Bronze girl with aressed tail

In the magazine "Foreign literature" For several years now, a series of essay writer Peter Wail under the general name is printed "Genius places". In them, the author traces the connection of the great creators of the past with cities in which their lives flowed. Below we print a fragment of a non-published essay dedicated to Copenhagen Andersen and containing nontrivial, unexpected, and for someone, perhaps, and shocking look at the identity of the famous storyter. Fully text will be printed in the December issue "Foreign Literature".

Bronze monument to Hans Christian Andersen in Copenhagen stands in a public park, against the background of a graceful rose castle Rosenborg, in view of gracefully sunbathe on the lawns of pink bodies without bras. The storyteller looks over the heads, the book is in the left hand, and the right-handed fingers are stretched as if for blessing or calm. Looks like Marshal Zhukov’s gesture from the Historical Museum in Moscow, which was nicknamed in the people "Normalele". Another Copenhagen Andersen is not so elevated, on the contrary, it is available: on the boulevard of his own name, at the Town Hall Square, in a pedestrian, spreading his knees, looks at the fishery park tivoli.

Melancholic fairy tales and stories, constant complaints in correspondence and memoirs "Tale of my life", Biographies written under their influence – everything builds an image of a sufferer who breaks through in their native country through misunderstanding, non-recognition, insults and mockery. But it is difficult to imagine a happier writer fate. From youth, surrounded by fans and patters, published the first book in seventeen years, who became the world superstar long before the forty, who lived from thirty only on literary earnings and scholarships, friendly with great writers, caught and awarded by monarchs, spent old age in glory and honred.

Of course, it was laughing at him: for example, a lady of easy behavior from tivoli over his fun appearance – a long nose, incredible thinness, huge feet, disproportionate hands. Andersen was hardly the only Copenhagen who did not like the open in 1843 and is now known to the whole world of amusement park, Disneyland XIX century. To this day, Danish provincials often come not so much in Copenhagen, as in Tivoli: the park opposite the station, across the street.

In general, the spirit of fun reigns in Copenhagen, who makes the city crowd of one of the most bright in the European North, with frequent impressions of wonderful Danish beauties. The crowd is best observed on strict – the longest pedestrian street continent. Here are blown, dance, sing and clusters are sitting around the fountains. From the noisy Town Hall Square, it stretches to the open space in front of the Palace of Christianborg, concluded by the spacious new Royal Square, which overlooks the Port District of Puhaven. All Narasuchka.

This path can be traced on Andersen’s fairy tale "Kalosh Happiness". All names are the same. But in Copenhagen there is no coziness, an animating material of fairy tales. And there are doubts – was the city of the era of Andersen? Just on the segment of stall, which is now called Ostergada (in our translation of fairy tales – Eastern street), housed urban clans, the latter closed in the first year of the twentieth century. In the world museum of erotica – the best in the world, right there on the larger, not far from the theological faculty, – I looked at the photos of whores with seafarers clients, which became an acquaintance in whose hawk. Virked in the inscriptions on Cooks – "Loyal".

To the city of Andersen attitude was what is called mixed.

He considered his arrival day from his native Odense to Copenhagen – September 6, 1819 – the most important in life and celebrated along with the birthday.

The first popular book is entirely based on Copenhagen Topography Tale "Walking from Holm Channel to Amager Island". I walked along this path. On the island of Amaager, the airport is now and, as before, the old fishing village of Dragr, where the full-fully Swedes: exhaust anti-alcohol struggle, they come on a ferry from Malmos for cheap drinks, good through Zund – half an hour and seven dollars back and forth.

Without Copenhagen, many Andersen’s fairy tales are unthinkable – not only "Kalosh Happiness" or "Water drop", where the city has a plot, but also, let’s say, the shittomaty "Flint": "Dog’s eyes – each with a round tower". The view of the true writer who was able to see is not frontally, and in the section of the XYI century tower, one of the main attractions of Copenhagen, also known and the fact that in 1716 he drove the rode of Peter the Great.

Andersen knew the city thoroughly and, judging by his closer attention, loved, as well as the country: his poem "Denmark, my homeland" still taught by heart in schools. But – as often happens – tolerated to Copenhagen guilt for his troubles.

When you read it all over the volume – it can be seen how these uneasy relations with the fatherland were refracted. Fruitful – in fairy tales. Frog dialogue: "What rains, what a humidity is charming! Right seems to be sitting in raw ditch. Who is not happy with such weather, he does not like the Motherland". As in a modern our joke: "This is our homeland, son".

And completely different style and pathos letters. After a triumphant trip in Europe: "I arrived in Copenhagen. A few hours later I stood, looking out the window when we went past two well-dressed gentlemen. They saw me, stopped, laughed, and one of them pointed to me and said so loudly that I heard every word: "Look! Here is our Orangutan, which is so famous abroad!"

