Bugs, the one who laughs last laughs best. What does the phrase “he who laughs last laughs best” mean?

The gloomy one has the last laugh. It is believed that playful and cheerful children are healthier and happier than their melancholic peers. However, statistics say the opposite. An article published in the American journal Personality and Social Psychology provides data on

"Les deux paysans et le nuage"

"Guillot, disoit un jour Lucas
d'une voix triste et sombre,
ne vois-tu pas y aller
c'est un gros nuage noir? C'est un signe de l'effroyable
plus de malheurs. Pourquoi? Repond Guillot.
-pourquoi? Ressemble à ceci: ou je suis qu’un imbécile,
ou est-ce nuage, et de la grêle
qui sera de plus en abymer, du raisin, de l'avoine, de blé;
toute la récolte de la nouvelle
sera detruite en un instant.
Il ne reste plus rien; le village en ruines
dans trois mois, sera de la faim,
Puis la peste vient, nous périrons tous.
La peste! Dit Guillot: doucement, calmez-vous,
je ne le vois pas, un artiste du spectacle;
et s’il convient de parler selon mon sens,
c'est ce que je vois, c'est le contraire:
parce que c'est un nuage, bien sûr
pas de points de la grêle, de la porte e de pluie;
le sol est sec, combien de temps,
il sera bien arroser nos champs,
toute la récolte doit être décoré.
Nous aurons un lit de foin,
- plus de la moitié du blé, de la vigne d’abondance;
nous allons tous dans le luxe,
et de rien, de fûts, nous n'avons pas besoin.
C'est bien de voir que c'est! Dit Lucas en colère.
Mais chacun a ses yeux, répondit Guyot.
-oh! Puisqu'il en est ainsi, je ne dirai plus les mots,
attendons la fin de l'affaire:
rira bien qui rira le dernier, gloire à dieu,
Ce n'est pas moi qui pleure ici.
Ils s’ échauffoient les deux déjà, dans sa fureur,
ils alloient se gourmer, quand souffle le vent
et a emporté loin, très loin des nuages, de la peur;
ils ont eu peur, ni la grêle, ni la pluie"

A brief summary, because a Russian poetic translation could not be found. The peasants started talking about a rain cloud approaching their village. One suggested that it would bring disaster: crops would be lost, famine and general impoverishment would begin. Another, on the contrary, was convinced that the approaching rain would have a beneficial effect on the harvest and other peasant affairs. “The moral of this fable” Florian made is this: you shouldn’t talk about something ahead of time, be afraid or extol, “he who laughs last laughs best,” because the cloud passed by, and there was no rain or hail.

Jean-Pierre Florian

He came from an impoverished noble family. He was a distant relative of Voltaire, through whose patronage he was able to obtain the position of page of the Duke of Penthievre. He was quite a prolific writer. In addition to four books of fables, he wrote several short stories and short stories, plays, two poetic novels, and freely translated Don Quixote. During this time he was arrested and spent some time in prison, which ruined his health because, upon being released, he soon died.
Florian's fables are inferior in quality to the fables of Aesop or La Fontaine, which Florian himself realized. Talking about the history of writing fables, he admitted that he took many stories from his predecessors: German and Spanish fabulists

He who laughs last laughs best
From French: Rira bien, qui rira le dernier. Literally: He who laughs last will laugh best.
From the fable “Two Peasants and a Cloud” by the French writer and fabulist Jean Pierre Florian (1755-1794).
In Russia, this phrase became famous and entered Russian phraseology after the production of the comic opera “The Postman from Longjumeau” by the French composer Adolphe Charles Adam (1803-1856) on the Russian stage. In it, this expression was used (act. 2, scene 9) without indicating the source, as a common phrase that has long existed in the French language.

Encyclopedic Dictionary of winged words and expressions. - M.: “Locked-Press”. Vadim Serov. 2003.

He who laughs last laughs best

This expression belongs to the French writer Jean Pierre Florian (1775-1794), who used it in the fable “Two Peasants and a Cloud” (Fables, book 4): “Rira bien qui rira le dernier” - “He who laughs last will laugh well.”

Dictionary of catch words. Plutex. 2004.

See what “He who laughs last laughs best” means in other dictionaries:

He who laughs last laughs best- wing. sl. This expression belongs to the French writer Jean Pierre Florian (1775 1794), who used it in the fable “Two Peasants and a Cloud” (Fables, book 4): “Rira bien qui rira le dernier” “He who laughs last laughs best”... Universal additional practical explanatory dictionary by I. Mostitsky

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What does the phrase “he who laughs last laughs best” mean?

