Wilhelm Hauff
Little Muck
Little Muck
In the city of Nicaea, in my homeland, there lived a man whose name was Little Muk. Although I was a boy then, I remember him very well, especially since my father once gave me a sound beating because of him. At that time, Little Muk was already an old man, but he was tiny in stature. He looked rather funny: a huge head protruded from his small, skinny body, much larger than that of other people.
Little Muk lived in a big old house all alone. He even cooked his own lunch. Every afternoon thick smoke appeared over his house; Without this, the neighbors would not know whether the dwarf was alive or dead. Little Muk went outside only once a month - every first day. But in the evenings people often saw Little Mook walking on the flat roof of his house. From below, it seemed as if one huge head was moving back and forth across the roof.
My comrades and I were angry boys and loved to tease passers-by. When Little Mook left the house, it was a real holiday for us. On this day, we gathered in a crowd in front of his house and waited for him to come out. The door opened carefully. A large head in a huge turban protruded from it. The head was followed by the whole body in an old, faded robe and loose trousers. At the wide belt dangled a dagger, so long that it was difficult to tell whether the dagger was attached to Muk or Muk was attached to the dagger.
When Muk finally came out into the street, we greeted him with joyful cries and danced around him like crazy people. Muk nodded his head at us with importance and walked slowly down the street, his shoes slapping. His shoes were really huge - no one like them. never seen it before. And we boys ran after him and shouted: “Little Muk! Little Muck!" We even composed this song about him:
Little Mook, little Mook, Look around quickly, Look around quickly And catch us, little Mook!
We often made fun of the poor dwarf, and I have to admit, although I am ashamed, that I offended him more than anyone else. I always tried to grab Muk by the hem of his robe, and once I even deliberately stepped on his shoe so that the poor fellow fell. This seemed very funny to me, but I immediately lost the desire to laugh when I saw that Little Muk, with difficulty getting up, went straight to my father’s house. He didn't leave there for a long time. I hid behind the door and eagerly awaited what would happen next.
Finally the door opened and the dwarf came out. His father walked him to the threshold, respectfully supporting him by the arm, and bowed low to him in farewell. I did not feel very pleasant and for a long time did not dare to return home. Finally, hunger overcame my fear, and I timidly slipped through the door, not daring to raise my head.
“You, I heard, offend Little Muk,” my father told me sternly. “I’ll tell you his adventures, and you probably won’t laugh at the poor dwarf anymore.” But first you will get what you are entitled to.
And for such things I was entitled to a good spanking. After counting out the number of spanks, the father said:
Now listen carefully.
And he told me the story of Little Mook.
Father Muk (in fact, his name was not Muk, but Mukra) lived in Nicaea and was a respectable man, but not rich. Just like Muk, he always stayed at home and rarely went out. He really didn’t like Muk because he was a dwarf and didn’t teach him anything.
“You’ve been wearing out your childish shoes for a long time,” he said to the dwarf, “but you’re still just being naughty and idle.”
One day, Muk’s father fell in the street and was badly hurt. After this he fell ill and soon died. Little Muk was left alone, penniless. The father's relatives kicked Muk out of the house and said:
Walk around the world, maybe you will find your happiness.
Muk begged for himself only old trousers and a jacket - all that was left after his father. His father was tall and fat, but the dwarf, without thinking twice, shortened both his jacket and trousers and put them on. True, they were too wide, but the dwarf could not do anything about it. He wrapped a towel around his head instead of a turban, attached a dagger to his belt, took a stick in his hand and walked wherever his eyes led him.
He soon left the city and walked along the high road for two whole days. He was very tired and hungry. He had no food with him, and he chewed roots that grew in the field. And he had to spend the night right on the bare ground.
On the third day in the morning he saw from the top of a hill a large beautiful city, decorated with flags and banners. Little Muk gathered his last strength and went to this city.
“Maybe I will finally find my happiness there,” he said to himself.
Although it seemed that the city was very close, Muk had to walk the whole morning to get there. It was not until noon that he finally reached the city gates. The city was all built up with beautiful houses. The wide streets were full of people. Little Muk was very hungry, but no one opened the door for him and invited him to come in and rest.
