Fairy tales that teach good...
These good fairy tales for the night with a happy and instructive ending, they will delight your child before bed, calm him down, and teach him kindness and friendship.
2. The tale of how Fedya saved the forest from an evil sorcerer
In the summer, the boy Fedya Egorov came to rest in the village with his grandparents. This village stood right next to the forest. Fedya decided to go into the forest to pick berries and mushrooms, but his grandparents did not let him in. They said that the real Baba Yaga lives in their forest, and for more than two hundred years no one has gone to this forest.
Fedya did not believe that Baba Yaga lived in the forest, but he obeyed his grandparents and did not go into the forest, but went to the river to fish. The cat Vaska followed Fedya. The fish were biting well. There were already three ruffs floating in Fedya’s jar when the cat knocked it over and ate the fish. Fedya saw this, got upset and decided to postpone fishing until tomorrow. Fedya returned home. Grandparents were not at home. Fedya put away the fishing rod, put on a long-sleeved shirt and, taking a basket, went to the neighbor’s children to invite them into the forest.
Fedya believed that his grandparents had written about Baba Yaga, that they simply did not want him to go into the forest, because it is always very easy to get lost in the forest. But Fedya was not afraid of getting lost in the forest, since he wanted to go into the forest with friends who had lived here for a long time, and therefore knew the forest well.
Much to Fedya’s surprise, all the guys refused to go with him and they began to dissuade him. ...
3. Obeshchaikin
Once upon a time there was a boy Fedya Egorov. Fedya did not always keep his promises. Sometimes, having promised his parents to clean up his toys, he got carried away, forgot and left them scattered.
One day Fedya’s parents left him alone at home and asked him not to lean out of the window. Fedya promised them that he would not lean out of the window, but would draw. He took out everything he needed for drawing, sat down in a large room at the table and began to draw.
But as soon as mom and dad left the house, Fedya was immediately drawn to the window. Fedya thought: “So what, I promised not to peek, I’ll quickly peek out and see what the guys are doing in the yard, and mom and dad won’t even know that I was peeking.”
Fedya placed a chair near the window, climbed onto the window sill, lowered the handle on the frame, and before he even had time to pull the window sash, it swung open. By some miracle, just like in a fairy tale, a flying carpet appeared in front of the window, and on it sat a grandfather unfamiliar to Fedya. Grandfather smiled and said:
- Hello, Fedya! Do you want me to give you a ride on my carpet? ...
4. A tale about food
The boy Fedya Egorov became stubborn at the table:
- I don’t want to eat soup and I won’t eat porridge. I don't like bread!
The soup, porridge and bread took offense at him, disappeared from the table and ended up in the forest. And at this time an angry hungry wolf was prowling through the forest and said:
– I love soup, porridge and bread! Oh, how I wish I could eat them!
The food heard this and flew straight into the wolf's mouth. The wolf has eaten his fill, sits contentedly, licking his lips. And Fedya left the table without eating. For dinner, mom served potato pancakes with jelly, and Fedya became stubborn again:
- Mom, I don’t want pancakes, I want pancakes with sour cream!
5. The Tale of the Nervous Pika or the Magic Book of Yegor Kuzmich
There lived two brothers - Fedya and Vasya Egorov. They constantly started fights, quarrels, divided something among themselves, quarreled, argued over trifles, and at the same time the youngest of the brothers, Vasya, always squeaked. Sometimes the eldest of the brothers, Fedya, also squealed. The squeaking of the children greatly irritated and upset the parents, and especially the mother. And people often get sick from grief.
So the mother of these boys got sick, so much so that she stopped getting up even for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
The doctor who came to treat my mother prescribed her medication and said that my mother needed peace and quiet. Dad, leaving for work, asked the children not to make noise. He gave them the book and said:
– The book is interesting, read it. I think you'll like it.
6. The Tale of Fedya’s Toys
Once upon a time there was a boy Fedya Egorov. Like all kids, he had a lot of toys. Fedya loved his toys, he played with them with pleasure, but there was one problem - he did not like to clean them up after himself. He will play and leave where he played. The toys lay in disarray on the floor and got in the way, everyone was tripping over them, even Fedya himself threw them away.
And then one day the toys got tired of it.
“We need to run away from Fedya before they completely break us.” We must go to the good guys who take care of their toys and put them away,” said the plastic soldier.
