Stories about teddy bear and deniska. Victor Dragunsky - Incredible stories
Victor Yuzefovich Dragunsky
Deniskin's stories
© Dragunsky V. Yu., Heirs, 2014
© Dragunskaya K.V., foreword, 2014
© Chizhikov V.A., afterword, 2014
© Losin V.N., illustrations, nasl., 2014
© AST Publishing House LLC, 2015
About my dad
When I was little, I had a dad. Victor Dragunsky. Famous children's writer. Only no one believed me that he was my dad. And I shouted: "This is my dad, dad, dad !!!" And she began to fight. Everyone thought he was my grandfather. Because he was no longer very young. I am a late child. The youngest. I have two older brothers - Lenya and Denis. They are smart, learned and rather bald. But they know a lot more stories about my dad than I do. But since they did not become children's writers, but me, then they usually ask me to write something about dad.
My dad was born a long time ago. In 2013, on the first of December, he would have turned one hundred years old. And not somewhere there he was born, but in New York. This is how it happened - his mom and dad were very young, got married and left the Belarusian city of Gomel for America, for happiness and wealth. I don’t know about happiness, but they didn’t work out with wealth. They ate exclusively on bananas, and in the house where they lived, hefty rats ran around. And they returned back to Gomel, and after a while they moved to Moscow, to Pokrovka. There, my dad did not study well at school, but he loved to read books. Then he worked at a factory, studied to be an actor and worked at the Satire Theater, and also as a clown in a circus and wore a red wig. This is probably why my hair is red. And as a child, I also wanted to become a clown.
Dear readers !!! I am often asked how my dad is doing, and they ask me to ask him to write something else - bigger and funnier. I don’t want to upset you, but my dad died long ago, when I was only six years old, that is, more than thirty years ago it turns out. Therefore, I remember very few cases about him.
One such case. My dad was very fond of dogs. He always dreamed of having a dog, only his mother would not allow him, but finally, when I was five and a half years old, a spaniel puppy named Toto appeared in our house. So wonderful. Eared, spotted and with thick paws. He had to be fed six times a day, like a baby, which made my mother a little angry ... And then one day my father and I come from somewhere or just sit at home alone, and want to eat something. We go to the kitchen and find a saucepan with semolina porridge, and with such delicious (I generally hate semolina porridge) that we immediately eat it. And then it turns out that this is Totoshina's porridge, which my mother had specially cooked in advance in order to mix it with some vitamins, as it should be for puppies. Mom was offended, of course. Disgrace - a children's writer, an adult, and ate puppy porridge.
They say that in his youth my dad was terribly cheerful, he always came up with something, the coolest and wittiest people of Moscow were always around him, and at home we always had noisy, fun, laughter, feast, feast and all the celebrities. Unfortunately, I don't remember this anymore - when I was born and grew up a little, my dad was very sick with hypertension, high blood pressure, and it was impossible to make noise in the house. My friends, who are now quite adult aunts, still remember that I had to walk on tiptoes so as not to bother my dad. Even I was somehow not allowed to see him so that I would not disturb him. But I still got to him, and we played - I was a frog, and dad was a respected and kind lion.
Dad and I also went to eat bagels on Chekhov Street, there was such a bakery with bagels and a milkshake. We were also in the circus on Tsvetnoy Boulevard, we sat very close, and when the clown Yuri Nikulin saw my dad (and they worked together in the circus before the war), he was very happy, took the microphone from the head-stand-maker and sang "The Song of Hares" especially for us ...
My dad also collected bells, we have a whole collection at home, and now I continue to replenish it.
If you read Deniskin's stories carefully, you understand how sad they are. Not all, of course, but some are very simple. I will not name now which ones. Re-read and feel for yourself. And then we'll check. Some people are surprised, they say, how did an adult manage to penetrate into the soul of a child, to speak on his behalf, as if it were told by the child himself? .. And very simply - dad remained a little boy all his life. Exactly! A person does not have time to grow up at all - life is too short. A person only has time to learn to eat without getting dirty, walk without falling, do something there, smoke, lie, shoot a machine gun, or vice versa - heal, teach ... All people are children. Well, as a last resort, almost everything. Only they don't know about it.
I don't remember much about my dad, of course. But I can write all sorts of stories - funny, strange and sad. I got it from him.
And my son Tema is very similar to my dad. Well, poured out! In the house in Karetny Ryad, where we live in Moscow, there are elderly pop artists who remember my dad when he was young. And they also call the Theme - "Dragoon spawn". And we, together with Tema, love dogs. Our dacha is full of dogs, and those who are not ours just come to us to dine. One day some striped dog came, we treated her to a cake, and she liked it so much that she ate and barked with joy with her mouth full.
Ksenia Dragunskaya
"He is alive and glows ..."
One evening I was sitting in the yard, near the sand, and was waiting for my mother. She probably stayed late at the institute, or in the store, or, maybe, stood for a long time at the bus stop. Do not know. Only all the parents of our yard had already come, and all the guys went home with them and probably already drank tea with bagels and feta cheese, but my mother was still not there ...
And now lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio started playing music, and dark clouds were moving in the sky - they looked like bearded old men ...
And I felt hungry, but my mother was not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and not be late and not made her sit on the sand and be bored.
And at that time Mishka came out into the yard. He said:
- Great!
And I said:
- Great!
Mishka sat down with me and picked up a dump truck.
- Wow! - said the Bear. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up the sand himself? Not yourself? Does he dump himself? Yes? And the pen? What is it for? Can you twirl it? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me home?
I said:
- No I will not give. Present. Dad gave it before leaving.
The bear pouted and moved away from me. The yard grew even darker.
I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother came. But she still didn’t go. Apparently, she met Aunt Rosa, and they are standing and talking and do not even think about me. I lay down on the sand.
Here the Bear says:
- Would you mind a dump truck?
- Get off, Mishka.
Victor Dragunsky "Knights"
When the rehearsal of the boys' choir was over, the singing teacher Boris Sergeevich said:
- Well, tell me, which of you gave your mom what on March 8? Come on, Denis, report.
I said:
- I gave my mother a pillow for needles on March 8th. Beautiful. Looks like a frog. I sewed for three days, pricked all my fingers. I sewed two of these.
- We sewed everything in two. One to my mother, and the other to Raisa Ivanovna.
- This is why everyone? - asked Boris Sergeevich. - What, have you conspired to sew the same thing for everyone?
- No, - said Valerka, - this is in our circle "Skillful hands" - we pass the pillows. First the devils passed, and now the pads.
- What other devils? - Boris Sergeevich was surprised.
I said:
- Plasticine! Our leaders Volodya and Tolya from the eighth grade spent half a year with us the devils. As soon as they come, so now: "Sculpt the devils!" Well, we sculpt, and they play chess.
- Go crazy, - said Boris Sergeevich. - Pads! We'll have to figure it out! Stop! - And he suddenly laughed merrily. - And how many boys do you have in the first "B"?
- Fifteen, - said Bear, - and the girls are twenty-five.
Here Boris Sergeevich just rolled with laughter.
And I said:
- In our country, in general, the female population is larger than the male population.
But Boris Sergeevich brushed me off.
- I'm not talking about that. It's just interesting to see how Raisa Ivanovna receives fifteen pillows as a gift! Okay, listen: which of you is going to congratulate your mothers on May Day?
Then it was our turn to laugh. I said:
- You, Boris Sergeevich, are probably joking, there was not enough to congratulate for May.
- And that's wrong, exactly what you need to congratulate your mothers on May. Otherwise, it’s ugly: to congratulate only once a year. And if every holiday is congratulated, it will be chivalrous. Well, who knows what a knight is?
I said:
- He is on a horse and in an iron suit.
Boris Sergeevich nodded.
- Yes, that was a long time ago. And when you grow up, you will read many books about knights, but now, if they say about someone that he is a knight, it means that they mean a noble, selfless and generous person. And I think that every pioneer should definitely be a knight. Raise your hands, who's the knight here?
We all raised our hands.
- I knew it, - said Boris Sergeevich, - go, knights!
We went home. And on the way, Mishka said:
- Okay, I'll buy some candy for my mom, I have money.
And so I came home, and no one was at home. And I even got annoyed. For once I wanted to be a knight - so there is no money! And then, as luck would have it, Mishka came running, holding an elegant box with the inscription: "May Day".
Bear says:
- Done, now I'm a knight for twenty-two kopecks. Why are you sitting?
- Bear, are you a knight? - I said.
- Knight, - says Bear.
- Then give me a loan.
The bear was upset.
- I spent everything to a penny.
- What to do?
- Look, - says Bear. - After all, twenty kopecks is a small coin, maybe, where at least one fell, let's look.
And we climbed the whole room - behind the sofa, and under the closet, and I shook up all of my mother's shoes, and even poked my finger in her powder. There is nowhere.
Suddenly Mishka opened the sideboard:
- Wait, what is this?
- Where? I say. - Oh, this, these are bottles. Can't you see? There are two wines: one bottle is black and the other is yellow. This is for guests, guests will come to us tomorrow.
Bear says:
- Eh, your guests would have come yesterday, and you would have had money.
- What is it like?
- And the bottles? - says Mishka. - Yes, they always give money for empty bottles. On the corner. It is called "Reception of glass containers"!
I'm talking:
- Why were you silent before? We’ll settle this matter now! Give me a can of compote, standing at the window.
Mishka handed me the can, and I opened the bottle and poured the blackish-red wine into the can.
- That's right, - said Mishka, - what will he do? ..
