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A gray-haired old man of small stature with a big nose tells his friends in the evenings about the adventures that he himself experienced. Having spent the night in a snowy field, he tied the horse to a post, and waking up, found that the horse was hanging on the font of the highest cathedral. TO rides into town on a wolf. And hunting ducks through the chimney, he gets them already fried and surrounded by apples.
And once, while hunting, the baron did not want to kill the fox, and she herself jumped out of her own skin.
Getting bogged down in the swamp, he managed to pull himself out by the hair. And once the ducks helped him: they pulled him out of the swamp and took him home on themselves.
The baron was generally very fond of hunting and many of his adventures are connected with this pleasant pastime. Once he shot a deer with a cherry stone, and a year later he saw the same deer with a huge cherry tree on its head.
Conclusion (my opinion)
The Baron, of course, is the most amusing liar, but he composes his stories with such humor and fantasy that he wants to believe. Yes, and he lies not for selfish purposes, but to make it fun and interesting for everyone.It is believed that the fantastic Adventures of Baron Munchausen are based on the stories of a baron with the same surname who really lived in Germany in the 18th century. He was a military man, served for some time in Russia and fought with the Turks. Returning to his estate and Germany, Munchausen soon became known as a witty storyteller who invented the most incredible adventures.
In 1786, the German writer Raspe processed these stories and published them. He is considered to be the author of the book.
(Excerpts)
A little old man with a big nose was sitting by the fireplace and talking about his adventures. They listened to him and laughed:
- Oh yes Munchausen! That's the baron!
But he did not even look at them and continued to calmly tell how he flew to the moon, how he lived among three-legged people, how he was swallowed by a huge fish.
When one of the visitors, after listening to the baron, said that these are all your thoughts, Munchausen replied:
“Those counts, barons, princes and sultans, whom I had the honor to call my best friends, always said that I was the most truthful person on earth ...
Here are some stories of "the most truthful man on earth."
Horse on the roof
I went to Russia on horseback. It was winter, it was snowing heavily. My horse was tired and began to stumble: I also wanted to rest. But on the way I did not come across a single village. Then I decided to spend the night in open field.
There is no bush or tree around, only some kind of column sticks out. I claimed the horse to the post, and I myself lay down beside me and fell asleep.
I slept for a long time. And when I woke up, I saw that I was not lying in the field, but in the village, there was a church nearby, and my horse was neighing on the roof of the church.
I thought about it and realized what happened. Last night the whole village was covered with snow, and only the top of the cross was sticking out. I did not know that it was a cross, and tied my tired horse to it. And at night, when I was sleeping, a strong thaw began, the snow melted, and I found myself on the ground. But my poor horse remained there on the roof.
Without hesitation, I shot, the bridle in half, and the horse quickly came down to me.
Partridges on a ramrod
Oh, resourcefulness is a great thing! Once I happened to shoot seven partridges with one shot.
And it was like that.
I came back from hunting with all my bullets gone. Suddenly, seven partridges fluttered out from under my feet. Of course, I could not let such excellent prey escape me.
I loaded the gun - what do you think? - a ramrod! Yes, with an ordinary ramrod, which is used to clean guns. Then I ran to the partridges, scared them off and fired. Partridges took off one after another, and my ramrod pierced seven at once. All seven partridges fell at my feet.
I picked them up and was amazed to see that they were fried! Yes, they are dust-fried!
However, it could not be otherwise: after all, my ramrod was very hot from the shot, and the partridges, having hit it, could not help but fry.
I ate with great gusto.
It is believed that the fantastic Adventures of Baron Munchausen are based on the stories of a baron with the same surname who really lived in Germany in the 18th century. He was a military man, served for some time in Russia and fought with the Turks. Returning to his estate and Germany, Munchausen soon became known as a witty storyteller who invented the most incredible adventures.
In 1786, the German writer Raspe processed these stories and published them. He is considered to be the author of the book.
(Excerpts)
A little old man with a big nose was sitting by the fireplace and talking about his adventures. They listened to him and laughed:
- Oh yes Munchausen! That's the baron!
