Funny story about the harmful deceiver schoolgirl Ninochka. Story for junior schoolchildren and middle school age.
Harmful Ninka Kukushkina. Author: Irina Pivovarova
One day Katya and Manechka went out into the yard, and there sat on a bench Ninka Kukushkina in a brand new brown school dress, a brand new black apron and a very white collar (Ninka was a first grader, she boasted that she was an A student, but she herself was a D student) and Kostya Palkin in a green cowboy jacket, sandals on bare feet and a blue cap with a large visor.
Ninka enthusiastically lied to Kostya that she had met a real hare in the forest in the summer and this hare made Ninka so happy that he immediately climbed into her arms and did not want to get off. Then Ninka brought him home, and the hare lived with them for a whole month, drinking milk from a saucer and guarding the house.
Kostya listened to Ninka with half an ear. Stories about hares did not bother him. Yesterday he received a letter from his parents saying that perhaps in a year they would take him to Africa, where they were now living and building a dairy canning plant, and Kostya sat and thought about what he would take with him.
“Don’t forget the fishing rod,” thought Kostya. “A trap for snakes is a must... A hunting knife... I need to buy it at the Okhotnik store.” Yes, there's still a gun. Winchester. Or a double-barreled shotgun."
Then Katya and Manechka came up.
- What's this! - said Katya, after hearing the end of the “rabbit” story. “It’s nothing!” Just think, a hare! Hares are nonsense! A real goat has been living on our balcony for a whole year now. Call me Aglaya Sidorovna.
“Yeah,” said Manechka. “Aglaya Sidorovna.” She came to visit us from Kozodoevsk. We have been eating goat's milk for a long time.
“Exactly,” said Katya. “Such a kind goat!” She brought us so much! Ten bags of chocolate-covered nuts, twenty cans of goat’s condensed milk, thirty packs of Yubileinoye cookies, and she eats nothing but cranberry jelly, bean soup and vanilla crackers!
“I’ll buy a double-barreled shotgun,” Kostya said respectfully. “You can kill two tigers at once with a double-barreled shotgun... Why specifically vanilla ones?”
- So that the milk smells good.
- They're lying! They don't have any goats! — Ninka got angry. “Don’t listen, Kostya!” You know them!
- Just as it is! She sleeps in a basket at night fresh air. And during the day he sunbathes in the sun.
- Liars! Liars! If a goat lived on your balcony, it would bleat throughout the entire yard!
- Who bleated? For what? - Kostya asked, having managed to immerse himself in thoughts about whether or not to take his aunt’s lotto to Africa.
- And she bleats. You'll hear it for yourself soon... Now let's play hide and seek?
“Come on,” said Kostya.
And Kostya began to drive, and Manya, Katya and Ninka ran to hide. Suddenly a loud goat bleating was heard in the yard. It was Manechka who ran home and bleated from the balcony:
- B-e-e... Me-e-e...
Ninka crawled out of the hole behind the bushes in surprise.
- Kostya! Listen!
“Well, yes, he’s bleating,” said Kostya. “I told you...
And Manya ran back one last time and ran to the rescue.
Now Ninka was driving.
This time Katya and Manechka ran home together and began bleating from the balcony. And then they went down and, as if nothing had happened, ran to the rescue.
- Listen, you really have a goat! - said Kostya. “What were you hiding before?”
- She's not real, not real! - Ninka shouted. “They have a groovy one!”
- Here's another one, catchy! Yes, she reads our books, counts to ten and even knows how to speak like a human being. Let's go and ask her, and you stand here and listen.
Katya and Manya ran home, sat down behind the balcony bars and bleated in one voice:
- Ma-a-ma! Ma-a-ma!
- Well, how? - Katya leaned out. - Do you like it?
“Just think,” said Ninka. - “Mom” every fool can say. Let him read some poem.
“I’ll ask you now,” Manya said, squatted down and shouted to the whole yard:
Our Tanya cries loudly:
She dropped a ball into the river.
Hush, Tanechka, don’t cry:
The ball will not drown in the river.
The old women on the benches turned their heads in bewilderment, and the janitor Sima, who at that time was diligently sweeping the yard, became wary and raised her head.
- Well, isn’t it great? - said Katya.
- Amazing! — Ninka made a sly face. “But I don’t hear anything.” Ask your goat to read poetry louder.
Here Manechka starts screaming obscenities. And since Manya had the right voice, and when Manya tried, she could roar so that the walls shook, it is not surprising that after the poem about the whiny Tanya, people’s heads began to poke out of all the windows with indignation, and Matvey Semyonicheva Alpha, who at this ran around in the yard for a while, barking deafeningly.
And the janitor Sima... There’s no need to talk about her! Her relationship with the Skovorodkin children was not the best anyway. They are sick of Sima to death with their antics.
Therefore, having heard inhuman screams from the balcony of apartment eighteen, Sima rushed straight into the entrance with her broom and began pounding on the door of apartment eighteen with her fists.
And the most mischievous Ninka, pleased that she managed to teach Frying Pans a lesson so well, glanced at the angry Sima, and sweetly said, as if nothing had happened:
- Well done, your goat! Excellent poetry reader! Now I’ll read something to her.
And, dancing and sticking out her tongue, but not forgetting to adjust the blue nylon bow on her head, the cunning one, harmful Ninka she squeaked very disgustingly.
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Once, during a history lesson, Petka and I began to argue about which of us had bigger ears. I said that he had it, and Petka insisted that it was mine. They argued and argued, and then they took an ordinary school ruler and began to measure the ears.
I am with him, he is with me.
“You,” said Petka, “have ears like an elephant’s—exactly twelve centimeters!”
- And yours is like a giraffe! - I burst into tears. – Exactly thirteen centimeters.
- You're lying! – Petka got angry. - Let me take my ruler, it will be more accurate than any other. Even the millimeters are the most accurate on it.
Petka grabbed a ruler from his desk and, sticking out his tongue, began to measure my ears again.
“You know, I was a little mistaken,” he winked at me. -Your ears are smaller than those of an elephant. You have ears like a donkey. You are a complete ass!
And Petka laughed maliciously.
“And you have ears like a donkey,” I said, not at a loss. - You are a complete donkey.
“Look at yourself,” Petka rolled his eyes. - Donkey face.
“Now I’ll give you a ruler,” I got angry. - The giraffe is unhappy.
- A left ear“You have more on the right,” Petka continued. -You are a different-eared donkey.
We shouted so loudly that we didn’t notice how our history teacher Semyon Semyonovich approached us.
-What are you guys arguing about? - he asked.
“We bet which of us has bigger ears,” I was the first to respond. “He called me a giraffe.” And he himself has long ears like a donkey’s.
“Oh, you,” the teacher laughed. - Argue about who has bigger ears and you don’t know that in ancient times, long ears were worth their weight in gold.