The dwarf walked sadly through the streets, barely dragging his feet. He passed by one tall, beautiful house, and suddenly a window in this house opened and some old woman, leaning out, shouted:
Here, here - Food is ready! The table is set so that everyone is fed. Neighbors, here - food is ready!
And now the doors of the house opened, and dogs and cats began to come in - many, many cats and dogs. Muk thought and thought and also entered. Two kittens entered just before him, and he decided to keep up with them - the kittens probably knew where the kitchen was.
Muk went up the stairs and saw that old woman screaming from the window.
What do you need? - the old woman asked angrily.
“You called for dinner,” said Muk, “and I’m very hungry.” So I came.
The fairy tale tells about all the troubles and adversities that befell poor, ugly in appearance, but kind and sensitive inside, little Muk. After going through many trials, he becomes stronger and wiser. He is not attracted by his wealth. He wants justice. Lives to a ripe old age, endures insults, but cannot withstand cruel treatment.
The fairy tale shows that good triumphs over evil. We must respect people, old people. Even the quietest, weakest people. Money can't buy friends.
Read the summary of Gauf Little Muk
In my city (Nicaea) there lived a man. His physique was ridiculous: a huge head on a fragile body. They called him Little Muk. He rarely went outside and loved to walk on the roof. Our company loved to make fun of him. Having waited for the moment, we began to dance and toss our hats. There was a block of wood on the huge head, making it even larger.
In response, the old man, about a meter tall, calmly bowed and shuffled slowly forward. He was wearing an old robe and huge shoes, voluminous trousers and a large dagger. I must say that among everyone, I was the most cocky! Singing offensive rhymes, I stepped on huge shoes. Grandfather fell, then went to my house. I immediately stopped laughing.
Time passed, my father came out, and carefully holding the guest’s hand, he bowed many times. I will tell you the story of my life, but first I will punish you properly. He gave me twenty-five blows. And he began the story.
Mukra's father, who was poor but revered in the city, was ashamed of his son, did not give him an education and reproached him for his childish behavior. One day his father suffered a serious blow and quickly died.
The boy's relatives kicked him out of the house. After asking for his father's things, he set off. Of course, the size did not suit him, and the hero cut the robe, but did not remove the width. Having shut the dagger and taking a stick in his hands, he walked for two days. Thirst and hunger tormented him. The damp earth was his bed, and the grains in the fields were his food. On the morning of a new day, he saw a huge city. Only by lunchtime did he reach his goal, as his legs could barely move. Having put himself in order, he walked under the gate. Suddenly he heard the song of an old woman inviting him to eat, after her words, cats and dogs ran there. After some thought, he decided to take a risk by following the cats.
After listening to the story, the grandmother softened and left him to work. He laid the cats on silk pillows, fed and watered them. The cats got spoiled and began to break the dishes; when they heard the old woman’s steps, they lay down in their place. The mistress trusted her animals and scolded the servant! Realizing that it was bad without money, he decided to take his earnings. And then the day came when one of the dogs, whom Muk loved and was offended by the mistress, tugged at his pants, as if inviting him to follow her. They approached the secret door. There were antiques and containers of different shapes. He dropped one and broke the lid. I had to run!
Having looked at the huge shoes, and grabbing a cane with a lion's head, he rushed out of the house. For a long time the young man could not stop, as if an unprecedented force was helping him. Finally, he realized that these were shoes and he shouted as one stops horses and he stopped. Having fallen asleep, he saw a dog. The animal told about the magical properties of the shoes and the cane, which indicates where the treasure is.
It took him a while to learn to turn on the spot, but when he could, he flew to the square. He began to think: how to earn a living. He came up with the idea of hiring as a walker. After thinking, he went to the king. At the entrance he was stopped by the guards, who sent him to the overseer. He didn't like the hero's appearance. Thinking that the dwarf would make everyone laugh, he agreed!
The servant went to the king to tell about the sensation. The idea delighted the king, who appointed a competition outside the palace. When the king and his family were seated, the hero bowed. In response, he heard cheerful exclamations. The best walker was assigned to him. And so the princess gave the command, waving her handkerchief.
