin-Bochar and his apprentices" ((German: Meister Martin der Küfner und seine Gesellen)
o Novel “Mademoiselle de Scudéry” (German: Das Fräulein von Scudéry)
* "Princess Brambilla" (1820) (German: Prinzessin Brambilla)
* Novel (not completed) "Worldly views of the cat Murr" (German: Lebensansichten des Katers Murr)
* "Mistakes" (German: Die Irrungen)
* "Secrets" (German: Die Geheimnisse)
* "Twins" (German: Die Doppeltgänger)
* The novel "Lord of the Fleas" (German: Meister Floh)
* Novel "Corner Window" (German: Des Vetters Eckfenster)
* "Sinister guest" (German: Der unheimliche Gast)
* Opera "Ondine" (1816).

Screen adaptations

* Nutcracker (cartoon, 1973)
* Nut Krakatuk, 1977 - a film by Leonid Kvinikhidze
* The Nutcracker and the Mouse King (cartoon), 1999
* Nutcracker (cartoon, 2004)
* "Hoffmaniada"

Ernst Theodor Wilhelm Hoffmann (German: Ernst Theodor Wilhelm Hoffmann). Born January 24, 1776, Königsberg, Kingdom of Prussia - died June 25, 1822, Berlin, Kingdom of Prussia. German romantic writer, composer, artist and lawyer.

Out of respect for Amadeus Mozart, in 1805 he changed the name "Wilhelm" to "Amadeus" (Amadeus). He published notes on music under the name Johannes Kreisler (German: Johannes Kreisler).

Hoffmann was born into the family of a baptized Jew, the Prussian lawyer Christoph Ludwig Hoffmann (1736-1797).

When the boy was three years old, his parents separated, and he was brought up in the house of his maternal grandmother under the influence of his uncle, a lawyer, an intelligent and talented man, prone to science fiction and mysticism. Hoffmann showed early aptitude for music and drawing. But, not without the influence of his uncle, Hoffmann chose for himself the path of jurisprudence, from which he tried to break out all his subsequent life and earn money with art.

1799 - Hoffmann writes the music and text of the three-act singspiel "Mask".

1800 - In January, Hoffmann unsuccessfully tries to stage his singspiel at the Royal National theater. On March 27, he takes the third exam in jurisprudence and in May is appointed to the post of assessor in the Poznań District Court. At the beginning of the summer, Hoffmann travels with Gippel to Potsdam, Leipzig and Dresden, and then arrives in Poznań.

Until 1807, he worked in various ranks, in his spare time doing music and drawing.

In 1801, Hoffmann writes the singspiel "Joke, Cunning and Revenge" to words, which is put on stage in Poznań. Jean Paul sends the score with his recommendation to Goethe.

In 1802, Hoffmann created caricatures of certain individuals of the Poznań high society. As a result of the ensuing scandal, Hoffmann is transferred as a punishment to Plock. In early March, Hoffmann breaks off his engagement to Minna Dörfer and marries a Polish woman, Michalina Rorer-Trzczyńska (he affectionately calls her Misha). In the summer, the young spouses move to Plock. Here Hoffmann is acutely experiencing his forced isolation, he leads closed image life, writes church music and works for the piano, studies the theory of composition.

In 1803 - Hoffmann's first literary publication: the essay "A Letter from a Monk to his Metropolitan Friend" was published on September 9 in "Pryamodushny". Unsuccessful attempt to enter the Kotzebue competition for best comedy("Prize"). Hoffmann is busy about being transferred to one of the western provinces of Prussia.

In 1805, Hoffmann wrote music for Zacharia Werner's play Cross in the Baltic. The Merry Musicians are staged in Warsaw. On May 31, the Musical Society appears, and Hoffmann becomes one of its leaders.

In 1806, Hoffmann was engaged in the design of the Mnishkov Palace, acquired by the Musical Society, he painted many of its premises himself. On grand opening Palace Hoffmann conducts his symphony in E-flat major. November 28 Warsaw is occupied by the French - the Prussian institutions are closed, and Hoffmann is deprived of his post.

In April 1808, Hoffmann took the position of bandmaster at the newly opened theater in Bamberg. In early May, Hoffmann came up with the idea of ​​Gluck's Cavalier. At this time, he is in dire need. June 9 Hoffmann leaves Berlin, visits Hampe in Glogau and picks up Misha from Poznań. On September 1, he arrives in Bamberg, and on October 21 he makes an unsuccessful debut as a conductor at the Bamberg Theater. Having retained the title of bandmaster, Hoffmann resigned from his duties as a conductor. He earns a living from private lessons and occasional musical compositions for the theatre.