“Of course,” I said. - Where is the second one?
- Yes, here, - says Mishka, - is it all the same? And this wine and that wine.
“Well, yes,” I said. - If one was wine and the other was kerosene, then it is impossible, but this is, please, even better. Take the jar.
And we poured the second bottle there.
I said:
- Put it on the window! So. Cover it with a saucer, and now let's run!
And we started.
For these two bottles we were given 24 kopecks. And I bought my mom some candy. They gave me another two kopecks of change.
I came home cheerful, because I became a knight, and as soon as mom and dad came, I said:
“Mom, I'm a knight now. Boris Sergeevich taught us!
Mom said:
- Come on, tell me!
I said that tomorrow I will surprise my mom.
Mom said:
- Where did you get the money?
And I said:
- I, mom, handed over the empty dishes. Here's two kopecks for change.
Then dad said:
- Well done! Give me two kopecks for the machine!
We sat down to dinner.
Then dad leaned back in his chair and smiled:
- Compotiku.
“Sorry, I didn't have time today,” Mom said.
But dad winked at me:
- And what's that? I noticed it a long time ago.
And he went to the window, took off the saucer and took a sip straight from the can. Well, what happened! Poor dad coughed like he'd drunk a glass of nails.
- What it is? What kind of poison is this ?!
I said:
- Dad, don't be scared! This is not poison. These are two of your fault!
Then dad staggered a little and turned pale.
- What are the two wines ?! He shouted louder than ever.
“Black and yellow,” I said, “that were in the buffet. Most importantly, do not be afraid.
Dad ran to the sideboard and opened the door.
Then he blinked his eyes and began to rub his chest.
He looked at me with such surprise, as if I were not an ordinary boy, but some kind of blue or speckled.
I said:
- Are you surprised, dad? I poured your two wines into a jar, otherwise where would I get the empty dishes? Think by yourself!
Mom screamed:
And fell onto the sofa.
She began to laugh, so much so that I thought she would feel bad.
I could not understand anything, and dad shouted:
- Do you laugh? Well, laugh! And by the way, this knight of yours will drive me crazy, but I'd better wrest him earlier so that he would forget once and for all his knightly manners.
And dad began to pretend that he was looking for a belt.
- Where is he? - Dad shouted. - Give me this Ivanhoe here! Where did he fall?
And I was behind a bookcase. I've been there for a long time, just in case. And then dad was very worried about something.
He shouted:
- Is it a well-known thing to pour a collectible black "Muscat" of the 1954 harvest into a jar and dilute it with Zhiguli beer ?!
And my mother was sour with laughter.
She barely said:
- After all, it is he ... From the best intentions ... After all, he is ... the Knight ... I will die ... of laughter.
And she continued to laugh.
And dad ran around the room a little more and then, for no reason at all, went up to mom.
He said:
- How I love your laugh.
And bent down and kissed my mother.
And then I calmly climbed out from behind the closet.
Victor Dragunsky "Girl on the Ball"
Once our whole class went to the circus. I was very happy when I went there, because soon I was already eight years old, and I was in the circus only once, and that was a very long time. The main thing is that Alyonka is only six years old, but she has already managed to visit the circus three times. This is very disappointing. And now our whole class came to the circus, and I thought how good it was that I was already big and now, this time, I would see everything properly. And that time I was small, I did not understand what a circus is. That time, when acrobats entered the arena and one climbed on the head of the other, I burst out laughing terribly, because I thought that they were doing this on purpose, for a laugh, because at home I had never seen adult guys climb on top of each other. And this did not happen on the street either. So I laughed out loud. I didn’t understand that these are artists showing their dexterity.
And that time I looked more and more at the orchestra, how they played - some on the drum, some on the trumpet - and the conductor waves his baton, and no one is looking at him, but everyone plays as they want. I really liked that, but while I was looking at these musicians, there were artists performing in the middle of the arena. And I did not see them and missed the most interesting. Of course, I was still quite stupid that time. And so we came with the whole class to the circus. I immediately liked that it smells of something special and that bright pictures hang on the walls, and it is light all around, and there is a beautiful carpet in the middle, and the ceiling is high, and there are various shiny swings tied there. And at this time the music started playing and everyone rushed to sit down, and then bought an Eskimo and began to eat. And suddenly a whole detachment of some people, dressed very nicely, in red suits with yellow stripes, came out from behind the red curtain. They stood at the sides of the curtain, and their boss in a black suit walked between them. He shouted something loudly and a little incomprehensibly, and the music began to play quickly, quickly and loudly, and an artist-juggler jumped out into the arena, and the fun began! He threw balls, ten or a hundred, up and caught them back. And then he grabbed a striped ball and began to play with it. He kicked him with his head, and the back of his head, and his forehead, and rolled on his back, and kicked him with his heel, and the ball rolled all over his body, as if it were magnetized. It was very beautiful. And suddenly the juggler threw this ball towards us, into the audience, and then a real commotion began, because I caught this ball and threw it at Valera, and Valera - at Mishka, and Mishka suddenly aimed and, for no reason, blinked directly the conductor, but did not hit him, but hit the drum! Bamm! The drummer got angry and threw the ball back to the juggler, but the ball didn’t hit, he just hit one beautiful aunt in her hair, and she didn’t get a haircut, but a squeeze. And we all laughed so hard that we almost died. And when the juggler ran behind the curtain, we could not calm down for a long time. But then a huge blue ball was rolled into the arena, and the uncle who announces came out in the middle and shouted something in an illegible voice. It was impossible to understand anything, and the orchestra played something very funny again, just not as fast as before.
And suddenly a little girl ran into the arena. I have never seen such small and beautiful. She had blue-blue eyes and had long eyelashes around them. She was in a silver dress with an airy cloak, and she had long arms, she waved them like a bird, and jumped on this huge blue ball, which was rolled out for her. She stood on the ball. And then suddenly she ran, as if she wanted to jump off him, but the ball spun under her feet, and she was on it like she was running, but in fact she was riding around the arena. I have never seen such girls. They were all ordinary, and this one was special. She ran around the ball with her little legs, as if on a flat floor, and the blue ball carried her on her, she could ride it straight, and back, and to the left, and wherever you want! She laughed merrily when she ran as if she were swimming, and I thought that she, probably, is Thumbelina, she was so small, sweet and extraordinary. At this time, she stopped, and someone handed her various bell bracelets, and she put them on her shoes and on her hands and again began to slowly spin around on the ball, as if to dance. And the orchestra began to play soft music, and one could hear the subtle ringing of golden bells on the girl's long arms. And it was all like a fairy tale. And then they turned off the light, and it turned out that the girl, in addition, knows how to glow in the dark, she slowly floated in a circle, and shone, and rang, and it was amazing - I had never seen anything like this in my entire life.
And when the lights were on, everyone clapped and shouted "bravo", and I also shouted "bravo". And the girl jumped off her ball and ran forward, closer to us, and suddenly on the run she rolled over her head like lightning, and again, and again, and all forward and forward. And it seemed to me that now she would break on the barrier, and I suddenly got very scared, and jumped to my feet, and wanted to run to her in order to pick her up and save her, but the girl suddenly stopped rooted to the spot, spread her long arms, the orchestra fell silent, and she stood and smiled. And everyone clapped with all their might and even kicked their feet. And at that moment this girl looked at me, and I saw that she saw that I see her and that I also see that she sees me, and she waved her hand at me and smiled. She waved to me alone and smiled. And again I wanted to run to her, and I stretched out my hands to her. And she suddenly blew a kiss to all of us and ran behind the red curtain, where all the artists ran. And the clown entered the arena with his rooster and began to sneeze and fall, but I had no time for him. All the time I thought about the girl on the ball, how amazing she is and how she waved her hand at me and smiled, and no longer wanted to look at anything. On the contrary, I closed my eyes tightly so as not to see this stupid clown with his red nose, because he spoiled my girl, she still introduced herself to me on her blue balloon. And then they announced intermission, and everyone ran to the buffet to drink citro, and I quietly went downstairs and went to the curtain from where the artists were coming out. I wanted to look at this girl again, and I stood by the curtain and looked - suddenly she would come out. But she didn’t come out.
And after the intermission, lions performed, and I did not like the fact that the tamer was dragging them by their tails all the time, as if they were not lions, but dead cats. He forced them to change from place to place or laid them on the floor in a row and walked over the lions with his feet, as if on a carpet, and they looked like they were not allowed to lie down calmly. It was not interesting, because the lion has to hunt and chase the bison in the endless pampas, filling the surroundings with a formidable growl, thrilling the native population, but this is not a lion, but I just do not know what.
And when it was over and we went home, I kept thinking about the girl on the ball.
And in the evening dad asked:
- Well, how? Did you like the circus?
I said:
- Dad! There is a girl in the circus. She dances on a blue ball. So glorious, the best! She smiled at me and waved her hand! I alone, honestly! Do you understand, dad? Let's go to the circus next Sunday! I'll show it to you!
Dad said:
- We will definitely go. I love the circus!
And my mother looked at both of us as if she had seen for the first time.
And a long week began, and I ate, studied, got up and went to bed, played and even fought, and still every day I thought when Sunday would come and my dad and I would go to the circus, and I would see the girl on the ball again and show her dad, and maybe dad will invite her to visit us, and I'll give her a Browning pistol and draw a ship in full sail.
But on Sunday, Dad couldn't go. Comrades came to him, they rummaged in some drawings, and shouted, and smoked, and drank tea, and sat until late, and after them, my mother had a headache.
