The ability to retell a text not only demonstrates the level of speech development, but also shows how much the child can understand and analyze the text he heard or read. But for children, retelling the text often causes difficulties. How can you help your child overcome them?
There are two main reasons why a child may have difficulty retelling text: problems with speech development or problems with understanding, analyzing and formulating what he heard. In the first case, the emphasis should be placed specifically on the development of speech and this should be done not with the help of retelling, but with the help of more simple games on speech development. But in the second case, it is the child’s ability to retell the text that needs to be trained.
We present to your attention short stories, with the help of which you can easily teach your child to retell texts.
GOOD DUCK
V. Suteev
The duck and ducklings and the hen and chicks went for a walk. They walked and walked and came to the river. A duck and ducklings can swim, but a hen and chicks cannot. What to do? We thought and thought and came up with an idea! They swam across the river in exactly half a minute: a chicken on a duckling, a chicken on a duckling, and a chicken on a duck!
1. Answer the questions:
Who went for a walk?
Where did the duck and ducklings and the hen and chickens go for a walk?
What can a duck do with its ducklings?
What can't a hen do with her chicks?
What did the birds come up with?
Why did they say good about the duck?
The birds swam across the river in half a minute, what does this mean?
2. Retell.
SLIDE
N. Nosov
The guys built a snow slide in the yard. They poured water on her and went home. Kotka didn't work. He was sitting at home, looking out the window. When the guys left, Kotka put on his skates and went up the hill. He skates across the snow, but can’t get up. What to do? Kotka took a box of sand and sprinkled it on the hill. The guys came running. How to ride now? The guys were offended by Kotka and forced him to cover his sand with snow. Kotka untied his skates and began to cover the slide with snow, and the guys poured water on it again. Kotka also made steps.
1. Answer the questions:
What did the guys do?
Where was Kotka at that time?
What happened when the guys left?
Why couldn't Kotka climb the hill?
What did he do then?
What happened when the guys came running?
How did you fix the slide?
2. Retell.
AUTUMN.
In autumn the sky is cloudy and overcast with heavy clouds. The sun barely peeks out from behind the clouds. Cold, piercing winds are blowing. The trees and bushes are bare. Their green outfit flew around them. The grass turned yellow and withered. There are puddles and dirt all around.
1. Answer the questions:
What time of year is it now?
What is described in the story?
What is the sky like in autumn?
What is it tightening with?
What is said about the sun?
What happened to the grass in the fall?
And what else distinguishes autumn?
2. Retell.
HEN.
E. Charushin.
A hen and her chicks were walking around the yard. Suddenly it started to rain. The chicken quickly sat down on the ground, spread out all its feathers and clucked: Kwok-kwok-kwok-kwok! This means: hide quickly. And all the chickens crawled under her wings and buried themselves in her warm feathers. Some are completely hidden, some have only their legs visible, some have their heads sticking out, and some only have their eyes peeking out.
But the two chickens did not listen to their mother and did not hide. They stand there, squeal and wonder: what is this thing dripping on their heads?
1. Answer the questions:
Where did the hen and her chicks go?
What's happened?
What did the chicken do?
How did the chickens hide under the chicken's wings?
Who didn't hide?
What did they do?
2. Retell.
MARTIN.
The mother swallow taught the chick to fly. The chick was very small. He flapped his weak wings ineptly and helplessly.
Unable to stay in the air, the chick fell to the ground and was seriously hurt. He lay motionless and squeaked pitifully.
The mother swallow was very alarmed. She circled over the chick, screamed loudly and did not know how to help him.
The girl picked up the chick and put it in a wooden box. And she put the box with the chick on a tree.
The swallow took care of her chick. She brought him food every day and fed him.
The chick began to recover quickly and was already chirping cheerfully and cheerfully flapping its strengthened wings.
The old red cat wanted to eat the chick. He quietly crept up, climbed the tree and was already at the very box.
But at this time the swallow flew off the branch and began to fly boldly in front of the cat’s very nose.
