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Heidi, or Magic Valley

Johanna Spyri. Heidi

Illustration by Victoria Timofeeva

© Vilmont E., translation into Russian, 2015

© Edition in Russian, design. LLC "Publishing house" E ", 2015

Chapter 1. To Mountain Uncle

From the picturesquely located old town of Mayenfeld, the trail runs through a green wooded plain to the foothills of the mountains that look down to the valley with stern and majestic views. Then the trail climbs steeply, and soon the aromas of moorland and mountain grasses will blow on you, for the trail leads to the Alps.

A tall, strong girl walked along a narrow mountain path on a sunny June morning and held the hand of a child, a girl whose cheeks were so hot that a blush appeared even through the dark-tanned skin. And it is not surprising, since the girl, despite the hot summer sun, was so warmly wrapped up, as if she had to walk in the cold. The girl was at most five years old, but there was no way to see her behind all the clothes. They put two or even three dresses on her, one on top of the other, and on top they also tied a large scarf. She was shod in heavy mountain boots with nails. The girl was tormented by the heat and could hardly walk up the hill. After an hour's journey, they reached a small village that lies half way and is simply called "Derevenka". Then our travelers began to beckoned to almost every house, they shouted and waved at them from windows and doors, because this was the girl's native village. But she did not turn anywhere; she answered all the greetings and questions as she walked, without stopping even for a minute, until she reached the last of the houses scattered on the edge of the village. Here she was also called:

- Wait a minute, Deta! If you go upstairs, I'm with you!

The girl stopped. The baby immediately let go of her hand and sat down directly on the ground.

- Are you tired, Heidi? The girl asked.

- No, I'm just hot, - answered the girl.

- Yes, we already have a little left to go, be patient and try to walk wider, then in an hour we will be in place, - the girl encouraged her.

A stout, good-natured-looking woman emerged from the door of the house. The girl had to get up. Two good acquaintances walked ahead, engaging in a lively conversation about the village news.

- Where are you taking the child, Deta? The woman asked a little later. - This, in an hour, is not your late sister's daughter?

- She's the one, - answered Deta. - I'm going with her to the Mountain Uncle. I want to leave her there.

- What? Leave the child with the Mountain Uncle? Are you out of your mind, Deta? How can you? The old man will never accept her, he will immediately send you back!

- But how will he send us when he is her very own grandfather? He must take care of her. So far, I kept the girl with me, but now I don’t want to lose the good job that was promised to me because of her. So, Barbel, let her grandfather be courting now.

- Yes, be it someone else, then, of course, - fat Barbel nodded, - but you know him. What will he do with a child, and even with such a small one? Nothing will come of it. Where are you going?

“To Frankfurt,” Deta said, “they promised me a really good place. Last summer, these gentlemen were here on the waters, and I cleaned up with them. They already wanted to take me with them, but I refused. And now they are here again and insist that I go with them, and I really want that, you yourself understand!

- Oh, God forbid to be in the place of this little girl! - Barbel exclaimed and even waved her hands in horror. - Only God knows how she will be with this old man! He doesn't want to have anything to do with anyone, no matter how many years he hasn't gone to church, and when once a year he goes downstairs with his thick stick, everyone shies away from him, he is such fearsome! Those shaggy eyebrows and beards of his are terrible, well, a pure Indian or a pagan! It just takes horror how you meet him one on one!

- Well, so what! - Deta answered stubbornly. - He is her grandfather and must take care of her granddaughter. And he will not do anything to her, because if anything, then the demand will be from him, and not from me.

“Oh, I would like to know,” Barbel asked curiously, “what does the old man have on his conscience if he has such eyes and he lives alone on the mountain, so that people hardly see him? People talk about him, and you probably heard something about him from your sister, didn't you, Deta?

“I’ve heard it, but I’ll not say anything, otherwise if he finds out, I’ll be in trouble.”

But Barbel has long wanted to find out what is wrong with this Mountain Uncle, why he is so unsociable, why he lives alone in the mountains and why people always talk about him somehow casually, as if they are afraid to say even a word against him, but also for him. nobody wants to put in a word. In addition, Barbel did not know why everyone called him Mountain Uncle, because he is not an uncle to everyone and everyone? But since everyone called him that, so did Barbel. She settled in the Village not very long ago, only when she got married, and before she lived in Prettigau, so she did not know all the secrets and peculiarities of the inhabitants of the Village and its environs. Deta, her good friend, on the contrary, was born in the Village and lived there all her life with her mother. When her mother died, Deta moved to the resort town of Bad Ragatz, where she was lucky enough to find Good work... She worked as a maid in a large hotel and earned a decent salary. So today she came from Ragatz. To Mayenfeld, he and the girl rode on a hay wagon; one of her acquaintances gave them a lift. And Barbel, not wanting to miss the happy opportunity to find out at least something, took Deta by the arm and said:

- I'm terrified how wondering what is true and what is nonsense. You probably know this story. Well, tell me, was the old man always so scary and hated everyone fiercely?

