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Once upon a time there was a dandy; all he had for his soul was a shoe rack, a comb, and even a most wonderful smart collar. Here we are talking about the collar.
Collar had already lived quite a long time in the world and began to think about marriage. He once happened to get into the wash along with a stocking garter.
— Ah! the collar said. — What grace, what tenderness and prettiness! Never seen anything like it! May I know your name?
— Oh, no, no! the garter answered.
“Where, exactly, would you like to stay?”
But the garter was very shy, the question seemed immodest to her, and she was silent.
"You're probably a garter?" the collar continued. “Like a belt, a hidden belt, so to speak?” Yes, yes, I see, dear young lady, that you serve both for beauty and for good.
"Please don't start talking to me!" the garter said. "I don't think I gave you any reason!"
Your beauty is reason enough! the collar said.
“Ah, do me a favor, stay away!” the garter screamed. You look like a real man!
- How, I'm a dandy! the collar said. — I have a shoe rack and a comb!
And completely untrue. These things did not belong to him, but to his master; the collar just showed off.
- Away, away! the garter said. "I'm not used to being treated like this!"
- Impatiens! the collar said.
Then they took it from the trough, starched it, dried it in the sun and put it on an ironing board.
There was a hot iron.
— Madame! said the collar to the ironing plate. - Pretty widow! I'm on fire! A transformation is happening to me! I'm burning! You are burning through me! Wow!.. Your hand and heart!
- Oh, you're a jerk! - said the ironing tile and proudly rode down the collar. She imagined herself to be a locomotive that pulled cars along the rails. - Roar! she repeated.
The collar was a little frayed at the edges, and scissors came to trim them.
- O! the collar exclaimed. - You must be the first dancer? You stretch your legs so wonderfully! Never seen anything like it! Who among the people can compare with you? You are incomparable!
— We know! scissors said.
You deserve to be a countess! the collar continued. - I own only a dandy master, a shoe stand and a comb ... Ah, if I had a county ...
- Is he getting married? cried the scissors, and, getting angry, cut the collar with such force that they completely crippled it.
So he retired.
- It remains to woo the comb! the collar said. - It's amazing how your teeth have been preserved, young lady! .. Have you ever thought about marriage?
— How! said the comb. I'm already a bride! I'm going out for the shoe rack!
- Bride! the collar exclaimed.
Now he had no one to woo, and he began to despise any kind of matchmaking.
Time passed, and the collar finally ended up with other rags at the paper mill. There was a real rag kingdom here; fine rags were held, as befits, away from coarse ones. Each had something to tell, the collar, of course, most of all: he was a terrible braggart. 
- I had an abyss of brides! he chattered. So they ran after me. Still would! Starched, I looked like such a dandy! I even had my own shoe rack and comb, although I never used them. You should have looked at me when I used to lie on my side! I will never forget my first bride - garters! She was so thin, tender, soft! She threw herself into the tub because of me! There was also a widow; she just reached a white heat! .. But I left her, and she turned black with grief! There was also the first dancer; it was she who hurt me, see? It was bad! My own comb also loved me so much that she lost all her teeth from longing! In general, I had quite a few different adventures! .. But most of all I feel sorry for the bandage, that is, the garter, which rushed into the tub because of me. Yes, I have a lot of things on my conscience!.. It's time, it's time for me to become white paper!
His wish came true: all the rags became white paper, and the collar - just this very sheet on which his story is printed - so he was punished for his boasting. And we, too, do not interfere with being more careful: who knows? Perhaps we, too, will eventually have to fall into rags and become white paper on which our own history will be printed, and now you will go spreading all the ins and outs about yourself all over the wide world!
Illustrations: Pedersen
The tale tells about a dandy collar who decided to marry. He wooed both a stocking garter and an ironing plate, scissors and a comb. But everyone refused him and beat him up. In the end, the collar ended up in a paper mill with other rags, where he boasted even more about his brides. They made a piece of paper out of it, on which they wrote down this story. So he was punished for his boasting...
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Once upon a time there was a dandy; all he had for his soul was a shoe rack, a comb, and even a most wonderful smart collar. Here we are talking about the collar.
Collar had already lived quite a long time in the world and began to think about marriage. He once happened to get into the wash along with a stocking garter.
— Ah! the collar said. — What grace, what tenderness and prettiness! Never seen anything like it! May I know your name?
— Oh, no, no! the garter answered.
“Where, exactly, would you like to stay?”
But the garter was very shy, the question seemed immodest to her, and she was silent.
