How to draw Santa Claus with a pencil step by step. How to draw an illustration for the fairy tale "Moroz Ivanovich" in stages? Drawing on the theme of Ivanovich's House of Frost
- Describe the Needlewoman and Sloth using the words:
hardworking, caring, kind, affectionate, sympathetic, rude, modest, arrogant, inattentive, ungrateful, capricious.
The needlewoman is hardworking, kind, respectful, modest, responsive. The sloth is lazy, evil, disrespectful, rude, arrogant, disrespectful, arrogant. The author contrasted the characters and behavior of two girls using the contrast technique.
- How does the author feel about the Needlewoman and Sloth? Why do you think so? Confirm with text.
Confirm text:
“The needlewoman was a smart girl: she got up early, herself, without a nanny, dressed, and getting out of bed, she got down to business: she stoked the stove, kneaded bread, chalked the hut, fed the rooster, and then went to the well for water.
Meanwhile, Sloth lay in bed, stretched, rolled over from side to side... She gets up, jumps and sits by the window to count the flies... As soon as Sloth counts everyone, she doesn’t know what to do and what to do. .. She sits, miserable, and cries and complains to everyone that she is bored, as if others are to blame.
Meanwhile, the Needlewoman returns, strains the water, pours it into jugs; and what an entertainer: if the water is unclean, he will roll up a sheet of paper, put coals in it and pour coarse sand, insert that paper into a jug and pour water into it, and the water, you know, passes through the sand and through the coals and drops into the jug is clean, like crystal; and then the Needlewoman will begin to knit stockings or cut scarves, or even sew shirts and cut them, and even drag out a needlework song; and she was never bored, because she had no time to be bored either: now on this, now on another business, and here, you look, the evening has passed - the day has passed.
The needlewoman began to whip the snow so that the old man could sleep softer, but meanwhile, her poor hands ossified and her fingers turned white, like those of poor people, who rinse their linen in the ice-hole in winter: it’s cold, and the wind in the face, and the linen freezes, it costs a stake, but there is nothing to do - poor people work.
"Meanwhile, the needlewoman cleaned up everything in the house, went to the kitchen, prepared food, mended the old man's dress and darned linen."
Sloth’s rudeness is manifested in the very speech: “I have to tire myself - raise the shovel and reach into the stove; if you want, you will jump out yourself” (pie) ... “I have to tire myself - raise my hands, pull the boughs ... (to apples)... "I came to you to serve and get a job" (Moroz Ivanovich).
The attitude of Lenivitsa to work with Moroz Ivanovich: “Maybe it will pass anyway. It was free for the sister to take on the work; kind old man, he will give me piglets for free.
Without a twinge of conscience, Sloth demands a reward from Frost and grabs it without thanking the old man.
- Divide the fairy tale "Moroz Ivanovich" into parts, name them. Write down the plan. Make illustrations. Retell the text using your drawings.
1. Life of the Needlewoman and Sloth.
2. In the well.
3. Three days with Moroz Ivanovich.
4. Award of the Needlewoman.
5. Sloth goes to serve the old man.
6. Service Sloth.
7. Merit award.
8. Return home.
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- What is the difference between a folk tale and a literary one?
In order to answer this question, it is necessary to compare fairy tales.
- Write down how a literary fairy tale is similar to a folk tale.
A literary fairy tale is similar to a folk tale in that the same heroes act in it as in folk tales, magical powers operate, there are magical objects and helpers in it that help good heroes defeat evil. In the author's fairy tale, as in the folk tale, evil is always punished, good wins. There is a beginning, an ending, triple repetitions, a fantastic scene, the style of the language is close to the folk one, a lot of obsolete words, set expressions (phraseological units, sayings, proverbs).
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- And why do you, Moroz Ivanovich, asked the Needlewoman, walk the streets in winter and knock on the windows?- And then I knock on the windows, answered Moroz Ivanovich, so that they do not forget to heat the stoves and close the pipes in time; otherwise, because I know there are such sluts that they will heat the stove, but they won’t close the pipe, or they will close it, but at the wrong time, when not all the coals have burned out, but because of that, carbon monoxide happens in the upper room, people’s heads hurt , in the eyes of green; You can even die of fumes completely. And then I also knock on the window so that no one forgets that there are people in the world who are cold in winter, who don’t have a fur coat, and there’s nothing to buy firewood; then I knock on the window so that they don’t forget to help them.