- Like this? – we were surprised.
“Yes,” answered the teacher. – The Persian king Cyrus had a telephone in those distant times.
- Telephone? – Petka and I gasped in one voice.
“Yes,” the teacher nodded. – The king had thirty thousand people in his service; they were called “royal ears.” From all over the country, only the best-eared people with good hearing were selected for this service. They stood on the tops of the hills and watchtowers within earshot of each other and thus transmitted the king's orders throughout the country.
- For what? – I didn’t understand.
“And so that the king’s orders are scattered throughout the country as quickly as possible,” answered the teacher. The royal decree instantly reached the most remote corners of the country. Such royal listeners were highly valued and were paid in gold.
- Wow! – we were surprised.
“Okay, so be it,” Petka smiled, “my ears are longer...”
“Screw you,” I got angry. “You said yourself that I have ears like a donkey.”
So mine are longer.
- And mine is like a giraffe! – Petka reminded.
“If so,” the teacher laughed. – You both have “royal ears.”
And I imagined how I was standing on a high tower and listening to what Petka was shouting to me from the neighboring mountain. Eh, it's good to have long ears.
Actually, I usually teach lessons. But today I decided – that’s it! I won't teach anymore. If anything happens, someone will help out and give me a hint. Yes, even today: Kolka Gromushkin didn’t learn it - but they told him, and he got five.
I’d rather train my ears – I made a firm decision. I abandoned my textbooks and went into the yard. I spent the whole day chasing a ball, flying a kite with Vaska, and watching the old lady from the third apartment feed the pigeons.
And now a new day has come. They didn’t ask me in math, and they didn’t ask me in history class either. I even felt offended: I couldn’t check my hearing. Is it good or not so good?
But at the last lesson I was lucky - Marya Ivanovna called me. It turns out that yesterday we were asked to memorize: “The Tale of Tsar Saltan” by Pushkin. Well, not the whole thing, of course, but only a passage, but I didn’t learn it. That’s great,” I was delighted, “now I’ll check whether my hearing is good or not.”
- Did you learn it? - asked Marya Ivanovna.
“Of course,” I say, “I learned it.” - How else!
“Well, then, tell me,” says Maria Ivanovna. And she took off her glasses from her nose and prepared to listen. She loves Pushkin very much.
Well, I remembered the beginning and therefore boldly shouted:
- Three maidens by the window…
He said, and he himself pricked up his ears and began to roll his eyes terribly, like, come on, give me a hint.
- Well, why did you stop? – asked the teacher. – We are listening to you carefully.
And suddenly I hear Petka from the second desk telling me:
"Three maidens by the window,
We drank Fanta under the porch.”
Just as I was about to repeat it, I choked... What a phanta! In Pushkin's time there was no forfeit. No, Petka, I messed something up. And then Katka Ivanova whispered from the first desk:
"Three maidens by the window,
They hit the cat with a shoe."
Ugh, I think. What another cat! There was no cat under the window. And Fedka Kukushkin from the third desk also raised his voice:
"Three maidens by the window,
Ate the lamp from the ceiling"
- Same to me, friend! I'm in the bidet, and he's mocking me. I even got wet, I felt so bad. And then Svetka Pyatyorkina squealed to the whole class:
"Three maidens by the window,
We sat in a puddle naked"
Everyone laughed like crazy. And Maria Ivanovna took the pen and loudly announced:
"Three maidens by the window,
They ate a deuce with a diary"
And this was the very last clue. And she gave me such a pair, bless you.
“Oh, you,” I said to the guys after the lesson. – Couldn’t you give a proper advice!?
“We didn’t even intend to,” said Svetka Pyatyorkina. - We decided with today fight the clues.
- But from tomorrow they couldn’t! – I sighed and wandered home to study homework.
Yesterday afternoon, during math class, I firmly decided that it was time for me to get married. And what? I’m already in third grade, but I still don’t have a fiancee. When, if not now? A couple more years and the train left. Dad often tells me: At your age, people already commanded a regiment. And it is true. But first I have to get married. I told my to the best friend Petka Amosov. He sits at the same desk with me.
“You’re absolutely right,” Petka said decisively. - We will choose a bride for you at the big break. From our class.
During the break, the first thing we did was make a list of brides and began to think about which one I should marry.
“Marry Svetka Fedulova,” says Petka.
– Why on Svetka? – I was surprised.
- Oddball! She’s an excellent student,” says Petka. “You’ll be cheating from her for the rest of your life.”
“No,” I say. – Svetka is reluctant. She was cramming. He will force me to teach lessons. He will wander around the apartment like a clockwork and whine in a nasty voice: - Learn your lessons, learn your lessons.
- Let's cross it out! – Petka said decisively.
– Maybe I should marry Soboleva? - I ask.
- On Nastya?
- Well, yes. She lives next to the school. It’s convenient for me to see her off,” I say. – It’s not like Katka Merkulova lives behind the railway. If I marry her, why should I trudge so far all my life? My mother doesn’t allow me to walk in that area at all.
“That’s right,” Petka shook his head. “But Nastya’s dad doesn’t even have a car.” But Mashka Kruglova has it. A real Mercedes, you'll drive it to the movies.
- But Masha is fat.
– Have you ever seen Mercedes? – asks Petka. - Three Mashas will fit in there.
“That’s not the point,” I say. - I don’t like Masha.
“Then let’s marry you to Olga Bublikova.” Her grandmother cooks - you'll lick your fingers. Do you remember Bublikova treating us to grandma’s pies? Oh, and delicious. You won't be lost with such a grandmother. Even in old age.
“Happiness doesn’t lie in pies,” I say.
- What is it? – Petka is surprised.
“I would like to marry Varka Koroleva,” I say. - Wow!
- What about Varka? – Petka is surprised. - No A's, no Mercedes, no grandmother. What kind of wife is this?
“That’s why her eyes are beautiful.”
“Well, there you go,” Petka laughed. – The most important thing in a wife is the dowry. This is what the great Russian writer Gogol said, I heard it myself. And what kind of dowry is this - eyes? Laughter, and that's all.
“You don’t understand anything,” I waved my hand. - Eyes are a dowry. The best!
That was the end of the matter. But I haven’t changed my mind about getting married. Just know!
People came to our school yesterday to get a flu shot. They say all the children in mandatory will be vaccinated. When I heard about this, I almost fell out of my chair. I have never been vaccinated before in my life.
“They say it’s very painful,” Tolik said, adjusting his glasses. - I know exactly!
“Some people lose consciousness from pain right during the injection,” said Svetka Ovsyankina.
“Just think, consciousness,” Fedka began to intimidate everyone. – Some people lose their legs out of fear. They then cannot walk for two weeks.
“And others scream so much in pain that they can’t speak for a whole year,” said Andrey.