In 1810, Hoffmann acts as a composer, decorator, playwright, director and assistant director of the Bamberg Theater, which is experiencing its heyday. Creation of the image of Johannes Kreisler - Hoffmann's alter ego ("The Musical Sufferings of Kapellmeister Kreisler").

In 1812, Hoffmann conceived the opera Ondine and began writing Don Giovanni.

In 1814 Hoffmann completed The Golden Pot. At the beginning of May, the first two volumes of "Fantasy in the manner of Callot" are published. August 5 Hoffmann completes the opera Ondine. In September, the Prussian Ministry of Justice offers Hoffmann a position as a government official, at first without pay, and he accepts. On September 26, Hoffmann arrives in Berlin, where he meets Fouquet, Chamisso, Tiek, Franz Horn, Philipp Veit.

All Hoffmann's attempts to make a living from art led to poverty and disaster. Only after 1813 did things improve for him after receiving a small inheritance. The position of Kapellmeister in Dresden briefly satisfied his professional ambitions, but after 1815 he lost this position and was forced to enter the hated service again, already in Berlin. However, the new place also provided income and left a lot of time for creativity.

In 1818, Hoffmann conceived the book "Masters of Singing - A Novel for Friends of the Musical Art" (not written). There is an idea for a collection of stories "The Serapion Brothers" (originally - "The Seraphim Brothers") and the opera "The Lover after Death" based on the work of Calderon, the libretto to which Contessa writes.

In the spring of 1818, Hoffmann became seriously ill, and he came up with the idea of ​​"Tsakhes's Baby". On November 14, a circle of "Serapion brothers" is established, which includes, in addition to Hoffmann himself, Hitzig, Contessa and Koref.

Disgusted by philistine "tea" societies, Hoffmann spent most of the evenings, and sometimes part of the night, in the wine cellar. Having upset his nerves with wine and insomnia, Hoffmann would come home and sit down to write. The horrors created by his imagination sometimes brought fear to himself. And at the legalized hour, Hoffmann was already in the service and worked hard.

At one time, German criticism did not have a very high opinion of Hoffmann, they preferred thoughtful and serious romanticism, without an admixture of sarcasm and satire. Hoffmann was much more popular in other European countries and in North America. In Russia, he called him "one of the greatest German poets, a painter of the inner world," and re-read all of Hoffmann in Russian and in the original language.

In 1822 Hoffmann fell seriously ill. On January 23, by order of the Prussian government, the manuscript and already printed sheets of The Lord of the Fleas, as well as the writer's correspondence with the publisher, were confiscated. Hoffmann was charged with mocking officials and violating official secrets.

On February 23, the ill Hoffmann dictates a speech in his defense. On February 28, he dictates the end of Lord of the Fleas. On March 26, Hoffmann draws up a will, after which he becomes paralyzed.

At the age of 46, Hoffmann was completely exhausted by his way of life, but even on his deathbed he retained the power of imagination and wit.

In April, the writer dictates the novel "Corner Window". The Lord of the Fleas is published (in a truncated version). Around June 10, Hoffmann dictates the story "The Enemy" (left unfinished) and the joke "Naivety".

On June 24 the paralysis reaches the neck. On June 25 at 11 a.m. Hoffmann dies in Berlin and is buried at the Jerusalem Cemetery in Berlin in the Kreuzberg district.

The circumstances of Hoffmann's biography are played out in Jacques Offenbach's opera The Tales of Hoffmann and M. Bazhan's poem The Night of Hoffmann.

Personal life of Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann:

1798 - Hoffmann's engagement to his cousin Minna Dörfer.

In July 1805, the daughter Cecilia was born - the first and only child Hoffmann.

In January 1807, Minna and Cecilia left for Poznań to stay with relatives. Hoffmann settles in the attic of the Mnishkov Palace, which became the residence of Daru, and is seriously ill. His move to Vienna is disrupted, and Hoffmann goes to Berlin, to Hitzig, on whose help he really counts. In mid-August, his daughter Cecilia dies in Poznań.

In 1811, Hoffmann gives singing lessons to Julia Mark and falls in love with his student. She is unaware of the teacher's feelings. Relatives arrange the engagement of Julia and Hoffmann is on the verge of insanity and contemplating double suicide.