And daddy told me when we were cleaning up:
- Next Sunday, I take the oath of Loyalty and Honor.
And I was so looking forward to next Sunday that I don't even remember how I got through another week. And dad kept his word, he went with me to the circus and bought tickets to the second row, and I was glad that we were sitting so close, and the performance began, and I began to wait for the girl on the ball to appear. But the person who announces kept announcing various other artists, and they came out and performed in different ways, but the girl still did not appear. And I was just shivering with impatience, I really wanted dad to see how extraordinary she is in her silver suit with an airy cloak and how deftly she runs around the blue balloon. And every time the announcer came out, I whispered to dad:
- Now he will announce her!
But, as luck would have it, he announced someone else, and I even got hatred for him, and I kept saying to my dad:
- Come on! This is nonsense in vegetable oil! This is not it!
And dad said, without looking at me:
- Don't bother. It is very interesting! The very thing!
I thought that dad, apparently, is not well versed in the circus, since it is interesting to him. Let's see what he sings when he sees the girl on the ball. Probably jump in his chair two meters in height.
But then the announcer came out and shouted in his deaf-mute voice:
- Ant-rra-kt!
I just couldn't believe my ears! Intermission! And why? After all, there will only be lions in the second section! Where is my girl on the ball? Where is she? Why isn't she performing? Maybe she got sick? Maybe she fell and had a concussion?
I said:
- Dad, let's go quickly find out where the girl on the ball is!
Dad replied:
- Yes Yes! Where is your equilibrist? Something is not to be seen! Let's go buy a program! ..
He was cheerful and contented.
He looked around, laughed and said:
- Oh, I love ... I love the circus! This very smell ... my head is spinning ...
And we went into the corridor. There were a lot of people huddled there, and candy and waffles were sold, and pictures of different tiger faces were hung on the walls, and we
wandered around a bit and finally found the controller with the programs. Dad bought one from her and started looking.
And I could not resist and asked the controller:
- Tell me, please, when will the girl perform on the ball?
She said:
- What girl?
Dad said:
- The program includes the equilibrist T. Vorontsova on the ball. Where is she?
I stood and said nothing.
The controller said:
- Oh, you mean Tanechka Vorontsova? She left. She left. Why did you miss it late?
I stood and said nothing.
Dad said:
- We have not known rest for two weeks. We want to see the equilibrist T. Vorontsova, but she is not.
The controller said:
- Yes, she left ... Together with her parents ... Her parents are "Bronze People - Two-Javors." Maybe you've heard? It's a pity ... We just left yesterday.
I said:
- You see, dad ...
He said:
“I didn't know she was leaving. What a pity ... Oh my God! .. Well ... Nothing can be done ...
I asked the controller:
- That means exactly?
She said:
I said:
- And where, it is not known?
She said:
- To Vladivostok.
Where to go. Far. Vladivostok. I know it is placed at the very end of the map, from Moscow to the right.
I said:
- What a distance.
The controller suddenly hurried:
- Well, go, go to places, the light is already being extinguished!
Dad picked up:
- Come on, Deniska! There will be lions now! Shaggy, growling - horror! Let's run to watch!
I said:
- Let's go home, Dad.
He said:
- Just like that ...
The controller laughed. But we went to the wardrobe, and I held out the number, and we got dressed and left the circus. We walked along the boulevard and walked like that for a long time, then I said:
- Vladivostok is at the very end of the map. If you go there by train, you will travel for a whole month ...
Dad was silent. Apparently he had no time for me. We walked a little more, and I suddenly remembered about airplanes and said:
- And on the TU-104 in three hours - and there!
But dad still didn't answer. He walked in silence and held my hand tightly.
When we went out to Gorky Street, he said:
- Let's go to the Ice Cream Cafe. Let's get it out two servings, huh?
I said:
- I don’t want something, dad. He said:
- They serve water there, it is called "Kakheti". Nowhere in the world has he drunk better water.
I said:
- I don’t want to, dad.
He didn't try to persuade me. He quickened his pace and squeezed my hand tightly. It even hurt me. He walked very quickly, and I could barely keep up with him. Why was he walking so fast? Why didn't he talk to me? I wanted to look at him. I raised my head. He had a very serious and sad face.
Victor Dragunsky "Glory to Ivan Kozlovsky"
I have only fives in my report card. Only a four in calligraphy. Because of the blots. I just don't know what to do!
Blots always come off my pen. I already dip only the very tip of the pen into ink, but the blots still fall off. Just some miracles!
Once I wrote a whole page in a purely clean way, it is pleasant and expensive to look at - a real five page. In the morning he showed it to Raisa Ivanovna, and there, in the very middle of the blot! Where did it come from? She was not there yesterday! Maybe it leaked from some other page? Do not know...
And so I have only fives.
Only by singing a troika.
This is how it happened.
We had a singing lesson.
At first we all sang in chorus “There was a birch tree in the field”.
It came out very beautifully, but Boris Sergeevich frowned and shouted all the time:
- Pull vowels, friends, pull vowels! ..
Then we began to draw vowels, but Boris Sergeevich clapped his hands and said:
- A real cat concert! Let's deal with each one individually.
This means with each separately.
And Boris Sergeevich called Misha.
Misha went up to the piano and whispered something to Boris Sergeevich.
Then Boris Sergeevich began to play, and Misha sang softly:
As if a white snow fell on a thin ice ...
Well, Mishka squeaked funny! This is how our kitten Murzik squeaks when I put him in the kettle. Is that how they sing?
Almost nothing is heard. I just couldn't stand it and laughed.
Then Boris Sergeevich gave Misha an A and looked at me.
He said:
- Come on, gull, come out!
I quickly ran out to the piano.
- Well, what will you perform? Boris Sergeevich asked politely.
I said:
- Song of the Civil War "Lead, Budyonny, we are bolder into battle."
Boris Sergeevich shook his head and started playing, but I stopped him right away.
- Please play louder! - I said.
Boris Sergeevich said:
- You won't be heard.
- Will. And how!
- Boris Sergeevich began to play, and I took in more air and how I will burst into my beloved:
High in the clear sky
The scarlet banner is twisting ...
I really like this song. So I can see the blue-blue sky, it's hot, the horses are clattering their hooves, they have beautiful purple eyes, and a scarlet banner is hovering in the sky.
Then I even closed my eyes with delight and shouted as best I could:
We ride horses there,
Where the enemy is visible!
And in a ravishing battle ...
I yelled well, probably it was heard on another street:
A rapid avalanche!
We are rushing forward! .. Hurray! ..
The Reds always win!
Retreat, enemies! Give !!!
I pressed my fists on my stomach, it came out even louder, and I almost burst:
We crashed into the Crimea!
Then I stopped because I was all sweaty and my knees were shaking.
And Boris Sergeevich, although he was playing, somehow leaned towards the piano, and his shoulders were shaking too ...
I said:
- Well, how?
- Monstrous! - praised Boris Sergeevich.
- Good song, isn't it? I asked.
- Good, - said Boris Sergeevich and closed his eyes with a handkerchief.
- It's just a pity, you played very quietly, Boris Sergeevich, - I said, - it could be even louder.
“Okay, I'll take it into account,” said Boris Sergeevich. - And you did not notice that I played one thing, and you sang a little differently?
- No, - I said, - I did not notice it! It doesn't matter. I just had to play louder.
- Well, - said Boris Sergeevich, - since you haven't noticed anything, we'll give you a three for now. For diligence.
How is the top three ?! I was even taken aback. How can this be? Three is very little! The bear sang so softly and then got an A ...
I said:
- Boris Sergeevich, when I have a little rest, I can even louder, you do not think. I had a bad breakfast today. Otherwise I can sing in such a way that it will put everyone's ears on the line. I know one more song. When I sing it at home, all the neighbors come running and ask what happened.
- What is it? - asked Boris Sergeevich.
“Pitying,” I said, and started:
I loved you:
Love still, maybe ...
But Boris Sergeevich hastily said:
- Well, well, well, we will discuss all this next time.
And then the bell rang.
Mom met me in the locker room. When we were about to leave, Boris Sergeevich came up to us.
“Well,” he said, smiling, “perhaps your boy will be Lobachevsky, maybe Mendeleev. He can become Surikov or Koltsov, I would not be surprised if he becomes known to the country as his comrade Nikolai Mamai or any boxer is known, but one thing I can assure you absolutely firmly: he will not achieve the glory of Ivan Kozlovsky. Never!
Mom blushed terribly and said:
- Well, we'll see that!
And when we walked home, I kept thinking:
"Is Kozlovsky singing louder than me?"
Victor Dragunsky "You must have a sense of humor"
Once Mishka and I did our homework.
We put our notebooks in front of us and copied.
And at that time I was telling Mishka about lemurs, that they have big eyes, like glass saucers, and that I saw a photograph of a lemur, how he is holding on to a fountain pen, he is small, small and terribly cute.
Then Mishka says:
- Wrote?
I'm talking:
- You check my notebook, - says Mishka, - and I - yours.
And we exchanged notebooks.
And as soon as I saw what Mishka wrote, I immediately began to laugh.
I looked, and Mishka was also rolling, it turned blue.
I'm talking:
- What are you, Mishka, rolling?
- I'm rolling that you copied wrong! What are you doing?
I'm talking:
- And I am the same, only about you. Look, you wrote: "The brains have come." Who are these - "moses"?
The bear blushed:
- Moses are probably frosts. And you wrote: "Natala winter". What is this?