“Oh, maybe we should run away from school,” I suggested. - Well, let’s climb out the window and fight.
“Did you forget, our class is on the second floor,” Tolik twirled his finger at his temple. - We'll hurt ourselves.
- Dimka Puzyaev from 2a, I saw the nurse who will give us injections! – Pashka Bulkin shared, running into the classroom. - Wow, and scary...
- Is the nurse scary? – I was scared.
“Not a nurse,” Anton waved him off. - And the needle with which they give injections. And the syringe is generally the size of a cucumber.
“If they inject you with such a needle, it won’t seem too much,” Fedka rubbed the injection site in advance. – With such a needle you can easily pierce a person right through.
“They say she used to chop cows on the farm,” Pashka added fuel to the fire, “she’s very strong!”
- Who is the cow? – I didn’t understand.
“What a cow, nurse,” Pashka got angry. “If she could handle cows, then she can handle us even better.”
“Whether she stabs cows or people, it makes no difference,” Svetka interrupted. – What am I, a cow or something!?
“And she also has an iron grip,” Pashka continued to scare us. – She used to lift weights in the past. Underneath, I heard the rods breaking into two parts.
- This is power! – Anton said respectfully.
“And those who are afraid or break out, she ties them to the table with special tourniquets,” Pashka recalled. - So as not to break out.
“I’m f-afraid,” I admitted honestly.
“That means they’ll definitely tie you up,” said Svetka. - Stay calm.
And then the door opened and our teacher Marya Stepanovna entered the class.
- First class for vaccinations,
Did you hear it from you...
I used to know these verses by heart. And I always found it funny when I read them out loud to my parents or friends. And now, something is not funny to me at all.
“Marya Stepanovna, I don’t feel well, probably a fever,” I say. - Let me go home.
“No, my friend,” says the teacher. “We’ll go get vaccinated, and then we’ll all go home.”
There was a line of guys lined up outside the doctor's office. There were first class, second class, and even third class. We stood at the very end of the queue.
– Or maybe she doesn’t have enough vaccinations for all of them? – Tolik said hopefully, adjusting his glasses that were sliding down his nose. - Look how many of us there are.
“They say they brought a whole barrel, one of the guys saw it,” Pashka answered.
“Okay guys, we’re lost,” Igor shouted, running up to us with the guys.
- How? Why? - we started shouting.
“The guys said that some people go into the office and never come back,” Igor muttered in fear.
- A-a-a-a-a! – that’s all I could say. - Guard!
- People disappear there, as if in Bermuda triangle, continued Igor. - There, Vitka from 2b grade, went into the office and didn’t come back. And Slavka didn’t return either.
- Or maybe it’s not a nurse at all? – Fedka finally decided.
- Then who? – Igor did not understand.
- Well, I don’t know, some alien from outer space. He gives everyone injections and the children fly off to another planet,” Vadik stated firmly. – I saw this in the movies.
“Stop scaring us,” Fedka frowned. - It’s scary without you.
“You think I’m not scared,” said Igor.
“I will never be the first to get an injection,” said Vadik. “I’ll look at you first, and then we’ll see.”
- Why look at us? – I asked.
“Well, I’ll see if you fly into space or not,” Vadik answered.
“Oh, you little coward,” Igor laughed.
- Aren’t you a coward?
But before Igor had time to answer, the office door swung open and a hand with a syringe appeared.
- Next! – someone’s voice sounded like a shot.
- You go first! – Vadik pushed me.
- Go yourself!
“Then you,” Vadik ordered Igor.
- No way! – Vadik grabbed the closet with his hands.
- To get vaccinated, first class, did you hear, it’s you! – our teacher repeated again. – And after vaccination, we immediately go to the cinema.
- To the cinema? – we asked in unison.
- Yes, to the cinema. To a new horror movie. But keep in mind that I don’t have enough tickets for everyone. So, the one of you who gets vaccinated first will get to the cinema.
- That's great! - Vadik shouted. – Is the movie scary?
- Very scary! – Marya Stepanovna closed her eyes. About ghouls. “So whoever is a coward may not go.”
We rushed to the nurse's office and, pushing aside the others, were the first to find ourselves inside.
Two hours later, when the session ended, Pashka said:
- Wow, this ghoul had terrible fangs. Just like knives. Long and sharp.
“I was pretty scared too,” said Fedya.
- And I’ve been doing half a movie with eyes closed“I sat there,” Vadik admitted.
“Yes,” said Pashka. – This film will be worse than any vaccination.
“Yes, vaccination is generally nonsense,” I said. - This is a horror film - yes, it’s a real vaccine.
- Vaccination? – the guys were surprised.
“Yes,” I said decisively. - Vaccination against fear. Now, I'm not afraid of anything.
Our school has announced a waste paper collection. I didn’t know what this meant, because before that I had never heard such a strange word in my life: “waste paper.”
“These are various old newspapers and magazines,” my grandmother explained to me at home.
– So old newspapers are waste paper? – I asked my grandmother.
“Yes,” the grandmother nodded.
– Why does anyone need old newspapers? – I was surprised. - Read?
“Old newspapers are ground in special machines and made into new paper,” said dad. “And then they print new books on it.” This way the trees are saved.
- Trees? – I was completely confused.
“Yes, because paper is made from wood,” dad answered, turning on the TV.
– How much waste paper were you told to bring to school? - Mom asked.
- Five kilograms each! - I said.
- Wow! - said dad.
“Nonsense,” said grandfather. “Now we’ll quickly collect five kilograms for you.” – Each of us subscribes to some magazine or newspaper. And we have a lot of unnecessary waste paper accumulated at home.
- Hooray! - I said.
I ran to the shelf and grabbed a pack of my dad’s Sports newspapers.
-Can I take these newspapers? – I asked my dad. -Are they old?
“No, no,” said dad. I need them, I don't need to take them. There are various important tables here.
– What other tables? – I was surprised.
“Well, where and when my favorite football team plays,” dad explained. - Take something else.
“Then I’ll take these old magazines,” I said.
“This is Knitting,” gasped the grandmother. - These are my magazines. They have so many things you need. How will I knit without them? No, granddaughter, I can’t give them away.
“Then these are these,” I pointed to a stack of beautiful thin magazines.
“Oh,” Mom exclaimed. - These are my culinary magazines. There are also valuable recipes here. Take anything but this.
“Oh,” I was delighted. - These are some thick, boring magazines. Nobody really needs them.
- How are they boring? - Grandfather got angry. - This is “Fishing”! Most interesting magazine in the world. Take it off for no reason, I won’t part with it. I re-read them every day.
“Take your magazines,” my mother suggested. - Look how many of them you have accumulated. And “Murzilka”, and “Read-ka”, and even “Yeralash”. You read them all a long time ago. So collect them and take them to school. It will be about five kilograms.