1. The Chinese have their own version: “Sit on the shore and wait for the corpse of your enemy to float past.”
2. Some controversial situations arise, and a person who begins to “celebrate” a victory in advance, as a rule, ends up in the fool! That's why they say so. More similar sayings:
   “share the skin of an unkilled bear”, “tell the gop when you jump over”, etc.
3. The one who gets what he wanted in a situation, or the one who benefits in the end, has the last laugh. This is not necessarily material - it can be approval, and the consciousness of one’s own rightness.
4. The purely Russian saying is similar: “Don’t dig a hole for someone else, you won’t end up in it yourself.” That is, don’t laugh at someone else’s misfortune, it can come to you too. (the correct answer has already been given by the previous answerer)
5. This is no laughing matter! When one place is upside down.
6. This means leaving trump cards in reserve. Use in extreme cases.
   The recommendation from the Bible is also suitable: “Have endless patience.”
7. An example is the retreat of the Russian army before the French. The main thing is tactics... and wisdom. Therefore, Kutuzov had the last laugh.
8. He who laughs laughs well...without consequences)))
9. THE ONE LAUGHS WELL WHO LAUGHS LAST (THE LAST). It is said as a warning to someone (often a participant in a dispute or conflict) who ridicules or criticizes another, risking later being found to be wrong. The proverb is a translation from a French expression from the fable Two Peasants and a Cloud by the writer Jean-Pierre Florian (1755-1794). Sometimes the proverb is given in French: Rira bien, qui lira le dernier. In this form it was often used in the 19th century. in the Russian literary language (Pisarev, Dostoevsky, Plekhanov).

   Sometimes some people around you find it funny what you are doing, or your plans make them laugh (usually from disbelief in necessity or reality!), but time passes and your work brings tangible, real results, and what kind of results, or your plans are implemented and very fortunate, THEN YOU WILL LAUGH at those who, because of their disbelief and arrogance, have been left in the cold!! !This proverb is also very suitable for the following: “Chickens are counted in the fall!” It has approximately the same meaning! that is, you should not evaluate the result of something when it is not finished yet! and also boast about the result until you have “raised all the chickens”!
   taken here

10. Almost the same as counting chickens in the fall. Good luck!
11. A synonym could be
    Don't say hop until you've jumped over
12. An ambiguous feeling arises when your mother-in-law (mother-in-law) flies into the abyss in your brand new Merc.
    An example for your situation:
    =Three flies are flying, two in front, one behind. The one in the back shouts: “Girls, there is glass in front!!!” The friends answer: “We see!!” Suddenly you hear boom, boom, boom. "Ha-ha-ha!!!", boom, sir.
13. Good is when everyone already understands the positive ending.
14. He who laughs laughs well... like a horse!

    He who knows how to laugh laughs well. The one who laughs last is usually the slow one)))

    He who laughs at himself laughs well - this could be the motto of KVN

    )) and by laughter you can understand... is it good for me))))))))) if it is from the heart))))))

    Does the one who laughs laugh well... without consequences...

15. equivalent to revenge - a dish served cold...
16. Well, the matter is not over yet, but someone already thinks that they have won and is laughing))
    In the end it turns out the other way around. Now the enemy is laughing) - he really feels good
17. He who laughs last laughs best

    From French: He who laughs last will laugh well.

    From the fable Two Peasants and a Cloud by the French writer and fabulist Jean Pierre Florian (1755 1794).

    In Russia, this phrase became famous and entered Russian phraseology after the production of the comic opera The Postman from Longjumeau by the French composer Adolphe Charles Adam (1803-1856) on the Russian stage. In it, this expression was used (act. 2, scene 9) without indicating the source, as a common phrase that has long existed in the French language.

18. Darling, you won't get another penny from me. Ha ha ha
    Answer: “Okay, but I’m letting you know that I have transferred all other property and jewelry to my mother.”
    he who laughs last laughs best
19. “Don’t say hello until you jump” - from the same series.... first finish what you started... don’t brag... better let others praise.... don’t tell in advance and don’t celebrate the victory, until you are 100% sure... think with your head before you do anything... It is said as a warning to someone who ridicules or criticizes another, risking later being wrong...
    Example... Lazio President Claudio Lotito said that he has accomplished everything he set out to do since 2004 and is ready to conquer new heights.

    “In 2004, many people laughed at me when I promised to lead Lazio to win a title and get the club’s finances in order,” Football Italia quotes Lotito. And so, we won the Cup and the Super Cup, and our balance is positive. It turns out that he who laughs last laughs best! We are ready to accept a development plan for another five years, and the tasks will be more serious.