- Yes, - I said, - not "natala", but "arrived." Nothing can be done, you have to rewrite. It's all the fault of the lemurs.
And we began to rewrite.
And when they copied, I said:
- Let's set tasks!
- Come on, - said Bear.
At this time dad came.
He said:
- Hello, comrades students ...
And he sat down at the table.
I said:
- Here, dad, listen to what task I will ask Mishka: here I have two apples, and there are three of us, how to divide them equally among us?
The bear immediately pouted and began to think. Dad didn’t pout, but he also thought about it. They thought for a long time.
I then said:
- Are you giving up, Mishka?
Bear said:
- I give up!
I said:
- So that we all get equal parts, it is necessary to cook compote from these apples. - And he began to laugh: - It was Aunt Mila who taught me! ..
The bear pouted even more. Then dad narrowed his eyes and said:
- And since you are so cunning, Denis, let me give you a task.
“Come on, ask,” I said.
Dad walked around the room.
“Well, listen,” he said. - One boy is in the first grade "B". His family consists of four members. Mom gets up at seven and spends ten minutes getting dressed. But Dad brushes his teeth for five minutes. Grandma goes to the store as much as mom dresses plus dad brushes his teeth. And grandfather reads newspapers, how many times grandmother goes to the store minus what time mom gets up.
When they are all together, they start waking this boy from the first grade "B". It takes the time of reading grandfather's newspapers plus grandmother's going to the store. When the boy from the first grade "B" wakes up, he stretches as long as his mother gets dressed plus his father's teeth brushing. And he washes himself, how many grandfather's newspapers divided by grandmother. He is late for lessons as many minutes as he stretches plus washing minus mom's getting up multiplied by dad's teeth.
The question is: who is this boy from the first "B" and what threatens him if this continues? Everything!
Then dad stopped in the middle of the room and began to look at me.
And Mishka laughed at the top of his lungs and began to look at me too.
They both looked at me and laughed.
I said:
- I cannot immediately solve this problem, because we have not passed it yet.
And I didn't say another word, but left the room, because I immediately guessed that the answer to this problem would turn out to be a lazy person and that such a person would soon be kicked out of school. I left the room into the corridor and climbed behind the hanger and began to think that if this is a problem about me, then this is not true, because I always get up pretty quickly and stretch for a very short time, just as much as needed. And I also thought that if my dad wants to invent things about me so much, then please, I can leave the house right into the virgin lands. There will always be work, people are needed there, especially young people. I will conquer nature there, and dad will come with a delegation to Altai, see me, and I will stop for a minute, say: "Hello, dad!" - and I will go on to conquer.
And he will say:
"Greetings from your mom ..."
And I will say:
"Thank you ... How is she doing?"
And he will say:
"Nothing".
And I will say:
“She must have forgotten her only son? "
And he will say:
“What are you, she lost thirty-seven kilos! That's how bored! "
He saw me and said:
- Oh, there you are! What kind of eyes do you have? Did you take this task personally?
He picked up his coat and hung it in place and said further:
- I made it all up. There is no such boy in the world, let alone in your class!
And dad took my hands and pulled me out from behind the hanger.
Then he looked at me intently again and smiled:
“You have to have a sense of humor,” he said to me, and his eyes became cheerful, cheerful. - And this is a ridiculous task, isn't it? Well! Laugh!
And I laughed.
And he too.
And we went to the room.
Victor Dragunsky
Deniskin's stories
Part one
He's alive and glows
That I love
I really love to lie on my stomach on my dad's knee, lower my arms and legs and hang on my knee like this, like linen on a fence. I also really like to play checkers, chess and dominoes, just to be sure to win. If you don't win, then don't.
I love to listen to the beetle digging in the box. And I like to get into bed with my dad on a day off in the morning to talk to him about the dog: how will we live more spaciously, and we will buy a dog, and we will deal with it, and we will feed it, and how funny and smart it will be, and how she will steal sugar, and I will wipe the puddles after her myself, and she will follow me like a faithful dog.
I also like to watch TV: it doesn't matter what is shown, even if only one tables.
I like to breathe my nose into my mother's ear. I especially love to sing and always sing very loudly.
I love stories about the Red Cavalry so badly, and that they always win.
I like to stand in front of the mirror and grimace, as if I am Petrushka from a puppet theater. I also love sprats.
I like to read fairy tales about Kanchil. This is such a small, smart and mischievous doe. She has cheerful eyes, and small horns, and pink polished hooves. When we live more spaciously, we will buy ourselves a Kanchil, he will live in the bathroom. I also like to swim where it is shallow, so that you can hold on to the sandy bottom with your hands.
I like to wave a red flag at demonstrations and play the go-go!
I really like to make phone calls.
I love to plan, saw, I can sculpt the heads of ancient warriors and buffalo, and I blinded the wood grouse and the tsar-cannon. All this I love to give.
When I read, I like to nibble on a biscuit or something.
I love guests.
I also really like snakes, lizards and frogs. They are so dexterous. I carry them in my pockets. I like to have a snake on the table when I dine. I love it when my grandmother shouts about the frog: "Take away this muck!" - and runs out of the room.
I love to laugh. Sometimes I don't feel like laughing at all, but I force myself, squeeze out laughter - you look, after five minutes it really becomes funny.
When I'm in a good mood, I like to ride. One day my dad and I went to the zoo, and I was galloping around him in the street, and he asked:
What are you jumping?
And I said:
I jump that you are my dad!
He understood!
I love going to the zoo! There are wonderful elephants. And there is one baby elephant. When we live more spacious, we will buy a baby elephant. I'll build a garage for him.
I really like to stand behind the car when it snorts and sniff gas.
I love going to cafes - eating ice cream and drinking soda water. It stings in the nose and tears appear in my eyes.
When I run down the hallway, I love stamping my feet with all my might.
I love horses very much, they have such beautiful and kind faces.
I like a lot of things!
… And what I don’t like!
What I don't like is dental treatment. As soon as I see a dental chair, I immediately want to run away to the end of the world. I still don't like it when guests come to get up on a chair and read poetry.
I don't like it when mom and dad go to the theater.
I hate soft-boiled eggs when they are shaken in a glass, crumbled into bread and forced to eat.
I still don't like it when my mother goes for a walk with me and suddenly meets Aunt Rosa!
Then they only talk to each other, and I just don't know what to do.
I don’t like to wear a new suit - I’m in it like a wooden one.
When we play reds and whites, I don't like being white. Then I quit the game and that's it! And when I'm red, I don't like being captured. I run away anyway.
I don't like it when they win against me.
I don’t like to play “loaf” when it’s birthday: I’m not small.
I don’t like it when guys ask themselves.
And I really do not like it when I cut myself, in addition to smear my finger with iodine.
I don’t like that it’s cramped in the corridor and adults scurry back and forth every minute, some with a frying pan, some with a kettle, and shout:
Children, do not turn under your feet! Watch out, I have a hot pot!
And when I go to bed, I do not like to be sung in chorus in the next room:
Lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley ...
I really do not like that on the radio, boys and girls speak in old lady voices! ..
"He is alive and glows ..."
One evening I was sitting in the yard, near the sand, and was waiting for my mother. She probably stayed late at the institute, or in the store, or, maybe, stood for a long time at the bus stop. Do not know. Only all the parents of our yard had already come, and all the guys went home with them and probably already drank tea with bagels and feta cheese, but my mother was still not there ...
And now lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio began to play music, and dark clouds were moving in the sky - they looked like bearded old men ...
And I felt hungry, but my mother was not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and not be late and not made her sit on the sand and be bored.
And at that time Mishka came out into the yard. He said:
Great!
And I said:
Great!
Mishka sat down with me and picked up a dump truck.
Wow! - said the Bear. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up the sand himself? Not yourself? Does he dump himself? Yes? And the pen? What is it for? Can you twirl it? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me home?
I said:
No I will not give. Present. Dad gave it before leaving.
The bear pouted and moved away from me. The yard grew even darker.
I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother came. But she still didn’t go. Apparently, she met Aunt Rosa, and they are standing and talking and do not even think about me. I lay down on the sand.
Here the Bear says:
Would you mind a dump truck?
Get off, Mishka.
Then the Bear says:
I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for it!
I'm talking:
Compared Barbados to a dump truck ...
Well, do you want me to give you a swimming ring?
I'm talking:
You have it burst.
You will glue it!
I even got angry:
Where to swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?
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Before you are all the books of Dragunsky - a list of the titles of his best works. But first, let's learn a little about the author himself. Viktor Yuzefovich Dragunsky was born in 1913 and became known in the USSR as a renowned writer and recognizable actor.
His most famous series of books is Deniskin's Stories, which has been reprinted many times since its first publication half a century ago.
Dragunsky devoted his entire youth to work in the theater and circus, and this work did not always bear fruit. The little-known actor could not get serious roles and tried to find a vocation in related fields.
The first stories of the author were published in 1959, they became the basis for the future series. The name for the series was not chosen by chance - the writer originally composed stories for his nine-year-old son Denis. The boy became the main character in his father's stories.
Beginning in the 1960s, stories became so popular that the publisher could not even cope with the volumes. And the popularity of the protagonist Denis Korablev has been transferred to films.
So, directly a list with descriptions of those very cult stories of Dragunsky.