- No, what are you talking about! – I was even scared. – I will never part with my old magazines. There are poems, riddles, and funny stories from my favorite writers. Do what you want with me, but I won’t give them up.
I had to with my friend in class a whole hour run around neighbors and beg them for old newspapers.
It turns out what a necessary thing in the household this turned out to be - waste paper.
It was spring outside. Well, tell me, is it possible to teach lessons when the weather is so wonderful outside, huh? Clearly, it’s impossible. And only in the evening I remembered that I had not learned history.
And they gave us Archimedes. Well, I think it’s nonsense - Archimedes, this is not some kind of mathematics, I’ll learn it in no time.
“Archimedes was born in Syracuse,” I began to read aloud, I remember it better this way.
- Where, where, in the toddlers? – my friend immediately asked younger sister Natasha. She always hangs around me.
“Don’t interfere,” I shouted angrily. – And don’t confuse me. In Syracuse.
- In toddlers, in toddlers! - Natasha began to deliberately tease me, jumping on one leg near my table.
I turned away from her and looked at the textbook again.
– Syracuse is a city on the island of Sicily.
- On the island of Satsivia! – Natasha stuck her muzzle out from under the table.
- Don't make me angry! – I said sternly. – Satsivi is such a Georgian dish. IN Ancient Greece they didn’t know how to cook it.
- Who is he, Greek? – Natasha asked.
- Who?
- Well, is Ahrimed yours?
“Neither Ahrimedes, but Archimedes,” I said. - Yes, Greek. – And stop confusing me, it’s not easy for me to cram all these ancient Greek names.
“I drove the Greek across the river, stuck the Greek’s hand in the river, and grabbed the Greek’s hand,” Natasha rattled quickly.
Well, I don't think you'll confuse me anyway.
– At that time, the powerful king Hiero ruled in Seracusa. He was a relative of Archimedes.
- In Kukuruzy? – my sister was surprised. -Where is this place?
- Do not confuse me! – I waved it off. - Once upon a time, King Hieron...
- King Gilion! – the sister stuck out her tongue.
I turned away and grabbed my textbook.
- King Macaron, King Barbaron, King Gramophone!
“No, what a torment,” I stamped my foot. - Come on, get out of here to the kitchen!
“I won’t do it again,” Natasha was scared. – Don’t send me to the kitchen, there’s a spider living behind the stove, I’m afraid of it.
“One more word and you’ll go to the spider,” I warned. - So, where did I stop? Yeah, here it is. King Gramophone...ugh, you completely confused me. King Hyperon once instructed Archimedes to find out whether his royal crown was made of pure gold.
- And what about Archimedes? – Natasha asked.
- Yeah, is it interesting? – I was happy.
- Yes.
- Well, listen. Ahramed, that is, Archimedes, put a crown on his head and so wandered around the whole day...
- According to Karapuz? – Natasha tried to suggest.
– Don’t confuse me, about Syracuse. And then he saw a bathhouse. He ran there, undressed and plopped down into the water with a running start.
- And suddenly…
- What suddenly...
“Exactly half of the water from the bath was on the floor,” I answered my sister.
“My mother would scold me for such an outrage,” Natasha sighed.
– Archimedes jumped out of the bath and ran through the streets of the city, shouting “Eureka”! "Eureka"!
– What does “Eureka” mean?
– In ancient Greek, this means “Found”! "Found"!
- What did he find? – Natasha didn’t understand.
“It says here that this is how he discovered the law of physics,” I read, “how much water poured out of the bathtub, that’s how much he weighed along with the crown.” It's clear?
“No, it’s not clear,” Natasha shook her head.
- What do you not understand?
- Did he invent scales or something?
“You yourself are a Libra,” I got angry. – How much water from the bath, so much the crown and fun.
“Ha ha,” my sister laughed. – The crown is heavy, but the water is light.
“You decided to completely confuse me,” I said. - A lot of water spilled out of the bathroom. Almost half the bath. And half a bath is a lot. That's a lot of water.
- So did he invent water or the crown?
“Archimedes invented Archimedes’ law,” I answered, looking at the book. - A body immersed in water...
“Oh, I know this law,” Natasha laughed.
- Where? – I was surprised. This doesn't happen in first grade.
“But I know,” my sister stubbornly said. – A body immersed in water gets wet. Right?
- Do not confuse me.
– What else did your Ahrimedes invent? – Natasha asked, looking out from under the table.
“Achrimed, ugh, Archimedes invented Greek fire,” I looked at the textbook again. – Fire that hit Roman ships at a distance.
Fairy tales are poetic stories about extraordinary events and adventures involving fictional characters. In modern Russian, the concept of the word “fairy tale” has acquired its meaning since the 17th century. Until that point, the word "fable" was supposedly used in this meaning.
One of the main features of a fairy tale is that it is always based on an invented story, with a happy ending, where good defeats evil. The stories contain a certain hint that enables the child to learn to recognize good and evil, to comprehend life clear examples.
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Notebooks in the rain
During recess, Marik says to me:
Let's run away from class. Look how nice it is outside!
What if Aunt Dasha is late with the briefcases?
You need to throw your briefcases out the window.
We looked out the window: it was dry near the wall, but a little further away there was a huge puddle. Don't throw your briefcases into a puddle! We took the belts off the trousers, tied them together and carefully lowered the briefcases onto them. At this time the bell rang. The teacher entered. I had to sit down. The lesson has begun. The rain poured outside the window. Marik writes me a note: “Our notebooks are missing.”
I answer him: “Our notebooks are missing.”
He writes to me: “What are we going to do?”
I answer him: “What are we going to do?”
Suddenly they call me to the board.
“I can’t,” I say, “I have to go to the board.”
“How, I think, can I walk without a belt?”
Go, go, I’ll help you,” says the teacher.
You don't need to help me.
Are you sick by any chance?
“I’m sick,” I say.
How's your homework?
Good with homework.
The teacher comes up to me.
Well, show me your notebook.
What's going on with you?
You'll have to give it a two.
He opens the magazine and gives me a bad mark, and I think about my notebook, which is now getting wet in the rain.
The teacher gave me a bad grade and calmly said:
You're feeling strange today...
How I sat under my desk
As soon as the teacher turned to the board, I immediately went under the desk. When the teacher notices that I have disappeared, he will probably be terribly surprised.
I wonder what he'll think? He’ll start asking everyone where I’ve gone - it’ll be a laugh! Half the lesson has already passed, and I’m still sitting. “When,” I think, “will he see that I’m not in the class?” And it’s hard to sit under the desk. My back even hurt. Try to sit like that! I coughed - no attention. I can't sit anymore. Moreover, Seryozha keeps poking me in the back with his foot. I couldn't stand it. Didn't make it to the end of the lesson. I get out and say:
Sorry, Pyotr Petrovich...
