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Hans Christian Andersen

Bad boy

Once upon a time there was an old poet, a real good poet and very kind. One evening he was sitting at home, and bad weather broke out outside. The rain poured down like buckets, but the old poet felt so cozy and warm near the tiled stove, where the fire burned brightly and the apples were baking, sizzling merrily.

It’s bad to get caught in such bad weather - there won’t be a dry thread left! - he said. He was very kind.

Let me in, let me in! I'm cold and wet! a child suddenly screamed behind the door.

He cried and knocked on the door, but the rain continued to pour, the wind continued to beat against the windows.

Poor thing! - said the old poet and went to open the doors.

Behind the door stood a little boy, completely naked. Water was dripping from his long golden hair and he was shivering from the cold; If they had not let him in, he probably would have died.

Poor thing! - said the old poet and took him by the hand. Come to me, I will warm you up, give you wine and an apple; you are such a pretty little boy!

He really was very handsome. His eyes shone like two bright stars, and his wet golden hair curled in curls - well, just an angel! - even though he was blue all over from the cold and was shaking like an aspen leaf. He had a wonderful bow in his hands; The only problem is that it was completely ruined by the rain, the paint on the long arrows had faded.

The old poet sat down close to the stove, took the little one on his lap, squeezed out his wet curls, warmed his little hands in his hands and boiled some sweet wine for him. The boy became cheerful, his cheeks turned red, he jumped onto the floor and began to dance around the old poet.

Look, what a cheerful little boy you are! - said the old poet. - What is your name?

Amur! - the boy answered. - Don't you know me? Here is my bow. I can shoot! Look, the weather has cleared up, the moon is shining.

But your onion has gone bad! - said the old poet.

That would be a disaster! - said the boy, took the bow and began to examine it. - He was completely dry, and nothing happened to him! The bowstring is properly tensioned! I'll try it now.

And he pulled the bow, laid the arrow, took aim and shot the old poet right in the heart!

You see, my onion is not spoiled at all! - he shouted, laughed loudly and ran away.

Bad boy! He shot at the old poet, who let him warm up, caressed him, gave him wine to drink and gave him the best apple!

The kind old man lay on the floor and cried: he was wounded in the very heart. Then he said:

Phew, what a nasty boy this Cupid is! I will tell all the good children about him so that they should be careful and not get involved with him - he will offend them too.

And all the good children - both boys and girls - began to beware of this Cupid, but he still knows how to deceive them sometimes; such a rogue!

Students are coming from lectures, and he is nearby: a book under his arm, in a black frock coat, and you don’t recognize him! They think that he is also a student, they will take him by the arm, and he will shoot an arrow right into their chest.

Or the girls go from the priest or to church - he’s right there too; always chasing people!

Otherwise, sometimes he climbs into a large chandelier in the theater and burns there with a bright flame; people think at first that it’s a lamp, and only then will they figure out what’s going on. He runs around the royal garden and along the fortress wall. And since he wounded your parents in the heart! Ask them, they will tell you. Yes, this bad boy Cupid, you better not mess with him! All he does is run after people. Think about it, since he even shot an arrow at your old grandmother! It was a long time ago, long gone and overgrown with the past, but still it has not been forgotten, and will never be forgotten! Ugh! Evil Cupid! But now you know about him, you know what a bad boy he is!

Young lover of literature, we are firmly convinced that you will enjoy reading the fairy tale “The Bad Boy” by Hans Christian Andersen and you will be able to learn and benefit from it. All heroes were “honed” by the experience of the people, who for centuries created, strengthened and transformed them, paying great and deep importance to children’s education. A small amount of detail in the surrounding world makes the depicted world more rich and believable. All images are simple, ordinary and do not cause youthful misunderstanding, because we encounter them every day in our everyday life. Every time you read this or that epic, you feel the incredible love with which the images of the environment are described. Of course, the idea of ​​the superiority of good over evil is not new, of course, many books have been written about it, but it’s still nice to be convinced of this every time. Tens, hundreds of years separate us from the time of creation of the work, but the problems and morals of people remain the same, practically unchanged. The fairy tale “The Bad Boy” by Hans Christian Andersen is definitely worth reading for free online, it contains a lot of kindness, love and chastity, which is useful for raising a young person.

