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THE Resolute TIN-Warrior
There were quite a long time ago five and twenty tin-troopers—aall siblings, as they were made from the normal, worn-out tin spoon. Their uniform was red and blue, and they bore their weapons and gazed directly before them. The principal words that they heard in this world, when the cover of the container where they lay was taken off, were: 'Hurrah, tin-fighters!' This was shouted by a young man, applauding; they had been given to him since it was his birthday, and presently he started setting them out on the table. Each trooper was precisely similar to the next in shape, with the exception of only one, who had been made last when the tin had run low; however, he remained as immovably on his one leg as the others did on two, and he is the one that became renowned. There were numerous different toys on the table on which they were being set out; however, the most pleasant of everything was a little cardboard palace with windows through which you could see into the rooms. Before the palace stood a few little trees encompassing a minuscule mirror that seemed to be a lake. Wax swans were drifting about and reflecting themselves in it. That was all exceptionally lovely, yet the most gorgeous thing was a little woman who remained in the open entryway. She was stripped of paper; however, she had on a dress of the best muslin, with a scarf of limited blue strip around her shoulders, secured in the center with a sparkling rose made of gold paper, which was essentially as extensive as her head. The little woman was loosening up both her arms, for she was an Artist, and was lifting up one leg so high that the Tin-fighter couldn't find it anyplace and believed that she, as well, had just a single leg.
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