Agatha Christie.
Life and Creativity Queen Detective

"Where are we going? Of course, no one knows, and it is from this that intercepts breathing ... I think that being a part of something whole is one of the most exciting sacraments of life. I love life. And no despair, hellish flour and misfortune will never make me forget that just live is a great good. "

These are words from the "autobiography" Agatha Christie - books, no less exciting than its countless detectives; Books affecting wisdom, amazing humor and self-irony; Books discovering us "Queen detective" from new, unexpected parties.

For his life, she changed several names. These changes marked the beginning of new stages in the fate of Agatha ...

Agata Mary Claiss Miller

She was born - scary to say! - Back at Queen Victoria, in 1890. Lifeline in their house in Torki was not the old-fashioned, but moderately conservative.

"The greatest happiness that can fall in life is a happy childhood. I had a very happy childhood. Cute my heart and garden; wise and patient nanny; Mom and dad, hotly loved each other, who managed to become happy spouses and parents "
(from Avtobiography).
Agatha herself grew by a girl developed, but still slightly ... limited, or something. Not so smart as the elder sister Maja, not so charming, like Monti's brother.

Put your hand on the heart, compared to them, she looked stupid, slow, tight-speaking and ever fading in the clouds.

Agata Miller in his youth

How much she remembered himself, she never knew what boredom was, she always had friends, and not only real. Chasing the hoop along the garden paths, she became the wandering knight in the armor, then the court lady riding on the white horse, then the driver on the three railways of its own invention.

Education she got home and considered him unsystematic. At the same time, he was read, loved mathematics, played perfectly on the piano, and only the panic fear of public speeches closed her path to the career of the pianist.

This stiffness, timidity and close accompanied her all life. When she was presented with a puppy, about which she had long dreamed of, the girl in the literal sense of the word numb from delight and could not squeeze even "thank you." She did not dare and look at the dog and ... ran away. Father was disappointed - he thought that the baby would be pleased! But the wise mother, who always understood everything, said: "She needs time. She can not understand everything to the end. " And Agata at that time sat in a secluded corner and comprehended happiness that fell on her: "I have a dog ... Dog ... My own dog, my own real dog ..."

Agatha with Father Frederick Miller

When she had to come into the world (in those days there was still such an old-fashioned concept), Mom chose to take it into the colony - in Cairo, so that in a less famous atmosphere of 17-year-old debutanth, it was easier to leaf with her new position, learn to communicate. The trip helped financially (after the death of the father with money they had hard, and everything was cheaper in the province), but not from the point of view of ease of communication.

On one of the balls, the cavalier, taking after dance Agatu to the mother, noticed: "Here is your daughter. She has already learned to dance perfectly. Now it would be nice to teach it and talk. "

These features of her character, no matter how surprisingly, served her a good service. Before the war (no one knew that historians would call her first world), when the sinister shadow was already coming to Europe, the society was prepared in his own way to the coming troubles.

Girls and ladies from good families were recorded in medical care courses, but many of them "did not have a present idea of \u200b\u200bwhat the care of wounded and, filled with the most kind of intentions, somehow they did not think that they would have to deal with such things like a vessel, ducks, the consequences of vomiting and the smell of rotting wounds.

I think they imagined our activities like this: to correct the pillow and tender the words of the consolation of our brave soldiers. " And seeing the wrongness of life, many of them have fainted and quickly found other classes. Agatha remained. She worked in the hospital and in a pharmacy with it three pre-war years and the whole war, who also received the profession of pharmacist (which is why in her works most of the murders will be performed using poison).

No, she was not easy - she remembered all her life, as the eldest nurse, who studied inexperienced girls, instructed her to remove the desalious scalded bint in the babe of babies ...

"In the end, it was necessary only to bother the bandage. And I not only had to achieve this, but I had to feel the same pain as the child. I continued my work, still almost in fainting, squeezing my teeth, but achieving the result and acting so gently and carefully as I could. "

The compassion of someone else's pain, a coalded desire to help - it will remain with Agata for life. In her detectives, the victim was always interested in her much more than the criminal. And the desire to restore justice was a motive in many of her works.

Agatha Christie

With first husband - Archibald Christie

Even before the war, she met Lieutenant Archibald Christie - a young, assertive, who did not consider any conventions. Love collapsed on Agatu and skiddled in the whirlpool ... But they were married only after three years during a short vacation Archie from the front - very unexpected for everyone, and for her the most too. They began to live together they only after the war - without money, without a position, without housing ...

Yes, they were so different. But they were in love and happy! The echoes of this period of their life can be found in the novel "The Secret Enemy" - about two lovers, Tommy and Tappens, who were after the war without money and work and asked in the result.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Christie began writing. How it happened - it is not clear. Whether from boredom, correcting after the influenza, or competing with Maja, who already published highly thorough stories ... At first, Agata composed poems, stories, and then - just for fun - a detective novel. The first was the "mysterious incident in Stiles."

For the story, a detective, disabling business, was required - and an eccentric Belgian arose with a cordial mustache, a former police officer who was pretended for the order and at the work of "gray cells". The refugee Belgians she was in a lot of wondered in wartime, the rest is the fruit of imagination. Years, agate Christians rinses that in the first novel made Poirot the elderly, "she did not assume that this funny little man would live a few more decades!

Roman written - what's next? The first, second - one after another five publishers with cute reneresses rejected him. There was time, the whole story began to forget, Agatha managed to wait for her husband from the front, to heal a new life - and suddenly, two years later, in 1920, a letter came that the novel was accepted and prepared for publication. Money paid to her funny, the contract concluded the branch - but what she was before it! She was published! So why not try yet?

Gradually, she discovered that in addition to the pleasure of inventing confusing stories, its essays also bring money. But the fact that she became famous, even famous, reached her consciousness a very unexpected and painful way. Her family drama has become a newspaper sensation.

When the war ran out, there was a daughter's difficulty behind the difficulty, a daughter was born, and the Writing of Agata helped buy a big house - in general, "normal" life began, the difference in the interests of Archie and Agatha launched sharp. He has golf, golf and golf. She has written, travel and house. In the end, Archie was not joking with their partner on the game, and it went to the divorce.

That's where it happened strange. One evening, the car Agata was found over the cliff, and the mistress disappeared without a trace. The scandal broke out, the newspaper hype rose, 11 days the whole country was looking for a famous writer. Agatu was discovered at the hotel where she registered under a strange name.

What happened in fact - argue so far. The official version is amnesia as a result of a brain concussion or a strong nervous shock. But it is likely that an offended woman just wanted to hide the wrong husband. She did not count in any way that all this would fall into the newspapers and would be the property of the whole country.

Mary Westmakott

A similar story is described in the novel of some Mary Westmakott. Do you unfamiliar to you? But this is Alter Ego Agatha Christie.

Do you pass a lot in a detective? When it is limited to a certain number of printed signs, it would be enough to set forth the plot. After the divorce from the Archie "Agata Christie" remained - it was already called, a brand. But besides him, our heroine took another pseudonym - Mary Westmakott, typing his novels under him. Just novels, not detective. In criticism they are called psychological. They are unusual for Agatha Christie - no murder! - And at the same time, it is characteristic of it: it seems like simple everyday stories, human experiences, a multi-layer story, and inside - depth ...

One of the novels is called "unfinished portrait." It is talking about a young woman who is painfully going through the divorce and hides from all, thinking about suicide ... Having met on the island, where she was, a young artist, she tells him the story of his life, and then suddenly he finds what he is who she was waiting for ...

In this novel (the second of six, written by Mary Westmakott) a lot of autobiographical. And not only the echoes of marriage with Archi, but also, to some extent, the history of her second marriage.

Agata Mallów

She is forty. He twenty five. Agatha is a famous writer traveling on excavations in Mesopotamia. Max is an archaeologist, assistant of the famous scientist Leonard Woolly.

When they accidentally encountered fate, agate, not suggesting the possibilities of any personal relationship (with such a difference in age!), I felt just and calmly, was open and sincerely. He showed her ancient cities, answered her numerous questions, outped in difficult situations.

They chatted about this, they told some stories from their life ... And when after a few months, Max Mallown made her an offer, she was frightened and ... refused. But, thank God, he was persistent!

Agatha Christie with a second husband
- archaeologist Max Mallown

In the royal historical society, he was an eminent scientist, and she - his modest spouse, in the club of writers Max was just a husband of the famous Agatha Christie. Agatha said that she was extremely lucky to become an archaeologist's wife: "The older I get, the greater interest I imagine for him for His historian." Together they lived before her death. Max survived Agatu just two years.

The second marriage opened a new world for her. For half a year they lived in England, and half a year spent on excavations - in Ninevei, Nimrud. Agatha began to deal with archeology, lived in tents somewhere in Arpachia, sketched and photographed the find and ... wrote.

