Name: 小さなバイオリニストについての子供のためのベッドタイムの物語 (Bedtime story for children about little violinist)
Uploaded: 2021-01-14T04:55:59.000Z
Duration: 37 min 58 s
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A bedtime story for children, in English.

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Once upon a time there was a little boy who was so small that his parents named him Tiny.

When he raced around the house with his tiny legs whirring and his tiny hands waving, he

was so much fun to watch that his grandfather nicknamed him Mite. That is how he became

known as Tiny Mite. He was only a few inches tall.

His father bought a toy house for Tiny Mite and furnished it with a tiny bed, table, closet,

and everything else to make it cozy and comfortable. His mother sewed him a down blanket for his

bed and glued a beautiful carpet onto his floor. The shelves were filled with toys and

a violin for Tiny Mite to play in the evening. He loved his home and felt safe there. But,

being a mischievous and cheerful boy, he often left his little toy house and ran around the

big house, waving his hands comically. The grownups were so deathly frightened of stepping

on him that they found a shiny silver bell for him to wear around his neck.

In Tiny Mite's eyes, everything looked enormous and mysterious -- at times downright intimidating.

Imagine a cat that looks like a fierce tiger and a dog the size of a monster! The cat and

the dog both loved Tiny Mite and were super-careful when touching him. Tiny Mite knew they would

never deliberately do anything to hurt him. Still, whenever they came near, his heart

started pounding and he ran back into his house as fast as his little legs could move.

At suppertime he would stroll around the table top as though it were a huge magic carpet,

covered with all the treats his heart could imagine. He enjoyed gathering cookie crumbs

and licking up drops of spilled milk. His mother scolded him, but he still loved to

His mother sewed him two suits, an ordinary gray suit for everyday use and a second one

for special occasions. The special one had a blue jacket with silver buttons, and Tiny

stored it in a chest in his little toy house. On holidays and when company came, he wore

the special suit and put on his shiny boots and spurs. He looked like a fairy-tale prince.

Tiny was surrounded with love, and he had everything his heart could desire. But then

On that particular day, he felt curious about the outside world. He put on his festive jacket

with the silver buttons, his shiny boots with the spurs, and he checked to make sure the

silver bell was hanging around his neck. He ran over to the door and slipped through the

opening made for the dog to run in and out. He squinted at the bright light. Everything

to him was new and a bit scary. He could have surrendered to his fear and gone back inside,

but instead he walked ahead into the unknown, watching every step he took. Finally he reached

the main road. As he looked up at the trees lining the street, he was awestruck. People

were scurrying about in all directions, and any one of them could have easily crushed

Tiny raced down the sidewalk and right into the open door of the first shop he came to.

He quickly hid under a counter. It was a toy store.

Looking out, he could see huge shoes and boots promenading around the store. Some of the

shoes were much smaller than the others. The owners of the smaller shoes were whining and

pleading for some toy or another. Even the small shoes seemed like giants to Tiny Mite,

and he decided to wait until they all left.

When evening came, the store closed and became so silent you could hear a pin drop. Tiny

cautiously came out and walked from room to room. He had to catch his breath when he saw

how many toys there were. Almost every toy was much, much too big for him. Only two attracted

him: a small wind-up frog that began to jump about when Tiny saw it, and a small mouse

toy. At first he backed away from the mouse in fright. Then he laughed out loud. Who ever

Right before the store opened in the morning, Tiny scurried back to his hiding place. He

was very, very hungry. He missed his little house. Fortunately, a careless salesgirl had

spilled some cookie crumbs onto the floor. He ate them and was almost sound asleep, when

suddenly two pairs of shoes appeared next to the counter. Two were big and very stylish.

The other two were smaller and not so fancy. Tiny guessed correctly that they belonged

to a mother and daughter, in the store to look at the toys.

Suddenly something rolled right toward him. It was an enormous silver-colored wheel. Tiny

was barely able to lurch to one side in time to escape. Immediately a small hand in a glove

began to sweep the area under the counter and happened to bump into Tiny Mite.

"Oh, wow," a shrill voice exclaimed. "There's something down here!"

A second later Tiny found himself parked in the middle of the palm of a gigantic hand.

A pair of enormous sparkling eyes with shaggy eyelashes was staring right at him.

"Mom, take a look!" said the girl, holding out her hand for her mother to see. "See

how cute and funny he is! Let's take this miraculous little creature home."

And that is how Tiny Mite ended up in Sonya's house.

Sonya's father bought a toy house with furniture for Tiny Mite. Sonya's mother sewed him

a little blanket and laid down a beautiful carpet for him. And everything was just perfect,

except that he didn't have the violin he had loved to play in the evening.

Sitting with his back propped up against a warm soup tureen one evening, Tiny Mite thought

back to his own mother and father. He remembered the violin that had been more precious to

him than anything. His eyes filled with tears. Sonya wept with him. Her father took Tiny

into his broad hands and ran his fingers gingerly though the boy's curly hair.

"Tell me what's the matter, big guy... Don't you like living here with us?"

"No, it's not that." Tiny Mite answered. "It's just that I miss my violin. You

"You're one violin player that's going to have a violin," he said. "There, there,

don't you cry. It really makes me sad to see you cry."

Tiny Mite wiped his eyes and sighed. Sonya also stopped crying and caressed the boy gently.

Days passed with no sign of a violin. Sonya's father kept looking for someone able to build

a miniature violin, but one by one, all the instrument makers turned down the order. Who

One evening, Sonya's father came home in the evening after work and told everyone,

rubbing his hands eagerly: "Well, Tiny, it looks like I have found the right craftsman.

He makes amazing things, so tiny you can hardly believe. He promised to make you a violin."

Quite a few days passed and finally Sonya's father brought home a tiny violin in a silver

case. There it was: a genuine violin, with strings and a bow -- only everything was

"Tiny, dear Tiny," said Sonya. "Play something for us!"

Tiny Mite stood up in the middle of the table, took hold of the violin, tossed back his golden

curls, and began to play. He became so absorbed in his inspired playing that the adults had

tears in their eyes, and Sonya kissed his pink little cheek.

From that time on, Tiny Mite did not cry any more. He spent his days playing the violin,

warming himself by the soup tureen, and fleeing from the cat. He felt at ease in his new family

and he began to spend less time remembering his parents and his grandfather, who had nicknamed

One day Sonya's father announced that the family was going to their summer cottage.

Tiny Mite loved adventures and rushed to pack his trunk. He packed his little silver violin-case

with the violin inside, his blue jacket, his shiny boots, and a wind-up toy frog that Sonya's

The cottage turned out to be a large house with enormous windows and a terrace. Tiny

Mite was a little afraid of going out into the garden. Flaming red roses straddled the

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