But he did not even look at them and continued to calmly tell how he flew to the moon, how he lived among three-legged people, how he was swallowed by a huge fish.
When one of the visitors, after listening to the baron, said that these are all your thoughts, Munchausen replied:
“Those counts, barons, princes and sultans, whom I had the honor to call my best friends, always said that I was the most truthful person on earth ...
Here are some stories of "the most truthful man on earth."
Horse on the roof
I went to Russia on horseback. It was winter, it was snowing heavily. My horse was tired and began to stumble: I also wanted to rest. But on the way I did not come across a single village. Then I decided to spend the night in an open field.
There is no bush or tree around, only some kind of column sticks out. I claimed the horse to the post, and I myself lay down beside me and fell asleep.
I slept for a long time. And when I woke up, I saw that I was not lying in the field, but in the village, there was a church nearby, and my horse was neighing on the roof of the church.
I thought about it and realized what happened. Last night the whole village was covered with snow, and only the top of the cross was sticking out. I did not know that it was a cross, and tied my tired horse to it. And at night, when I was sleeping, a strong thaw began, the snow melted, and I found myself on the ground. But my poor horse remained there on the roof.
Without hesitation, I shot, the bridle in half, and the horse quickly came down to me.
Partridges on a ramrod
Oh, resourcefulness is a great thing! Once I happened to shoot seven partridges with one shot.
And it was like that.
I came back from hunting with all my bullets gone. Suddenly, seven partridges fluttered out from under my feet. Of course, I could not let such excellent prey escape me.
I loaded the gun - what do you think? - a ramrod! Yes, with an ordinary ramrod, which is used to clean guns. Then I ran to the partridges, scared them off and fired. Partridges took off one after another, and my ramrod pierced seven at once. All seven partridges fell at my feet.
I picked them up and was amazed to see that they were fried! Yes, they are dust-fried!
However, it could not be otherwise: after all, my ramrod was very hot from the shot, and the partridges, having hit it, could not help but fry.
I ate with great gusto.
A little old man with a big nose sits by the fireplace and talks about his incredible adventures, convincing listeners that these stories are true.
Being in winter in Russia, the baron fell asleep right in the open field, tying his horse to a small post. Waking up, M. saw that he was in the middle of the town, and the horse was tied to the cross on the bell tower - during the night the snow that completely covered the city melted, and small column turned out to be the snow-covered top of the bell tower. Having shot the bridle in half, the baron lowered his horse. Traveling no longer on horseback, but in a sleigh, the baron met a wolf. From fear, M. fell to the bottom of the sleigh and closed his eyes. The wolf jumped over the passenger and ate back horses. Under the blows of the whip, the beast rushed forward, squeezed out the front part of the horse and harnessed to the harness. Three hours later, M. rolled into St. Petersburg on a sleigh, which was harnessed to a ferocious wolf.
Seeing a flock of wild ducks on the pond near the house, the baron rushed out of the house with a gun. M. hit his head on the door - sparks fell from his eyes. Having already aimed at the duck, the baron realized that he had not taken the flint with him, but this did not stop him: he set fire to the gunpowder with sparks from his own eye, hitting it with his fist. M. did not lose his head during another hunt, when he came across a lake full of ducks, when he no longer had bullets: the baron strung the ducks on a string, luring the birds with a piece of slippery lard. Duck "beads" took off and carried the hunter to the house; twisting the necks of a pair of ducks, the baron descended unharmed into the chimney of his own kitchen. The absence of bullets did not spoil the next hunt either: M. loaded the gun with a ramrod and strung 7 partridges on it with one shot, and the birds immediately fried on a hot rod. In order not to spoil the skin of the magnificent fox, the baron shot it with a long needle. Nailing the beast to a tree, M. began to whip it with a whip so hard that the fox jumped out of her fur coat and ran away naked.