East with his unusual culture for Europeans and customs gave a lot of food to her imagination. In many novels, the action takes place in Baghdad, Babylon, even on excavations. The famous East Express is also part of this life, these travels. Agatha managed to enter into his "Eastern" detectives and a romantic love story, and a spy plot.

And once a friend-scientist persuaded Agatu to write a detective romance from life ... Ancient Egyptians. Yes Yes exactly. At the beginning of the 20th century, Egyptology experienced a stormy flourishing - the monuments, items, names were returned from non-existence ... But what did people think of that distant time, how did you live, how did you solve those questions that you stand in front of a person of any era? In fact, Agatha Christie was the first writer, trying to penetrate the inhabitant of this ancient country.

I think that the buddy sorry regretted my reckless act, because Agatha with his own meticulousness for a long time asked him about all the subtleties of life, trade, Egyptian's nutrition, so that every little thing was alive and speaking. So the novel "Death comes as a junction", based on the real letters of the priest, who lived during the XI dynasty. In the letters to friends of Agata Christie wrote that this people loved, who knows how to sincerely enjoy life and does not perceive death as something terrible.

All the second world war, Agata spent in London, under continuous bombing. They even became in some extent in commonplace. "Ordinary, in essence, even waiting for you that you can soon kill that people who you love most about the world can kill that at any time you can learn about the death of friends." Max managed to ensure that he was taken to the army, he served abroad, and there were no news from him. And Agatha supported family, friends, acquaintances, and sometimes completely unfamiliar people. Three times a week she worked in the hospital, and the rest of the time wrote ...

In 1956, Agata Christie received the Order of the British Empire, and in 1971 for achievements in the field of literature, the title "Kavaledam" and the right to be called "Lady Agatha".

Lady Agata

Still, what did she do for a detective genre? Why did she name "Queen of the detective"? Great masters, classics of detective were before her - Edgar by, Gilbert Keith Chesterton, her favorite Conan Doyle. And the classic canon detective to her time has already developed: a mirage intrigue, an abundance of evidence, a smart criminal, even more insightful detective, his satellite-brain ...

Agatha Christie prevails a completely traditional scheme, and in terms of part, say, the subtleties of the fabul and expressiveness of the characters, it is significantly inferior to Chesterton with his father Brown. But at the same time it is surprisingly inventive in its storylock, it is not afraid to experiment. Is it explained by her success? No one knows this, and even more so she herself.

Maybe the fact is that inventing the stories was primarily a fascinating game, a puzzle, similar to those that they did with the Father in childhood? But the fact remains a fact: only after Agata Christie, or rather, along with it, the genre of detective gained a full shine.

She avoided the descriptions of bloody details. Unlike modern authors who have an emphasis, as a rule, on the spectacular scenes of violence, at the "Action", its novels are almost static, but the tense "internal" action does not let the reader goes to the end.

She started with the works, whose action is developing literally at the table - the heroes are divided by different confusing stories, and brilliantly unravels them all ... Old Virgo, not caring from his village. In Miss Marple, there is something from the Agatha itself - an insurmountable, almost a squeamish disgust for the crime.

And from the grandmother of the writer - healthy life cynicism:

"Miss Marple will not call the unkind, just she does not trust people. And even waits from them the worst, it is good, no matter what they represent ".

"The innocent must be protected; He must be able to live in peace and harmony with others. I am scared that anyone seems to have no business to innocent. "

One day, Agatu Christie almost liberated critics and readers: she inflexively inflated them, I ascertain all the laws of the genre! Just in one of the novels, she made a criminal ... Native! Just in case, I will not call the name of the novel - to be more interesting to read.

A play "Mousetrap" became a cult work for England and a real record holder: it goes on the scenes of London theaters already 60 years old, while watched not to disclose the content. And they keep! (True, with the advent of the Internet, all traditions are broken.)

... In the official questionnaires in the column "Rod classes" Agat Mallown always wrote: "Married lady." Yes, she wrote, but nevertheless did not believed that all her life was reduced to this, and did not consider himself a "real writer."

She finished her autobiography like this:

"The child, getting up because of the table, says:" Thank you, Lord, for a good lunch. " What to tell me in your seventy five? Thank you, Lord, for my good life, and for the whole that love that I was greeted. "

Life is a strange and complicated thing that can throw up several dozen troubles in one day. However, it is worth remembering: any trouble is a lesson that is necessarily useful sometime in the future. If a person is an honest student, he will remember the lecture from the first time. In the event that the lesson was incomprehensible, life will be faced with him again and again. And many people perceive such literally, complicating their lives! But sometimes you should not tolerate some things, looking for those life lessons! What specific situations should be stopped?

Everything seems sad and gray, close people are annoyed, work infuriates and soaps arise that all life rolls somewhere under Sunny. In order to change your own life, it is not necessary to do something supernatural and complex. Sometimes the simplest and accessible to each person actions can significantly increase the level of energy and make feel much better. Try to introduce 7 effective practices in your life, which cool will change your life for the better.

Everyone who is engaged in self-development knows that he cannot do without a feeling of discomfort. Quite often, people confuse discomfort with a black stripe in life and begin to complain, or even worse - try to avoid change. But as experience shows, only going beyond the comfort of comfort, you can find and find all the benefits that we need.

Many do not imagine their day without one or more cups. And it turns out that drinking coffee is not only tasty, but also useful! If you do not complain about serious health problems, you can drink a few cups of this delicious drink without remorse and enjoy it.

Laziness, this character trait, which is more or less extended by each of us, so that this article is dedicated to all readers without exception.

Pity is difficult to notice immediately, from the beginning of its appearance. It penetrates a person very slowly, and then remove it is very difficult. And only at the moment when the first alarming bell is silent, an understanding comes. Despite the fact that it appears when the situation already requires an immediate solution. Therefore, it is important to know in advance and understand what is pity for yourself and how it manifests itself.

10 life truths to remember everyone

Perfectionism - faith in what the ideal can and should be achieved. Perfectionist is always striving for perfection, whether it is an appearance, a working task or an environment surrounding it. In this article we will tell about 5 lessons, teaches perfectionism.

No one questioned the progress of science in the modern world. If you asked our distant and not very ancestors about psychological problems, they would just spread their hands - they say, what is it? Modern psychology easily juggles definitions: Oedipus complex, complex of deals, a complex of inferiority, a complex of the victim ... How to get rid of complexes and various psychological problems, from all that prevents you from living a harmonious life to be a strong and free person?

Hey, what are you drawing there on the sand? - Calculate. Do you know that if you find a plot of support, you can turn the globe? - Move the globe? Wow, in this thinish something there is something! From the ancient conversation, do not touch, do not touch its circles! Do not touch the circles of Archimedes! .. One of the sucked Roman-enemies with scientists joins a conversation: - What to talk about such a trifling? - Lega does not ask with a smile. - You build your calculations on the sand, on the soil, especially by the link. He said - and heard the answer of the old man: - Soldier, you sorry me. But the wisdom is alive and in bulk sands, and stupidity is dead and in granite. "You see, a master of beautiful words," the legate ended the conversation. "The old man, I'm not the throne of your circles." Said - and killed Archimedes. History rushes on all pairs, she has her care: already Archimedes are burning on the fires, go to the scaffolds ... They, Archimedes, put bricks, others give the victory ... And now, as before, it sounds over the world: do not touch the circles of Archimedes !

1-02. Carthage

As soon as Carthage originated how he had already been to chase that he had to be destroyed. - We have run out of the construction appropriation, and funds are not used for destruction, they were rumored in the Rome Senate. "Therefore, no matter how regrettable, there is no other way out: the carfapes should be destroyed. The Romans agreed with Romans and became a little by little to destroy Carthage. The case was complicated by the fact that the inhabitants of Carthagen, which are few knowledgeable in the budgetary difficulties of the Roman Empire alien to them, thoroughly slowed down the destruction of their city. - Carthage must be destroyed! - They rummed in the Roman Senate in a year. - Carthage must be destroyed! - Rounded there in three years. The Roman budget experienced difficulties. And together with him experienced the difficulties inhabitants of the distant city of Carthage.

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

1-03. Herostrat

And Herostrat did not believe in miracles. He considered them dangerous fad. The Great Temple burned down half an hour, and a pile ash remained from him. Temple of Artemis. Unprecedented temple on perfection of lines commensurate. He was erected by mortal gods - and this miracle surpassed immortal. But Herostrat did not believe in miracles, he knew the actual price. He believed that he could do himself. And what could he? To set fire to these walls. Not Slavobets and not a vanity, but the most sober person in the world - here it is worth it. And looks at the fire, which in the world does not shine anyone.