Much will become clear if you consider the fertility of Andersen. The novels, collections of poems, travel notes, were played in the theater: all this was rushed into the history of literature. But contemporaries-compatriots consumed the products in full and from time to time were advertising. The export, joint efforts of the author and translators, was the selection material – from here and the difference in the home and foreign perception of Andersen.

It is clear that he did not realize this. Did not want to realize. Holy believing from youth to his destination, Andersen was adamant in a quest for recognition – a nasty duckling with the character of a persistent tin soldier. At thirty four years he wrote: "My name begins to shine, and this is the only thing for what I live. I’m thirsty than honors and glory, how poor women craves gold.."

Much more gold worried about glitter. First of all – the royal. Andersen was a favorite monarchs. The list of his crowded acquaintances – as a list of Don Juan, who this virgin replenished with Donjuan arrogance. Heine responded about his improving the titles contemptuously by using words "servile" and "servile". The best friend of Henrietta Wulf did not lose, so as not to poop him: "Do you really put title, money, aristocratic blood, the success is that just a shell, – above the genius, spirit, dawn of the soul?" But in his gift, Andersen did not doubt, and the proximity to the kings inspired the necessary confidence, weakened the oppression of complexes, compensated for everything that he suffered from. List of suffering impressive.

Bronze girl with aressed tail

Andersen was afraid of poisoning, robbery, seduction and madness; dogs and passport loss; death from the hands of murderers, in the water, in the fire and drove with them the rope, so that in case of fire to get out into the window; burial burials, and put a note by bed "In fact, I did not die"; trichinelosis, and did not eat pork; was susceptible to agoraphobia and fierce hypochondria; worried that he did not like it and imprisoned the envelope; Weekly worried about overpaying for a ticket or book. All his life suffered from dental pain, and in old age he had even a plug-in teeth. And, of course, it was terribly negotiable in terms of his outfit – it seemed to him that he was laughing at him. Above him and laughed. Relationships with life are never unilateral: if it is love, then only mutual. It is impossible to treat life with dislike and wait for love fluids in response. Only one who is afraid to be funny, flutters in a puddle.

Andersen thoughtfully posed before the camera: more than one and a half hundred of his portraits. He considered his right profile advantage of the left, long ago studied pictures – as if every time hoping that something else would be seen.

He died a virgin, tormented by fear of not perfect sin. I fell in love, I wanted to marry, but humble female scared: his love letters so madly dusting, which is already just insane. It is easy to assume that it was also their true deep goal: scare and push off. In any case, from these women he heard the answer invested in the mouth of the History Heroine "Under Ivoy": "I will always be faithful to you, love sister, but. not more!"

As for women inadvertent, the Andersen was afraid of them as afraid, the lust, any teenager: the feeling known to every man, with the only difference that the adolescence of Andersen lasted to old age. 29-year-old in Naples He recorded impressions from meetings with street prostitutes in the diary: "I’m still innocent, but my blood is burning". And being for sixty, went to the Bords – not on Native Ostergaad, and in Italy, and especially in Paris – but only talked with whores who were surprised and even insisted, but he shied.

Latest researchers, of course, revealed Andersen-Homosexual and Andersen Pedophile. Indeed, his letters to the son of his patron Edward Colline, a scarf dancer, the young Duke Weimar – quite "love" to today’s taste. And it is difficult not to shudder, reading: "I like children. I often spy for them through the curtains. Well, fun to observe how they undress. First, from under the shirts, dumps the round shoulder. Behind him handcone. Or, here, stocking. It is tightened with a plump leg, tight, in a sneakers, and, finally, a small foot appears, created for kisses. And I kiss her".

Everything is so, however, the descendants are easy to confuse the saint of sentimental style with self-disclosures. That’s what undoubtedly in the fairy tales and stories of Andersen – extreme cruelty in relation to a woman. And wider – to young blooming beauty. The abundance of deaths is stunned – at the level of film engines. In Andersen fairy tales, children often suffer and die, but most of all go to girls: "The executioner cut off her legs with the red shoes – the dancing legs rushed over the field and disappeared into the scaffolding of the forest". In this ominous animation sounds the motive of the famous "Mermaid" – female abuse.

Bronze Monument Fear of Bodily Love became a symbol of Copenhagen.

This statue is a flow of tourists – from the new Royal Square past the monumental marble church, past the cozy Orthodox church, past the elegant Palace Amalienborg with one of the most elegant areas in Europe: past all this man-made beauty – to the man-made embodiment of horror before beauty. Little Mermaid is sitting at the shore on the stone, pushing the tail, bowing his head, which one night scolded the same unfulfilled masturbator, like Rushelkin Creator. I did not find it, and the head was new, no worse than the same – not in my head.

It is strange if you think that the mascot of full beautiful women, free in the bushes, the warm-blooded city became the girl who was equipped with a fish tail, shifting his feet forever.

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