The cat rushed after her, but the swallow quickly dodged, and the cat missed and slammed to the ground with all its might. Soon the chick completely recovered and the swallow, with joyful chirping, took him to his native nest under the neighboring roof.
1. Answer the questions:
What misfortune happened to the chick?
When did the accident happen?
Why did it happen?
Who saved the chick?
What is the red cat up to?
How did the mother swallow protect her chick?
How did she take care of her chick?
How did this story end?
2. Retell.
BUTTERFLIES.
The weather was hot. Three butterflies were flying in a forest clearing. One was yellow, the other was brown with red spots, and the third butterfly was blue. Butterflies landed on a large beautiful daisy. Then two more colorful butterflies flew in and landed on the same daisy
It was cramped for the butterflies, but it was fun.
1. Answer the questions:
Who is the story about?
What is said first?
What were the butterflies like?
Where did the butterflies go?
What kind of chamomile was it?
How many more butterflies have arrived?
What were they like?
What does it say at the end?
2. Retell.
GRANDCHILDREN HELPED.
Grandmother Nyura's goat Nochka has disappeared. Grandma was very upset.
The grandchildren took pity on their grandmother and decided to help her.
The guys went into the forest to look for a goat. She heard the guys' voices and went towards them.
Grandma was very happy when she saw her goat.
1. Answer the questions:
Who is the story talking about?
Why was Grandma Nyura upset?
What was the goat's name?
What did the grandchildren decide to do? Why?
How was the goat found?
How did this story end?
2. Retell.
SHAME ON THE NIGHTINGALE.
V. Sukhomlinsky.
Olya and Lida, little girls, went into the forest. After a tiring journey, they sat down on the grass to rest and have lunch.
They took bread, butter, and eggs out of the bag. When the girls had already finished lunch, a nightingale began to sing not far from them. Enchanted by the beautiful song, Olya and Lida sat, afraid to move.
The nightingale stopped singing.
Olya collected the remains of her food and scraps of paper and threw them under a bush.
Lida wrapped it in newspaper eggshells and bread crumbs and put the bag in the bag.
Why do you take trash with you? Olya said. -Throw it under the bush. After all, we are in the forest. Nobody will see.
“I’m ashamed in front of the nightingale,” Lida answered quietly.
1. Answer the questions:
Who went to the forest?
Why did Olya and Lida go into the forest?
What did the girls hear in the forest?
What did Olya do with the garbage? And Lida?
Why is the story called Ashamed Before the Nightingale?
Whose action do you like better? Why?
2. Retell.
FRIENDSHIP.
In the summer, a squirrel and a bunny were friends. The squirrel was red, and the bunny was gray. Every day they played together.
But then winter came. White snow fell. A red squirrel climbed into a hollow. And the bunny climbed under a spruce branch.
One day a squirrel crawled out of a hollow. She saw the bunny, but did not recognize him. The bunny was no longer gray, but white. The bunny also saw a squirrel. He didn't recognize her either. After all, he knew the red squirrel. And this squirrel was gray.
But in the summer they get to know each other again.
1. Answer the questions:
When did the squirrel and the bunny become friends?
What were they like in the summer?
Why didn't the squirrel and the bunny recognize each other in winter?
Where do the squirrel and the hare hide from the frost in winter?
Why do they recognize each other again in the summer?
2. Retell.
FABLE TWO COMRADES.
L.N. Tolstoy.
Two comrades were walking through the forest, and a bear jumped on them. One ran, climbed a tree and hid, while the other stayed on the road. He had nothing to do, he fell to the ground and pretended to be dead.
The bear came up to him and began to sniff: he stopped breathing.
The bear sniffed his face, thought he was dead, and walked away.
When the bear left, he climbed down from the tree and laughed.
Well, he says, did the bear speak into your ear?
And he told me that bad people those who run away from their comrades in danger.
1. Answer the questions:
Why is the fable called Two Comrades?
Where were the boys?
What happened to them?
What did the boys do?
How do you understand the expression fell to the ground?
How did the bear react?
Why did the bear think the boy was dead?
