The dragoon's stories are short. Deniskin's stories by Viktor Dragunsky: all about the book

Victor Dragunsky Deniska's stories - this is the book we will analyze in detail today. I will give a brief summary of several stories and describe three films made based on these works. And I will share a personal review based on my impressions with my son. Whether you are looking for a good copy for your child or working on a reading diary with your younger student, I think in any case you will be able to find useful information in the article.

Hello dear blog readers. The book itself was purchased by me more than two years ago, but my son initially did not accept it. But at almost six years old, he listened with delight to stories from the life of the boy Denis Korablev, laughing heartily at the situations. And at 7.5 I was reading avidly, laughing and retelling the stories my husband and I liked. Therefore, I would immediately advise you not to rush into introducing this wonderful book. The child must grow to perceive it correctly, and then you can rest assured that it will make an indelible impression on him.

About the book Deniskin's stories by Viktor Dragunsky

Our copy was published by Eksmo publishing house in 2014. The book has a hard cover, stitched binding, 160 pages. Pages: dense snow-white offset, on which bright, large pictures are absolutely not visible. In other words, the quality of this publication is ideal, I can confidently recommend it. The book by Victor Dragunsky Deniska's stories is pleasant to hold in your hands. Having opened the cover, the child immediately finds himself in the world of adventures that await him on its pages. The illustrations made by Vladimir Kanivets accurately reflect the events of the stories. There are a lot of pictures, they are on every spread: large ones - on the whole page and small ones - several on the spread. Thus, the book becomes a real adventure that the reader experiences together with its main characters. Buy at Labyrinth, Ozone.

Deniskin's stories were included in the 100 books for schoolchildren recommended by the Ministry of Education, which once again confirms the advice about reading these works at or close to primary school age. The text in the book is a good size for both a child and a parent who cares about their eyesight.

Deniska's stories - contents

Victor Dragunsky wrote a series of stories about a boy Denis Korablev, who literally grows up before the reader’s eyes. What are they talking about?

At first we see Deniska as a sweet preschooler: inquisitive, sentimental. Then, like a primary school student who uses his inquisitive mind in various experiments, draws conclusions from his not always ideal behavior, and finds himself in funny situations. The main character of the stories was the son of the writer. His father, observing his interesting childhood and his experiences, created these beautiful works. They were first published in 1959, and the actions described in the book took place in the 50-60s of the last century.

What was included in this copy? Yes, quite a lot! I was very pleased with the list.

Now, let's talk about several works individually. This will help you make your choice if you have never read the book. Or he will help fill out the reading diary for grades 2-3, usually during this period reading is assigned for the summer.

About filling out the reader's diary

I’ll explain in just a few words: my son keeps notes about what he read, and I’ll write down his opinion in the article.
An example of such work was when my son worked with the work “Winter”.

In the child’s reading diary there are lines: date of start and end of reading, number of pages, author. I don’t see any point in entering this data here, because your student will read on other dates, in a different format. The author's name is the same in all the works we are talking about today. At the end a drawing is made. If you and your child read the story online, a spread of the book will help you, from which you can make a sketch if you wish. In what genre were “Deniska’s stories” written? This information may be needed when filling out the diary. Genre: literary cycle.

So, let's limit ourselves to the description:

• Name;
• plot (summary);
• main characters and their characteristics;
• What did you like about the work?

Deniska's stories – Amazing day

In the story, the guys assemble a rocket to fly into space. Thinking through all the details of its structure, they came up with a very impressive design. And although the friends understood that this was a game, they almost quarreled when deciding who would be the astronaut. It's great that their game ended well! (Parents have the opportunity to discuss safety measures here.) The fact is that the boys put New Year's firecrackers into the samovar pipe to simulate the takeoff of a rocket. And inside the rocket barrel there was an “astronaut”. Luckily for him, the fuse cord did not work and the explosion occurred after the boy left the “rocket”.

The events that Viktor Dragunsky described in this story took place on the day when German Titov flew into space. People listened to the news on the loudspeaker on the streets and rejoiced at such a great event - the launch of the second astronaut.

From the entire book, my son singled out this work, since his interest in astronomy does not fade to this day. Our lesson can be viewed in a separate article.

Name:
Amazing day
Summary:
The children wanted to build a rocket and launch it into space. They found a wooden barrel, a leaky samovar, a box, and at the end they brought pyrotechnics from home. They played cheerfully, each had their own role. One was a mechanic, another was a chief engineer, the third was a boss, but everyone wanted to be an astronaut and go on a flight. Denis became him and he could have died or remained disabled if the fuse cord had not gone out. But everything ended well. And after the explosion, everyone learned that the second cosmonaut, German Titov, had been launched into space. And everyone was happy.

Guys living in the same yard. Alenka is a girl in red sandals. Mishka is Deniska’s best friend. Andryushka is a red-haired boy of six years old. Kostya is almost seven. Denis - he came up with a plan for a dangerous game.

I liked the story. It’s good that although the boys quarreled, they found a way to continue the game. I'm glad no one exploded in the barrel.

Victor Dragunsky Deniska's stories - No worse than you circus people

In the story “No Worse than You Circus People,” Denis, who lived with his parents in the center of Moscow, unexpectedly ends up in the front row of the circus. He had with him a bag of tomatoes and sour cream, which his mother had sent for. In the chair next to him sat a boy, who turned out to be the son of circus performers, who was used as a “spectator from the audience.” The boy decided to play a trick on Deniska and invited him to switch places. As a result, the clown picked up the wrong boy and carried him under the circus big top. And tomatoes fell on the heads of the spectators. But everything ended well and our hero visited the circus more than once.

Review in the reader's diary

Name:
No worse than you circus people.
Summary:
While returning from the store, Deniska accidentally ends up at a circus performance. Next to him, in the first row, sat a circus boy. The guys argued a little, but then he suggested that Denis move to his seat so that the performance of the clown Pencil could be better seen. And he disappeared. The clown suddenly grabbed Deniska and they flew high above the arena. It was scary, and then the purchased tomatoes and sour cream flew down. It was the circus boy Tolka who decided to joke like that. In the end, the guys talked and remained friends, and Aunt Dusya took Denis home.
Main characters and their characteristics:
Denis is almost 9 years old and his mother already sends him alone to the grocery store. Aunt Dusya is a kind woman, a former neighbor who works in a circus. Tolya is a circus boy, he is cunning and his jokes are evil.
What I liked about the work:
I liked this story. There are many funny phrases in it: “she screamed in a whisper”, “she shook like a chicken on a fence.” It was funny to read about flying with a clown and falling tomatoes.

Deniska's stories – Girl on the ball

In the story “The Girl on the Ball,” Denis Korablev watched an interesting circus performance. Suddenly a girl appeared on stage who captured his imagination. Her clothes, her movements, her sweet smile - everything seemed beautiful. The boy was so fascinated by her performance that after it nothing seemed interesting. Arriving home, he told his father about the beautiful circus Thumbelina and asked him to go with him next Sunday to see her together.

The whole essence of the work can be reflected in this passage. How wonderful first love is!

And at that moment the girl looked at me, and I saw that she saw that I saw her and that I also saw that she saw me, and she waved her hand at me and smiled. She waved and smiled at me alone.

But as usual, parents have other things to do. Friends came to my father and a Sunday outing
canceled for another week. Everything would be fine, but it turned out that Tanechka Vorontsova left with her parents for Vladivostok and Denis never saw her again. It was a small tragedy, our hero even tried to persuade his dad to fly there on a Tu-104, but in vain.

Dear parents, I advise you to ask your young readers why, in their opinion, dad was silent all the time on the way home from the circus and at the same time squeezed the child’s hand. Dragunsky completed the work very correctly, but not everyone can understand its ending. We adults, of course, know the reason for the restraint of a man who realized the tragedy of his son in love, which occurred because of his unfulfilled promise. But it is still difficult for children to get into the recesses of an adult soul. Therefore, a conversation with explanations should be held.

Reader's diary

Name:
Girl on the Ball.
Summary:
Denis and his class came to a performance at the circus. There he saw a very beautiful girl performing on the ball. She seemed to him the most unusual of all the girls and he told his dad about her. Dad promised to go and watch the show together on Sunday, but plans changed because of Dad's friends. Deniska couldn't wait until next Sunday to go to the circus. When they finally arrived, they were told that tightrope walker Tanyusha Vorontsova had left with her parents for Vladivostok. Deniska and dad left without finishing the performance and returned home sad.
Main characters and their characteristics:
Deniska - he studies at school. His dad loves the circus, his work involves drawings. Tanya Vorontsova is a beautiful girl performing in the circus.
What I liked about the work:
The story is sad, but I still liked it. It’s a pity that Deniska couldn’t see the girl again.