Bibliography of Hoffmann:

Collection of short stories "Fantasy in the manner of Callot" (German: Fantasiestücke in Callot's Manier) (1814);
"Jacques Callot" (German: Jaques Callot);
"Cavalier Gluck" (German: Ritter Gluck);
"Kreisleriana (I)" (German: Kreisleriana);
"Don Juan" (German: Don Juan);
"News of the further fate of the Berganz dog" (German: Nachricht von den neuesten Schicksalen des Hundes Berganza);
"Magnetizer" (German Der Magnetiseur);
"Golden Pot" (German: Der goldene Topf);
"Adventure on New Year's Eve" (German: Die Abenteuer der Silvesternacht);
"Kreisleriana (II)" (German: Kreisleriana);
The play-tale "Princess Blandina" (German: Prinzessin Blandina) (1814);
The novel Elixirs of Satan (German: Die Elixiere des Teufels) (1815);
The story-tale "The Nutcracker and the Mouse King" (German: Nußknacker und Mausekönig) (1816);
Collection of short stories "Night Studies" (German: Nachtstücke) (1817);
"Sand Man" (German: Der Sandmann);
"Vow" (German: Das Gelübde);
"Ignaz Denner" (German: Ignaz Denner);
"Church of the Jesuits in G." (German Die Jesuiterkirche in G.);
Majorat (German: Das Majorat);
"Empty House" (German: Das öde Haus);
"Sanctus" (German: Das Sanctus);
"Stone Heart" (German: Das steinerne Herz);
Essay "The Unusual Sufferings of a Theater Director" (German: Seltsame Leiden eines Theater-Direktors) (1818);
The story-tale "Little Tsakhes, nicknamed Zinnober" (German: Klein Zaches, genannt Zinnober) (1819);
The story-tale "Princess Brambilla" (German: Prinzessin Brambilla) (1820);
Collection of short stories "The Serapion Brothers" (German: Die Serapionsbrüder) (1819-21);
"The Hermit Serapion" (German: Der Einsiedler Serapion);
"Counselor Crespel" (German: Rat Krespel);
"Fermata" (German: Die Fermate);
"Poet and Composer" (German: Der Dichter und der Komponist);
"An Episode from the Life of Three Friends" (German: Ein Fragment aus dem Leben dreier Freunde);
"Arthur's Hall" (German: Der Artushof);
"Falun Mines" (German: Die Bergwerke zu Falun);
"The Nutcracker and the Mouse King" (German: Nußknacker und Mausekönig);
"Competition of singers" (German: Der Kampf der Sänger);
"Ghost Story" (German: Eine Spukgeschichte);
"Automatic" (German: Die Automate);
Doge and Dogaresse (German: Doge und Dogaresse);
"Old and New Sacred Music" (German: Alte und neue Kirchenmusik);
Meister Martin der Küfner und seine Gesellen (Meister Martin der Küfner und seine Gesellen)
"Unknown Child" (German: Das fremde Kind);
"Information from the life of a famous person" (German: Nachricht aus dem Leben eines bekannten Mannes);
"The Choice of the Bride" (German: Die Brautwahl);
"Sinister guest" (German: Der unheimliche Gast);
"Mademoiselle de Scudéry" (German: Das Fräulein von Scudéry);
"Player's Happiness" (German: Spielerglück);
"Baron von B." (German Der Baron von B.);
"Signor Formica" (German: Signor Formica);
Zacharias Werner (German: Zacharias Werner);
"Visions" (German: Erscheinungen);
"Interdependence of events" (German: Der Zusammenhang der Dinge);
"Vampirism" (German: Vampirismus);
"Aesthetic Tea Party" (German: Die ästhetische Teegesellschaft);
"The Royal Bride" (German: Die Königsbraut);
The novel "Worldly Views of the Cat Murr" (German: Lebensansichten des Katers Murr) (1819-21);
The novel "Lord of the Fleas" (German Meister Floh) (1822);
Later novels (1819-1822): "Haimatochare" (German: Haimatochare);
"Marquise de la Pivardiere" (German: Die Marquise de la Pivardiere);
"Twins" (German: Die Doppeltgänger);
"Robbers" (German: Die Räuber);
"Mistakes" (German: Die Irrungen);
"Secrets" (German: Die Geheimnisse);
"Fiery Spirit" (German: Der Elementargeist);
"Datura fastuosa" (German: Datura fastuosa);
"Master Johann Wacht" (German: Meister Johannes Wacht);
"Enemy" (German: Der Feind (Fragment));
"Recovery" (German: Die Genesung);
"Corner Window" (German: Des Vetters Eckfenster)

Screen adaptations of Hoffmann's works:

The Nutcracker (cartoon, 1973);
Nut Krakatuk, 1977 - a film by Leonid Kvinikhidze;
The Old Wizard's Mistake (film), 1983;
The Nutcracker and the Mouse King (cartoon), 1999;
The Nutcracker (cartoon, 2004);
"Hoffmaniada";
The Nutcracker and the Rat King (3D movie), 2010

