Castle. She was also cut out of cardboard. Her skirt was of the finest muslin, narrow blue ribbon from the shoulder down to the belt. Ribbon was attached sparkling sequins, very large - she could close the face of the girl. Beauty, this has been a dancer. She stood on one leg, extending your arms forward, and the other leg raised so high, that the tin soldier could see it at once and the first thought, that the one-legged beauty, like himself.
"I wish I had a wife - thought Tin Soldier. - Only she, probably a noble family - she lives in a castle, and I boxed; besides us there for twenty-five pieces. No, she was not in the box seat, but to meet her yet does not interfere! " And stretched out full length, he hid behind a snuff-box, too, was on the table. From here he could look without looking at the pretty lady, which is still standing on one leg, never losing balance.
In the evening, all the other soldiers was put back in the box, and the people, too, went to bed. Then the toys began to play themselves on a visit, then the war, and then staged a ball. Tin soldiers were delivered in a box - they, too, wanted to play, but they could not lift the lid. Nutcracker tumbled and pencil dance went on slate. I raised such a noise