Here the kind Moroz Ivanovich stroked the Needlewoman on the head, and lay down to rest on his snowy bed.
Meanwhile, the needlewoman cleaned up everything in the house, went to the kitchen, cooked the food, mended the old man's dress and darned the linen.
The old man woke up; was very pleased with everything and thanked the Needlewoman. Then they sat down to dine; the dinner was excellent, and the ice-cream that the old man made himself was especially good.
So the Needlewoman lived with Moroz Ivanovich for three whole days.
On the third day, Moroz Ivanovich said to the needlewoman:
“Thank you, you smart girl, it’s good that you comforted me, the old man, and I won’t remain in your debt. You know: people get money for needlework, so here's your bucket for you, and I poured a whole handful of silver patches into the bucket; yes, besides that, here's a diamond scarf for you to stab as a keepsake.
The needlewoman thanked, pinned the diamond, took the bucket, went back to the well, grabbed the rope and went out into the light of God.
As soon as she began to approach the house, the rooster, which she always fed, saw her, was delighted, flew up to the fence and cried:
Cuckoo, crow!
The Needlewoman has nickels in a bucket!
When the Needlewoman came home and told everything that had happened to her, the nanny was very surprised, and then said:
- You see, Sloth, what people get for needlework! Go to the old man and serve him, work; clean his room, cook in the kitchen, mend your dress and darn your linen, and you will earn a handful of nickels, but it will come in handy: we don’t have enough money for the holiday.
It was very distasteful for Sloth to go to work with the old man. But she wanted to get a nickel and a diamond pin too. Here, following the example of the Needlewoman, Sloth went to the well, grabbed the rope, and bang right to the bottom. The stove looks in front of her, and in the stove sits a pie, so ruddy, fried; sits, looks and says:
- I'm quite ready, browned, fried with sugar and raisins; whoever takes me will go with me.
And Sloth answered him:
- Yes, no matter how! I have to tire myself with lifting a spatula and reaching into the stove; if you want, you can jump out.
She goes further, in front of her there is a garden, and in the garden there is a tree, and golden apples on the tree; apples move their leaves and say among themselves:
- We are liquid apples, ripe; they ate the root of the tree, washed themselves with icy dew; whoever shakes us off the tree will take us for himself.
- Yes, no matter how! answered Sloth. I’m tired of raising my hands, pulling on the branches ... I’ll have time to score, as they themselves attack!
And Sloth passed by them. So she came to Moroz Ivanovich. The old man was still sitting on the icy bench and biting the snowballs.
"What do you want, girl?" he asked.
- I came to you, answered Sloth, to serve and get a job.
“You said sensibly, girl,” answered the old man, money follows for work, just let’s see what else your work will be! Go ahead and fluff up my feather bed, and then prepare some food, and mend my dress, and darn my linen.
Sloth went, and on the way she thought: “I will tire myself and chill my fingers! Perhaps the old man will not notice and will fall asleep on an unwhipped feather bed.
The old man really did not notice, or pretended not to notice, went to bed and fell asleep, and Sloth went into the kitchen. Came to the kitchen, and did not know what to do. She loved to eat, but to think how the food was prepared, it never occurred to her; and she was too lazy to look. So she looked around: in front of her lies greens, and meat, and fish, and vinegar, and mustard, and kvass, all in order. She thought, she thought, somehow she cleaned the greens, cut the meat and fish, and so as not to give herself much work, as everything was, washed, unwashed, she put it in a saucepan: greens, and meat, and fish, and mustard, and vinegar, and even added kvass, and she herself thinks: “Why bother yourself, cook each thing especially? After all, everything will be together in the stomach.
Here the old man woke up, asks for dinner. Sloth brought him a pot as it is, she didn’t even spread the tablecloths. Moroz Ivanovich tried it, grimaced, and the sand crunched on his teeth.
"You're doing well," he remarked, smiling. Let's see what your other job will be.
Sloth tasted it, and immediately spat it out, and the old man groaned, groaned, and began to cook the food himself and made dinner well, so that Sloth licked her fingers, eating someone else's cooking.
After dinner the old man lay down again to rest and reminded Sloth that his dress had not been mended, and his linen had not been darned either.