The teacher asks:
What's the matter? Do you want to go to the board?
No, excuse me, I was sitting under my desk...
Well, how comfortable is it to sit there, under the desk? You sat very quietly today. This is how it would always be in class.
When Goga started going to first grade, he knew only two letters: O - circle and T - hammer. That's all. I didn't know any other letters. And I couldn’t read.
Grandmother tried to teach him, but he immediately came up with a trick:
Now, now, grandma, I’ll wash the dishes for you.
And he immediately ran to the kitchen to wash the dishes. And the old grandmother forgot about studying and even bought him gifts for helping him with the housework. And Gogin’s parents were on a long business trip and relied on their grandmother. And of course, they didn’t know that their son still hadn’t learned to read. But Goga often washed the floor and dishes, went to buy bread, and his grandmother praised him in every possible way in letters to his parents. And I read it aloud to him. And Goga, sitting comfortably on the sofa, listened with his eyes closed. “Why should I learn to read,” he reasoned, “if my grandmother reads aloud to me.” He didn't even try.
And in class he dodged as best he could.
The teacher tells him:
Read it here.
He pretended to read, and he himself told from memory what his grandmother read to him. The teacher stopped him. To the laughter of the class, he said:
If you want, I’d better close the window so it doesn’t blow.
I'm so dizzy that I'm probably going to fall...
He pretended so skillfully that one day his teacher sent him to the doctor. The doctor asked:
How is your health?
It’s bad,” Goga said.
What hurts?
Well, then go to class.
Because nothing hurts you.
How do you know?
How do you know that? - the doctor laughed. And he slightly pushed Goga towards the exit. Goga never pretended to be sick again, but continued to prevaricate.
And the efforts of my classmates came to nothing. First, Masha, an excellent student, was assigned to him.
Let’s study seriously,” Masha told him.
When? - asked Goga.
Yeah right now.
“I’ll come now,” Goga said.
And he left and did not return.
Then Grisha, an excellent student, was assigned to him. They stayed in the classroom. But as soon as Grisha opened the primer, Goga reached under the desk.
Where are you going? - Grisha asked.
“Come here,” Goga called.
And here no one will interfere with us.
Yah you! - Grisha, of course, was offended and left immediately.
No one else was assigned to him.
As time went. He was dodging.
Gogin's parents arrived and found that their son could not read a single line. The father grabbed his head, and the mother grabbed the book she had brought for her child.
Now every evening,” she said, “I will read this wonderful book aloud to my son.
Grandmother said:
Yes, yes, I also read interesting books aloud to Gogochka every evening.
But the father said:
It was really in vain that you did this. Our Gogochka has become so lazy that he cannot read a single line. I ask everyone to leave for the meeting.
And dad, along with grandmother and mom, left for a meeting. And Goga was at first worried about the meeting, and then calmed down when his mother began to read to him from a new book. And he even shook his legs with pleasure and almost spat on the carpet.
But he didn't know what kind of meeting it was! What was decided there!
So, mom read him a page and a half after the meeting. And he, swinging his legs, naively imagined that this would continue to happen. But when mom stopped really interesting place, he became worried again.
And when she handed him the book, he became even more worried.
He immediately suggested:
Let me wash the dishes for you, mommy.
And he ran to wash the dishes.
He ran to his father.
His father sternly told him never to make such requests to him again.
He thrust the book to his grandmother, but she yawned and dropped it from her hands. He picked up the book from the floor and gave it to his grandmother again. But she dropped it from her hands again. No, she had never fallen asleep so quickly in her chair before! “Is she really asleep,” thought Goga, “or was she instructed to pretend at the meeting? “Goga tugged at her, shook her, but grandma didn’t even think about waking up.
In despair, he sat down on the floor and began to look at the pictures. But from the pictures it was difficult to understand what was happening there next.
He brought the book to class. But his classmates refused to read to him. Not only that: Masha immediately left, and Grisha defiantly reached under the desk.
Goga pestered the high school student, but he flicked him on the nose and laughed.
That's what a home meeting is all about!
This is what the public means!
He soon read the entire book and many other books, but out of habit he never forgot to go buy bread, wash the floor or wash the dishes.
That's what's interesting!
Who cares what's surprising?
Tanka is not surprised by anything. She always says: “That’s not surprising!” - even if it happens surprisingly. Yesterday, in front of everyone, I jumped over such a puddle... No one could jump over, but I jumped over! Everyone was surprised except Tanya.
“Just think! So what? It’s not surprising!”
I kept trying to surprise her. But he couldn't surprise me. No matter how hard I tried.
I hit a little sparrow with a slingshot.
I learned to walk on my hands and whistle with one finger in my mouth.
She saw it all. But I wasn't surprised.
I tried my best. What didn’t I do! Climbed trees, walked without a hat in winter...
She still wasn't surprised.
And one day I just went out into the yard with a book. I sat down on the bench. And he began to read.
I didn't even see Tanka. And she says:
Marvelous! I wouldn't have thought that! He reads!
Prize
We made original costumes - no one else will have them! I will be a horse, and Vovka will be a knight. The only bad thing is that he has to ride me, and not me on him. And all because I'm a little younger. True, we agreed with him: he will not ride me all the time. He’ll ride me a little, and then he’ll get off and lead me like horses are led by the bridle. And so we went to the carnival. We came to the club in ordinary suits, and then changed clothes and went into the hall. That is, we moved in. I crawled on all fours. And Vovka was sitting on my back. True, Vovka helped me - he walked on the floor with his feet. But it was still not easy for me.
And I haven't seen anything yet. I was wearing a horse mask. I couldn’t see anything at all, although the mask had holes for the eyes. But they were somewhere on the forehead. I was crawling in the dark.
I bumped into someone's feet. I ran into a column twice. Sometimes I shook my head, then the mask slipped off and I saw the light. But for a moment. And then it's dark again. I couldn't shake my head all the time!
At least for a moment I saw the light. But Vovka saw nothing at all. And he kept asking me what was ahead. And he asked me to crawl more carefully. I crawled carefully anyway. I didn’t see anything myself. How could I know what was ahead! Someone stepped on my hand. I stopped immediately. And he refused to crawl any further. I told Vovka:
Enough. Get off.
Vovka probably enjoyed the ride and didn’t want to get off. He said it was too early. But still he got down, took me by the bridle, and I crawled on. Now it was easier for me to crawl, although I still couldn’t see anything.
I suggested taking off the masks and looking at the carnival, and then putting the masks back on. But Vovka said:
Then they will recognize us.
It must be fun here,” I said. “But we don’t see anything...
But Vovka walked in silence. He firmly decided to endure until the end. Get first prize.
My knees started to hurt. I said:
I'll sit on the floor now.
Can horses sit? - said Vovka. “You’re crazy!” You're a horse!
