Once upon a time there was a little girl—a very cute, beautiful little girl. But she had to walk barefoot in the summer because she was poor. In winter, she dragged a pair of heavy wooden shoes, and the instep was worn red, which was very uncomfortable.

In the middle of the village lived an old female shoemaker. She sat down and sewed a pair of small shoes out of old red cloth as best she could. The shoes look rather stupid, but she has a good intention, because they were sewn for this little girl. The little girl's name was Jialun.

On the day of her mother's burial, she got the red shoes. It was the first time she wore it. Indeed, this is not something to be worn at the time of mourning; But she had no other shoes to wear. So she put a pair of little bare feet in and followed behind a rudimentary coffin.

Suddenly, a big old car drove up. There was an elderly lady sitting in the car. When she saw the little girl, she felt pity for her, and she asked the priest (Note: In old Europe, orphans had no home, so they were cared for by the local priest. said:

"Give me this little girl, and I'll treat her well!"

Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales

Jialun thought it was because of her red shoes. However, the old lady said that the red shoes were annoying, so she burned the shoes. But now Jialun is dressed neatly and neatly. She learned to read and do needlework, and others said she was cute. But her mirror says, "You're not only lovely; You are simply beautiful. ”

Once the queen traveled the country; She took her little daughter with her, and this was a princess. The common people flocked to the gate of the palace to see, and Jialun was among them. The little princess, dressed in beautiful white, stood in the window and let everyone come to see her. She neither dragged her back nor wore a golden crown, but she wore a pair of ornate red-tanned leather shoes. Compared to the shoes that the shoemaker made for little Jialun, these shoes are certainly much more beautiful. There's nothing in the world like the red shoes!

Now that Jialun is so big that he can receive the conviction. She will have new clothes to wear; She also wears new shoes. A wealthy shoemaker in the city had measured her little feet—in his own shop, in his own small room. There are many large glass shelves with neat shoes and shiny boots on display. It's all beautiful, but the old lady's eyes can't see clearly, so she doesn't feel interested. Among these many shoes was a pair of red shoes; It was exactly the same as the one the princess was wearing. How beautiful they are! The shoemaker said that the shoes were made for a count's lady, but that they did not fit her feet.

"It must have been made of patent leather," said the old lady, "and that's why it shines like this!"

"Yes, glow!" Jialun said.

The shoes fit her feet perfectly, so she bought them. But the old lady didn't know it was red, because she would never let Jia Lun wear a pair of red shoes to the ceremony. But Galun went.

Everyone was looking at her feet. As she walked to the door of the hymn choir in the church, she felt as if the statues on the tombstones, the priests with stiff collars and black robes, and the portraits of their wives were staring at her red shoes. The pastor rested her hand on her head and spoke about the Holy Baptism, her vow to God, and her responsibilities as a Christian, all but her thoughts were about her shoes. The organ played solemn music, and the pleasant voices of the children sang hymns, and the old captain of hymns sang them, but Galun only thought of her red shoes.

That afternoon, the old lady heard that the shoes were red. So she said, this is too nonsense, too unorthodox. She also said that from now on, when she went to church, she had to wear black shoes, even if they were old.

Holy Communion is to be held the following Sunday. Garun looked at the black shoes, then at the red shoes—at the red shoes again, and finally decided to put them on.

The sun shines beautifully. Galun and the old lady walked on the path of the field. There was some dust on the road.

There was a crippled veteran at the church door, standing on a cane. He had a very strange long beard. The beard was more red than white—because it was red. He bent his waist almost to the ground; He replied to the old lady and asked if he could wipe the dust off her shoes. Galen also stretched out her little feet.

"What beautiful dancing shoes they are!" The veteran said, "It's best for you to wear it while dancing!" So he knocked his hand on the sole of his shoe a few times. The old lady gave the soldier a few silverquills, and then went into the church with Galun.

All the people in the church are looking at the red shoes of Jialun, and all the portraits are looking at them. When Jaren knelt in front of the sacrament table with the golden sacrament cup in her mouth, she thought only of her red shoes—they seemed to float in the sacrament cup in front of her. She forgot to sing hymns; She forgot to say the prayer.

Now everyone is out of the church. The old lady stepped into her car, and Galen lifted her foot and stepped into the car. Then the old soldier standing next to him said, "What beautiful dancing shoes!"

Galen couldn't stand the compliment: she had to take a few steps. As soon as she started, her legs kept jumping. The shoes seemed to be holding her legs. She jumped around the corner of the church – there was no way she could stop. The driver had to run after her, grab her, and carry her into the car. But one of her feet was still jumping, and she kicked the kind-hearted lady violently. At last they took off her shoes; In this way, her legs can be considered to be quiet.

The shoes were kept in a cupboard at home, but Garun couldn't resist checking them out.

Now the old lady was so sick that she lay down; Everyone said she probably wouldn't be fine. She had to be watched over and cared for, but this kind of work should not be done by someone else, but by Jialun. But at this time there was a grand ball in the city, and Jialun was invited. She looked at the old lady who was not good, and then at the red shoes—she thought there was no harm in looking at them. She put them on—and they didn't hurt to wear them. But then she went to the ball, and began to dance.