The sloth pouted, but there was nothing to do: she began to sort out her dress and linen; Yes, and here is the trouble: Sloth sewed clothes and linen, but how they sew it, she didn’t ask about it; she took a needle, but out of habit she pricked herself; so she threw it away. And the old man again seemed not to notice anything, he called Sloth to dinner, and even put her to bed. And Lenivitsa is happy; thinks to himself: “Perhaps it will pass. It was free for the sister to take on the work; kind old man, he will give me piglets for free.
On the third day, Lenivitsa comes and asks Moroz Ivanovich to let her go home and reward her for her work.
- What was your job? asked the old man. If it came to the truth, then you must pay me, because it was not you who worked for me, but I served you.
— Yes, how! answered Sloth. I lived with you for three whole days.
“You know, my dear,” answered the old man, that I’ll tell you: there is a difference between living and serving, and work and work are different; notice this: it will come in handy ahead. But, however, if your conscience does not look down, I will reward you: and what is your work, such will be your reward.
With these words, Moroz Ivanovich gave Lenivitsa a large silver ingot, and in the other hand a large diamond. The sloth was so happy about this that she grabbed both and, without even thanking the old man, ran home. Come home and brag.
- Here, he says that I have earned; not a couple of sisters, not a handful of patches and not a small diamond, but a whole silver ingot, you see, how heavy, and the diamond is almost the size of a fist ... You can buy a new one for the holiday ... 
Before she had time to finish, the silver ingot melted and poured onto the floor; he was nothing but quicksilver, which had hardened from the intense cold; at the same time the diamond began to melt. And the rooster jumped on the fence and cried loudly:
Crow-crow Ulka,
Sloth has an ice icicle in her hands!
And you, kids, think, guess what is true here, what is not true; what is said really, what is said by the side; what a joke for the sake of that in instruction ... 
- THE END -
Russian folk tale in the retelling of V. F. Odoevsky
Moroz Ivanovich
Nothing is given to us for free,
- it is not for nothing that the proverb has been carried on from time immemorial.
Two girls lived in the same house - the Needlewoman and Lenivitsa, and with them
nanny.
The needlewoman was a smart girl: she got up early, on her own, without a nanny,
dressed, and getting out of bed, she got down to business: she stoked the stove, the bread
kneaded, chalked the hut, fed the rooster, and then went to the well for water.
Meanwhile Sloth lay in bed, stretching from side to side.
waddle, is it really boring to lie down, so she’ll say awake: “Nanny,
put on my stockings, nanny, tie my shoes," and then he will say: "Nanny,
is there a bun?". He gets up, jumps, and sits by the window of flies to count:
flew in and how many flew away. As Sloth counts everyone, it’s not
knows what to do and what to do; she would be in bed - but not sleep
I want to; she would like to eat - but she doesn’t feel like eating; she would count flies to the window - yes
and that's tired. She sits, miserable, and cries and complains about everyone that she is bored,
as if others are to blame.
Meanwhile, the Needlewoman returns, strains the water, pours it into jugs; yes, even
what an entertainer: if the water is impure, she will roll up a sheet of paper, put in it
pour coals and coarse sand, insert that paper into a jug and pour it into
water, and you know, water passes through sand and through coals and drops into
the jug is clean, like crystal; and then the Needlewoman will start knitting stockings
or chop scarves, or even sew and cut shirts, and even needlework
the song will drag on; and she was never bored, because she was also bored
no time: now for this, then for another thing, and here, you look, and evening - day
passed.
Once a misfortune happened to the Needlewoman: she went to the well for water,
lowered the bucket on a rope, and the rope broke; the bucket fell into the well. How
be here?
The poor needlewoman burst into tears, and went to the nanny to tell about
their misfortune and misfortune; and nanny Praskovya was so strict and angry,
is talking:
- She made the trouble herself, and correct it herself; drowned the bucket herself, and
get it.
There was nothing to do: the poor needlewoman went again to the well, grabbed
by the rope and went down it to the very bottom. Only then a miracle happened to her.
As soon as she got down, she looked: there was a stove in front of her, and a pie was sitting in the stove, such
ruddy, fried; sits, looks and says:
- I'm quite ready, browned, fried with sugar and raisins; who me from
he will take the stoves, he will go with me! The needlewoman, without any hesitation, grabbed
spatula, took out a pie and put it in her bosom.