“I’m not a horse,” I said. “You’re a horse yourself.”
“No, you’re a horse,” Vovka answered. “Otherwise we won’t get a bonus.”
Well, so be it,” I said. “I’m tired of it.”
“Be patient,” said Vovka.
I crawled to the wall, leaned against it and sat on the floor.
You are sitting? - asked Vovka.
“I’m sitting,” I said.
“Okay,” Vovka agreed. “You can still sit on the floor.” Just don't sit on the chair. Do you understand? A horse - and suddenly on a chair!..
Music was blaring all around and people were laughing.
I asked:
Will it end soon?
Be patient,” said Vovka, “probably soon...
Vovka couldn’t stand it either. I sat down on the sofa. I sat down next to him. Then Vovka fell asleep on the sofa. And I fell asleep too.
Then they woke us up and gave us a bonus.
In the closet
Before class, I climbed into the closet. I wanted to meow from the closet. They'll think it's a cat, but it's me.
I was sitting in the closet, waiting for the lesson to start, and didn’t notice how I fell asleep.
I wake up - the class is quiet. I look through the crack - there is no one. I pushed the door, but it was closed. So, I slept through the entire lesson. Everyone went home, and they locked me in the closet.
It's stuffy in the closet and dark as night. I got scared, I started screaming:
Uh-uh! I'm in the closet! Help!
I listened - silence all around.
ABOUT! Comrades! I'm sitting in the closet!
I hear someone's steps. Someone is coming.
Who's bawling here?
I immediately recognized Aunt Nyusha, the cleaning lady.
I was delighted and shouted:
Aunt Nyusha, I'm here!
Where are you, dear?
I'm in the closet! In the closet!
How did you, my dear, get there?
I'm in the closet, grandma!
So I hear that you are in the closet. So what do you want?
I was locked in a closet. Oh, grandma!
Aunt Nyusha left. Silence again. She probably went to get the key.
Pal Palych knocked on the cabinet with his finger.
There’s no one there,” said Pal Palych.
Why not? “Yes,” said Aunt Nyusha.
Well, where is he? - said Pal Palych and knocked on the closet again.
I was afraid that everyone would leave and I would remain in the closet, and I shouted with all my might:
I'm here!
Who are you? - asked Pal Palych.
I... Tsypkin...
Why did you go there, Tsypkin?
I was locked... I didn't get in...
Hm... He's locked up! But he didn’t get in! Have you seen it? What wizards there are in our school! They don't get into the closet when they are locked in the closet. Miracles don’t happen, do you hear, Tsypkin?
How long have you been sitting there? - asked Pal Palych.
Don't know...
Find the key,” said Pal Palych. - Fast.
Aunt Nyusha went to get the key, but Pal Palych stayed behind. He sat down on a chair nearby and began to wait. I saw his face through the crack. He was very angry. He lit a cigarette and said:
Well! This is what prank leads to. Tell me honestly: why are you in the closet?
I really wanted to disappear from the closet. They open the closet, and I’m not there. It was as if I had never been there. They will ask me: “Were you in the closet?” I will say: “I wasn’t.” They will say to me: “Who was there?” I will say: “I don’t know.”
But this only happens in fairy tales! Surely tomorrow they will call your mother... Your son, they will say, climbed into the closet, slept through all the lessons there, and all that... as if it’s comfortable for me to sleep here! My legs ache, my back hurts. One torment! What was my answer?
I was silent.
Are you alive there? - asked Pal Palych.
Well, sit tight, they'll open soon...
I am sitting...
So... - said Pal Palych. - So will you answer me why you climbed into this closet?
Who? Tsypkin? In the closet? Why?
I wanted to disappear again.
The director asked:
Tsypkin, is that you?
I sighed heavily. I simply couldn't answer anymore.
Aunt Nyusha said:
The class leader took the key away.
“Break down the door,” said the director.
I felt the door being broken down, the closet shook, and I hit my forehead painfully. I was afraid that the cabinet would fall, and I cried. I pressed my hands against the walls of the closet, and when the door gave way and opened, I continued to stand in the same way.
Well, come out,” said the director. - And explain to us what that means.
I didn't move. I was scared.
Why is he standing? - asked the director.
I was pulled out of the closet.
I was silent the whole time.
I didn't know what to say.
I just wanted to meow. But how would I put it...
Carousel in my head
By the end of the school year, I asked my father to buy me a two-wheeler, a battery-powered submachine gun, a battery-powered airplane, a flying helicopter, and a table hockey game.
I really want to have these things! - I told my father. “They are constantly spinning in my head like a carousel, and this makes my head so dizzy that it is difficult to stay on my feet.”
“Hold on,” said the father, “don’t fall and write all these things on a piece of paper for me so that I don’t forget.”
But why write, they are already firmly in my head.
Write,” said the father, “it doesn’t cost you anything.”
“In general, it’s worth nothing,” I said, “just extra trouble.” And I wrote in capital letters for the whole sheet:
VILISAPET
PISTAL GUN
VIRTALET
Then I thought about it and decided to write “ice cream”, went to the window, looked at the sign opposite and added:
ICE CREAM
The father read it and said:
I'll buy you some ice cream for now, and we'll wait for the rest.
I thought he had no time now, and I asked:
Until what time?
Until better times.
Until what?
Until the next end of the school year.
Yes, because the letters in your head are spinning like a carousel, this makes you dizzy, and the words are not on their feet.
It's as if words have legs!
And they’ve bought me ice cream a hundred times already.
Betball
Today you shouldn’t go outside - today is the game... - Dad said mysteriously, looking out the window.
Which? - I asked from behind my dad’s back.
“Wetball,” he answered even more mysteriously and sat me down on the windowsill.
A-ah-ah... - I drawled.
Apparently, dad guessed that I didn’t understand anything and began to explain.
Wetball is like football, only it is played by trees, and instead of a ball, they are kicked by the wind. We say hurricane or storm, and they say wetball. Look how the birch trees rustled - it’s the poplars that are giving in to them... Wow! How they swayed - it’s clear that they missed a goal, they couldn’t hold back the wind with branches... Well, another pass! Dangerous moment...
Dad spoke just like a real commentator, and I, spellbound, looked at the street and thought that wetball would probably give 100 points ahead to any football, basketball and even handball! Although I didn’t fully understand the meaning of the latter either...
Breakfast
Actually, I love breakfast. Especially if mom cooks sausage instead of porridge or makes sandwiches with cheese. But sometimes you want something unusual. For example, today's or yesterday's. I once asked my mother for an afternoon snack, but she looked at me in surprise and offered me an afternoon snack.
No, I say, I would like today’s one. Well, or yesterday, at worst...
Yesterday there was soup for lunch... - Mom was confused. - Should I warm it up?
In general, I didn’t understand anything.