Musical works of Hoffmann:

the singspiel The Merry Musicians (German: Die lustigen Musikanten) (libretto: Clemens Brentano) (1804);
music for the tragedy "The Cross on the Baltic Sea" by Zacharias Werner (German: Bühnenmusik zu Zacharias Werners Trauerspiel Das Kreuz an der Ostsee) (1805);
sonatas for piano: A-dur, f-moll, F-dur, f-moll, cis-moll (1805-1808);
ballet "Harlequin" (German: Arlequin) (1808);
Miserere b-moll (1809);
Grand Trio for Piano, Violin and Cello (German: Grand Trio E-Dur) (1809);
melodrama "Dirna. Indian melodrama in 3 acts (German: Dirna) (libretto: Julius von Soden) (1809);
the opera Aurora (German: Aurora) (libretto: Franz von Holbein) (1812);
opera Undine (libretto: Friedrich de la Motte Fouquet) (1816)

Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann, with a brief biography of which the interested reader can find on the pages of the site, is prominent representative German romanticism. Versatile gifted, Hoffmann is known as a musician, and as an artist, and, of course, as a writer. Hoffmann's works, mostly misunderstood by his contemporaries, after his death inspired such great writers as Balzac, Poe, Kafka, Dostoyevsky, and many others.

Hoffmann's childhood

Hoffmann was born in Königsberg (East Prussia) in 1776 in the family of a lawyer. At baptism, the boy was named Ernst Theodor Wilhelm, but later, in 1805, he changed the name Wilhelm to Amadeus - in honor of his musical idol Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. After the divorce of his parents, three-year-old Ernst was brought up in the house of his maternal grandmother. A great influence on the formation of the boy's worldview, which is clearly manifested in further milestones in the biography and work of Hoffmann, was his uncle. Like Ernst's father, he was a lawyer by profession, a talented and intelligent man, prone to mysticism, however, according to Ernst himself, limited and overly pedantic. Despite the difficult relationship, it was his uncle who helped Hoffmann to reveal his musical and artistic talents, and contributed to his education in these areas of art.

Youth years: studying at the university

Following the example of his uncle and father, Hoffmann decided to practice law, but his commitment to the family business played a cruel joke on him. Having brilliantly graduated from the University of Königsberg, the young man left his native city and served for several years as a judicial official in Glogau, Poznan, Plock, Warsaw. However, like many talented people, Hoffmann constantly felt dissatisfaction with the quiet bourgeois life, trying to escape from the addictive routine and start making a living with music and drawing. From 1807 to 1808, while living in Berlin, Hoffmann earned his living by private music lessons.

E. Hoffmann's first love

While studying at the university, Ernst Hoffmann earned his living by teaching music. His student was Dora (Cora) Hutt - a lovely young woman of 25 years old, the wife of a wine merchant and the mother of five children. Hoffmann sees in her a kindred spirit who understands his desire to escape from the gray monotonous everyday life. After several years of relationship, gossip spread around the city, and after the birth of Dora's sixth child, Ernst's relatives decide to send him from Königsberg to Glogau, where another of his uncles lived. Periodically, he returns to see his beloved. Their last meeting took place in 1797, after which their paths parted forever - Hoffmann, with the approval of his relatives, became engaged to his cousin from Glogau, and Dora Hutt, having divorced her husband, marries again, this time to a school teacher.

The beginning of a creative path: a musical career

During this period, Hoffmann's career as a composer begins. Their musical works Ernst Amadeus Hoffmann, whose biography serves as proof of the statement that " talented person talented in everything,” wrote under the pseudonym of Johann Kreisler. Among his most famous works are many piano sonatas (1805-1808), the operas Aurora (1812) and Ondine (1816), the ballet Harlequin (1808). In 1808, Hoffmann took the post of theater bandmaster in Bamberg, in subsequent years he served as a conductor in the theaters of Dresden and Leipzig, but in 1814 he had to return to public service.

Hoffman also showed himself as musical critic, and he was interested in both contemporaries, in particular, Beethoven, and composers of past centuries. As mentioned above, Hoffmann deeply revered the work of Mozart. He also signed his articles with a pseudonym: "Johann Kreisler, Kapellmeister." In honor of one of his literary heroes.

