A story about a talking dog (10 pages). Mikhail Loskutov a story about a talking dog Dragoon topsy-turvy summary

Subject: V. Dragunsky. "Inside out"

Goals:

Create conditions for the development of skills to independently predict the content of a text based on the title, author’s surname,

To promote the development of students’ skills to summarize acquired knowledge, conduct analysis, and draw the necessary conclusions

Create conditions for the formation of respectful attitude towards your family members.

During the classes

1 Organizational moment.

2. Checking homework.

1.What did mom bring from the store?

a) minced meat b) potatoes

b) pasta d) chicken

2.What did Deniska want to draw?

a) squirrel b) car

b) sewing machine d) wood

3.How many dishes can you prepare from chicken?

a) less than a hundred b) more than a hundred

b) ten d) one hundred

4.What did you decide to cook from the chicken?

a) “tabaka” chicken c) cutlets

b) broth d) fried chicken

5.What does the expression “simpler than a steamed turnip” mean?

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6.What did you use to rub Denisk’s chicken?

a) a cloth b) a sponge

b) hand d) brush

7.What kind of soap did you wash the chicken with?

a) raspberry c) strawberry

b) lemon d) strawberry

8.What did dad sit on?

a) stool b) chair

b) chair d) table

9.What did dad get from under the locker?

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10. What did mom wear?

a) apron c) scarf

b) robe d) dress

3. Breathing exercises.

Exercise "Ball"

The teacher asks the children to imagine that they are balloons. On the count: one, two, three, four, the children take four deep breaths and hold their breath. Then slowly exhale on the count of 1-8.

Exercise "Candle".

4.Speech warm-up.

a.Learn to pronounce sounds clearly.

cha – cha – cha – it’s burning in the room ________;

chu - chu - chu - with a hammer I _________;

och - och - och - came ________.

b.Read without errors.

Say it quickly.

The student learned his lessons,

His cheeks are inky.

5. Working with the text by V. Dragunsky “Topsy-turvy”

A. Presentation about the life and work of V. Dragunsky

B. Primary reading (audio recording)

B. Checking primary perception

Why did you laugh when you listened to the story?

So what is this story? (Humorous.)

– What did Deniska dream about?

Lexical work:

how much is a pound - to experience great difficulties;

when I eat, I am deaf and dumb - silent;

they would sit like silk - completely following anyone’s orders, very obedient.

IN.Repeated reading aloud (combined: children and teacher).

1) Pay attention to the words in quotation marks “liked” this story.

2) - Deniska would like to “remember” everything to his mother, father and grandmother, and we will discuss what exactly “everything” is as we read.

3) - Deniska does not come up with his own words addressed to everyone, but repeats what his family usually tells him in certain situations. And when these adult words are addressed to adults on behalf of the child, it turns out very funny.

4) -In the last paragraph, mom repeats her words with which Deniska mentally addresses her.

G. General conversation.

What did Deniska dream about?

Why did Deniska want to be an adult?

(I wanted to be in charge, to command, I didn’t like being bossed around by adults.)

What did Deniska want to tell his mother? Read

What did Deniska want to tell dad? Read

What did Deniska dream of telling his grandmother?

How can you call a hero in one word? (Dreamer)

Summarizing what you read

Are you familiar with such fantasy heroes from other works, for example, from the stories of N. Nosov? What unites these heroes?

Reading a story by role

First person retelling of the text

This work also has another name - “...By.”

Why is there an ellipsis before the word? What does this mean? Substitute the appropriate words. (I would swim, jump...)

– When do we use the particle would in speech? (When something happens under certain conditions.) This means that from the work we learn about someone’s dreams.

Which title did you like best? Why?

6. Homework.

Reading the passages in a role-based manner is expressive. Brief retelling.

7. Reflection.

8. Summing up the lesson

When the rehearsal of the boys' choir ended, the singing teacher Boris Sergeevich said:

Well, tell me, which of you gave your mother what on March 8th? Come on, Denis, report.

On March 8th I gave my mother a pincushion. Beautiful. Looks like a frog. I sewed for three days and pricked all my fingers. I made two of these.

We all sewed two. One to my mother, and the other to Raisa Ivanovna.

Why is this all? - asked Boris Sergeevich. - Have you conspired to sew the same thing for everyone?

No, - said Valerka, - this is in our “Skillful Hands” circle: we go through the pads. First the devils passed through, and now the little pillows.

What other devils? - Boris Sergeevich was surprised.

I said:

Plasticine! Our leaders Volodya and Tolya from the eighth grade spent six months with us. As soon as they come, they say: “Make devils!” Well, we sculpt, and they play chess.

“It’s crazy,” said Boris Sergeevich. - Pads! We'll have to figure it out! Stop! - And he suddenly laughed cheerfully. - How many boys do you have in the first “B”?

“Fifteen,” said Mishka, “and the girls are twenty-five.”

Here Boris Sergeevich burst out laughing.

And I said:

In general, in our country there are more female population than male population.

But Boris Sergeevich waved me off.

That's not what I'm talking about. It’s just interesting to see how Raisa Ivanovna receives fifteen pillows as a gift! Okay, listen: how many of you are going to congratulate your mothers on May Day?

Then it was our turn to laugh. I said:

You, Boris Sergeevich, are probably joking, it was not enough to congratulate you on May.

But what’s wrong is that you need to congratulate your mothers on May Day. And this is ugly: congratulations only once a year. And if you congratulate every holiday, it will be like a knight. Well, who knows what a knight is?

I said:

He is on a horse and wearing an iron suit.

Boris Sergeevich nodded.

Yes, it was like that for a long time. And when you grow up, you will read a lot of books about knights, but even now, if they say about someone that he is a knight, then this means that they mean a noble, selfless and generous person. And I think that every pioneer should definitely be a knight. Raise your hands, who's the knight here?

We all raised our hands.

“I knew it,” said Boris Sergeevich, “go, knights!”

We went home. And on the way Mishka said:

Okay, I’ll buy my mom some sweets, I have money.

And so I came home, and there was no one at home. And I was even annoyed. For once I wanted to be a knight, but I have no money! And then, as luck would have it, Mishka came running, in his hands an elegant box with the inscription “May Day”. Mishka says: “Done, now I’m a knight for twenty-two kopecks.” Why are you sitting?

Bear, are you a knight? - I said.

Knight, says Mishka.

Then lend it.

Mishka was upset:

I spent every penny.

What to do?

Look, says Mishka. - After all, twenty kopecks is a small coin, maybe there’s at least one somewhere, let’s look for it.

And we crawled around the whole room - behind the sofa, and under the closet, and I shook out all my mother’s shoes, and even picked her finger in the powder. Not anywhere.

Suddenly Mishka opened the cupboard:

Wait, what is this?

Where? - I say. - Oh, these are bottles. Don't you see? There are two wines here: one bottle is black, and the other is yellow. This is for guests, guests will come to us tomorrow.

Mishka says:

Oh, if only your guests had arrived yesterday, and you would have had money.

How is that?

And bottles,” says Mishka, “yes, they give money for empty bottles.” On the corner. It's called "Glass Container Reception"!

Why were you silent before? Now we will settle this matter. Give me the compote jar, there’s one on the window.

Mishka handed me the jar, and I opened the bottle and poured blackish-red wine into the jar.

That’s right,” said Mishka. - What will happen to him?

“Of course,” I said. -Where is the second one?

But here,” says Mishka, “does it matter?” And this wine, and that wine.

Well, yes, I said. - If one were wine and the other kerosene, then it’s impossible, but this way, please, it’s even better. Hold the jar.

And we poured the second bottle in there too.

I said:

Put it on the window! So. Cover it with a saucer, and now let's run!

And we set off. For these two bottles they gave us twenty-four kopecks. And I bought my mother some sweets. They gave me two more kopecks in change. I came home cheerful, because I became a knight, and as soon as mom and dad arrived, I said:

Mom, I'm a knight now. Boris Sergeevich taught us!

Mom said:

Well, tell me!

I told her that tomorrow I would surprise my mother. Mom said:

Where did you get the money?

Mom, I handed over the empty dishes. Here's two kopecks in change.

Then dad said:

Well done! Give me two kopecks for the machine!

We sat down to dinner. Then dad leaned back in his chair and smiled:

A compote.

Sorry, I didn’t have time today,” said my mother.

But dad winked at me:

And what's that? I noticed it a long time ago.

And he went to the window, took off the saucer and took a sip straight from the can. But what happened! Poor dad coughed as if he had drunk a glass of nails. He shouted in a voice that was not his own:

What it is? What kind of poison is this?!

I said:

Dad, don't be scared! It's not poison. These are two of your wines!

Here dad staggered a little and turned pale.