- Whether he always was like that, I do not know, you yourself understand, I am now twenty-six, and he, hey, is all seventy. So I did not find him young. Eh, Barbel, I should know that everything I tell you will not go for a walk but to the whole of Prättigau, I would tell you about him! My mother also comes from Domleshg, where he comes from.

- Oh, Deta, what are you talking about! - Barbel was offended. “I’m not going to chat at all in Prättigau, and in general, I can keep secrets if necessary. Shame on you! Come on tell me!

- Okay, so be it, I'll tell you, just look, keep your mouth shut! Deta warned her. And she looked back to see if she was too close behind them girl is coming... She shouldn't hear what she's about to tell. But the girl was not at all visible - she was far behind, and they did not even notice this in the heat of the conversation. Deta stopped and began to look around. And although the road twisted every now and then, from here one could see almost all of it, all the way to the Village itself. But there was no one on the road.

- I see! I'm lowering it! Barbel exclaimed. - Over there, look! - She was pointing down somewhere. - Look, she's climbing the mountain with Goat Peter and his goats! Why is he so late today! But this is good, he knows how to look after the children, so you can calmly tell me everything.

“It won't be difficult for Peter to watch her,” Deta remarked, “for her five years, she’s very smart. He will open his eyes and look at everything, where something is happening. Nothing, let him get used to the goats, the old man has nothing but two goats.

- Did he have more before? Barbel asked curiously.

- At him? Yes, he didn’t have anything before, ”Deta said with fervor. - He had one of the best courtyards in Domleshga. He was the eldest son and had a younger brother. He was a quiet, decent guy. And the elder did not want to do anything, only pretended to be the master, traveled everywhere, got confused with all sorts of dark people whom no one knew. He wasted all his household and lost, but as it turned out, his father and mother died of grief. The brother, whom he also utterly ruined, has gone wherever they look, and no one has seen him since. And the uncle himself, who had nothing but bad glory left, also disappeared somewhere. At first no one knew where he was, then they heard that he moved to Naples, on military service, and then again for twelve years, or even fifteen about him there was not a word or a breath. And suddenly, one fine day, he appeared in Domleshga with his teenage son and wanted to get a job with relatives. But before him all the doors were closed, no one wanted to know him. This upset him very much, and he no longer showed his nose in Domleshg, but came to Derevenka and settled here with his little boy. His wife, whom he met down there, and soon lost, was from Graubünden. He still had some money, and he gave his boyfriend - his name was Tobias - to learn the craft. He learned to be a carpenter and became a very decent person, whom everyone in the Village loved. But no one trusted the old man, they said that he had deserted from Naples, otherwise he would have had a bad time, they said he killed someone there - not in a war, you know yourself, but in a fight. We, you can't go anywhere, recognized this relationship, because my mother's grandmother and his grandmother were sisters. So we began to call him uncle, and since we are related to almost the whole village by our father, everyone began to call him uncle. And as he went to live in the mountains, so he began to be called the Mountain Uncle.

As the author, Swiss writer Johanna Spiri pointed out on the title page in 1880, the story was written

Two sequels, "Heidi Grows" and "Heidi's Children" were not written by Spiri - they were written by the English translator Charles Tritten, after the death of the writer.

The tale of Heidi is one of the most famous works Swiss literature.

Plot

Adelheid(the last letter is pronounced as "t"), she is "Heidi", an orphan girl who is looked after in Mayenfeld, Switzerland by her aunt Dete. Auntie gets a job in Frankfurt and takes 8-year-old Heidi to her grandfather. He is at odds with the inhabitants of his native village, and therefore lives as a bean in a distant pasture - he was nicknamed "Alp-Oy" ("Alpine grandfather" in the Graubünden dialect).

At first, the grandfather is unhappy with the arrival Heidi, but over time, the girl manages to overcome his external alienation and heal in perfect harmony: with him and his best friend, - a shepherd of goats or as his grandfather Heidi called him "the lord of goats Peter

Dete in three years returns and transports Heidi to Frankfurt to an 11-year-old disabled girl named Clara Seseman... Whole year Heidi lives with Klara, repeatedly clashing with the strict housekeeper of the Seseman family Frau Rottenmeyer, - the girl is very sad. Her consolation is teaching to read, motivated by desire come back home and read blind to Peter's grandmother... The child's failing health and several cases of sleepwalking (she inherited a tendency to epilepsy from her mother) convince Dr. Clara send Heidi back to grandpa.