Victor Dragunsky Deniskin's stories – Arbuzny Lane

The story “Watermelon Lane” cannot be ignored. It is perfect for reading on the eve of Victory Day, or simply for explaining to preschoolers and primary schoolchildren the topic of hunger during the war.

Deniska, like any child, sometimes does not want to eat this or that food. The boy is almost eleven years old, he plays football and returns home very hungry. It would seem that he could eat a bull, but mom puts milk noodles on the table. He refuses to eat and discusses this with his mother. And dad, hearing his son’s rednecks, returned his thoughts to his childhood, when there was a war and he really wanted to eat. He told Denis a story about how during a famine, near one store, he was given a broken watermelon. He ate it at home with a friend. And then the series of hungry days continued. Denis’s father and his friend Valka went to the alley near the store every day, hoping that they would bring watermelons and one of them would break again...

Our little hero understood his father’s story, he really felt it:

I sat and also looked out the window where dad was looking, and it seemed to me that I could see dad and his friend right there, how they trembled and waited. The wind beats on them, and the snow too, and they tremble, and wait, and wait, and wait... And this just made me feel terrible, and I grabbed my plate and quickly, spoon by spoon, swallowed it all, and tilted it then he went to his room, and drank the rest, and wiped the bottom with bread, and licked the spoon.

My review of the first book about the war that I read to my child can be read at. The blog also has a good selection and review for primary school age children.

Deniska's stories films

While reading the book to my son, I remembered that as a child I watched children’s films with similar plots. A lot of time passed, but I still took the risk of looking. I found it quite quickly and, to my surprise, in large quantities. I will present to your attention three films that my boy and I watched. But I want to warn you right away that reading a book cannot be replaced by a film, since in films plots are sometimes mixed from different stories.

Children's film – Funny stories

I’ll start with this film, since it contains stories from the book I described. Namely:

• Amazing day;
• It is alive and glowing;
• The secret becomes clear;
• Motorcycle racing along a steep wall;
• Dog Thieves;
• From top to bottom, diagonally! (this story is not in our book).

Children's film Deniska's stories – Captain

This film is only 25 minutes long and is based on the story “Tell Me About Singapore”. My son and I simply laughed until we cried when we read it in our book, but when watching the film we did not feel this humorous situation. At the end, the plot with the uncle-captain is supplemented from the story “Chicky-Bryk”, where Deniska’s dad showed magic tricks and Mishka believed in magic so much that he threw his mother’s hat out the window. In the film, the main character does the same trick with a captain's hat.

Children's film Deniska's stories

Although this film has the same name as our book, it does not contain a single story from it. To be honest, we liked him the least. This is a musical film with few words and many songs. And since I did not read these works to the child, he was not familiar with the plot. Stories included here:

• Exactly 25 kilos;
• Healthy thought;
• Grandmaster Hat;
• Twenty years under the bed.

To summarize, I will say that Victor Dragunsky Deniska’s stories are a book that is easy to read, unobtrusively teaches and educates, and gives the opportunity to laugh. It shows the multifaceted children's friendship, it is not embellished, it recognizes the actions of real children. My son and I liked the book and I am very glad that he has finally grown up to it.

Only a few days remain until the solemn September lineup.

First-graders feel especially anxious. What awaits them in the school world? Will they withstand the load? Will you like it? The parents are also worried: the baby has grown so quickly that it’s hard to believe.

This page is about the first day of school. Each of us has our own memories of him. Someone got lost in the crowd and cried while looking for their class, someone didn’t like their desk neighbor.

But over time, all sorts of little things and misunderstandings are erased from memory, by and large, only quiet sadness and dear faces of friends and loved ones remain.

Children's writer Viktor Golyavkin has a story, “How I Was Afraid,” about a first-grader who is so scared that, due to a misunderstanding, he ends up in a funny position. The famous artist Viktor Chizhikov also told how he went to school for the first time. In the story “Chiki-Bricks,” two friends tease a strict aunt in big glasses, not suspecting that this is their first teacher. Having learned about this, they flatly refuse to cross the threshold of the school.

The wonderful storyteller Viktor Dragunsky composed many funny stories about Deniska and his friends. His hero is also worried about the first of September. It’s good that he has tactful adults who help him get rid of unnecessary worries.

Alyosha, the hero of L. Voronkova’s story, on the way to school encounters many funny and interesting reasons for play and relaxation, but stoically withstands all temptations and appears at school on time.

But his namesake Alyosha Seroglazov, the hero of the story by Yuz Aleshkovsky, had no idea how difficult it was to study in first grade for an entire week for the first time in his life. On a day off, there is a reason to take stock: what was more in it - good or bad? Who is to blame if there was more bad things: himself or a coincidence of circumstances? Yes, it’s a shame to receive an offensive nickname at the very first school assembly in your life. But Alyosha copes with these difficulties on his own. And the little puppy Kysh, whom he and his dad bought at the bird market, helps to dispel the sadness.

First-grader Yulia Boriskina and six-year-old Dasha Vorobyova look very elegant and festive. Only in Dasha’s hands, in addition to her briefcase, is a soft toy, which she doesn’t want to part with. The girl goes to a class that has never existed at school before. The uniforms, textbooks, and lessons for the children in this class are completely different, not the same as for first-graders. Very soon Yulia Boriskina learns the role of periods and commas and truly understands the power of the team’s influence.

The writer Yuri Koval has surprisingly kind stories about the distant village of Chisty Dor and its inhabitants. Among them are Panteleevna, Mironikha, Uncle Zui, and the only first-grader in the village, Nyurka. For her birthday, the girl receives a variety of gifts, but most of all she enjoys binoculars - with teacher Alexei Stepanych they will look at the stars.

First-grader Seryozha always lost handkerchiefs, balls, but only once, he even wanted to write with a pencil, but the guys helped out. And the little heroine of V. Zheleznikov’s story “After Lessons” did not even suspect that the alphabet could not be learned in one day, so she found herself in a stupid position - her younger brother Seryozhka and the boy next door were laughing at her. It’s good that there are caring people nearby who will not ignore someone else’s misfortune, but will definitely help.

V. Golyavkin

How afraid I was

When I first went to school on September 1st for first grade, I was very afraid that they would immediately ask me something difficult. For example, they will ask: what is 973 and 772? Or: where is such and such a city, which I don’t know where it is. Or they’ll force me to read quickly, but I can’t, and they’ll give me a bad mark. Although my parents assured me that nothing like this would happen, I was still worried.

And so excited, confused, even scared, I entered the class, sat down at my desk and quietly asked my neighbor:

Can you write?

He shook his head.

Can you add 973 and 772?

He shook his head and looked at me in fear.

He was completely scared, he almost crawled under his desk - he couldn’t read at all.

At this time, the teacher asked me what my last name was, and I decided that they would now force me to quickly read or add large numbers, and said:

I do not know anything!

What don't you know? - the teacher was surprised.

I don't know anything! - I shouted in fear.

Do you know what your name is?

Don't know! - I said.

Don’t you know your last name or first name?

I do not know anything! - I repeated.

The class laughed.

Then I shouted through the noise and laughter:

I know my last name and my first name, but I don’t know anything else!

The teacher smiled and said:

Apart from your first and last name, no one will ask you anything else. None of you know almost anything yet. This is why you came to school, to study and know everything. From today we will begin to study with you.

Then I boldly said my last name and my first name.

It even became funny to me that I was afraid at first.

And my neighbor said his first and last name before he was asked.

V. Chizhikov

Chicky-bricky

Grishka Barlyaev and I are running along a dusty, sun-scorched road. And clouds of warm dust rise up from us, the breeze blows it to the side, and it seems to us that we are machines, so we rumble desperately.

I am ZIS-101! - I shout.

And I'm five-ton! - Grishka shouts.

ZIS-101 drives faster.

But a five-ton truck will take away more cucumbers! - Grishka laughs.

Brakes!

We've arrived!

