Victor Dragunsky - Incredible stories. Deniskin's stories
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A few days remain until the solemn September lineup.
First-graders feel especially anxious. What awaits them in 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 school day... 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 little things and misunderstandings are erased from memory, by and large only quiet sadness and dear faces of friends and loved ones remain.
Have children's writer Viktor Golyavkin has a story "How I Was Afraid" about a first-grader who is so scared that by misunderstanding he finds himself in a funny situation. 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 the 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 uniforms, 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 good 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 the alphabet could not be learned in one day, so she got into a stupid situation - they laugh at her younger brother Seryozha and a boy neighbor. 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. Here with today we will begin to study with you.
Then I boldly said my last name and my first name.
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 ton 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 vegetable 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.
Chiki-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 heap, 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!
So 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 and 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 open eyes... 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 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. Also a 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 I 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 cheerful 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 composing 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 poetry!
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 gave 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 dinner.
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 are you lying down?
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 tried 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 ABC 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. Took his school bag, 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 silo 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 tilting downwards: 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! There is a whole basket from one stump!
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 therefore I decided to imitate my dad: when I woke up, I put my hands under my head and stared out the window.
Dad once said that on Sunday morning, since 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 week of school. 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.
V " Children's world"They bought me the smallest uniform, but during the fitting in the booth, it turned out that it was also big. Mom asked me to take the uniform off the false first-grader, who stood in the window and smiled, but she was persuaded to refuse this request and was advised to alter the uniform. She was also given advice. than to feed me, so that I grow faster.
Mom herself shortened her trousers, and the cap was kept in hot water, then they pulled it over the pan and ironed it, 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 did not tease me, but still I felt the biggest resentment of all that I received in the manger, in 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! Perhaps, over time, they will all get tired of such a long nickname, and only Fela will remain from him. Fel! 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 large blue fly that flew into the room and wanted to fly back. She buzzed, tossed about on the glass, then fell silent, as if she had lost consciousness, and again began to circle on the glass, like 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 reason at all, 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 again 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 human!
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 with her at the desk? And what is the name of the teacher? And will there be marks today?
Yulechka, 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 checkered skirt and in a checkered 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, I, 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 uniforms, 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 zero.
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. V school garden- dads, mums, 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, the cat washes the nose of the puppy on the black back with snow ...
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 ... 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 it. And in the city everyone is not happy with the snow. They sit at home, look out the window and get angry ... Come on, Julia, 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 the branches instead of fallen leaves. A group of nulevichs, who had already finished their studies, went out for a walk. Dog Tom - true friend guys.
Snow fell, frost fell,
The cat washes its nose with snow.
Have a puppy on a black back
White snowflakes are melting.
The sidewalks are covered with snow
Everything around is white-white!
Julia read poetry so well that the first graders saw a white schoolyard. Nulevichkov who sculpted snow woman... And white flakes of snow 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 not in a good 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 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 what it was 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 in disappointment and answered:
Hello Vladik ...
Vladik Ushakov never thought it was so difficult to be polite.
What a force - a collective!
V big change Yulia Boriskina walked up the school stairs. Elnikov, a third-grader, ran towards her. before Yulia had time to 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! Do 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 falling. Towards Vladik Ushakov.
Why are you crying?
Elnikov pushed ...
Well, let's go! - said Vladik. - 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 Elnikov. 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 learned 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 couldn't 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 already different people got ready. For example. Fedyusha Mironov came in chrome boots and with his mother, Mironikha. He brought a pencil case made of birch bark to Nyurke. Mirosh's grandfather wove this pencil case.
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 me 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 away 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 the 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 how the guys played with rounders, how slowly the evening came, and how killer whales were flying 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". In her hands she held big bouquet autumn golden balls, 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 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 other people stood at the school and watched Nyurka walk along the porch. Then the door closed behind her.
So Nyurka became a first grader. Why, 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 how to write the letter "R". - And beautifully wrote this letter on the board. - 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, but the class is already empty. Everybody left. I wanted to turn around and walk. And suddenly I see: there is some kind of button sitting on the last desk, 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?
He 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. The result is 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! 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. Always he: "Breathe, do not 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 teach 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 told him: “I’ll 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. - 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 have been composing a letter to my mother all day as a keepsake, ”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 long you need to study to learn the alphabet? - said Seryozha. - You have to study for a whole year.