…
7. An instructive tale for boys and girls: The Devil's Tail
Once upon a time there lived the Devil. That Devil had a magic tail. With the help of his tail, the Devil could find himself anywhere, but, most importantly, the Devil’s tail could fulfill whatever he wanted, for this he only had to think of a wish and wave his tail. This devil was very evil and very harmful.
He used the magical power of his tail for harmful deeds. He caused accidents on the roads, drowned people in rivers, broke ice under fishermen, started fires and committed many other atrocities. One day the Devil got tired of living alone in his underground kingdom.
He built himself a kingdom on earth, surrounded it with dense forest and swamps so that no one could approach him, and began to think about who else to populate his kingdom with. The Devil thought and thought and came up with the idea of populating his kingdom with assistants who would commit harmful atrocities on his orders.
The Devil decided to take naughty children as his assistants. ...
Also on topic:
Poem: “Fedya is a nice boy”
Cheerful boy Fedya
Riding a bike,
Fedya is driving along the path,
Stepping back a little to the left.
At this time on the track
Murka the cat jumped out.
Fedya suddenly slowed down,
I missed Murka the Cat.
Fedya moves on briskly,
A friend shouts to him: “Wait a minute!”
Let me ride a little.
This is a friend, not anyone,
Fedya said: “Take it, my friend.”
Ride one circle.
He sat down on the bench himself,
He sees a faucet and a watering can nearby,
And there are flowers waiting in the flowerbed -
Who would give me a sip of water?
Fedya, jumping off the bench,
All the flowers were watered from a watering can
And he poured water for the geese,
So they can get drunk.
- Our Fedya is so good,
- Prosha the cat suddenly noticed,
- Yes, he is good enough to be our friend,
- said the goose, drinking some water.
- Woof woof woof! - said Polkan,
– Fedya is a nice boy!
“Fedya is a hooligan boy”
Cheerful boy Fedya
Riding a bike
Directly off the road
Fedya, the mischievous one, is coming.
Driving straight across the lawn
So I ran into peonies,
I broke three stems,
And scared away three moths,
He crushed more daisies,
I caught my shirt on a bush,
Immediately he crashed into a bench,
He kicked and knocked over the watering can,
I soaked my sandals in a puddle,
I used mud on the pedals.
“Ha-ha-ha,” said the gander,
Well, what a weirdo he is,
You have to drive on the path!
“Yes,” said the kitten Proshka,
– there’s no road at all!
The cat said: “He does a lot of harm!”
“Woof-woof-woof,” said Polkan,
- This boy is a bully!
The boy Yasha always loved to climb everywhere and get into everything. As soon as they brought any suitcase or box, Yasha immediately found himself in it.
And he climbed into all sorts of bags. And into the closets. And under the tables.
Mom often said:
“I’m afraid that if I go to the post office with him, he’ll get into some empty parcel and they’ll send him to Kzyl-Orda.”
He got a lot of trouble for this.
And then Yasha new fashion took it and began to fall from everywhere. When the house heard:
- Uh! – everyone understood that Yasha had fallen from somewhere. And the louder the “uh” was, the greater the altitude from which Yasha flew. For example, mom hears:
- Uh! - that means it’s okay. It was Yasha who simply fell off his stool.
If you hear:
- Uh-uh! - this means the matter is very serious. It was Yasha who fell off the table. We need to go and inspect his lumps. And when visiting, Yasha climbed everywhere, and even tried to climb onto the shelves in the store.
One day dad said:
“Yasha, if you climb anywhere else, I don’t know what I’ll do to you.” I'll tie you to the vacuum cleaner with ropes. And you will walk everywhere with a vacuum cleaner. And you will go to the store with your mother with a vacuum cleaner, and in the yard you will play in the sand tied to the vacuum cleaner.
Yasha was so scared that after these words he didn’t climb anywhere for half a day.
And then he finally climbed onto dad’s table and fell down along with the phone. Dad took it and actually tied it to the vacuum cleaner.
Yasha walks around the house, and the vacuum cleaner follows him like a dog. And he goes to the store with his mother with a vacuum cleaner, and plays in the yard. Very uncomfortable. You can't climb a fence or ride a bike.
But Yasha learned to turn on the vacuum cleaner. Now, instead of “uh”, “uh-uh” began to be heard constantly.
As soon as mom sits down to knit socks for Yasha, suddenly all over the house - “oo-oo-oo”. Mom is jumping up and down.
