Silver coin - fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen.

Andersen Hans Christian

silver coin

Hans Christian Andersen

SILVER COIN

There was a coin. She had just come out of the coinage - clean, fair, - rolled and rang:

Hooray! Now I'm going to walk around the world!

The child tightly squeezed it in his warm little fist, the miser squeezed it with cold sticky fingers, the older people twirled and turned many times, while in the young it did not linger and quickly rolled on.

The coin was silver, there was very little copper in it, and for a whole year it walked around the wide world, that is, in the country where it was minted. Then she went abroad and turned out to be the last native coin in the traveler's wallet. But he had no idea of ​​her existence until she herself fell into his fingers.

That's how! I still have one of our native coins! - he said. - Well, let him travel with me!

And the coin jumped for joy and jingled when it was put back into the purse. Here she had to lie with her foreign relatives, who were all replaced - one gave way to another, but she still remained in her wallet. It was already a difference!

Many weeks have passed. The coin drove far, far from home, she did not know where. She only heard from her neighbors that they were French or Italian, that they were now in such and such a city, but she herself had no idea about anything: you won’t see much sitting in your wallet like her! But one day the coin noticed that the wallet was not closed. She took it into her head to look at the world at least with one eye, and she slipped through the crack. She shouldn't have done it, but she was curious, well, and it was not in vain for her. She got into her pants pocket. In the evening, the purse was taken out of the pocket, and the coin remained lying as it lay. The trousers were taken out to be cleaned in the corridor, and then a coin fell out of his pocket onto the floor. Nobody heard it, nobody saw it.

In the morning the dress was again taken into the room, the traveler got dressed and left, but the coin remained. Soon she was found on the floor, and she was supposed to go into action again, along with three other coins.

"That's good! Again I'll go for a walk around the world, I'll see new people, new customs!" thought the coin.

And what is this coin? - was heard at the same moment. - This is not our coin. Fake! No good!

This was the beginning of the story that she later told herself.

- "Fake! Not good!" I'm all shook up! she said. - I knew that I was silver, of pure ringing and real chasing. True, they made a mistake, I think people can’t speak of me like that. However, they were talking about me! They called me fake, I was no good! "Well, I'll get her off my hands at dusk!" - said my master and sold the same. But in the daylight they again began to scold me: "False!", "Not good!", "We must get rid of her as soon as possible!"

And the coin trembled with fear and shame every time it was slipped to someone instead of the coin of that country.

Oh, I'm bitter! What do I care about my silver, my dignity, my coinage, when all this means nothing! In the eyes of people, you remain who they take you for! How terrible it really is to have an unclean conscience, to make my way through life in unclean ways, if it’s so hard for me, innocent of anything, just because I seem guilty! .. Every time I pass into new hands, I tremble at the sight that will fall on me: I know that they will immediately throw me back on the table, as if I were some kind of liar!

Once I got to one poor woman: she got me in payment for hard day work. She could not get away with me, no one wanted to take me. I was a real disaster for the poor fellow.

“Really, you will have to deceive someone!” said the woman. “Where can I keep a counterfeit coin in my poverty! , not good!"

"Well, now I'll lie on the conscience of a poor woman!" I sighed. "Have I really changed so much in my old age?"

The woman went to a rich baker, but he knew too well about coins, and I did not have to lie long where they put me: he threw me in the face of the poor woman. She was not given bread for me, and it was so bitter for me, so bitter to realize that I had been minted on the mountain by the Other! It's me, once so brave, self-confident, in my coinage, in a good ringing! And I was so discouraged, as soon as a coin can fall that no one wants to take. But the woman brought me back home, looked at me good-naturedly and kindly, and said:

"I don't want to deceive anyone! I'll punch a hole in you, let everyone know that you're fake... But anyway... Wait, it occurred to me - maybe you're a lucky coin? Probably so! I'll punch in you hole, I'll pull a string and hang you around the neck of a neighbor's girl - let her wear it for good luck!

And she punched a hole in me. It’s not particularly pleasant when you are punched, but for the sake of a good intention, a lot can be endured. A string was pulled through the hole, and I became like a medal. They hung me around the baby's neck, and she smiled at me, kissed me, and I spent the whole night on the warm, innocent baby's breast.

In the morning, the girl's mother took me in her arms, looked at me and thought of something... I guessed right away! Then she took scissors and cut the string.

