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There was once a boy named Nils who lived in the small Swedish village of Vestmenheg. He looks like a boy like a boy. And there was no sweetness with him.

In class, he counted crows and caught twos, ravaged birds' nests in the woods, teased geese in the yard, chased chickens, threw stones at cows, and pulled the cat by the tail, as if the tail was a rope from a door bell.

So he lived until he was twelve years old. And then an extraordinary thing happened to him.

That's how it was.

One Sunday, father and mother gathered for a fair in a neighboring village. Nils couldn't wait for them to leave.

"We should go faster!  Nils thought, glancing at his father's gun, which was hanging on the wall. "The boys will burst with envy when they see me with a gun."

But his father seemed to guess his thoughts.

- Look, not a step out of the house! - he said. - Open the textbook and get smart. Do you hear?

"I hear," Nils replied, and thought to himself: "That's how I'm going to spend Sunday afternoon on lessons!"

"Study, son, study," said the mother.

She even took out a textbook from the shelf herself, put it on the table and pulled up a chair.

And the father counted out ten pages and strictly ordered:

- To know everything by heart by our return. I'll check it myself.

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Finally, the father and mother left.

"It's good for them, they're walking so merrily!  Nils sighed heavily. - And I'm definitely caught in a mousetrap with these lessons!"

Well, what can you do! Nils knew that his father was not to be trifled with. He sighed again and sat down at the table. However, he was looking not so much at the book as at the window. After all, it was much more interesting!

According to the calendar, it was still March, but here, in the south of Sweden, spring had already managed to outperform winter. Water was running merrily in the ditches. Buds swelled on the trees. The beech forest had spread its branches, stiffened in the winter cold, and now stretched upwards, as if it wanted to reach the blue spring sky.

And under the window chickens strutted, sparrows jumped and fought, geese splashed in muddy puddles. Even the cows, locked in the barn, sensed the spring and lowed at all voices, as if they were asking: "Let us out, let us out!"

Nils also wanted to sing, and shout, and splash in puddles, and fight with the neighborhood boys. He turned away from the window with annoyance and stared at the book. But he didn't read much. For some reason, the letters began to jump in front of my eyes, the lines then merged, then scattered. Nils himself did not notice how he fell asleep.

Who knows, maybe Nils would have slept all day if he hadn't been woken up by some rustle.

Nils raised his head and became alert.

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The mirror that hung over the table reflected the whole room. No one but Nils is in the room. Everything seems to be in its place, everything is in order.

And suddenly Nils almost screamed. Someone opened the lid of the chest!

The mother kept all her jewelry in the trunk. There were the outfits she had worn in her youth-wide skirts made of homespun peasant cloth, bodices embroidered with colored beads; starched caps as white as snow, silver buckles and chains.

Mother wouldn't let anyone open the trunk without her, and Niels wouldn't let anyone near it. And there's nothing to say that she could have left the house without locking the trunk! There has never been such a case. Yes, and today - Nils remembered it perfectly - his mother returned from the threshold twice to pull the lock - did it lock well?

Who opened the chest?

Maybe while Nils was sleeping, a thief got into the house and is now hiding somewhere here, behind a door or behind a closet?

Nils held his breath and stared unblinkingly into the mirror.

What is that shadow there, in the corner of the chest? Here she moved. Here I crawled along the edge. A mouse? No, it doesn't look like a mouse.

Nils couldn't believe his eyes. There was a little man sitting on the edge of the chest. It's like he stepped out of a Sunday calendar picture. A wide-brimmed hat is on his head, a black caftan is decorated with a lace collar and cuffs, stockings are tied with lush bows at the knees, and silver buckles sparkle on red morocco shoes.

"Why, it's a dwarf!  Nils guessed. "A real gnome!"

His mother often told Nils about dwarves. They live in the forest. They can speak both human, bird, and animal. They know about all the treasures that were buried in the ground even a hundred, even a thousand years ago. If the dwarves want, flowers will bloom in the snow in winter, if they want, rivers will freeze in summer.

Well, there's nothing to be afraid of a gnome. What harm can such a tiny creature do!

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Besides, the dwarf didn't pay any attention to Nils. He didn't seem to see anything except a velvet tank top embroidered with small river pearls that was lying in a chest at the very top.

While the dwarf was admiring the intricate antique pattern, Nils was already figuring out what kind of trick to play with the amazing guest.

It would be nice to push him into the chest and then slam the lid. And you can also do this.