We decided to come to an amicable agreement. Yasha was untied from the vacuum cleaner. And he promised not to climb anywhere else. Dad said:
– This time, Yasha, I will be stricter. I'll tie you to a stool. And I’ll nail the stool to the floor. And you will live with a stool, like a dog with a kennel.
Yasha was very afraid of such punishment.
But then a very wonderful opportunity turned up - we bought a new wardrobe.
First Yasha climbed into the closet. He sat in the closet for a long time, banging his forehead against the walls. This is an interesting matter. Then I got bored and went out.
He decided to climb onto the closet.
Yasha moved towards the closet dinner table and climbed on it. But I didn’t reach the top of the closet.
Then he placed a light chair on the table. He climbed onto the table, then onto the chair, then onto the back of the chair and began to climb onto the closet. I'm already halfway across.
And then the chair slipped out from under his feet and fell to the floor. And Yasha remained half on the closet, half in the air.
Somehow he climbed onto the closet and fell silent. Try telling your mom:
- Oh, mom, I’m sitting on the closet!
Mom will immediately transfer him to a stool. And he will live like a dog all his life near the stool.
Here he sits and is silent. Five minutes, ten minutes, five more minutes. All in all, whole month almost. And Yasha slowly began to cry.
And mom hears: Yasha can’t hear something.
And if you can’t hear Yasha, it means Yasha is doing something wrong. Or he chews matches, or he climbed up to his knees into the aquarium, or he draws Cheburashka on his father’s papers.
Mom became in different places take a look. And in the closet, and in the nursery, and in dad’s office. And there is order everywhere: dad works, the clock is ticking. And if there is order everywhere, it means that something difficult must have happened to Yasha. Something extraordinary.
Mom screams:
- Yasha, where are you?
But Yasha is silent.
- Yasha, where are you?
But Yasha is silent.
Then mom started thinking. He sees a chair lying on the floor. He sees that the table is not in place. He sees Yasha sitting on the closet.
Mom asks:
- Well, Yasha, are you going to sit on the closet all your life now, or are we going to climb down?
Yasha doesn't want to go down. He is afraid that he will be tied to a stool.
He says:
- I won’t get down.
Mom says:
- Okay, let's live on the closet. Now I'll bring you lunch.
She brought Yasha soup in a plate, a spoon and bread, and a small table and a stool.
Yasha was having lunch on the closet.
Then his mother brought him a potty on the closet. Yasha was sitting on the potty.
And in order to wipe his butt, mom had to stand on the table herself.
At this time, two boys came to visit Yasha.
Mom asks:
- Well, should you serve Kolya and Vitya for the cupboard?
Yasha says:
- Serve.
And then dad couldn’t stand it from his office:
“Now I’ll come and visit him at his closet.” Not just one, but with a strap. Remove it from the cabinet immediately.
They took Yasha out of the closet, and he said:
“Mom, the reason I didn’t get off is because I’m afraid of the stool.” Dad promised to tie me to the stool.
“Oh, Yasha,” says mom, “you’re still little.” You don't understand jokes. Go play with the guys.
But Yasha understood jokes.
But he also understood that dad didn’t like to joke.
He can easily tie Yasha to a stool. And Yasha didn’t climb anywhere else.
How the boy Yasha ate poorly
Yasha was good to everyone, but he ate poorly. All the time with concerts. Either mom sings to him, then dad shows him tricks. And he gets along well:
- Don't want.
Mom says:
- Yasha, eat your porridge.
- Don't want.
Dad says:
- Yasha, drink juice!
- Don't want.
Mom and Dad are tired of trying to persuade him every time. And then my mother read in one scientific pedagogical book that children do not need to be persuaded to eat. You need to put a plate of porridge in front of them and wait until they get hungry and eat everything.
They set and placed plates in front of Yasha, but he didn’t eat or eat anything. He doesn’t eat cutlets, soup, or porridge. He became thin and dead, like a straw.
- Yasha, eat your porridge!
- Don't want.
- Yasha, eat your soup!
- Don't want.
Previously, his pants were difficult to fasten, but now he was hanging out completely freely in them. It was possible to put another Yasha in these pants.
And then one day a strong wind blew.
And Yasha was playing in the area. He was very light, and the wind blew him around the area. I rolled to the wire mesh fence. And there Yasha got stuck.
So he sat, pressed against the fence by the wind, for an hour.
Mom calls:
- Yasha, where are you? Go home and suffer with the soup.
But he doesn't come. You can't even hear him. He not only became dead, but his voice also became dead. You can't hear anything about him squeaking there.