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

1-04. Diogen Sinopsky

Diogen got an apartment. After a close and stuffy barrel, he became Barin and Zhura, stopped missing alone. All satisfied, everyone is provided, he learned a new experience. Sometimes, in the evening, Sinop Fathers gathered. Those that before His Crairi, those that first watched Koso ... And more and more often in their apartment, Diogenes-philosopher wounded. And then, locked the apartment, impertured, in the same shirt, he walked to the neighboring restaurant. Dioogen pulled to the barrel ...

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

1-05. Xanthippe

True, exemplary xanthip, as you love your Socrates! You guard him from influenza, from friends, from vodka, from debauchery, from large and small hazards, from gusts, low and high, from unrest, unnecessary impressions, from very dangerous philosophies, from judgments, too fair, checkouts, too winged. .. Loving, kind xantippa, spare unfortunate Socrates!

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

1-06. Gladiators

Tomorrow I will kill Maria! - And I Sulla! Gladiators are preparing for the upcoming battle. They check the armor, clean the weapon, they ask each other: Is Oster my sword enough? They advise each other: - Bay on this place. Then certainly! They say to each other: - Tomorrow I will kill Maria! - And I Sulla! The next day begins the battle. Gladiators encourage each other and whisper quietly: - I wish good luck! They fight like lions. They do not know the mercy, and the Roman consuls are handling them from their tribune ... Gladiators kill each other.

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

1-07. Caesar's wife

It was that day, when to Pompei, the wife of the Great Caesar, a disguised man penetrated under the guise of a woman. - Kai Julius, this is not the first time! - He was told Caesar the adherents. - Not in the first? I do not remember something else. - Kai Julius, you just have a bad memory. Caesar was offended: - Well, you know ... I can change my wife, but I can't change my memory. - Maybe maybe! - Choir told adherents. And then Caesar hesitated. "Leave, Pompey," he said. "The Caesar's wife should be out of suspicion." It was that day. It was the last day of Pompeii in the house of Kaya Julia Caesar. "Goodbye, Julius," she said sadly. "I think you will still be repentable." Wife left. Suspicions remained. Caesar's wife was out of suspicion.

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

1-08. Slavery

Tully Cicero was a slave of his eloquence. Gney Pompei was a slave of his success. Julius Caesar was a slave of his greatness. One was a free person in Rome: Slave Spartak.

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

1-09. Discovery of America

No, not Columbus first opened America. The first were completely different. It was they burned with an unjugible earth and fell in love with her, not knowing other lands. From the end to the end they passed the mainland, not at all counting that they open America. - Look there, a falcony eye: it seems to us, someone is swimming ... - Listen, perhaps your ear ... - Support me. Solid hand ... No, not Columbus first opened America. But it has already been done that the first is always Columbus, and always the last - Mogican ...

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

1-10. Newtono Apple

Listen, Newton, how did you make this discovery, which is now so much a conversation? - Yes, usually. Just shouted to the head. They stood each in their yard and talked through the fence, in the neighborhood: - What picked up? - Apple. I sat, and it fell from the branch. The neighbor thought. Then he said: - Admit, Newton, was this an apple from my garden? You see, the branch is fused to you into the courtyard, and you have a habit of sit here, I have long noticed. Newton embarrassed. - Honestly, I do not remember that it was for the apple. The next day, when Newton came to his favorite place, the branches of the apple tree there was no longer. Behind the fence under the apple tree was a neighbor. - Rest? - asked Newton. - Yeah. So they sat every day - Newton and his neighbor. The branch was a spinal, the sun was fought by Newton's head, and he had nothing left how to study light phenomena. And the neighbor was sitting under his tree and waited until the apple falls on his head. Maybe it fell, because it was a lot of apples and they were all their own. But now it's hard to install. The name of the neighbor did not save the story.

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

1-11. Conditions of the city of Glasgow

The cabbage of the city of Glasgow went to their next collection, officially called the flight of transport workers. There was a chilly, slushful weather. In such weather, it is good for the back of the funny session behind his back, because nothing warms up like a conversation, - this is perfectly known to the cabrs. But Merry Sedoki Bard on this day on foot, putting only their hopes for transport. At urban transport, there are very high hopes today, and maybe therefore he was so hard. Plot passed on the central retail space. The first rows occupied multicoral diligences, there were double-eyed carriages, single-wheel pounds, and at the very end the silent public was crowded. Among this public was also James Watt. The conversation was at the level of diligeans. There, at the top, it was said that horses are our future, that if we want to come to our future faster, then, of course, it is better to come to it on horseback. Single praises filed sad replicas. Say, not in horse food. Say, horse about four legs - and that stumbles. But these replicas did not reach a high level of diligeans. - Let me say! - shouted the slaughtered Watt. - I have an idea! - Where is your horse, sir? - asked from the front goat. "I don't have a horse ... I have an idea ... dozens of mocking eyes squinted on him. Dozens of mouths twisted in a squeezing grimace: - We do not need ideas, sir. We need horses. Because, they continued, horses - our future, and if we want to come faster to our future, then, of course, it is better to come to him on horseback. The meeting was successful. It was noted that in the past year, urban transport increased by several horsepower, and for the current year it will increase by several horsepower, and for the next year it is still a few. Because horses are our future, and if we want to come faster to our future, then, of course, it is better to come to him on horseback. - Let me say! There was a chilly, slushful weather. Dried rain, and Watt hid under a cloak model of his locomotive. He hid it not from rain, and from these dozen eyes, to whom the locomotive, when there is such a serious conversation about transport. Real, big conversation about transport. About the future of our transport. About his vast prospects. ... traveled on horseback.

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

1-12. One step

From the great to a funny one step, "said Napoleon and did not make this step. But Napoleon had followers ...

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

1-13. Negroeons

And in December not every Decembrist. Fire cracks, and fes the summer spirit. This is how to sit and a zaocon whistle, a blunt whistle catching familiar ear. Sitting and thinking that around the winter that the wind blows passersby like a straw, since they lack the mind in such a night not to leave the house. Ringed firewood. Pajamas smelled. Lazily spoon chat in a glass. Bumble seagull. In the newspaper to look - what is the weather in Magadan there? And again listen to a zaocon whistle. And rearrange - until the dawn. After all, in December - not every Decembrist. Fire cracks. We have in the apartment - summer ...

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

2-01. Homer

But the old man Homer was sometime for a young man. He sang about the mighty Achille, ingenious Odyssey and Elena - a woman of mythical beauty. "You know, in this homer there is something," said the ancient Greeks. "But let them live with our - let's see what he dries." And Homer lived, although many now doubt it. And he sang - no one else doubts this. But for the ancient Greeks, he was simply a capable young poet, who repaired a couple of good poems - "Iliad" and "Odyssey". He needed to make up, go blind and even die, in order to believe it. In order to say about him: - Oh, Homer! He sees life so well!

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

2-02. Condemnation Prometheus

Well, Assay himself, dear Prometheus, where you put me. Old friends and suddenly - n but you! - Not sad, Hephaest, do your own thing! -- Do not worry! Do you think, to see a friend to a rock - is it so so splinter? - Nothing, you are God, you are not used to! - In vain you are so, Prometheus. Do you think God is easily on Olymp? Hephaesta took a friend and began to rush him to a rock. Would you repent, dear, eh? The old man will forgive, he has a good soul. Well, it happened, well, gave people fire - with whom it does not happen? Prometheus was silent. - Do you think you love people? - Highed Hephaest. - And the gods for what? After all, they are supplied. And they love you, as a friend tell you. And if I karate ...- Hufesta took a spear and pierced them the breasts of Prometheus.- If you punish, then this is also not for yourself. Understand, dear, this is for your good!

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

2-03. Janus

It does not matter that Janus was a double, in general, he lived with adequately. Let him be one face insignificant, but the other face is great. Let him be a pass in one person, but in his other was honest and truthful. Let him be unfair with people, but he behaved well with the gods. Let sometimes there was cutting into the tongue, but sometimes quite careful. It does not matter that Janus was a double. On average, it is considered good.

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

2-04. Sheherzada

And when there came a thousand second night, Tsar Shahriyar said: "Sherryzada, now nothing threatens." You can safely tell your fairy tales. Thousand and one night, under the fear of death, she told the king of different non-residents. And so - Shahriyar pardon her. - Suckerzad, tell me a fairy tale! - With joy, Lord! Well, of course, with joy. Now that nothing threatens ... You can invent a fairy tale! You can reveal such ... - Sherryzad, tell me a fairy tale! - With joy, Lord! Sheherzade sits at the feet of the king. Now she will tell him a fairy tale. It will be a wonderful fairy tale, a wonderful and easy, like a dream ... - Are you sleeping, Sherryzad? Yes, she sleeps. Behind - one thousand and one night. And what ahead? Please do not buoy Sherryzad!

