New dress king Profession of deceivers. Tale new outfit King - Hans Christian Andersen

20.04.2019

Many years ago there was a king in the world; He loved to dress up so much that he spent all his money on new dresses, and parades, theaters, country walks occupied him only because he could then seem in the new outfit. For every hour of the day he had a special outfit, and as the other kings often say: "King on the Council," so about him they said: "King in the dressing room."
In the capital of this king, he lived very fun; Almost every day came foreign guests, and now there were two deceivers. They gave themselves to the weavers and said that they could make such a wonderful tissue, better than anything and imagine: besides an extraordinarily beautiful drawing and colors, it is still more awesome property - becoming invisible for every person who is not in its place or impassable stupid .
"Yes, that's it will be a dress!" The king thought. "" Then, after all, I can find out who of my dignitaries is not in place and who is smart, and who is stupid. Let them make such a fabric as soon as possible. "
And he gave the deceivers with a great deposit, so that they immediately began to go for business.
Those put two weaving machines and began to pretend to work diligently, and there were nothing at the machines. Nimalo is not embarrassed, they demanded to work the thinnest silk and purest gold, all this was shining in his pockets and stayed behind empty machines from morning to late night.
"I would like to see how the business comes!" - thought the king. But here he recalled the wonderful property of the fabric, and he became somehow not in itself. Of course, he has nothing to fear for himself, but ... Still, it would be better to first go anyone else! Meanwhile, the whole city was shelled about the wing tissue, and all sorts of eager to make sure of the stupidity or unsuitability of his neighbor.
"I will send to them your honest old man of the minister," the king thought. "He will consider the fabric: he is a smart and honoring his place with honor." And now the old man joined the hall, where deceivers were sitting behind empty machines.
"Mr. Homesome!" - I thought the minister, shutter my eyes. "But I don't see anything!"
Only he did not say this out loud.
The deceivers constantly asked him to go closer and say how the pattern and paints like him. At the same time, they pointed to empty machines, and the poor minister, no matter how shook his eyes, did not see anything. Yes, and there was nothing to see.
"Oh, you are Lord!" He thought. "- Do I really stupid? That's what I never thought! Escape the Lord, someone will know! .. Or maybe I'm not giving up for my office? .. No, no, no, you can not confess. that I do not see the fabric! "
- Why don't you tell us anything? - asked one of the weaves.
- Oh, this is a premium! - answered the old man minister, looking through the glasses. - What pattern, what kind of paints! Yes, yes, I will report to the king that I really liked your job!
- We are glad to try! - said deceivers and began to paint, what is the extraordinary pattern and combinations of paints. The minister listened very carefully to repeat all this to the king. So he did.
Now deceivers began to demand even more money, silk and gold; But they just stuck their pockets, and not a single thread went to work. As before, they sat in empty machines and made the view that Tkut.
Then the king sent to the weaver of another worthy sovereign. He had to see how it was going on, and learn whether the work would soon be completed. With him was the same as with the first. He looked, looked, but anyway, nothing but empty machines, did not look.
- Well, how do you like? - asked his deceivers, showing the fabric and explaining the patterns, which there was not in the mere.
"I'm not stupid," the sovereign thought. "So I'm not in my place? That's time! However, you can not apply!"
And he began to praise the cloth, which did not see, admiring the beautiful pattern and combination of paints.
- Premium, Premium! He reported to the king.
Soon the whole city spoke about the delightful tissue.
Finally, the king himself wanted to admire the wonder, while she had not yet been removed from the machine.
With the whole retinue selected court and dignitaries, including the first two, already seen fabric, was the king to the cunning deceasure, weathered with all his might on empty machines.
- Magically! Is not it? - cried already visited the dignitaries here. - Is it possible to admire? What a drawing ... and paint!
And they poked their fingers into the space, imagining that everyone else see the fabric.
"What for nonsense!" - I thought the king. "I don't see anything!" After all, it is terrible! Straight I, or what? Or is it not gung to the kings? It would be worse than everything! "
- Oh yes, very, very cute! - finally said the king. - Fully deserves my approval!
And he nodded his head with a satisfied look, examining empty machines, - he did not want to admit that he sees nothing. King's retinue looked into all her eyes, but saw no more than he himself; And nevertheless, all in one voice repeated: "Very, very cute!" - And they advised the king to make themselves from this fabric outfit for the upcoming solemn procession.
- Magically! Wonderful! fine! - just heard from all sides; Everyone was in such a delight! The king awarded the deceivers to the knightly cross in the pettric and granted the title of court weaves.
All night before the celebrations satisfied deceivers at work and burned sixteen candles more, "it was clear to everyone that they tried very much to cum to date a new King's dress. They pretended to remove the fabric from the machine tools, lure it with large scissors and then sew needles without threads.
Finally they announced:
- Ready!
The king, accompanied by Sweet himself came to dress. The deceivers raised the upwards, as if they held something, sentenced:
- Here are the Pantalonians, here Camzole, here's caftan! Wonderful outfit! It's easy, like a web, and you won't feel it on the body! But this is the whole charm!
- Yes Yes! - They spoke court, but they did not see anything - there was nothing to see.
- And now, your royal majesty, seduction to undress and become here, in front of a large mirror! - told the king of deceivers. - We are dressing you!
The king is divided by doggles, and the deceivers began to dress it: they did the view that one part of the clothes were put on him for another and finally attach something in the shoulders and on the waist, - they put on him the royal mantle on him! And the king turned in front of the mirror in all directions.
- God, how is it! How wonderful sits! - whispered in a retinue. - What pattern, what kind of paints! Luxurious dress!
- Baldahin is waiting! - He reported the Ober-Ceremonium Master.
- I'm ready! Said King. - Does the dress sits well?
And he once again turned in front of the mirror: it is necessary to show that he carefully considers his outfit.
Chargers who had to bear the loop of the royal mantle pretended, as if raised something from the floor, and went to the king, pulling his hands in front of them, "they didn't dare and suck out that they would not see anything.
And so the king was marked by the streets under the luxurious Baldakhin, and the people gathered on the streets said:
- Oh, what a beautiful it is a new king dress! How wonderful sits! What a luxurious mantle!
Neither a single person did not adhere to that he sees nothing, no one wanted to admit that he was stupid or sits not in his place. No one dress the king caused more such delights.
- Why he is naked! - Suddenly screamed some little boy.
- Listen, what an innocent baby says! - said his father, and everyone became a whisper to transfer the words of the child with a whisper.
- Why he is completely naked! Here the boy says that he is not dressed at all! - finally shouted all the people.
And the king became terribly: it seemed to him that they were right, and it was necessary to bring the ceremony to the end!
And he spoke under his Baldakhin more important, and the chamber meters were followed by supporting the mantle that was not.