That means your letters were crying, - said the boy. - And your Siberia cried.
We didn't cry, - answered Seryozha. - I have a friend, he has not been in the first grade for a long time, he will come to us today and write a letter.
You're all lying, - said the boy. - 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 fell open in surprise. And 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.
Deniskins' stories of Dragunsky.
Victor Yuzefovich Dragunsky was born on December 1, 1913 in New York, in Jewish family emigrants from Russia. Soon after that, the parents returned to their homeland and settled in Gomel. During the war, Victor's father died of typhus. His stepfather was I. Voitsekhovich, a red commissar who died in 1920. In 1922, another stepfather appeared - the actor of the Jewish theater Mikhail Rubin, with whom the family traveled all over the country. In 1925 they moved to Moscow. But one day Mikhail Rubin went on tour and did not return home. What happened remains unknown.
Victor started working early. In 1930, already working, he began to visit the "Literary and theatrical workshops" A. Dikiy. In 1935 he began performing as an actor in the Theater of Transport (now the Theater named after N.V. Gogol). At the same time, Dragoonsky was engaged literary work: wrote feuilletons and humoresques, came up with sideshows, scenes, pop monologues, circus clownery. Moved in with circus artists and even worked in a circus for some time. Roles gradually came. He played several roles in films (the film "Russian Question", directed by Mikhail Romm) and was admitted to the Film Actor Theater. But in the theater with its huge troupe, which included eminent movie stars, young and not so famous actors did not have to count on constant employment in performances. Then Dragoonsky had the idea of creating a small amateur troupe inside the theater. True, such a troupe could be called an amateur performance conditionally - the participants were professional artists. Many actors responded with pleasure to the idea of creating a parody "theater within a theater". Dragunsky became the organizer and leader of the ensemble of the literary and theatrical parody "Blue Bird", which existed from 1948-1958. Actors from other Moscow theaters also began to come there. Gradually, the small troupe gained importance and repeatedly performed at the House of the Actor (then: the All-Russian Theater Society), where at that time Alexander Moiseevich Eskin was the director. Parody funny performances were such a resounding success that Dragunsky was invited to create a similar group with the same name in Mosestrad. For performances in "Blue Bird", together with Lyudmila Davidovich, he composed the text for several songs, which later became popular and acquired a second life on the stage: "Three Waltzes", "Miracle Song", "Motor ship", "Star of my fields", " Birch ".
During the Great Patriotic War, Dragoonsky was in the militia.
Since 1940 he has been publishing feuilletons and humorous stories, later collected in the collection "Iron Character" (1960); writes songs, sideshows, clownery, stage and circus scenes.
Since 1959, Dragunsky has been writing funny stories about the fictional boy Denis Korablev and his friend Mishka Slonov under common name"Deniskin's stories", based on which the films "Funny stories" (1962), "Girl on a ball" (1966), "Deniskin's stories" (1970), "In secret to the whole world" (1976) , " Amazing Adventures Denis Korablev "(1979), short films" Where has it been seen, where it has been heard "," Captain "," Fire in the wing "and" Spyglass "(1973). These stories brought their author enormous popularity, and it was with them that his name began to be associated. Denisk's name was not chosen by chance - that was the name of his son.
In addition, Dragoonski was the screenwriter of the film “ Magic power Art (1970) ", in which Deniska Korablev is also displayed as a hero.
However, Victor Dragunsky wrote prose works for adults too. In 1961, the story "He Fell on the Grass" was published about the very first days of the war. Her hero, a young artist, like the author of the book himself, despite the fact that he was not drafted into the army due to his disability, joined the militia. The story "Today and Every Day" (1964) is dedicated to the life of circus workers, the main character which is a clown; this is a book about a person who exists in spite of time, living in his own way.
But the most famous and popular are children's "Deniskin stories".
In the 1960s large circulations books from this series are published:
"Girl on the Ball",
« Enchanted letter»,
"Childhood friend"
Dog Thief
"Twenty years under the bed"
"The magic power of art", etc.
In the 1970s:
"Red ball in the blue sky"
« Colorful stories»,
"Adventure", etc.
The writer died in Moscow on May 6, 1972.