And he squeaks:
- Mom, take me away from the fence!
Mom began to worry - where did Yasha go? Where to look for it? Yasha is neither seen nor heard.
Dad said this:
“I think our Yasha was blown away somewhere by the wind.” Come on, mom, we'll take the pot of soup out onto the porch. The wind will blow and bring the smell of soup to Yasha. He will come crawling to this delicious smell.
Short story with makes a lot of sense it is much easier for a child to master than long piece with several topics. Start reading with simple sketches and move on to more serious books. (Vasily Sukhomlinsky)
Ingratitude
Grandfather Andrei invited his grandson Matvey to visit. The grandfather put a large bowl of honey in front of his grandson, put white rolls, and invites:
- Eat honey, Matveyka. If you want, eat honey and rolls with a spoon; if you want, eat rolls with honey.
Matvey ate honey with kalachi, then kalachi with honey. I ate so much that it became difficult to breathe. He wiped his sweat, sighed and asked:
- Please tell me, grandfather, what kind of honey is this - linden or buckwheat?
- And what? – Grandfather Andrey was surprised. “I treated you to buckwheat honey, grandson.”
“Linden honey still tastes better,” said Matvey and yawned: after a hearty meal he was feeling sleepy.
Pain squeezed Grandfather Andrei’s heart. He was silent. And the grandson continued to ask:
– Is the flour for kalachi made from spring or winter wheat? Grandfather Andrey turned pale. His heart was squeezed with unbearable pain.
It became difficult to breathe. He closed his eyes and groaned.
Why do they say “thank you”?
Two people were walking along a forest road - a grandfather and a boy. It was hot and they were thirsty.
The travelers approached the stream. Cool water gurgled quietly. They leaned in and got drunk.
“Thank you, stream,” said grandfather. The boy laughed.
– Why did you say “thank you” to the stream? - he asked his grandfather. - After all, the stream is not alive, will not hear your words, will not understand your gratitude.
- This is true. If the wolf got drunk, he wouldn’t say “thank you.” And we are not wolves, we are people. Do you know why a person says “thank you”?
Think about it, who needs this word?
The boy thought about it. He had a lot of time. The road ahead was long...
Martin
The mother swallow taught the chick to fly. The chick was very small. He flapped his weak wings ineptly and helplessly. Unable to stay in the air, the chick fell to the ground and was seriously hurt. He lay motionless and squeaked pitifully. The mother swallow was very alarmed. She circled over the chick, screamed loudly and did not know how to help him.
The girl picked up the chick and put it in a wooden box. And she put the box with the chick on a tree.
The swallow took care of her chick. She brought him food every day and fed him.
The chick began to recover quickly and was already chirping cheerfully and cheerfully flapping its strengthened wings.
The old red cat wanted to eat the chick. He quietly crept up, climbed the tree and was already at the very box. But at this time the swallow flew off the branch and began to fly boldly in front of the cat’s very nose. The cat rushed after her, but the swallow quickly dodged, and the cat missed and slammed to the ground with all its might.
Soon the chick completely recovered and the swallow, with joyful chirping, took him to his native nest under the neighboring roof.
Evgeniy Permyak
How Misha wanted to outwit his mother
Misha’s mother came home after work and clasped her hands:
- How did you, Mishenka, manage to break off a bicycle wheel?
- It, mom, broke off on its own.
- Why is your shirt torn, Mishenka?
- She, mommy, tore herself apart.
- Where did your other shoe go? Where did you lose it?
- He, Mom, got lost somewhere.
Then Misha’s mother said:
- How bad they all are! They, the scoundrels, need to be taught a lesson!
- But as? - Misha asked.
“Very simple,” my mother answered. - If they have learned to break themselves, to tear themselves apart and to get lost themselves, let them learn to repair themselves, to sew themselves up, to find themselves. And you and I, Misha, will sit at home and wait for them to do all this.
Misha sat down by the broken bicycle, in a torn shirt, without a shoe, and thought deeply. Apparently this boy had something to think about.
Short story "Ah!"
Nadya couldn’t do anything. Grandmother dressed Nadya, put on shoes, washed her, combed her hair.
Mom gave Nadya water from a cup, fed her from a spoon, put her to sleep, and lulled her to sleep.
Nadya heard about the kindergarten. The girlfriends are having fun playing there. They dance. They sing. They listen to fairy tales. Good for children kindergarten. And Nadenka would have been happy there, but they didn’t take her there. They didn't accept it!