- You are probably a tie? the collar continued. “Like the ribbon that cinches the dress at the waist?” Yes, yes, I see, dear young lady, that you serve both for beauty and for good.
"Please don't start talking to me!" the garter said. “I don’t think I gave you any reason!”
Your beauty is reason enough! the collar said.
- How, I'm a dandy! the collar said. — I have a shoe stand and a comb!
And completely untrue. These things did not belong to him, but to his master; the collar just showed off.
- Impatiens! the collar said.
Then they took it from the trough, washed it, starched it, dried it in the sun and put it on an ironing board.
There was a hot iron.
— Madame! said the collar to the ironing plate. - Pretty widow! I'm on fire! A transformation is happening to me! I'm burning! You are burning through me! Wow!.. Your hand and heart!
- Oh, you're a jerk! - said the ironing tile and proudly rode down the collar. She imagined herself to be a locomotive that pulled cars along the rails. - Roar! she repeated.
The collar was a little frayed at the edges, and scissors came to trim them.
- O! cried the collar. - You must be the first dancer? You stretch your legs so wonderfully! Never seen anything like it! Who among the people can compare with you? You are incomparable!
— We know! scissors said.
You deserve to be a countess! the collar continued. - I own only a dandy gentleman, a shoe stand and a comb ... Ah, if I had a county ...
- Is he getting married? cried the scissors, and, getting angry, cut the collar with such force that they completely crippled it.
I had to leave him.
- It remains to woo the comb! the collar said. - It's amazing how your teeth have been preserved, young lady! .. Have you ever thought about marriage?
— How! said the comb. I'm already a bride! I'm going out for the shoe rack!
- Bride! the collar exclaimed. Now he had no one to woo, and he began to despise any kind of matchmaking.
Time passed, and the collar finally ended up with other rags at the paper mill. A large rag society has gathered here; fine rags were held, as befits, away from coarse ones. Each one had something to tell about, the collar, of course, most of all: he was a terrible braggart.
- I had an abyss of brides! he chattered. So they ran after me. Still would! Starched, I looked like such a dandy! I even had my own shoe rack and comb, although I never used them. You should have looked at me when I used to lie on my side! I will never forget my first bride - strings! She was so thin, tender, soft! She threw herself into the tub because of me! There was also a widow; she just reached a white heat! .. But I left her, and she turned black with grief! There was also the first dancer; it was she who hurt me, see? It was bad! My own comb also loved me so much that she lost all her teeth from longing! In general, I had quite a few different adventures! .. But most of all I feel sorry for the garter, that is, the tie, which rushed into the tub because of me. Yes, I have a lot of things on my conscience!.. It's time, it's time for me to become white paper!
His wish came true: all the rags became white paper, and the collar - just this very sheet on which his story is printed - so he was punished for his boasting. And we, too, do not interfere with being more careful: who knows? Maybe we will eventually have to fall into rags and become white paper on which our own history will be printed, and now you will go to spread all the ins and outs about yourself all over the wide world!
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Hans Christian Andersen
Collar
Once upon a time there was a dandy; all he had in his soul was a shoe rack, a comb, and even a most wonderful smart collar. Here we are talking about the collar.
Collar had already lived quite a long time in the world and began to think about marriage. He once happened to get into the wash along with a stocking garter.
Oh! said the collar. - What grace, what tenderness and prettiness! Never seen anything like it! May I know your name?
Ah, no, no! - answered the garter.
And where do you actually want to be? But the garter was very shy, the question seemed immodest to her, and she was silent.
Are you probably tied up? - continued the collar. - Like a ribbon that pulls the dress at the waist? Yes, yes, I see, dear young lady, that you serve both for beauty and for good.
Please don't start talking to me! the garter said. “I don’t think I gave you any reason!”
Your beauty is reason enough! said the collar.
How, I'm a dandy! said the collar. - I have a shoe stand and a comb!
And completely untrue. These things did not belong to him, but to his master; the collar just showed off.
Impatiens! said the collar.
Then they took it from the trough, washed it, starched it, dried it in the sun and put it on an ironing board.
There was a hot iron.
Madam! said the collar to the ironing plate. - Pretty widow! I'm on fire! A transformation is happening to me! I'm burning! You are burning through me! Wow!.. Your hand and heart!
Oh you rip! - said the ironing tile and proudly rode down the collar. She imagined herself to be a locomotive that pulled cars along the rails. Dud! she repeated.