What two wines?! - he shouted louder than before.

Black and yellow,” I said, “that were in the buffet.” Most importantly, don’t be scared.

Dad ran to the buffet and opened the door. Then he blinked his eyes and began rubbing his chest. He looked at me with such surprise, as if I was not an ordinary boy, but some blue or speckled boy. I said:

Are you surprised, sir? I poured your two wines into a jar, otherwise where would I get empty dishes? Think by yourself!

Mom screamed:

And she fell on the sofa. She started laughing, so hard that I thought she would feel bad. I couldn’t understand anything, and dad shouted:

Do you want to laugh? Well, laugh! By the way, this knight of yours will drive me crazy, but I’d better beat him out first so that he forgets knightly manners once and for all.

And dad began to pretend that he was looking for a belt.

Where is he? - Dad shouted, “Give me this Ivanhoe!” Where did he go?

And I was behind the closet. I've been there for a long time just in case. And then dad was very worried about something. He shouted:

Is it ever heard of pouring collectible black Muscat from the 1954 vintage into a jar and diluting it with Zhiguli beer?!

And my mother was exhausted from laughing. She barely said: “After all, it’s him... with the best intentions... After all, he’s... a knight... I’ll die... from laughter.”

And she continued to laugh.

And dad rushed around the room a little more and then, out of the blue, came up to mom. He said: “How I love your laughter.” And he leaned over and kissed his mother. And then I calmly crawled out from behind the closet.

"Where has this been seen, where has this been heard..."

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 want it all! Just explain: what are satirists?

Lucy says:

You see, we have various problems... Well, for example, poor students or lazy people, we need to catch them. Understood? We need to speak about them so that everyone laughs, this will have a sobering effect on them.

I speak:

They're not drunk, they're just lazy.

That’s what they say: “sobering,” Lucy laughed. - But in fact, these guys will just think about it, they will feel awkward, and they will correct themselves. Understood? Well, in general, don’t delay: if you want, agree, if you don’t want, refuse!

I said:

Okay, let's go!

Then Lucy asked:

Do you have a partner?

I speak:

Lucy was surprised:

How can you live without a friend?

I have a friend, Mishka. But there is no partner.

Lucy smiled again:

It's almost the same thing. Is he musical, your Mishka?

No, ordinary.

Can he sing?

Very quiet. But I'll teach him to sing louder, don't worry.

Here Lucy was delighted:

After lessons, drag him to the small hall, there will be a rehearsal there!

And I set off as fast as I could to look for Mishka. He stood in the buffet and ate a sausage.

Bear, do you want to be a satirist?

And he said:

Wait, let me finish.

I stood and watched him eat. He is small, and the sausage is thicker than his neck. He held this sausage with his hands and ate it straight, whole, without cutting it, and the skin cracked and burst when he bit it, and hot, fragrant juice splashed out from there.

And I couldn’t stand it and said to Aunt Katya:

Please give me some sausage too, quickly!

And Aunt Katya immediately handed me the bowl. And I was in a hurry so that Mishka wouldn’t have time to eat his sausage without me: it wouldn’t have been so tasty for me alone. And so I, too, took my sausage with my hands and, without cleaning it, began to gnaw on it, and hot, fragrant juice sprayed out of it. And Mishka and I chewed on the steam, and got burned, and looked at each other, and smiled.

And then I told him that we would be satirists, and he agreed, and we barely made it to the end of the lessons, and then we ran to the small hall for a rehearsal.

Our counselor Lyusya was already sitting there, and with her was one boy, about 4 years old, very ugly, with small ears and big eyes.

Lucy said:

Here they are! Meet our school poet Andrei Shestakov.

We said:

Great!

And they turned away so that he wouldn’t wonder.

And the poet said to Lucy:

What are these, performers, or what?

He said:

Was there really nothing bigger?

Lucy said:

Just what you need!

But then our singing teacher Boris Sergeevich came. He immediately went to the piano:

Well, let's begin! Where are the poems?

Andryushka took a piece of paper out of his pocket and said:

Here. I took the meter and chorus from Marshak, from a fairy tale about a donkey, grandfather and grandson: “Where has this been seen, where has this been heard...”

Boris Sergeevich nodded his head:

Dad studies for Vasya all year.

Dad decides, but Vasya gives in?!

Mishka and I burst into tears. Of course, children quite often ask their parents to solve a problem for them, and then show the teacher as if they were such heroes. And at the board, boom-boom - a deuce! The matter is well known. Wow Andryushka, that was great!

The asphalt is drawn into squares with chalk,

Manechka and Tanya are jumping here.

Where has this been seen, where has this been heard -

They play “classes”, but don’t go to class?!

Great again. We really enjoyed! This Andryushka is just a real fellow, like Pushkin!

Boris Sergeevich said:

Nothing, not bad! And the music will be very simple, something like that. - And he took Andryushka’s poems and, playing quietly, sang them all in a row.

It turned out very cleverly, we even clapped our hands.

And Boris Sergeevich said:

Well, sir, who are our performers?

And Lyusya pointed at Mishka and me:

Well, - said Boris Sergeevich, - Misha has a good ear... True, Deniska does not sing very correctly.

I said:

But it's loud.

And we began to repeat these verses to the music and repeated them probably fifty or a thousand times, and I screamed very loudly, and everyone calmed me down and made comments:

Do not worry! You're quiet! Calm down! Don't be so loud!

Andryushka was especially excited. He completely slowed me down. But I only sang loudly, I didn’t want to sing more quietly, because real singing is when it’s loud!

...And then one day, when I came to school, I saw an announcement in the locker room:

ATTENTION!

Today at the big break in the small hall there will be a performance by the flying patrol of the “Pioneer Satyricon”!

Performed by a duet of kids!

One day!

Come everyone!

And something immediately clicked in me. I ran to class. Mishka was sitting there and looking out the window.

I said:

Well, we're performing today!

And Mishka suddenly mumbled:

I don’t feel like performing...

I was completely taken aback. What - reluctance? That's it! After all, we were rehearsing! But what about Lyusya and Boris Sergeevich? Andryushka? And all the guys, they read the poster and will come running as one?

I said:

Are you crazy or what? Letting people down?

And Mishka is so pitiful:

I think my stomach hurts.

I speak:

This is out of fear. It hurts too, but I don’t refuse!

But Mishka was still somewhat thoughtful. At the big break, all the guys rushed into the small hall, and Mishka and I barely trailed behind, because I, too, had completely lost the mood to perform. But at that time Lucy ran out to meet us, she grabbed us tightly by the hands and dragged us along, but my legs were soft, like a doll’s, and they were tangled. I probably got the infection from Mishka.

In the hall there was a fenced-off area near the piano, and children from all classes, nannies, and teachers crowded around.

Mishka and I stood near the piano.

Boris Sergeevich was already in place, and Lyusya announced in an announcer’s voice:

We begin the performance of the “Pioneer Satyricon” on topical topics. Text by Andrei Shestakov, performed by world famous satirists Misha and Denis! Let's ask!

And Mishka and I went a little ahead. The bear was as white as a wall. But I didn’t mind, but my mouth felt dry and rough, as if there was sandpaper lying there.

Boris Sergeevich began to play. Mishka had to start, because he sang the first two lines, and I had to sing the second two lines. So Boris Sergeevich began to play, and Mishka threw his left hand to the side, as Lyusya taught him, and wanted to sing, but he was late, and while he was getting ready, it was already my turn. So it turned out according to the music. But I didn’t sing since Mishka was late. Why on earth?

Mishka then lowered his hand into place. And Boris Sergeevich began loudly and separately again.

He struck the keys three times, as he should, and on the fourth Mishka again threw back his left hand and finally sang:

Vasya’s dad is good at mathematics,

Dad studies for Vasya all year.

I immediately picked it up and shouted:

Where has this been seen, where has this been heard -

Dad decides, but Vasya gives in?!

Everyone who was in the hall laughed, and this made my soul feel lighter. And Boris Sergeevich went further. He struck the keys three times again, and on the fourth, Mishka carefully threw his left hand to the side and, for no reason at all, sang again:

Vasya’s dad is good at mathematics,

Dad studies for Vasya all year.

I immediately realized that he was lost! But since this is the case, I decided to finish singing until the end, and then we’ll see. I took it and finished it:

Where has this been seen, where has this been heard -

Dad decides, but Vasya gives in?!

Thank God, it was quiet in the hall - everyone, apparently, also realized that Mishka had lost his way, and thought: “Well, it happens, let him continue to sing.”

And when the music reached its destination, he again waved his left hand and, like a record that has been “stuck,” wound it up for the third time:

Vasya’s dad is good at mathematics,

Dad studies for Vasya all year.