Information for parents: A new King's dress is a fairy tale that Andersen wrote Hans Christian. It makes you think about how stupid and hypocritical people are. The fairy tale "New Circulation King" will be interested in children aged 9 to 12 years.

Read a fairy tale new king dress

In the capital of this king, he lived very fun; Almost every day came foreign guests, and now there were two deceivers. They betrayed themselves behind the weavers and said that they could make such a wonderful tissue, better than anything and imagine: besides an extraordinary beautiful drawing and color, it is still more awesome property - becomes invisible to every person who is not in his place or impassablely stupidly .

"Yes, that's it will be a dress! - thought the king. "Then, then I can find out who among my dignitaries is not in your place and who is smart, and who is stupid." Let them make such a fabric as soon as possible. "

And he gave the deceivers with a great deposit, so that they immediately began to go for business.

Those put two weaving machines and began to pretend to work diligently, and there were nothing at the machines. Nimalo is not embarrassed, they demanded to work the thinnest silk and purest gold, all this was strained in his pockets and squatted behind empty machines from morning to late night.

"I would like to see how the business comes!" - thought the king. But here he recalled the wonderful property of the fabric, and he became somehow not in itself. Of course, he has nothing to be afraid for himself, but ... Still, it would be better to first go anyone else! Meanwhile, the whole city was shelled about the wing tissue, and all sorts of eager to make sure of the stupidity or unsuitability of his neighbor.

"I will send to them your honest old man of the minister," thought the king. "He will consider the fabric: he is clever and honored with his place."

And the old man minister entered the hall, where deceivers were sitting behind empty machines.

"Lord have mercy! - Thought the minister, shutter her eyes. - Why, I do not see anything! "

Only he did not say this out loud.