"Lucky coin!" she said. "We'll see!" And she put me in acid, so that I turned all green: then she wiped the hole, cleaned me a little, and at dusk went to the seller of lottery tickets to buy a ticket for good luck.

Oh, how hard it was for me! They squeezed me in a vise, broke me in half! I knew that they would call me fake, shame me in front of all the other coins that lie and are proud of their inscriptions and minting. But no! I escaped shame! There was such a crowd in the shop, the seller was so busy that without looking he threw me into the rescue, to other coins. Whether the ticket bought for me won, I don’t know, I only know that the very next day I was recognized as a fake, put aside and again sent to deceive - to deceive everyone! After all, this is simply unbearable for an honest nature - they won’t take it away from me! So I passed from hand to hand, from house to house for more than a year, and everywhere they scolded me, everywhere they got angry with me. No one believed in me, and I myself lost faith in myself and in people. It's been a tough time for me!

There was a coin. She had just come out of the coinage - clean, fair, - rolled and rang:

Hooray! Now I'm going to walk around the world!

The child tightly squeezed it in his warm little fist, the miser squeezed it with cold sticky fingers, the older people twirled and turned many times, while in the young it did not linger and quickly rolled on.

The coin was silver, there was very little copper in it, and for a whole year it walked around the wide world, that is, in the country where it was minted. Then she went abroad and turned out to be the last native coin in the traveler's wallet. But he had no idea of ​​her existence until she herself fell into his fingers.

That's how! I still have one of our native coins! - he said.

Well, let him travel with me!

And the coin jumped for joy and jingled when it was put back into the purse. Here she had to lie with her foreign relatives, who kept changing - one gave way to another, but she still remained in her purse. It was already a difference!

Many weeks have passed. The coin drove far, far from home, she did not know where. She only heard from her neighbors that they were French or Italian, that they were now in such and such a city, but she herself had no idea about anything: you won’t see much, sitting in a wallet like her! But one day the coin noticed that the wallet was not closed. She took it into her head to look at the world at least with one eye, and she slipped through the crack. She shouldn't have done it, but she was curious, well, and it was not in vain for her. She got into her pants pocket. In the evening, the purse was taken out of the pocket, and the coin remained lying as it lay. The trousers were taken out to be cleaned in the corridor, and then a coin fell out of his pocket onto the floor. Nobody heard it, nobody saw it.

In the morning the dress was again taken into the room, the traveler got dressed and left, but the coin remained. Soon she was found on the floor, and she was supposed to go into action again, along with three other coins.

“That's good! Again I will go for a walk around the world, I will see new people, new customs! thought the coin.

And what is this coin? - was heard at the same moment. - This is not our coin. Fake! No good!

This was the beginning of the story that she later told herself.

- “Fake! No good!" I'm all shook up! she said.

I knew that I was silver, of pure ringing and real chasing. That's right, they made a mistake, I think people can't speak about me like that. However, they were talking about me! They called me fake, I was no good! “Well, I’ll get her off my hands at dusk!” - said my master and sold the same. But in the daylight they again began to scold me: “False!”, “Not good!”, “We must get rid of her as soon as possible!”

And the coin trembled with fear and shame every time it was slipped to someone instead of the coin of that country.

Oh, I'm bitter! What do I care about my silver, my dignity, my coinage, when all this means nothing! In the eyes of people, you remain who they take you for! How terrible it really is to have an unclean conscience, to break through life in unclean ways, if it’s so hard for me, innocent of anything, just because I seem guilty! .. Every time I pass into new hands, I tremble at the sight which falls on me: I know that they will immediately throw me back on the table, as if I were some kind of liar!

Once I got to one poor woman: she got me in payment for hard day work. She could not get away with me, no one wanted to take me. I was a real disaster for the poor fellow.

“Really, you will have to deceive someone! - said the woman. - Where can I, with my poverty, keep a counterfeit coin! I’ll give it to a rich baker, he won’t go bankrupt from it, although it’s not good, I myself know it’s not good!

“Well, now I will lie on the conscience of a poor woman! I sighed. “Have I really changed so much in my old age?”