The professor was awakened by a quiet laugh. He was always a light sleeper, so in especially windy weather, when drafts howled in the corridors, he often suffered from insomnia, and even Mrs. Noris sneaking quietly under the bedroom door made him widen his eyes and grind his teeth with anger. However, the cat, apparently, felt with her cat’s sixtieth sense how the Potions professor treated her, so she walked near Snape’s bedroom on very rare occasions - only if one of the students “accidentally” got lost in the corridors at night.

However, today something terrible happened: both Mrs. Noris and the caretaker Filch, in some incredible way, missed not one, but a whole dozen Hogwarts students, who suddenly found themselves in the teachers' wing early in the morning, and therefore Snape was awakened by a chuckle.

Peeves... Get out! – without opening his eyes, Severus barked, turning over to the other side. A languid, polyphonic sigh was heard, and the professor woke up abruptly and completely. At first he blinked in confusion at what he saw, sincerely wishing that it all turned out to be just another dream, but...

Good morning, professor! - Pansy Parkinson, a student of Slytherin, his own house, greeted him, blushing and lowering her eyes. The student was dressed in full uniform, her hair neatly braided, two textbooks under her arm, the most innocent expression on her face - there would have been nothing to complain about if this girl had not been sitting on his bed! And the worst thing is - surrounded by nine friends...

What are you allowing yourself?! – Snape muttered, clutching the blanket like a drowning man in a circle. – Five points each, okay?! Get out immediately!

But... Professor... - the girls were confused, apparently counting on a completely different reception.

Releasing his hand from under the blanket, Severus fumbled for his magic wand on the bedside table and, disregarding all the school rules prohibiting the use of magic on students, waved it, muttering a few words: the girls were carefully lifted out of bed, carried out into the corridor, and the door to the professor's bedroom slammed shut.

The sky outside the window was already bright pink, which meant there was no time to sleep. Trying not to think about the unfortunate incident, the professor washed himself, made the bed and reached for his robe... Pinned to it was a piece of paper in the shape of a heart. Angrily tearing off the valentine, the man turned it over, and only had time to read the words “with love” scrawled in beaded handwriting when the elemental magic that escaped instantly incinerated the unfortunate card. The sender remained unknown, which saved her life.

At breakfast, the professor was even more gloomy than usual, and hardly ate or drank: under the gaze of the female half of Hogwarts, a bite could not get into his throat.

Severus, are you okay? – the director turned to him with paternal concern, and his half-glasses sparkled provocatively.

Absolutely,” Snape muttered, looking for the Weasley twins at the Gryffindor table. Their job, no one else! Amortentia, damn her.

Fred and George were discussing something, actively gesticulating, and grins did not leave their impudent faces. Well, wait, will you...

When the Potions professor came down to the classroom, they were already waiting for him. He gritted his teeth and took on the most terrifying look. Potter, meeting his gaze, darted to the side, running into the know-it-all Granger, who immediately began to smile.

Professor Snape! Professor Snape, hello ... How are you? lifting them up. One, in a fit of love, dropped a thick tome right on Snape’s leg, and he hissed in pain.

Ten points from Gryffindor, and if even one more one drops her textbooks, she’ll have to glue and fix the binding after class!

It was in vain that he said this - old, battered textbooks rained down on the stairs. Snape covered his face with his hand.

Enter the classroom and sit down. Fast! – losing the remnants of self-control, he barked. A gaggle of students slipped through the door, giggling and whispering. Potter and Weasley looked at each other in confusion and looked questioningly at the professor. There was even a semblance of sympathy in the black-haired boy's eyes, and for the first time Severus Snape felt something like slight gratitude towards him.

Go, Potter, don’t delay the lesson, “and don’t ask anything,” his eyes said.

- Professor Snape, Professor Snape! – the unbearable Granger stretched out her hand, standing on tiptoe at her desk, if only he would pay attention to her.

Miss Granger, did I ask a question? – the teacher frowned. The students turned to Hermione, looking at her with indignant glances.

Professor, can I stay after class today? – the potion master’s eyebrows flew up. “I’m a little unclear about the composition of the potion, and if you would agree to help me figure it out...” Hermione’s eyes misted over from the pictures being presented. “God,” Ron whispered chokedly, blushing and trying to fit entirely into the cauldron. Harry understood him very much: he himself wanted to hide under his desk out of shame.

NO!!! – everyone jumped up from the teacher’s scream. - No detentions today! I'm very busy in the evening! And during the day! And at night! Everyone, be silent! Work! – he shouted even louder, anticipating a barrage of objections. The students obediently bent over the cauldrons, no, no, and throwing interested glances at him.

