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There were once on light twenty five tin tell-tales, all brothers because were born from an old tin spoon. A gun on a shoulder, look directly before itself, and a uniform what magnificent - red with dark blue! They laid in a box and when a cover have removed, the first, that they have heard, was:

- Oh, tin tell-tales!

It the little boy has cried and has clapped the hands. Them have presented to it on birthday, and it has now placed them on a table.

All tell-tales have appeared absolutely identical, and only one and only were a little bit not such, as all: it had only one foot because cast its last, and tin has not sufficed. But also on one foot it stood as firmly as the others on two, and here with it and the remarkable history will happen.

On a table where tell-tales have come to be, there were many other toys, but the beautiful palace from a cardboard was the most perceptible. Through small windows it was possible to glance directly in halls. Before a palace, round a small pocket mirror which represented lake, there were trees, and on lake wax swans floated and were looked in it.

All it was where as lovely, but the girl standing in doors of the lock was loveliest. It too has been cut out from a paper, but the short skirt on it was from the most thin lawn; through a shoulder it had a very narrow blue ribbon as if a scarf, and on a breast the spangle of not less head of the girl sparkled. The girl stood on one foot, having extended before herself of a hand, - it was the dancer, - and another has thrown up so highly, that the tin tell-tale and did not see it that is why has decided, that it too one-legged, as well as it.

"Here to me such wife! - he has thought. - only she to see, from notable, lives in a palace, and at me only and is, that a box, and that us in it of the whole twenty five soldiers, not a place to it there! But to get acquainted it is possible!"

And it has hidden behind a snuffbox which stood there and then on a table. From here he perfectly saw the charming dancer.

In the evening of all other tin tell-tales, except it one, have installed in a box, and people in the house have laid down to sleep. And toys steels to play - and on a visit, both in war, and in ball. Tin tell-tales were stirred in a box - after all they too would like to play, - yes could not lift a cover. The nutcracker somersaulted, the slate pencil danced on a board. Such noise and din was made, that the canary has woken up yes as will whistle, and is not simple, and verses! Did not get under way from a place only the tin tell-tale yes the dancer. It still stood on one sock, having stretched hands forward, and it gallantly stood on the unique foot and did not reduce from it eyes.

Here has punched twelve, and - щелк! - the snuffbox cover has jumped aside, only in it there was not a tobacco, no, and the small black troll. The Snuffbox was with focus.

- The tin tell-tale, - has told the troll, - do not look where it is not necessary!

But the tin tell-tale has pretended, as if does not hear.

- Well погоди, here there will come morning! - the troll has told.

Also there has come morning; there were children, and the tin tell-tale was put on a window sill. Suddenly, whether on favour of the troll, or from a draught, the window as will swing open, and the tell-tale as will depart headfirst from the third floor! It was awful flight. The tell-tale взбросил luxury in air, was thrust by a helmet and a bayonet between roadway stones, yes and has got stuck headfirst.

The boy and the servant have now run out to search for it, but could not see in any way though nearly did not attack it feet. Shout it it: "I here!" - they, probably, also would find it, yes only has not stuck to the soldier to shout in all throat - after all on it there was a uniform.

The beginnings накрапывать a rain, drops fell even more often, and the present downpour at last has rushed. When it has come to an end, two street urchins have come.

- Look! - one has told. - the tin tell-tale! Give we will send it in a swimming!

And they have made a ship of a newsprint, have planted in it the tin tell-tale, and it has floated on a drain ditch. Boys ran nearby and slapped hands together. The fathers, what waves went on a ditch, what prompt there was a current! Still, after such downpour!

The ship was thrown by those upwards downwards and twirled so, that the tin tell-tale all shivered, but it kept with firmness - a gun on a shoulder, a head directly, a breast forward.

Suddenly the ship has dived under long planked footway through a ditch. Became so darkly as if the tell-tale has again got to a box.

"Where me bears? - He thought. - yes, yes, all is tricks of the troll! Ah, if with me in a boat that young lady then be though twice more darkly, and that of anything sat!"

Here there was the big water rat living under planked footway.

- The passport is? - She has asked. - show the passport!

But the tin tell-tale as in a mouth has typed waters and only compressed a gun even more strong. The ship was born by all forward and forward, and the rat floated behind it after. At! As it gnashed a teeth as shouted floating towards to chips and culms:

- Hold it! Hold! It has not paid the duty! It беспаспортный!

But the current all became stronger and stronger, and the tin tell-tale already saw ahead light as such noise was suddenly distributed that any man of courage would be frightened. Imagine, at the end of the bridge the drain ditch ran into the big channel. For the tell-tale it was as dangerously as for us to rush in a boat to the big falls.

Here the channel already it is absolutely close, to stop it is impossible. A ship has taken out from under мостка, the poor creature kept, as soon as could, and even an eye has not blinked. A ship has developed three, four times, has filled in with water to edges, and it began to sink.

The tell-tale has appeared on a neck in water, and the ship plunged all more deeply and more deeply, a paper размокала. Here water has covered the tell-tale with a head, and here he has thought of the charming small dancer - not to see to it it more. In ears at it has begun to sound:

Forward aspire, воитель,

You will be overtaken by death!

Here the paper has definitively crept away, and the tell-tale has gone to a bottom, but its same minute the big fish has swallowed.

Ah, as it was dark inside, even worse, than under мостком through a drain ditch, moreover and it is close in addition! But the tin tell-tale has not lost courage and laid having stretched in all growth, not letting go guns...

Fish came circles, began to manufacture the most strange jumps. Suddenly it has stood, in it precisely the lightning has struck. Light has flashed, and someone has shouted: "the Tin tell-tale!" It appears, fish have caught, have brought on the market, have sold, have brought on kitchen, and the cook has unstitched to it a belly the big knife. Then the cook took the tell-tale two fingers for a waist and has brought in a room. All would like to look at such remarkable little man - still, it has done travel to a belly of fish! But the tin tell-tale at all has not grown proud. It have put on a table, and - what only miracles do not happen on light! - it has appeared in the same room, увидал same children, on a table there were same toys and a wonderful palace with the charming small dancer. It still stood on one foot, highly having thrown up another, - it too was proof. The tell-tale has been touched and has not begun to cry nearly tin tears, but it would be непригоже. He looked at it, it on it, but they have not told each other words.

Suddenly one of kids has seized the tin tell-tale and has thrown in an oven though the tell-tale was guilty nothing. It was, of course, arranged by the troll that sat in a snuffbox.

The tin tell-tale stood in a flame, it was captured by awful heat, but whether there was that fire or love - he did not know. The paint has absolutely descended from it, nobody could tell, paternal - from travel or from a grief. He looked at the small dancer, it on it, and he felt, that thaws, but still kept with firmness, not letting go guns. Suddenly the door in a room has swung open, the dancer has picked up a wind, and it as a sylph, порхнула it is direct in an oven to the tin tell-tale, has flashed at once - and there is no it. And the tin tell-tale has melted in a lump, and next morning the parlourmaid, removing ashes, has found instead of the tell-tale a tin heart. And from the dancer there was one only a spangle, and there was it burnt and black, as if coal.