And we slow down near the garden. These are the gardens of evacuees. It rained two days ago, and cucumbers should appear in our garden. The garden is small, Grisha and I quickly ran around it - only four cucumbers.

Well, nothing,” says Grishka. - We'll pick them up from other areas along the way.

And we rattled in the opposite direction.

Stop! Brakes! I see a cucumber! - I shout.

And I see! - Grishka shouts.

They picked a large cucumber, wiped the dust on their pants and crunched into the cool, slightly sour flesh.

Sit down. Silence, only somewhere high, high, birds are singing.

What are you doing here?! - was heard right next to our ears.

Grishka and I were thrown around like that. In front of us stood a thin woman wearing big glasses.
We looked at each other in silence for a moment until she startled us again:

Come on, get out of my garden! Chiki-briki!

We flew away about twenty meters like a bullet and stopped. Now we were torn apart by laughter.

Chicky-breeny! Chiki-briki! - we jumped.

But she stopped paying attention to us, and we ran home.

Then we often remembered this incident and called any danger that threatened us “Chiki-briki.”

Summer is over. September 1. In a clean shirt, with a field bag over my shoulder, I am sitting on the rubble, waiting for Grishka. Today we are going to school for the first time. I wait, I wait, Grishka is not there. All the kids passed by, one girl with a bouquet of daisies even ran at a trot. I think it's possible to be late. I go to Grishka’s house, I see him sitting in the window.

What are you doing?! - I shout to him. - Are you crazy, or what? We'll be late.

“I won’t go to school,” says Grishka.

How so?!

Do you know who our teacher is? Chiki-briki!

So I sat down. What to do?

I ran home, threw my bag on the bench, roared and told my mother that I wouldn’t go to school.

And she tells me:

Well, I’ll take you by the hand, like a little one.

When my mother dragged me to school, the lesson began. It’s quiet all around, only my roar can be heard in the yard. An old man came out of school with a broom in one hand and a bell in the other. He looked at me and shook his head.

You, mother, go, and I’ll take him to class.

I walked ahead, the old man pushed me in the back of the head with his dry palm. He stopped near the freshly painted door and knocked softly.

The teacher came out. Grishka was not mistaken - it was her.

The old man whispered to her:

Will you accept a latecomer?

It seemed to me that she was going to shout: “Come on, march out of my school!” Chiki-briki! But the teacher said:

Please come in, just don’t be late again,” and she smiled.

She was a very good teacher, my first teacher, and I will remember her all my life. Her name was Zoya Alexandrovna.

V. Dragunsky

First day

When the first of September arrived, I got up at night. Because I was afraid to oversleep. Everyone was still sleeping. I lay there for a long time with my eyes open. I lay there and lay there and almost fell asleep again. But then mom woke up. She began to iron my clean shirt. I quickly jumped up and began to get dressed. When dad saw me in my new uniform, he said:

A real general.

There was a crowd of children standing near the school. One hundred thousand. Everyone had flowers in their hands. Moms, dads and grandmothers stood aside. The children made noise, each to their own. I paired up with one boy. He was very handsome. All covered in freckles. Mouth to ear.

They bought me a lot of new things for school. A satchel, notebooks, pencils, a pen, a whole box of feathers. Also a pencil case and an eraser. The pencil case is very beautiful, all shiny. I smelled it, it smells like candy. He licked it, it turns out, sourly.

SCHOOL WORDS

When I wasn’t studying, I was completely stupid. I knew very few words. For example, I knew the words: mom, dad, no matter me, a Christmas tree was born in the forest. And he also knew nine or ten words. And at school there are all new words: blackboard, chalk, teacher, class, desk, bell, hot breakfast. It is very interesting!

My family is too small. Father, mother and me. This is because I myself am still small. And I will become big, and I will have a big family: dad, mom, grandfather, grandmother, sister, brother, son, daughter and four grandchildren.

TEACHER

The teacher came to class. She said:

Hello children! Let's be friends. Let's get acquainted. My name is Ksenia Alekseevna.

I said:

And my name is Denis.

The teacher said:

Very nice.

And the other guys shouted:

And my name is Masha!

And I'm Misha!

And I'm Tolya!

The teacher said:

That's good! I will call you all by name. What will you call me?

Tolya stood up and said:

We will call you Se-Sevna.

And the teacher laughed:

That's wrong! We must speak clearly and clearly: Ksenia Alekseevna. Got it?

WRITER

A writer came to us for the second lesson. He was cheerful and read funny stories. He composes them himself. For children. To make them laugh. Because laughing is good for your health. We all clapped after each story. And they shouted:

More! More! More!

Because we really liked his stories. He can write everything. And while he was reading, I was writing poetry.

I stood up and said:

I composed poems for you!

He said:

Please read!

And I read out loud:

Poetry. Write us a story
A story about Chapaev! End.

He said:

What good poems!

THE BALL FLYS AWAY

Then classes ended and I went home. My mother met me at school. She gave me a red ball on a string. It was very beautiful outside. Yellow leaves hung on the trees. The people were all cheerful. The policeman showed the cars where to go. He was wearing white gloves. My ball kept stretching upward, pulling the string as if it were alive. I released him. He flew. I raised my head and watched the red ball fly away into the blue-blue sky.

Ksenia Alekseevna gave us homework. Write four sticks. I took a notebook and wrote. At first, it turned out that the sticks were crawling downwards. Then I decided to rewrite. It turned out even worse. Now the sticks climbed up at an angle. Mom looked and said:

Your handwriting is bad. You won't understand anything. Just blah blah blah. You write properly. You're not trying at all. Try your best.

I sat down to write again. Mom said:

Why did you stick out your tongue?

I said:

That's what I'm trying to do!

TO SCHOOL TOMORROW

And then I played in the yard. I played for a long time. Finally mom looked out the window and called:

Denis! Go have dinner.

I am going home. For dinner I ate bread and butter and tea with milk. Then I began to undress. Dad asked:

Did you want to sleep? Why are you lying down?

I said:

Back to school tomorrow! It's time.

He smiled:

It's still early, seven o'clock. Don't be afraid, you'll have time to sleep.

I told him:

I go to bed so early because I want tomorrow to come sooner. I'll sleep quickly!

He laughed and said:

Well Goodnight then!

BEFORE BEDTIME

I lay in bed and kept trying to sleep. But sleep did not come to me. I kept thinking that I was studying and would soon be completely literate. First I will learn the entire ABC book. Letters from A to Z. And then I’ll learn all the syllables. Ma-ah. Ma. Meh. Mu. And so in six months we will go for a walk with dad. At first I will be silent, and then I will look at the sign and say, out of the blue:

Eggs, butter, milk.

Dad will say:

What, are you hungry? Do you want to eat?

And I will say:

No, I just read it. Look, it says on the sign!

Then dad will say:

Wow! Did you read it yourself?

Yes. And only six years.

Then dad will say:

How nice it is to walk down the street with an educated person!

L. Voronkova

I'm going to school!

The sun peeked through the window.

Alyosha, it's time to go to school!

“I’m already ready,” Alyosha answered. I took my school bag and took a bouquet of flowers as expected. And he went outside.

Alyosha, let's go to the river, they're building a dam there! - neighbor Arnika shouted to him.

Alyosha was even surprised.

Don't you see? I'm off to school!

And he passed by. Of course, it would be nice to run to the river and see the dam. But when will he?

As soon as he stepped onto the road, cars with bread caught up with him.

Hey, Alyosha,” the drivers shouted to him, “get in, let’s go for a ride!”

What's better? Sit in the cab and even put your hand on the steering wheel next to the driver’s hand and rush along the road!

Thank you! - Alyosha answered the drivers. “I’m going to school!”

And now the road went past the vegetable gardens. There, gardeners picked red tomatoes and green cucumbers from the beds. There were whole baskets of cucumbers and tomatoes.

Come here, Alyosha! - the gardeners called. - We'll treat you to fresh cucumbers!

Oh, ripe tomatoes are good, and cucumbers are so crunchy in your teeth!..

Thank you,” Alyosha answered, “I have no time, I’m going to school!”

I went out onto the field - there was no one. To the right are green winter trees, to the left is a forest. Now no one will call Alyosha, now he will quickly get to school.

But wings rustled overhead. Alyosha raised his head, and a whole flock of swallows were flying overhead.

Alyosha, Alyosha! - the swallows began to scream. - Look how our young children fly! Stop and admire!