What does this fable teach?
What would you do in this situation?
Were the boys real comrades? Why?
2. Retell.
MURKA.
We have a cat. Her name is Murka. Murka is black, only the paws and tail are white. The fur is soft and fluffy. The tail is long, fluffy, Murka’s eyes are yellow, like lights.
Murka has five kittens. Three kittens are completely black, and two are mottled. All kittens are fluffy, like lumps. Murka and the kittens live in a basket. Their basket is very large. All kittens are comfortable and warm.
At night, Murka hunts mice, and the kittens sleep sweetly.
1. Answer the questions:
Why is the story called Murka?
What have you learned about Murka?
Tell us about the kittens.
What does the ending say?
2. Retell.
HOW THE BEAR SCARED HIMSELF.
N. Sladkov.
A bear entered the forest. A dry twig crunched under his heavy paw. The squirrel on the branch got scared and dropped the pine cone from its paws. A cone fell and hit the hare on the forehead. The hare jumped up and ran into the thick of the forest. He ran into forty and jumped out from under the bushes. They raised a cry throughout the forest. The moose heard it. The moose went through the forest to break the bushes.
Here the bear stopped and pricked up his ears: a squirrel was babbling, magpies were chirping, moose were breaking down bushes. Isn’t it better to leave? - thought the bear. He barked and gave chase.
So the bear scared itself.
1. Answer the questions:
Where did the bear go?
What crunched under his paw?
What did the squirrel do?
Who did the bump fall on?
What did the hare do?
Who did the magpie see? What did she do?
What did the moose decide? What did they do?
How did the bear behave?
What does the expression gave a streak, barked?
How does the story end?
Who scared the bear?
2. Retell.
FIRE DOGS.
L.N. Tolstoy.
It often happens that in cities during fires, children remain in houses and cannot be pulled out, because they hide and are silent from fear, and from the smoke they cannot be seen. Dogs in London are trained for this purpose. These dogs live with firefighters, and when a house catches fire, the firefighters send the dogs to pull the children out. One such dog saved twelve children, his name was Bob.
One time the house caught fire. When firefighters arrived at the house, a woman ran out to them. She cried and said that there was a two-year-old girl left in the house. The firefighters sent Bob. Bob ran up the stairs and disappeared into the smoke. Five minutes later he ran out of the house, carrying the girl by the shirt in his mouth. The mother rushed to her daughter and cried with joy that her daughter was alive.
The firefighters petted the dog and examined it to see if it was burned; but Bob was eager to get into the house. The firefighters thought there was still something alive in the house and let him in. The dog ran into the house and soon ran out with something in its teeth. When the people looked at what she brought out, they all burst out laughing: she was carrying a large doll.
1. Answer the questions:
What happened one time?
Where did this happen, in what city?
Who did the firefighters bring to the house?
What do dogs do in a fire? What are their names?
Who ran out to the firefighters when they arrived?
What did the woman do, what did she talk about?
How did Bob carry the girl?
What did the girl's mother do?
What did the firefighters do after the dog carried the girl out?
Where was Bob going?
What did the firefighters think?
When the people considered what she had endured, what did they do?
2. Retell.
BONE.
L.N. Tolstoy
The mother bought plums and wanted to give them to the children after lunch. They were on the plate. Vanya never ate plums and kept smelling them. And he really liked them. I really wanted to eat it. He kept walking past the plums. When there was no one in the upper room, he could not resist, grabbed one plum and ate it.
Before dinner, the mother counted the plums and saw that one was missing. She told her father.
At dinner my father says:
Well, children, did anyone eat one plum?
Everyone said:
Vanya blushed like a lobster and said too:
No, I didn't eat.
Then the father said:
What any of you has eaten is not good; but that’s not the problem. The trouble is that plums have seeds, and if someone doesn’t know how to eat them and swallows a seed, he will die within a day. I'm afraid of this.
Vanya turned pale and said:
No, I threw the bone out the window.
And everyone laughed, and Vanya began to cry.
1. Answer the questions:
What was the main character's name?