Once upon a time there was an old poet, a real good poet and very kind. One evening he was sitting at home, and bad weather broke out outside. The rain poured down like buckets, but the old poet felt so cozy and warm near the tiled stove, where the fire burned brightly and the apples were baking, sizzling merrily.

It’s bad to get caught in such bad weather - there won’t be a dry thread left! - he said. He was very kind.

Let me in, let me in! I'm cold and wet! - a child suddenly shouted behind the doors.

He cried and knocked on the door, but the rain continued to pour, the wind continued to beat against the windows.

Poor thing! - said the old poet and went to open the doors.

Behind the door stood a little boy, completely naked. Water was dripping from his long golden hair and he was shivering from the cold; If they had not let him in, he probably would have died.

Poor thing! - said the old poet and took him by the hand. - Come to me, I will warm you up, give you wine and an apple; you are such a pretty little boy!

He really was very handsome. His eyes shone like two bright stars, and his wet golden hair curled in curls - well, just an angel! - even though he was blue all over from the cold and was shaking like an aspen leaf. He had a wonderful bow in his hands; The only problem is that it was completely ruined by the rain, the paint on the long arrows had faded.

The old poet sat down close to the stove, took the little one on his lap, squeezed out his wet curls, warmed his little hands in his hands and boiled some sweet wine for him. The boy became cheerful, his cheeks turned red, he jumped onto the floor and began to dance around the old poet.

Look, what a cheerful little boy you are! - said the old poet. - What is your name?

Amur! - the boy answered. - Don't you know me? Here is my bow. I can shoot! Look, the weather has cleared up, the moon is shining.

But your onion has gone bad! - said the old poet.

That would be a disaster! - said the boy, took the bow and began to examine it. - He was completely dry, and nothing happened to him! The bowstring is properly tensioned! I'll try it now.

And he pulled the bow, laid the arrow, took aim and shot the old poet right in the heart!

You see, my onion is not spoiled at all! - he shouted, laughed loudly and ran away.

Bad boy! He shot at the old poet, who let him warm up, caressed him, gave him wine to drink and gave him the best apple!

The kind old man lay on the floor and cried: he was wounded in the very heart. Then he said:

Phew, what a nasty boy this Cupid is! I will tell all the good children about him so that they should be careful and not get involved with him - he will offend them too.

And all the good children - both boys and girls - began to beware of this Cupid, but he still knows how to deceive them sometimes; such a rogue!

Students are coming from lectures, and he is nearby: a book under his arm, in a black frock coat, and you don’t recognize him! They think that he is also a student, they will take him by the arm, and he will shoot an arrow right into their chest.

Or the girls go from the priest or to church - he’s right there too; always chasing people!

Otherwise, sometimes he climbs into a large chandelier in the theater and burns there with a bright flame; people think at first that it’s a lamp, and only then will they figure out what’s going on. He runs around the royal garden and along the fortress wall. And since he wounded your parents in the heart! Ask them, they will tell you. Yes, this bad boy Cupid, you better not mess with him! All he does is run after people. Think about it, since he even shot an arrow at your old grandmother! It was a long time ago, long gone and overgrown with the past, but still it has not been forgotten, and will never be forgotten! Ugh! Evil Cupid! But now you know about him, you know what a bad boy he is!

The fairy tale about the boy Cupid, who is always chasing people, appears when you don’t expect him and shoots his arrows straight into the heart...

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Once upon a time there lived an old poet, such a nice old man, a real poet. One evening, he was sitting at home, and bad weather broke out outside. The rain poured down like buckets, but the old poet felt so comfortable and warm near the stove, where the fire burned brightly and the apples were baking, merrily hissing.

It's bad for the poor in this weather; the thread will not remain dry on the body! - he said.

He was very kind.

Let me in, let me in! I'm cold and wet! - the child shouted behind the door.