I really wanted to hit him on the back of the head with something heavy, and I screamed with terrible anger:

Where has this been seen, where has this been heard -

Dad decides, but Vasya gives in?!

Bear, you're obviously completely crazy! Are you dragging out the same thing for the third time? Let's talk about girls!

And Mishka is so impudent:

I know without you! - And politely says to Boris Sergeevich: - Please, Boris Sergeevich, continue!

Boris Sergeevich began to play, and Mishka suddenly became bolder, again put out his left hand and on the fourth beat began to shout as if nothing had happened:

Vasya’s dad is good at mathematics,

Dad studies for Vasya all year.

Then everyone in the hall just screamed with laughter, and I saw in the crowd what an unhappy face Andryushka had, and I also saw that Lyusya, all red and disheveled, was making her way to us through the crowd. And Mishka stands with his mouth open, as if surprised at himself. Well, while the trial and the case are going on, I finish shouting:

Where has this been seen, where has this been heard -

Dad decides, but Vasya gives in?!

Then something terrible began. Everyone laughed like they were killed, and Mishka turned from green to purple. Our Lucy grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to her.

She shouted:

Deniska, sing alone! Don't let me down!.. Music! AND!..

And I stood at the piano and decided not to let him down. I felt that I didn’t care anymore, and when the music came, for some reason I suddenly also threw my left hand to the side and completely unexpectedly screamed:

Vasya’s dad is good at mathematics,

Dad studies for Vasya all year.

I'm even surprised that I didn't die from this damn song.

I probably would have died if the bell hadn’t rung at that time...

I won't be a satirist anymore!

Enchanted letter

Recently we were walking in the yard: Alyonka, Mishka and me. Suddenly a truck drove into the yard. And on it lies a Christmas tree. We ran after the car. So she drove up to the building management office, stopped, and the driver and our janitor began to unload the tree. They shouted at each other:

Easier! Let's bring it in! Right! Leveya! Get her on her butt! Make it easier, otherwise you’ll break off the whole spitz.

And when they unloaded, the driver said:

Now I need to register this tree,” and he left.

And we stayed near the Christmas tree.

She lay there big, furry, and smelled so deliciously of frost that we stood there like fools and smiled. Then Alyonka took hold of one twig and said:

Look, there are detectives hanging on the tree.

"Detective"! She said it wrong! Mishka and I just rolled around. We both laughed equally, but then Mishka began to laugh louder to make me laugh.

Well, I pushed it a little so he wouldn't think I was giving up. Mishka held his stomach with his hands, as if he was in great pain, and shouted:

Oh, I'll die of laughter! Detective!

And I, of course, turned up the heat.

The girl is five years old, but she says: “detective”... Ha-ha-ha!

Then Mishka fainted and groaned:

Oh, I feel bad! Detective... - And he began to hiccup: - Hic!.. Detective. Ick! Ick! I'll die of laughter! Ick!

Then I grabbed a handful of snow and began to apply it to my forehead, as if I had already developed a brain infection and had gone crazy. I yelled:

The girl is five years old, getting married soon! And she is a detective.

Alyonka’s lower lip curled so that it went behind her ear.

Did I say correctly! It’s my tooth that has fallen out and is whistling. I want to say “detective”, but I whistle “detective”...

Mishka said:

What a surprise! Her tooth fell out! Three of them have fallen out and two are wobbly, but I still speak correctly! Listen here: giggles! What? Really great - giggles? This is how it comes out easily for me: giggles! I can even sing:

Oh, green hyhechka,

I'm afraid I'll inject myself.

But Alyonka will scream. One is louder than the two of us:

Wrong! Hooray! You say “huffy”, but you should say “detective”!

Namely, that there is no need for “investigation”, but rather “higgles”.

And let's both roar. All you can hear is: “Detective!” - “Giggles!” - “Detective!”

Looking at them, I laughed so much that I even got hungry. I walked home and kept thinking: why were they arguing so much, since they were both wrong? It's a very simple word. I stopped on the stairs and said clearly:

No detective work. No naked, but briefly and clear: Fyfki!

That's all!

Englishman Paul

“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 was going to eat this watermelon. And I already opened 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.

Wow, who came! - said dad. - Pavel himself. Pavel the Wart himself!

Sit down with us, Pavlik, there is watermelon,” said mom. - Deniska, move over.

I said:

Hello! - and gave him a place next to him.

Hello! - he said and sat down.

And we began to eat and ate for a long time and were silent. We didn't feel like talking. What is there to talk about when there is such deliciousness in your mouth!

And when Pavel was given the third piece, he said:

Oh, I love watermelon. Even more. My grandmother never gives me plenty of it to eat.

And why? - Mom asked.

She says that after drinking watermelon, I don’t end up sleeping, but just running around.

It’s true,” said dad, “that’s why we eat watermelon early in the morning.” By evening, its effect wears off and you can sleep peacefully. Come on, eat, don't be afraid.

“I’m not afraid,” said Pavlya.

And we all got down to business again and again were silent for a long time. And when mom began to remove the crusts, dad said:

Why haven’t you been with us for so long, Pavel?

Yes, - I said, - where have you been? What did you do?

And then Pavel puffed up, blushed, looked around and suddenly casually dropped, as if reluctantly:

What did you do, what did you do?.. Studied English, that’s what you did.

I was completely taken aback. I immediately realized that I had been wasting my time all summer in vain. He tinkered with hedgehogs, played rounders, and occupied himself with trifles. But Pavel, he didn’t waste time, no, you’re being naughty, he worked on himself, he raised his level of education.

He studied English and now he will probably be able to correspond with English pioneers and read English books! I immediately felt that I was dying of envy, and then my mother added:

Here, Deniska, study. This is not your bast!

Well done, said dad. - I respect you!

Pavlya just beamed.

A student, Seva, came to visit us. So he works with me every day. It's been two whole months now. Just completely tortured me.

What, difficult English? - I asked.

“It’s crazy,” Pavel sighed.

“It wouldn’t be difficult,” dad intervened. - The devil himself will break their legs there. Very difficult spelling. It is written "Liverpool" and pronounced "Manchester".

Well, yes! - I said, - Right, Pavlya?

It’s just a disaster,” said Pavlya. - I was completely exhausted from these activities, I lost two hundred grams.

So why don’t you use your knowledge, Pavlik? - Mom said. - Why didn’t you say “hello” to us in English when you came in?

“I haven’t said hello yet,” said Pavlya.

Well, you ate watermelon, why didn’t you say “thank you”?

“I told you,” said Pavlya.

Well, yes, you said it in Russian, but in English?

We haven’t gotten to the point of “thank you” yet,” said Pavlya. - Very difficult preaching.

Then I said:

Pavel, teach me how to say “one, two, three” in English.

“I haven’t studied this yet,” said Pavlya.

What have you studied? - I shouted. - Have you still learned anything in two months?

“I learned how to say “Petya” in English,” said Pavlya.

That's right, I said. - Well, what else do you know in English?

That’s all for now,” said Pavlya.

That I love…

I really like to lie on my stomach on my dad’s knee, lower my arms and legs and hang on my knee like laundry on a fence. I also really like to play checkers, chess and dominoes, just to be sure to win. If you don't win, then don't.

I love listening to a beetle digging around in a box. And on a day off I like to crawl into my dad’s bed in the morning to talk to him about the dog: how we will live more spaciously and buy a dog, and we will work with it, and we will feed it, and how funny and smart it will be, and how it will she will steal sugar, and I will wipe up the puddles for her myself, and she will follow me like a faithful dog.

I also like to watch TV: it doesn’t matter what they show, even if it’s just tables.

I like to breathe with my nose into my mother's ear. I especially love to sing and always whine very loudly.

I really love stories about red cavalrymen and how they always win.

I like to stand in front of the mirror and grimace, as if I were Parsley from the puppet theater. I also really love sprats.

I love reading fairy tales about Kanchila. This is such a small, smart and mischievous doe. She has cheerful eyes, and small horns, and pink polished hooves. When we live more spaciously, we will buy ourselves Kanchilya, he will live in the bathroom. I also like to swim where it’s shallow so that I can hold onto the sandy bottom with my hands.

I like to wave a red flag at demonstrations and blow the “go-di-go!”

I really like making phone calls.

I love to plan, saw, I know how to sculpt the heads of ancient warriors and bison, and I sculpted a wood grouse and the Tsar Cannon. I love to give all this.

When I read, I like to chew on a cracker or something else.

I love guests. I also really love snakes, lizards and frogs. They're so clever. I carry them in my pockets. I like to have a snake on the table when I have lunch. I love it when grandma shouts about the frog: “Take away this disgusting thing!” - and runs out of the room.