Having overtaken his opponent, Muk reached the goal first. Since the king laughed, everyone supported him. Muk threw himself at the king’s feet, and the sovereign promised a salary of one hundred coins a year. The king trusted him with the most urgent messages and thought that he had found his happiness. All the servants envied him. They tried to harm him. Since he was too kind, he thought that the wand would help him and the servants would treat him better. He heard rumors that the treasures of the king's father were buried somewhere. Every time he took his wand with him.
And then one day he got lucky. The wand knocked three times and with difficulty he dug up the pot of gold, taking a little and burying the rest. The shoes carried him into the bedroom, and he put coins under the pillow. He thought that with the help of coins he would find friends. It would be better if he flew away! By handing out coins, he made the situation worse. And so Korhuz made a dejected appearance to attract the king’s attention. He said that the king did not love him, the walker Muk was distributing gold, and the rest of the servants were without money. The king was convinced that Muk was robbing the treasury. The order was given to keep an eye on the thief.
Evening came when Muk again went for coins, he was caught and taken to the sleepy king. They brought a buried pot and a robe with money. The treasurer said that he caught Mook while he was burying the pot. Mook was sent to prison. In fear that he would be executed, the hero discovered the magical properties of the wand and the king realized that the treasurer was deceiving him. Then the sovereign demanded to reveal the secret of speed; the ruler, unable to resist, climbed into his shoes and ran until he fell. The king drove Muk out of his domain; he wandered into the wilderness. Seeing the juicy fruits, he ate them and leaned towards the stream, and was afraid of his own reflection. A long-nosed monster with donkey ears looked at him.
Heartbroken, he wandered through the forest. Nothing grew except the unfortunate fruits; he ate them again, but his ears and nose became the same. He wanted to teach the offenders a lesson. Mook sat down in front of the gate where the head cook who bought them usually buys food. The king liked the delicious dishes, but in the end the cook brought figs. Everyone took the treats, the king ate a lot of them, and the daughter noticed her father’s scary appearance. Everyone became ugly.
The messengers shouted at all ends that a doctor was needed. Rumors also reached Muk. Using the proceeds, he made himself a suit and a beard, and took a bag of antidote. At first they treated him with distrust, but then the king took him to his treasures and suggested that he take as much as he wanted. But, going to the shoes, he grabbed the cane, put on his shoes and was like that, shouting goodbye that the king would remain like this forever. And so he lives in abundance, despises people. After that, we treated the old man with respect.
Wilhelm Hauff. Its main idea is to instill in children tolerance and empathy for other people, in particular for the main character of the fairy tale. You can start the story on the topic “Gauf “Little Muk”: a summary” with the fact that a certain boy from the city of Nicea, together with his friends, loved to listen to amazing stories. They were told by one very wise old dwarf.
His name was Little Mook. The summary in continuation indicates that the boy then grew up and began to retell the stories of the dwarf, as if he himself was watching what was happening from the side. After all, he met Little Mook as a child, and he was a very funny and awkward person. His body was tiny, but his head was huge, larger than that of ordinary people.
“Little Muk”: summary
He lived completely alone in his big house. He went outside very rarely, mostly walking on the flat roof of his mansion.
When the children saw him, they often teased him, pulled his robe, and stepped on his huge shoes. One day our narrator also participated in this unpleasant action, for which Little Muk complained to the tomboy’s father. Although the boy was punished, he learned the story of the dwarf.
His real name was Mukra. His father was a poor man, but respected. They lived in the city of Nicaea. Since Muk was a dwarf, he almost always stayed at home. The father did not like his son because of his ugliness, so he did not teach him anything. When his father died, Muk was 16 years old, his entire inheritance - including the house - went to pay off debts. Muk only got his father's things.
In search of happiness
The summary of the fairy tale “Little Muk” continues its development with the fact that the poor guy went to wander and seek his happiness. It was hard for him, he was tormented by hunger and thirst, and finally, one day he came to the city where he saw an old woman - Mrs. Ahavzi. She invited everyone who wanted to eat. But for some reason, only cats and dogs came running to her from all over the area.
The emaciated dwarf also decided to approach. He told her his sad story, and she left him with her to look after her pets, of which the old woman had a lot. But soon the animals became so impudent that as soon as the old woman went about her business, they immediately began to destroy everything around. And then they complained that Little Mook did it. The summary tells that the old woman, of course, believed her beloved charges.