What did the mother buy for the children?
Why did Vanya eat the plum?
When did your mother discover it was missing?
What did the father ask the children?
Why did he say it was possible to die?
Why did Vanya immediately admit that he ate the plum?
Why did the boy cry?
Did Vanya do the right thing?
Do you feel sorry for the boy or not?
What would you do in his place?
A short story with a lot of meaning is much easier for a child to master than a long work with several topics. Start reading with simple sketches and move on to more serious books. (Vasily Sukhomlinsky)
Ingratitude
Grandfather Andrei invited his grandson Matvey to visit. The grandfather put a large bowl of honey in front of his grandson, put white rolls, and invites:
- Eat honey, Matveyka. If you want, eat honey and rolls with a spoon; if you want, eat rolls with honey.
Matvey ate honey with kalachi, then kalachi with honey. I ate so much that it became difficult to breathe. He wiped his sweat, sighed and asked:
- Please tell me, grandfather, what kind of honey is this - linden or buckwheat?
- And what? – Grandfather Andrey was surprised. “I treated you to buckwheat honey, grandson.”
“Linden honey still tastes better,” said Matvey and yawned: after a hearty meal he was feeling sleepy.
Pain squeezed Grandfather Andrei’s heart. He was silent. And the grandson continued to ask:
– Is the flour for kalachi made from spring or winter wheat? Grandfather Andrey turned pale. His heart was squeezed with unbearable pain.
It became difficult to breathe. He closed his eyes and groaned.
Why do they say “thank you”?
Two people were walking along a forest road - a grandfather and a boy. It was hot and they were thirsty.
The travelers approached the stream. Cool water gurgled quietly. They leaned in and got drunk.
“Thank you, stream,” said grandfather. The boy laughed.
– Why did you say “thank you” to the stream? - he asked his grandfather. - After all, the stream is not alive, will not hear your words, will not understand your gratitude.
- This is true. If the wolf got drunk, he wouldn’t say “thank you.” And we are not wolves, we are people. Do you know why a person says “thank you”?
Think about it, who needs this word?
The boy thought about it. He had a lot of time. The road ahead was long...
Martin
The mother swallow taught the chick to fly. The chick was very small. He flapped his weak wings ineptly and helplessly. Unable to stay in the air, the chick fell to the ground and was seriously hurt. He lay motionless and squeaked pitifully. The mother swallow was very alarmed. She circled over the chick, screamed loudly and did not know how to help him.
The girl picked up the chick and put it in a wooden box. And she put the box with the chick on a tree.
The swallow took care of her chick. She brought him food every day and fed him.
The chick began to recover quickly and was already chirping cheerfully and cheerfully flapping its strengthened wings.
The old red cat wanted to eat the chick. He quietly crept up, climbed the tree and was already at the very box. But at this time the swallow flew off the branch and began to fly boldly in front of the cat’s very nose. The cat rushed after her, but the swallow quickly dodged, and the cat missed and slammed to the ground with all its might.
Soon the chick completely recovered and the swallow, with joyful chirping, took him to his native nest under the neighboring roof.
Evgeniy Permyak
How Misha wanted to outwit his mother
Misha’s mother came home after work and clasped her hands:
- How did you, Mishenka, manage to break off a bicycle wheel?
- It, mom, broke off on its own.
- Why is your shirt torn, Mishenka?
- She, mommy, tore herself apart.
- Where did your other shoe go? Where did you lose it?
- He, Mom, got lost somewhere.
Then Misha’s mother said:
- How bad they all are! They, the scoundrels, need to be taught a lesson!
- But as? - Misha asked.
“Very simple,” my mother answered. - If they have learned to break themselves, to tear themselves apart and to get lost themselves, let them learn to repair themselves, to sew themselves up, to find themselves. And you and I, Misha, will sit at home and wait for them to do all this.
Misha sat down by the broken bicycle, in a torn shirt, without a shoe, and thought deeply. Apparently this boy had something to think about.
Short story "Ah!"