And I myself don’t really understand what these today’s and yesterday’s ones look like and what they taste like. Maybe yesterday's soup really tastes like yesterday's soup. But what then does the taste of today’s wine taste like? Probably something today. Breakfast, for example. On the other hand, why are breakfasts called that? Well, that is, according to the rules, then breakfast should be called segodnik, because they prepared it for me today and I will eat it today. Now, if I leave it for tomorrow, then it’s a completely different matter. Although no. After all, tomorrow he will already be yesterday.
So do you want porridge or soup? - she asked carefully.
How the boy Yasha ate poorly
Yasha was good to everyone, but he ate poorly. All the time with concerts. Either mom sings to him, then dad shows him tricks. And he gets along well:
- Don't want.
Mom says:
- Yasha, eat your porridge.
- Don't want.
Dad says:
- Yasha, drink juice!
- Don't want.
Mom and Dad are tired of trying to persuade him every time. And then my mother read in one scientific pedagogical book that children do not need to be persuaded to eat. You need to put a plate of porridge in front of them and wait until they get hungry and eat everything.
They set and placed plates in front of Yasha, but he didn’t eat or eat anything. He doesn’t eat cutlets, soup, or porridge. He became thin and dead, like a straw.
-Yasha, eat porridge!
- Don't want.
- Yasha, eat your soup!
- Don't want.
Previously, his pants were difficult to fasten, but now he was hanging out completely freely in them. It was possible to put another Yasha in these pants.
And then one day a strong wind blew. And Yasha was playing in the area. He was very light, and the wind blew him around the area. I rolled to the wire mesh fence. And there Yasha got stuck.
So he sat, pressed against the fence by the wind, for an hour.
Mom calls:
- Yasha, where are you? Go home and suffer with the soup.
But he doesn't come. You can't even hear him. He not only became dead, but his voice also became dead. You can't hear anything about him squeaking there.
And he squeaks:
- Mom, take me away from the fence!
Mom began to worry - where did Yasha go? Where to look for it? Yasha is neither seen nor heard.
Dad said this:
“I think our Yasha was blown away somewhere by the wind.” Come on, mom, we'll take the pot of soup out onto the porch. The wind will blow and bring the smell of soup to Yasha. He will come crawling to this delicious smell.
And so they did. They took the pot of soup out onto the porch. The wind carried the smell to Yasha.
How Yasha smelled it delicious soup, immediately crawled towards the smell. Because I was cold and lost a lot of strength.
He crawled, crawled, crawled for half an hour. But I achieved my goal. He came to his mother’s kitchen and immediately ate a whole pot of soup! How can he eat three cutlets at once? How can he drink three glasses of compote?
Mom was amazed. She didn't even know whether to be happy or sad. She says:
“Yasha, if you eat like this every day, I won’t have enough food.”
Yasha reassured her:
- No, mom, I won’t eat that much every day. This is me correcting past mistakes. I will, like all children, eat well. I'll be a completely different boy.
He wanted to say “I will,” but he came up with “bubu.” Do you know why? Because his mouth was stuffed with an apple. He couldn't stop.
Since then, Yasha has been eating well.
Secrets
Do you know how to make secrets?
If you don't know how, I'll teach you.
Take a clean piece of glass and dig a hole in the ground. Place a candy wrapper in the hole, and on the candy wrapper - everything that is beautiful.
You can put a stone, a fragment of a plate, a bead, a bird feather, a ball (can be glass, can be metal).
You can use an acorn or an acorn cap.
You can use a multi-colored shred.
You can have a flower, a leaf, or even just grass.
Maybe real candy.
You can have elderberry, dry beetle.
You can even use an eraser if it’s pretty.
Yes, you can also add a button if it’s shiny.
Here you go. Did you put it in?
Now cover it all with glass and cover it with earth. And then slowly clear away the soil with your finger and look into the hole... You know how beautiful it will be! I made a secret, remembered the place and left.
The next day my “secret” was gone. Someone dug it up. Some kind of hooligan.
I made a “secret” in another place. And they dug it up again!
Then I decided to track down who was involved in this matter... And of course, this person turned out to be Pavlik Ivanov, who else?!
Then I made a “secret” again and put a note in it:
“Pavlik Ivanov, you are a fool and a hooligan.”
An hour later the note was gone. Pavlik did not look me in the eye.
Well, did you read it? - I asked Pavlik.
“I haven’t read anything,” Pavlik said. - You yourself are a fool.
Composition
One day we were told to write an essay in class on the topic “I help my mother.”
I took a pen and began to write:
"I always help my mom. I sweep the floor and wash the dishes. Sometimes I wash handkerchiefs.”
I didn't know what to write anymore. I looked at Lyuska. She scribbled in her notebook.
Then I remembered that I washed my stockings once, and wrote:
“I also wash stockings and socks.”
I didn’t really know what to write anymore. But you can’t submit such a short essay!
Then I wrote:
“I also wash T-shirts, shirts and underpants.”
I looked around. Everyone wrote and wrote. I wonder what they write about? You might think that they help their mother from morning to night!
And the lesson did not end. And I had to continue.
“I also wash dresses, mine and my mother’s, napkins and bedspreads.”
And the lesson did not end and did not end. And I wrote:
“I also like to wash curtains and tablecloths.”
And then the bell finally rang!
They gave me a high five. The teacher read my essay out loud. She said that she liked my essay the most. And that she will read it at the parent meeting.
I really asked my mother not to go to Parent meeting. I said that my throat hurts. But mom told dad to give me hot milk with honey and went to school.
The next morning at breakfast the following conversation took place.
Mom: Do you know, Syoma, it turns out that our daughter writes essays wonderfully!
Dad: It doesn't surprise me. She was always good at composing.
Mom: No, really! I’m not kidding, Vera Evstigneevna praises her. She was very pleased that our daughter loves to wash curtains and tablecloths.
Dad: What?!
Mom: Really, Syoma, this is wonderful? - Addressing me: - Why have you never admitted this to me before?
“I was shy,” I said. - I thought you wouldn’t let me.
Well, what are you talking about! - Mom said. - Don't be shy, please! Wash our curtains today. It's good that I don't have to drag them to the laundry!
I rolled my eyes. The curtains were huge. Ten times I could wrap myself in them! But it was too late to retreat.
I washed the curtains piece by piece. While I was soaping one piece, the other was completely blurry. I'm just exhausted with these pieces! Then I rinsed the bathroom curtains bit by bit. When I finished squeezing one piece, water from neighboring pieces was poured into it again.
Then I climbed onto a stool and began hanging the curtains on the rope.
Well, that was the worst! While I was pulling one piece of curtain onto the rope, another fell to the floor. And in the end, the whole curtain fell to the floor, and I fell onto it from the stool.
I became completely wet - just squeeze it out.