“I can’t, I don’t have time,” Alyosha answered. - I'm going to school!

And if it weren’t for school, I would have looked at them for an hour. After all, he saw how these babies looked out of the nest.

Alyosha, Alyosha! - the hazel tree rustled in the forest. - Come quickly and look how many nuts I have! They are already ripe!

And the nuts, ripe, brown, are laughing on the branches, and the branches are bending down: just pick them!

When should I tear the nuts? - Alyosha answered. - After all, I’m going to school!

Alyosha, the mountain ash is ripe here, look how big it is!

Alyosha, Alyosha, the stumps are full of honey fungus! A whole basket from one stump!

But Alyosha quickened his pace and shouted with all his might:

Don't call me, I'm going to school!

And here is the school on the mountain. And the guys flock to her from all sides. And the bell rings.

And here Alyosha came to school. Just in time!

Yuz Aleshkovsky

Two briefcases and a whole week

It was my first day off, because for the first time in my life I spent a whole week in first grade.

I didn’t know how to start such a day, and so I decided to imitate my dad: when I woke up, I put my hands under my head and stared out the window.

Dad once said that on Sunday morning, since he doesn’t have to rush to work, he thinks about all sorts of things and how the whole week went. What was more in it - good or bad? And if there is more bad, then who is to blame for this: dad himself or, as he likes to say, a coincidence of circumstances?

There was more bad stuff in my first week of school. And not because of me, but because of circumstances that began to accumulate a long time ago.

If I had been born even two days later, I would have turned seven years old not on the thirty-first of August, but on the second of September, and I would not have been accepted into school. But dad already had to persuade the head teacher. And the head teacher agreed to accept me on a probationary period.

I was the youngest and smallest student in the entire school.

At Children's World they bought me the smallest uniform, but when I tried it on in the booth it turned out that it was too big. Mom asked to take off the uniform from an unborn first-grader who was standing in the window and smiling, but mom was persuaded to refuse this request and advised to change the uniform. They also gave her advice on what to feed me so that I would grow faster.

Mom shortened the trousers herself, and kept the cap in hot water all night, then pulled it over the pan and ironed it, but it still fell over my eyes.

In general, on the first of September I went to school, and at the very first break, the tallest boy in our class, Misha Lvov, measured me from head to toe with my own briefcase. He measured it and immediately gave me the nickname Twoportfolio. And he gave himself the nickname Tiger. Because of the surname Lvov. Even high school students got my nickname. During breaks they looked at me and were surprised:

Two briefcases!

Indeed, Two Briefcases!

They didn’t tease me, but still I felt the greatest resentment of all that I received in the nursery, in the kindergarten, in the yard and at home.

I would go somewhere to the side, not play with anyone, and I was so bored that I wanted to cry.

True, one day a high school student came up to me, stroked my head and said:

Two briefcases, don't hang your nose. The time will come, and you will become four briefcases, then five, and then eight. Look! And during recess, don’t stand in one place. Knead your bones. And don't be afraid of anyone. If they start to scare you, flare your nostrils. They'll leave right away. I've always done this. I am Olya.

“And I’m Alyosha,” I said, and Olya showed how to flare the nostrils.

But no matter how much I fanned them out later, it didn’t scare anyone, and my ears were buzzing with shouting:

Two briefcases! Two briefcases!

I hated Tigger for this nickname.

It was good for Dadaev. They called him Dada! Kapustin - Head of cabbage. Galya Pelenkin, as a Brazilian football player, is Pele. Gusev's name is Tega-tega, and he is very happy. Lenyu Katsa - Katso. One me - Two briefcases.

Nothing! Maybe over time they will all get tired of such a long nickname, and only Felya will remain from him. Felya! It's not bad...

So I lay there and thought, and suddenly I began to stare... In front of my window, in one place, just like a helicopter, a sparrow was hanging and suddenly - bang! He hit the glass, fell on the ledge, then jumped up again, fluttered and tried to peck at something.

Then I saw a large blue fly that flew into the room and wanted to fly back. She buzzed, darted around the glass, then fell silent, as if losing consciousness, and again began to spin on the glass, as if on a skating rink.

“Here’s a stupid sparrow,” I thought, “he sees a fly right next to his beak, but he can’t peck. He’s probably angry and wondering how suddenly, for no reason at all, such warm moving air became hard and cold. And the fly is surprised. that everything is transparent, but you can’t fly away.”

Suddenly the sparrow scattered once again and flew into the room through the window like a bullet. I screamed, waved the blanket - he got scared, made a circle near the ceiling, flew back and fluttered on the glass next to the fly.

And somehow I felt sorry for both the sparrow and the fly. Day off... The morning is so good, and they got caught...

I jumped out of bed and opened the window.

Go about your business, you fools! You won’t understand that it’s not the air around that has solidified, but the glass that’s transparent. But I understand, because I am a human!

So I said out loud, looked out the window, and I also wanted to go outside...

T. Chinareva

First-graders and zero-graders

Just yesterday Yulia Boriskina was small, but today she is already big. Because today is the first of September and Yulia Boriskina is going to school. In a uniform dress, like adult schoolgirls. In a beautiful white apron. With a white bow in a braid.

Boriskin's mother smiled. Papa Boriskin smiled. Grandma Boriskina smiled. How not to smile if you are seeing someone off to first class. For seven years the man was small. For seven years they sang lullabies to him. And so the man grew up. How not to smile!

Only Yulia was very serious. Because she was worried and thought: who will sit at her desk with her? And what is the teacher's name? And will they mark today?

Yulechka, maybe I can carry your briefcase? - suggested the grandmother.

Hard for you! - Mom objected. - I’d better carry the briefcase!

I must carry the briefcase! - Dad said decisively.

But Julia grabbed the handle of the briefcase tightly:

No! Me myself! I'm already big!

In the courtyard, the Boriskins ran into the Vorobyovs, neighbors from the fifth floor. All the smartly dressed Vorobyovs - dad, mom, grandfather and two grandmothers stood in a circle and argued.

Hello! - Yulina’s grandmother said loudly. - Look what a schoolgirl we have!

The Vorobyovs turned around, and grandfather exclaimed:

Oh, what a beautiful schoolgirl you have! Now look at ours!

The Vorobyovs parted, and the Boriskins saw that a frightened Dasha Vorobyova was standing in the circle of adults with a huge white bow, in a plaid skirt and a plaid vest. With a real briefcase that reaches to the ground. And a rubber pig in his hand.

She’s only six years old...” Yulina’s grandmother was surprised.

And she goes to the class of six-year-olds! - Dasha’s mother proudly remarked. - We just can’t talk ourselves out of leaving the toy pig at home...

We all went to school together. And on the way Dasha asked:

Do you know, Julia, what is the name of our class?

Julia didn't know. And just in case, I asked:

Preschool...

No,” Dasha shook her head. - It's called zero.

This means a class that has never existed at school before. The uniforms, textbooks, and lessons for the children in this class are completely different, not the same as for first-graders.

This is the amazing first day of September when Yulia Boriskina and Dasha Vorobyova went to school. A first-grader and a zero-grader.

All the schoolchildren came on the first of September with flowers. And zero-graders, and first-graders, and tenth-graders. There were so many flowers on this day! And asters, and carnations, and daisies, and chrysanthemums. Everyone wanted to quickly give a bouquet to their teacher.

The teacher of 1st "A" was Antonina Pavlovna. In the classroom, she sat the children at their desks. A boy and a girl. And a girl with a girl. Because there were more girls.

The class was beautiful and bright. Outside the windows is a school garden. In the school garden there are fathers, mothers, grandmothers and grandfathers. They look out the windows and wave their hands. It was as if the children sat not at their desks, but on an airplane. And now they will fly away.

Periods, commas

Snow has fallen, frost has fallen, the cat washes the nose of a puppy on a black back with snow...

Oh-oh-oh! - said Antonina Pavlovna - And for whom, I wonder, do they put periods and commas in books? Come on first!

It fell... snow fell... frost... The cat... washed... with snow... the puppy's nose...

I feel so sorry for this cat! - Antonina Pavlovna made a sad face. - Her paws are probably cold... And I feel sorry for this puppy. The owner must have lost it. And everyone in the city is not happy about the snow. They sit at home, look out the window and get angry... Come on, Yulia, let’s better imagine that you are a diesel locomotive driver.