Nadya couldn’t do anything. Grandmother dressed Nadya, put on shoes, washed her, combed her hair.
Mom gave Nadya water from a cup, fed her from a spoon, put her to sleep, and lulled her to sleep.
Nadya heard about the kindergarten. The girlfriends are having fun playing there. They dance. They sing. They listen to fairy tales. Good for children kindergarten. And Nadenka would have been happy there, but they didn’t take her there. They didn't accept it!
Oh!
Nadya cried. Mom cried. Grandma cried.
- Why didn’t you accept Nadenka into kindergarten?
And in kindergarten they say:
- How can we accept her when she doesn’t know how to do anything?
Oh!
Grandmother came to her senses, mother came to her senses. And Nadya caught herself. Nadya began to dress herself, put on her shoes, wash herself, eat, drink, comb her hair, and go to bed.
When they found out about this in kindergarten, they came for Nadya themselves. They came and took her to kindergarten, dressed, with shoes, washed, and combed.
Oh!
Nikolay Nosov
steps
One day Petya was returning from kindergarten. On this day he learned to count to ten. He reached his home, and he younger sister Valya is already waiting at the gate.
- And I already know how to count! – Petya boasted. – I learned it in kindergarten. Look how I can now count all the steps on the stairs.
They began to climb the stairs, and Petya counted the steps loudly:
- Well, why did you stop? – asks Valya.
- Wait, I forgot which step is further. I'll remember now.
“Well, remember,” says Valya.
They stood on the stairs, standing. Petya says:
- No, I can’t remember that. Well, let's start over again.
They went down the stairs. They began to climb up again.
“One,” says Petya, “two, three, four, five...” And he stopped again.
- Forgot again? – asks Valya.
- Forgot! How can this be! I just remembered and suddenly forgot! Well, let's try again.
They went down the stairs again, and Petya started over:
- One, two, three, four, five...
- Maybe twenty-five? – asks Valya.
- Not really! You're just stopping me from thinking! You see, because of you I forgot! We'll have to do it all over again.
- I don’t want to at first! - says Valya. - What it is? Up, down, up, down! My legs already hurt.
“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to,” answered Petya. “And I won’t go further until I remember.”
Valya went home and said to her mother:
“Mom, Petya is counting the steps on the stairs: one, two, three, four, five, but he doesn’t remember the rest.”
“Then it’s six,” said mom.
Valya ran back to the stairs, and Petya kept counting the steps:
- One, two, three, four, five...
- Six! - Valya whispers. - Six! Six!
- Six! – Petya was happy and moved on. - Seven eight nine ten.
It’s good that the stairs ended, otherwise he would never have reached the house, because he only learned to count to ten.
Slide
The guys built a snow slide in the yard. They poured water on her and went home. Kotka didn't work. He was sitting at home, looking out the window. When the guys left, Kotka put on his skates and went up the hill. He skates across the snow, but can’t get up. What to do? Kotka took a box of sand and sprinkled it on the hill. The guys came running. How to ride now? The guys were offended by Kotka and forced him to cover his sand with snow. Kotka untied his skates and began to cover the slide with snow, and the guys poured water on it again. Kotka also made steps.
Nina Pavlova
The little mouse got lost
Mom gave the forest mouse a wheel made from a dandelion stem and said:
- Come on, play, ride around the house.
- Peep-pity-peep! - the mouse shouted. - I’ll play, I’ll ride!
And he rolled the wheel along the path downhill. I rolled it and rolled it and got so into it that I didn’t notice how I found myself in a strange place. Last year's linden nuts were lying on the ground, and above, behind the cut-out leaves, it was a completely foreign place! The mouse became quiet. Then, so that it wouldn’t be so scary, he put his wheel on the ground and sat down in the middle. Sits and thinks:
“Mom said: “Ride near the house.” Where is it near the house now?
But then he saw that the grass shook in one place and a frog jumped out.
- Peep-pity-peep! - the mouse shouted. - Tell me, frog, where near the house is my mother?