She goes further. In front of her is a garden, and in the garden stands a tree, and on the tree are golden
apples; apples move their leaves and say among themselves:
- We, liquid apples, are ripe; they ate the root of the tree, the icy dew
The needlewoman went up to the tree, shook it by the knot, and the golden apples
so they poured themselves into her apron.
The needlewoman goes further. She looks: in front of her sits the old man Moroz Ivanovich,
gray-haired; he sits on an ice bench and eats snowballs; will shake
head - frost falls from the hair, the spirit dies - thick steam comes down.
- A! - he said. - Hello, Needlewoman! Thank you for being my pie
brought; I haven't eaten anything hot in a long time.
Then he put the Needlewoman next to him, and together they made a pie
had breakfast, and ate golden apples.
- I know why you came, - says Moroz Ivanovich, - you are a bucket in my
the student lowered; I'll give you a bucket, only you give me three days
serve; you will be smart, you are better off; If you're lazy, it's worse for you. And now, -
Moroz Ivanovich added, “It’s time for me, an old man, to rest; go get it ready
I have a bed, but look, fluff up the feather bed well.
The needlewoman obeyed... They went into the house. Moroz Ivanovich's house is done
was all ice: doors, windows, and the floor were icy, and the walls were cleaned
snow stars; the sun shone on them, and everything in the house shone like
diamonds. On Moroz Ivanovich's bed, instead of a feather bed, lay fluffy snow;
cold and there was nothing to do.
The needlewoman began to beat the snow so that the old man could sleep softer, and
meanwhile, her, poor, hands ossified and her fingers turned white, like those of the poor
people who rinse underwear in the hole in winter: it’s cold, and the wind in the face, and underwear
it freezes, it costs a stake, but there is nothing to do - poor people work.
- Nothing, - said Moroz Ivanovich, - just rub your fingers with snow, and
leave, you won't get over it. I'm a kind old man; look what i have
curiosities.
Then he lifted his snowy feather bed with a blanket, and the Needlewoman saw
that green grass is breaking through under the feather bed. The needlewoman felt sorry for the poor
herbs.
“So you say,” she said, “that you are a good old man, but why are you
do you keep green grass under a snowy feather bed, do you not let it out into the light of day?
- I don’t release it because it’s not time yet, the grass hasn’t come into force yet. autumn
the peasants sowed it, and it sprouted, and if it had stretched out already, then winter would have been her
captured, and by the summer the grass would not have ripened. So I covered my young greenery
a snowy feather bed, and even lay down on it himself so that the snow would not be blown away by the wind, and
spring will come, the snowy featherbed will melt, the grass will grow, and there, you look,
the grain will also look out, and the peasant will collect the grain and take it to the mill; miller
the grain will be swept away, and there will be flour, and you, Needlewoman, will bake bread from flour.
- Well, tell me, Moroz Ivanovich, - said the Needlewoman, - why are you in
are you sitting in a well?
- Then I sit in the well, that spring is coming, - said Moroz Ivanovich. -
I get hot; and you know that in the summer it is cold in the well,
that's why the water in the well is cold, even in the middle of the hottest summer.
- And why are you, Moroz Ivanovich, - asked the Needlewoman, - in the winter through the streets
do you go and knock on the windows?
- And then I knock on the window, - answered Moroz Ivanovich, - so that they don’t forget
stoves to heat and pipes to close in time; not that, because I know there are
sluts that they will heat the stove, but they will not close the pipe or close it
they will close it, but at the wrong time, when not all the coals have burned out, but from that
it is carbon monoxide in the upper room, people have a headache, green in the eyes; even completely
you can die of fumes. And then I knock on the window so that no one
I forgot that there are people in the world who are cold in winter, who do not have a fur coat,
and there is nothing to buy firewood; so I then knock on the window so as not to help them
forgot.
Here the kind Moroz Ivanovich stroked the Needlewoman on the head, and lay down.
rest on your snowy bed.
The needlewoman, meanwhile, cleaned up everything in the house, went to the kitchen,
made, mended the old man's dress and darned the linen.
The old man woke up; was very pleased with everything and thanked the Needlewoman.