Without turning his head, Nils looked around the room. In the mirror, she was all in front of him as if in the palm of his hand. A coffee pot, a teapot, bowls, and pots were lined up on the shelves in strict order. There is a chest of drawers by the window, filled with all sorts of things. But on the wall - next to my father's gun - there is a net for catching flies. Just what you need!

Nils carefully slid to the floor and pulled the net off the nail.

One swing - and the dwarf huddled in the net like a trapped dragonfly.

His wide-brimmed hat was off to the side, his feet were tangled in the floors of his caftan. He was floundering at the bottom of the net and waving his arms helplessly. But as soon as he managed to get up a little, Nils shook the net, and the dwarf fell down again.

"Listen, Nils," the dwarf finally pleaded, "let me go free! I'll give you a gold coin for that, big as a button on your shirt.

Nils thought for a moment.

"Well, that's probably not bad," he said, and stopped swinging the net.

Clinging to the sparse fabric, the dwarf deftly climbed up, Now he had already grabbed the iron hoop, and his head appeared above the edge of the net.

Then it occurred to Nils that he was cheap. In addition to the gold coin, after all, it was possible to demand that the dwarf learn lessons for him. Yes, you never know what else you can come up with! The dwarf will agree to everything now! When you're sitting in a net, you won't argue.

And Nils shook the net again.

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But then suddenly someone slapped him so hard that the net fell out of his hands, and he rolled head over heels into a corner.

For a minute Nils lay motionless, then groaning and groaning, got up.

The dwarf is already gone. The trunk was closed, and the net was hanging in its place - next to my father's gun.

"Did I dream all this, or what?  Nils thought. - No, my right cheek is burning, as if an iron was passed over it. It was the dwarf who hit me so hard! Of course, my father and mother will not believe that the dwarf visited us. They will say - all your inventions, so as not to teach lessons. No, no matter how you turn it, you have to sit down at the book again!"

Nils took two steps and stopped. Something has happened to the room. The walls of their little house parted, the ceiling went high up, and the chair on which Nils always sat towered over him like an impregnable mountain. To climb it, Nils had to climb a twisted leg, like a gnarled oak trunk. The book was still on the table, but it was so huge that Nils could not see a single letter at the top of the page. He lay down on his stomach on the book and crawled from line to line, from word to word. He was just exhausted until he read one sentence.

- But what is it? You won't get to the end of the page by tomorrow either!  Nils exclaimed and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

And suddenly he saw that a tiny man was looking at him from the mirror - just like the dwarf who had caught him in the net. Only dressed differently: in leather pants, a vest and a plaid shirt with big buttons.

- Hey you, what do you want here?  Nils shouted and shook his fist at the little man.

The little man also shook his fist at Nils.

Nils put his hands on his hips and stuck out his tongue. The little man also put his hands on his hips and also stuck out his tongue at Nils.

Nils stamped his foot. And the little man stamped his foot.

Nils jumped, spun like a top, waved his arms, but the little man did not lag behind him. He was also jumping, also spinning like a top and waving his arms.

Then Nils sat down on a book and wept bitterly. He realized that the dwarf had bewitched him and that the little man who was looking at him from the mirror was himself, Nils Holgerson.

"Maybe it's a dream after all?" thought Nils.

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, then-in order to wake up completely - pinched himself with all his might and, after waiting for a minute, opened his eyes again. No, he wasn't sleeping. And the hand he pinched really hurt.

Nils got close to the mirror and buried his nose in it. Yes, it's him, Nils. Only he was no bigger than a sparrow now.

"We need to find a dwarf," Nils decided. "Maybe the dwarf was just joking?"

Nils slid down the leg of the chair to the floor and began to search all the corners. He crawled under the bench, under the closet-it wasn't difficult for him now-he even crawled into a mouse hole, but the gnome was nowhere to be found.

There was still hope - the dwarf could hide in the yard.

Nils ran out into the hall. Where are his shoes? They should be standing near the door. And Nils himself, and his father and mother, and all the peasants in Vestmenheg, and in all the villages of Sweden, always leave their shoes at the doorstep. The shoes are made of wood. They only walk down the street in them, and they rent houses.

But how will he, so small, cope with his big, heavy shoes now?

And then Nils saw a pair of tiny shoes in front of the door. At first he was delighted, and then he was scared. If the dwarf has enchanted even the shoes, it means that he is not going to remove the spell from Nils!

No, no, we need to find the dwarf as soon as possible! We must beg him, beg him! Never, never again will Nils offend anyone! He will become the most obedient, the most exemplary boy.

Nils slipped his feet into his shoes and slipped through the door. It was good that it was ajar. Would he have been able to reach the latch and pull it back!