Oh!
Nadya cried. Mom cried. Grandma cried.
- Why didn’t you accept Nadenka into kindergarten?
And in kindergarten they say:
- How can we accept her when she doesn’t know how to do anything?
Oh!
Grandmother came to her senses, mother came to her senses. And Nadya caught herself. Nadya began to dress herself, put on her shoes, wash herself, eat, drink, comb her hair, and go to bed.
When they found out about this in kindergarten, they came for Nadya themselves. They came and took her to kindergarten, dressed, with shoes, washed, and combed.
Oh!
Nikolay Nosov
steps
One day Petya was returning from kindergarten. On this day he learned to count to ten. He reached his house, and his younger sister Valya was already waiting at the gate.
- And I already know how to count! – Petya boasted. – I learned it in kindergarten. Look how I can now count all the steps on the stairs.
They began to climb the stairs, and Petya counted the steps loudly:
- Well, why did you stop? – asks Valya.
- Wait, I forgot which step is further. I'll remember now.
“Well, remember,” says Valya.
They stood on the stairs, standing. Petya says:
- No, I can’t remember that. Well, let's start over again.
They went down the stairs. They began to climb up again.
“One,” says Petya, “two, three, four, five...” And he stopped again.
- Forgot again? – asks Valya.
- Forgot! How can this be! I just remembered and suddenly forgot! Well, let's try again.
They went down the stairs again, and Petya started over:
- One, two, three, four, five...
- Maybe twenty-five? – asks Valya.
- Not really! You're just stopping me from thinking! You see, because of you I forgot! We'll have to do it all over again.
- I don’t want to at first! - says Valya. - What it is? Up, down, up, down! My legs already hurt.
“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to,” answered Petya. “And I won’t go further until I remember.”
Valya went home and said to her mother:
“Mom, Petya is counting the steps on the stairs: one, two, three, four, five, but he doesn’t remember the rest.”
“Then it’s six,” said mom.
Valya ran back to the stairs, and Petya kept counting the steps:
- One, two, three, four, five...
- Six! - Valya whispers. - Six! Six!
- Six! – Petya was happy and moved on. - Seven eight nine ten.
It’s good that the stairs ended, otherwise he would never have reached the house, because he only learned to count to ten.
Slide
The guys built a snow slide in the yard. They poured water on her and went home. Kotka didn't work. He was sitting at home, looking out the window. When the guys left, Kotka put on his skates and went up the hill. He skates across the snow, but can’t get up. What to do? Kotka took a box of sand and sprinkled it on the hill. The guys came running. How to ride now? The guys were offended by Kotka and forced him to cover his sand with snow. Kotka untied his skates and began to cover the slide with snow, and the guys poured water on it again. Kotka also made steps.
Nina Pavlova
The little mouse got lost
Mom gave the forest mouse a wheel made from a dandelion stem and said:
- Come on, play, ride around the house.
- Peep-pity-peep! - the mouse shouted. - I’ll play, I’ll ride!
And he rolled the wheel along the path downhill. I rolled it and rolled it and got so into it that I didn’t notice how I found myself in a strange place. Last year's linden nuts were lying on the ground, and above, behind the cut-out leaves, it was a completely foreign place! The mouse became quiet. Then, so that it wouldn’t be so scary, he put his wheel on the ground and sat down in the middle. Sits and thinks:
“Mom said: “Ride near the house.” Where is it near the house now?
But then he saw that the grass shook in one place and a frog jumped out.
- Peep-pity-peep! - the mouse shouted. - Tell me, frog, where near the house is my mother?
Luckily, the frog knew just this and answered:
- Run straight and straight under these flowers. You will meet a newt. He has just crawled out from under a stone, is lying and breathing, about to crawl into the pond. From Triton, turn left and run along the path straight and straight. You will see a white butterfly. She sits on a blade of grass and waits for someone. From the white butterfly, turn left again and then shout to your mother, she will hear.
- Thank you! - said the mouse.
He picked up his wheel and rolled it between the stems, under the bowls of white and yellow anemone flowers. But the wheel soon became stubborn: it would hit one stem, then another, then it would get stuck, then it would fall. But the mouse did not back down, pushed him, pulled him, and finally rolled him out onto the path.
Then he remembered the newt. After all, the newt never met! The reason he didn’t meet was because he had already crawled into the pond while the mouse was fiddling with his wheel. So the mouse never knew where he needed to turn left.