The collar was a little frayed at the edges, and scissors came to trim them.
O! cried the collar. - You must be the first dancer? You stretch your legs so wonderfully! Never seen anything like it! Who among the people can compare with you? You are incomparable!
We know! said the scissors.
You deserve to be a countess! - continued the collar. - I own only a dandy gentleman, a shoe stand and a comb ... Ah, if I had a county ...
Is he getting married?! - cried the scissors and, angry, cut the collar with such force that they completely crippled it.
I had to leave him.
It remains to woo the comb! said the collar. - It's amazing how your teeth have survived, young lady! .. Have you ever thought about marriage?
How! said the comb. - I'm already a bride! I'm going out for the shoe rack!
Bride! - exclaimed the collar. Now he had no one to woo, and he began to despise any kind of matchmaking.
Time passed, and the collar finally ended up with other rags at the paper mill. A large rag society has gathered here; fine rags were held, as befits, away from coarse ones. Each had something to tell, the collar, of course, most of all: he was a terrible braggart.
I had an abyss of brides! he chattered. So they ran after me. Still would! Starched, I looked like such a dandy! I even had my own shoe rack and comb, although I never used them. You should have looked at me when I used to lie on my side! I will never forget my first bride - strings! She was so thin, tender, soft! She threw herself into the tub because of me! There was also a widow; she just reached a white heat! .. But I left her, and she turned black with grief! There was also the first dancer; she hurt me, you see? It was bad! My own comb also loved me so much that she lost all her teeth from longing! In general, I had quite a few different adventures! .. But most of all I feel sorry for the garter, that is, the tie, which rushed into the tub because of me. Yes, I have a lot of things on my conscience!.. It's time, it's time for me to become white paper!
His wish came true: all the rags became white paper, and the collar - just this very sheet on which his story is printed - so he was punished for his boasting. And we, too, do not interfere with being more careful: who knows? Perhaps we, too, will eventually have to fall into rags and become white paper on which our own history will be printed, and now you will go spreading all the ins and outs about yourself all over the wide world!
Hans Christian Andersen
Collar
Once upon a time there was a dandy; all he had in his soul was a shoe rack, a comb, and even a most wonderful smart collar. Here we are talking about the collar.
Collar had already lived quite a long time in the world and began to think about marriage. He once happened to get into the wash along with a stocking garter.
Oh! said the collar. - What grace, what tenderness and prettiness! Never seen anything like it! May I know your name?
Ah, no, no! - answered the garter.
And where do you actually want to be? But the garter was very shy, the question seemed immodest to her, and she was silent.
Are you probably tied up? - continued the collar. - Like a ribbon that pulls the dress at the waist? Yes, yes, I see, dear young lady, that you serve both for beauty and for good.
Please don't start talking to me! the garter said. “I don’t think I gave you any reason!”
Your beauty is reason enough! said the collar.
How, I'm a dandy! said the collar. - I have a shoe stand and a comb!
And completely untrue. These things did not belong to him, but to his master; the collar just showed off.
Impatiens! said the collar.
Then they took it from the trough, washed it, starched it, dried it in the sun and put it on an ironing board.
There was a hot iron.
Madam! said the collar to the ironing plate. - Pretty widow! I'm on fire! A transformation is happening to me! I'm burning! You are burning through me! Wow!.. Your hand and heart!
Oh you rip! - said the ironing tile and proudly rode down the collar. She imagined herself to be a locomotive that pulled cars along the rails. Dud! she repeated.
The collar was a little frayed at the edges, and scissors came to trim them.
O! cried the collar. - You must be the first dancer? You stretch your legs so wonderfully! Never seen anything like it! Who among the people can compare with you? You are incomparable!
We know! said the scissors.
You deserve to be a countess! - continued the collar. - I own only a dandy gentleman, a shoe stand and a comb ... Ah, if I had a county ...
Is he getting married?! - cried the scissors and, angry, cut the collar with such force that they completely crippled it.
I had to leave him.
It remains to woo the comb! said the collar. - It's amazing how your teeth have survived, young lady! .. Have you ever thought about marriage?
How! said the comb. - I'm already a bride! I'm going out for the shoe rack!
Bride! - exclaimed the collar. Now he had no one to woo, and he began to despise any kind of matchmaking.
Time passed, and the collar finally ended up with other rags at the paper mill. A large rag society has gathered here; fine rags were held, as befits, away from coarse ones. Each had something to tell, the collar, of course, most of all: he was a terrible braggart.