I love to laugh... Sometimes I don’t feel like laughing at all, but I force myself, squeeze out laughter - and look, after five minutes it really becomes funny.

When I'm in a good mood, I like to jump. One day my dad and I went to the zoo, and I was jumping around him on the street, and he asked:

What are you jumping about?

And I said:

I jump that you are my dad!

He understood!

I love going to the zoo. There are wonderful elephants there. And there is one baby elephant. When we live more spaciously, we will buy a baby elephant. I'll build him a garage.

I really like to stand behind the car when it snorts and sniff the gasoline.

I like to go to cafes - eat ice cream and wash it down with sparkling water. It makes my nose ache and tears come to my eyes.

When I run down the hallway, I like to stomp my feet as hard as I can.

I love horses very much, they have such beautiful and kind faces.

I like a lot of things!

...And what I don’t like!

What I don’t like is having my teeth treated. As soon as I see a dental chair, I immediately want to run to the ends of the world. I also don’t like to stand on a chair and read poetry when guests come.

I don’t like it when mom and dad go to the theater.

I can’t stand soft-boiled eggs, when they are shaken up in a glass, crumbled into bread and forced to eat.

I also don’t like it when my mother goes for a walk with me and suddenly meets Aunt Rose!

Then they only talk to each other, and I just don’t know what to do.

I don’t like wearing a new suit - I feel like wood in it.

When we play red and white, I don't like being white. Then I quit the game, and that's it! And when I'm red, I don't like to be captured. I'm still running away.

I don't like it when people beat me.

I don’t like to play “loaf” when it’s my birthday: I’m not little.

I don’t like it when guys wonder.

And I really don’t like it when I cut myself, in addition to smearing my finger with iodine.

I don’t like that it’s cramped in our hallway and adults scurry back and forth every minute, some with a frying pan, some with a kettle, and shout:

Children, don't get under your feet! Be careful, my pan is hot!

And when I go to bed, I don’t like the chorus singing in the next room:

Lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley...

I really don’t like that boys and girls on the radio speak in old lady voices!..

What does Mishka like?

One day Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something quietly. Mishka and I sat on the windowsill and didn’t bother him, and he didn’t notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and different sounds very quickly jumped out from under his fingers. They splashed, and the result was something very welcoming and joyful.

I really liked it, and I could have sat and listened for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:

ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?

I asked:

What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?

He replied:

This is Chopin. I love him so much.

I said:

Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.

He said:

This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.

I said:

What kind? In a word?

He answered seriously and clearly:

Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.

Then he looked at me carefully and said:

Well, what do you love? More than anything else?

I answered:

I like a lot of things.

And I told him that I love him. And about the dog, and about the planing, and about the baby elephant, and about the red cavalrymen, and about the little doe on pink hooves, and about the ancient warriors, and about the cool stars, and about the horse faces, everything, everything...

He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:

Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look - you love so much! The whole world.

Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:

And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Just think!

Boris Sergeevich laughed:

Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?

Mishka fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:

I love buns, buns, loaves and cupcakes! I love bread, cake, pastries, and gingerbread, whether Tula, honey, or glazed. I also love sushi, bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice. I dearly love dumplings and especially cheesecakes if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.

I also love sprat, saury, pike perch in marinade, bullheads in tomato, some in its own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced zucchini and fried potatoes.

I absolutely love boiled sausage, if it’s a doctor’s sausage, I bet I’ll eat a whole kilo! I love the canteen, and the tea room, and brawn, and smoked, and half-smoked, and raw smoked! I actually love this one the most. I really love pasta with butter, noodles with butter, horns with butter, cheese with holes or without holes, with red or white rind - it doesn’t matter.

I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty, sweet, sour cottage cheese; I love apples, grated with sugar, or just apples on their own, and if the apples are peeled, then I like to eat the apple first, and then, for a snack, the peel!

I love liver, cutlets, herring, bean soup, green peas, boiled meat, toffee, sugar, tea, jam, Borzhom, soda with syrup, soft-boiled eggs, hard-boiled, in a bag, mogu and raw. I like sandwiches with just about anything, especially if thickly spread with mashed potatoes or millet porridge. So... Well, I won’t talk about halva - what fool doesn’t like halva? I also love duck, goose and turkey. Oh yes! I love ice cream with all my heart. For seven, for nine. For thirteen, for fifteen, for nineteen. Twenty-two and twenty-eight.

Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.

He muttered:

Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage...

The bear was exhausted and fell silent. It was clear from his eyes that he was waiting for Boris Sergeevich to praise him. But he looked at Mishka a little dissatisfied and even seemed stern. He, too, seemed to be waiting for something from Mishka: what else would Mishka say? But Mishka was silent. It turned out that they both expected something from each other and were silent.

The first one could not stand it, Boris Sergeevich.

Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt, but everything you love is somehow the same, too edible, or something.” It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only... And the people? Who do you love? Or from animals?

Here Mishka perked up and blushed.

“Oh,” he said embarrassedly, “I almost forgot!” More kittens! And grandma!

Chicken bouillon

Mom brought a chicken from the store, large, bluish, with long bony legs. The chicken had a large red comb on its head. Mom hung it outside the window and said:

If dad comes earlier, let him cook. Will you pass it on?

I said:

With pleasure!

And my mother went to college. And I took out watercolors and began to paint. I wanted to draw a squirrel jumping through the trees in the forest, and at first it came out great, but then I looked and saw that it wasn’t a squirrel at all, but some guy who looked like Moidodyr. The squirrel's tail turned out to be his nose, and the branches on the tree looked like hair, ears and a hat... I was very surprised how this could happen, and when dad came, I said:

Guess, dad, what I drew?

He looked and thought:

What are you doing, dad? Take a good look!

Then dad looked properly and said:

Oh, sorry, it's probably football...

I said:

You're kind of inconsiderate! You're probably tired?

No, I just want to eat. Don't know what's for lunch?

I said:

There's a chicken hanging outside the window. Cook it and eat it!

Dad unhooked the chicken from the window and put it on the table.

It's easy to say, cook! You can cook it. Cooking is nonsense. The question is, in what form should we eat it? You can prepare at least a hundred wonderful nutritious dishes from chicken. You can, for example, make simple chicken cutlets, or you can roll up a ministerial schnitzel - with grapes! I read about it! You can make such a cutlet on the bone - it's called "Kiev" - you'll lick your fingers. You can cook chicken with noodles, or you can press it with an iron, pour garlic over it and you will get, like in Georgia, “chicken tobacco”. You can finally...

But I interrupted him. I said:

You, dad, cook something simple, without irons. Something, you know, the fastest!

Dad immediately agreed:

That's right, son! What is important to us? Eat quickly! You've captured the essence. What can you cook faster? The answer is simple and clear: broth!

Dad even rubbed his hands.

I asked:

Do you know how to make broth?

But dad just laughed.

What can you do here? - His eyes even sparkled. - Broth is simpler than steamed turnips: put it in water and wait. when it’s cooked, that’s all the wisdom. It's decided! We are cooking the broth, and very soon we will have a two-course dinner: for the first - broth with bread, for the second - boiled, hot, steaming chicken. Well, throw down your Repin brush and let's help!

I said:

What should I do?

Look! You see there are some hairs on the chicken. You should cut them off, because I don’t like shaggy broth. You cut off these hairs, while I go to the kitchen and put the water on boil!

And he went to the kitchen. And I took my mother’s scissors and began to trim the hairs on the chicken one by one. At first I thought that there would be few of them, but then I looked closer and saw that there were a lot, even too many. And I began to cut them, and tried to cut them quickly, like in a hairdresser, and clicked the scissors in the air as I moved from hair to hair.

Dad entered the room, looked at me and said:

Take off more from the sides, otherwise it will look like boxing!

I said:

It doesn't cut very quickly...

But then dad suddenly slaps himself on the forehead:

God! Well, you and I are stupid, Deniska! And how I forgot! Finish your haircut! She needs to be burned on fire! Understand? That's what everyone does. We will set it on fire, and all the hairs will burn, and there will be no need for a haircut or shaving. Behind me!

And he grabbed the chicken and ran with it to the kitchen. And I'm behind him. We lit a new burner, because there was already a pot of water on one, and began to roast the chicken on the fire. It burned really well and the whole apartment smelled like burnt wool. Pana turned her from side to side and said: “Now, now!” Oh, and good chicken! Now she will be all burnt and will become clean and white...

But the chicken, on the contrary, became somehow black, all charred, and dad finally turned off the gas.

He said:

In my opinion, it somehow suddenly became smoked. Do you like smoked chicken?

I said:

No. It's not smoked, it's just covered in soot. Come on, dad, I'll wash her.

He was positively delighted.