Luckily, the frog knew just this and answered:
- Run straight and straight under these flowers. You will meet a newt. He has just crawled out from under a stone, is lying and breathing, about to crawl into the pond. From Triton, turn left and run along the path straight and straight. You will see a white butterfly. She sits on a blade of grass and waits for someone. From the white butterfly, turn left again and then shout to your mother, she will hear.
- Thank you! - said the mouse.
He picked up his wheel and rolled it between the stems, under the bowls of white and yellow anemone flowers. But the wheel soon became stubborn: it would hit one stem, then another, then it would get stuck, then it would fall. But the mouse did not back down, pushed him, pulled him, and finally rolled him out onto the path.
Then he remembered the newt. After all, the newt never met! The reason he didn’t meet was because he had already crawled into the pond while the mouse was fiddling with his wheel. So the mouse never knew where he needed to turn left.
And again he rolled his wheel at random. I reached the tall grass. And again, grief: the wheel got entangled in it - and neither back nor forward!
We barely managed to get him out. And then the little mouse just remembered the white butterfly. After all, she never met.
And the white butterfly sat, sat on a blade of grass and flew away. So the mouse did not know where he needed to turn left again.
Luckily, the mouse met a bee. She flew to red currant flowers.
- Peep-pity-peep! - the mouse shouted. - Tell me, little bee, where near the house is my mother?
And the bee just knew this and answered:
- Run downhill now. You will see something turning yellow in the lowland. There, the tables seem to be covered with patterned tablecloths, and there are yellow cups on them. This is a spleen, such a flower. From the spleen, go up the mountain. You will see flowers as radiant as the sun and nearby - on long legs- fluffy white balls. This is a coltsfoot flower. Turn right from it and then shout to your mother, she will hear.
- Thank you! - said the mouse...
Where to run now? And it was already getting dark, and you couldn’t see anyone around! The mouse sat down under a leaf and cried. And he cried so loudly that his mother heard and came running. How happy he was with her! And she even more: she didn’t even hope that her little son was alive. And they happily ran home side by side.
Valentina Oseeva
Button
Tanya's button came off. Tanya spent a long time sewing it to the blouse.
“And what, grandmother,” she asked, “do all boys and girls know how to sew on their buttons?”
- I don’t know, Tanyusha; Both boys and girls can tear off buttons, but grandmothers increasingly get to sew them on.
- That's how it is! - Tanya said offended. - And you forced me, as if you weren’t a grandmother yourself!
Three comrades
Vitya lost his breakfast. During the big break, all the guys were having breakfast, and Vitya stood on the sidelines.
- Why do not you eat? - Kolya asked him.
- I lost my breakfast...
“It’s bad,” said Kolya, taking a large bite. white bread. - There’s still a long way to go until lunch!
- Where did you lose it? - Misha asked.
“I don’t know...” Vitya said quietly and turned away.
“You probably carried it in your pocket, but you should put it in your bag,” said Misha. But Volodya didn’t ask anything. He walked up to Vita, broke a piece of bread and butter in half and handed it to his comrade:
- Take it, eat it!
Fairy tales that teach good...
These good bedtime stories with a happy and instructive ending will delight your child before bed, calm him down, and teach kindness and friendship.
2. The tale of how Fedya saved the forest from an evil sorcerer
In the summer, the boy Fedya Egorov came to rest in the village with his grandparents. This village stood right next to the forest. Fedya decided to go into the forest to pick berries and mushrooms, but his grandparents did not let him in. They said that the real Baba Yaga lives in their forest, and for more than two hundred years no one has gone to this forest.
Fedya did not believe that Baba Yaga lived in the forest, but he obeyed his grandparents and did not go into the forest, but went to the river to fish. The cat Vaska followed Fedya. The fish were biting well. There were already three ruffs floating in Fedya’s jar when the cat knocked it over and ate the fish. Fedya saw this, got upset and decided to postpone fishing until tomorrow. Fedya returned home. Grandparents were not at home. Fedya put away the fishing rod, put on a long-sleeved shirt and, taking a basket, went to the neighbor’s children to invite them into the forest.