The woman went to a rich baker, but he knew too well about coins, and I did not have to lie long where they put me: he threw me in the poor woman's face. She was not given bread for me, and it was so bitter for me, so bitter to realize that I had been minted on the mountain by the Other! It's me, once so bold, self-confident, in my coinage, in a good ringing! And I was so discouraged, as soon as a coin can fall that no one wants to take. But the woman brought me back home, looked at me good-naturedly and kindly, and said:

“I don’t want to deceive anyone! I'll punch a hole in you, let everyone know that you're fake ... But anyway ... Wait, it occurred to me - maybe you're a lucky coin? Probably so! I'll punch a hole in you, pull a string and hang you around the neck of a neighbor's girl - let her wear it for good luck!

And she punched a hole in me. It's not particularly pleasant when you are punched, but for the sake of a good intention, a lot can be endured. A string was pulled through the hole, and I became like a medal. They hung me around the baby's neck, and she smiled at me, kissed me, and I spent the whole night on the warm, innocent baby breast.

In the morning, the girl's mother took me in her arms, looked at me and thought of something... I guessed right away! Then she took scissors and cut the string.

"Lucky coin! - she said. - Well, let's see! And she put me in acid, so that I turned all green: then she wiped the hole, cleaned me a little, and at dusk went to the seller of lottery tickets to buy a ticket for good luck.

Oh, how hard it was for me! They squeezed me in a vise, broke me in half! I knew that they would call me fake, shame me in front of all the other coins that lie and are proud of their inscriptions and minting. But no! I escaped shame! There was such a crowd in the shop, the seller was so busy that without looking he threw me into the rescue, to other coins. Whether the ticket bought for me won, I don’t know, I only know that the very next day I was recognized as a fake, put aside and again sent to deceive - to deceive everyone! After all, this is simply unbearable for an honest nature - they won’t take it away from me! So I passed from hand to hand, from house to house for more than a year, and everywhere they scolded me, everywhere they got angry with me. No one believed in me, and I myself lost faith in myself and in people. It's been a tough time for me!

But one day a traveler appeared; of course, they immediately slipped me on him, and he was so simple that he took me for the coin there. But when he, in turn, wanted to pay with me, I again heard the cry: “Fake! No good!"

“I was given it for the real one! - said the traveler and looked at me more closely. And suddenly a smile appeared on his face. And after all, looking at me, no one smiled for a long time. - No, what is it! - he said. - After all, this is our native coin, a good, honest coin of my homeland, and a hole was punched in it and they call it fake! That's funny! I need to hide you and take you home with me.

That's what made me happy! They again call me a good, honest coin, they want to take me home, where everyone will recognize me, they will know that I am silver, of real coinage! I would sparkle with joy, but it's not in my nature, steel emits sparks, not silver.

I was wrapped in a thin white piece of paper so as not to be mixed with other coins and not lost. They took me out only on solemn occasions, at meetings with fellow countrymen, and then they spoke of me unusually well. Everyone said that I was very interesting. It's funny how you can be interesting without saying a word.

And so I got home. My ordeals passed, a happy life flowed. After all, I was silver, of real coinage, and it didn’t harm me at all that a hole was punched in me, as in a fake one: what’s the trouble if in fact you are not fake! Yes, you need to have patience: time will pass, and everything will fall into place. I firmly believe in this! - the coin concluded its story.

Hans Christian Andersen

SILVER COIN

There was a coin. She had just come out of the coinage - clean, fair, - rolled and rang:

Hooray! Now I'm going to walk around the world!

The child tightly squeezed it in his warm little fist, the miser squeezed it with cold sticky fingers, the older people twirled and turned many times, while in the young it did not linger and quickly rolled on.

The coin was silver, there was very little copper in it, and for a whole year it walked around the wide world, that is, in the country where it was minted. Then she went abroad and turned out to be the last native coin in the traveler's wallet. But he had no idea of ​​her existence until she herself fell into his fingers.

That's how! I still have one of our native coins! - he said. - Well, let him travel with me!

And the coin jumped for joy and jingled when it was put back into the purse. Here she had to lie with her foreign relatives, who were all replaced - one gave way to another, but she still remained in her wallet. It was already a difference!

Many weeks have passed. The coin drove far, far from home, she did not know where. She only heard from her neighbors that they were French or Italian, that they were now in such and such a city, but she herself had no idea about anything: you won’t see much sitting in your wallet like her! But one day the coin noticed that the wallet was not closed. She took it into her head to look at the world at least with one eye, and she slipped through the crack. She shouldn't have done it, but she was curious, well, and it was not in vain for her. She got into her pants pocket. In the evening, the purse was taken out of the pocket, and the coin remained lying as it lay. The trousers were taken out to be cleaned in the corridor, and then a coin fell out of his pocket onto the floor. Nobody heard it, nobody saw it.