The curtain had to be dragged into the bathroom again. But the kitchen floor sparkled like new.
Water poured out of the curtains all day.
I put all the pots and pans we had under the curtains. Then she put the kettle, three bottles and all the cups and saucers on the floor. But water still flooded the kitchen.
Oddly enough, my mother was pleased.
You did a great job washing the curtains! - Mom said, walking around the kitchen in galoshes. - I didn’t know you were so capable! Tomorrow you will wash the tablecloth...
What is my head thinking?
If you think that I study well, you are mistaken. I study no matter. For some reason, everyone thinks that I am capable, but lazy. I don't know if I'm capable or not. But only I know for sure that I am not lazy. I spend three hours working on problems.
For example, now I’m sitting and trying with all my might to solve a problem. But she doesn’t dare. I tell my mom:
Mom, I can’t do the problem.
Don’t be lazy, says mom. - Think carefully, and everything will work out. Just think carefully!
She leaves on business. And I take my head with both hands and tell her:
Think, head. Think carefully... “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B...” Head, why don’t you think? Well, head, well, think, please! Well what is it worth to you!
A cloud floats outside the window. It is as light as feathers. There it stopped. No, it floats on.
Head, what are you thinking about?! Aren `t you ashamed!!! “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B...” Lyuska probably left too. She's already walking. If she had approached me first, I would, of course, forgive her. But will she really fit, such a mischief?!
“...From point A to point B...” No, she won’t do. On the contrary, when I go out into the yard, she will take Lena’s arm and whisper to her. Then she will say: “Len, come to me, I have something.” They will leave, and then sit on the windowsill and laugh and nibble on seeds.
“...Two pedestrians left point A to point B...” And what will I do?.. And then I’ll call Kolya, Petka and Pavlik to play lapta. What will she do? Yeah, she'll play the Three Fat Men record. Yes, so loud that Kolya, Petka and Pavlik will hear and run to ask her to let them listen. They've listened to it a hundred times, but it's not enough for them! And then Lyuska will close the window, and they will all listen to the record there.
“...From point A to point... to point...” And then I’ll take it and fire something right at her window. Glass - ding! - and will fly apart. Let him know.
So. I'm already tired of thinking. Think, don’t think, the task will not work. Just an awfully difficult task! I'll take a walk a little and start thinking again.
I closed the book and looked out the window. Lyuska was walking alone in the yard. She jumped into hopscotch. I went out into the yard and sat down on a bench. Lyuska didn’t even look at me.
Earring! Vitka! - Lyuska immediately screamed. - Let's go play lapta!
The Karmanov brothers looked out the window.
“We have a throat,” both brothers said hoarsely. - They won't let us in.
Lena! - Lyuska screamed. - Linen! Come out!
Instead of Lena, her grandmother looked out and shook her finger at Lyuska.
Pavlik! - Lyuska screamed.
No one appeared at the window.
Whoops! - Lyuska pressed herself.
Girl, why are you yelling?! - Someone's head poked out of the window. - A sick person is not allowed to rest! There is no peace for you! - And his head stuck back into the window.
Lyuska looked at me furtively and blushed like a lobster. She tugged at her pigtail. Then she took the thread off her sleeve. Then she looked at the tree and said:
Lucy, let's play hopscotch.
Come on, I said.
We jumped into hopscotch and I went home to solve my problem.
As soon as I sat down at the table, my mother came:
Well, how's the problem?
Does not work.
But you’ve been sitting over it for two hours already! This is just terrible! They give the children some puzzles!.. Well, show me your problem! Maybe I can do it? After all, I graduated from college. So. “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B...” Wait, wait, this problem is somehow familiar to me! Listen, you and your dad decided it last time! I remember perfectly!
How? - I was surprised. - Really? Oh, really, this is the forty-fifth problem, and we were given the forty-sixth.
At this point my mother became terribly angry.
It's outrageous! - Mom said. - This is unheard of! This mess! Where is your head?! What is she thinking about?!
About my friend and a little about me
Our yard was large. There were a lot of different children walking in our yard - both boys and girls. But most of all I loved Lyuska. She was my friend. She and I lived in neighboring apartments, and at school we sat at the same desk.
My friend Lyuska had straight yellow hair. And she had eyes!.. You probably won’t believe what kind of eyes she had. One eye is green, like grass. And the other one is completely yellow, with brown spots!
And my eyes were kind of gray. Well, just gray, that's all. Completely uninteresting eyes! And my hair was stupid - curly and short. And huge freckles on my nose. And in general, everything with Lyuska was better than with me. Only I was taller.
I was terribly proud of it. I really liked it when people called us “Big Lyuska” and “Little Lyuska” in the yard.
And suddenly Lyuska grew up. And it became unclear which of us is big and which is small.
And then she grew another half head.
Well, that was too much! I was offended by her, and we stopped walking together in the yard. At school I didn’t look in her direction, and she didn’t look in mine, and everyone was very surprised and said: “Between the Lyuskas.” black cat ran through,” and pestered us about why we had quarreled.
After school, I no longer went out into the yard. There was nothing for me to do there.
I wandered around the house and found no place for myself. To make things less boring, I secretly watched from behind the curtain as Lyuska played rounders with Pavlik, Petka and the Karmanov brothers.
At lunch and dinner I now asked for more. I choked and ate everything... Every day I pressed the back of my head against the wall and marked my height on it with a red pencil. But strange thing! It turned out that not only was I not growing, but, on the contrary, I had even decreased by almost two millimeters!
And then summer came, and I went to a pioneer camp.
In the camp, I kept remembering Lyuska and missing her.
And I wrote her a letter.
“Hello, Lucy!
How are you? I'm doing well. We have a lot of fun at camp. The Vorya river flows next to us. The water there is blue-blue! And there are shells on the shore. I found a very beautiful shell for you. It is round and with stripes. You'll probably find it useful. Lucy, if you want, let's be friends again. Let them now call you big and me small. I still agree. Please write me the answer.
Pioneer greetings!
Lyusya Sinitsyna"
I waited a whole week for an answer. I kept thinking: what if she doesn’t write to me! What if she never wants to be friends with me again!.. And when a letter finally arrived from Lyuska, I was so happy that my hands even shook a little.
The letter said this:
“Hello, Lucy!
Thank you, I'm doing well. Yesterday my mother bought me wonderful slippers with white piping. I also have a new big ball, you'll really get pumped! Come quickly, otherwise Pavlik and Petka are such fools, it’s no fun to be with them! Be careful not to lose the shell.
With pioneer salute!
Lyusya Kositsyna"
That day I carried Lyuska’s blue envelope with me until the evening. I told everyone what a wonderful friend I have in Moscow, Lyuska.
And when I returned from the camp, Lyuska and my parents met me at the station. She and I rushed to hug... And then it turned out that I had outgrown Lyuska by a whole head.
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