Well done! - he said. You're smart. You have good heredity. You're all about me. Come on, my friend, take this chimney sweep chicken and wash it thoroughly under the tap, otherwise I’m already tired of this fuss.

And he sat down on the stool.

And I said:

Now, I’ll get her in a jiffy!

And I went to the sink and turned on the water, placed our chicken under it and began to rub it with my right hand as hard as I could. The chicken was very hot and terribly dirty, and I immediately got my hands dirty up to my elbows. Dad rocked on the stool.

“This,” I said, “is what you, dad, did to her.” Doesn't wash off at all. There is a lot of soot.

It’s nothing,” said dad, “the soot is only on top.” It can't all be made of soot, can it? Wait a minute!

And dad went to the bathroom and brought me a large piece of strawberry soap.

Here,” he said, “mine properly!” Lather up!

And I began to soap this unfortunate chicken. She began to look completely dead. I soaped it up pretty well, but it didn’t wash well, dirt was dripping off it, it had been dripping for probably half an hour, but it wasn’t getting any cleaner.

I said:

This damn rooster is just getting smeared with soap.

Then dad said:

Here's a brush! Take it, rub it well! First the back, and then everything else.

I began to rub. I rubbed as hard as I could and in some places even rubbed the skin. But it was still very difficult for me, because the chicken suddenly seemed to come to life and began to spin in my hands, slide and try to jump out every second. But dad still didn’t leave his stool and kept commanding:

Three strong! More dexterous! Hold your wings! Oh you! Yes, I see you don’t know how to wash a chicken at all.

I then said:

Dad, try it yourself!

And I handed him the chicken. But he didn’t have time to take it, when suddenly she jumped out of my hands and galloped off under the farthest cabinet. But dad was not at a loss. He said:

Give me the mop!

And when I served it, dad began to sweep it out from under the cabinet with a mop. First he scooped out the old mousetrap, then my last year's tin soldier, and I was terribly happy, because I thought I had completely lost him, but here he was, my dear.

Then dad finally pulled out the chicken. She was covered in dust. And dad was all red. But he grabbed her by the paw and dragged her under the tap again. He said:

Well, now hold on. Blue bird.

And he rinsed it quite clean and put it in the pan. At this time my mother arrived. She said:

What kind of destruction are you having here?

And dad sighed and said:

We cook the chicken.

Mom said:

“They just dipped it in,” said dad.

Mom took the lid off the saucepan.

Salted? - she asked.

But mom sniffed the saucepan.

Gutted? - she said.

“Later,” said dad, “when it’s cooked.”

Mom sighed and took the chicken out of the pan. She said:

Deniska, bring me an apron, please. We'll have to finish everything for you, would-be cooks.

And I ran into the room, took an apron and grabbed my picture from the table. I gave my mother the apron and asked her:

Well, what did I draw? Guess, mom! Mom looked and said:

Sewing machine? Yes?

Inside out

One day I was sitting and sitting and out of the blue I suddenly thought of something that surprised even myself. I thought that this is how nice it would be if everything around me was arranged in reverse. Well, for example, so that children should be in charge in all matters and adults should obey them 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 dad would probably “like” it too, but there’s nothing to say about grandma, she would probably spend whole days I would make you cry. Needless to say, I would show how much a pound is worth, I would remember everything to them! For example, my mother would be sitting at dinner, and I would tell her:

Why did you start the fashion of 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 eat with her head down, and I would just give the command:

Faster! Don't hold it by the cheek! Are you thinking again? Still solving the world's problems? Chew it properly! And don't rock your chair!

And then dad would come in after work, and before he even had time to undress, I would already shout:

Yeah, he showed up! We must always wait for you! Wash your hands now! As it should be, as it should be, no need to smear the dirt! It's scary to look at the towel after you. Brush three times and don’t skimp on the soap. Come on, show me your nails! It's horror, not nails! It's just claws! Where are the scissors? Don't move! I don’t cut any meat, and I cut it very carefully! Don't sniffle, you're not a girl... That's it. Now sit down at the table!

He would sit down and quietly say to his mother:

Well, how are you doing?

And she would also say quietly:

Nothing, thanks!

And I would immediately:

Talkers at the table! When I eat, I am deaf and dumb! Remember this for life! Golden Rule! Dad! Put down the newspaper now, your punishment is mine!

And they would sit like silk, and when my grandmother came, I would squint, clasp my hands and shout:

Dad! Mother! Take a look at our grandma! What a view! The chest is open, the hat is on the back of the head! The cheeks are red, the whole neck is wet! Good, nothing to say! Admit it: did you play hockey again? What is this dirty stick? Why did you drag her into the house? What? Is this a putter? Get her out of my sight now - out the back door!

Here I would walk around the room and say to all three of them:

After lunch, everyone sit down for your homework, and I'll go to the cinema!

Of course, they would immediately whine, whine:

And we are with you! And so do we! We want to go to the cinema!

And I would tell them:

Nothing, nothing! Yesterday we went to a birthday party, on Sunday I took you to the circus! Look! I liked having fun every day! Stay at home! Here's thirty kopecks for ice cream, that's all!

Then the grandmother would pray:

Take me at least! After all, each child can take one adult with them for free!

But I would dodge, I would say:

And people over seventy years old are not allowed to enter this picture. Sit at home!

And I would walk past them, deliberately clicking my heels loudly, as if I didn’t notice that their eyes were all wet, and I would start getting dressed, and would twirl in front of the mirror for a long time, and would hum, and this would make them even worse they were tormented, and I would have opened the door to the stairs and said... But I didn’t have time to think of what I would say, because at that time my mother came in, the real one, alive, and said:

Are you still sitting? Eat now, look what you look like! Looks like Koschey!

Inside out

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, so that children should be in charge in all matters and adults should obey them 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 mom would “like” such a story, that I would go around and command her as I want, and dad would probably “like” it too, but there’s nothing to say about grandma, she would probably spend whole days I would make you cry. Needless to say, I would show them how much a pound is worth, I would remember everything to them! For example, my mother would be sitting at dinner, and I would tell her:

Why did you start the fashion of 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 eat 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!

And then dad would come in after work, and before he even had time to undress, I would already shout:

He would sit down and quietly say to his mother:

Well, how are you doing?

And she would also say quietly:

Nothing, thanks!

And I would immediately:

Talkers at the table! When I eat, I am deaf and dumb! Remember this for life! Golden Rule! Dad! Put down the newspaper now, my punishment!

And they would sit like silk, and when my grandmother came, I would squint, clasp my hands and shout:

Here I would walk around the room and say to all three of them:

After lunch, everyone sit down for your homework, and I'll go to the cinema!

Of course, they would immediately whine, whine:

And we are with you! And so do we! We want to go to the cinema!

And I would tell them:

Nothing, nothing! Yesterday we went to a birthday party, on Sunday I took you to the circus! Look! I liked having fun every day! Stay at home! Here's thirty kopecks for ice cream, that's all!

Then the grandmother would pray:

Take me at least! After all, each child can take one adult with them for free!

But I would dodge, I would say:

And people over seventy years old are not allowed to enter this picture. Sit at home!

Are you still sitting? Eat now, look who you look like! Looks like Koschey!

The teacher abruptly stands up from his seat, slams his fist on the table and shouts hoarsely:

No need!

After that, he wipes his tears with a handkerchief and quickly leaves.

What about Alyosha?

He remains in tears. He tries to explain to the class, but no one believes him.

He feels a hundred times worse, as if he had been cruelly punished. He can neither eat nor sleep.

He goes to the teacher's house. And he explains everything to him. And he convinces the teacher. The teacher strokes his head and says:

This means that you are not yet a completely lost person and you have a conscience.

And the teacher accompanies Alyosha to the corner and lectures him.

Victor Dragunsky
Main rivers of America

Although I’m 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 situation 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 river of America. And instead of studying, I launched a kite into space in the yard. Well, he still didn’t make it into space, because his tail was too soft and because of this he was spinning like a top. This time. And secondly, I didn’t have enough thread, and I searched the whole house and collected all the threads I had - I took it from my mother’s sewing machine, and that turned out to be not enough. The kite flew into the attic and hovered there, but it was still far from space.

I was so interested in playing that I stopped even thinking about any lessons. It completely slipped my mind. But it turned out that there was no way to forget about your business.