Hoffmann's marriage

Considering the biography of Ernst Hoffmann, one cannot but pay attention to his family life. In 1800, after passing the third state exam, he was transferred to Poznań to the post of assessor at the Supreme Court. Here the young man meets his future wife, Michaelina Rorer-Tzhchinskaya. In 1802, Hoffmann broke off his engagement with his cousin, Minna Derfer, and, having converted to Catholicism, married Michaelina. The writer later never regretted his decision. This woman, whom he affectionately calls Misha, supported Hoffmann in everything until the end of his life, was his reliable life partner in difficult times, of which there were many in their lives. It can be said that she became his safe haven, which was so necessary for the tormented soul of a talented person.

literary heritage

First literary work Ernst Hoffmann - the short story "Cavalier Gluck" - was published in 1809 in the Leipzig General Musical Gazette. This was followed by short stories and essays, united by the main character and bearing the general name "Kreisleriana", which were later included in the collection "Fantasy in the manner of Callot" (1814-1815).

The period 1814-1822, marked by the writer's return to law, is known as the time of his heyday as a writer. During these years, such works were written as the novel "Elixirs of Satan" (1815), the collection "Night Studies" (1817), the fairy tales "The Nutcracker and the Mouse King" (1816), "Little Tsakhes, after called Zinnober" (1819), "Princess Brambilla" (1820), a collection of short stories "The Serapion Brothers" and the novel "Life Beliefs of the Cat Murr" (1819-1821), the novel "Lord of the Fleas" (1822 ).

Illness and death of the writer

In 1818, the well-being of the great German storyteller Hoffmann, whose biography is replete with ups and downs, begins to deteriorate. Daytime work in court, requiring significant mental stress, followed by evening meetings with like-minded people in the wine cellar and night vigils, during which Hoffmann tried to write down all the thoughts that came to mind during the day, all the fantasies generated by the brain overheated by wine vapors - such a way of life significantly undermined the health of the writer. In the spring of 1818 he developed a disease of the spinal cord.

At the same time, the relations of the writer with the authorities are complicated. In his later works, Ernst Hoffmann ridicules police brutality, spies and informers, whose activities were so encouraged by the Prussian government. Hoffmann even seeks the resignation of the police chief Kampz, which set the entire police department against himself. In addition, Hoffmann defends some Democrats, whom he is obliged to bring to court in line with his duty.

In January 1822, the writer's health deteriorated sharply. The disease reaches a crisis. Hoffmann develops paralysis. A few days later, the police will confiscate the manuscript of his novel "Lord of the Fleas", in which Kampz is the prototype of one of the characters. The writer is accused of divulging judicial secrets. Thanks to the intercession of friends, the trial was postponed for several months, and on March 23, Hoffmann, already bedridden, dictates a speech in defense of himself. The investigation was terminated under the conditions of editing the story in accordance with the requirements of censorship. Lord of the Fleas comes out this spring.

The writer's paralysis progresses rapidly and on June 24 reaches the neck. Died E.T.A. Hoffmann in Berlin on June 25, 1822, leaving nothing to his wife but debts and manuscripts.

The main features of the work of E.T.A Hoffmann

The period of literary creativity of Hoffmann falls on the heyday of German romanticism. In the writer's works, one can trace the main features of the Jena school of romanticism: the realization of the idea of ​​romantic irony, the recognition of the integrity and versatility of art, the embodiment of the image of an ideal artist. E. Hoffmann also shows the conflict between the romantic utopia and the real world, however, unlike the Jena romantics, his hero is gradually absorbed by the material world. The writer sneers at his romantic characters, who seek to find freedom in art.

Musical novels by Hoffmann

All researchers agree that Hoffmann's biography and his literary work are inseparable from music. This theme can be most clearly seen in the novels of the writer "Cavalier Glitch" and "Kreislerian".

The protagonist of Gluck's Cavalier is a virtuoso musician, a contemporary of the author, an admirer of the composer Gluck's work. The hero creates around himself an atmosphere that surrounds "that same" Gluck, in an attempt to get away from the bustle of his contemporary city and the townsfolk, among whom it is fashionable to be considered a "connoisseur of music." Trying to preserve the musical treasures created by the great composer, the unknown Berlin musician seems to become his own embodiment. One of the main themes of the novel is tragic loneliness creative person.

"Kreisleriana" - a series of essays on various topics, united by a common hero, Kapellmeister Johannes Kreisler. Among them there are both satirical and romantic ones, however, the theme of the musician and his place in society slips like a red thread through each. Sometimes these thoughts are expressed by the character, and sometimes - directly by the author. Johann Kreisler is the recognized literary counterpart of Hoffmann, his embodiment in the musical world.

In conclusion, it can be noted that Ernst Theodor Hoffmann, whose biography and summary of some of his works are presented in this article, is a prime example an outstanding person, always ready to go against the current and fight life's hardships for the sake of a higher goal. For him, this goal was art, integral and indivisible.