In the morning the dress was again taken into the room, the traveler got dressed and left, but the coin remained. Soon she was found on the floor, and she was supposed to go into action again, along with three other coins.

"That's good! Again I'll go for a walk around the world, I'll see new people, new customs!" thought the coin.

And what is this coin? - was heard at the same moment. - This is not our coin. Fake! No good!

This was the beginning of the story that she later told herself.

- "Fake! Not good!" I'm all shook up! she said. - I knew that I was silver, of pure ringing and real chasing. True, they made a mistake, I think people can’t speak of me like that. However, they were talking about me! They called me fake, I was no good! "Well, I'll get her off my hands at dusk!" - said my master and sold the same. But in the daylight they again began to scold me: "False!", "Not good!", "We must get rid of her as soon as possible!"

And the coin trembled with fear and shame every time it was slipped to someone instead of the coin of that country.

Oh, I'm bitter! What do I care about my silver, my dignity, my coinage, when all this means nothing! In the eyes of people, you remain who they take you for! How terrible it really is to have an unclean conscience, to make my way through life in unclean ways, if it’s so hard for me, innocent of anything, just because I seem guilty! .. Every time I pass into new hands, I tremble at the sight that will fall on me: I know that they will immediately throw me back on the table, as if I were some kind of liar!

Once I got to one poor woman: she got me in payment for hard day work. She could not get away with me, no one wanted to take me. I was a real disaster for the poor fellow.

“Really, you will have to deceive someone!” said the woman. “Where can I keep a counterfeit coin in my poverty! , not good!"

"Well, now I'll lie on the conscience of a poor woman!" I sighed. "Have I really changed so much in my old age?"

The woman went to a rich baker, but he knew too well about coins, and I did not have to lie long where they put me: he threw me in the face of the poor woman. She was not given bread for me, and it was so bitter for me, so bitter to realize that I had been minted on the mountain by the Other! It's me, once so brave, self-confident, in my coinage, in a good ringing! And I was so discouraged, as soon as a coin can fall that no one wants to take. But the woman brought me back home, looked at me good-naturedly and kindly, and said:

"I don't want to deceive anyone! I'll punch a hole in you, let everyone know that you're fake... But anyway... Wait, it occurred to me - maybe you're a lucky coin? Probably so! I'll punch in you hole, I'll pull a string and hang you around the neck of a neighbor's girl - let her wear it for good luck!

And she punched a hole in me. It’s not particularly pleasant when you are punched, but for the sake of a good intention, a lot can be endured. A string was pulled through the hole, and I became like a medal. They hung me around the baby's neck, and she smiled at me, kissed me, and I spent the whole night on the warm, innocent baby's breast.

In the morning, the girl's mother took me in her arms, looked at me and thought of something... I guessed right away! Then she took scissors and cut the string.

"Lucky coin!" she said. "We'll see!" And she put me in acid, so that I turned all green: then she wiped the hole, cleaned me a little, and at dusk went to the seller of lottery tickets to buy a ticket for good luck.

Oh, how hard it was for me! They squeezed me in a vise, broke me in half! I knew that they would call me fake, shame me in front of all the other coins that lie and are proud of their inscriptions and minting. But no! I escaped shame! There was such a crowd in the shop, the seller was so busy that without looking he threw me into the rescue, to other coins. Whether the ticket bought for me won, I don’t know, I only know that the very next day I was recognized as a fake, put aside and again sent to deceive - to deceive everyone! After all, this is simply unbearable for an honest nature - they won’t take it away from me! So I passed from hand to hand, from house to house for more than a year, and everywhere they scolded me, everywhere they got angry with me. No one believed in me, and I myself lost faith in myself and in people. It's been a tough time for me!

Information for parents: Silver coin - a fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen. She talks about silver coin who travels across countries. This story will interest children aged 8 to 11 years. The fairy tale "Silver Coin" is written in an interesting and simple way, it can be read before going to bed. Happy reading to you and your kids.

Read the fairy tale Silver Coin

There was a coin. She had just come out of the coinage - clean, fair, - rolled and rang:

Hooray! Now I'm going to walk around the world!