The deceivers constantly asked him to go closer and say how the pattern and paints like him. At the same time, they pointed to empty machines, and the poor minister, no matter how much the eyes were laughed, did not see anything. Yes, and there was nothing to see.

"Ah, you are Lord! - he thought. - Do I really stupid? That's what I never thought! Eating the Lord, someone knows! .. Or maybe I'm not gouring for my position? .. No, there is no way to admit that I do not see the fabric! "

Why don't you tell us anything? - asked one of the weaves.

Oh, this is a premium! - answered the old man minister, looking through the glasses. - What pattern, what kind of paints! Yes, yes, I will report to the king that I really liked your job!

We are glad to try! - said deceivers and began to paint, what is the extraordinary pattern and combinations of paints. The minister listened very carefully to repeat it all the king. So, he did.

Now deceivers began to demand even more money, silk and gold; But they just stuck their pockets, and not a single thread went to work. As before, they sat in empty machines and made the view that Tkut.

Then the king sent to the weaver of another worthy sovereign. He had to see how she was doing, and learn whether the work would soon be completed. With him was the same as with the first. He looked, looked, but anyway, nothing but empty machines did not look.

Well, how do you like? - asked his deceivers, showing the fabric, and explaining the patterns that were not in the messenger.

"I am nonsense," the sovereign thought. - So, I'm not in my place? That's time! However, you can not apply! "

And he began to praise the cloth, which did not see, admiring the beautiful pattern and combination of paints.

Premium, Premium! He reported to the king.

Soon the whole city spoke about the delightful tissue.

Finally, and the king himself wished to admire the wonder, until she was shot from the machine.

With the whole retinue selected court and dignitaries, including the first two, already seen fabric, was the king to the cunning deceasure, weathered with all his might on empty machines.

MagnifiQue! (Wonderful - Franz.) Isn't it? - cried already visited the dignitaries here. - Is it possible to admire? What a drawing ... and paint! And they poked their fingers into the space, imagining that everyone else see the fabric.

"What a nonsense! - thought the king. - I can not see anything! It's terrible! Stupid I, or what? Or is it not gung to the kings? It would be worse than everything! "

Oh yes, very, very cute! - finally said the king. - Fully deserves my approval!

And he nodded his head with a satisfied look, examining empty machines, - he did not want to admit that he sees nothing. King's retinue looked into all her eyes, but saw no more than he himself; And yet, all in one voice repeated: "Very, very cute!" - And they advised the king to make themselves from this fabric outfit for the upcoming solemn procession.

MagnifiQue! Wonderful! EXSLLENT! - just heard from all sides; Everyone was in such a delight! The king awarded the deceivers to the knightly cross in the pettric and granted the title of court weaves.

All night before the celebrations satisfied deceivers at work and burned sixteen candles more, "it was clear to everyone that they tried very much to cum to date a new King's dress. They pretended to remove the fabric from the machine tools, lure it with large scissors and then sew needles without threads. Finally, they announced:

The king, accompanied by Sweet himself came to dress up. The deceivers raised the upward hands, as if they kept something sentencing:

Here are the pantalon, here is Camzole, here's caftan! Wonderful outfit! Lok, like a web, and you won't feel it on the body! But this is all the charm!

Yes Yes! - They spoke court, but they did not see anything - there was nothing to see.

And now, your royal majesty, seduction to undress and become here, in front of a large mirror! - told the king of deceivers. - We are dressing you!

The king is divided by doggles, and the deceivers began to dress it: they did the view that one part of the clothes were put on it for another and, finally, attach something in the shoulders and on the waist, - they put the royal mantle on him! And the king turned in front of the mirror in all directions.

God, how goes! How wonderful sits! - whispered in a retinue. - What pattern, what kind of paints! Luxurious dress!

Baldahin is waiting! - He reported the Ober-Ceremonium Master.

I'm ready! Said King. - Does the dress sits well?

And he turned once again in front of the mirror: it was necessary to show that he carefully examines his outfit.

Chargers who had to bear the royal mantle loop, pretended to raise something from the floor, and went for the king, pulling hands in front of them, "they did not dare and appreciate that they would not see anything.

And so the king was marked by the streets under the luxurious Baldakhin, and the people gathered on the streets said:

Oh, what a beautiful it is a new king dress! How wonderful sits! What a luxurious mantle!