- The Magic Power of Art (Collection)
Deniskin's stories: how everything really was
For three generations, Dragunsky's stories about the boy Deniska Korablev have been admired. During the childhood of the character, life was completely different: the streets and cars, shops and apartments looked differently. In this collection you can read not only the stories themselves, but also the explanations of the son of the famous author - Denis Dragunsky. He openly shares what really happened to him, and what is his father's invention. Farther
Deniskin's stories (collection)
Deniska lives his Soviet life - he loves, forgives, makes friends, conquers resentment and deception. His life is incredible and filled with adventure. He has the closest friend Mishka, with whom Denis went to the masquerade; they play naughty together in class, go to the circus and encounter unusual events.
A few days remain until the solemn September lineup.
First-graders feel especially anxious. What awaits them in the school world? Will they withstand the load? Will you like it? Parents are also worried: the baby has grown so quickly that it is hard to believe.
This page is about the first day of school. Each of us has our own memories of him. Someone got lost in the crowd and cried, looking for their class, someone did not like the neighbor on the desk.
But over time, all sorts of trifles and misunderstandings are erased from memory, by and large only quiet sadness and dear faces of friends and loved ones remain.
The children's writer Viktor Golyavkin has a story "How I Was Afraid" about a first-grader who is so scared that through a misunderstanding he finds himself in a funny situation. The famous artist Viktor Chizhikov also told how he went to school for the first time. In the story "Chiki-briki", two friends tease a strict aunt in big glasses, not suspecting that this is their first teacher. Having learned about this, they flatly refuse to cross the threshold of the school.
The wonderful storyteller Viktor Dragunsky wrote many funny stories about Deniska and his friends. His hero is also experiencing on the eve of the first of September. It's good that he has tactful adults who help get rid of unnecessary anxiety.
Alyosha, the hero of L. Voronkova's story, on his way to school meets many funny and interesting reasons for playing and relaxing, but stoically withstands all temptations and appears at school on time.
But his namesake Alyosha Seroglazov, the hero of the story by Yuz Aleshkovsky, did not even suspect how difficult it is for the first time in his life to study in the first grade for a whole week. On a day off, there is a reason to take stock: what was there more in it - good or bad? Who is to blame if there was more bad: himself or coincidence? Yes, getting an insulting nickname on the very first school line in your life is insulting. But Alyosha copes with these difficulties on his own. And the little puppy Kysh, which he and his dad bought at the bird market, helps to dispel the sadness.
First grader Yulia Boriskina and six-year-old Dasha Vorobyova look very elegant and festive. Only in the hands of Dasha, besides the briefcase, is a soft toy, which she does not want to part with. The girl goes to a class that was not at school before. The uniform, the textbooks, and the lessons of the children of this class are completely different, not the same as those of the first graders. Very soon, Yulia Boriskina learns what the role of dots and commas is and truly understands the power of the collective's influence.
The writer Yuri Koval has amazingly kind stories about the distant village of Chisty Dor and its inhabitants. Among them are Panteleevna, and Mironikha, and uncle Zui, and the only first-grader in the village, Nyurka. On her birthday, the girl receives a variety of gifts, but most of all she enjoys binoculars - with teacher Alexei Stepanich, they will look at the stars.
First-grader Seryozha always lost his handkerchiefs, balls, but his pen only once, he even wanted to write with a pencil, but the guys helped out. And the little heroine of V. Zheleznikov's story "After Lessons" did not even suspect that it was impossible to learn the alphabet in one day, so she got into a stupid situation - her younger brother Seryozha and a boy neighbor were laughing at her. It is good that there are caring people nearby who will not pass by someone else's misfortune, but will certainly help.
V. Golyavkin
How afraid I was
When I first went to school on September 1, in the first grade, I was very afraid that they would immediately ask me something difficult. For example, they will ask: how much will 973 and 772 be? Or: where is such and such a city, which I do not know where it is. Or they will force me to read quickly, but I cannot, and they will give me a deuce. Although my parents assured me that nothing like this would happen, I was still worried.
And so excited, confused, even scared, I entered the classroom, sat down at my desk and quietly asked my neighbor:
Can you write?
He shook his head.
Can you add 973 and 772?
He shook his head and looked at me in dismay.
He was completely frightened, almost crawled under the desk - he did not know how to read at all.
At this time, the teacher asked me what my last name was, and I decided that they would force me to quickly read or add large numbers, and said:
I know nothing!
What don't you know? - the teacher was surprised.
I don't know anything! I shouted, frightened.
What is your name, you know?
Do not know! - I said.
You don’t know your last name or your first name?
I know nothing! I repeated.
The class laughed.
Then I shouted through the noise and laughter:
I know my last name and my name, but I don't know anything else!
The teacher smiled and said:
Except for the name and surname, no one else will ask you about anything. So far, none of you know almost anything. That's why you came to school to learn and know everything. So from today we will begin to study with you.
Then I boldly gave my name and surname.
It even made me laugh that I was afraid at first.
And my neighbor gave his name and surname before he was asked.
V. Chizhikov
Cheeky-breeks
Grishka Barlyaev and I are running along the dusty, sun-scorched road. Clouds of warm dust rise up behind us, the breeze blows it to the side, and it seems to us that we are cars, so we rattle desperately.
I am ZIS-101! I shout.
And I'm a five-ton! - shouts Grishka.
ZIS-101 drives faster.
But a five-tonne will take away more cucumbers! Grishka laughs.
Brakes!
Have arrived!
And we slow down near the vegetable garden. These are the vegetable gardens of the evacuees. It was raining two days ago, and cucumbers should appear in our garden. The garden is small, Grisha and I quickly ran around it - only four cucumbers.
Well, nothing, says Grishka. - On the way from other sites, we'll pick it up.
And we rumbled in the opposite direction.
Stop! Brakes! I see a cucumber! I shout.
And I can see! - shouts Grishka.
They plucked a large cucumber, wiped the dust on his pants and sank crunchly into the cool, slightly sour pulp.
We sat down. Silence, only the birds are singing somewhere high, high.
What are you doing here ?! - was heard right above our ear.
Grishka and I were thrown up. Before us stood a slender aunt in big glasses.
We looked at each other for a moment in silence, until she scared us again:
Well, march from my garden! Cheeky-breeks!
We flew off a bullet twenty meters and stopped. Now we were bursting with laughter.
Cheeky Brini! Cheeky-breeks! - we jumped.
But she stopped paying attention to us, and we ran home.
Then we often recalled this incident and called any danger threatening us "Chiki-briki".
Summer is over. September 1. In a clean shirt, with a field bag over my shoulder, I sit on the bunk, waiting for Grishka. Today we go to school for the first time. I’m waiting, waiting, Grishka is gone. All the children passed, one girl with a bouquet of daisies even ran at a trot. I think you can be late. Beta to Grishka's house, I see he is sitting in the window.
What are you ?! - I shout to him. - Crazy, or what? We'll be late.
I won't go to school, - says Grishka.
How so ?!
Do you know who our teacher is? Cheeky-breeks!
I sat down. What to do?
I ran home, threw my bag on the bench, roared and told my mother that I would not go to school.
And she says to me:
Well, I’ll take you by the hand like a little one.
When my mother dragged me to school, the lesson began. Quiet all around, only my roar is heard in the yard. An old man came out of school with a broom in one hand and a bell in the other. He looked at me, shook his head.
You, mother, go, and I'll take him to class.
I walked in front, the old man pushed me in the back of the head with a dry palm. He stopped at the newly painted door and knocked softly.
The teacher came out. Grishka was not mistaken - it was she.
The old man whispered to her:
Will you accept a latecomer?
It seemed to me that she was now shouting: “Well, march from my school! Cheeky-breeks! " But the teacher said:
Please come in, just never be late again, - and smiled.
She was a very good teacher, my first teacher, and I will remember her all my life. Her name was Zoya Alexandrovna.
V. Dragunsky
First day
When the first of September came, I got up at night. Because I was afraid to oversleep. They were still asleep. I lay for a long time with my eyes open. Lied, lay and almost fell asleep again. But then my mother woke up. She began to iron my clean shirt. I quickly jumped up and began to dress. When dad saw me in a new form, he said:
Just a real general.
A crowd of children stood near the school. One thousand one hundred. Everyone had flowers in their hands. Mothers, fathers and grandmothers stood to the side. Children roared each his own. I paired up with one boy. He was very handsome. All freckled. Mouth to ear.
They bought me a lot of new things for the school. A satchel, notebooks, pencils, a pen, a whole box of feathers. Another pencil case and an eraser. The pencil case is very beautiful, everything glitters. I smelled it, it smells like candy. Licked, it turns out, sourly.
SCHOOL WORDS
When I was not studying, I was completely stupid. I knew very few words. For example, I knew the words: mom, dad, mind you, a Christmas tree was born in the forest. And he also knew nine or ten words. And at school there are all new words: blackboard, chalk, teacher, class, desk, bell, hot breakfast. It is very interesting!
My family is too small. Father, mother and me. This is because I am still small myself. But I'll become big, and my family will become big: dad, mom, grandfather, grandmother, sister, brother, son, daughter and four grandchildren.
TEACHER
The teacher came to class. She said:
Hello children! Let's be friends. Let's get acquainted. My name is Ksenia Alekseevna.
I said:
And my name is Denis.
The teacher said:
Very nice.
And the other guys shouted:
And my name is Masha!
And I'm Misha!
And I'm Tolya!
The teacher said:
That's good! I will call you all by name. What will you call me?
Tolya got up and said:
We will call you Se-Sevna.
And the teacher laughed:
That's wrong! We must speak clearly and clearly: Ksenia Alekseevna. Got it?