The return of the granddaughter prompts the grandfather to go down to the village - the end of his solitude comes.

Heidi and Clara write letters to each other. Doctor visiting Heidi and grandfather, recommends Clara take a trip and visit a friend. Meanwhile, Heidi teaches Peter read.

Clara comes next year and spends with Heidi wonderful summer. Goat milk and fresh mountain air makes her feel better, but Peter out of jealousy, he throws her empty wheelchair off the mountain. But Heidi tries to catch up with the carriage and falls behind her into the cliff. Luckily her grandfather and Peter saved her. Clara from fear for his girlfriend gets up. And everyone, seeing this, begins to teach her to walk without a wheelchair, and she succeeds. Granny and father overjoyed when they see Clara walking.

Clara's wealthy family promises to give Heidi shelter and provide it, in case, for any reason granddad will not be able to do this.

Gallery

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Heidi at grandfathers

Screen adaptations

• - Heidi (English)Russian / Heidi- movie "NBC", dir. Delbert Mann, composer John Williams; starring Jennifer Edwards (English)Russian (Heidi), Michael Redgrave ( Granddad), Miriam Spoerri (room Miriam Spoerri, Aunt Dete), John Mulder-Brown ( Peter), Zuleika Robson (eng. Zuleika robson, Clara), Maximilian Schell ( Herr Seseman), Gene Simmons ( Frau Rottenmeyer)…
• - Heidi - girl of the Alps (anime)
• - Heidi (USA)
• - Alpine tale (eng. Heidi)
• - Mountain of Courage (continuation of the film adaptation of "Heidi")
• - Heidi (2015, Spielfilm), CH / D, Regie: Alain Gsponer, mit Anuk Steffen (Heidi), Peter Lohmeyer (Sebastian), Bruno Ganz (Almöhi), Katharina Schüttler (Fräulein Rottenmeier), Maxim Mehmet (Herr Sesemann)

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Literature

• Peter Strain. Heidi (based on the fairy tale by Johanna Spiri). M., Text, 2012.

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Excerpt from Heidi (novella)

But this very man, who so neglected his words, never once in all his activity said a single word that would not agree with the only goal to which he was going during the whole war. Obviously, involuntarily, with a heavy confidence that they would not understand him, he repeatedly expressed his thought in a wide variety of circumstances. Starting from the battle of Borodino, from which his discord with those around him began, he alone said that battle of Borodino there is a victory, and he repeated this both orally, and in reports, and reports until his death. He alone said that the loss of Moscow is not the loss of Russia. In response to Lauriston's proposal for peace, he replied that there can be no peace, because such is the will of the people; he alone, during the retreat of the French, said that all our maneuvers were unnecessary, that everything would turn out by itself better than we wish, that the enemy should be given a golden bridge, that neither Tarutinskoe, nor Vyazemskoe, nor Krasnenskoe battles were needed, that with what one day he must come to the border, that for ten Frenchmen he will not give up one Russian.
And he alone, this court man, as we are portrayed, a man who lies to Arakcheev in order to please the sovereign - he alone, this court man, in Vilna, thus deserving the sovereign's disfavor, says that a further war abroad is harmful and useless.
But words alone would not prove that he then understood the meaning of the event. His actions were all without the slightest deviation, all were directed towards the same goal, expressed in three actions: 1) to exert all his forces to confront the French, 2) to defeat them, and 3) to expel them from Russia, making it as easy as possible, the calamities of the people and the troops.
He, the procrastinator of Kutuzov, whose motto is patience and time, the enemy of decisive action, he gives the Battle of Borodino, clothe preparations for it in unparalleled solemnity. He, the same Kutuzov, who in the battle of Austerlitz, before starting it, says that it will be lost, in Borodino, despite the assurances of the generals that the battle is lost, despite the unheard-of example in history that after a battle won, the army must retreat , he alone, in opposition to everyone, until his death asserts that the Battle of Borodino is a victory. He alone during the entire retreat insists not to give battles, which are now useless, not to start a new war and not to cross the borders of Russia.
Now it is easy to understand the meaning of the event, if only not to apply to the activities of the masses the goals that were in the head of a dozen people, it is easy, since the entire event with its consequences lies before us.
But how then this old man, alone, contrary to the opinion of everyone, could guess, so correctly guessed then the meaning folk sense events that have never betrayed him in all his activities?
The source of this extraordinary power of insight into the meaning of occurring phenomena lay in that popular feeling, which he carried in himself in all its purity and strength.
Only the recognition of this feeling in him made the people in such strange ways from an old man in disgrace to choose him against the will of the king as a representative people's war... And only this feeling put him on that highest human height from which he, the commander-in-chief, directed all his forces not to kill and exterminate people, but to save and pity them.
This simple, modest and therefore truly majestic figure could not lie down in that deceitful form of a European hero, ostensibly controlling people, which history had invented.
For a lackey, there cannot be a great person, because a lackey has his own concept of greatness.