But when she was about to turn right, the shoe jumped to the left. When she wanted to go up, her shoes jumped down, down the stairs, all the way to the street, out of the city gates. She danced, and had to, dance, all the way into the Black Forest.

There was a light in the woods. She thought it must be the moon because she saw a face. But this is the old man with the red beard. He was sitting, nodding, and at the same time saying:

"What beautiful dancing shoes!"

Then she became scared and wanted to throw away the red shoes. But they buckle tightly. So she tugged at her socks, but the shoes had already grown to her feet. She danced, and had to jump into the fields and meadows, in the rain, in the sun, in the night, and during the day. The scariest thing is jumping at night. She jumped into the cemetery of a church, but the dead there did not dance: they had something better to do than dance. She wanted to sit down on the grave of a poor man overgrown with bitter tansy, but she could not be still, and she could not rest. When she jumped to the open door of the church, she saw an Angel in a white robe. Her wings dragged from her shoulders to her feet, her face was solemn and composed, and she held a bright sword in her hand.

"You've got to dance!" "Dance in your red shoes, until you're white and chilled, until your body shrinks into a skeleton," she said. You're going to jump from door to door. Go and knock on the door where some proud children live, so that they may hear you and be afraid of you. You're going to dance, keep dancing!"

"Please spare me!" Galun cried out.

But she did not hear Angel's answer, for the shoes took her out of the door, into the fields, on the roads and paths. She had to keep dancing. One morning she jumped over a doorway she knew very well. Inside there are the sounds of hymns being sung, and people carry out a coffin, which is decorated with flowers. That's when she learned that the old lady was dead. So she felt that she had been abandoned by everyone and was punished by God's Angel.

She danced, she had to dance - dancing in the dark night. The shoes carried her through the thorny briars; These things stabbed her to the point of bleeding. She jumped on the wasteland until she reached a lonely hut. She knew there was an executioner living here. She tapped her finger on the glass window and said:

"Please come out! Please come out! I can't come in because I'm dancing!" The executioner said:

"You may not know who I am, do you? I'm the one who cut off the heads of the bad guys. I can already feel my axe trembling!"

"Please don't cut off my head," said Garon, "for if you do, then I will not be able to repent of my sins." But please cut off my feet in red shoes!"

So she spoke out of her sins. The executioner cut off her feet in red shoes. But the shoes jumped out into the field with her little feet, all the way into the dark forest.

He provided her with a pair of wooden feet and a cane, and taught her a hymn that was often sung by death row inmates. She kissed the hand holding the axe, and then walked off to the wasteland.

"I've had a lot of trouble with the red shoes," she said, "and now I'm going to go to church so people can see me." ”

So she walked quickly towards the church door, but when she got there, the red shoes danced in front of her, and she was frightened. So she walked back.

She spent a whole week in sorrow, shedding many tears of sorrow. But when Sunday came, she said:

"Alas, I've been suffering and fighting long enough! I don't think I'm any different from the people in the church with their heads held high!"

So she boldly stepped out. But when she had just reached the door of the church, she saw the red shoes dancing before her: and then she was frightened, and immediately went back, while reverently confessing her sins.

She went to the pastor's house and asked to be a servant in his house. She is willing to work diligently and do what she can. She doesn't care about salary; She just wants to have a place to live and be with good people. The pastor's wife took pity on her and left her to work. She is very diligent and thoughtful. In the evening, when the pastor was reading the Bible aloud, she sat quietly and listened. The children of the family love her. But when they talked about the beauty of the clothes and the pomp and circumstance of the queen, she shook her head.

The next Sunday, the whole family went to church. They asked her if she would like to go too. With tears in her eyes, she looked miserably at her crutches. So the family went to listen to God's admonition. She was the only one who went back to her little room alone. It's not too wide, just a bed and a chair. She sat here with a book of hymns in her hand, reading the words with a pious heart. The wind blew the sound of the church organ at her. She lifted her face, which was wet with tears, and said:

"God, please help me!"

At this time, the sun was shining brightly. An Angel dressed in white—the same Angel she had seen at the church door one night—appeared in front of her. But instead of the sharp sword in her hand, she held a green branch full of roses. She touched the ceiling with it, and it rose high. Everywhere she touched, a bright Venus appeared. She touched the wall, and it parted. Then she saw the organ playing music and some old portraits of the priest and his wife. The worshippers sat in very elaborate seats and sang hymns from the hymns. If it wasn't that the church came to the poor girl in the small room of its own accord, it was that she had gone inside the church. She sat in the seat with the pastor's family. When they had finished reading the hymn and looked up, they nodded and said, "By the way, Jalon, you are here too!"

"I've been forgiven!" She said.

The organ plays music. The children's chorus is very nice and cute. The bright sunlight shone warmly through the window to the seat where Galun was sitting. Her heart was filled with so much sunshine, peace, and joy that it burst later. Her soul floated in the sun's rays and flew into heaven. No one asked again* her red shoes.

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