And having shot at a pig walking through the forest with his son, the baron shot off a pig tail. The blind pig could not go further, having lost its guide (she held on to the tail of the cub, which led her along the paths); M. grabbed the tail and led the pig straight into his kitchen. Soon the wild boar also went there: chasing M., the wild boar got its fangs stuck in a tree; the baron had only to tie him up and take him home. Another time, M. loaded his gun with a cherry pit, not wanting to miss a handsome deer - however, the beast ran away anyway. A year later, our hunter met the same deer, between the horns of which flaunted a magnificent Cherry tree. Having killed the deer, M. got both roast and compote at once. When the wolf attacked him again, the baron thrust his fist deeper into the wolf's mouth and turned the predator inside out. The wolf dropped dead; his fur made an excellent jacket.
The mad dog bit the baron's coat; she, too, went berserk and tore all the clothes in the closet. Only after the shot did the fur coat let itself be tied up and hung in a separate closet.
Another wonderful animal was caught while hunting with a dog: M. chased a hare for 3 days before he was able to shoot him. It turned out that the animal has 8 legs (4 on the stomach and 4 on the back). After this chase, the dog died. Grieving, the baron ordered a jacket to be sewn from her skin. The new thing turned out to be difficult: it smells prey and pulls towards a wolf or a hare, which it strives to kill with firing buttons.
While in Lithuania, the baron curbed a rabid horse. Wanting to show off in front of the ladies, M. flew into the dining room on it and carefully prancing on the table, without breaking anything. For such grace, the baron received a horse as a gift. Perhaps, on this very horse, the baron broke into the Turkish fortress when the Turks were already closing the gates - and cut off the back half of the horse M. When the horse decided to drink water from the fountain, the liquid poured out of it. Having caught the back half in the meadow, the doctor sewed both parts together with laurel rods, from which a gazebo soon grew. And in order to reconnoiter the number of Turkish guns, the baron jumped on the cannonball launched into their camp. The brave man returned to his oncoming core. Having got into the swamp with his horse, M. risked drowning, but he grabbed tightly by the pigtail of his wig and pulled them both out.
When the baron nevertheless was captured by the Turks, he was appointed a bee shepherd. Beating off a bee from 2 bears, M. threw a silver hatchet at the robbers - so much so that he threw it on the moon. On a long stalk of locally grown chickpeas, the shepherd climbed to the moon and found his weapon on a pile of rotten straw. The sun dried the peas, so we had to go down a rope woven from rotten straw, periodically cutting it off and tying it to our own end. But 3-4 miles before the Earth, the rope broke and M. fell, breaking through big hole, from which he climbed the stairs dug out with his nails. And the bears got what they deserved: the baron caught the clubfoot on a shaft smeared with honey, into which he hammered a nail behind the strung bear. The Sultan laughed his head off at this idea.
Having gone home from captivity, M. on a narrow path could not miss the oncoming carriage. I had to take the carriage on my shoulders, and the horses under the armpits, and in two passes to transfer my belongings through another carriage. The baron's coachman diligently blew his horn, but could not blow out a single sound. In the hotel, the horn thawed and thawed sounds poured out of it.
When the baron sailed off the coast of India, a hurricane uprooted several thousand trees on the island and carried them to the clouds. When the storm ended, the trees fell into place and took root - all but one, on which two peasants gathered cucumbers (the only food of the natives). The fat peasants tilted the tree and it fell on the king, crushing him. The inhabitants of the island were terribly delighted and offered the crown to M., but he refused, because he did not like cucumbers. After the storm, the ship arrived in Ceylon. While hunting with the governor's son, the traveler got lost and came across a huge lion. The baron started to run, but a crocodile had already crept up behind him. M. fell to the ground; the lion jumped on him and landed right in the mouth of the crocodile. The hunter cut off the head of the lion and drove it so deep into the mouth of the crocodile that he suffocated. The governor's son could only congratulate his friend on his victory.
Then M. went to America. On the way, the ship came across an underwater rock. From hard hit one of the sailors flew off into the sea, but grabbed the heron's beak and so stayed on the water until rescue, and the baron's head fell into his stomach (for several months he pulled it out by the hair). The rock turned out to be a whale that woke up and, in a fit of rage, dragged the ship by anchor across the sea all day. On the way back, the crew found the corpse of a giant fish and cut off the head. In a hole in a rotten tooth, the sailors found their anchor along with the chain. Suddenly, water gushed into the hole, but M. plugged the hole with his booty and saved everyone from death.