The first-graders were busy and whispering. They did not understand why Yulia would be a diesel locomotive driver. After all, the poem only talks about snow, a cat and a puppy.

Our Yulia is driving a real diesel locomotive... - said Antonina Pavlovna, and Misha Lisichkin imagined that he was sitting not at the school window, but at the carriage window. - We drove away from Khabarovsk, and we met a small station. There are only two passengers on the platform. Grandmother and granddaughter. Yulia stopped the train for a minute so that her grandmother and granddaughter could board their carriage. Let's move on. We see a large train station. This is the city of Blagoveshchensk. The train takes longer here. While the water supply is being made, the bags with letters are being loaded into the mail car. So are punctuation marks. Point is a large station. The comma is small. Well, driver, move your diesel locomotive!

An old poplar with sparrows on its branches instead of fallen leaves flashed through the window. A group of zero-year students, who had already finished studying, went out for a walk. Tom the dog is the guys' faithful friend.

Snow fell, frost fell,
The cat washes its nose with snow.
The puppy has a black back
White snowflakes are melting.
The sidewalks are covered in snow,
Everything around is white and white!

Julia read poetry so well that the first graders saw a white school yard. Nulevichkov, who sculpted the snow woman. And white snow flakes on Tom's back. Everyone really wanted winter to come. I wanted it so bad... I really wanted it for my birthday!

Hello!

Vladik Ushakov walked along a long corridor. He was in a bad mood. Yesterday I played in the yard and went to bed late. In the morning, my mother barely woke me up.

Vladik walked, dragging his briefcase behind him, looking at the floor and not noticing anyone around. He didn’t even notice the teacher Antonina Pavlovna.

But she immediately noticed Vladik. She said loudly:

Hello, Vladik! Have you forgotten anything?

Vladik immediately began to remember what lessons he had today. Is it really physical education?

Did they tell you to bring skis? - he asked uncertainly.

What kind of skis? Today is drawing!

Then I haven't forgotten anything! - Vladik was delighted. - I always carry colored pencils in my briefcase.

Ah, Vladik, Vladik... - the teacher shook her head. I'm not talking about colored pencils at all!

Vladik did not understand anything. When I came to class, I emptied everything from my briefcase onto my desk. A ruler, an eraser, a simple pencil and colored... Everything for drawing is there. The album is in the closet; the attendants will hand it out.

Hello! - said Antonina Pavlovna. - Some children have become absent-minded; in the morning they forget to say “hello” at home...

Vladik Ushakov understood everything!

The next morning he went to school cheerful. The alarm clock woke him up on time. Vladik managed to do some exercises and eat dumplings for breakfast. In general, the mood is not the same as yesterday.

He ran up the stairs, jumped over two steps, noticed Antonina Pavlovna from a distance and shouted as loud as he could throughout the entire corridor:

Hello!

Vladik! - Antonina Pavlovna grabbed her head. - Is this what educated people do?

I said hello! - Vladik was surprised.

You deafened everyone with your scream... How did I say hello to you? “Hello, Vladik...” And I look straight into your eyes. And you immediately understand how glad I am to see you today.

Vladik lowered his head and decided that tomorrow he would correct his mistake.

The next day he did not shout across the entire corridor. He approached Antonina Pavlovna while she was talking with two teachers - one for singing and one from the first “B”.

Hello, Antonina Pavlovna! - Vladik said and even bowed his head as a sign of respect. He so wanted the teachers to see how well-mannered he was today and how glad he was to see Antonina Pavlovna.

But the teachers shook their heads, and Antonina Pavlovna sighed sadly and answered:

Hello, Vladik...

Vladik Ushakov never thought that it was so difficult to be polite.

What a strength the team is!

During the big break, Yulia Boriskina was walking up the school stairs. Third-grader Elnikov ran towards her. Before Yulia had time to step aside, Yelnikov ran into her, pushed her, and she hit her forehead painfully against the wall.

She ran after Elnikov. I caught up and grabbed him by the sleeve:

Why did you push me and didn't apologize? I got a headache because of you...

There is no need to get in the way! Get out! Otherwise you’ll earn another bump! Do you know how much one plus one is? - And Elnikov burst out laughing.

Wait a minute! - Julia threatened after the bully. - You will find out from me!

And she herself didn’t know what Elnikov needed to know.

Julia is walking along the corridor - there is a big bump, tears are falling. Meet Vladik Ushakov.

Why are you crying?

Yelnikov pushed...

Well, let's go! - Vladik said. - We'll show this Elnikov!

They found Elnikov in the dining room. He drank compote with shortbread.

Why do you hurt kids? - Vladik moved towards him.

Ha ha ha! - Yelnikov laughed loudly. - You saw how brave...

This is what he bragged about to his third grade class. And the third grade was silent. Even the third grader was afraid of Yelnikov. How can two kids cope with it?

Let Yulia and Vladik go to class.

Now let’s call Denis Semyonov and see how this Elnikov speaks! - Vladik reasoned on the way. - Denis is into boxing. He has a real pear at home, I saw it myself.

Only Yelnikov was not afraid of Denis Semenov. He pulled so hard on Denis’s jacket that a button came off.

The guys were very offended by Elnikov. They came to their 1st “A” and told us everything. Then all 1 “A” got angry with Elnikov and went to deal with him.

As soon as Yelnikov saw a group of guys, he stopped joking. And where did his courage go? And the third grade immediately stopped being afraid of him. They started laughing and pointing fingers.

Then the bell rang. The change is over. 1 “A” went to class.

Yelnikov sat quietly at his desk. Today he learned what a force it is - the collective. No bully can resist her.

Yu. Koval

Nyurka

Uncle Zueva's Nyurka was six years old. She was six years old for a long time. The whole year. And just in August Nyurka turned seven years old.

For Nyurkin’s birthday, Uncle Zuy baked wickets - these are cheesecakes with millet porridge - and invited guests. Me too.

I started getting ready to visit and just couldn’t figure out what to give Nyurka.

Buy two hundred grams of sweets,” says Panteleevna. - Pad.

No, we need something more serious here.

I began to sort through my things: a gun, boots, various topographical tools - nothing was suitable for a gift. Then he shook his backpack - he felt something heavy in the backpack. Yes, these are binoculars! Nice binoculars. Everything in it is intact, the glass is there, and the eyepieces rotate.

I wiped the binoculars with a dry cloth, went out onto the porch and pointed them at Uncle Zuev’s yard. You can clearly see everything: Nyurka is running around the garden, collecting dill, Uncle Zui is setting up the samovar.

Nyurka! - Uncle Zuy shouts. - Did you dig up some horseradish?

It’s no longer through binoculars, I can hear it that way.

I dug it up,” Nyurka answers.

I hung the binoculars on my chest, went into the store, bought two hundred grams of pads and moved towards Nyurka.

The most diverse people have already gathered. For example. Fedyusha Mironov came in chrome boots and with his mother, Mironikha. Nyurke brought a pencil case made of birch bark. Mirosh’s grandfather wove this pencil case.

Manya Kletkina came and brought Nyurka a white school apron. On the apron it is embroidered in the corner with small letters: “NURE”.

More kids and adults came, and everyone gave us something for school: an ABC book, a ruler, two chemistry pencils, a self-writing paper.

Aunt Ksenya brought a brown dress. I sewed it myself. And Uncle Zui gave Nyurka a briefcase made of yellow leatherette.

The Mokhov brothers brought two buckets of blueberries.

They spent the whole day collecting, they say. Mosquitoes sting.

Mnronikha says:

This is not school stuff.

Why not school? - say the Mokhov brothers. - Very school-like.

And then they attacked the blueberries themselves.

I say to Nyurka:

Well, Nyura. Congratulations. You are now seven years old. Therefore, I give you two hundred grams of pads - and here are binoculars.

Nyurka was very happy and laughed when she saw the binoculars. I explained to her how to look through binoculars and how to point at what. Immediately all the guys ran ten steps away and began to look at us through these binoculars one by one.

And Mironikha says as if she’s seeing binoculars for the first time:

This is not school stuff.

Why not school? - I was offended. - Since a schoolgirl will look at it!

And Uncle Zui says:

Or with teacher Alexey Stepanych they will climb onto the roof and begin to look at the stars.

Then everyone went into the house and immediately, as they sat down at the table, they piled on the cucumbers.