The child tightly squeezed it in his warm fist, the miser squeezed it with cold, sticky fingers, the older people twirled and turned many times, while for the young it did not linger and quickly rolled on.

The coin was silver, there was very little copper in it, and for a whole year it walked around the wide world, that is, in the country where it was minted. Then she went abroad and turned out to be the last native coin in the traveler's wallet. But he had no idea of ​​her existence until she herself fell into his fingers.

That's how! I still have one of our native coins! - he said.

Well, let him travel with me!

And the coin jumped for joy and jingled when it was put back into the purse. Here she had to lie with her foreign relatives, who kept changing - one gave way to another, but she still remained in her purse. It was already a difference!

Many weeks have passed. The coin drove far, far from home, she did not know where. She only heard from her neighbors that they were French or Italian, that they were now in such and such a city, but she herself had no idea about anything: you won’t see much sitting in your wallet like her! But then one day the coin noticed that the wallet was not closed. She took it into her head to look at the world at least with one eye, and she slipped through the crack. She shouldn't have done it, but she was curious, well, and it was not in vain for her. She got into her pants pocket. In the evening, the purse was taken out of the pocket, and the coin remained lying as it lay. The trousers were taken out to be cleaned in the corridor, and then a coin fell out of his pocket onto the floor. Nobody heard it, nobody saw it.

In the morning the dress was again taken into the room, the traveler got dressed and left, but the coin remained. Soon she was found on the floor, and she was supposed to go again along with three other coins.

“That's good! Again I will go for a walk around the world, I will see new people, new customs! thought the coin.

And what is this coin? - was heard at the same moment. - This is not our coin. Fake! No good!

This was the beginning of the story that she later told herself.

- “Fake! No good!" I'm all shook up! she said.

I knew that I was silver, of pure ringing and real chasing. That's right, they made a mistake, I think people can't speak about me like that. However, they were talking about me! They called me fake, I was no good! “Well, I’ll get it off my hands at dusk!” - said my master and sold the same. But in the daylight they again began to scold me: “False!”, “Not good!”, “We must get rid of it as soon as possible!”

And the coin trembled with fear and shame every time it was slipped to someone instead of the coin of that country.

Oh, I'm bitter! What do I care about my silver, my dignity, my coinage, when all this means nothing! In the eyes of people, you remain who they take you for! How terrible it really is to have an unclean conscience, to break through life in unclean ways, if it’s so hard for me, innocent of anything, just because I seem guilty! .. Every time I pass into new hands, I tremble at the sight, which will fall on me: I know that they will immediately throw me back on the table, as if I were some kind of liar!

Once I got to one poor woman: she got me in payment for hard day work. She could not get away with me, no one wanted to take me. I was a real disaster for the poor fellow.

“Really, you will have to deceive someone! - said the woman. - Where can I, with my poverty, keep a counterfeit coin! I’ll give it to a rich baker, he won’t go bankrupt from it, although it’s not good, I myself know it’s not good!

“Well, now I will lie on the conscience of a poor woman! I sighed. “Have I really changed so much in my old age?”

The woman went to a rich baker, but he knew too well about coins, and I did not have to lie long where they put me: he threw me in the poor woman's face. She was not given bread for me, and it was so bitter for me, so bitter to realize that I had been minted on the mountain by the Other! It's me, once so bold, self-confident, in my coinage, in a good ringing! And I was so discouraged, as soon as a coin can fall that no one wants to take. But the woman brought me back home, looked at me good-naturedly and kindly, and said:

“I don’t want to deceive anyone! I'll punch a hole in you, let everyone know that you're fake ... But anyway ... Wait, it occurred to me - maybe you're a lucky coin? Probably so! I’ll punch a hole in you, pull a string and hang you around the neck of a neighbor’s girl - let her wear it for good luck!

And she punched a hole in me. It's not particularly pleasant when you are punched, but for the sake of a good intention, a lot can be endured. A string was pulled through the hole, and I became like a medal. They hung me around the baby's neck, and she smiled at me, kissed me, and I spent the whole night on the warm, innocent baby breast.

In the morning, the girl's mother took me in her arms, looked at me and thought of something... I guessed right away! Then she took scissors and cut the string.