Nor a single person admitted that he sees nothing, no one wanted to admit that he was stupid or sits not in his place. No one's dress caused more such delights.

Why he is naked! - Suddenly screamed some little boy.

Listen, what an innocent baby says! Said his father, and everyone became a whisper to transfer the words of the child to each other.

Why he is completely naked! Here the boy says that he is not dressed at all! - shouted, finally, all the people.

And the king became terribly: it seemed to him that they were right, but it was necessary to bring the ceremony to the end!

And he performed under his Baldakhin more important, and the chamber meters walked behind him, supporting the mantle that was not.

Many years ago, there lived a king, who passion as loved outfits and new clothes and all her money was spent on them. And they went to the soldiers, and I left the theater either into the forest for a walk is not other than then so that only in the new outfit suggest. For every hour of the day he had a special camisole, and as they say about the kings: "King in the Council", so they always spoke about him: "King in the wardrobe."

The city in which the king lived was a big and bridal that no day came to alien guests, and somehow two deceivers were drove away. They affected weaver and stated that a wonderful tissue could be cut out, which is better not to be thought. And the coloring is unusually good, and the pattern, and besides the dress, stitched from this fabric, has a wonderful property becoming invisible for any man who does not sit in his place or impassably stupidly.

"That would be a wonderful dress! - thought the king. - put such a dress - and immediately see who in your kingdom is sitting in his place. And I can distinguish clever from stupid! Yes, let me soon weave such a cloth! "

And he gave a lot of money to deceivers so that they immediately began to work.

The deceivers put two weaving machines and well show, as if they work, and at the machines themselves, Rovenko nothing. Not the ceremony demanded that they are the thinnest silk and purest gold, they embarrass everything and continued to work on empty machines until late at night.

"It would be nice to see how the business comes!" - thought the king, but he was vaguely in his soul, when he remembered that a fool or one who was not suitable for his place would not see fabrics. And although he believed that he had nothing to be afraid for himself, he still judged, which is better to send someone else to intelligence.

After all, the whole city already knew what a wonderful property had a fabric, and everyone could not have failed to make sure that his neighbor or stupid neighbor.

"Send to weak your honest old minister! - Decided the king. - To whom someone, how not to consider the fabric, because he is a smart and how no one comes to his place! "

And then the brave old minister went to the hall, where two cheaters on empty machines worked.

"Lord have mercy! - I thought the old minister, and my eyes screamed. - After all, I do not see anything! "

But aloud he did not say that.

And deceivers invite him to get closer, ask whether the paints are cheerful, whether the patterns are good, and at the same time they point to empty machines, and the poor people have no eyes so much, still did not see anything, because it was nothing to see.

"Lord God! - he thought. - Is it a fool? I never thought! Only so that no one recognized! Surely I am not gouring for my place? No, you can not admit that I do not see the fabric! "

What do you say anything? - asked one of the weaves.

Oh, it is very cute! Completely charming! - said the old minister, looking through the glasses. - What pattern, what kind of paints! Yes, yes, I am a member of the king, what I really like it!

Well, we are glad! - told deceivers and well name paints, explaining rare patterns. The old minister listened and remembered to accurately report to the king.

So he did.

And deceivers demanded more money, silk and gold: they say, all this is necessary for them for textiles. But all this, they again embedded, there was no thread on the fabric, and they also continued to weave on empty machines.

Soon he sent the king of another honest official to see how the case is going, will the fabric will be ready soon. And this was the same as with the minister, he looked everything, looked, but did not look so much, because, except for empty machines, nothing.

How? True, good fabric? - Ask deceivers and well explain-to show a magnificent pattern, which was not in the messenger.

"I'm not stupid! - thought the official. - So, it became, I do not come to a good place at which I sit? Strange! In any case, it is impossible to apply! "

And he began to praise the fabric that did not see, and expressed his admiration for the beautiful colors and a wonderful pattern.

Oh yes, it is completely charming! He reported to the king.

And so the whole city spoke about what magnificent fabric weaving weaves.

And then the king himself thought to look at her until she was shot from the machine.

With a whole crowd of chosen courtesy, among them and both honest old officials who have already been there, he entered into two cunning deceivers. They are the fabrics of all their might, although there were no threads on the machines.

Sumptuously! Is not it? - They said both brave officials. - deign to see your Majesty, what pattern, what kind of paints!