I had an abyss of brides! he chattered. So they ran after me. Still would! Starched, I looked like such a dandy! I even had my own shoe rack and comb, although I never used them. You should have looked at me when I used to lie on my side! I will never forget my first bride - strings! She was so thin, tender, soft! She threw herself into the tub because of me! There was also a widow; she just reached a white heat! .. But I left her, and she turned black with grief! There was also the first dancer; she hurt me, you see? It was bad! My own comb also loved me so much that she lost all her teeth from longing! In general, I had quite a few different adventures! .. But most of all I feel sorry for the garter, that is, the tie, which rushed into the tub because of me. Yes, I have a lot of things on my conscience!.. It's time, it's time for me to become white paper!
His wish came true: all the rags became white paper, and the collar - just this very sheet on which his story is printed - so he was punished for his boasting. And we, too, do not interfere with being more careful: who knows? Perhaps we, too, will eventually have to fall into rags and become white paper on which our own history will be printed, and now you will go spreading all the ins and outs about yourself all over the wide world!
listen to a fairy tale Collar online:
Once upon a time there was a dandy; all he had for his soul was a shoe rack, a comb, and even a most wonderful smart collar. Here we are talking about the collar.
Collar had already lived quite a long time in the world and began to think about marriage. He once happened to get into the wash along with a stocking garter.
Oh! said the collar. - What grace, what tenderness and prettiness! Never seen anything like it! May I know your name?
Ah, no, no! - answered the garter.
And where do you actually want to be?
But the garter was very shy, the question seemed immodest to her, and she was silent.
Are you probably tied up? - continued the collar. - Like a ribbon that pulls the dress at the waist? Yes, yes, I see, dear young lady, that you serve both for beauty and for good.
Please don't start talking to me! the garter said. “I don’t think I gave you any reason!”
Your beauty is reason enough! said the collar.
How, I'm a dandy! said the collar. - I have a shoe stand and a comb!
And completely untrue. These things did not belong to him, but to his master; the collar just showed off.
Impatiens! said the collar.
Then they took it from the trough, washed it, starched it, dried it in the sun and put it on an ironing board.
There was a hot iron.
Madam! said the collar to the ironing plate. - Pretty widow! I'm on fire! A transformation is happening to me! I'm burning! You are burning through me! Wow!.. Your hand and heart!
Oh you rip! - said the ironing tile and proudly rode down the collar. She imagined herself to be a locomotive that pulled cars along the rails. - Roar! she repeated.
The collar was a little frayed at the edges, and scissors came to trim them.
O! cried the collar. - You must be the first dancer? You stretch your legs so wonderfully! Never seen anything like it! Who among the people can compare with you? You are incomparable!
We know! said the scissors.
You deserve to be a countess! - continued the collar. - I own only a dandy gentleman, a shoe stand and a comb ... Ah, if I had a county ...
Is he getting married?! - cried the scissors and, angry, cut the collar with such force that they completely crippled it.
I had to leave him.
It remains to woo the comb! said the collar. - It's amazing how your teeth have survived, young lady! .. Have you ever thought about marriage?
How! - said the comb. - I'm already a bride! I'm going out for the shoe rack!
Bride! - exclaimed the collar. Now he had no one to woo, and he began to despise any kind of matchmaking.
Time passed, and the collar finally ended up with other rags at the paper mill. A large rag society has gathered here; fine rags were held, as befits, away from coarse ones. Each one had something to tell about, the collar, of course, most of all: he was a terrible braggart.
I had an abyss of brides! he chattered. So they ran after me. Still would! Starched, I looked like such a dandy! I even had my own shoe rack and comb, although I never used them. You should have looked at me when I used to lie on my side! I will never forget my first bride - strings! She was so thin, tender, soft! She threw herself into the tub because of me! There was also a widow; she just reached a white heat! .. But I left her, and she turned black with grief! There was also the first dancer; she hurt me, you see? It was bad! My own comb also loved me so much that she lost all her teeth from longing! In general, I had quite a few different adventures! .. But most of all I feel sorry for the garter, that is, the tie, which rushed into the tub because of me. Yes, I have a lot of things on my conscience!.. It's time, it's time for me to become white paper!
His wish came true: all the rags became white paper, and the collar - just this very sheet on which his story is printed - so he was punished for his boasting. And we, too, do not interfere with being more careful: who knows? Maybe we will eventually have to fall into rags and become white paper on which our own history will be printed, and now you will go to spread all the ins and outs about yourself all over the wide world!