Fedya believed that his grandparents had written about Baba Yaga, that they simply did not want him to go into the forest, because it is always very easy to get lost in the forest. But Fedya was not afraid of getting lost in the forest, since he wanted to go into the forest with friends who had lived here for a long time, and therefore knew the forest well.
Much to Fedya’s surprise, all the guys refused to go with him and they began to dissuade him. ...
3. Obeshchaikin
Once upon a time there was a boy Fedya Egorov. Fedya did not always keep his promises. Sometimes, having promised his parents to clean up his toys, he got carried away, forgot and left them scattered.
One day Fedya’s parents left him alone at home and asked him not to lean out of the window. Fedya promised them that he would not lean out of the window, but would draw. He took out everything he needed for drawing, sat down in a large room at the table and began to draw.
But as soon as mom and dad left the house, Fedya was immediately drawn to the window. Fedya thought: “So what, I promised not to peek, I’ll quickly peek out and see what the guys are doing in the yard, and mom and dad won’t even know that I was peeking.”
Fedya placed a chair near the window, climbed onto the window sill, lowered the handle on the frame, and before he even had time to pull the window sash, it swung open. By some miracle, just like in a fairy tale, a flying carpet appeared in front of the window, and on it sat a grandfather unfamiliar to Fedya. Grandfather smiled and said:
- Hello, Fedya! Do you want me to give you a ride on my carpet? ...
4. A tale about food
The boy Fedya Egorov became stubborn at the table:
- I don’t want to eat soup and I won’t eat porridge. I don't like bread!
The soup, porridge and bread took offense at him, disappeared from the table and ended up in the forest. And at this time an angry hungry wolf was prowling through the forest and said:
– I love soup, porridge and bread! Oh, how I wish I could eat them!
The food heard this and flew straight into the wolf's mouth. The wolf has eaten his fill, sits contentedly, licking his lips. And Fedya left the table without eating. For dinner, mom served potato pancakes with jelly, and Fedya became stubborn again:
- Mom, I don’t want pancakes, I want pancakes with sour cream!
5. The Tale of the Nervous Pika or the Magic Book of Yegor Kuzmich
There lived two brothers - Fedya and Vasya Egorov. They constantly started fights, quarrels, divided something among themselves, quarreled, argued over trifles, and at the same time the youngest of the brothers, Vasya, always squeaked. Sometimes the eldest of the brothers, Fedya, also squealed. The squeaking of the children greatly irritated and upset the parents, and especially the mother. And people often get sick from grief.
So the mother of these boys got sick, so much so that she stopped getting up even for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
The doctor who came to treat my mother prescribed her medication and said that my mother needed peace and quiet. Dad, leaving for work, asked the children not to make noise. He gave them the book and said:
– The book is interesting, read it. I think you'll like it.
6. The Tale of Fedya’s Toys
Once upon a time there was a boy Fedya Egorov. Like all kids, he had a lot of toys. Fedya loved his toys, he played with them with pleasure, but there was one problem - he did not like to clean them up after himself. He will play and leave where he played. The toys lay in disarray on the floor and got in the way, everyone was tripping over them, even Fedya himself threw them away.
And then one day the toys got tired of it.
“We need to run away from Fedya before they completely break us.” We must go to the good guys who take care of their toys and put them away,” said the plastic soldier.
…
7. An instructive tale for boys and girls: The Devil's Tail
Once upon a time there lived the Devil. That Devil had a magic tail. With the help of his tail, the Devil could find himself anywhere, but, most importantly, the Devil’s tail could fulfill whatever he wanted, for this he only had to think of a wish and wave his tail. This devil was very evil and very harmful.
He used the magical power of his tail for harmful deeds. He caused accidents on the roads, drowned people in rivers, broke ice under fishermen, started fires and committed many other atrocities. One day the Devil got tired of living alone in his underground kingdom.
He built himself a kingdom on earth, surrounded it with dense forest and swamps so that no one could approach him, and began to think about who else to populate his kingdom with. The Devil thought and thought and came up with the idea of populating his kingdom with assistants who would commit harmful atrocities on his orders.