He cried and knocked on the door, but the rain continued to pour, the wind continued to beat against the windows.

Poor thing! - said the old poet and went to open the doors.

Behind the door stood a little boy, completely naked. Water ran from his long golden hair; he was shivering from the cold; If they had not let him in, he probably would not have been able to endure such bad weather.

Poor thing! - said the old poet and took him by the hand. - Come to me, I will warm you up, give you wine and an apple; you are such a pretty little boy!

He really was very handsome. His little eyes sparkled like stars, and his wet golden hair curled in curls - well, he was just an angel! Only he was all blue from the cold and was shaking like an aspen leaf. He had a wonderful bow in his hands; The only problem is that it was completely ruined by the rain; the paint on the arrows has completely faded.

The old poet sat down by the stove, took the baby on his lap, wrung out his wet hair, warmed his little hands in his hands and boiled some sweet wine for him. The boy recovered, his cheeks turned red, he jumped onto the floor and began to dance around the old poet.

Look, what a funny little boy you are! - said the old poet. - What is your name?

Amur! - the boy answered. - Don't you know me? Here is my bow! I can shoot! Look, the weather has cleared up, the moon is shining!

But your onion has gone bad! - said the old poet.

That would be a disaster! - said the boy, took the bow and began to examine it. - He was completely dry, and nothing happened to him! The bowstring is taut as it should be! I'm going to try now.

And he pulled the bow, laid the arrow, took aim and shot the old poet right in the heart!

You see, my onion is not spoiled at all! - he shouted, laughed loudly and ran away.

Bad boy! He shot at the old poet, who caressed him, gave him wonderful wine and the best apple!

The kind old man lay on the floor and cried: he was wounded in the very heart. Then he said:

Fi! what a nasty boy, this Cupid! I will tell all the good children about him so that they should be careful and not get involved with him - he will offend them too!

And all the good children - both boys and girls - began to beware of the evil Cupid, but he still knew how to deceive them sometimes; such a rogue!

Students are walking home from lectures, and he is next to him: a book under his arm, in a black frock coat, and you don’t recognize him! They think that he is also a student, they will take his arm, and he will shoot an arrow into their chest.

Girls also go from the priest or to church - he’s right there; always chasing people! Otherwise, sometimes he climbs into a large chandelier in the theater and burns there with a bright flame; people think at first that it’s a lamp, and only then will they figure out what’s going on. He runs around the royal garden and along the rampart. And if so, he wounded your dad and your mom in the heart! Ask them, they will tell you.

Yes, that bad boy Cupid, don’t mess with him! All he does is run after people. Just think, he even shot an arrow at your old grandmother! It happened a long time ago, it’s long gone and overgrown with the past, but still it hasn’t been forgotten, and it won’t be forgotten! Fi! evil Cupid! But now you know about him, you know what a bad boy he is!

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The presented game can be classified as a procedure used in persuasive training. It allows a person to learn to work in a group, make a group decision, and independently search for individual, most suitable methods and techniques of persuasive influence, taking into account his uniqueness. Thus, the game helps to develop the ability to recognize falsehood in a person’s behavior, notice changes in behavioral characteristics, trains the ability to find non-standard solutions in difficult situations, and also develops acting skills and the ability to follow a given role. Based on a well-known fairy tale plot, the game includes intrigue and, due to the unpredictability of events, is emotionally rich and exciting. The number of participants in the game is from 12 to 20 people.

Goals and objectives:

Developing the participants’ ability to make group decisions;

Formation of skills of effective persuasion;

Formation of readiness to take responsibility for a group decision;

Analysis and discussion with group members of the work done.

Introduction to the game: training participants sit in a circle. The presenter reads to the group the fairy tale “The Bad Boy” by Hans Christian Andersen.

Once upon a time there was an old poet, a real good poet and very kind. One evening he was sitting at home, and bad weather broke out outside. The rain poured down like buckets, but the old poet felt so cozy and warm near the tiled stove, where the fire burned brightly and the apples were baking, sizzling merrily.