Floating in the Mediterranean off the coast of Italy, the baron was swallowed by a fish - or rather, he himself shrunk into a ball and rushed straight into the open mouth so as not to be torn to pieces. From his stomp and fuss, the fish screamed and stuck its muzzle out of the water. The sailors killed it with a harpoon and cut it with an ax, freeing the captive, who greeted them with a kind bow.
The ship sailed to Turkey. The Sultan invited M. to dinner and entrusted the case in Egypt. On the way there, M. met a small runner with weights on his feet, a man with sensitive hearing, a well-aimed hunter, a strong man and a hero, who turned the windmill blades with air from his nostrils. The baron took these guys into his servants. A week later, the baron returned to Turkey. During lunch, the Sultan specially for dear guest took out a bottle of good wine from a secret cupboard, but M. said that the Chinese Bogdykhan had better wine. To this, the sultan replied that if, as proof, the baron did not deliver a bottle of this very wine by 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the braggart would be cut off his head. As a reward, M. demanded as much gold as 1 person could carry at a time. With the help of new servants, the baron obtained wine, and the strong man took out all the Sultan's gold. On full sail, M. hastened to go to sea.
The entire military fleet of the Sultan set off in pursuit. A servant with mighty nostrils sent the fleet back to the harbor, and drove his ship all the way to Italy. M. lived a rich life, but a quiet life was not for him. The baron rushed to the war between the British and the Spaniards, and even made his way to the besieged English fortress of Gibraltar. On the advice of M., the British directed the muzzle of their cannon exactly in the direction of the muzzle of the Spanish cannon, as a result of which the cannonballs collided and both flew towards the Spaniards, and the Spanish cannonball pierced the roof of one shack and got stuck in the throat of the old woman. Her husband brought her a snuff of tobacco, she sneezed and the ball flew out. In gratitude for useful advice the general wanted to make M. a colonel, but he refused. Disguised as a Spanish priest, the baron crept into the enemy camp and threw the cannons of the dadelko from the shore, burned wooden means movement. The Spanish army fled in horror, thinking that they had been visited by a myriad of English hordes during the night.
Having settled in London, M. once fell asleep in the muzzle of an old cannon, where he hid from the heat. But the gunner fired in honor of the victory over the Spaniards, and the baron hit his head in a haystack. For 3 months he stuck out of the haystack, losing consciousness. in the autumn, when the workers were stirring up the haystack with pitchforks, M. woke up, fell on the owner's head and broke his neck, to which everyone was only delighted.
The famous traveler Finne invited the baron on an expedition to the North Pole, where M. was attacked polar bear. The baron dodged and cut off 3 fingers on the hind leg of the beast, he released him and was shot dead. Several thousand bears surrounded the traveler, but he pulled on the skin of a dead bear and killed all the bears with a knife in the back of the head. The skins were skinned from the dead animals, and the carcasses were cut into hams.
In England, M. had already given up traveling, but his wealthy relative wanted to see the giants. In search of giants, the expedition sailed along Southern Ocean, but the storm lifted the ship behind the clouds, where, after a long “sail”, the ship landed on the Moon. Travelers were surrounded by huge monsters on three-headed eagles (a radish instead of a weapon, fly agaric shields; the stomach is like a suitcase, only 1 finger on the hand, the head can be removed, and the eyes can be taken out and changed; new residents grow on trees like nuts, and when they grow old, they melt in air).