November 5 was the first day of the so-called Krasnensky battle. Before the evening, when, after many arguments and mistakes of the generals, who went to the wrong place; after the dispatch of the adjutants with counter-orders, when it had already become clear that the enemy was fleeing everywhere and there could not be a battle and there would not be, Kutuzov left Krasnoye and went to Dobroe, where the main apartment had been transferred to the present day.
The day was clear and frosty. Kutuzov, with a huge retinue of generals who were unhappy with him, whispering behind him, rode on his fat white horse to Dobry. All along the road crowded, warming up by the fires, parties of French prisoners taken this day (seven thousand of them were taken that day). Not far from Dobroe, a huge crowd of ragged, tied and wrapped prisoners buzzed with talk, standing on the road next to a long row of unharnessed French guns. As the commander-in-chief approached, the conversation fell silent, and all eyes stared at Kutuzov, who, in his white hat with a red band and a cotton overcoat sitting humped on his stooped shoulders, was slowly moving along the road. One of the generals reported to Kutuzov where the guns and prisoners were taken.

Johanna Spyri. Heidi

Illustration by Victoria Timofeeva

© Vilmont E., translation into Russian, 2015

© Edition in Russian, design. LLC "Publishing house" E ", 2015

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Chapter 1. To Mountain Uncle

From the picturesquely located old town of Mayenfeld, the trail runs through a green wooded plain to the foothills of the mountains that look down to the valley with stern and majestic views. Then the trail climbs steeply, and soon the aromas of moorland and mountain grasses will blow on you, for the trail leads to the Alps.

A tall, strong girl walked along a narrow mountain path on a sunny June morning and held the hand of a child, a girl whose cheeks were so hot that a blush appeared even through the dark-tanned skin. And it is not surprising, since the girl, despite the hot summer sun, was so warmly wrapped up, as if she had to walk in the cold. The girl was at most five years old, but there was no way to see her behind all the clothes. They put two or even three dresses on her, one on top of the other, and on top they also tied a large scarf. She was shod in heavy mountain boots with nails. The girl was tormented by the heat and could hardly walk up the hill. After an hour's journey, they reached a small village that lies half way and is simply called "Derevenka". Then our travelers began to beckoned to almost every house, they shouted and waved at them from windows and doors, because this was the girl's native village. But she did not turn anywhere; she answered all the greetings and questions as she walked, without stopping even for a minute, until she reached the last of the houses scattered on the edge of the village. Here she was also called:

- Wait a minute, Deta! If you go upstairs, I'm with you!

The girl stopped. The baby immediately let go of her hand and sat down directly on the ground.

- Are you tired, Heidi? The girl asked.

- No, I'm just hot, - answered the girl.

- Yes, we already have a little left to go, be patient and try to walk wider, then in an hour we will be in place, - the girl encouraged her.

A stout, good-natured-looking woman emerged from the door of the house. The girl had to get up. Two good acquaintances walked ahead, engaging in a lively conversation about the village news.

- Where are you taking the child, Deta? The woman asked a little later. - This, in an hour, is not your late sister's daughter?

- She's the one, - answered Deta. - I'm going with her to the Mountain Uncle. I want to leave her there.

- What? Leave the child with the Mountain Uncle? Are you out of your mind, Deta? How can you? The old man will never accept her, he will immediately send you back!

- But how will he send us when he is her very own grandfather? He must take care of her. So far, I kept the girl with me, but now I don’t want to lose the good job that was promised to me because of her. So, Barbel, let her grandfather be courting now.

- Yes, be it someone else, then, of course, - fat Barbel nodded, - but you know him.

What will he do with a child, and even with such a small one? Nothing will come of it. Where are you going?

“To Frankfurt,” Deta said, “they promised me a really good place. Last summer, these gentlemen were here on the waters, and I cleaned up with them. They already wanted to take me with them, but I refused. And now they are here again and insist that I go with them, and I really want that, you yourself understand!

- Oh, God forbid to be in the place of this little girl! - Barbel exclaimed and even waved her hands in horror. - Only God knows how she will be with this old man! He doesn't want to have anything to do with anyone, no matter how many years he hasn't gone to church, and when once a year he goes downstairs with his thick stick, everyone shies away from him, he is such fearsome! Those shaggy eyebrows and beards of his are terrible, well, a pure Indian or a pagan! It just takes horror how you meet him one on one!

- Well, so what! - Deta answered stubbornly. - He is her grandfather and must take care of her granddaughter. And he will not do anything to her, because if anything, then the demand will be from him, and not from me.