There was a strong crunch from the cucumbers, and Mother Mironikha tried especially hard. And I liked the gates folded with envelopes.

Nyurka was cheerful. She put the primer, binoculars and other gifts in her briefcase and rushed around the table with it.

After drinking tea, the guys went into the yard to play lapta. And we sat by the window and drank tea for a long time, and watched how the guys played lapta, how slowly the evening came and how the killer whale swallows flew over the barns and over the road. Then the guests began to leave.

Well, thank you, they said, for the treat.

“Thank you,” Nyurka answered, “thank you for the dress, for the apron and for the binoculars.”

A week passed after this day, and the first of September arrived.

Early in the morning I went out onto the porch and saw Nyurka. She walked along the road in a school dress, in a white apron with the inscription: “NURE.” In her hands she held a large bouquet of autumn golden balls, and binoculars hung around her neck.

Uncle Zui walked behind her about ten paces and shouted:

Look, Pantelevna! My Nyurka went to school.

Well, well, well,” Panteleevna nodded.

And everyone went out into the street to look at Nyurka, because that year she was the only first-grader in our village. Our village is small - ten yards.

Teacher Alexey Stepanych met Nyurka near the school. He took the flowers from her and said:

Well, Nyura, you are now a first grader. Congratulations. And what she brought with her binoculars was also a good job. Then we will climb onto the roof and look at the stars.

Uncle Zui, Panteleevna, Mironikha and many other people stood at the school and watched Nyurka walk along the porch. Then the door closed behind her.

That’s how Nyurka became a first-grader. Of course, she is seven years old. And it will be for a long time. The whole year.

Yu. Ermolaev

Answered!

First-grader Seryozha never lost anything in his life: handkerchiefs, balls, even his cap. But I lost my pen and feather for the first time. And where did she go? Now the lesson will begin, you will need to write letters. With what? Now the teacher entered the class.

Take out your notebooks and pens,” she said, “let’s learn to write the letter “R.” - And she beautifully wrote this very letter on the board. - What words do you know starting with the letter “R”? - asked the teacher and turned to Seryozha: - Come on, remember what you are going to write with now?

Then all the guys shouted:

He will write with a pen! With a pen!

“But not with a pen, but with a pencil,” Seryozha objected, “I lost the pen.”

Anna Ivanovna,” said Shurik Paykov, “can I give Seryozha a pen?” I have a spare one.

Of course, give it,” the teacher said and asked Seryozha again: “And you, Smirnov, still tell us a word that begins with the letter “R.”

Seryozha thought, and then poked his finger in his chest and said:

Confused!

V. Zheleznikov

After lessons

After school I ran into first grade. I wouldn’t run into them, but a neighbor asked me to look after her son. After all, it’s the first of September, the first day of school.

I ran in, and the class was already empty. Everybody left. I wanted to turn around and go. And suddenly I see: there is some kind of button sitting on the last desk, it’s almost invisible from behind the desk.

It was a girl, not the boy I was looking for. As befits first-graders, she was wearing a white apron and white bows.

It's strange that she was sitting alone. Everyone has gone home and, perhaps, is already eating broths and milk jelly there and telling their parents miracles about school, but this one sits and doesn’t know what it is waiting for.

Girl, I say, why don’t you go home?

No attention.

Maybe she lost something?

It is silent and sits like a stone statue, not moving.

I do not know what to do. I went up to the board, figured out how to move this “stone statue”, and slowly drew.

I drew a first-grader who came home from school and is having lunch. Then - mom, dad and two grandmothers. He chews, devours both cheeks, and they look into his mouth. It turned out to be a funny picture.

And you and I, I say, are hungry. Isn't it time for us to go home?

No, he answers. - I'm not going home.

So, are you going to spend the night here?

I looked back at my painting and my stomach began to growl. I wanted to eat.

Well, this crazy one! He left the class and walked. But then my conscience bothered me, and I returned back.

“You,” I say, “if you don’t tell me why you’re sitting here, I’ll call the school doctor now.” And he says one or two: “Ambulance”, siren - and you’re in the hospital.

I decided to scare her. I'm afraid of this doctor myself. He always says: “Breathe, don’t breathe...” And he puts the thermometer under his arm. Cold as an icicle.

“Well, good,” he answers. - I'll go to the hospital.

“Can you tell me,” I shouted, “what happened to you?”

My brother is waiting for me. He's sitting in the yard.

I looked out into the yard. Indeed, there was a little boy sitting on the bench.

So what?

And the fact that I promised him that I would learn all the letters today.

“You have a strong promise,” I said. - The whole alphabet in one day?! Maybe you will finish school in one year then? Strong to lie!

I didn't lie, I just didn't know.

I see she's about to cry. She lowered her eyes and turned her head somehow incomprehensibly.

Letters are taught throughout the year. This is not a simple matter.

Our mom and dad have gone far away, and Seryozha, my brother, misses him a lot. And I told him: “I’ll go to school, learn all the letters, and we’ll write a letter to mom and dad.” And he told all the boys in the yard. And today we wrote sticks all day.

Sticks, I say, are good, they’re just wonderful! You can make letters out of sticks. - I went up to the board and wrote the letter “A”. Printed. - This is the letter “A”. It is made of three sticks. Letter hut.

I never thought that I would be a teacher! But it was necessary to distract her so that she wouldn’t cry.

“And now,” I say, “let’s go to your brother, and I’ll explain everything to him.”

We went out into the yard and headed towards her brother. They walked like little ones, holding hands. She put her hand in my hand. Her palm is soft, her fingers are padded, and warm.

Now, I think, if any of the guys see it, they will laugh. But you can’t throw her hand away, you’re a human.

And this important Seryozha sits and dangles his legs. Pretends not to see us.

Listen, I say, old man. How can I explain this to you... Well, in general, to learn the entire alphabet, you need to study for a whole year. This is not such an easy matter.

So you haven't learned it? - He looked defiantly at his sister. - There was nothing to promise.

“We wrote sticks all day,” the girl said despairingly. - And letters are made from sticks.

But he didn't listen to her. He crawled off the bench, put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head low and began to walk like a duck.

He didn't notice me at all. And I'm tired of: mess around here when you want! I was always getting involved in other people's affairs.

I learned the letter "A". It's written as a hut! - the girl shouted at her brother’s back.

But he didn't even look back. Then I caught up with him.

“Listen,” I say, “what’s her fault? Science is a complex matter. Will you go to school

You'll find out for yourself. Do you think Gagarin or Titov mastered the entire alphabet in one day? Also, oh-oh, how we sweated. And your hands have given up.

“I spent the whole day composing a letter to my mother as a souvenir,” he said.

He had such a sad face, and I thought that it was a shame that his mother left him alone. Since you are planning to go to Siberia, take your children with you. They will not be afraid of long distances or severe frosts.

Just think, it’s a disaster, I say. - I will come to you today after lunch and draw everything on paper under your dictation in the best possible way.

That's good! - said the girl. - We live in this house behind an iron fence. Really, Seryozha, okay?

Okay,” Seryozha answered. - I'll be waiting.

I saw them enter the yard and their figures flashed between the iron bars of the fence and green bushes.

And then I heard a loud, malicious boyish voice:

Seryozhka, well, has your sister learned all the letters?

I saw that Seryozha stopped, and his sister ran into the entrance.

To learn the alphabet, do you know how much you need to study? - said Seryozha. - You have to study for a whole year.

That means your letters were crying,” said the boy. - And your Siberia cried.

“We didn’t cry at all,” Seryozha answered. - I have a friend, he has not been in first grade for a long time, he will come to us today and write a letter.

“You’re lying,” said the boy. - Oh, and you’re great! Well, what's your friend's name?

There was silence.

Another minute - and the victorious, triumphant exclamation of the malicious boy should have been heard, but I did not allow this to happen.

I climbed onto the stone foundation of the fence and stuck my head between the bars.

By the way, his name is Yurka,” I said.

This boy's mouth opened in surprise. But Seryozha said nothing. He wasn't the type to hit people when they're down.

And I jumped to the ground and went home. I don’t know why, but I was in a good mood. It was fun at heart - that's all. I was in a great mood. I even wanted to sing.

“It’s alive and glowing...”

One evening I sat in the yard, near the sand, and waited for my mother. She probably stayed late at the institute, or at the store, or maybe stood for a long time at the bus stop. Don't know. Only all the parents in our yard had already arrived, and all the kids went home with them and were probably already drinking tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there...