And they pointed to an empty machine, as they thought that others would certainly see the fabric.

"What? - thought the king. - I can not see anything! It's horrible. Is it stupid? Or is it not gung to the kings? Worse do not come up with! "

Oh, it is very beautiful! Said King. - I give my highest approval!

Oh, quite nodded and examined empty machines, not wanting to admit that he sees nothing. And his whole retinue looked, looked and also saw no more than all others, but spoke after the king: "Oh, it is very beautiful!" - and advised him to sew from the new magnificent fabric outfit to the upcoming solemn procession. "It's great! Wonderful! Fine!" - Only heard from all sides. Everyone was in perfect delight. The king helped each of the deceivers in the knightly cross in a pettits and honored their title of court weaves.

All night before the celebrations satisfied deceivers for sewing and burned more than sixteen candles. Everyone was seen that they are very hurrying to manage on time with a new outfit of the king. They did the view that they remove the fabric from the machines, they cut the air with large scissors, they sewed a needle without a thread and, finally, said:

Well, outfit and ready!

The king entered them with his most notable courtesies, and deceivers, highly raising her hand, as if she kept something in her, said:

Here are the pantalon! Here is Camzole! Here is a mantle! - Etc. - All easy, like a web! It is time to think that on the body and there is nothing, but in this and all the trick!

Yes Yes! They spoke court, although they didn't see anything exactly, because it was nothing to see.

And now, your Royal Majesty, Sawn out to remove your dress! - said deceivers. - We are wearing you in a new one, here, in front of a big mirror!

The king is undressed, and the deceivers pretended as if she was put on him one part of the new clothes after another. They clashed him for the waist and pretended to be attached something - it was a train, and the king twisted, spinned in front of the mirror.

Oh, how comes! Oh, how dally sits! - in the voice spoke court. - What pattern, what kind of paints! No words, luxurious dress!

Baldahin is waiting for your Majesty! - reported an obersononymaster. - He will be incurred on you in the procession.

I'm ready, "said the king. - Does the dress sits well?

And he once again turned in front of the mirror, because it was necessary to show that he carefully examines the outfit.

Chargers who believed to carry the loop, stumbled with their hands on the floor and pretended, as if they raise the train, and then went with the elongated hands - they did not dare and apply to sue.

So went the king at the head of the procession under the luxurious canopy, and all people on the street and the windows said:

Ah, the new outfit of the king is unmatched! And the loop is what beautiful! And Camisole is something wonderful!

No one person wanted to admit that he did not see anything, because it would mean that he was either stupid, or in his place sits. No dress of the king caused another such delight.

Why he is naked! - suddenly said some kind of child.

Lord God, Listen, what the innocent baby says! - His father said.

And everyone has become a whisper to transfer each other the words of the child.

He is naked! Here is a child says he is naked!

He is naked! - finally shouted all the people.

And the king was not in itself: it seemed to him that people were right, but he thought about himself: "We must withstand the procession to the end."

And he was even more important, and the chamber meters walked behind him, carrying a train that was not.

Many years ago, there lived a king, who passion as loved outfits and new clothes and all her money was spent on them. And they went to the soldiers, and I left the theater either into the forest for a walk is not other than then so that only in the new outfit suggest. For every hour of the day he had a special Camcole, and as they say about the kings: "King on the Council", so they always spoke about him: "King in the dressing room"

And he gave a lot of money to deceivers so that they immediately began to work.

The deceivers put two weaving machines and well show, as if they work, and at the machines themselves, Rovenko nothing. Not a ceremony, they demanded that they ended with the thinnest silk and purest gold, they embarrass everything and continued to work on empty machines until late at night.

"It would be good to see how the business moves!" - thought the king, but he was vaguely in his soul, when he remembered that a fool or one who was not suitable for his place would not see fabrics. And although he believed that he had nothing to fear for himself, he still judged, which is better to send someone else to explore.

After all, the whole city already knew what a wonderful property had a fabric, and everyone could not have failed to make sure that his neighbor or stupid neighbor.

"Send to weak your honest old minister! - Decided the king. - To whom someone, how not to him, consider fabric, because he is a smart and how no one comes to his place! .. "

And that went on the brave old minister in the hall, where two cheaters worked on empty machines.