It’s bad to get caught in such bad weather - there won’t be a dry thread left! - he said. He was very kind.

Let me in, let me in! I'm cold and wet! - a child suddenly shouted behind the doors.

He cried and knocked on the door, but the rain continued to pour, the wind continued to beat against the windows.

Poor thing! - said the old poet and went to open the doors.

Behind the door stood a little boy, completely naked. Water was dripping from his long golden hair and he was shivering from the cold; If they had not let him in, he probably would have died.

Poor thing! - said the old poet and took him by the hand. - Come to me, I will warm you up, give you wine and an apple; you are such a pretty little boy!

He really was very handsome. His eyes shone like two bright stars, and his wet golden hair curled in curls - just like an angel! - even though he was blue all over from the cold and was shaking like an aspen leaf. He had a wonderful bow in his hands; The only problem is that it was completely ruined by the rain, the paint on the long arrows had faded.

The old poet sat down close to the stove, took the little one on his lap, squeezed out his wet curls, warmed his little hands in his hands and boiled some sweet wine for him. The boy became cheerful, his cheeks turned red, he jumped onto the floor and began to dance around the old poet.

Look what a cheerful little boy you are! - said the old poet. - What is your name?

Amur! - the boy answered. - Don't you know me? Here is my bow. I can shoot! Look, the weather has cleared up, the moon is shining.

But your onion has gone bad! - said the old poet.

That would be a disaster! - said the boy, took the bow and began to examine it. - He was completely dry, and nothing happened to him! The bowstring is properly tensioned! I'll try it now.

And he pulled the bow, laid the arrow, took aim and shot the old poet right in the heart!

You see, my onion is not spoiled at all! - he shouted, laughed loudly and ran away.

Bad boy! He shot at the old poet, who let him warm up, caressed him, gave him wine to drink and gave him the best apple!

The kind old man lay on the floor and cried: he was wounded in the very heart. Then he said:

Phew, what a nasty boy this Cupid is! I will tell all the good children about him so that they should be careful and not get involved with him - he will offend them too.

And all the good children - both boys and girls - began to beware of this Cupid, but he still knows how to deceive them sometimes; such a rogue!

Students are coming from lectures, and he is nearby: a book under his arm, in a black frock coat, and you don’t recognize him! They think that he is also a student, they will take him by the arm, and he will shoot an arrow right into their chest.

Or the girls go from the priest or to church - he’s right there too; always chasing people!

Otherwise, sometimes he climbs into a large chandelier in the theater and burns there with a bright flame; people think at first that it’s a lamp, and only then will they figure out what’s going on. He runs around the royal garden and along the fortress wall. And since he wounded your parents in the heart! Ask them, they will tell you. Yes, this bad boy Cupid, you better not mess with him! All he does is run after people. Think about it, since he even shot an arrow at your old grandmother! It was a long time ago, long gone and overgrown with the past, but still it has not been forgotten, and will never be forgotten! Ugh! Evil Cupid! But now you know about him, you know what a bad boy he is!

Division into groups and distribution of roles The leader selects two people from the group who must recruit people into their team so that they get two groups with the same number of participants. The first group is invited to take turns from a pre-prepared magic bag to take out cards with symbols on them (a red cross, meaning that the person who received it got the role of the real Cupid; the rest of the participants have blue crosses, meaning that the people who pulled out such a card will play the role of false Cupid). At the same time, players should not know who got what role. After familiarizing yourself with the contents of the card, you need to hide it in your pocket.

The facilitator gives the following instructions to the training participants.

Instructions. The role of the member of the first group is to take turns to go out and prove to the second group that he is not Cupid. Participants in the second group may believe or not believe. After each speech of Cupid, the participants of the second group choose one person who will announce the group decision to all participants. If it is guessed what role the participant of the first group played (is he a real Cupid or a false Cupid), then this person joins the second group; in case of failure, the participant who announced the decision is eliminated from the game. There may be several real Cupids in the game (in fact, there is only one, but the participants in the game should not know this).