"Lucky coin! - she said. - Well, let's see! And she put me in acid, so that I turned all green: then she covered the hole, cleaned me a little, and at dusk went to the seller of lottery tickets to buy a ticket for good luck.

Oh, how hard it was for me! They squeezed me in a vise, broke me in half! I knew that they would call me fake, shame me in front of all the other coins that lie and are proud of their inscriptions and minting. But no! I escaped shame! There was such a crowd in the shop, the seller was so busy that without looking he threw me into the rescue, to other coins. Whether the ticket bought for me won, I don’t know, I only know that the very next day I was recognized as a fake, put aside and again sent to deceive - to deceive everyone! After all, this is simply unbearable for an honest nature - they won’t take it away from me! So I passed from hand to hand, from house to house for more than a year, and everywhere they scolded me, everywhere they got angry with me. No one believed in me, and I myself lost faith in myself and in people. It's been a tough time for me!

But one day a traveler appeared; of course, they immediately slipped me on him, and he was so simple that he took me for the coin there. But when he, in turn, wanted to pay with me, I again heard the cry: “Fake! No good!"

“I was given it for the real one! - said the traveler and looked at me more closely. And suddenly a smile appeared on his face. But looking at me, no one smiled for a long time. - No, what is it! - he said. - After all, this is our native coin, a good, honest coin of my homeland, and a hole was punched in it and they call it fake! That's funny! I need to hide you and take you home with me.

That's what made me happy! They again call me a good, honest coin, they want to take me home, where everyone will recognize me, they will know that I am silver, of real coinage! I would sparkle with joy, but it's not in my nature, steel emits sparks, not silver.

I was wrapped in a thin white piece of paper so as not to be mixed with other coins and not lost. They took me out only on solemn occasions, at meetings with fellow countrymen, and then they spoke of me unusually well. Everyone said that I was very interesting. It's funny how you can be interesting without saying a word.

And so I got home. My ordeals passed, a happy life flowed. After all, I was silver, of real coinage, and it didn’t harm me at all that a hole was punched in me, as in a fake one: what a trouble if in fact you are not fake! Yes, you need to have patience: time will pass, and everything will fall into place. I firmly believe in this! - the coin concluded its story.