"Lord have mercy! - thought the old minister, having staring his eyes. - After all, I do not see anything! "

But aloud he did not say that.

"Lord God! - he thought. - Is it a fool? I never thought! Only so that no one recognized! Surely I do not get rose for my place. No, you can not confess that I do not see the fabric! "

- What do you say anything? - asked one of the weaves.

- Oh, it's very cute! Completely charming! - said the old minister, looking through the glasses. - What pattern, what kind of paints! .. Yes, yes, I will be a king that I really like it!

- Well, we are glad! - told deceivers and well name paints, explaining rare patterns. The old minister listened and remembered to accurately report to the king.

So he did.

- Well, how? True, good fabric? - Ask deceivers and well explain-to show a magnificent pattern, which was not in the messenger.

"I'm not stupid! - thought the official. - So, it became, I do not come to a good place at which I sit? Strange! In any case, it is impossible to apply! "

And he began to praise the fabric that did not see, and expressed his admiration for the beautiful colors and a wonderful pattern.

- Oh yes, it is completely charming! He reported to the king.

And so the whole city spoke about what magnificent fabric weaving weaves. And then the king himself thought to look at her until she was shot from the machine.

- Great! Is not it? - They said both brave officials. - deign to see your Majesty, what pattern, what kind of paints!

And they pointed to an empty machine, as they thought that others would certainly see the fabric.

"What? - thought the king. - I can not see anything! It's horrible. Is it stupid? OL is not gung to the kings? Worse do not come up with! "

- Oh, it's very beautiful! Said King. - I give my highest approval!

He was pretty nodded and examined empty machines, not wanting to admit that he sees nothing. And his whole retinue looked, looked and also saw no more than all others, but spoke after the king: "Oh, it is very beautiful!" - and advised him to sew from the new magnificent fabric outfit to the upcoming solemn procession. "It's great! Wonderful! Fine!" - Only heard from all sides. Everyone was in perfect delight. The king helped each of the deceivers in the knightly cross in a pettits and honored their title of court weaves.

All night before the celebrations satisfied deceivers for sewing and burned more than sixteen candles. Everyone was seen that they are very hurrying to manage on time with a new outfit of the king. They did the view that they remove the fabric from the machine tools, they cut the air with large scissors, they sewed a needle without a thread and finally said:

- Well, the outfit is ready!

The king went to them with his most notable courtesies, and deceivers, highly raising his hands, as if they kept something in them, said:

- Here are the pantalon! Here is Camzole! Here is a mantle! - Etc. - All easy, like a web! At first, think that on the body and there is nothing, but in this and all the trick!

- Yes Yes! They spoke court, although they didn't see anything exactly, because it was nothing to see.

- And now, your Royal Majesty, Sawn out to remove your dress! - said deceivers. - We are wearing you in a new one, here, in front of a big mirror!

The king is undressed, and the deceivers pretended as if she was put on him one part of the new clothes after another. They clashed him for the waist and pretended to be attached something, it was a train, and the king twisted, spinning in front of the mirror.

- Oh, how comes! Oh, how dally sits! - in the voice spoke court. - What pattern, what kind of paints! No words, luxurious dress!

- Baldahin is waiting, Your Majesty! - He reported the Ober-Ceremonium Master. - He will be incurred on you in the procession.

"I'm ready," said the king. - Does the dress sits well?

And he once again turned in front of the mirror - after all it was necessary to show that he carefully examines the outfit.

Chargers who believed to carry the loop, stumbled with their hands on the floor and pretended, as if they raise the train, and then went with the elongated hands - they did not dare and apply to sue.

So went the king at the head of the procession under the luxurious canopy, and all people on the street and the windows said:

- Oh, the new outfit of the king is unmatched! And the loop is what beautiful. And Camisole is something wonderful!

No one person wanted to admit that he did not see anything, because it would mean that he was either stupid, or in his place sits. No dress of the king caused another such delight.

- Why is the king naked! - suddenly said some kind of child.

- Lord God, Listen, what the innocent baby says! - His father said.

And everyone has become a whisper to transfer each other the words of the child.

- He's naked! Here is a child says he is naked!

- He's naked! - finally shouted all the people. And the king was not in itself: it seemed to him that people were right, but he thought about himself: "We must withstand the procession to the end."