And again he rolled his wheel at random. I reached the tall grass. And again, grief: the wheel got entangled in it - and neither back nor forward!
We barely managed to get him out. And then the little mouse just remembered the white butterfly. After all, she never met.
And the white butterfly sat, sat on a blade of grass and flew away. So the mouse did not know where he needed to turn left again.
Luckily, the mouse met a bee. She flew to red currant flowers.
- Peep-pity-peep! - the mouse shouted. - Tell me, little bee, where near the house is my mother?
And the bee just knew this and answered:
- Run downhill now. You will see something turning yellow in the lowland. There, the tables seem to be covered with patterned tablecloths, and there are yellow cups on them. This is a spleen, such a flower. From the spleen, go up the mountain. You will see flowers as radiant as the sun and next to them - on long legs - fluffy white balls. This is a coltsfoot flower. Turn right from it and then shout to your mother, she will hear.
- Thank you! - said the mouse...
Where to run now? And it was already getting dark, and you couldn’t see anyone around! The mouse sat down under a leaf and cried. And he cried so loudly that his mother heard and came running. How happy he was with her! And she even more: she didn’t even hope that her little son was alive. And they happily ran home side by side.
Valentina Oseeva
Button
Tanya's button came off. Tanya spent a long time sewing it to the blouse.
“And what, grandmother,” she asked, “do all boys and girls know how to sew on their buttons?”
- I don’t know, Tanyusha; Both boys and girls can tear off buttons, but grandmothers increasingly get to sew them on.
- That's how it is! - Tanya said offended. - And you forced me, as if you weren’t a grandmother yourself!
Three comrades
Vitya lost his breakfast. On big change all the guys were having breakfast, and Vitya stood aside.
- Why do not you eat? - Kolya asked him.
- I lost my breakfast...
“It’s bad,” said Kolya, biting off a large piece of white bread. - There’s still a long way to go until lunch!
- Where did you lose it? - Misha asked.
“I don’t know...” Vitya said quietly and turned away.
“You probably carried it in your pocket, but you should put it in your bag,” said Misha. But Volodya didn’t ask anything. He walked up to Vita, broke a piece of bread and butter in half and handed it to his comrade:
- Take it, eat it!
Interesting stories by Viktor Golyavkin for junior schoolchildren. Stories to read in primary school. extracurricular reading in grades 1-4.
Victor Golyavkin. NOTEBOOKS IN THE RAIN
During recess, Marik says to me:
- Let's run away from class. Look how nice it is outside!
- What if Aunt Dasha is late with the briefcases?
- You need to throw your briefcases out the window.
We looked out the window: it was dry near the wall, but a little further away there was a huge puddle. Don't throw your briefcases into a puddle! We took the belts off the trousers, tied them together and carefully lowered the briefcases onto them. At this time the bell rang. The teacher entered. I had to sit down. The lesson has begun. The rain poured outside the window. Marik writes me a note:
Our notebooks are missing
I answer him:
Our notebooks are missing
He writes to me:
What we are going to do?
I answer him:
What we are going to do?
Suddenly they call me to the board.
“I can’t,” I say, “I have to go to the board.”
“How,” I think, “can I walk without a belt?”
“Go, go, I’ll help you,” says the teacher.
- You don’t need to help me.
-Are you ill by any chance?
“I’m sick,” I say.
— How’s your homework?
— Good with your homework.
The teacher comes up to me.
- Well, show me your notebook.
- What's going on with you?
- You'll have to give it a two.
He opens the magazine and gives me a bad mark, and I think about my notebook, which is now getting wet in the rain.
The teacher gave me a bad grade and calmly said:
- You're kind of strange today...
Victor Golyavkin. THINGS ARE NOT GOING MY WAY
One day I come home from school. That day I just got a bad grade. I walk around the room and sing. I sing and sing so that no one thinks that I got a bad mark. Otherwise they will ask: “Why are you gloomy, why are you thoughtful? »
Father says:
- Why is he singing like that?
And mom says:
- He probably has fun mood, so he sings.
Father says:
“I guess I got an A, and that’s a lot of fun for the man.” It's always fun when you do something good.
When I heard this, I sang even louder.
Then the father says:
“Okay, Vovka, please your father and show him the diary.”
Then I immediately stopped singing.
- For what? - I ask.
“I see,” says the father, “you really want to show me the diary.”