Snape sat down at the table and glanced at his watch. Merlin would take this arrow, why is it crawling so slowly?!

At the end of the lesson, he stormed out of the office, already at the threshold announcing that the lesson was over, and for the first time in the memory of the students, without checking the work done. He had no time for work - just to get to the laboratory safe and, if possible, unharmed, and then close the door.

A poltergeist suddenly appeared overhead and began showering the professor with confetti in the shape of pink hearts.

Peeves! Stop it immediately! – the already nervous professor squealed.

Peeves just laughed and suddenly screamed an ugly song throughout the corridor: “I forget my name when I see you, my dear...”

This was too much and Snape pulled out his wand. Sensing that things were starting to smell hot, Peeves disappeared with a slight pop, pouring another portion of hearts onto the professor’s head. Angrily brushing them away with his hand, the potion master headed to the laboratory with a sweeping step.

They were waiting for him in the laboratory. More likely, they were even waiting...

Slamming the door and turning the key in the lock, Snape turned around and came face to face with seventh year student Angelina Johnson.
- What are you doing here? – he frowned, and rage was clear in his voice.

I’m waiting for you... professor... - the newly-made captain of the Quidditch team purred and shrugged her shoulders, throwing off her robe. With a slight rustle, she slid to the floor, and Angelina grabbed the buttons of her shirt.

What? What? No... no, wait. What are you doing, student? – the shocked professor muttered, grabbing her wrists and stopping this dangerous activity.

Professor... - the girl’s face came close to him, and he didn’t have time to pull away when several things happened at once: Angelina kissed him on the lips, someone in the corridor shouted “alohomora!”, and the door to the laboratory swung open, a furious cry of “noooo!” » - and the quiet and balanced Hermione Granger grabbed her rival’s hair.

Snape was thrown towards the cabinet, from where flasks, cones and jars of all sizes and colors immediately rained down on him. And in the center of the small room, a black and red tangle of bodies screamed and raged.

Petrificus Totalus! – Severus barked, and the yelling and screaming instantly stopped. Two girls lay on the floor, stretched out and wildly rolling their eyes, here and there fragments of broken containers sparkled, multi-colored potions spread in puddles across the floor, and a delightful ringing silence reigned over all this.

Excuro! – the potion master waved his wand, cleaning up the destruction he had caused, then looked at the students. No, let them lie there a little longer, perhaps. See you tomorrow morning.

- Severus!

Severus, who was closing the door to the laboratory, shuddered and almost jumped, turning towards the woman's voice. Professor McGonagall hurried towards him, and she seemed to be sane.

Severus, have you seen Angelina Johnson? My team can't train without a captain! – the professor was seriously worried.

Johnson? No, I haven’t seen it, and where did it come from? “Seventh year students don’t have potions class today,” Snape replied with deliberate indifference. In the twilight of the laboratory, Angelina rolled her eyes even faster, but was unable to make any sound.

Yes, yes... It’s just that she was last seen near your laboratory, and I thought...

“She has nothing to do in my laboratory,” the man said, trying to add more coldness to his voice.

Yes, it is true. What should I do? I will continue to search. Here is a worthless girl, she scheduled a training session and disappeared! – the teacher muttered, heading away down the corridor. Pale Snape sighed and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His knees were shaking.

He didn’t show up for lunch and, I must say, he was pretty hungry, sitting in his office and making a potion. Oh, those Weasleys... But, as we know, he who laughs last laughs best.

However, potions are potions, and hunger is not a problem, so the professor went down to the Great Hall for dinner. Raising the collar of his robe and pressing his head into his shoulders, he quickly walked to his place at the teaching table, still catching that nasty whispering and giggling behind him.

Potter and the younger Weasleys looked worried about Hermione's absence, the twins kept throwing puzzled glances at Snape, probably suspecting him of Angelina's disappearance, and the female part of Hogwarts devoured him with their eyes instead of dinner.

Bending over the plate, the man tried to pay tribute to the efforts of the house elves, when suddenly a brown owl flew into the room, to whose paw a large envelope was tied, circled under the ceiling, and Snape felt with his fifth point that this late mail was for him.

And that’s right: having made the last big circle, the owl dropped the letter right on the top of the potion master’s head and flew out the window. The envelope had no return address, the “recipient” column read “Professor Severus Snape,” and it was covered in hearts.

Oh, how sweet, Severus! – Dumbledore smiled. - Come on, open it.

“Later,” Snape muttered, putting the letter aside. He had no intention of opening it - into the fireplace, and that’s all!

This must be a secret! “I understand,” the director winked conspiratorially, bending over his plate, and the potion master almost choked on a piece of potato.