In the morning, when I jumped up, there was just a little time left... But I read how deftly the firefighters dress, they don’t have a single extra movement, and I liked it so much that I spent half the summer practicing how to dress quickly. And today, as soon as I jumped up and looked at my watch, I immediately realized that I had to dress as if there was a fire. And I got dressed in 1 minute. 48 sec. Everything is as it should be, only the laces were laced through two holes. In general, I got to school on time and also managed to rush to class a second before Raisa Ivanovna. That is, she walked quietly along the corridor, and I ran from the locker room, I was the last - there were no more guys, and when I saw Raisa Ivanovna from afar, I ran at full speed, and, not reaching the class of some five steps, I walked around Raisa Ivanovna and jumped into the classroom. In general, I won a second and a half from her, and when she came in, my books were already in the desk, and I myself was sitting next to Mishka as if nothing had happened. Raisa Ivanovna came in, we stood up and greeted her, and I greeted her the loudest so that she could see how polite I was. But she didn’t pay any attention to this and said as she walked:

Korablev, to the board!

My mood immediately deteriorated because I remembered that I had forgotten to prepare my homework. And I really didn’t want to get out from behind my desk. It was as if I was glued straight to her. But Raisa Ivanovna began to rush me:

Korablev! What are you doing? Am I calling you or not?

And I went to the board. Raisa Ivanovna said:

So that I can read the poems that are assigned. But I didn’t know them. I didn’t even know very well what the tasks were. Therefore, I instantly thought that Raisa Ivanovna, too, might have forgotten what was asked and would not notice that I was reading, and I cheerfully began:

Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant,
On the firewood he renews the path;
His horse smells the snow,
Trotting along somehow...

This is Pushkin,” said Raisa Ivanovna.

Yes, - I said, - this is Pushkin, Alexander Sergeevich.

What did I ask? - she said.

Yes, I said.

What "yes"? What did I ask, I ask you? Korablev!

What? - I said.

I'm sorry, what"? I ask you: what did I ask?

Then Mishka made a naive face and said:

What, he doesn’t know what you asked Nekrasov? It was he who did not understand the question, Raisa Ivanovna.

This is what a true friend means. It was Mishka who managed to give me a hint in such a cunning way. And Raisa Ivanovna was already angry:

Elephants! Don't you dare tell me!

Yes! - I said. - Why are you climbing, Mishka? Without you, I don’t know what Raisa Ivanovna asked Nekrasov! I was thinking about it, and here you are, just trying to knock it down.

The bear turned red and turned away from me. And I was again left alone with Raisa Ivanovna.

Well, she said.

What? - I said.

Stop pooping every minute. (I already saw that she was about to get really angry.) Read. By heart!

What? - I said.

Poems, of course! - she said.

Well! - said Raisa Ivanovna.

What? - I said.

Read it now! - cried poor Raisa Ivanovna. - Read now, they tell you! Title!

While she was screaming, Mishka managed to tell me the first word. He whispered without opening his mouth, but I understood him perfectly. So I boldly put my foot forward and recited:

- "Little guy"!

Everyone fell silent, and so did Raisa Ivanovna. She looked at me carefully, and I looked at Mishka even more carefully. Mishka pointed to his thumb and for some reason clicked it on his nail. And somehow I immediately remembered the title and said:

- “With a marigold”! - And he repeated it all together: - “Little bitch with a marigold”!

Everyone laughed. And Raisa Ivanovna said:

Enough, Korablev. Don't try, it won't work. If you don’t know, then don’t be ashamed. - Then she added: - Well, what about your horizons? Do you remember that yesterday we agreed as a whole class that we would read interesting books beyond the curriculum? Yesterday you decided to learn the names of all the rivers in America. Have you learned?

Of course I didn't learn it. This damn snake has completely ruined my whole life. And I wanted to confess everything to Raisa Ivanovna, but instead I suddenly, unexpectedly even for myself, said:

Of course I learned it. But what about it?

She said:

Well, correct this terrible impression that you made by reading Nekrasov’s poetry. Tell me the largest river in America and I'll let you go.

That's when I felt bad. Even my stomach hurt, honestly! There was amazing silence in the class. Everyone was looking at me. And I was looking at the ceiling. And I thought that now I would probably die. Goodbye, everyone. And at that second I saw that in the last left row Petka Gorbushkin was showing me some kind of long newspaper strip and on it there was something scrawled in ink, thickly scrawled, he probably wrote with his finger. And I began to peer at these letters and finally read the first half, and then Raisa Ivanovna again:

Well, Korablev? So what is America's main river?

And I immediately had confidence, and I said:

Inside out

Why did you start the fashion of 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 eat 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!

And then dad would come in after work, and before he even had time to undress, I would already shout:

He would sit down and quietly say to his mother:

Well, how are you doing?

And she would also say quietly:

Nothing, thanks!

And I would immediately:

Talkers at the table! When I eat, I am deaf and dumb! Remember this for life! Golden Rule! Dad! Put down the newspaper now, my punishment!

And they would sit like silk, and when my grandmother came, I would squint, clasp my hands and shout:

V. Dragunsky. "Inside out"

Lesson objectives: 1. Continue getting acquainted with the writer Viktor Yuzefovich Dragunsky and his works.

2. Learn to express your point of view in a free conversation.

3. Develop the skill of drawing up a character’s characteristics.

4. Develop reading skills, the ability to tell a story in the first person.

5.Develop imagination.

6. Cultivate a respectful attitude towards elders.

During the classes

1. Organizational moment.

Retelling the legend. Students' stories about their mothers. Comparison of them with mothers from “The Legend of Mothers” by I. Pankin

3. Free conversation

In the conversation, third-graders recall what they know about V. Yu. Dragunsky, what works of the author they have read, and what attracted them to them. They express their attitude towards the main character of the books by V. Yu. Dragunsky - Deniska

4. The teacher’s reading of V. Yu. Dragunsky’s story “Topsy-Turvy.” Secondary reading by students in a chain

Physical education minute

5. Analysis of the story

We identify the students’ emotional attitude to the story and its hero. We are working on the meaning of the expressions “how much is a pound”, “when I eat, I am deaf and dumb”, “they would sit like silk”

6. Compilation of Deniska’s profile

Students compose a description of the main character: select words that characterize the hero, express their attitude towards the hero

7. Homework

Prepare a retelling of the story or compose an oral story “How I was Deniska.” Complete task No. 6 or No. 10 in a literary notebook (optional)

8. Summing up the lesson.

9. Reflection

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Funny and sad stories

Lesson objectives:

2. Learn to analyze a read story in order to identify the motives and reasons for the characters’ actions.

3.Use role-playing reading for a deeper understanding of the thoughts, feelings and actions of the characters.

4. Teach conscious detailed retelling.

5.Practice the ability to convey what you read in a drawing.

6. Cultivate a sensitive, caring attitude towards loved ones.

During the classes

1. Organizational moment.

2. Checking homework

When retelling a story by students, it is important to pay attention to how third-graders use the author’s text, whether they maintain consistency in the presentation, and a certain intonation during dialogues. But when reporting their own versions of “How I Was Deniska”, it is assessed whether the guys were able to move away from the story, what new things they brought to it

3. Work in a notebook on literary reading

Task No. 7

4. Teacher reading S. Wolf’s story “I Will Not Forget Him”

Surprisingly subtle, warm ties connect the narrator with his grandmother. He not only understands her condition, but is ready to do everything to change it. This understanding is the essence of the story

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5. Reading by students in a chain

This is the first stage in understanding the text. No discussion required yet. This will be the subject of the next lesson.

7. Summing up the lesson.

8. Reflection

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S. Wolf. “I will never forget him”

Lesson objectives: 1. Practice conscious expressive reading skills.

7. Learn to analyze a read story in order to identify the motives and reasons for the characters’ actions.

8.Use role-playing reading for a deeper understanding of the thoughts, feelings and actions of the characters.

9. Teach conscious detailed retelling.

10.Practise the ability to convey what you read in a drawing.

11. Cultivate a sensitive, caring attitude towards loved ones.

During the classes

1. Organizational moment.

When interviewing, it is important to take into account the children’s impressions of the story and to identify their attitude towards the grandmother and her grandson: Why was he alarmed? What did you come up with? How does the hero's behavior characterize him? From these questions we move on to an in-depth analysis

3. Analysis of the story

What attracts third graders to the hero of the story? What can you say about a clown as a person? Why was grandma so happy? What did the clown remind her of? Why was the boy ashamed to give the clown money? Did he do the right thing? Why did my grandmother repeat: “I will never forget him”?

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4. Reading by roles

After assigning roles, it is necessary for students to re-read their text, think about how to read it, with what intonation, where pauses are needed, raising and lowering the melody of speech, and then move on to role-playing reading

5. Homework

Prepare drawings or a message for the story “How I was in the circus”, “My meeting with a clown” (your choice). Reflect on the “Pearls of Folk Thought.” Complete task No. 12 in the literary notebook

6. Summing up the lesson.

7. Reflection

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Everyone live by your own mind

D. Mamin-Sibiryak. “Bad Comrade” (1 lesson)

Lesson objectives: 1. Learn to evaluate each other’s work, correlate the drawing with the text.