He takes the diary from me, sees a deuce there and says:
— Surprisingly, I got a bad mark and is singing! What, is he crazy? Come on, Vova, come here! Do you happen to have a fever?
“I don’t have,” I say, “no fever...
The father spread his hands and said:
- Then you need to be punished for this singing...
That's how unlucky I am!
Victor Golyavkin. THAT'S WHAT'S INTERESTING
When Goga started going to first grade, he knew only two letters: O - circle and T - hammer. That's all. I didn't know any other letters. And I couldn't read.
Grandmother tried to teach him, but he immediately came up with a trick:
- Now, now, grandma, I’ll wash the dishes for you.
And he immediately ran to the kitchen to wash the dishes. And the old grandmother forgot about studying and even bought him gifts for helping him with the housework. And Gogin’s parents were on a long business trip and relied on their grandmother. And of course, they didn’t know that their son still hadn’t learned to read. But Goga often washed the floor and dishes, went to buy bread, and his grandmother praised him in every possible way in letters to his parents. And I read it aloud to him. And Goga, sitting comfortably on the sofa, listened with eyes closed. “Why should I learn to read,” he reasoned, “if my grandmother reads aloud to me.” He didn't even try.
And in class he dodged as best he could.
The teacher tells him:
- Read it here.
He pretended to read, and he himself told from memory what his grandmother read to him. The teacher stopped him. To the laughter of the class, he said:
“If you want, I’d better close the window so it doesn’t blow.”
“I’m so dizzy that I’m probably going to fall...
He pretended so skillfully that one day his teacher sent him to the doctor. The doctor asked:
- How is your health?
“It’s bad,” said Goga.
- What hurts?
- Well, then go to class.
- Why?
- Because nothing hurts you.
- How do you know?
- How do you know that? - the doctor laughed. And he slightly pushed Goga towards the exit. Goga never pretended to be sick again, but continued to prevaricate.
And the efforts of my classmates came to nothing. First, Masha, an excellent student, was assigned to him.
“Let’s study seriously,” Masha told him.
- When? - asked Goga.
- Yeah right now.
“I’ll come now,” Goga said.
And he left and did not return.
Then Grisha, an excellent student, was assigned to him. They stayed in the classroom. But as soon as Grisha opened the primer, Goga reached under the desk.
- Where are you going? - Grisha asked.
“Come here,” Goga called.
- And here no one will interfere with us.
- Yah you! - Grisha, of course, was offended and left immediately.
No one else was assigned to him.
As time went. He was dodging.
Gogin's parents arrived and found that their son could not read a single line. The father grabbed his head, and the mother grabbed the book she had brought for her child.
“Now every evening,” she said, “I will read this wonderful book aloud to my son.”
Grandma said:
- Yes, yes, I also read interesting books aloud to Gogochka every evening.
But the father said:
- It was really in vain that you did this. Our Gogochka has become so lazy that he cannot read a single line. I ask everyone to leave for the meeting.
And dad, along with grandmother and mom, left for a meeting. And Goga was at first worried about the meeting, and then calmed down when his mother began to read to him from a new book. And he even shook his legs with pleasure and almost spat on the carpet.
But he didn't know what kind of meeting it was! What was decided there!
So, mom read him a page and a half after the meeting. And he, swinging his legs, naively imagined that this would continue to happen. But when mom stopped really interesting place, he became worried again.
And when she handed him the book, he became even more worried.
He immediately suggested:
- Let me wash the dishes for you, mommy.
And he ran to wash the dishes.
He ran to his father.
His father sternly told him never to make such requests to him again.
He thrust the book to his grandmother, but she yawned and dropped it from her hands. He picked up the book from the floor and gave it to his grandmother again. But she dropped it from her hands again. No, she had never fallen asleep so quickly in her chair before! “Is she really asleep,” thought Goga, “or was she instructed to pretend at the meeting? “Goga tugged at her, shook her, but grandma didn’t even think about waking up.
In despair, he sat down on the floor and began to look at the pictures. But from the pictures it was difficult to understand what was happening there next.
He brought the book to class. But his classmates refused to read to him. Not only that: Masha immediately left, and Grisha defiantly reached under the desk.
Goga pestered the high school student, but he flicked him on the nose and laughed.
That's what a home meeting is all about!
This is what the public means!
He soon read the entire book and many other books, but out of habit he never forgot to go buy bread, wash the floor or wash the dishes.
That's what's interesting!