The widow of V. Dragunsky Alla Dragunskaya (Semichastnaya) published a book of memoirs: “About Victor Dragunsky. Life, creativity, memories of friends ", LLP" Chemistry and Life ", Moscow, 1999.
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Deniskin's stories by Dragunsky, with a slight movement of the author's thought, lift the curtain Everyday life children, their joys and worries. Communication with peers, relationships with parents, various incidents in life - this is what Viktor Dragunsky describes in his works. Funny stories with a keen vision of important details, characteristic of the author, they occupy a special place in world literature. The writer is known for his ability to see the good in everything and it is wonderful to explain to children what is really good and what is bad. In Dragunsky's stories, each child will find traits similar to himself, receive answers to exciting questions and laugh heartily at funny occasions from the life of the guys.
Victor Dragunsky. Interesting biography details
Readers are usually surprised to learn that Victor was born in New York. It so happened that his parents moved there in search of better life, but they did not manage to settle down in a new place. After only a year, the boy and his parents returned to their homeland - to the city of Gomel (Belarus).
Victor Dragunsky's childhood was spent on the road. His stepfather took him with him on tour, where the child learned to parody people well and generally play for the audience. At that moment, his creative future was already predetermined, however, like most children's writers, he did not immediately come to this occupation.
Great Patriotic War left an imprint on his fate. Thoughts, aspirations, pictures of what he saw in the war, changed Victor forever. After the war, Dragoonski set out to create his own theater, where every talented young actor could prove himself. He succeeded. Blue Bird - this was the name of Victor's parody theater, which in a matter of moments gained recognition and fame. This happened with everything that Dragoonsky did not undertake. Starting to read Deniskin's stories, you will surely notice the notes of the author's subtle humor, with which he attracted children in the theater and circus. The children were crazy about him!
It was this theater that became the starting point of his path, which led to writing, who later left us Deniskins' stories as a gift. Victor Dragunsky began to notice that during his performances the children had a particularly good reaction. Dragoonsky was even lucky to work as a clown, winning the love of young viewers.
In the late 50s, according to the recollections of friends, it seemed to Victor that it was time to change something in life. He did not leave the feeling of approaching something new for creative way... And then one day, being in his sad thoughts, Dragoonsky wrote the first children's story, which became a real outlet for him. The first Deniskin stories of Dragunsky instantly became popular.
Deniskin's stories are so interesting to read because the author had a real talent to easily and vividly describe everyday situations, laugh at them cheerfully, and sometimes ponder. Victor Dragunsky could not have predicted that his works would be included in the classics of children's literature, but the knowledge of children and love for them did their job ...
“Tomorrow is the first of September,” Mom said. - And now autumn has come, and you will go to the second grade. Oh, how time flies! ..
- And on this occasion, - dad picked up, - we will now "slaughter" the watermelon!
And he took a knife and cut open the watermelon. When he cut, such a full, pleasant, green crackle was heard that my back went cold with a premonition of how I was going to eat this watermelon. And I had already opened my mouth to cling to a pink watermelon hunk, but then the door flew open and Pavlya entered the room. We were all terribly happy, because he had not been with us for a long time and we missed him.
I came from the yard after football, tired and dirty, I don’t know who. I had fun because we won at number five 44:37. There was no one in the bathroom, thank God. I quickly rinsed my hands, ran into the room and sat down at the table. I said:
I, mom, can eat a bull now.
A poster appeared near our house, so beautiful and bright that it was impossible to pass by it indifferently. A variety of birds were drawn on it and it was written: "Show of songbirds." And I immediately decided that I would definitely go and see what kind of news it was.
And on Sunday, at about two o'clock in the afternoon, he got ready, dressed and called Mishka to take him with him. But Mishka grumbled that he had a deuce in arithmetic - that's one and a new book about spies - that's two.
Then I decided to go myself. Mom willingly let me go, because I prevented her from cleaning, and I drove off. The songbirds were shown at the Exhibition of Achievements, and I got there easily by metro. There was almost no one at the ticket offices, and I held out twenty kopecks through the window, but the cashier gave me a ticket and returned ten kopecks back for being a schoolboy. I liked that a lot.
Once I sat, sat and for no apparent reason suddenly thought of such a thing that I was even surprised myself. I figured out how nice it would be if everything around in the world were arranged the other way around. Well, for example, in order for children to be the main things in all matters, and adults would have to obey them in everything, in everything. In general, so that adults are like children, and children are like adults. That would be great, it would be very interesting.
