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darning needle

of Hans Christian Andersen

There was once a darning needle: it found herself so thin she imagined to be a sewing needle.
"Now be careful, and keep me well," said the big hand with fingers that would take it. Do not let me down, because if I fell down, I'm sure we will find me ever. I am so fine!
- Let it be said the fingers, and they seized the body.
- Take a look I am coming with a train, "said the big needle, drawing it after a long thread but the thread was no knot. The fingers then the needle toward the cook's slipper: the leather was torn at the top, and it had to be sewn.
"What rough work," said the needle, I could never cross: I break, I break. " And indeed it was broken.
"Do not I told?" She cried, and I'm too thin.
- It is worth nothing now, "said the fingers. Yet they still held. The cook gave him a head of wax, and used it to tie her scarf.
"So now I am pin," said the needle. I knew I would arrive to great honors. When is something we can not fail to become something. "
And she gave a look as proud as the driver of a ceremonial carriage, and she looked all around.
" Dare I ask if you are of Gold? said pin its neighbor. You have a beautiful exterior and a curious head But it is a bit too small; make efforts so that it becomes bigger, so have no need to wax than others. "
Whereupon our proud braced himself and straightened his head so hard that she fell in the sink of a scarf that the stove was being washed.
"I'm going to travel, says the needle as long as I do not lose!"
She was lost indeed.
"I'm too thin for this world," she said as she lay on the sink. But I know what I am, and it's always a little satisfaction. "And it retained its maintenance proud and all its cheerfulness. And many things passed over it while swimming, strands of wood, straw and bits of old newspaper.
"look like all that swims," she said. They know not only what happens to be beneath them: this is me yet! This is a chip that passes and he does not think that the world itself, a bit of wood! ... Look, there's a straw going! As it turns, as she stirs! Does not so carelessly, you might get hit against a stone. And that piece of paper! As he struts! But long ago we forgot what he said. I alone remain patient and calm and I know my worth and I will keep forever. "
One day she felt something next to her, something that had a beautiful glow, and the needle came to a diamond. It was a broken bottle. The needle spoke to him, because he shone and was as a pin.
"You're probably a diamond?
- Something like that."
And then each was convinced that the other was a great price. Their conversation turned principally on the conceited people in the world.
"I lived in a box that belonged to a lady, said the needle. This lady was a cook. In each hand she had five fingers. I've never known anything as pretentious and as proud that these fingers And yet they were only to get me out of the box and get back.
- The fingers then were they noble birth? asked the shard.
- Noble! took the needle, no, but vain. They were five brothers ... and all were born ... fingers! They stood proudly next to one another, although of a different length. The more outside, thumb, short and thick, stayed away, as he had a joint, he could not bend at only one point, but he always said that if a man had Once lost, it would not be good for military service. The second finger jams and also tasted the sour, pointed to the sun and moon, and it was he who pressed the pen when you wanted to write. The third looked over the shoulders of all others. The fourth wore a gold belt, and little Playman did nothing at all: it was also extraordinarily proud. We found nothing in them than the bragging and boasting of yet: as I left. "
At this point, we poured water into the sink. The water flowed over the edges and led. "Now we are moving Finally! "Said the needle.
The shard went his way, but the needle stopped in the creek.
" There! I stopped moving and I'm too thin, but I have a right to be proud! "
fact, she sat there with his great thoughts
" I could almost fancy that I am born of a sunbeam, so I'm fine! It seems that the sunlight coming for me into the water. But I'm so fine that my mother can not find me. If only I had the eye, which was removed, I could cry at least! No, I do not want to cry: it is not worthy of me! "
One day the kids came to dig into the creek. They were looking for old nails, farthings, and other treasures. The work was not appetizing, but what do you want? They found their pleasure, and each takes his own where he finds it.
"Oh! la, la! cried one of them will spice up the needle. What a pig!
- I'm not a fellow, I am a young lady, "said the needle.
But nobody heard him. Meanwhile, the wax had separated, and the needle was quite black in the head, but the black makes a person look slender, so she thought herself thinner than ever.
"This is a shell egg that happens," said the kids, and they stuck the needle in the hull.
"That's all right," she said, now I have to make an impression, because I am black and the walls around me are all white. It sees me, at least I hope I n heaving not seasick, I shall break. "
She did not get seasick and was not broken.
"What luck to have a stomach of steel when you travel by sea! That's where I'm better than a man. Who can boast of having a belly like that? More one is fine, unless one is exposed. "
" Crac! " made the hull.
is a waggon passing over it.
"Heavens What I feel oppressed," said the needle, I think I get seasick: I'm all broken. "
It was not, though the car had passed on it. She lay as before, extended at full length in Creek. It stays there!

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