Ending the game The game continues until one of the groups runs out of players. At the end, the participants discuss the game, their feelings, emotions, and analyze the work done.

Questions for discussion Did you like the game?

Have there been times in your life when you had to take responsibility for the group?

Have you ever had to convince anyone?

What feelings did you experience being in the role of a real Cupid? (Question to the participant who played the role of the real Cupid.)

What feelings did you experience while being in the role of false Cupid?

For whom was the role played difficult? Easy for whom?

What methods have you used to convince your partners?

Why did you immediately believe some of the performers and not others?

What in the behavior of each of them inspired trust?

What behavior seemed suspicious to you?

What methods of persuasion do you think are the most productive? Why?

The presenter asks the training participants to “take off” their roles and thanks them for playing.

Once upon a time there lived an old poet, such a nice old man, a real poet. One evening, he was sitting at home, and bad weather broke out outside. The rain poured down like buckets, but the old poet felt so comfortable and warm near the stove, where the fire burned brightly and the apples were baking, merrily hissing.
- It’s bad for the poor in this weather; the thread will not remain dry on the body! - he said.
He was very kind.
- Let me in, let me in! I'm cold and wet! - the child shouted behind the door.
He cried and knocked on the door, but the rain continued to pour, the wind continued to beat against the windows.
- Poor thing! - said the old poet and went to open the doors.
Behind the door stood a little boy, completely naked. Water ran from his long golden hair; he was shivering from the cold; If they had not let him in, he probably would not have been able to endure such bad weather.
- Poor thing! - said the old poet and took him by the hand. - Come to me, I will warm you up, give you wine and an apple; you are such a pretty little boy!
He really was very handsome. His little eyes sparkled like stars, and his wet golden hair curled in curls - well, he was just an angel! Only he was all blue from the cold and was shaking like an aspen leaf. He had a wonderful bow in his hands; The only problem is that it was completely ruined by the rain; the paint on the arrows has completely faded.
The old poet sat down by the stove, took the baby on his lap, wrung out his wet hair, warmed his little hands in his hands and boiled some sweet wine for him. The boy recovered, his cheeks turned red, he jumped onto the floor and began to dance around the old poet.
- Look, you, what a funny little boy! - said the old poet. - What is your name?
- Cupid! - the boy answered. - Don't you know me? Here is my bow! I can shoot! Look, the weather has cleared up, the moon is shining!
- But your onion has spoiled! - said the old poet.
- That would be a disaster! - said the boy, took the bow and began to examine it. - He was completely dry, and nothing happened to him! The bowstring is taut as it should be! I'm going to try now.
And he pulled the bow, laid the arrow, took aim and shot the old poet right in the heart!
- You see, my onion is not spoiled at all! - he shouted, laughed loudly and ran away.
Bad boy! He shot at the old poet, who caressed him, gave him wonderful wine and the best apple!
The kind old man lay on the floor and cried: he was wounded in the very heart. Then he said:
- Fi! what a nasty boy, this Cupid! I will tell all the good children about him so that they should be careful and not get involved with him - he will offend them too!
And all the good children - both boys and girls - began to beware of the evil Cupid, but he still knew how to deceive them sometimes; such a rogue!
Students are walking home from lectures, and he is next to him: a book under his arm, in a black frock coat, and you don’t recognize him! They think that he is also a student, they will take his arm, and he will shoot an arrow into their chest.
Girls also go from the priest or to church - he’s right there; always chasing people! Otherwise, sometimes he climbs into a large chandelier in the theater and burns there with a bright flame; people think at first that it’s a lamp, and only then will they figure out what’s going on. He runs around the royal garden and along the rampart. And if so, he wounded your dad and your mom in the heart! Ask them, they will tell you.
Yes, that bad boy Cupid, don’t mess with him! All he does is run after people. Just think, he even shot an arrow at your old grandmother! It happened a long time ago, it’s long gone and overgrown with the past, but still it hasn’t been forgotten, and it won’t be forgotten! Fi! evil Cupid! But now you know about him, you know what a bad boy he is!