The letter apparently had a spell placed on it that would work if it was not opened immediately. The envelope suddenly tore, revealing a huge sparkling valentine. It swung open, and a thin trembling voice floated through the hall, a hundredfold amplified by the echo: “I’m so used to living alone with you, alone with you... To meet the dawn and hear how you wake up not with me...”

Snape froze without raising his fork to his mouth. Malfoy giggled, McGonagall and Dumbledore hid their smiles, Sibyl, pressing her hands to her chest, smiled dreamily, and the song flowed and flowed...

R-reducto! – Severus froze, pointing his wand at the screaming card. There was a small explosion, and all that was left of the package was a handful of ash.

Well, why are you so rude, Severus... Some girl must have wanted to give you a pleasant surprise... - the director scolded the teacher without hiding his smile.

W-some kind? W-some kind? Y-yes, they ALL do p-pleasant surprises today! I'm stuttering already! – Snape jumped up and rushed headlong out of the hall. My nerves were gone.

What do you need, Miss P-parkinson? – he asked coldly... The student did not slow down, running into him and almost knocking him to the floor. To stay on his feet, he instinctively grabbed her shoulders.

Oh, Professor Snape! – sobbing from an excess of feelings, Pansy grabbed his robe with a death grip, and there was no way to tear it off. “That’s it, now I’ll spend the rest of my life like this,” Snape thought gloomily, “with a student on the robe.”

As luck would have it, Potter and Weasley were the first to appear around the bend. Seeing the professor hugging, they turned back.

P-Potter, Weasley! – Snape called out to them. He didn't have time, so apparently he'd have to resort to their help. “Take Miss Parkinson to the hospital wing!”

With triple efforts, the student managed to unhook the student from the potion master. She continued to sob and mutter “Professor Snape, Professor Snape,” and this muttering could be heard in the distance for a long time.

Professor Snape! – a new batch of female students appeared from around the corner, rushing to either hug him or tear a piece from him, and the man, pretending to be deaf, hurried away. Hiding from view in the nearest passage, he ran as fast as he could to his office. He ran like he had not run for a long time, and managed to get ahead of everyone!

Filch, the caretaker, was walking near the door.

Do you need something? – Snape said irritably. A few inches separated him from the saving room.

Yes... Professor, you know... I’m here... - the caretaker hesitated, taking small steps to get closer to the potions professor. “You see, you... I...” he took Snape by the hand, and suspicions immediately crept into his soul. – Professor, you are unusual, wonderful, the best person on earth! – Filch announced loudly, pressing the professor’s hand somewhere to the area of ​​​​the heart.

Y-yes, y-you're s-crazy! – pulling out the limb, Severus rushed to his office and slammed the door with a bang. An offended, rattling voice was heard from outside:

You have a heart of rare kindness! I know that I am not worthy of you... but you should know that...

Aaaaah!!! - the potion master, who had been restrained for the day, yelled, in a fit of rage, sweeping the contents of the table onto the floor. - Damn Weasleys, may you hiccup all night!!!

Somewhere around midnight, the loving outpourings of Argus Filch, now and then drowned out by the loving outpourings of the students, subsided: the effect of amortentia ended. Snape sleepily rubbed his twitching eye and fell weakly into the bed.

- Weasley! Good morning! – the potion master smiled widely, meeting the twins at the entrance to the Great Hall before breakfast.

“Good morning, Professor Snape,” they greeted in unison.

I sincerely wish you good luck today! – Snape grinned and patted the guys on the shoulders, and then proudly entered the Hall.

What is he talking about, what do you think? – George asked his brother.

“I don’t know, but it doesn’t mean anything good,” Fred muttered, “I’m giving Umbridge’s head to be cut off.”

Breakfast passed in a relatively calm atmosphere, and then Malfoy followed the twins, accompanied by his monkey-like bodyguard friends.

What do you want, blond? – George asked unkindly, but Draco, contrary to logic, was not offended.

“Guys,” he said soulfully and broke into the happiest smile. The twins looked at each other. – Guys, how great it is to study with you in the same school! – He affectionately took George’s hand. -What soft skin you have! How bright!

George tried to pull his hand away, but failed. Fred couldn't come to his aid: Crabbe and Goyle seemed to be reading him poems about love.

Harry! – Weasley was sincerely delighted. “I need your help...” his joy quickly subsided: Harry’s eyes sparkled like Malfoy Jr.’s, his lips curled into a smile. He hugged the frozen George.

“You are the best in the world,” Potter whispered somewhere in the neck area, and George suddenly understood everything.

Damn Snape!!!

The Hogwarts students who had had breakfast went in search of the twins...