WRITER
For the second lesson, a writer came to us. He was funny and read funny stories. He composes them himself. For kids. To make them laugh. Because laughing is good for your health. We all clapped after every story. And they shouted:
Yet! Yet! Yet!
Because we really liked his stories. He can write anything. And while he was reading, I was writing poetry.
I got up and said:
I have composed poetry for you!
He said:
Please read!
And I read out loud:
Poetry. Write us a story
A story about Chapaev! End.
He said:
What good poems!
THE BALL FLIES OUT
Then the lessons ended and I went home. My mother met me at school. She gave me a red ball on a string. It was very beautiful outside. Yellow leaves hung on the trees. The people were all funny. The policeman showed the cars where to go. He was wearing white gloves. My ball was still stretching upward, pulling the thread as if it were alive. I released it. He flew. I lifted my head and watched a red ball fly into the blue-blue sky.
Ksenia Alekseevna asked us homework. Write four sticks. I took a notebook and wrote. At first, it turned out that the sticks crawl obliquely down. Then I decided to rewrite. It turned out even worse. Now the sticks went up obliquely. Mom looked and said:
You have bad handwriting. You will not understand anything. Just kalya-malya. You write well. You don't try at all. Do your best.
I sat down to write again. Mom said:
Why did you stick out your tongue?
I said:
This is what I try!
TOMORROW TO SCHOOL
And then I played in the yard. I played for a long time. Finally, my mother looked out the window and called:
Denis! Go to supper.
I am going home. For dinner, I ate bread and butter and tea with milk. Then I began to undress. Dad asked:
Do you want to sleep? Why do you go to bed?
I said:
School tomorrow! It's time.
He smiled:
It's still early, seven o'clock. Do not be afraid, you will have time to sleep.
I told him:
I go to bed so early because I want tomorrow to come soon. I'll sleep fast!
He laughed and said:
Well Goodnight then!
BEFORE BEDTIME
I lay in bed and kept trying to sleep. But the dream did not go to me. I kept thinking that I was studying and that I would soon be completely literate. I’ll learn the whole primer first. Letters from A to Z. And then I will learn all the syllables. Ma-ah. Ma. Me-y. Mu. And so in half a year we will go with dad for a walk. At first I will be silent, and then I will look at the sign and say for no apparent reason:
Eggs, butter, milk.
Daddy will say:
What, hungry? Did you want to eat?
And I will say:
No, I just read it. Look, the sign says!
Then dad will say:
Wow! Read it yourself?
Yes. And only six years old.
Then dad will say:
How nice it is to walk down the street with an educated person!
L. Voronkova
I'm going to school!
The sun peeped in through the window.
Alyosha, it's time to go to school!
And I already got ready, - answered Alyosha. He took his schoolbag, took a bouquet of flowers as it should be. And went out into the street.
Alyosha, let's go to the river, they are building a dam there! - the neighbor Arnika shouted to him.
Alyosha was even surprised.
Can't you see? I'm going to silt school!
And passed by. Of course, it would be nice to run to the river and see the dam. But when will he?
He just went out onto the road - cars with bread caught up with him.
Hey, Alyosha, - the drivers shouted to him, - sit down, let's take a ride!
What's better? Sit in the cab and even put your hand on the steering wheel next to the driver's hand and race along the road!
Thanks! - Alyosha answered the drivers. - I'm going to school!
And now the road has gone past the vegetable gardens. There, the gardeners gathered red tomatoes and green cucumbers from the beds. Whole baskets stood and cucumbers and tomatoes.
Come here, Alyosha! - called the gardeners. - We'll treat you with fresh cucumbers!
Oh, ripe tomatoes are good, and cucumbers just crunch on your teeth! ..
Thank you, - answered Alyosha, - I have no time, I'm going to school!
Out on the field - there is no one. To the right - green winter crops, to the left - a forest. Now no one will call Alyosha, now he will soon reach school.
But the wings rustled overhead. Alyosha raised his head, and a whole flock of swallows were flying overhead.
Alyosha, Alyosha! - the swallows began to shout. - Look how our young children fly! Stop, admire!
I can't, I have no time, - answered Alyosha. - I'm going to school!
And if not for school, I would look at them for an hour. After all, he saw how these children looked out of the nest.
Alyosha, Alyosha! - Hazel rustled in the woods. - Come quickly, see how many nuts I have! They are already ripe!
And the nuts, ripe, brown, are laughing on the branches, and the branches are so inclined: take it!
And when should I pick the nuts? - answered Alyosha. - I'm going to school!
Alyosha, the rowan is ripe here, look how big it is!
Alyosha, Alyosha, and there are a lot of mushrooms on the stumps! From one stump a whole basket!
But Alyosha quickened his pace and shouted with all his might:
Don't call me, I'm going to school!
And here is the school on the mountain. And the guys are going to her from all sides. And the bell rings.
And here Alyosha came to school. Just in time!
Yuz Aleshkovsky
Two briefcases and a whole week
It was my first day off, because for the first time in my life I studied in first grade for a whole week.
I didn't know how to start such a day, and so I decided to imitate my dad: waking up, I put my hands under my head and stared out the window.
Dad once said that on Sunday morning, because he didn't have to rush to work, he was thinking about all sorts of things and how the whole week had passed. What was more in her - good or bad? And if there is more bad, then who is to blame for this: dad himself or, as he likes to say, coincidence of circumstances?
There were more bad things in my first school week. And not because of me, but because of the circumstances that began to flock long ago.
If I had been born at least two days later, then I would have turned seven years old not on August 31, but on September 2, and I would not have been accepted to school. But dad already had to persuade the head teacher. And the head teacher agreed to accept me on probation.
I was the youngest and smallest student in the entire school.
In "Children's World" they bought me the smallest uniform, but on fitting in the booth, it turned out that it was also large. Mom asked to remove the uniform from the unjustified first-grader, who was standing in the window and smiling, but they persuaded mom to refuse this request and advised to alter the form. They also gave her advice on how to feed me, so that I grow up faster.
Mom shortened her trousers herself, and the cap was kept in hot water all night, then pulled over a saucepan and ironed, but it still fell over my eyes.
In general, on the first of September I went to school, and at the very first break, the tallest boy in our class, Misha Lvov, measured me from head to toe with my own briefcase. He measured it and immediately gave me the nickname Two Portfolio. And he appropriated the nickname Tiger to himself. Because of the name Lvov. Even the high school students got my nickname. At breaks, they stared at me and wondered:
Two portfolios!
Indeed, Two Portfolios!
They didn’t tease me, but I still felt the biggest resentment of all that I received in the nursery, in the kindergarten, in the yard and at home.
I walked off to the side, did not play with anyone, and I was so bored that I wanted to cry.
True, one day a high school student came up to me, stroked my head and said:
Two briefcases, don't hang your nose. The time will come, and you will become four portfolios, then five, and then eight. Here you will see! And at break, do not stay in one place. Knead the bones. And don't be afraid of anyone. If they start to scare you, blow out your nostrils. They will lag behind right away. I've always done this. I am Olya.
And I - Alyosha, - I said, and Olya showed how to flare your nostrils.
But no matter how much I inflated them later, it did not frighten anyone, and my ears buzzed with a cry:
Two portfolios! Two portfolios!
For such a nickname, I hated the Tiger.
It was good for Dadaev. They called him Dada! Kapustina - by Kochan. Galya Pelenkina as a Brazilian footballer - Pele. Gusev's name is Tega-tega, and he is very happy. Lenya Katza - Katso. I alone - Two Portfolios.
Nothing! Maybe over time they will all get tired of such a long nickname, and only Fela will remain from him. Fela! It's not bad...
So I lay and thought, and suddenly I was staring ... In front of my window, in one place, just like a helicopter, a sparrow was hanging and suddenly - bang! He hit the glass, fell on the cornice, then jumped again, fluttered and tried to peck something.
Then I saw a big blue fly that flew into the room and wanted to fly back. She buzzed, darted on the glass, then fell silent, as if she lost consciousness, and again began to circle on the glass, as if on a skating rink.
“Here's a stupid sparrow,” I thought, “he sees a fly at his very beak, but he cannot peck. Probably, he is angry and surprised that suddenly, for no apparent reason, such warm moving air has become hard and cold. And the fly is surprised that everything is transparent, but you can't fly away. "
Suddenly the sparrow flew away once more and flew into the room with a bullet through the window. I screamed, waved the blanket - he got scared, made a circle under the ceiling, flew back and fluttered on the glass next to the fly.
But I felt sorry for both the sparrow and the fly. Day off ... Morning is so good, and they got caught ...
I jumped out of bed and threw open the window.
Fly, stupid, about your business! You will not understand that it is not the air around it that has hardened, but the glass is transparent. And I understand, because I am a person!
So I said aloud, looked out the window, and I also wanted to go outside ...
T. Chinareva
First graders and nulevichki
Yesterday Yulia Boriskina was small, and today she is already big. Because today is the first of September and Yulia Boriskina is going to school. In a uniform dress, like an adult schoolgirl. In a nice white apron. With a white bow in a braid.
Boriskin's mother smiled. Papa Boriskin smiled. Boriskin's grandmother smiled. how not to smile if you see a person off to first grade. The man was small for seven years. For seven years they sang lullabies to him. And so the man grew up. How not to smile!
Only Julia was very serious. Because she was worried and thought: who will sit at her desk with her? And what is the name of the teacher? And will there be marks today?
Yulia, maybe I can carry your briefcase? - suggested the grandmother.