The Devil decided to take naughty children as his assistants. ...
Also on topic:
Poem: “Fedya is a nice boy”
Cheerful boy Fedya
Riding a bike,
Fedya is driving along the path,
Stepping back a little to the left.
At this time on the track
Murka the cat jumped out.
Fedya suddenly slowed down,
I missed Murka the Cat.
Fedya moves on briskly,
A friend shouts to him: “Wait a minute!”
Let me ride a little.
This is a friend, not anyone,
Fedya said: “Take it, my friend.”
Ride one circle.
He sat down on the bench himself,
He sees a faucet and a watering can nearby,
And there are flowers waiting in the flowerbed -
Who would give me a sip of water?
Fedya, jumping off the bench,
All the flowers were watered from a watering can
And he poured water for the geese,
So they can get drunk.
- Our Fedya is so good,
- Prosha the cat suddenly noticed,
- Yes, he is good enough to be our friend,
- said the goose, drinking some water.
- Woof woof woof! - said Polkan,
– Fedya is a nice boy!
“Fedya is a hooligan boy”
Cheerful boy Fedya
Riding a bike
Directly off the road
Fedya, the mischievous one, is coming.
Driving straight across the lawn
So I ran into peonies,
I broke three stems,
And scared away three moths,
He crushed more daisies,
I caught my shirt on a bush,
Immediately he crashed into a bench,
He kicked and knocked over the watering can,
I soaked my sandals in a puddle,
I used mud on the pedals.
“Ha-ha-ha,” said the gander,
Well, what a weirdo he is,
You have to drive on the path!
“Yes,” said the kitten Proshka,
– there’s no road at all!
The cat said: “He does a lot of harm!”
“Woof-woof-woof,” said Polkan,
- This boy is a bully!
Nosov's stories for children find new little readers and listeners every day. People begin to read Nosov’s fairy tales from childhood; almost every family keeps his books in their personal library.
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Our time is losing in terms of children's literature; it is rare to find books by new authors with truly interesting and meaningful fairy tales on store shelves, so we are increasingly turning to writers who have long established themselves. One way or another, we meet on our way Nosov’s children’s stories, which, once you start reading, you won’t stop until you get to know all the characters and their adventures.
How Nikolai Nosov began writing stories
Nikolai Nosov's stories partially describe his childhood, relationships with peers, their dreams and fantasies about the future. Although Nikolai's hobbies were completely unrelated to literature, everything changed when his son was born. The future famous children's author composed Nosov's fairy tales before bedtime for his child on the fly, inventing completely realistic stories from the lives of ordinary boys. It was these stories from Nikolai Nosov to his son that pushed the now adult man to write and publish small books.
After several years, Nikolai Nikolaevich realized that writing for children is the best activity that one can imagine. It’s interesting to read Nosov’s stories because he was not just an author, but also a psychologist and loving father. His warm, respectful attitude towards the children made it possible to create all these witty, lively and real fairy tales.
Nosov's stories for children
Every fairy tale by Nosov, every story is an everyday story about children's pressing problems and tricks. At first glance, Nikolai Nosov's stories are very comical and witty, but this is not their most important feature; what is more important is that the heroes of the works are real children with real stories and characters. In any of them you can recognize yourself as a child or your child. Nosov’s fairy tales are also pleasant to read for the reason that they are not cloyingly sweet, but are written in simple, understandable language with a child’s perception of what happens in each adventure.
I would like to note an important detail of all Nosov’s stories for children: they have no ideological background! For the tales of times Soviet power– this is a very nice little thing. Everyone knows that no matter how good the works of the authors of that era are, the “brainwashing” in them becomes quite boring and every year, with every new reader, it becomes more and more obvious. You can read Nosov’s stories absolutely calmly, without worrying that the communist idea will shine through every line.
Years go by, Nikolai Nosov has not been with us for many years, but his fairy tales and characters do not age. Sincere and amazingly kind heroes are begging to be included in all children's books.
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 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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