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

2-05. Münhhausen

VRI, MUNHGAUZEN! Filter, Baron! Out up for a clean coin! Do not be shy, the old bundle is, it's not all the same in the light of the truth! Skeptic song - So, I flew from the twenty-third floor ... Munchhausen looked at his listeners. They sat, grinned and did not believe in any of his words. And then he wanted to tell about what he had in his soul, that he had long been sad and worried. "I flew and thought," he spoke so truthfully and sincerely, as never said. "Earth, I thought, in essence, a good planet, although it is not always pleasant to face her. So now she pulls me to him, without even suspecting the possible consequences. And then, when I can no longer oppose her, she will hide me how the dog hides a bone. Hides, and after itself can not find. Earth will also not be able to find me - if it becomes someone else ... Munhgausen looked at the listeners again. They were still grinning M did not believe in any of his words. And he became sad - so sad that he lifted his head majestically and casually graduated from the story: "I thought and flew my final stop." Only it saved me.

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

2-06. Musketeers

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

2-08. Don Quixote

1 They say that at the very end of Don Quixote still married his Dulcier. They sold Rosinanta and bought a goat. Goat gives two liters of milk, but it is said not to the limit. They say there are such goats that give a day to three liters ... However, it is only so they say ... 2 Sancho Pansa, a sober person, a man is not a heart, and the calculation, now in a row that the age goes to the grave of Don Quixote . And no longer delirious, the mill wings turned around the game ... The old knight was a hero. And today he lies in the grave. There was an old man before the feet of the hurre, not as an example of other young people. He tried to help everyone, and today - who will help him? The armor is demolished on the attic, the castles are rebuilt in the choir. The old knight was a big eccentric, and today - thinks differently ... it can be seen, in vain Idalgo lived a century, he did not blame fame and honor ... Sancho Pansa, a sober man, crying on the grave of Don Quixote.

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

2-09. Faust

1 Over the Earth hung the sky - just air. And they lit in the sky of the stars - myth and fleece, the trail of the universal fire, the light of the flying ... but closed the stars of the clouds - Couple Circuits. Do you hear someone's moan and whisper? This is the wind. What remains to us in the world? Only experience. We were restlessly to the delusion. We left the Eternal Search - the Spirit of Doubts. And there was still a faith in myth and not. In the fact that our atmosphere is the sky. What cosmic sparks are stars ... we have our thoughts - light and air. 2 - Dr. Faust, Enough Philosophy, and let's talk seriously! Mephistophele turned into a profile to negate the tail sharply. The darker became the darkness, behind the window is silent. Behind the window the invisible time carried life - in an hour an hour. And in an old chair - Mustly, the doctor Faust, magician and a worm warlock, a tired old man pushed into the light. - Dr. Faust, be optimistic, I have a life in stock for you. Two hundred years ... Perhaps even three hundred - for healthy this optimism! What does he want, this demon is unclean, this half immemmon, semi? - Do not look for, Faust, Eternal Truths. The truths will not lead to good ... Do you have beautiful illusions? Dr. Faust, Come on, refuse! Grow stars. In the house of the candle goes. In the old chair, life fits.

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

2-10. Jorik

I want to at the time of Shakespeare, where everything solved the sword and rapira, where the proud lire, the sorry king, played a non-outstanding role; where Hamlet, though he hesitated, but his own, however, sought; where the brave Richard could offer half a day for the horse; where the slander and the walker of Jago maral people, but did not maral paper; Where even the skull of the dead jester on the world of the eyelid styled for no accident. I want to at the time of Shakespeare. I am exactly at midnight to come out of the apartment, the minor courtyard, crossing the avenue and - I am playing ... so, from the century to the century, I will come to an unfamiliar threshold. It is biting me to the neck of money on the road, and the brave Richard of his horse. Ophelia, in love with me, will pull me the honed sword ... and I will believe the sincerity of Yago, I join him, despite the fright. And the friend of Horace, the most faithful friend, will fight me in a cruel fight, to push me later to help me. And it will be a long - then, in which I will have time to forget, what fell to me - to be or not to be? Hero - or simply a jerk?

Felix Crivine. Scientists fairy tales. Uzhgorod: Carpathians, 1967.

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Comb, very uneven in circulation of hair, developed violent activities. And it came to the point that, after which appeared on her workplace, the comb washed off:
- Well, please: only three hairs remained! Who should you work with?
Nobody answered her, only Lysin smiled sadly. And in this smile, as in the mirror, the result of many years of tricky work on the field of transhensors was reflected.

There was a big conversation about what you need to take care every second.
First spoke a year. He stopped in detail on common time problems, compared time in past times with time in our time, and in conclusion, when it was expired, he said that she needs to take care every second.
The day, which spoke after him, briefly repeated the main provisions of the year and, as he had no time to another, he finished his performance by what we need to take care every second.
An hour in everything I agreed with previous speakers. However, for lack of time, he had to state his consent in the very compressed form.
A minute I managed to just remind you that you need to take care every second.
At the very end, the word was given a second.
"We need to take care ..." said second and ended.
Did not save a second, did not save. It can be seen, few still talked about it.

Scientific spores

Ask the sex rag, who is the smartest and educated in our front. She will immediately answer you: Kalosh and Sandalong.
Kalosh and Sandalus are distinguished by the fact that as soon as they are nearby, scientists will immediately.
"What a wet this world," begins Kalosh. - You go, you go - do not meet the places of dry.
- Yes you! - objects sandals. - The world is completely dry.
- Yes, there is no, wet!
- It is dry!
Their disputes usually resolves room shoes:
- Colleagues, Leave useless disputes. The world is and wet and dry: wet - when the hostess ishes the floor, dry - everything else.

Snowflakes

Snowflake pulled to the ground - obviously, she heard a lot of good things.
And the snowflake went on the road. She moved not as fast as she wanted, because other snowflakes stopped her, and each needed to tell about Earth - the best planet in the world.
Snowflakes slowly sank to the ground, as if the fear of crushing her: because the earth is alone, and the snowflakes gathered too much.
Snowflakes trustingly soldered to the ground, believing her dreams, their plans for the future ...
And then they came on their boots, the thick stupid boots, who, although he was on the right track, but understood very little in life.
One boot is not all the earth, compared to the Earth he does not mean anything. But could the snowflakes in this sort out? Crushed boots, they turned into ice and no longer dreamed of anything.
And on this ice slipped a lot of different shoes, walking on the trail of a stupid boot, crushing little snowflakes ...

Pencil and rubberbish

Pencil and gum married, the wedding played - and live calmly.
Oster pencil, yes, gum is soft, compliance. So get better.
They look at a young couple familiar, surprise: something is wrong here, not as it usually happens. Pencil friendship, feathers, pushing him in a male company:
- You flew, brother! An elastic band as he wants spinning. You still do not have time to say, and she is His goes. Where is your male pride?
And girlfriends rubber bands, razors, pushing it:
- Many will give your own pencil. Look, you will say with him because of your softness. He will write you! ..
Such instructions eventually did their job. Pencil, to defend your male pride, began to bear any incomer, and a gum, for the purpose of self-defense and strengthening the family, went to wash everything that the pencil would be written. And a pencil and gum diverged, without living and the month.
Feathers and razors were very keenly experienced the disorder in the pencil family. The only consolation for them was that everything happened exactly as they predicted.

Strong argument

Chalk worked in might and. He wrote something, Dreaded, counted, and when filled the entire board, he moved to the side, asking the surrounding:
- Well, now it is clear?
The rag was incomprehensible, and therefore she wanted to argue. And since she had no other arguments, she just took and erased everything written from the board.
It was difficult against such an argument to object: the rag clearly used his official position. But chalk and did not think to give up. He began to prove everything from the very beginning - very detailed, thoroughly, on the whole board.
His thoughts were convincing quite enough, but - what can you do! - I did not understand the rag again. And when chalk graduated, she lazily and carelessly erased everything written from the board.
Everything that I proved so long for chalk, which he gave himself without a residue ...

Cork education

In the family of drills a joyful event: the son was born.
Parents do not pierced, neighbors look - surprised: a poured father!
And called the Son Corkscrew.
Time is going, the corkscrew, purses. He would have to study a real thing, try to try on metal (after all, all offacarious metalists), yes, parents do not give: young still, let him first go on something on something.
Wears the father's traffic jams - special traffic jams approved by the Ministry of Education - and the corkscrew is a boring skill.
This is how the son of the drill is raised - on traffic jams. When it comes to time and try to give him something hard (impere, they say, already learned) - where there! Corkscrew and listening does not want! It starts to look for traffic jams for himself, look after the bottle.
Old drills are surprised; And how is their son from the road shot down?