Hard for you! - objected mom. - I'd better carry the briefcase!
I must carry the briefcase! - Dad said resolutely.
But Julia firmly grabbed the handle of the briefcase:
No! I myself! I'm already big!
In the courtyard, the Boriskins ran into the Vorobyovs, neighbors from the fifth floor. All the smartly dressed Vorobyovs - dad, mom, grandfather and two grandmothers stood in a circle and argued.
Hello! - Yulina's grandmother said loudly. - Look what a schoolgirl we have!
The Vorobyovs turned around, and grandfather exclaimed:
Oh, what a beautiful schoolgirl you have! Now look at ours!
The Vorobyovs parted, and the Boriskins saw that in the circle of adults stood a frightened Dasha Vorobyova with a huge white bow, in a plaid skirt and in a plaid vest. With a real briefcase that reaches the ground. And a rubber pig in my hand.
She's only six years old ... - Yulina's grandmother was surprised.
And she goes to the six-year-old class! - Dasha's mother proudly noticed. - But we just can't dissuade leaving the toy pig at home ...
All went to school together. And on the way, Dasha asked:
Do you know, Julia, what is the name of our class?
Julia didn't know. And just in case she asked:
Preschool...
No, - Dasha shook her head. - It's called zero.
This means a class that was not at school before. The uniform, the textbooks, and the lessons of the children of this class are completely different, not the same as those of the first graders.
This is how amazing the first of September went to school for Yulia Boriskina and Dasha Vorobyova. First grader and nude.
All-all schoolchildren came on September 1st with flowers. And nulevichki, and first graders, and tenth graders. What flowers were not there that day! And asters, and carnations, and chamomile, and chrysanthemums. Everyone wanted to give a bouquet to their teacher as soon as possible.
The name of the teacher of the 1st "A" was Antonina Pavlovna. In class, she put the children at the desks of the desks. Boy and girl. And a girl with a girl. Because there were more girls.
The class was beautiful and bright. Outside the windows there is a school garden. In the school garden - dads, mothers, grandmothers and grandfathers. They look out the windows and wave their hands. As if the children sat down not at their desks, but on the plane. And now they will fly away.
Dots, commas
Snow fell frost fell cat with snow washes the nose of a puppy on a black back ...
Oh-oh-oh! - said Antonina Pavlovna - And for whom, I wonder, do they put periods and commas in books? Come on first!
It fell ... the snow fell ... the frost ... The cat ... with snow ... washes ... the nose ... of the puppy ...
How sorry I am for this cat! - made a sad face Antonina Pavlovna. - Her paws are probably freezing ... And I feel sorry for this puppy. The owner must have lost him. And in the city everyone is not happy with the snow. They sit at home, look out the window and get angry ... Come on, Yulia, we'd better imagine that you are a locomotive driver.
The first graders were busy, whispering. They did not understand why Yulia would be a locomotive driver. After all, the poem only talks about snow, a cat and a puppy.
Here is our Julia driving a real diesel locomotive ... - said Antonina Pavlovna, and Misha Lisichkin imagined that he was sitting not at the school window, but at the carriage window. - We drove off from Khabarovsk, and we met a small station. There are only two passengers on the platform. Grandmother and granddaughter. Julia stopped the train for a minute so that grandmother and granddaughter could get into their carriage. Let's go further. We see a large station. This is the city of Blagoveshchensk. The train costs a little longer here. While the supply of water will be made, while the bags with letters will be loaded into the mail car. So are punctuation marks. The point is a big station. The comma is small. Well, driver, touch your locomotive!
An old poplar flashed through the window with sparrows on its branches instead of fallen leaves. A group of nulevichs, who had already finished their studies, went out for a walk. The dog Tom is a true friend of the guys.
Snow fell, frost fell,
The cat washes its nose with snow.
A puppy on a black back
White snowflakes are melting.
The sidewalks are covered with snow
Everything around is white and white!
Julia read poetry so well that the first graders saw a white schoolyard. Nulevichkov, who sculpted a snow woman. And white snow flakes on Tom's back. Everyone wanted so much for winter to come. So I wanted ... How I want a birthday!
Hello!
Vladik Ushakov walked along a long corridor. He was in a bad mood. Played yesterday in the yard, went to bed late. Mom barely woke up in the morning.
Vladik walked, dragging his briefcase behind him, looked at the floor and did not notice anyone around. I didn't even notice the teacher Antonina Pavlovna.
But she immediately noticed Vladik. She said loudly:
Hello Vladik! Have you forgotten anything?
Vladik immediately began to remember what the lessons were today. Is it really physical education?
Did they tell you to bring the skis? he asked uncertainly.
What kind of skis? Today is drawing!
Then I forgot nothing! - Vladik was delighted. - I always carry colored pencils in my portfolio.
Ah, Vladik, Vladik ... - the teacher shook her head. I'm not talking about colored pencils at all!
Vladik did not understand anything. I came to the class - I poured everything from the portfolio onto the desk. A ruler, an eraser, a simple pencil and colored ... Everything for drawing is there. The album is in the closet, its attendants will distribute it.
Hello! - said Antonina Pavlovna. - Some children have become absent-minded, in the morning they forget "hello" at home ...
Vladik Ushakov understood everything!
The next morning he went to school cheerful. The alarm woke him up on time. Vladik managed to do some exercises and eat dumplings for breakfast. In general, the mood is not the same as yesterday.
He ran up the stairs, jumped two steps, noticed Antonina Pavlovna from a distance and shouted as best he could for the entire corridor:
Hello!
Vladik! - Antonina Pavlovna grabbed her head. - Do educated people do that?
I said hello! - Vladik was surprised.
You deafened everyone with your scream ... How did I greet you? "Hello, Vladik ..." And I look straight into your eyes. And you immediately understand how glad I am to see you today.
Vladik lowered his head and decided that tomorrow he would correct his mistake.
The next day he did not shout across the entire corridor. He approached Antonina Pavlovna when she was talking with two teachers - from singing and from the first "B".
Hello, Antonina Pavlovna! - said Vlad and even bowed his head as a sign of respect. He so wanted the teachers to see how educated he is today and how glad he is to see Antonina Pavlovna.
But the teachers shook their heads, and Antonina Pavlovna sighed sadly and answered:
Hello Vladik ...
Vladik Ushakov never thought it was so difficult to be polite.
What a strength - a collective!
During the big break, Yulia Boriskina walked up the school stairs. Elnikov, a third-grader, ran towards her. before Yulia could step aside, Elnikov bumped into her, pushed her, and she hurt her forehead against the wall.
She ran after Elnikov. I caught up, grabbed the sleeve:
Why did you push me and not apologize? I got a bump because of you ...
There is no need to get confused under your feet! Get out! And then you will earn one more bump! You know how much one plus one is! - And Elnikov burst out laughing.
Wait a minute! - Yulia threatened after the bully. - You will find out from me!
And what Elnikov should find out, she herself did not know.
Julia is walking along the corridor - a big bump, tears are dripping. Towards Vladik Ushakov.
Why are you crying?
Elnikov pushed ...
Well, let's go! - said Vlad. - We will show this Elnikov!
They found Elnikov in the dining room. He drank compote with a biscuit.
Why do you offend kids? - Vladik moved towards him.
Ha ha ha! - Yelnikov laughed loudly. - We saw how brave ...
It was he who boasted to his third grade. And the third class was silent. Even the third grade was afraid of Elnikov. How can two kids cope with it?
Yulia and Vladik went to class.
Now we will call Denis Semyonov and see how this Elnikov speaks! - Vladik argued on the way. - Denis is engaged in boxing. He has a real pear at home, I saw it myself.
Only Denis Semyonov was not afraid of Elnikov. I pulled on the jacket so that Denis's button came off.
The guys were very offended by Yelnikov. Came to your 1 "A" and told about everything. Then all 1 "A" got angry with Elnikov and went to deal with him.
As soon as Elnikov saw a group of guys, he stopped joking. And where did his courage go! And the third class immediately ceased to be afraid of him. They started laughing, pointing with a finger.
Then the bell rang. The change was over. 1 "A" went to the lesson.
Yelnikov was quietly sitting at his desk. Today he found out what kind of power it is - a collective. Against her, no bully can resist.
Yu. Koval
Nyurka
Uncle Zueva's Nyurka was six years old. For a long time she was six years old. A whole year. And just in August, Nyurke became seven years old.
On Nyurkin's birthday, Uncle Zui baked gates - these are cheesecakes with millet porridge - and invited the guests. Me too.
I began to get ready for a visit and just could not think of what to give Nyurke.
Buy two hundred grams of sweets, - says Panteleevna. - Pillows.
No, something more serious is needed here.
I began to sort out my things: a gun, boots, various topographic instruments - nothing was good for a present. Then he shook the backpack - it is felt that there is something heavy in the backpack. These are binoculars! Good binoculars. Everything in it is whole, and there are glasses, and the eyepieces are spinning.
I wiped the binoculars with a dry cloth, went out onto the porch and pointed it at Uncle Zuev's yard. Everything is clearly visible: Nyurka runs around the garden, collects dill, Uncle Zui sets up the samovar.
Nyurka! - shouts Uncle Zui. - You dug up some horseradish?
This is no longer through binoculars, I can hear it so.
I dug it up, - answers Nyurka.
I hung the binoculars on my chest, went into the store, bought two hundred grams of pillows and moved towards Nyurka.