Magic trophies
And then one day, when the dwarf was in Mrs. Akhavzi’s room, the cat broke a vase there. Muk realized that he couldn’t help himself and ran away from her house, grabbing his wand and his grandmother’s shoes, since his own were already completely worn out. After all, she didn’t pay him any money anyway.
As it turned out later, these things were magical. As soon as he turned on his heel three times, he ended up where he wanted. And the cane helped to look for treasures.
Muk-fleet
Muk reached the nearest city and became the king’s runner. At first, everyone laughed at him until they saw how he was the first to reach the finish line in the competition. Then everyone in the kingdom hated him. And the dwarf decided that he could get their love through money, and began to distribute silver and gold, which he found with the help of his magic wand. But this did not happen; on the contrary, he was accused of theft and put in prison. To avoid being executed, he told the king his secret about the shoes and the wand, then Little Mook was released, but the things were taken away.
Dates
The summary of the story “Little Muk” will further tell us that the poor dwarf went traveling again. And suddenly he found two date trees with ripened fruits, which he decided to eat. Having eaten the fruits from one tree, he felt that donkey ears and a huge nose had grown on him; after eating the fruits of another tree, everything disappeared from him. Then Muk decided to go back to the city to start trading these funny fruits. The chief cook at the court collected dates and fed them to all the courtiers along with the king. Everyone liked the great taste of dates, but when they discovered their deformity, they got scared and began urgently looking for doctors.
Revenge
Little Muk, disguised as a healer, came to the palace and healed one of the depicted servants. Then the king promised him a lot of money. But he chose shoes and a wand, tore off his beard and instantly disappeared.
The king saw that it was Little Mook. The summary ends with him leaving the king forever a freak. Since then, the wise dwarf has lived in the city, where the boys teased him, but after the story was told, they stopped laughing at him, and even on the contrary, they began to respect and bow to him when they met.
Wilhelm Hauff
Little Muck
Little Muck
In the city of Nicaea, in my homeland, there lived a man whose name was Little Muk. Although I was a boy then, I remember him very well, especially since my father once gave me a sound beating because of him. At that time, Little Muk was already an old man, but he was tiny in stature. He looked rather funny: a huge head protruded from his small, skinny body, much larger than that of other people.
Little Muk lived in a big old house all alone. He even cooked his own lunch. Every afternoon thick smoke appeared over his house; Without this, the neighbors would not know whether the dwarf was alive or dead. Little Muk went outside only once a month - every first day. But in the evenings people often saw Little Mook walking on the flat roof of his house. From below, it seemed as if one huge head was moving back and forth across the roof.
My comrades and I were angry boys and loved to tease passers-by. When Little Mook left the house, it was a real holiday for us. On this day, we gathered in a crowd in front of his house and waited for him to come out. The door opened carefully. A large head in a huge turban protruded from it. The head was followed by the whole body in an old, faded robe and loose trousers. At the wide belt dangled a dagger, so long that it was difficult to tell whether the dagger was attached to Muk or Muk was attached to the dagger.
When Muk finally came out into the street, we greeted him with joyful cries and danced around him like crazy people. Muk nodded his head at us with importance and walked slowly down the street, his shoes slapping. His shoes were really huge - no one like them. never seen it before. And we boys ran after him and shouted: “Little Muk! Little Muck!" We even composed this song about him:
Little Mook, little Mook,
Take a quick look around
Take a quick look around
And catch us, little Mook!
We often made fun of the poor dwarf, and I have to admit, although I am ashamed, that I offended him more than anyone else. I always tried to grab Muk by the hem of his robe, and once I even deliberately stepped on his shoe so that the poor fellow fell. This seemed very funny to me, but I immediately lost the desire to laugh when I saw that Little Muk, with difficulty getting up, went straight to my father’s house. He didn't leave there for a long time. I hid behind the door and eagerly awaited what would happen next.
Finally the door opened and the dwarf came out. His father walked him to the threshold, respectfully supporting him by the arm, and bowed low to him in farewell. I did not feel very pleasant and for a long time did not dare to return home. Finally, hunger overcame my fear, and I timidly slipped through the door, not daring to raise my head.