Guarding morality

Lomik approached the safe door and introduced himself:
- I'm scrap. Who are you? Open! The door was silent, but Lomik was experienced enough in such matters. He knew that he was hiding behind this external closedness, and therefore, without unnecessary ceremonies he took up the door ...
- leaving, hooligan! - squeezed the door.
- Throw to get out! We know you!
For this scene, the handset was watched with interest. The first movement was to call and report where it follows, but then she thought it was not to contact, and besides, it was also interesting to know what this story will end.
And when it all over, the handset began to call everywhere:
- Our Lady! Pretends as if it is so true to his key, but in fact ...

Points it was seen with their own eyes ...
It is completely new, a brilliant button joined his life with an old, stacked jacket. What was the jacket! They say he and now there are no less than a dozen butt, but how much it was before - no one will say. And the button in his life has not yet knew any jacket.
Of course, a plugged jacket could not himself, to persuade the go on his cloth. There was a needle to blame for everything, who has extensive experience in these affairs. She is only a shrimp there, Schmog here - from the goalkeeper to the jacket, from the jacket to the button, - and everything is ready, all Shito-indoor.
The story of the poor button quickly gained publicity. The glasses told her tablecloths, a tablecloth, usually accustomed to everyone, this time was not kept and shared the news with a teaspoon, the spoon became all the glass, and the glass was splown throughout the room.
And then, when the button turned out to be in the loop, the universal indignation has reached the limit. Everyone immediately became clear that in the button's misfortune, the old jacket played far from a latter role. Still would! Who will climb from a good life in the loop!

The carnations leaned out of the shoes to see how his owner is doing, and immediately heard:
- Oh!
Carnation promoted. Obviously, does the owner have some trouble? And the carnations leaned even more.
- Oh! Oh! - cried out the owner, and then removed the shoe and scored the carnation with a hammer.
"Something he hides from me! - thought the carnations." But nothing, I still find out what the case is! " And he leaned again.
The owner became angry, took the tick and pulled out the carnations from the shoes. Lying in Chulana among unnecessary things, the carnations thought:
"Proud man! Doesn't want others to see how hard it lives!"

Once at the sidewalk, the cigarette looked around and, not finding anything remarkable, thought displeased: "The setting! And it was necessary to drink me in this place!"
The cigarette engaged in considering passersby, and his mood improved significantly.
- Ego, yes here, I see, quite lubricant shoes are there! - he exclaimed and immediately clung to one of them.
- leaving, fuck! - indignant shoe. - I do not know you at all!
- Hehe hehe! - grinned cigarette. - You can meet.
And when his shoes shook him, the cigarette pointed to the old boot:
- Do you still creepy, dad? Is it time to landfill?
The cigarette stubs remembered the dump: the broom has already noticed.

Innocent bottle

The bottle was judged for drunkenness, and she turned out to be innocent.
The court, of course, was not a real, but friendly, - for drunkenness, as you know, do not judge. But for the bottle and this was enough.
The best glass and wine glass was perturbed. The glass called on those present "soberly look at things," and Ryumka asked to end soon, because she, a glass, does not endure the smell of alcohol.
And then suddenly it turned out that the bottle is not wine. This clearly proved the witness of the nipple, which had to constantly face a bottle of work.
All immediately felt awkwardly. No one knew what to say, what to do, and only a corkscrew (who knew how to get out of any position) shouted cheerfully:
- Brothers, but it is necessary to celebrate this event! Let's go, I treat!
And he led the whole company to his old friend a barrel. Here it was very fun, a glass and a glass every minute was choking with a bottle, and she soon gained the most thoroughly.
And everyone from the soul was rejoiced to the fact that the bottle, which they were still so strictly judged for drunkenness, is completely innocent ...

What professions did not try the bubble!
He was a physician - eliminated for instigativeness. I tried myself in binding - I also had to leave: something was not glued there. Now the bubble, stacking in ink, thought of writing books. Maybe the writer will turn out of it?
Must happen: After all, the bubble has passed such a life school!
Cocks

Cufflinks are very elegant, they give a shirt elegant and even refined view.
But they interfere with it to roll the sleeves. And this in life is so necessary ...

Whenever the performance was approaching the end, the curtain was very worried, preparing for his exit. How will the audience meet him? He carefully examined himself, shook out some barely noticeable empty and - went to the scene.
The hall was immediately revived. Spectators got up from their places, clapped, shouted "Bravo". Even a curtain, an old, tested by an employee of the scene, became a little in itself from the fact that he was so enthusiastic. Therefore, slightly catching the public, the curtain rushed back for the scenes.
Applause intensified. "Call," thought the curtain. "What can you do, you have to go!"
So he went out several times in a row, and then, having fallen a little, and remained at all on stage. He wanted to reward the audience for attention.
And here - here it is, black ungratefulness! - The public began to disperse.

LAMP POST

Having finished higher education in the forest, Oak, instead of going to the construction site, decided to let the roots in the city. And since other free seats did not turn out, he settled on the post of lamppost in the city park, in the dark corner - the real reserve of lovers.
The lamppost undertook to work with a twinkle and so brightly illuminated this before the secluded place that not a single in love was left there.
- And these are young people! - a pole crushed. - And these are young people who seem to have to reach the light! What a darkness, what kind of unceasing!

The prison lattice knows life along and across, so it turns everything so easily.
Of course, it is also necessary to have an approach. If you come to her outside, it will cross his camera, and if, God forbid, come to her from the inside - she will cross the whole world, and it will not be easy for you to reconcile.
This lattice is surprising: she can crossout anything, and at the same time standing firmly on their positions.

Learn to live! - instructed the clay piggy bank of their neighbors in the apartment. - Here I am, for example: I take a prominent position, I do not do anything, but the money is so much.
But how many money would be thrown into the piggy bank, everything seemed to her.
- Still a patch! - she set up. - Still a grivennik!
Once, when the piggy bank was already full, they tried to shove another coin. The coin did not climb, and the piggy bank was very worried that this money would not go to her. But the owner judged differently: he took the hammer and ...
In a moment, a piggy bank and money and a prominent position lost: some shards remained from it.

Oh, how the nettle was outraged when the boys tear the flowers! And not because of the colors, no, - just nettle was annoying, that no one tried to disrupt her ... And meanwhile, nettle would not have anything against it.
But one day he smiled happiness. After catching a thief for the collar, the gardener is understandable, an adult, a smart man - reached out for some kind of flower, and behind her, nettle. And with what enjoyment of the rattle of the gazeted amateur of flowers! She understood that good tastes should be raised from childhood.

I heard mercury, as the people of iron weep, and now it is impossible to touch it: runs away, not given. Everything is afraid, as if she did not take it into melting. Even at work, in the thermometer, can not mercury get rid of fear. Almost only feels warm - how to drink on the column! And then it will not sleep, stop and shows how it did not happen: "The temperature is normal - thirty six and six."
Fear drives her further, and the prolum is not allowed. This is how it is worth mercury at one point, not knowing how to be, and only after a good shake finally comes to myself.

THUNDER AND LIGHTNING

Thunder - what, thunder is not afraid of lightning. True, with her eye to talk to her, everything does not succeed with her. It hurts this zipper: how to flash!
At this time, the thunder and the nose on the light of white does not show. Neither see it nor heard. But as noted, it will notice that there is no lightning on the horizon, "I can not hold it here.
"As long as," rattles, "tolerate all this?! Yes, I am for such a thing! ..
So it will disappear, it will be swallowed - just listen to him! He will not hesitate, he will lay out everything and know!
... It is a pity that there can be heard to hear him.

Announced by its appointment to the garden, scarecrow convenes guests to the housewarming. It is diligently waving fluttering birds, inviting them to fall and pour into their pleasure. But the birds shake aside and hurry to fly away.
And the scarecrow everything stands and waves, and calling ... he is very disappointing that no one wants to divide his joy.

ETERNITY

When the granite block was turned two million years old, next to her - it is possible to congratulate it, - just born dandelion appeared.
"Tell me," dandelion asked, "you never thought about eternity?" The granite block did not even move.
"No," she said calmly. - Life is so short, which is not worth spending time on reflections.
"It's not so short," the dandelion objected. - You can all have time if desired.
- What for? - surprised by the boulder. - From these reflections some disorders. Still get sick on the nervous soil.
- Do not fall on the soil! - angry dandelion. - The soil we have a good - pure black soil ...
He had come out of himself that he flew through the wind.
A thin skelter stubbornly swamped in the wind, but no convincing argument could have no longer cause.
- Here you are eternity. Consolation for fools. No, it is better not to think at all, "the bluer said and thought.
On a stone forehead, which could not be elegant Millennium, the first crack flew ...

The apple was hiding among the leaves while his friends were disappeared from the tree.
He did not want to get into the hands of a man: Fake, and from you, which is good, compote will do! Pleasant little.
But staying alone on the tree - too small pleasure. In the team, after all, and killing more fun.
So, maybe look? Or not? Look? Or not?
Apple sharpened a worm of doubt. And sharpened until nothing remains from the apple.