Firstly, I imagine how my mother would “like” such a story, that I walk around and command it as I want, and dad would also “like it”, but there’s nothing to say about my grandmother. Needless to say, I would have remembered everything to them! For example, here my mother would sit at lunch, and I would tell her:
“Why did you start a fashion without bread? Here's more news! Look at yourself in the mirror, who do you look like? Poured Koschey! Eat now, they tell you! - And she would start eating with her head down, and I would only give the command: - Faster! Do not hold it by the cheek! Thinking again? Are you solving world problems? Chew it hard! And don't sway in your chair! "
At break, our October leader Lucy ran up to me and said:
- Deniska, can you perform at the concert? We decided to organize two kids to be satirists. Want?
I'm talking:
- I want it all! Only you explain: what satirists are.
Although I am already in my ninth year, I only realized yesterday that the lessons still need to be taught. You do not love, you like it or not, you are lazy or not lazy, but you need to learn the lessons. This is the law. And then you can get into such a story that you don't recognize your own. For example, I didn’t have time to do my homework yesterday. We were asked to learn a piece from one poem by Nekrasov and the main rivers of America. And I, instead of studying, launched a kite into space in the courtyard. Well, he still did not fly into space, because he had an overly light tail, and because of this he was spinning like a top. This time.
I will never forget this winter evening... It was cold outside, the wind was strong, it cut straight into the cheeks, like a dagger, the snow was spinning with terrible speed. It was dreary and boring, I just wanted to howl, and then dad and mom went to the cinema. And when Mishka called on the phone and called me to his place, I immediately got dressed and rushed to him. It was light and warm, and a lot of people gathered, Alyonka came, followed by Kostik and Andryushka. We played all the games and it was fun and noisy. And at the end Alenka suddenly said:
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. Most importantly, Alyona is only six years old, but she has already managed to visit the circus three times. This is very annoying. And now our whole class went to the circus, and I thought how good it was that it was already big and that 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 it so deliberately, 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.
Either I wanted to be an astronomer, so as not to sleep at night and observe distant stars through a telescope, otherwise I dreamed of becoming a captain long voyage to stand with legs apart on the captain's bridge and visit faraway Singapore and buy there funny monkey.
Works are paginatedDeniskin stories by Viktor Dragunsky
Viktor Dragunsky has wonderful stories about the boy Deniska, which are called " Deniskin's stories". Many guys have read these funny stories. We can say that great amount people grew up on these stories, " Deniskin's stories»Are unusually exactly similar to our society, both in its aesthetic aspects and in their factology. Phenomenon universal love To stories by Viktor Dragunsky the explanation is quite simple. Reading small, but rather meaningful stories about Deniska, children learn to compare and contrast, fantasize and dream, analyze their actions with funny laughter and enthusiasm.
Dragunsky's stories distinguished by love for children, knowledge of their behavior, emotional responsiveness. Deniska's prototype is the author's son, and the father in these stories is the author himself. V. Dragunsky wrote not only funny stories, many of which, most likely, happened to his son, but also a little instructive. Kind and good impressions remain after thoughtfully read Deniskin's stories, many of which were later filmed. Children and adults alike re-read them many times with great pleasure. In our collection you can read online list Denis's stories, and enjoy their world at any free moment.
“Tomorrow is the first of September,” Mom said. - And now autumn has come, and you will go to the second grade. Oh, how time flies! ..
- And on this occasion, - dad picked up, - we will now "slaughter" the watermelon!
And he took a knife and cut open the watermelon. When he cut, such a full, pleasant, green crackle was heard that my back went cold with a premonition of how I was going to eat this watermelon. And I had already opened my mouth to cling to a pink watermelon hunk, but then the door flew open and Pavlya entered the room. We were all terribly happy, because he had not been with us for a long time and we missed him.
I came from the yard after football, tired and dirty, I don’t know who. I had fun because we won at number five 44:37. There was no one in the bathroom, thank God. I quickly rinsed my hands, ran into the room and sat down at the table. I said:
I, mom, can eat a bull now.