“Oh, I would like to know,” Barbel asked curiously, “what does the old man have on his conscience if he has such eyes and he lives alone on the mountain, so that people hardly see him? People talk about him, and you probably heard something about him from your sister, didn't you, Deta?

“I’ve heard it, but I’ll not say anything, otherwise if he finds out, I’ll be in trouble.”

But Barbel has long wanted to find out what is wrong with this Mountain Uncle, why he is so unsociable, why he lives alone in the mountains and why people always talk about him somehow casually, as if they are afraid to say even a word against him, but also for him. nobody wants to put in a word. In addition, Barbel did not know why everyone called him Mountain Uncle, because he is not an uncle to everyone and everyone? But since everyone called him that, so did Barbel. She settled in the Village not very long ago, only when she got married, and before she lived in Prettigau, so she did not know all the secrets and peculiarities of the inhabitants of the Village and its environs. Deta, her good friend, on the contrary, was born in the Village and lived there all her life with her mother. When her mother died, Deta moved to the spa town of Bad Ragatz, where she was lucky enough to find a good job. She worked as a maid in a large hotel and earned a decent salary. So today she came from Ragatz. To Mayenfeld, he and the girl rode on a hay wagon; one of her acquaintances gave them a lift. And Barbel, not wanting to miss the happy opportunity to find out at least something, took Deta by the arm and said:

- I'm terrified how wondering what is true and what is nonsense. You probably know this story. Well, tell me, was the old man always so scary and hated everyone fiercely?

- Whether he always was like that, I do not know, you yourself understand, I am now twenty-six, and he, hey, is all seventy. So I did not find him young. Eh, Barbel, I should know that everything I tell you will not go for a walk but to the whole of Prättigau, I would tell you about him! My mother also comes from Domleshg, where he comes from.

- Oh, Deta, what are you talking about! - Barbel was offended. “I’m not going to chat at all in Prättigau, and in general, I can keep secrets if necessary. Shame on you! Come on tell me!

- Okay, so be it, I'll tell you, just look, keep your mouth shut! Deta warned her. And she looked back to see if the girl was walking too close behind them. She shouldn't hear what she's about to tell. But the girl was not at all visible - she was far behind, and they did not even notice this in the heat of the conversation. Deta stopped and began to look around. And although the road twisted every now and then, from here one could see almost all of it, all the way to the Village itself. But there was no one on the road.

- I see! I'm lowering it! Barbel exclaimed. - Over there, look! - She was pointing down somewhere. - Look, she's climbing the mountain with Goat Peter and his goats! Why is he so late today! But this is good, he knows how to look after the children, so you can calmly tell me everything.

“It won't be difficult for Peter to watch her,” Deta remarked, “for her five years, she’s very smart. He will open his eyes and look at everything, where something is happening. Nothing, let him get used to the goats, the old man has nothing but two goats.

- Did he have more before? Barbel asked curiously.

- At him? Yes, he didn’t have anything before, ”Deta said with fervor. - He had one of the best courtyards in Domleshga. He was the eldest son and had a younger brother. He was a quiet, decent guy. And the elder did not want to do anything, only pretended to be the master, traveled everywhere, got confused with all sorts of dark people whom no one knew. He wasted all his household and lost, but as it turned out, his father and mother died of grief. The brother, whom he also utterly ruined, has gone wherever they look, and no one has seen him since. And the uncle himself, who had nothing but bad glory left, also disappeared somewhere. At first no one knew where he was, then they heard that he had gone to Naples, for military service, and then again for twelve years, or even fifteen, there was not a word about him. And suddenly, one fine day, he appeared in Domleshga with his teenage son and wanted to get a job with relatives. But before him all the doors were closed, no one wanted to know him. This upset him very much, and he no longer showed his nose in Domleshg, but came to Derevenka and settled here with his little boy. His wife, whom he met down there, and soon lost, was from Graubünden. He still had some money, and he gave his boyfriend - his name was Tobias - to learn the craft. He learned to be a carpenter and became a very decent person, whom everyone in the Village loved. But no one trusted the old man, they said that he had deserted from Naples, otherwise he would have had a bad time, they said he killed someone there - not in a war, you know yourself, but in a fight. We, you can't go anywhere, recognized this relationship, because my mother's grandmother and his grandmother were sisters. So we began to call him uncle, and since we are related to almost the whole village by our father, everyone began to call him uncle. And as he went to live in the mountains, so he began to be called the Mountain Uncle.

- And what happened to this Tobias? Barbel asked excitedly.