And this swim was not the last. On a half-wrecked Dutch ship, M. sailed on the sea, which suddenly turned white - it was milk. The ship landed on an island made of excellent Dutch cheese, on which even grape juice was milk, and the rivers were not only milk, but also beer. The locals were three-legged, and the birds made huge nests. Travelers were severely punished for lying here, with which M. could not but agree, for he cannot stand lies. As his ship sailed, the trees bowed twice. Wandering the seas without a compass, sailors met various sea monsters. One fish, quenching its thirst, swallowed the ship. Her stomach was literally stuffed with ships; when the water receded, M. went for a walk with the captain and met many sailors from all over the world. At the suggestion of the baron, the two highest masts were placed upright in the mouth of the fish, so the ships could swim out - and ended up in the Caspian Sea. M. hurried ashore, declaring that he had had enough adventures.
But as soon as M. got out of the boat, a bear attacked him. The Baron gripped his front paws so hard that he roared in pain. M. kept the clubfoot for 3 days and 3 nights, until he died of hunger, as he could not suck his paw. Since then, not a single bear has dared to attack the resourceful baron.
Option 2
By a hot fire, a little old man with an impressive nose tells his adventures, vouching that all of them are the purest truth.
Traveling around Russia, Baron Munchausen fell asleep in an open field, and tied his horse to a post. In the morning, when the snow melted, the pillar turned out to be the top of the bell tower. Having shot through the bridle, M. descended to the ground and continued on his way in the sleigh. On the way, he met a wolf who ate the back of the mare, but the baron managed to harness it and continued on his way.
Then the baron told the audience about his unprecedented success in hunting. Shooting ducks, he set fire to gunpowder in a gun with sparks from his eyes, another time he caught them with a string, he managed to plant seven partridges on a burning ramrod, and with the help of a long needle he caught a fox and with blows of a whip forced her to throw off her luxurious skin intact. On another hunt, instead of a bullet, M. fired a cherry pit at a deer. The beast managed to escape, but a year later the baron shot him, having received both meat and compote from the cherries of a tree that grew on the forehead of a deer. The jacket made of a dog helped the Baron to hunt very much; she points out to him the trail of a wolf and a hare.
Once the baron was captured by the Turks and they appointed him to graze their bees. Protecting bees from bears, M. found himself on the moon, from where he was able to descend by tying a very long rope of rotten straw. He lured the bears to a shaft smeared with honey. The Sultan appreciated the captive's invention and let him go home. Returning to his homeland, M. had to carry a carriage and horses in his hands in order to pass on a narrow road with an oncoming cart.
Finding himself on the island of Ceylon, M. almost became a victim of a lion and a crocodile. But he managed to cut off the head of the lion and pushed it so deep into the mouth of the crocodile that he suffocated. After that, the baron went to America, but on the way his ship was swallowed by a huge whale. There were hundreds of ships in his belly, and thanks to the resourcefulness of M., they all managed to get out.
The baron again went to Turkey, taking as his servant a runner, a man with a very sensitive ear, a strong man and a hero blower. He made a bet with the Sultan for all his gold that the Chinese ruler had the best wines on the ground. He ordered a bottle of Chinese wine to be delivered to him at four o'clock to check it out. With the help of the servants, M. won the argument and the strong man took away all the gold of the Sultan. The entire fleet of the Sultan was sent after them, but the hero blower easily broke away from them. M. got to Italy and began to live for his own pleasure, but soon decided to take part in the war between the British and the Spaniards. Thanks to his resourcefulness and courage, the English army won, and the baron settled in London. Together with his relative, who dreamed of seeing giants, he went on a journey and ended up on an island of cheese, where milk and beer rivers flowed everywhere. Any lie was severely punished here, and M. fully supported this custom, because most of all he hated deceit in any of its forms.
After this adventure, the baron decided to settle down, but as soon as he stepped ashore, he found himself in the arms of a ferocious bear. M. managed to overcome him and since then not a single animal dares to attack him.
Summary of The Adventures of Baron Munchausen Raspe
THE MOST TRUE PERSON ON EARTH
little old man with long nose sits by the fireplace and talks about his adventures.
His listeners laugh right in his eyes:
Oh yes Munchausen! That's the baron!
But he doesn't even look at them.
He calmly continues to tell how he flew to the moon, how he lived among three-legged people, how he was swallowed by a huge fish, how his head was torn off.