Are you not afraid to drown? - asked the Wave Sliver.
- To drown? - wave alarmed. - Did you say - drown?
And the wave first wanted to the shore.
She came running just in time to capture on the shore of the place better, and asslaved on the soft sand, going to start a new life - without alarm and excitement.
And then she felt the soil goes from her legs.
- Tone! - wave sobbed and left underground.

THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT

The sheep stands in front of the hairdresser and with envy looks at the rummy public.
At his farm, sheep hated haircut. But there was quite another. It was fed, they saw it, they did not ask anything at home and did not ask anything for it. And here...
If the sheep had money, she would definitely laugh!
EVENING TEA

When the kettle, having graduated from its kitchen, appears in the room, on the table everything comes to move. Fun ring, welcoming it, cups and spoons, respectfully removes the sugar bowl cover. And only an old plush tablecloth contemptuously wrinkles and hurries to get off the table, saving his unpeaculated reputation.

SINK

A spoiled crane considered himself a first-class speaker. On the clock, he lied water, and even buckets, pots and bowls, which, as you know, not get used to, told in one voice: "No, it's pretty!"
But the crane had a sink - a faithful girlfriend of his life. She properly absorbed all the pearls of his eloquence and straightened himself from admiration. True, it could not keep anything and remained empty, but it was the consequence of its health.

In the store electrical appliances, the chandelier has enjoyed great respect.
"She would only get to his ceiling," Table Lamps said. - Then in the world will immediately become lighter.
And for a long time, already taking place on the work tables, the table lamps remembered their famous countrywoman, which is now - Wow! - became a big luminaire.
And the chandelier between the day and night spent in the restaurant. She settled down well, in the very center of the ceiling, and, blinded by his own glitter, he was living for the evening as much as desktop lamps would have enough for life.
But this in the world did not become lighter.

Casket

Oh, you, a box, - says the bowl table lamp, - see what is written on the papers that you save.
But the box, how much is trying to look into yourself, it can not even read anything.
- What is written there? She asks.
- Yes, here is the most controversial things. On one piece of you, "I love you," on the other, on the contrary, "I do not love you." Where is your principle after that?
The box is thinking. Indeed, she never delve into the content of the papers she had to save. And there, it turns out, God is news what is written. It will be necessary to understand this case!
Then the house is included in the room. She sits down to the table, reveals the box, and suddenly - the cap, the cap, the cap dripped out of her eyes.
Seeing that the mistress cries, the poor box is completely upset.
"Of course, she decides," this is all because of my non-reconnaissance. "

Bonfire in the forest

Bonfire Ugasal.
It was barely warm in him, he felt that he would not pass and an hour, as a hill of the ashes would remain from him - and nothing more. Little hill ash among a huge dense forest.
The bonfire was slightly cracked, calling for help. The red tongue was frantically licked blackened coal, and the stream, which rushed by, found it necessary to inform:
- Do you have water?
The bonfire hurt from powerless anger. He lacked only water in his position! Obviously, having understood the inappropriateness of his question, the streams bridheld some apologies and went away.
And then the bushes bent over the fading fire. Not to say a word, they stretched her branches.
The bonfire greedily grabbed the branches, and - a miracle happened. The fire, which seemed to be completely in him, broke out with a new force.
That's what it means to the fire stretched in time of the branch of help!
The fire rose, leaned on the bushes, got up to his whole height, and it turned out that he was not so small. The bushes shook under it and stood in the flame. They had no one to save them. And the fire has already rushed up. He became so high and bright that even the trees stretched to him: Some - admired by His beauty, others - just to warm their hands.
Far trees envied those who found themselves near the fire, and they themselves dreamed, no matter how to get to him.
- Bonfire! Bonfire! Our bonfire! - noisy long trees. - He warms us, he plays our life!
And the neighbor trees were cracking even louder. But not from admiration, and because the bonfire devoured them with his flame, the fontup of himself to climb even higher. Which of them could oppose the wild power of a giant fire in the forest?
But still there was a force that repaid a fire. He hit the thunderstorm, and the trees dropped heavy tears - tears around the fire, to which they were accustomed to and who did not have time to die.
And only later, much later, when tears dried, the trees saw a huge black ashist on the place where the fire was raging.
No, not a fire - a fire. Forest fire. A terrible natural disaster.

The path came running towards the road and stopped in admiration.
- Thread, and, to the point where are you so big?
- Usually, it reluctantly explained the road. - It was a small one, like you, and then grew up.
- I wish I grow! - sighed the path.
- What's the good? Everyone goes on you, every batch is all joy.
"No, not everything," the path said. "While I'm small, I'm not allowed far away, and then I would ... Wow, how far left!"
- Long away? Why far? I reached the city, and everything, I will have enough ...
Flooded the path and back to the forest walked. "I'm over it!" Is it worth being expensive for this? Maybe it is better to stay path, forever get lost in the forest?
No, no better, no better. Just the path was mistaken this time, just she came out not on that road.
LITTLE NOTHINGS OF LIFE

Why don't you wear glasses? - asked the ant.
"How to tell you ..." he replied. - I need to see the sun and the sky, and this road that is unknown where leads. I need to see the smiles of my friends ... little things do not interest me.

The picture gives an assessment of wildlife:
- All this, of course, nothing - and the background, and the prospect. But you need to know some framework!

Creative method

Among the colors - a dispute about the beautiful.
The word takes a barb:
- I can not agree with the creative rose method. The sharpness is yes! Penetration to the very depths - I understand it! But to represent everything in a pink light ...

POWER OF PERSUASION

The room should be open, - attensely notices the door handle when the door opens.
"The room should be closed," she concludes philosophically when the door is closed.
The belief of the door handle depends on who presses it.
Zanose

We seem to go along the way, "said Zanoza, pushing up in his leg. - That's good: all the same more fun in the company. Feeling pain, the boy jerked on one leg, and the zanoz noted with pleasure:
- Well, I said that the company is more fun!

A new patch is bright enough, and she cannot understand why she is trying to hide it. After all, it stands out on this old suit!

Conversation with wheel

It is difficult to our brother, the wheel. All my life is shaking on the road, and try only to translate the spirit, you get the pump!
- So, do not give the descent?
- Oh, do not give! Yes, and look - you please under the car. That's the main thing.
- Under the car? Don't you work under the car?
- What else come up with! I am fifth wheel, spare ...

Again this wind! - the sail is angry with angrily. - Is it possible to work in such conditions?
But the wind disappears - and the sail sails, stops. He doesn't even want to work at all.
And when the wind appears again. Sail again inflates:
- Well, the worker! Run all day like an ilean. Would be even though there was no wind ...

The anniversary of the thermos.
Says a decan:
- We are gathered, friends to celebrate the glorious anniversary of our respected friend! (Apparent ringing glasses and glass.) Our thermos brilliantly showed himself to the field of tea. He managed to carry his warmth, without squinting him on trifles. And this appreciated us, grateful contemporaries: decanters, glasses, glasses, as well as tea glasses, which, unfortunately, are not present here.

Understanding the importance and responsibility of your life mission, the clock did not go: they were guarding time.

Sitting on the forehead of a low man, a pimple with envy looked at the foreheads of his high people and thought: "I would be such a position!"

The stump stood at the road itself, and passersby often stumbled about him.
"Not all at once, not all right away," the stump crushed displeasure. - I will accept how much time: I can not break into parts! Well, the people - the step cannot stand without me!

INJUSTICE

You work from morning to evening, - a healthy tooth crushed, - and no thanks to you! And rotten teeth - please: everything goes in gold. What does it seek? For what merits?

CANDLESTICK

The old candlestick, a lot of lighting worked on the field of lighting, can not understand new trends.
"Of course, today's light bulbs are bright heads," he agrees. But in our time, the candles lived otherwise. They knew their place, did not rush to the ceiling, and meanwhile literally swimmed with fat ...

Question of life

The raincoat is dissatisfied with life.
In clear, sunny weather, when only for a walk, he is kept under the castle, and when they are released from the house - it will definitely drink rain.
What is it? Random coincidence or evil intent?
This question can not give a response raincoat, although the insight is well known to everyone.

Lead filling and small, and inconspicuous, and everyone is considered to be with her. Even mighty steel castles are often looking for her patronage.
And this is understandable: the filling of the filling, although rope, but strong ties.

Understanding that in the business of trade, it has some weight, the weight of squeezed on the scales, ironically looking at the products.
"Let's see who will pull!" - she thought at the same time.
Most often, the weight turned out to be the same, but sometimes it happened that he pulled the weight. And that's what a weight could not understand: the buyers did not please this.
"Well, nothing!" She comforted himself. "The products come and go, and the weights remain!".
In this sense, Giri had iron logic.