Then they sat down to dine; lunch was wonderful, and the ice cream was especially good,
which the old man made himself.
So the Needlewoman lived with Moroz Ivanovich for three whole days.
On the third day, Moroz Ivanovich said to the needlewoman:
- Thank you, you are a smart girl, you comforted me, an old man, and I
I will not be indebted to you. You know: people get money for needlework, so
here is your bucket, and I poured a whole handful of silver patches into the bucket;
yes, moreover, here is a diamond for you to remember - to stab a scarf.
The needlewoman thanked, pinned a diamond, took a bucket, went
again to the well, grabbed the rope and went out into the light of day.
She has just begun to come up to the house like a cock, which she always
fed; saw her, was delighted, flew up to the fence and shouted:
Cuckoo, crow!
The Needlewoman has nickels in a bucket!
When the Needlewoman came home and told everything that had happened to her, the nanny
she marveled greatly, and then she said:
- You see, Sloth, what people get for needlework! Come to
serve the old man, work; clean up in his room, in the kitchen
get ready, mend the dress and darn the linen, so you will earn a handful of piglets, and
it will come in handy: we have little money for the holiday.
It was very distasteful for Sloth to go to work with the old man. But piglets to her
I wanted to get a diamond pin too.
Here, following the example of the Needlewoman, Sloth went to the well, grabbed
rope, but bang right to the bottom. She looks - there is a stove in front of her, and she sits in the stove
a pie, so ruddy, fried; sits, looks and says:
- I'm quite ready, browned, fried with sugar and raisins; who me
take it, he will go with me. And Sloth answered him:
- Yes, no matter how! I tire myself - raise the shovel and into the oven
stretch; if you want, you can jump out.
She goes further, in front of her is a garden, and in the garden stands a tree, and on the tree there are golden
apples; apples move their leaves and say among themselves:
- We are liquid apples, ripe; they ate the root of the tree, the icy dew
washed; whoever shakes us off the tree will take us for himself.
- Yes, no matter how! - answered Sloth. - I tire myself - handles
lift, pull by the boughs ... I have time to score, as they themselves attack!
And Sloth passed by them. So she came to Moroz Ivanovich. Old man
still sat on the icy bench and nibbled on the snowballs.
- What do you want, girl? - he asked.
- I came to you, - Sloth answered, - to serve and get a job.
- You said sensibly, girl, - the old man answered, - money for work
should, just let's see what else your work will be! Come beat me
a feather bed, and then prepare food, but mend my dress, and darn my linen.
Lenivitsa went, and on the way she thinks:
“I’ll tire myself out and chill my fingers! Maybe the old man won’t notice even on
fall asleep to the unwhipped feather bed."
The old man really did not notice, or pretended not to notice, lay down in
bed and fell asleep, and Sloth went to the kitchen. Came to the kitchen, and does not know
what to do. She loved to eat, but to think about how the food was prepared is for her
did not occur to me; and she was too lazy to look. Here she looked around: lies
in front of her are greens, and meat, and fish, and vinegar, and mustard, and kvass - everything is
order. She thought, thought, somehow she cleaned the greens, cut the meat and fish
yes, so as not to give yourself a lot of work, as everything was, washed-unwashed, and
put in a saucepan: and herbs, and meat, and fish, and mustard, and vinegar, and even
poured kvass, and she thinks:
- Why bother to cook each thing separately? After all, everything is together in the stomach
will.
Here the old man woke up, asks for dinner. Sloth brought him a saucepan,
there is, I didn’t even spread the tablecloths. Moroz Ivanovich tried it, grimaced, and
the sand crunched against his teeth.
"You're good at cooking," he remarked, smiling. Let's see what your
there will be another job.
The sloth tasted it, and immediately spat it out, and the old man groaned, groaned,
Yes, and he began to cook the food himself and made dinner to the glory, so that Sloth
licked her fingers, eating someone else's cooking.
After dinner the old man again lay down to rest and reminded Lenivitsa that he had
the dress has not been mended, and the linen has not been darned.
The sloth pouted, but there was nothing to do: the dress and linen began to
disassemble; Yes, and here is the trouble: Sloth sewed clothes and underwear, but how they sew it, oh
Tom didn't ask; she took a needle, but out of habit she pricked herself; so her and
quit. And the old man again seemed not to notice anything, he called Sloth to dinner,
and even put him to sleep.