Once a passer-by was listening and listening to him and suddenly shouted:
All this is fiction! There was none of what you're talking about.
The old man frowned and answered importantly:
Those counts, barons, princes and sultans, whom I had the honor to call my best friends, always said that I was the most truthful person on earth.
Louder laughter all around.
Munchausen is a truthful man! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!
And Munchausen, as if nothing had happened, continued to talk about what a wonderful tree had grown on the head of a deer.
A tree?.. On a deer's head?!
Yes. Cherry. And on the cherry tree. So juicy, sweet...
All of these stories are printed here in this book. Read them and judge for yourself whether a man on earth was more truthful than Baron Munchausen.
HORSE ON THE ROOF
I went to Russia on horseback. It was winter. It was snowing.
The horse was tired and began to stumble. I really wanted to sleep. I nearly fell off my seat from exhaustion. But in vain did I look for lodging for the night: on the way I did not come across a single village. What was to be done?
I had to spend the night in an open field.
There is no bush or tree around. Only a small column stuck out from under the snow.
I somehow tied my chilled horse to this post, and I myself lay down right there in the snow and fell asleep.
I slept for a long time, and when I woke up, I saw that I was not lying in a field, but in a village, or rather, in a small town, houses surrounded me on all sides.
What's happened? Where am I? How could these houses grow here in one night?
And where did my horse go?
For a long time I did not understand what had happened. Suddenly I hear a familiar growl. This is my horse neighing.
But where is he?
The whining comes from somewhere above.
I raise my head - and what?
My horse is hanging on the roof of the bell tower! He is tied to the very cross!
In one minute, I realized what it was.
Last night, this whole town, with all the people and houses, was covered with deep snow, and only the top of the cross stuck out.
I did not know that it was a cross, it seemed to me that it was a small column, and I tied my tired horse to it! And at night, while I was sleeping, a strong thaw began, the snow melted, and I imperceptibly sank to the ground.
But my poor horse remained up there, on the roof. Tied to the cross of the bell tower, he could not descend to the ground.
What to do?
Without hesitation, I grab a pistol, aim accurately and hit right in the bridle, because I have always been an excellent shooter.
Bridle - in half.
The horse quickly comes down to me.
I jump on it and, like the wind, I jump forward.
AMAZING HUNTING
However, with me there were also more amusing cases. One day I spent the whole day hunting, and towards evening I came across a vast lake in a dense forest, which was full of wild ducks. I have never seen so many ducks in my life!
Unfortunately, I didn't have a single bullet left.
And just this evening I was waiting for myself big company friends, and I wanted to treat them with game. I am generally a hospitable and generous person. My lunches and dinners were famous throughout St. Petersburg. How will I get home without ducks?
For a long time I stood in indecision and suddenly remembered that there was a piece of lard left in my hunting bag.
Hooray! This fat will be an excellent bait. I take it out of the bag, quickly tie it to a long and thin string and throw it into the water.
Ducks, seeing the food, immediately swim up to the fat. One of them greedily swallows it.
But the fat is slippery and, quickly passing through the duck, jumps out behind her!
Thus, the duck is on my string.
Then a second duck swims up to the fat, and the same thing happens to it.
Duck after duck swallows the fat and slips on my twine like beads on a string. Not even ten minutes pass, as all the ducks are strung on it.
You can imagine how much fun it was for me to look at such a rich booty! I had only to pull out the caught ducks and take them to my cook in the kitchen.
That will be a feast for my friends!
But dragging this many ducks was not so easy.
I took a few steps and was terribly tired. Suddenly you can imagine my amazement! - the ducks flew into the air and lifted me to the clouds.
Another in my place would be confused, but I am a brave and resourceful person. I arranged a rudder out of my coat and, steering the ducks, quickly flew towards the house.
But how do you get down?
Very simple! My resourcefulness helped me here too.
I twisted the heads of several ducks and we began to slowly sink to the ground.
I hit the chimney of my own kitchen! If only you could see how amazed my cook was when I appeared before him in the hearth!
Luckily, the cook hadn't had time to start the fire yet.