The clay is very impressionable, and anyone who touches her, leaves a deep mark in it.
- Ah, boot! - Kiscut clay. - Where did he go? I will not live without him!
But living. And after a minute:
- Ah, hoof! Pretty, good horse hoof! I forever keep his image in myself ...
Fashionista

Flies are terrible fashionista. They stop near each piece of the patterned web who visited them, examine it, feel, ask a good-natured fat man of spider:
- How much is a millimeter?
And they pay us very expensive.

Porter

Well, now we will never part with you, "the massive porter whispered with a nail, putting on it a ring.
The ring was not engagement, but nevertheless the nail felt that he would have difficult to him. He a little bent under the severity and tried to die in the wall.
And on the outside it looked pretty beautiful.

Sofa Divanovna

By origin, she is a couch, but herself is not recognized in this. Now she is not a couch, and sofa, for unfamiliar - sofa sofanovna. Her father is a simple sofa - he gave her back all his life, but now it's not fashionable, and Sofa refused back, and at the same time from other obsolete concepts. Neither the backs, no rollers, no durable upholstery ... These are, sofas, who do not remember kinship ...

* A little lyrics *

Screwdrivers turn head screws,
In the kitchen, everything from the primus in the ugar
The alarm is not sleeping at night -
He dreamed of a good pair.
Firewood in the furnace sing like Nightingale,
They burn at all afraid
And all dust love only
On the shelf and cabinets sit down.

I get up, and she still did not lie down. She stands under the window, as stood on the evening.
- Go! - I chase her. - I have to work. The night is not very willing. And you do not have time to look back - it stands under the window.
- What don't you sleep? - I ask not too strictly strictly.
- Cold, - answers the night. - Do you stop here, do you warm up?
Then I Gasha Light and let night in the room.
- Okay, fucking. Only this is the last time. Tomorrow you have to leave me alone. The night promises, but I know that it is only words. Where it goes among the winter, do not spend the night in the open sky!
Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow everything is repeated again. Slightly smacks, the night comes to my room and leaves only at dawn. I do not want to disturb her.
And time goes, and I do not have time to do anything. Nights do not explain this - she is dark, does she understand? ..

Mink loved the sun ...
Of course, it was difficult for her reciprocity to count on: the Sun is so much on earth that he is noticed by a small non-zealous epics! Yes, and a good couple: Mink - and the sun!
But the miss was thought that the couple was good, and stretched to the sun with all his might. She was so stubborn to him stretched out, which stretched out in a high, slim acacia.
Beautiful acacia, wonderful acacia - who learns in her now the former epics! This is what love with us is even unrequited ...

What to say, this lantern was the first guy at the crossroads. The wires were drawn to him, thin acacia had fun in his light, passersby took respectfully, passing by him. And the lantern did not notice this. He looked up, troublesome with the stars, which in the evenings looked at him on the light.
But once the lantern accidentally glanced down, and it solved his fate. Below, he saw a strange stranger. Dressed in all black, she submolded at the feet of the lantern and, it seemed, waited when he would pay attention to her.
- Who you are? - asked the lantern. - I have never seen you before.
"I am a shadow," said Strank.
"Shadow ..." Lantern repeated in thought. - I did not have to hear. You can see, not here?
"I am yours," the shadow whispered, this unexpectedly a bold answer putting the limit to all further questions.
The lantern embarrassed. Though he was the first guy at the crossroads, but not used to such easy victories.
Nevertheless, the recognition of the shadow was nice. Pleasses immediately moved into sympathy, sympathy - in the passion, and the passion is in love. In life it often happens.
And again, as it happens in life, after love came care.
- Why are you lying? - the lantern asked anxiously. - Do you unhealthy?
"No, no, don't worry," his shadow calmed down. - I'm completely healthy.
But I will always lie at your feet.
- Pretty! - Lantern lost. - I do not stand such love.
"You're bright," said Shadow. - I'll always be with you. With one of you.
Further conversation took an interest in interest only to interlocutors.
They met every night - the lantern and his shadow - and, for all external signs, were satisfied with each other. The lantern has long forgotten about the stars and saw only his shadow - nothing more interested in his world in the world. Even closing her eyes (and this happened during the day, because all the lamps are sleeping in the afternoon), he admired his shadow.
But one day at noon, when the lantern was not very slept, he suddenly heard the voice of the shadow. The lantern listened and soon realized that the shadow speaks with the sun - a big and bright luminaire, about which the lantern knew only the interlayer.
"I'm yours," said the shadow of the sun. - You see - I have your feet ... I'm yours ...
The lantern wanted to intervene immediately, but he kept himself: it was somehow awkwardly to start a conversation with an outsider. But in the evening he laid it all. Lee, a lantern, be afraid of his own shadow!
- What does the sun here? I do not know any sun, - the shadow justified, but the lantern was inexorably.
- Go now! He said. - I do not want to know you!
- Know me, know! - Shadow snamed. - I can't leave you.
And she told the truth: can the shadow escape from such a bright lantern?
- Do not be mad at me! - Shadow's shadow. - Let's make it up...
The lantern shook his head.
Oh, in vain he did it! He shook his head too categorically and - crashed. Many then shook the fact that the lantern committed suicide from love. Meanwhile, this happened only on its principle.
Now the shadow did not have to be killed. What did she have to do near the broken lantern? She closed to the distance traveled by the bus and was as follows.
So wanders the shadow of the light, lipnet to everyone, everyone offers his friendship. Perhaps she will join you.
HONEYMOON

An old fat man of spiders, who no longer held her legs, fell from the wall right in a barrel with honey.
While he flured, trying to somehow get out, a young fly flew to the barrel. Deciding that the spider was the owner of these wealth, she immediately began to weave his invisible Mushini Web. And spider, which honey and old age finally deprived of strength and intelligence, of course, could not resist.
Yes, it was a honeymoon!
A lot of juices pulled out spiderman from flies for his long age, but it was the first case when the flies pulled the juices out of it. The spider was stupid, hacked up, and when the neighbor's cockroaches looked into the barrel with honey, they shouted with their heads every time:
- That's the story! Vlip Spider in old age years!

What are you sad? - asked a chicken to ruinku.
- I need rain. Without it, I am completely wedge.
- What did you hang your head? Why are you missing? - asked chicken chamomile.
"Rain, I just need rain," answered the chamomile.
I wonder who he is so, this rain? There must be a handsome man, not honing with local roosters. Of course, handsome, if everything is crazy about it!
So I thought the chicken, and then saddled. And when a young rooster came to her, who had long sought her location, she did not even look at him. She sat, thought and sighed. Life without love is not life, even in the best chicken coop.
- What are you all a quorte? - I could not stand the zeal. - I would sleep better ...
"Oh, you don't understand anything," the chicken sighed again. - I need rain. Without it, I am completely wedge.
The zoom only dispelled with wings and rearked again.
And the morning went raining.
- Hey, Crested! Won and your long-awaited! - shouted the zoom. - Run rather, has not yet passed!
The chicken jumped out of the chicken coop, but immediately flew back.
- Yes, he is wet! - she caught, shaking the wings. - Which Nevezhi, Grubian! And what could Fravinka and chamomile find in it?
When the young rooster approached her to express his sympathy - he seemed to her much more interesting. "It's nothing that he has a little curved legs. It is even beautiful," she decided to him.
A few days later they got married and went to the wedding trip - through the courtyard to the wood shed and back.
How it was interesting! The rooster turned out to be a very gallant cavalier and shouted so funny "ka-ka-re-ku!" That the chicken did not have to bored.
But in the way, the newlyweds met Kravinka and chamomile. Curisy surprise there was no borders when she saw that bladeing and chamomile had risen, smashing - in one word, looked perfectly. There was no trace left from the past.
- Well, how to rain? - asked chicken not without dich.
- Good rain. So strong! He recently passed - didn't you meet?
"What kind of hypocrisy!" I thought chicken. "They rejoice, of course, not the arrival of rain, but his care. I know what it costs!"
And, having picked up her rooster, the chicken hung away: Still, the rooster was not afraid of himself, even though he had a foot curved.
But she said nothing about the stories with the rain. First, she loved her rooster too much to upset him, and secondly, in the depths of the soul, the chicken was counting on somehow, at a convenient case, jump out to rain again. Just out of curiosity.

Studdered a puddle in the middle of the road and waits for her to pay attention to it.
First of all, it will certainly apply to the card. The pool will look at the map well - she has such smooth shores! Here, on this shore, you will probably build a sanatorium. On that coast - port or something else. Yes, by the way, why no one falls into it?
Puzzled - and it is clear: everyone wants to find myself in life. But now the puddle will not find himself: she so walked in dreams, that on earth from her only a dry place remained.