2. Learn to talk consistently and logically about your observations.

3.Develop students’ oral speech.

4. Learn to perceive a big story holistically and respond emotionally to what you hear.

5. Using the example of a work to cultivate the ability to avoid erroneous, rash decisions

During the classes

1. Organizational moment.

2. Checking homework

You can make an exhibition of students’ drawings, highlighting the most successful ones, corresponding to the episodes of S. Wolf’s story “I Will Not Forget Him.” Then you need to move on to listening and discussing the stories prepared by third-graders “How I was in the circus.” It is necessary for children to talk not only about what they saw at the circus, but also about their impressions and mood after visiting the circus. Their own mood will help them more deeply understand the fact that it was after the clown’s visit that the grandmother began to feel better. Perhaps the most wonderful days of her childhood and youth were associated with the circus

3. Brief introductory conversation

Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak (1852-1912) is a famous Russian writer of the end of the last century, the author of many books about the people and nature of Siberia and the Urals. He spent his childhood at one of the Ural factories, where he observed scenes of severe oppression of workers, and he himself studied at a school for the children of workers.

The works of Mamin-Sibiryak are characterized by great respect and love for working people, for the skill of workers, hatred and contempt for the oppressors - capitalists, merchants, gold miners. D. Mamin-Sibiryak also wrote works for children. Such works of the writer as “Alyonushka’s Fairy Tales”, “The Gray Neck”, “Emelya the Hunter”, “Winter Quarters on Studenoy”, “The Reception” and many others have long become classics and are included in many books for children’s reading.

4. Teacher reading the story by D. N. Mamin-Sibiryak “Bad Comrade”

The story is significant in volume, psychologically and emotionally rich, and requires holistic perception. The teacher's reading can alternate with the reading of well-prepared students

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5. Identification of students’ primary emotional perception

Primary emotional perception is the first and rather serious step in comprehending a work of art. Identifying emotions and feelings shows whether the work touched the heart of the little reader or whether he remained indifferent

Did you like the story? Why?

Who is the main character of the story?

How did the guys express their joy when the river stopped flowing?

6. Vocabulary work

in supports

8. Summing up the lesson.

9. Reflection

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Everyone live by your own mind

D. Mamin-Sibiryak. "Bad Comrade" (lesson 2)

Lesson objectives: 1. Continue with the story of D. N. Mamin-Sibiryak “Bad Comrade”.

2.Working on reading skills in a chain, breeds.

3. Learn to divide the text into complete parts, relate the part to the whole.

4.Develop the ability to analyze the emotional state of characters.

5. Learn to title parts of a work.

6. Using the example of a work to cultivate the ability to avoid erroneous, rash decisions

During the classes

1. Organizational moment.

2. Checking homework

Students retell or read out the episodes from the story that interested them most and explain why

3. Reading the first part of the story (individually, in a chain, by role).

4. Discussion of what you read.

After various types of reading, we discuss the story. It is important that students feel what family relationships were like, how the carelessness of the hero of the story upset his loved ones. The first lines of the story set us up for this: - “The story played out very badly...”

Why did Aunt Maria Ilyinichna repeat: “... be afraid of bad comrades”?

Why did her father agree with her?

What kind of relationships do you have in the family?

Why was it a big punishment for the boy when his father locked himself in his office?

What can you say about the boy? What is he like (conscientious, attentive, caring, worried when adults were upset)?

How did the events of that wonderful autumn morning take place?

How did the children feel? Re-read: “Excitement, general merriment...” -

Did this alarm you?

Why did the contagious example turn out to be disastrous? Read how D describes . N. Mamin-Sibiryak the ongoing tragedy.

Why does he say that the ice has cracked “ominously”?

How did the children feel when they found themselves in the water? How did you feel?

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5. We work on the words and expressions that the writer uses in the story.

Policeman - the lowest rank of police security in the city;

journeyman - assistant, assistant to a master craftsman;

considered it necessary - considered it necessary;

with intention - specifically (an intention to do something);

in supports on the bare foot there are the remains of worn out and tattered shoes;

subsequently it came out - later, after;

scattered - in different directions;

6. Title the first part of the story

8. Summing up the lesson.

9. Reflection

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Everyone live by your own mind

D. Mamin-Sibiryak. "Bad Comrade" (lesson 3)

Lesson objectives: 1. Continue reading the story by D. N. Mamin-Sibiryak “Bad Comrade.”

2.Practice reading skills.

3. Teach children to correlate the external manifestation of the hero’s behavior with his internal state.

4. Learn to compare heroes and draw conclusions.

5. Learn to title a part of a work.

6. Learn to make a plan for retelling.

7. Cultivate a caring attitude towards yourself.

During the classes

1. Organizational moment.

2. Checking homework

Students reread the first part, naming the episodes that particularly excited them. We pay attention to the quality of reading: did the emotional conscious perception of the first part of the work help students understand the tragedy of the boy’s situation. It is important to monitor the selection of intonation when reading and the observance of pauses. When reading out the most intense episodes from the story, third-graders must justify their choice, their feelings, their judgments

3. Reading and analysis of the second part of the story by students individually, in a chain

4. After reading, we identify the students’ attitude to what they read.

How did the boy and his family feel after the incident?

Why was he only really scared at home?

Why did the aunt continue to blame the boys Pasha and Kostya?

Read what she said about them. Was she right?

Why did the boy feel guilty?

Why was he afraid of meeting his father, since he never beat him?

What happened to the boy?

Why did the father say to Kolya: “Look at the portrait of the worst comrade”?

Why did the boy agree with his father?

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5. Let's title the second part.

Making a plan for the retelling

3) Relationship in the family.

6) Ice is thin, ice is thick...

7) The ice is cracked.

8) Rescue.

9) The horror of the aunt and the boy.

6. Homework

Prepare a retelling according to plan. Complete task No. 14 in the literary notebook

7. Summing up the lesson.

8. Reflection

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Friend is known in trouble

Lesson objectives: 1. Learn to convey the content of a work according to plan.

2. Activate the ability to relate the proverb to the content of part of the story.

3. Learn to use text to support your thoughts.

4.Develop the ability to make generalizations and conclusions,

5.Teach emotional holistic perception of a large text.

6. Cultivate a respectful attitude towards family and close people.

During the classes

1. Organizational moment.

2. Checking homework

It is important for the teacher to find out how the students understood D. N. Mamin-Sibiryak’s story “The Bad Comrade”, whether they placed the emphasis correctly, assessed the actions of the boy, his friends, grandmother and father, and what lesson they learned for themselves. When retelling according to plan, it is necessary to ensure that the main thing is not missed. It’s good if third-graders use the text and “pearls of folk thought” in their retelling.

1) Autumn morning with strong frost.

2) Be afraid of bad comrades - the commandment of Aunt Maria Ilyinichna.

3) Relationship in the family.

4) The first ice is beyond the strength of the guys.

5) A daredevil in a red shirt on the ice.

6) Ice is thin, ice is thick...

7) The ice is cracked.

8) Rescue.

9) The horror of the aunt and the boy.

10) Father’s assessment and boy’s consent

3. Work in a literary notebook

Task No. 17

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4. Teacher reading N. Garin-Mikhailovsky’s story “Theme and the Bug”

What should a teacher achieve with his reading? Empathy. Understanding. Participation. Thanks to the main character. Let each student imagine himself in the place of the Theme, feel his state.. Identifying the primary emotional perception of students

Which part of the story moved you the most?

When were you upset and when were you happy? Why?

5. Vocabulary work

6. Homework

Reflect on what happened to Theme. Select and prepare for reading in class the most intense episodes that interest the children

7. Summing up the lesson.

8. Reflection

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Friend is known in trouble

N. Garin-Mikhailovsky. "Theme and the Bug"

Lesson objectives:

2.Working on expressive reading skills.

3. Learn to divide the text into semantic parts.

4.Enrich children’s vocabulary, develop thinking and attention.

5. Learn to correlate the hero’s emotional state with his actions.

6. Cultivate love for our smaller brothers.

During the classes

1. Organizational moment.

2. Checking homework

We reveal the emotional attitude of third-graders to the episodes they read. What part of the story moved you the most? When were you scared and when were you happy? Why? etc.

3. Work on the first part of the story (reading, comments, analysis)

Why was Teme so worried? How does the author convey his condition? Read it. What dreams did the boy have? What did one of them push Tema to?

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4. Reading the second part of the story (teacher, students)

What did the sky look like? Garden? Terrace? Flowers? Trees?

Why did Tyoma have to crawl into the gateway?

What did he think when he looked at the lantern?