A poster appeared near our house, so beautiful and bright that it was impossible to pass by it indifferently. A variety of birds were drawn on it and it was written: "Show of songbirds." And I immediately decided that I would definitely go and see what kind of news it was.
And on Sunday, at about two o'clock in the afternoon, he got ready, dressed and called Mishka to take him with him. But Mishka grumbled that he had a deuce in arithmetic - that's one and a new book about spies - that's two.
Then I decided to go myself. Mom willingly let me go, because I prevented her from cleaning, and I drove off. The songbirds were shown at the Exhibition of Achievements, and I got there easily by metro. There was almost no one at the ticket offices, and I held out twenty kopecks through the window, but the cashier gave me a ticket and returned ten kopecks back for being a schoolboy. I liked that a lot.
Once I sat, sat and for no apparent reason suddenly thought of such a thing that I was even surprised myself. I figured out how nice it would be if everything around in the world were arranged the other way around. Well, for example, in order for children to be the main things in all matters, and adults would have to obey them in everything, in everything. In general, so that adults are like children, and children are like adults. That would be great, it would be very interesting.
Firstly, I imagine how my mother would “like” such a story, that I walk around and command it as I want, and dad would also “like it”, but there’s nothing to say about my grandmother. Needless to say, I would have remembered everything to them! For example, here my mother would sit at lunch, and I would tell her:
“Why did you start a fashion without bread? Here's more news! Look at yourself in the mirror, who do you look like? Poured Koschey! Eat now, they tell you! - And she would start eating with her head down, and I would only give the command: - Faster! Do not hold it by the cheek! Thinking again? Are you solving world problems? Chew it hard! And don't sway in your chair! "
At break, our October leader Lucy ran up to me and said:
- Deniska, can you perform at the concert? We decided to organize two kids to be satirists. Want?
I'm talking:
- I want it all! Only you explain: what satirists are.
Although I am already in my ninth year, I only realized yesterday that the lessons still need to be taught. You do not love, you like it or not, you are lazy or not lazy, but you need to learn the lessons. This is the law. And then you can get into such a story that you don't recognize your own. For example, I didn’t have time to do my homework yesterday. We were asked to learn a piece from one poem by Nekrasov and the main rivers of America. And I, instead of studying, launched a kite into space in the courtyard. Well, he still did not fly into space, because he had an overly light tail, and because of this he was spinning like a top. This time.
I will never forget this winter evening. It was cold outside, the wind was strong, it cut straight into the cheeks, like a dagger, the snow was spinning with terrible speed. It was dreary and boring, I just wanted to howl, and then dad and mom went to the cinema. And when Mishka called on the phone and called me to his place, I immediately got dressed and rushed to him. It was light and warm, and a lot of people gathered, Alyonka came, followed by Kostik and Andryushka. We played all the games and it was fun and noisy. And at the end Alenka suddenly said:
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. Most importantly, Alyona is only six years old, but she has already managed to visit the circus three times. This is very annoying. And now our whole class went to the circus, and I thought how good it was that it was already big and that 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 it so deliberately, 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.
Either I wanted to be an astronomer, so as not to sleep at night and observe distant stars through a telescope, or else I dreamed of becoming a long voyage captain in order to stand with my legs apart on the captain's bridge and visit distant Singapore and buy a funny monkey there.
Works are paginatedDeniskin stories by Viktor Dragunsky
Viktor Dragunsky has wonderful stories about the boy Deniska, which are called “ Deniskin's stories". Many guys have read these funny stories. We can say that a huge number of people grew up on these stories, " Deniskin's stories»Are unusually exactly similar to our society, both in its aesthetic aspects and in their factology. The phenomenon of universal love for stories by Viktor Dragunsky the explanation is quite simple. Reading small, but rather meaningful stories about Deniska, children learn to compare and contrast, fantasize and dream, analyze their actions with funny laughter and enthusiasm.
Dragunsky's stories distinguished by love for children, knowledge of their behavior, emotional responsiveness. Deniska's prototype is the author's son, and the father in these stories is the author himself. V. Dragunsky wrote not only funny stories, many of which, most likely, happened to his son, but also a little instructive. Kind and good impressions remain after thoughtfully read Deniskin's stories, many of which were later filmed. Children and adults alike re-read them many times with great pleasure. In our collection, you can read the online list of Denis's stories, and enjoy their world at any free moment.