- Wait, where are you in such a hurry, not all at once, - said Deta. - Well, so, Tobias was sent to study in Mela, and when he graduated, he returned to the Village and took my sister Adelheide as his wife, because they were always dear to each other, and when they got married, they lived very well. But this did not last long. Two years later, when Tobias was working on the construction of a house, a beam fell on him and knocked him to death. And as he, the murdered, was brought home, Adelheida immediately fell into a fever out of grief and horror, but she did not leave her. She actually did not differ in health, it happened, and she herself does not understand, in a dream something happened to her or in reality. And here a month has passed since the death of Tobias, and we have already buried Adelheide. People were already judging and playing about the bitter fate of both, and then they began to talk, at first quietly, and then loudly, that this, they say, was punishment for his uncle for his godless life. They even said this to his eyes, and the pastor kept appealing to his conscience, persuading him to repent, but he only became even more sullen and obstinate and did not speak to anyone at all. Well, people also avoided him. And suddenly it became known that my uncle had gone to the mountains and did not want to go down. Since then, he has been living there - at odds with God and with people.

And my mother and I took Adelheida's baby to us, the girl was only one year old then. But last summer my mother died and I had to go to Bad Ragatz to work, and I gave the girl to old Ursel in Pfeffersdorf for the summer. Of course, I could have stayed in Ragatz for the winter, there will always be work, I’m a craftswoman and sew and darn, but because of the girl it didn’t work. And in the spring the gentlemen from Frankfurt came again, the very ones for whom I worked last year, and they again called me with them. So we leave the day after tomorrow. The place, I can tell you, is very good.

- So you want to leave the baby to this old man? And what do you think to yourself, Deta? Is this possible, is it divine? Barbel said reproachfully.

- What do you think to yourself? - Deta jumped up. - I have already done mine for this girl, and where should I go with her? How can I take with me to Frankfurt a child who is not yet five years old? By the way, where are you going, Barbel? We've already trodden half a road!

“And I just came where I need to,” answered Barbel. - I want to talk to Goat Petersha. She spins for me in winter. Well, be healthy, Deta, happy to you!

Deta held out her hand to her friend and waited until she entered a small dark brown house, which stood in a small depression a few steps from the path, where it was reliably protected from the mountain winds. If you count from the Village, this hut was located halfway to the alpine pastures, and it’s just fortunate that it stood in a hollow, because it was such a dilapidated ramshackle that it seemed simply dangerous to live in it, because when a hair dryer blows 1
Fyong is a strong, gusty, warm and dry wind blowing from the mountains to the valleys.

The doors in the hut, and the windows, and the beams - everything is shaking and trembling. If the hut had stood upstairs, in the pasture, it would have simply been blown out of there.

Here lived Koziy Peter, an eleven-year-old boy, who every morning came to the Village for goats and drove them up to the pasture, so that they feasted on mountain herbs until the evening. Then Peter with his light-footed goats went down to Derevenka and, whistling with two fingers, waited for the owners to sort out the goats. Usually boys and girls came for goats, because goats are not terrible animals, and for the whole summer this was the only opportunity for Peter to talk to his own kind - after all, he communicated only with goats.

At home his mother and a blind grandmother were waiting for him, but since in the morning he left the house before dawn, and returned from the Village after dark (he really wanted to chat with the village children!), He was at home exactly as long as it took to drink milk and bread in the morning and evening and go to sleep. His father, who was also called Goat Peter, since he also grazed goats in his youth, died five years ago while cutting wood. Everyone called his widow, Peter's mother, Goat Petersha, and the blind grandmother, both young and old, was called grandmother.

Child waited ten minutes, all looking around to see if the kids with the goats were visible where. But they were nowhere to be found. She climbed a little higher, from where the countryside was better visible, and again began to look around impatiently. Meanwhile, the children walked along a wide side path. Peter knew well where his goats were waiting for delicious, juicy herbs and bushes. That is why he led his flock in a roundabout way. At first, the girl scrambled after him with difficulty, she was hot and very uncomfortable in her warm clothes. She was exhausted. However, she did not say a word; I only stared intently at Peter, who was briskly jumping over the stones in barefoot, in light trousers, now at the thin-legged goats, which galloped even faster through the bushes and stones and even managed to climb the steep slopes. Then suddenly the girl sank to the ground, quickly kicked off her heavy boots and stockings, jumped up, tore off her thick red kerchief, unbuttoned her dress, instantly took it off and did the same with the second one. The fact is that Aunt Deta put a Sunday dress on her niece over her usual clothes, so as not to drag it in her hands. Now the girl was wearing only a light petticoat and a sleeveless shirt. The girl delightedly exposed her bare hands to the sun. Putting the things she had taken in a pile, she bounced off after the goats, caught up with Peter and walked alongside him, like a bosom friend. Peter did not see what the girl was doing when she left him, but now, seeing her in a new guise, he laughed merrily. Looking around, Peter saw the clothes folded in a pile. His face broke into a smile. That's truly mouth to ear, even sew the ribbons.