There was a coin. She had just come out of the coinage, clean, fair, rolled and rang: “Hurrah! Now I’m going to walk around the world!” And she went.
The child tightly squeezed her in his warm little fist, the miser squeezed her with cold, sticky fingers, the older people twirled and turned in their hands many times, and the youth quickly put an edge and rolled on. The coin was silver, there was very little copper in it, and now it has been walking around the world for a whole year, that is, in the country where it was minted. Then she went to travel abroad and turned out to be the last native coin in the traveler's wallet. But he did not suspect of her existence until she herself fell under his arm.
- That's how! I still have one of our native coins! - he said. - Well, let him travel with me! And the coin jumped and jingled for joy as he put it back into his purse. Here she had to lie with foreign comrades, who kept changing: one gave way to another, and our coin still remained in the purse; it was some kind of distinction!
Many weeks have passed. The coin drove far, far from the homeland, but did not know where. She only heard from her neighbors that they were French or Italian, that they were now in such and such a city, but she herself had no idea about it: you won’t see much sitting in a bag like her! But then one day the coin noticed that the purse was not closed; she took it into her head to look at the world at least with one eye, and she slipped through the crack. She shouldn't have done it, but she was curious, well, it didn't go to her in vain! She fell into her pants pocket. In the evening, the purse was taken out of the pocket, and the coin remained where it lay. The trousers were taken out into the corridor to be cleaned, and then a coin fell out of his pocket onto the floor; no one heard it, no one saw it.
In the morning the dress was brought back into the room; the traveler got dressed and left, but the coin remained. Soon she was found on the floor, and she was to enter the service again; she ended up with three other coins.
“That's nice! Again I will go for a walk around the world, I will see new people, new customs! thought the coin.
- What is this coin? - was heard at the same moment. - This is not our coin. Fake! Doesn't fit anywhere!
It was then that the story began for the coin, about which she herself later told.
- “Fake! No good!" It pierced me through and through! she said. - I knew that I was pure silver, good ringing and real chasing! It is true, people were mistaken - they could not speak of me like that! However, they were talking about me! It was I who was called false, it was I who was no good! "Well, I'll get her off my hands at dusk!" - said my master and sold the same. But in the daylight they again began to scold me: “False!”, “No good!”, “We must get rid of her as soon as possible!”
And the coin trembled with shame and fear every time it was slipped to someone instead of a local coin.
- Oh, I'm an unfortunate coin! What is the use of my silver, my dignity, my coinage, when all this is of no use! In the eyes of the world, you will remain the one for whom he takes you! How terrible it must be to have an unclean conscience, to push forward along unclean paths, if it is so hard for me, innocent of anything, just because I seem guilty! which will fall on me now: I know that they will immediately throw me aside, abandon me, as if I were a liar!
Once I got to one poor woman; she got me in payment for hard day work. But she certainly could not get away with me - no one wanted to take me; I was a real misfortune for the poor fellow.
“Really, you will have to deceive someone! - said the woman. - Where can I, with my poverty, save counterfeit money! I'll give it to the rich baker, he won't go bankrupt from it! But still, it's not good! I know it's not good!"
“Well, now I will lie on the conscience of a poor woman! I sighed. “Have I really changed so much over time?”
And the woman went to the rich baker, but he knew all the coins too well, and I did not have to lie long where they put me - he threw me in the face of the poor woman. They didn’t give her bread for me, and I was so sad, so sad to realize that I was minted on the mountain by others! It's me, me, once so bold, self-confident, in my coinage, in a good ringing! And I was so discouraged, as soon as a coin can fall that no one wants to take. But the woman brought me back home, looked kindly and kindly at me and said:
“I don’t want to deceive anyone! I'll punch a hole in you, let everyone know that you're fake ... But anyway ... Wait, it occurred to me - maybe you're a lucky coin? Right, yes! I'll punch a hole in you, pull a string and hang it around the neck of a neighbor's girl - let her wear it for good luck!
And she punched a hole in me. It is not particularly pleasant to be pierced, but for the sake of a good purpose, much can be endured. A string was pulled through the hole, and I became like a medal. They hung me on the baby's neck; the little one smiled at me, kissed me, and I spent the whole night on the warm, innocent baby breast.
In the morning, the girl's mother took me in her arms, looked at me and thought of something - I immediately guessed! Then she took scissors and cut the string.
"Lucky coin! - she said. - We will see!" - And she put me in acid, so that I turned green all over, then wiped the hole, cleaned me a little and at dusk went to the seller of lottery tickets to buy a ticket for luck.
Oh, how hard it was for me! They squeezed me in a vise, broke me in half! I knew that they would call me fake, shame me in front of all the other coins that lie and are proud of their inscriptions and coinage. But no! I escaped shame! There was such a crowd in the shop, the seller was so busy that, without looking, he threw me into the rescue, to other coins. Whether the ticket bought for me won - I don’t know, but I know that the very next day I was recognized as a fake, put aside and again sent to deceive - to deceive everyone! But this is simply unbearable with an honest character - they won’t take it away from me! So I passed from hand to hand, from house to house for more than a year, and everywhere they scolded me, everywhere they got angry with me. No one believed in me, and I no longer believed in myself or in the world. It's been a tough time for me!
But one day a traveler appeared; of course, they immediately slipped me on him, and he was so simple that he took me for the local coin. But when he, in turn, wanted to pay with me, I again heard the cry: “Fake! No good!"
“I was given it for the real one! - said the traveler and looked at me more closely. Suddenly a smile appeared on his face: after all, looking at me, no one had smiled for a long time. - No, what is it! - he said. - After all, this is our native coin, a good, honest coin from my homeland, and a hole was punched in it and they call it fake! That's funny! I will have to save you and take you home with me!”
That's what made me happy! They again call me a good, honest coin, they want to take me home, where everyone will recognize me, they will know that I am pure silver, of real coinage! I would have sparkled with joy, but it is not in my nature: steel, not silver, emits sparks.
I was wrapped in a thin white piece of paper so as not to be mixed with other coins and not to be lost; they took me out only on solemn occasions, at meetings with fellow countrymen, and then they spoke of me unusually well. Everyone said that I was very interesting. It's funny how you can be interesting without saying a word!
And so I got home! My ordeals passed, a happy life flowed. After all, I was pure silver, of real coinage, and it didn’t harm me at all that a hole was punched in me, as in a fake one: what’s the trouble if you are not really fake! Yes, you need to have patience: time will pass, and everything will fall into place. I firmly believe in this! - the coin concluded its story.