The most diverse people have gathered. For example. Fedyusha Mironov came in chrome boots and with his mother, Mironikha. He brought a pencil case made of birch bark to Nyurke. This pencil case was woven by Mirosh's grandfather.
Manya Kletkina came and brought Nyurka a white school apron. The apron is embroidered in the corner with small letters: "NURE".
More children and adults came, and everyone gave something for school: an ABC book, a ruler, two chemical pencils, a self-copy.
Aunt Ksenya brought a brown dress. She sewed herself. And Uncle Zui presented Nyurka with a yellow leatherette briefcase.
The Mokhov brothers brought two buckets of blueberries.
The whole day, they say, they collected. Mosquitoes burn.
Mnronikha says:
This is not a school thing.
Why not school? - say the Mokhov brothers. - Very much even school.
And then they themselves pounced on the blueberries.
I tell Nyurka:
Well, Nyura. Congratulations. You are now seven years old. Therefore, I give you two hundred grams of pads - and here are the binoculars.
Nyurka was very happy and laughed when she saw the binoculars. I explained to her how to look through binoculars and how to point at what. Immediately, all the guys ran back ten steps and began to look at us through these binoculars in turn.
And Mironikha says, as if seeing binoculars for the first time:
This is not a school thing.
Why not school? - I was offended. - Once a schoolgirl will look at it!
And Uncle Zui says:
Or, with the teacher Aleksey Stepanych, they will climb onto the roof and gaze at the stars.
Then everyone went into the house and immediately, as they sat down at the table, they piled on the cucumbers.
There was a strong crunch from the cucumbers, and mother Mironikha was especially trying. And I liked the wickets folded in envelopes.
Nyurka was cheerful. She put the primer, binoculars and other gifts in her briefcase and ran around the table with it.
After drinking tea, the guys went to the yard to play rounders. And we sat by the window, and drank tea for a long time, and watched the guys play rounders, how slowly the evening comes, and how the orca swallows fly over the sheds and over the road. Then the guests began to disperse.
Well, thanks, they said, for the treat.
Thank you, - answered Nyurka, - thank you for the dress, for the apron and for the binoculars.
A week passed after that day, and the first of September arrived.
Early in the morning I went out onto the porch and saw Nyurka. She walked along the road in a school dress, in a white apron with the inscription: "NURE". She was holding a large bouquet of autumn golden balls in her hands, and binoculars hung around her neck.
Uncle Zui followed her ten paces away and shouted:
Look, Pantelevna! My Nyurka went to school.
Well, well, well, - Panteleevna nodded.
And everyone went outside to see Nyurka, because that year she was the only first-grader in our village. Our village is small - ten yards.
Near the school, Nyurka was met by the teacher Aleksey Stepanych. He took the flowers from her and said:
Well, Nyura, you are now a first grader. Congratulations. And what the binoculars brought - so well done too. We will then climb onto the roof and look at the stars.
Uncle Zui, Panteleevna, Mironikha and many more people stood at the school and watched Nyurka walk along the porch. Then the door closed behind her.
So Nyurka became a first grader. Still, she's seven years old. And it will be for a long time. A whole year.
Y. Ermolaev
Replied!
What did the first-grader Seryozha not lose in his life: handkerchiefs, balls, even a cap. But the first time I lost my pen and nib. And where did she go? Now the lesson will begin, you will need to write letters. With what? So the teacher entered the classroom.
Take out notebooks and pens, - she said, - we will learn to write the letter "R". - And beautifully wrote this letter on the board. - And what words do you know with the letter "R"? - Asked the teacher and turned to Seryozha: - Well, remember, what are you going to write now?
Then all the guys shouted:
He will write with a pen! With a pen!
And here, not with a pen, but with a pencil, - objected Seryozha, - I lost the pen.
Anna Ivanovna, - said Shurik Paikov, - can I give Seryozha a pen? I have a spare.
Of course, let me, - said the teacher and again asked Seryozha: - And you, Smirnov, still tell us a word that begins with the letter "R".
Seryozha thought, and then poked himself in the chest with a finger and said:
Confusion!
V. Zheleznikov
After school
After school, I ran into first grade. I would not run to them, but a neighbor instructed to look after her son. After all, the first of September, the first day of school.
I ran in, and the class is already empty. Everybody left. I wanted to turn around and walk. And suddenly I see: on the last desk there is some kind of button, because of the desk it is almost invisible.
It was a girl, not the boy I was looking for. As the first graders were supposed to, she wore a white apron and white bows.
It is strange that she was sitting alone. Everyone went home and, perhaps, they are already eating broths and milk jelly there and telling their parents miracles about school, but this one is sitting and it is not known what awaits.
Girl, - I say, - why don't you go home?
No attention.
Maybe you lost something?
It is silent and sits like a stone statue, does not move.
I do not know what to do. I went up to the blackboard, figured out how to stir this "stone statue", and slowly draw.
I drew a first grader who came home from school and had lunch. Then - mom, dad and two grandmothers. He chews, devours on both cheeks, and they look into his mouth. It turned out to be a funny picture.
And you and I, - I say, - are hungry. Isn't it time for us to go home too?
No, - he answers. - I'm not going home.
Well, are you going to spend the night here?
I looked back at my painting and my stomach rumbled. I felt hungry.
Well her, this abnormal! I left the classroom and went. But then my conscience got stuck, and I came back.
You, ”I say,“ if you don’t tell me why you’re sitting here, I’ll call the school doctor right now. ” And he once or twice: "Ambulance", siren - and you're in the hospital.
I decided to scare her. I myself am afraid of this doctor. He's always: "Breathe, don't breathe ..." And the thermometer sticks under his arm. Cold as an icicle.
Well, good, - he answers. - I'll go to the hospital.
Can you say, - I shouted, - what happened to you?
My brother is waiting for me. Sitting in the yard.
I looked out into the yard. Indeed, there was a little boy sitting on a bench.
So what?
And the fact that I promised him to learn all the letters today.
You are strong to promise, I said. - All the alphabet in one day ?! Maybe then you will finish school in one year? Strong to lie!
I wasn’t lying, I just didn’t know.
I see she's going to cry now. She lowered her eyes and turns her head somehow incomprehensibly.
Letters are taught for a whole year. This is not an easy matter.
My dad and mom have gone far away, and Seryozha, my brother, is very bored. And I said to him: “When I go to school, I’ll learn all the letters - and we’ll write a letter to Mom and Dad”. And he told all the boys in the yard. And we have been writing sticks all day today.
Sticks, - I say, - it's good, it's just wonderful! You can make letters out of sticks. - I went to the board and wrote the letter "A". Printed. - This is the letter "A". It is made of three sticks. Letter-hut.
I never thought that I would be a teacher! But it was necessary to distract her so that she would not cry.
And now, - I say, - let's go to your brother, and I will explain everything to him.
We went out into the yard and went to her brother. They walked, like little ones, by the hands. She thrust her palm into my hand. Her palm is soft, her fingers are pads, and warm.
So, I think, if any of the guys sees, they will laugh. But you can't throw her hand, man.
And this important Seryozhka sits and dangles his legs. Pretends not to see us.
Listen, - I say, - old man. How would you explain this ... Well, in general, to learn the whole alphabet, you need to study for a whole year. It's not an easy thing to do.
So you haven't learned it? He looked defiantly at his sister. - There was nothing to promise.
We've been writing sticks all day, ”the girl said desperately. - And the letters are made of sticks.
But he didn't listen to her. He slid off the bench, put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head and staggered along like a duck.
He did not notice me at all. And I'm tired of: fiddle around here when there is a hunt! I always got involved in other people's affairs.
I learned the letter "A". It is written by a hut! - the girl shouted in the back to her brother.
But he didn't even look back. Then I caught up with him.
Listen, - I say, - why is she to blame? Science is a tricky business. Go to school
You will find out yourself. Do you think Gagarin or Titov overpowered the whole alphabet in one day? Also, oh-oh, how we sweated. And your hands dropped.
I've been writing a letter to my mother all day, ”he said.
He had such a sad face, and I thought that his mother shouldn't have left him alone. Once you are about to go to Siberia, take your children with you. They will not be afraid of long distances or evil frosts.
Just think, trouble, - I say. - Today I will come to you after dinner and I will depict everything on paper under your dictation in the best possible way.
That's good! - said the girl. “We live in this house behind an iron fence. Really, Seryozha, okay?
Okay, - answered Seryozha. - I'll be waiting.
I saw how they entered the courtyard and their figures flashed between the iron bars of the fence and bushes of greenery.
And then I heard a loud, malicious boyish voice:
Seryozhka, well, has your sister learned all the letters?
I saw that Seryozha stopped, and his sister ran into the entrance.
Do you know how much you need to study to learn the alphabet? - said Seryozha. - You have to study for a whole year.
So your letters were crying, ”said the boy. - And your Siberia cried.
We didn't cry, - answered Seryozha. - I have a friend, he has been studying not in the first grade for a long time, he will come to us today and write a letter.
You’re all lying, ”the boy said. - Oh, and you are healthy to fill in! Well, what's your friend's name, how?
There was a silence.
Another minute - and the victorious, triumphant exclamation of the malicious boy should have been heard, but I did not allow this to happen.
I climbed onto the stone foundation of the fence and stuck my head between the bars.
By the way, his name is Yurkoy, - I said.
This boy's mouth opened in surprise. But Seryozha said nothing. He was not one of those who hit the recumbent.
And I jumped to the ground and went home. I don't know why, but I was in a good mood. It was fun in my soul - that's all. It was a great mood. I even wanted to sing.