And he was even more important, and the chamber meters walked behind him, carrying a train that was not.

And he gave the deceivers with a great deposit, so that they immediately began to go for business.

"I will send to them your honest old man of the minister," thought the king. "He will consider the fabric: he is clever and honored with his place."

And the old man minister entered the hall, where deceivers were sitting behind empty machines.

"Lord have mercy! - Thought the minister, shutter her eyes. - Why, I do not see anything! "

Only he did not say this out loud.

The deceivers constantly asked him to go closer and say how the pattern and paints like him. At the same time, they pointed to empty machines, and the poor minister, no matter how shook his eyes, did not see anything. Yes, and there was nothing to see.

"Ah, you are Lord! - he thought. - Do I really stupid? That's what I never thought! Eupy Lord, someone learns! .. Or maybe I'm not gouring for my position? .. No, no, you can not admit that I do not see the fabric! "

- Why don't you tell us anything? - asked one of the weaves.
- Oh, this is a premium! - answered the old man minister, looking through the glasses. - What pattern, what kind of paints! Yes, yes, I will report to the king that I really liked your job!
- We are glad to try! - said deceivers and began to paint, what is the extraordinary pattern and combinations of paints. The minister listened very carefully to repeat it all the king. So he did.

- Well, how do you like? - asked his deceivers, showing the fabric and explaining the patterns, which there was not in the mere.

"I'm not stupid," the sovereign thought. - So, I'm not in my place? That's time! However, you can not apply! "

And he began to praise the cloth, which did not see, admiring the beautiful pattern and combination of paints.

- Premium, Premium! He reported to the king.

Soon the whole city spoke about the delightful tissue.

Finally, the king himself wished to admire the wonder, until she was removed from the machine.

With the whole retinue selected court and dignitaries, including the first two, already seen fabric, was the king to the cunning deceasure, weathered with all his might on empty machines.

- MagnifiQue! (Wonderful - Franz.) Isn't it? - cried already visited the dignitaries here. - Is it possible to admire? What a drawing ... and paint! And they poked their fingers into the space, imagining that everyone else see the fabric.

"What a nonsense! - thought the king. - I can not see anything! It's terrible! Stupid I, or what? Or is it not gung to the kings? It would be worse than everything! "

- Oh yes, very, very cute! - finally said the king. - Fully deserves my approval!

- MagnifiQue! Wonderful! EXSLLENT! - just heard from all sides; Everyone was in such a delight! The king awarded the deceivers to the knightly cross in the pettric and granted the title of court weaves.

The king, accompanied by Sweet himself came to dress up. The deceivers raised the upwards, as if they held something, sentenced:
- Here are the Pantalonians, here Camzole, here's caftan! Wonderful outfit! Lok, like a web, and you won't feel it on the body! But this is all the charm!
- Yes Yes! - They spoke court, but they did not see anything - there was nothing to see.
- And now, your royal majesty, seduction to undress and become here, in front of a large mirror! - told the king of deceivers. - We are dressing you!

The king is divided by doggles, and the deceivers began to dress it: they did the view that one part of the clothes were put on him for another and finally attach something in the shoulders and on the waist, - they put on him the royal mantle on him! And the king turned in front of the mirror in all directions.

- God, how goes! How wonderful sits! - whispered in a retinue. - What pattern, what kind of paints! Luxurious dress!
- Baldahin is waiting! - He reported the Ober-Ceremonium Master.
- I'm ready! Said King. - Does the dress sits well?

And he turned once again in front of the mirror: it was necessary to show that he carefully examines his outfit.

And so the king was marked by the streets under the luxurious Baldakhin, and the people gathered on the streets said:
- Oh, what a beautiful it is a new king dress! How wonderful sits! What a luxurious mantle!

Nor a single person admitted that he sees nothing, no one wanted to admit that he was stupid or sits not in his place. No one's dress caused more such delights.

- Why he is naked! - Suddenly screamed some little boy.
- Listen, what an innocent baby says! Said his father, and everyone became a whisper to transfer the words of the child to each other.
- Why he is completely naked! Here the boy says that he is not dressed at all! - finally shouted all the people.

And the king became terribly: it seemed to him that they were right, but it was necessary to bring the ceremony to the end!

And he performed under his Baldakhin more important, and the chamber meters walked behind him, supporting the mantle that was not.