And Lenivitsa is happy; thinks to himself:
"Perhaps it will pass anyway. It was free for the sister to take on the work; the old man
kind, he will give me piglets for free.
On the third day, Lenivitsa comes and asks Moroz Ivanovich to take her home.
let go and reward for work.
- What was your job? - asked the old man. - If it's true
things went well, so you have to pay me, because you didn’t work for me, but
I served you.
- Yes, how! - answered Sloth. “I stayed with you for three whole days.
“You know, my dear,” the old man answered, “what I’ll tell you: live and
serve - the difference, and the work of the work is different; notice this: it will come in handy ahead.
But, however, if your conscience does not look down, I will reward you: and what is your
work, such will be your reward.
With these words, Moroz Ivanovich gave Lenivitsa a large silver ingot,
and in the other hand a very large diamond.
The sloth was so happy about this that she grabbed both and, without even
Thanking the old man, she ran home.
Come home and brag.
Here, he says, is what I have earned; not a couple sister, not a handful of patches yes
not a small diamond, but a whole silver ingot, you see, how heavy, and
a diamond is almost the size of a fist ... You can buy a new one for the holiday ...
Before she had time to finish, the silver ingot melted and poured onto the floor;
he was nothing but quicksilver, which had hardened from the intense cold; at the same
time began to melt and the diamond. And the rooster jumped on the fence and cried loudly:
cock-crow,
Sloth has an ice icicle in her hands!
And you, kids, think, guess what is true here, what is not true; what
it is said indeed that by the side; what a joke, what in instruction ...
Moroz Ivanovich watch
Frost Ivanovich. Odoevsky
How's the weather? Is the frost already cracking outside the window? We have "zero" on the street, but the real Moroz Ivanovich settled right at home, but what a! With fabulous drawings by Vladimir Konashevich! Unfortunately, I have not preserved the old book, so I am doubly glad for the new snowy greetings from childhood. Especially when you consider how wonderfully printed illustrations.
I think everyone remembers Vladimir Odoevsky's fairy tale "Moroz Ivanovich", written about two girls - the Needlewoman and Sloth, who fall through a magic well to the gray-haired old man Moroz Ivanovich, and there real miracles await them - a stove with a ruddy pie and an apple tree with golden apples. And what is the work of the girls, such is their reward, to the Needlewoman for her merits - a full bucket of silver coins and a diamond hairpin, and Lenivitsa - an ice icicle.
The plot of this tale is often found in literature, for example, in "Frau Holle" by the Brothers Grimm about a sorceress from a well, rewarding a hardworking girl and punishing a negligent one. Its most famous translation belongs to Pyotr Nikolaevich Polevoy - "Lady Metelitsa", but there are also options, for example, Boris Zakhoder's fairy tale "Grandmother Blizzard". And yet my favorite text, which has absorbed the whole Russian winter, with scope and scope, is Odoevsky's fairy tale. A beautiful literary language, old phrases and outdated words give the story a truly magical flavor (and the way the nanny "wondered" even got accustomed in our family).
Konashevich's illustrations are so bright and detailed that the ice house sparkles on them, and it seems as if you yourself jumped into the well and ended up in the cold kingdom of Moroz Ivanovich, adorned with snow stars. The only disappointment is that the text sometimes lags behind the picture, literally by a few words.
Thought this book was too old for the Prime Reader and wanted to put it off until next year. But from a huge stack of publications that arrived, he chose "Moroz Ivanovich" and refused to let it go. I read it and it turned out that it’s just right now, and will be relevant right up to school, especially the stories of peasants and poor people who are rinsing clothes in the hole, and philosophical explanations for why Santa Claus is knocking on the window. Most of all, the Chief Reader was surprised at the grass under grandfather's feather bed, said, "Now it's clear where she hides for the winter," asked me to tell you what mercury is, and in the store now, when buying a long loaf, he sings: "whoever takes me, he will go with me. ..", very funny. But in general, it is impossible not to notice that the book has sunk into the child’s soul: all the time now she worries whether she is a hardworking girl enough, asks to be taught how to cook something other than scrambled eggs and porridge, and sew, and trains to fasten buttons. Here it is - the marvelous power of the impact of a correct and kind fairy tale.
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