And now the lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio began to play music, and dark clouds moved in the sky - they looked like bearded old men...

And I wanted to eat, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and would not be late and not made her sit on the sand and get bored.

And at that time Mishka came out into the yard. He said:

- Great!

And I said:

- Great!

Mishka sat down with me and picked up the dump truck.

- Wow! - said Mishka. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up sand himself? Not yourself? And he leaves on his own? Yes? What about the pen? What is it for? Can it be rotated? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me at home?

I said:

- No I will not give. Present. Dad gave it to me before he left.

The bear pouted and moved away from me. It became even darker outside.

I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother came. But she still didn’t go. Apparently, I met Aunt Rosa, and they stand and talk and don’t even think about me. I lay down on the sand.

Here Mishka says:

- Can you give me a dump truck?

- Get off it, Mishka.

Then Mishka says:

– I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for it!

I speak:

– Compared Barbados to a dump truck...

- Well, do you want me to give you a swimming ring?

I speak:

- It's broken.

- You will seal it!

I even got angry:

- Where to swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?

And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:

- Well, it wasn’t! Know my kindness! On the!

And he handed me a box of matches. I took it in my hands.

“You open it,” said Mishka, “then you will see!”

I opened the box and at first I didn’t see anything, and then I saw a small light green light, as if somewhere far, far away from me a tiny star was burning, and at the same time I myself was holding it in my hands.

“What is this, Mishka,” I said in a whisper, “what is this?”

“This is a firefly,” said Mishka. - What, good? He's alive, don't think about it.

“Bear,” I said, “take my dump truck, would you like it?” Take it forever, forever! Give me this star, I’ll take it home...

And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at it, looked and couldn’t get enough of it: how green it was, as if in a fairy tale, and how close it was, in the palm of my hand, but shining as if from afar... And I couldn’t breathe evenly, and I heard my heart beating and there was a slight tingling in my nose, as if I wanted to cry.

And I sat like that for a long time, a very long time. And there was no one around. And I forgot about everyone in this world.

But then my mother came, and I was very happy, and we went home. And when they started drinking tea with bagels and feta cheese, my mother asked:

- Well, how is your dump truck?

And I said:

- I, mom, exchanged it.

Mom said:

- Interesting! And for what?

I answered:

- To the firefly! Here he is, living in a box. Turn out the light!

And mom turned off the light, and the room became dark, and the two of us began to look at the pale green star.

Then mom turned on the light.

“Yes,” she said, “it’s magic!” But still, how did you decide to give such a valuable thing as a dump truck for this worm?

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” I said, “and I was so bored, but this firefly, it turned out to be better than any dump truck in the world.”

Mom looked at me intently and asked:

- And in what way, in what way is it better?

I said:

- How come you don’t understand?! After all, he is alive! And it glows!..

Glory to Ivan Kozlovsky

I only have A's on my report card. Only in penmanship is a B. Because of the blots. I really don't know what to do! Blots always jump off my pen. I only dip the very tip of the pen into ink, but the blots still jump off. Just some miracles! Once I wrote a whole page that was pure, pure, and delightful to look at—a real A page. In the morning I showed it to Raisa Ivanovna, and there was a blot in the very middle! Where did she come from? She wasn't there yesterday! Maybe it was leaked from some other page? Don't know…

And so I have only A's. Only a C in singing. This is how it happened. We had a singing lesson. At first we all sang in chorus “There was a birch tree in the field.” It turned out very beautifully, but Boris Sergeevich kept wincing and shouting:

– Pull out your vowels, friends, pull out your vowels!..

Then we began to draw out the vowels, but Boris Sergeevich clapped his hands and said:

– A real cat concert! Let's deal with each one individually.

This means with each individual separately.

And Boris Sergeevich called Mishka.

Mishka went up to the piano and whispered something to Boris Sergeevich.

Then Boris Sergeevich began to play, and Mishka quietly sang:

Like on thin ice
A little white snow fell...

Well, Mishka squeaked funny! This is how our kitten Murzik squeaks. Is that really how they sing? Almost nothing can be heard. I just couldn't stand it and started laughing.

Then Boris Sergeevich gave Mishka a high five and looked at me.

He said:

- Come on, laugher, come out!

I quickly ran to the piano.

- Well, what will you perform? – Boris Sergeevich asked politely.

I said:

– Song of the Civil War “Lead us, Budyonny, boldly into battle.”

Boris Sergeevich shook his head and began to play, but I immediately stopped him:

- Please play louder! - I said.

Boris Sergeevich said:

- You won't be heard.

But I said:

- Will. And how!

Boris Sergeevich began to play, and I took in more air and started drinking:

High in the clear sky
The scarlet banner flutters...

I really like this song.

I can see the blue, blue sky, it’s hot, the horses are clattering their hooves, they have beautiful purple eyes, and a scarlet banner is flying in the sky.

At this point I even closed my eyes with delight and shouted as loud as I could:

We are racing there on horseback,
Where is the enemy visible?
And in a delightful battle...

I sang well, probably even heard on the other street:

A swift avalanche! We are rushing forward!.. Hurray!..

Reds always win! Retreat, enemies! Give it!!!

I pressed my fists on my stomach, it came out even louder, and I almost burst:

We crashed into Crimea!

Then I stopped because I was all sweaty and my knees were shaking.

And although Boris Sergeevich was playing, he was somehow leaning towards the piano, and his shoulders were also shaking...

I said:

- Well, how?

- Monstrous! – Boris Sergeevich praised.

- It's a good song, isn't it? – I asked.

“Good,” said Boris Sergeevich and covered his eyes with a handkerchief.

“It’s just a pity that you played very quietly, Boris Sergeevich,” I said, “you could have been even louder.”

“Okay, I’ll take it into account,” said Boris Sergeevich, “But you didn’t notice that I played one thing, and you sang a little differently!”

“No,” I said, “I didn’t notice it!” Yes, it doesn’t matter. I just needed to play louder.

“Well,” said Boris Sergeevich, “since you didn’t notice anything, let’s give you a three for now.” For diligence.

How about a three? I was even taken aback. How can this be? Three is very little! Mishka sang quietly and then got an A... I said:

- Boris Sergeevich, when I rest a little, I can be even louder, don’t think so. I didn't have a good breakfast today. Otherwise I can sing so hard that everyone’s ears will be covered. I know one more song. When I sing it at home, all the neighbors come running and ask what happened.

- What is this? – asked Boris Sergeevich.

“Compassionate,” I said and started:

I loved you…
Love still, perhaps...

But Boris Sergeevich hastily said:

“Okay, okay, we’ll discuss all this next time.”

And then the bell rang.

Mom met me in the locker room. When we were about to leave, Boris Sergeevich approached us.

“Well,” he said, smiling, “perhaps your boy will be Lobachevsky, maybe Mendeleev.” He may become Surikov or Koltsov, I would not be surprised if he becomes known to the country, as Comrade Nikolai Mamai or some boxer is known, but I can assure you absolutely firmly of one thing: he will not achieve the fame of Ivan Kozlovsky. Never!

Mom blushed terribly and said:

– Well, we’ll see about that later!

And when we walked home, I kept thinking: “Does Kozlovsky really sing louder than me?”

Hello. today I want to tell you a truly strange and exciting story from my life.

a story about love that didn't end well.

a story about life in which the Internet occupied the most significant and highest place for about 4 years.

I will remain anonymous in names, dates and ages, since I am just trying to write anything at all.

Today was a wonderful day. day of change. changes in appearance, clothing and worldview. I changed my wardrobe, before thinking about what is really important and necessary in this life.

and my thought began with a guy. Oddly enough, it was with him that I started the whole conversation with myself. We broke up a long time ago and the only thing that gives us memories is the Internet. Yes, he was far from me, but that made our love no less weak than someone else’s real love.