MODESTY

See how good we have in the room, says the curtain trees from the street.
- See how good we have on the street, "she says indoor furniture.
"We don't see anything," Trees respond.
"We can not see anything," furniture answers.
- We see only you ...
- Only you...
- Well, you are, - the curtain is embarrassed, - not so much I am ...

Feeling that her beauty begins to fond and want somehow to extend his summer, the birch was painted in yellow - the most fashionable in the autumn age.
And then everyone saw that autumn came her ...

White Tuchka

There was a hot job in the furnace, and smoke after the shift wanted to ventilate a little. He came out of the pipe, thinking how to do this, but, not finding anything better, I decided to simply breathe fresh air. "It is pleasant," thought smoke, "and useful. Doctors, in any case, advise ..."
Smoke has already begun to breathe - calmly, measured, according to all the rules of medicine, - but suddenly something squeezed him. Even an extraneous observer would immediately notice that with the smoke there is something wrong: it seems to measure in place and staring at one point ... Strictly speaking, it was not a point, and a tuchka, a little white tuchka on a clear spring sky. She was very beautiful, this tucca, curly and fluffy, in the blue sky shawl and a necklace of sunlight. So there is nothing to be surprised that the smoke looked at her.
They say there is no smoke without fire, and our smoke was not at all an exception to the general rule. At the sight of Tuchka, he felt the fire and - rushed to her.
- Here I am! - bluled smoke from the bay-junction, having grown to the torment and looking at her all her eyes. - Do you want to meet me? Tuchka frowned.
- Are you drunk? She asked. - What are you love to me?
Smoke was embarrassed.
"I don't bother," he murmured. - And I'm not drunk at all. Just ... I wanted to meet.
The smoke had a very confused appearance, and this was a little calmed with a tucca.
"See whom you look like," she said. - Is the lady presented in this form?
Smoke obediently looked at himself. Yes, Tuchka was right: dirty, disheveled, all in soot and soot, smoke did not make a favorable impression.
"Sorry," he whispered. - I just change. We have at the factory ...
Probably, smoke would still say that they had there at the factory, but the wind appeared. If he just appeared! No, he immediately rushed to Tuchka, grabbed her rather unceremonious and tops. And Tuchka pressed against him, as if only him and waited all this time.
And then the smoke began to melt. He melted literally in front of her eyes, and if Tuchka was closer, she would, of course, noticed.
But she was not attentive, this white tucca. She was accustomed to soaring in heaven, and what was she going to smoke with his plant, with his everyday worries? .. She cuddled to the wind and already completely forgot about the smoke.
And smoke all melted and melted. And now he has disappeared as smoke, - that is, as well as every other smoke would disappear in its place.
And only now Tuchka about him regretted. Only now she felt that the freshness of the wind was not all that he was too cut and in general he had a wind in his head.
Smoke was different. He was serious and softer, he was embarrassed, Robel, he wanted to tell something to Tuchka about his factory ... Now Tuchka never recognizes that he wanted to tell her.
From one of this thought it was possible to break down. And Tuchka cried. She cried bitterly and heavily, cried until she was spooled.

Autumn fairy tale

Looking down the window: Do you see, lonely leaf spinning in the wind? The last leaf ... Now he is yellow, and once was green. And then he did not spin in the light, but sat on his branch next to the young, ruddy cherry, which he loved with all his heart.
Old Bulka Wind often told him:
- Let's go to catch the light! Everywhere so many ruddy cherries!
But the leaf did not agree. Why does he need a lot of cherry when he has one, his cherry, the best in the world! And then happiness it broke off. Cherry suddenly disappeared, and no one could say where she was moved.
It was cold autumn time, and all the leaves from the tree had long shielded.
Only one leaf that turned around, yellowed from grief, remained on his branch: he was still waiting for the cherry.
- What do you sit here? - I urged his wind. "Let's go with a look," maybe we will find ... the wind revealed the row, and they flew. "
... Looking down the window: You see, Dark Trees Zyabko are sinking from the cold. Still: all dressed in winter, and they, on the contrary, undress. And there, you see, the last yellow leaf is spinning in the wind. This is our leaf, our monochrome. He is still looking for his cherry.

From the bottom, right from the ground, beats the bright sun. What happened? Maybe the sun sank to the ground?
No, this is not the sun, it's just a fragment, just a small piece of glass. Some believe that spring does not concern him that it is not his business in the spring affairs. But he also rejoices in spring. Rejoices, as can.
This joy makes it look like the sun.

In the starry night, the sands look into the sky, like a mirror, and each easily finds itself among others like her grains.
It's so easy to find yourself: it's only worth looking into the sky and search the brightest star. The brighter the star is the easier to live on the light of the sand ...

AN OLD HOUSE

This house is probably two hundred years. He stands, small, very old, and somehow awkwardly feels among the wonderful houses of the new time.
It's hard to understand what a miracle it is preserved. His chest does not adorn the memorial plates, his walls do not reinforce the authority of the great people who lived in it or at least stopped passing.
But after all, he did not in vain stood so many years, after all, people lived in it. Maybe they were also great, but only no one noticed this?

The kitten woke up and found his tail. It was for him a big discovery, and he looked at the tail of incredulously, almost frightened, and then - rushed to catch him.
And, looking at the fun, self-chained kitten, somehow it was not believed that so much joy could deliver this dirty, kuts, helpless tail.

What to say, this lantern was the first guy at the crossroads. The wires were drawn to him, thin acacia had fun in his light, passersby took respectfully, passing by him. And the lantern did not notice this. He looked up, troublesome with the stars, which in the evenings looked at him on the light.

But once the lantern accidentally glanced down, and it solved his fate. Below, he saw a strange stranger. Dressed in all black, she submolded at the feet of the lantern and, it seemed, waited when he would pay attention to her.

Who you are? - asked the lantern. - I have never seen you before.

I am a shadow, "said Stranger.

Shadow ... - In thought repeated the lantern. - I did not have to hear. You can see, not here?

I am yours, "the shadow whispered, this unexpectedly a bold answer putting the limit to all further questions.

The lantern embarrassed. Though he was the first guy at the crossroads, but not used to such easy victories.

Nevertheless, the recognition of the shadow was nice. Pleasses immediately moved into sympathy, sympathy - in the passion, and the passion is in love. In life it often happens.

And again, as it happens in life, after love came care.

Why are you lying? - the lantern asked anxiously. - Do you unhealthy?

No, no, do not worry, "his shadow calmed down. - I'm completely healthy. But I will always lie at your feet.

Pretty! - Lantern lost. - I do not stand such love.

You're bright, - Shadow said. - I'll always be with you. With one of you.

Further conversation took an interest in interest only to interlocutors.

They met every night - the lantern and his shadow - and, for all external signs, were satisfied with each other. The lantern has long forgotten about the stars and saw only his shadow - nothing more interested in his world in the world. Even closing her eyes (and this happened during the day, because all the lamps are sleeping in the afternoon), he admired his shadow.

But one day at noon, when the lantern was not very slept, he suddenly heard the voice of the shadow. The lantern listened and soon realized that the shadow speaks with the sun - a big and bright luminaire, about which the lantern knew only the interlayer.

I am yours, "said the shadow of the sun. - You see - I have your feet ... I'm yours ...

The lantern wanted to intervene immediately, but he kept himself: it was somehow awkwardly to start a conversation with an outsider. But in the evening he laid it all. Lee, a lantern, be afraid of his own shadow!

What does the sun here? I do not know any sun, - the shadow justified, but the lantern was inexorably.

Go now! He said. - I do not want to know you!

Know me, know! - Shadow snamed. - I can't leave you.

And she told the truth: can the shadow escape from such a bright lantern?

Do not be mad at me! - Shadow's shadow. - Let's make it up…

The lantern shook his head.

Oh, in vain he did it! He shook his head too categorically and crashed. Many then shook the fact that the lantern committed suicide from love. Meanwhile, this happened only on its principle.

Now the shadow did not have to be killed. What did she have to do near the broken lantern? She closed to the distance traveled by the bus and was as follows.

So wanders the shadow of the light, lipnet to everyone, everyone offers his friendship. Perhaps she will join you.

HONEYMOON

An old fat man of spiders, who no longer held her legs, fell from the wall right in a barrel with honey.

While he flured, trying to somehow get out, a young fly flew to the barrel. Deciding that the spider was the owner of these wealth, she immediately began to weave his invisible Mushini Web. And spider, which honey and old age finally deprived of strength and intelligence, of course, could not resist.

Yes, it was a honeymoon!

A lot of juices pulled out spiderman from flies for his long age, but it was the first case when the flies pulled the juices out of it. The spider was stupid, hacked up, and when the neighbor's cockroaches looked into the barrel with honey, they shouted with their heads every time:

That's the story! Vlip Spider in old age years!