But he didn't say a word. And the girl, now feeling light and free, started a conversation with him, and Peter, willy-nilly, had to answer many of her questions. The girl wanted to know how many goats he had, where he was going with them, and what he would do there. So, while talking, the children finally reached Peter's hut, where they came face to face with Aunt Deta. But at the sight of this couple, Deta threw up her hands and cried out:

- Good God, Heidi, what have you done! What kind of look are you? Where are your dresses, where is your scarf? And the boots? I bought you new boots, mountain boots, and knitted new stockings! And now everything, everything is gone! Tell me, Heidi, where did you put your things?

The girl calmly pointed her finger down:

- There they are!

My aunt looked where Heidi pointed. And sure enough, there was some kind of pile lying there. And on top of that there must be a red spot, it must be a handkerchief.

- Oh you, my grief! - Deta shouted in hearts. - And what took it into your head to undress?

“I don’t need all this,” the girl answered. It was impossible to tell from her appearance that she was very repentant.

- Oh, you unreasonable wretch, you see, you still do not understand anything at all in life, right? - continued to lament the aunt. - Why, it's a good half hour to go down there! Come on, Peter, fly there in a moment and bring her little things, live, live, why are you staring? Do not stand there like an idol!

“I’m already late today,” Peter said slowly, and thrust his hands into his pockets.

- There is no need to goggle at me! You don't seem to be going anywhere, are you? - Deta threw herself at him. - But in vain, you can get something, you see it? She showed him a brand new five pfennig coin. The coin shone dazzlingly.

Then Peter jumped off and rushed down the shortest path. He was rushing in huge jumps, and now he is near Haidin's junk - grab! - and in the blink of an eye he returned back. Deta began to praise Peter and handed him a coin. He tucked it in his pocket and broke into a wide smile. Such treasures did not come to him often.

“You’ll still help bring these things to Gorny Uncle, you still need to go there,” said Aunt Deta, intending to climb the mountain behind the Goat Petersha's hut.

Peter willingly took up a new assignment and followed his aunt, holding a bundle in his left hand, and in his right a twig with which he drove the goats. Heidi and the goats were jumping happily beside him. In this way, after three quarters of an hour, they reached a mountain pasture, where on a ledge of a rock stood the hut of the Mountain Uncle, accessible to all winds and all rays of the sun. From here, a wide view of the valley opened up. Behind the hut were three old spruces with long, branchy branches, which, of course, no one here thought of cutting. And behind the spruce trees began beautiful, grassy hills, and behind them rose old gray rocks.

Next to the hut, Mountain Uncle set up a bench on which one could look at the valley. Here he sat, holding the pipe between his teeth and resting on his knees with both hands. The old man calmly watched as the goats, the children, and Aunt Det clambered up. Children and goats are far ahead of Deta. The first to reach Heidi's place. She immediately went to the old man, held out her hand and said:

- Hello, grandfather!

- So, so, and how do you want to understand this? - Roughly asked the old man, briefly shook the outstretched hand and stared at the girl with a long, penetrating look.

Heidi answered him with an equally long look, never even blinking, because grandfather with a long beard and shaggy eyebrows that grew together on the bridge of his nose and looked like thick bush was so wonderful that the girl, of course, should have seen him properly. Meanwhile Deta and Peter also reached the hut. The boy froze, watching what would happen.

- Good health to you, uncle, - Deta sang, coming closer. - That brought to you the baby of Tobias and Adelheide. I suppose you won't recognize her, but you will last time seen when she was only a year old.

- Well, well, what, one wonders, should my child do with me? The old man said at once. And then he turned to Peter: - Hey, you, take your goats and go out of here, but grab mine, you’re something late today.

Peter obeyed and immediately disappeared, he was so afraid when the old man looked at him for so long.

- The girl will have to stay with you, uncle, - declared Deta. - I already fiddled with her for four years. Now it's your turn, it's time for you to take care of her a little.

“Well, well,” said the old man, casting a sparkling glance at Deta. - And what if the girl starts to miss you, whine, whine, like all small and unreasonable children, what then will you order me to do?

- And this is your concern, - answered Deta. - After all, no one taught me how to be with her, when she remained in my arms. But I was still a mother and had to go about my life. But now I have found a good job, and there is no one closer to your child. So if you don't want to keep her with you, then do whatever you want with her. Well, if anything happens to her, then the demand, of course, will be with you, only, I think, you will not want to take one more sin on your soul.