“You, I heard, offend Little Muk,” my father told me sternly. “I’ll tell you his adventures, and you probably won’t laugh at the poor dwarf anymore.” But first you will get what you are entitled to.
And for such things I was entitled to a good spanking. After counting out the number of spanks, the father said:
Now listen carefully.
And he told me the story of Little Mook.
Father Muk (in fact, his name was not Muk, but Mukra) lived in Nicaea and was a respectable man, but not rich. Just like Muk, he always stayed at home and rarely went out. He really didn’t like Muk because he was a dwarf and didn’t teach him anything.
“You’ve been wearing out your childish shoes for a long time,” he said to the dwarf, “but you’re still just being naughty and idle.”
One day, Muk’s father fell in the street and was badly hurt. After this he fell ill and soon died. Little Muk was left alone, penniless. The father's relatives kicked Muk out of the house and said:
Walk around the world, maybe you will find your happiness.
Muk begged for himself only old trousers and a jacket - all that was left after his father. His father was tall and fat, but the dwarf, without thinking twice, shortened both his jacket and trousers and put them on. True, they were too wide, but the dwarf could not do anything about it. He wrapped a towel around his head instead of a turban, attached a dagger to his belt, took a stick in his hand and walked wherever his eyes led him.
He soon left the city and walked along the high road for two whole days. He was very tired and hungry. He had no food with him, and he chewed roots that grew in the field. And he had to spend the night right on the bare ground.
On the third day in the morning he saw from the top of a hill a large beautiful city, decorated with flags and banners. Little Muk gathered his last strength and went to this city.
“Maybe I will finally find my happiness there,” he said to himself.
Although it seemed that the city was very close, Muk had to walk the whole morning to get there. It was not until noon that he finally reached the city gates. The city was all built up with beautiful houses. The wide streets were full of people. Little Muk was very hungry, but no one opened the door for him and invited him to come in and rest.
The dwarf walked sadly through the streets, barely dragging his feet. He passed by one tall, beautiful house, and suddenly a window in this house opened and some old woman, leaning out, shouted:
Here, here -
The food is ready!
The table is set
So that everyone is full.
Neighbors, here -
The food is ready!
And now the doors of the house opened, and dogs and cats began to come in - many, many cats and dogs. Muk thought and thought and also entered. Two kittens entered just before him, and he decided to keep up with them - the kittens probably knew where the kitchen was.
Muk went up the stairs and saw that old woman screaming from the window.
What do you need? - the old woman asked angrily.
“You called for dinner,” said Muk, “and I’m very hungry.” So I came.
The old woman laughed loudly and said:
Where did you come from, boy? Everyone in town knows that I cook dinner just for my cute cats. And so that they don’t get bored, I invite neighbors to join them.
“Feed me at the same time,” Muk asked.
He told the old woman how hard it was for him when his father died, and the old woman took pity on him. She fed the dwarf to his fill and, when Little Muk had eaten and rested, she said to him:
You know what, Mook? Stay and serve with me. My work is easy, and your life will be good.
Mook liked the cat's dinner and agreed. Mrs. Ahavzi (that was the old woman's name) had two cats and four female cats. Every morning Muk combed their fur and rubbed it with precious ointments. At dinner he served them food, and in the evening he put them to bed on a soft feather bed and covered them with a velvet blanket.
In addition to the cats, four other dogs lived in the house. The dwarf also had to look after them, but there was less fuss with dogs than with cats. Mrs. Akhavzi loved cats as if she were her own children.
Little Muk was as bored with the old woman as with his father: he saw no one except cats and dogs.
At first, the dwarf still lived well. There was almost no work, but he was fed well, and the old woman was very pleased with him. But then the cats got spoiled for something. Only the old woman is at the door - they immediately start rushing around the rooms like mad. They will scatter all your things, and even break expensive dishes. But as soon as they heard Akhavzi’s steps on the stairs, they instantly jumped onto the feather bed, curled up, tucked their tails between their legs and lay as if nothing had happened. And the old woman sees that the room is in ruins, and well, she scolds Little Mook. Let her justify herself as much as she wants - she trusts her cats more than her servant. It is immediately clear from the cats that they are not to blame for anything.