7. Summing up the lesson.

8. Reflection

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Friend is known in trouble

N. Garin-Mikhailovsky. "Theme and the Bug"

Lesson objectives: 1. Continue your acquaintance with the works of N. Garin-Mikhailovsky (“Theme and the Bug”).

2. Practicing expressive reading skills.

3. Learn to divide the text into semantic parts.

4. Enrich children's vocabulary, develop thinking and attention.

5. Learn to correlate the hero’s emotional state with his actions.

6. Cultivate love for our smaller brothers.

During the classes

1. Organizational moment.

2. Checking homework

We test independent reading skills and reading comprehension level

3. Students read the fourth part of the story silently. Reading analysis

The children already know that Tema will save Zhuchka, but with bated breath they will watch his actions again and again.

How did Tema feel when he approached the well?

Find words and expressions in the text that indicate that he was very worried about Zhuchka.

Did his condition change when he saw the Bug?

Why was the boy worried? How did he save the dog?

Did you do everything right?

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4. Title of the fourth part of the story

The names may be different, but you need to choose the optimal one

5. Homework

Learn to read the fourth part of the story expressively. Complete task No. 21 in the literary notebook

7. Summing up the lesson.

8. Reflection

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Friend is known in trouble

N. Garin-Mikhailovsky. "Theme and the Bug"

Lesson objectives: 1. Continue reading N. Garin-Mikhailovsky’s story “Theme and the Bug” (parts five and six).

2. Activate the emotional state of children, teach empathy.

3. Learn to correlate the actions and actions of the hero with his internal state.

4. Learn to analyze the work, characterize the hero.

5.Develop speech, memory, imagination.

6. Cultivate a love for animals.

During the classes

1. Organizational moment.

2. Checking homework

Students justify their choice of part of the story for expressive reading. We pay attention to intonation, melody of speech, correct pronunciation of sounds, placement of pauses during punctuation marks

3. Re-reading the fourth part by students silently

After rereading, children give the title of this part

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4. Reading the fifth part, analysis

By analyzing the fifth part, we ensure that third graders notice and appreciate the awareness of Tema’s actions, as well as his ability not to relax and win in a difficult situation.

Questions and tasks:

How did Tema feel after the unsuccessful attempt to save Zhuchka?

What did he do?

What helped him survive?

Imagine yourself in the place of Theme and Bug. How did the boy and the dog feel?

How does the author write about this?

Find the most exciting episode in the fifth part of the story.

Has the situation in the well become simpler or, conversely, more complicated?

Why do you think so? Prove your opinion with text

7. Summing up the lesson.

8. Reflection

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Friend is known in trouble

N. Garin-Mikhailovsky. "Theme and the Bug"

Lesson objectives: 1. Learn to characterize the hero using text.

2. Learn to title parts of a story, relating them to the whole.

3. Learn to draw conclusions, select the necessary proverbs.

4.Teach empathy; cultivate good personality traits.

During the classes

1. Organizational moment.

2. Checking homework

After reading the sixth and seventh parts of the story at home in class, the conversation is built around the questions: What character qualities did Theme exhibit? Can Tema and Zhuchka be called true friends? Why?

3. Work on compiling a description of the Theme. Selective reading

When composing a description of the Theme, students not only express their opinion, but also rely on the author’s attitude towards the character. For this purpose, they use the text, i.e., to confirm their thoughts, third-graders read out certain scenes and episodes from the story.

Describe the topic.

What is he like?

Does it convincingly convey the thoughts and experiences of the Theme?

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4. Selection of proverbs for certain parts of the story

This task is quite difficult, since the proverb emphasizes the main idea, so the teacher guides this work, helps, suggests

7. Summing up the lesson.

8. Reflection

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Everyone live by your own mind

The works of L. N. Tolstoy (story “Shark”)

Lesson objectives: 1. Introduce students to the life of L.N. Tolstoy.

2.Develop reader interest.

3. Identify the emotional perception of the story by students.

4. When re-reading, teach to pay attention to the description of the characters and their actions.

5. Learn to imagine yourself in the place of the heroes and convey your state and characters.

6. Learn to draw up an outline of a work and prepare a retelling according to the plan, using the author’s apt words and expressions.

7.Teach to admire the hero’s endurance and dedication.

During the classes

1. Organizational moment.

2. Checking homework

Students expressively read excerpts from the story, admire Tema’s courage, his sincere devotion to Zhuchka, and analyze the proverb “A friend is a friend in need.”

3. Reading the story “Shark” by the teacher or well-prepared students

L. N. Tolstoy's story “The Shark” introduces children to the power of the human spirit, the ability and need to not get confused in a difficult situation, concentrate and make the right decision. When reading, you must try to activate children’s feelings through psychological pauses and correctly selected intonation.

4. Identification of primary emotional perception

When did you feel worried while listening, did you want to change something or help?

Did you like the boys? How?

What feelings did you have? -These questions will help identify students' emotions. And then, after identifying feelings, we move on to a conscious understanding of the story

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5. Reading in a chain. Conversation. Selective reading

We analyze the work through free conversation and selective reading. Key questions:

Did the boys do the right thing?

Why did the artilleryman fall near the cannon only after the shot and cover his face with his hands? - will help you make the right conclusions

6. Making a retelling plan

1. A beautiful day off the coast of Africa.

2. Boys on the high seas.

3. Shark.
4. Shot.

5. Rescue

For each point of the plan, students select a statement from “Pearls of Folk Thought.” For example, “Shot” - “Risk is a noble cause”

8. Summing up the lesson.

9. Reflection

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A friend meets misfortune

The works of L. N. Tolstoy (story “Bulka”)

Lesson objectives: 1. Continue introducing students to the author’s works.

3. Learn to analyze the text, find words and expressions in it to characterize the hero.

4. Develop imagination, invention, the ability to think out, to continue the writer’s story.

5.Develop children's speech.

6. Foster a caring attitude towards animals.

During the classes

1. Organizational moment.

2. Checking homework

Students reread the story and convey its content according to plan:

3. Teacher reading an article about L.N. Tolstoy. Free conversation

Acquaintance with the personality of L. N. Tolstoy is based on students’ knowledge of the author’s works and expanding their circle. Classic works should be an integral part of students' reading

4. Teacher reading the story “Bulka”. Students reading silently

With the help of intonation and expressive reading, it is important to convey the main idea of the story - the dog’s devotion to its owner

What most showed the dog's attachment to its owner?

Is it a lot or a little - 20 miles?

How did the dog manage these 20 miles, which he rode “in the heat of the moment”?

5. Analysis of the story, conversation

Questions from the textbook, teachers direct students to an in-depth understanding of the text: Did you like Bulka? How? How does the author describe it? What do Bulka’s actions say? Think about what could happen, etc.

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6. Coming up with a continuation of the story. Reading in a chain, preparing for a detailed retelling

It is very important that children do not stray from this particular story and come up with its continuation

7. Homework

Prepare a detailed retelling and continuation of the story

8. Summing up the lesson.

9. Reflection

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General lesson “Repeat and create”

Lesson objectives: 1. Summarize and consolidate students’ knowledge.

2. Develop interest in the works of writers whose works you have encountered
in the "Land of Wise Lessons".

3.Activate creative imagination.

4.Develop speech.

5. Develop communication skills.

During the classes

1. Organizational moment.

2. Checking homework

It’s very interesting to follow the guys’ versions about Bulka’s future. It is imperative to appreciate and reward children for their creativity.

The purpose of this section is to systematize all the knowledge that students have received, to name works and authors by passage. Thus, we teach schoolchildren to be attentive to the author’s word, to feel and understand it

4. Think

What wise lessons were learned from certain works? Which one was the most memorable? Why is this country called “The Land of Wise Lessons”? Give it a different name

(Eagle’s conceit and pride. You can’t be too proud. A mother’s boundless love for her sons; Surprisingly subtle, warm ties connect the narrator with his grandmother. He not only understands her condition, but is ready to do everything to change it. This understanding is the essence story

L. N. Tolstoy’s story “The Shark” introduces children to the power of the human spirit, the ability and need to not get confused in a difficult situation, concentrate and make the right decision.)

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5. Come up with your own “wise lesson”

This class work takes place under the guidance and assistance of the teacher. Let this be a collective “wise lesson”

6. Write “thoughts of wisdom”

We offer “scattered” words of proverbs

Which tells how Song Jiang rewarded the victorious fighters and how Guan Sheng defeated the commanders of water and fire

Which tells how Wu Yun lured the Jade Qilin into the camp by cunning and how Zhang Shun changed the boat at night at the crossing to Jingshatan

A story about a talking dog (10 pages). Mikhail Loskutov a story about a talking dog Dragoon topsy-turvy summary

Victor Dragunsky Main rivers of America

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Victor Dragunsky
Main rivers of America