It all started with a banal hello, continued with friendship, and then there was an interesting story of an ordinary girl from a small town who was given the whole world.

communication for days on end, care, jealousy and

tenderness.

everything was fine until that moment. until the moment when I myself decided to confess my feelings to him. after that message, I felt an endless fire in my chest and shaking hands. it was so strange and new. After all, how can a person get hooked from the Internet? and like this. usually. it's that simple. Almost every girl has gone through sympathy/love on the Internet, and these feelings cannot be described in words.

two month. I waited for 61 whole days for his response. he hesitated and tossed around, did not understand what to do and how to deal with the girls who liked him. yes, now I understand that it was stupid to wait for something, but then the feelings turned my head and I waited. or maybe not feelings, but I just knew that he was in love with me too.

and so our story began. a story full of sadness and pain, tears and sadness, separation and torment, as well as joy and laughter.

there was a lot. I don’t want to describe everything because it will only be interesting to me. but I would like to tell you how he

he was jealous of me like a little boy for every post and non-post;

missed me if I didn’t go online for more than two hours;

kicked off all the girls and forgot his friends with an exclamation that he had a beloved;

and how he called me his. yours, do you understand?

I was his and this incomparable feeling of victory over the world, over distance, over everything.

but not everything was so smooth. every jealousy was followed by a quarrel. and behind every “I miss” there was a “where were you and with whom?”

I was jealous myself, even more often than he was. stronger. burning. because I know how much the girls liked him and how they longed to communicate with him.

I was jealous, not listening to the fact that he loved me, and this ruined me.

I didn’t notice how I overdid it and our relationship ended with a quarrel and began with a quarrel from MY jealousy.

terrible feeling of loss now. the loss was because of me.

So much time has passed, but I remember our quarrel down to the smallest detail: the cause, consequences, actions and everything, everything.

Because of one line, I destroyed all the happiness that I had.

for half a year. For six months we suffered for each other, and all because of my bad character. a few words and nothing. at all.

Six months later we were reconciled by a mutual friend. Yes, he saw how we were both trying to clumsily forget each other and simply pushed us to do something that we didn’t dare to do on our own. written off - yes, that’s how it was. We were both bored.

It seems like, well, everyone has made peace and everything is fine, what else is needed? but after a while without communication, we lost all topics for conversation and there was nothing to talk about except “I missed you.” Imagine, just recently you could make any talk out of a molehill, but now there’s nothing to talk about. there's just nothing to talk about.

They broke up again so as not to meet, but they loved as best they could.

For some time we were again far from each other. he lived his own life, tried to arrange his personal one, but I didn’t try anymore and knew that I wouldn’t get away from him.

He has a new girlfriend, and I feel bad - I’m thirsty. and I go to drink, to wash away my grief about him.

and do you know what happened? I wrote to him. Yes, I wrote about how I miss him, how bad I feel without him.

either he’s a fool, or I’m a fool - but every time all the girls walked far away and we talked again for days on end. beautiful days, months.

it always doesn't last long. maybe a couple of days, or maybe a month and we are trying to forget each other again.

yeah, that's it. nothing unusual, just regular internet, but so many emotions.

and now we have made peace and he is nearby while I am writing all this.

only he doesn’t suspect that I’m writing. especially about him.

he has a new girlfriend and I'm trying to give it a go with a real life boy.

We are trying to show that we are happy with them, but I see how what he holds inside breaks out through him.

and it hurts me so much because

I'm holding on too.

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“Tomorrow is the first of September,” said my mother. - And now autumn has come, and you will go to second grade. Oh, how time flies!..

“And on this occasion,” dad picked up, “we will now “slaughter” a watermelon!”

And he took a knife and cut the watermelon. When he cut, such a full, pleasant, green crack was heard that my back went cold with anticipation of how I would eat this watermelon. And I was already opening my mouth to grab a pink slice of watermelon, but then the door swung open and Pavel entered the room. We were all terribly happy, because he had not been with us for a long time and we missed him.

I came home from the yard after football, tired and dirty like I don’t know who. I had fun because we beat house number five 44-37. Thank God there was no one in the bathroom. I quickly rinsed my hands, ran into the room and sat down at the table. I said:

Mom, I can eat a bull now.

A poster appeared near our house, so beautiful and bright that it was impossible to pass by it indifferently. It had various birds drawn on it and said, “Songbird Show.” And I immediately decided that I would definitely go and see what kind of news this was.

And on Sunday, at about two in the afternoon, I got ready, got dressed and called Mishka to take him with me. But Mishka grumbled that he got a D in arithmetic - that's one thing, and a new book about spies - that's two things.

Then I decided to go myself. Mom let me go willingly because I was bothering her with cleaning, and I went. Songbirds were shown at the Exhibition of Achievements, and I easily got there by subway. There was almost no one at the ticket office, and I handed twenty kopecks through the window, but the cashier gave me a ticket and returned ten kopecks back because I was a schoolboy. I really liked this.

One day I was sitting and sitting and out of the blue I suddenly thought of something that surprised even myself. I thought that it would be so good if everything around the world were arranged in reverse. Well, for example, for children to be in charge in all matters and adults would have to obey them in everything, in everything. In general, so that adults are like children, and children are like adults. That would be wonderful, it would be very interesting.

Firstly, I imagine how my mother would “like” such a story, that I walk around and command her as I want, and my dad would probably “like” it too, but there’s nothing to say about my grandmother. Needless to say, I would remember everything to them! For example, my mother would be sitting at dinner, and I would tell her:

“Why did you start a fashion for eating without bread? Here's more news! Look at yourself in the mirror, who do you look like? Looks like Koschey! Eat now, they tell you! - And she would start eating with her head down, and I would just give the command: - Faster! Don't hold it by the cheek! Are you thinking again? Are you still solving the world's problems? Chew it properly! And don’t rock your chair!”

During recess, our October leader Lyusya ran up to me and said:

– Deniska, will you be able to perform in the concert? We decided to organize two kids to be satirists. Want?

I speak:

- I want it all! Just explain what satirists are.

Although I am already in my ninth year, I only realized yesterday that I still need to learn my lessons. Whether you love it or not, whether you like it or not, whether you are lazy or not, you still have to learn your lessons. This is the law. Otherwise, you can get into such a mess that you won’t recognize your own people. For example, I didn’t have time to do my homework yesterday. We were asked to learn a piece from one of Nekrasov's poems and the main rivers of America. And instead of studying, I launched a kite into space in the yard. Well, he still didn’t fly into space, because his tail was too light, and because of this he spun like a top. This time.

I will never forget this winter evening. It was cold outside, the wind was strong, it cut your cheeks like a dagger, the snow was spinning with terrible speed. It was sad and boring, I just wanted to howl, and then dad and mom went to the movies. And when Mishka called on the phone and called me to his place, I immediately got dressed and rushed to him. It was light and warm there and a lot of people had gathered, Alenka came, followed by Kostya and Andryushka. We played all the games and it was fun and noisy. And at the end Alenka suddenly said:

Once we went to the circus as a whole class. I was very happy when I went there, because I was almost eight years old, and I had only been to the circus once, and that was a very long time ago. The main thing is that Alenka is only six years old, but she has already managed to visit the circus three times. This is very disappointing. And now the whole class went to the circus, and I thought how good it was that I was already big and that now, this time, I would see everything properly. And at that time I was little, I did not understand what a circus was. That time, when the acrobats entered the arena and one climbed on the head of the other, I laughed terribly, because I thought that they were doing this on purpose, for laughs, because at home I had never seen grown men climbing on each other. And this didn’t happen on the street either.

Either I wanted to be an astronomer, so I could stay awake at night and watch distant stars through a telescope, and then I dreamed of becoming a sea captain, so that I could stand with my legs apart on the captain’s bridge, and visit distant Singapore, and buy a funny monkey there.

Deniskin's stories by Viktor Dragunsky

Viktor Dragunsky has wonderful stories about the boy Deniska, which are called “ Deniska's stories" Many children read these funny stories. You can say that a huge number of people grew up on these stories, " Deniska's stories“are unusually exactly similar to our society, both in its aesthetic aspects and in its factuality. The phenomenon of universal love for stories by Victor Dragunsky is explained quite simply. By reading small but quite meaningful stories about Deniska, children learn to compare and contrast, fantasize and dream, analyze their actions with funny laughter and enthusiasm.

Dragunsky's stories distinguished by love for children, knowledge of their behavior, and emotional responsiveness. Deniska’s prototype is the author’s son, and the father in these stories is the author himself. V. Dragunsky wrote not only funny stories, many of which most likely happened to his son, but also a little instructive. Good and good impressions remain after thoughtful read Deniska's stories, many of which were later filmed. Children and adults reread them many times with great pleasure. In our collection you can read an online list of Deniska’s stories and enjoy their world in any free minute.