Of course, Deta's conscience was not clear, so she was so excited and said much more than she intended. At her last words, the old man got up and gave her such a look that she involuntarily backed away. Then he stretched out his hand and muttered through his teeth:

- Get out of here, and quicker, and so that your spirit is no longer here!

Deta didn't make him do it twice.

“Well, happily stay,” she said. - And you too, Heidi!

And Aunt Deta trotted down the mountain and rushed like this to the Village itself, excitement drove her no worse than the power of steam drives a steam locomotive. In the Village they again began to call her from all sides, everyone wanted to know where the child had gone. Everyone here knew the child, knew who the girl was and what happened to her parents. The same question sounded from all the doors and windows:

- Where is the girl, Deta? Where did you take the child?

And Deta answered very reluctantly:

- She's upstairs, at the Mountain Uncle! At the Mountain Uncle's, I tell you! Haven't you heard?

Very soon she was overcome with annoyance, because women from all sides shouted to her:

- How could you do that!

- Oh, poor wretch!

- Leave such a helpless little one with this old man!

Deta ran as fast as she could and was glad that she no longer heard anything, because the cats were scratching at her very soul. The mother on her deathbed entrusted the girl to her. But trying to calm her conscience, she told herself that if she had a lot of money, it would be easier for her to do something good for the baby. How good it is that soon she will be away from all these people who only know what to gossip behind her back. Well, nothing, but now she will have a good income!

Before I copy the text of someone else's article here, I will write from myself. The Little Women series initially caught my attention. World classics for teenage girls. Here are Little Women, Polianne, and much, much more. Great idea. It's nice to hold books in your hands - small format, white paper.
Although the publication itself, I think, is not essential - they are published, republished and will be republished in the future. The main thing is not to miss the works themselves in the process of cultural education of your children :)

"Best books for children: Johanna Spiri "Heidi"

We offer our readers another simple answer to the often perplexing question "What should children read?"

Johanna Speery "Heidi"


The novel "Heidi" by the Swiss writer Johanna Spiri (Johann Spiri) is rightfully considered a classic of Swiss literature and one of the best children's books for younger students. Released for the first time in 1880, the story instantly gained fame, and translations into other European languages ​​only added to its popularity. Russian poet Marina Tsvetaeva wrote about the book in her story "The Tower in Ivy":

Tell me, Marina, what is your greatest wish?

See Napoleon.

Well, what else?

For us, for the Russians to defeat the Japanese. All Japan!

Well, and the third, not so historical, do you have?

What is it?

Book. Heidi.

What is this book?

As the girl returned to the mountains again. She was taken to serve, but she could not. Back to my place, to the alpine pasture. They had goats. With them, it means she and grandfathers. They lived completely alone. Nobody came to them. This book was written by Johannes Spiri. The writer.

Indeed, the story of Johanna Spiri was very loved by the young Tsvetaeva - and by thousands of girls besides her. To date, "Heidi" has withstood 9 film adaptations, including a full-length cartoon by Hayao Miyazaki's studio.

The story tells about a little girl Heidi who lives with her grandfather in the mountains of Switzerland. Her grandfather, who is at odds with the villagers, lives as a bean on the outskirts of the village and at first is not too happy about the arrival of little Heidi, an orphan after the death of her parents during a thunderstorm. However, the girl's kind heart gradually melted the alienation of the old man, who eventually fell passionately in love with his granddaughter. And Heidi herself for life falls in love with the mountains, space, silence, nature, goats, which they graze with the neighbor's boy Peter.

Later, her aunt took Heidi away from her grandfather, taking her to Frankfurt, so that Heidi would accompany the disabled girl Klara, helping her to study, and at the same time to get acquainted with city life. Of course, Heidi and Klara become great friends, but Heidi could not get used to living in the city and even got sick from homesickness in the mountains. Returning to her grandfather, Heidi teaches Peter the shepherdess to read and write, and when Clara comes to her in the summer, the wonderful mountain climate and good friends perform a miracle with her - Clara manages to overcome the disease.

Be sure to give your children the opportunity to read this book so that they learn to value love, friendship, kindness, life. After all, it is with the help of such books that the subtlety of feelings and attention to people should be cultivated. "Heidi" is an unusually touching story, in which there is a lot of love, kindness and sincere feelings. "

Sources:
litena.ru, novostiliteratury.ru

Heidi, or Magic Valley Ekaterina Vilmont

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Title: Heidi, or Magic Valley

About the book "Heidi, or the Magic Valley" Ekaterina Vilmont

The novel by the Swiss writer Johanna Spiery belongs to the masterpieces of children's literature. This is the story of a girl living in the Alps with her grandfather. Heidi's kindness and cordiality change the lives of the inhabitants of the mountain village beyond recognition.

The book has been translated into many languages ​​and has been filmed several times.

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