Victor Golyavkin. IN THE CLOSET
Before class, I climbed into the closet. I wanted to meow from the closet. They'll think it's a cat, but it's me.
I was sitting in the closet, waiting for the lesson to start, and didn’t notice how I fell asleep.
I wake up and the class is quiet. I look through the crack - there is no one. I pushed the door, but it was closed. So, I slept through the entire lesson. Everyone went home, and they locked me in the closet.
It's stuffy in the closet and dark as night. I got scared, I started screaming:
- Uh-uh! I'm in the closet! Help!
I listened - silence all around.
- ABOUT! Comrades! I'm sitting in the closet!
I hear someone's steps. Someone is coming.
- Who's bawling here?
I immediately recognized Aunt Nyusha, the cleaning lady.
I was delighted and shouted:
- Aunt Nyusha, I’m here!
- Where are you, dear?
- I'm in the closet! In the closet!
- How did you get there, my dear?
- I'm in the closet, grandma!
- So I hear that you are in the closet. So what do you want?
- They locked me in a closet. Oh, grandma!
Aunt Nyusha left. Silence again. She probably went to get the key.
Pal Palych knocked on the cabinet with his finger.
“There’s no one there,” said Pal Palych.
- Why not? “Yes,” said Aunt Nyusha.
- Well, where is he? - said Pal Palych and knocked on the closet again.
I was afraid that everyone would leave and I would remain in the closet, and I shouted with all my might:
- I'm here!
- Who are you? - asked Pal Palych.
- I... Tsypkin...
- Why did you climb there, Tsypkin?
- They locked me... I didn’t get in...
- Hm... They locked him up! But he didn’t get in! Have you seen it? What wizards there are in our school! They don't get into the closet when they are locked in the closet. Miracles don’t happen, do you hear, Tsypkin?
- I hear...
- How long have you been sitting there? - asked Pal Palych.
- Don't know...
“Find the key,” said Pal Palych. - Fast.
Aunt Nyusha went to get the key, but Pal Palych stayed behind. He sat down on a chair nearby and began to wait. I saw through
the crack of his face. He was very angry. He lit a cigarette and said:
- Well! This is what prank leads to. Tell me honestly: why are you in the closet?
I really wanted to disappear from the closet. They open the closet, and I’m not there. It was as if I had never been there. They will ask me: “Were you in the closet?” I will say: “I wasn’t.” They will say to me: “Who was there?” I will say: “I don’t know.”
But this only happens in fairy tales! Surely tomorrow they will call your mother... Your son, they will say, climbed into the closet, slept through all the lessons there, and all that... as if it’s comfortable for me to sleep here! My legs ache, my back hurts. One torment! What was my answer?
I was silent.
-Are you alive there? - asked Pal Palych.
- Alive...
- Well, sit down, they will open soon...
- I am sitting...
“So...” said Pal Palych. - So will you answer me why you climbed into this closet?
- Who? Tsypkin? In the closet? Why?
I wanted to disappear again.
The director asked:
- Tsypkin, is that you?
I sighed heavily. I simply couldn't answer anymore.
Aunt Nyusha said:
— The class leader took the key away.
“Break the door,” said the director.
I felt the door being broken down, the closet shook, and I hit my forehead painfully. I was afraid that the cabinet would fall, and I cried. I pressed my hands against the walls of the closet, and when the door gave way and opened, I continued to stand in the same way.
“Well, come out,” said the director. “And explain to us what that means.”
I didn't move. I was scared.
- Why is he standing? - asked the director.
I was pulled out of the closet.
I was silent the whole time.
I didn't know what to say.
I just wanted to meow. But how would I put it...
When Mishka and I were very little, we really wanted to ride in a car, but we just never succeeded. No matter how much we asked for drivers, no one wanted to give us a ride. One day we were walking in the yard. Suddenly we looked - on the street, near our gate, a car stopped. The driver got out of the car and went somewhere. We ran up. I speak:
This is Volga.
No, this is Moskvich.
You understand a lot! - I say.
Of course, “Moskvich,” says Mishka. - Look at his hood.
How much trouble Mishka and I had before the New Year! We have been preparing for the holiday for a long time: we glued paper chains to the Christmas tree, cut out flags, made various Christmas decorations. Everything would have been fine, but then Mishka took out a book somewhere “ Entertaining chemistry” and read in it how to make sparklers yourself.
This is where the chaos began! For whole days he pounded sulfur and sugar in a mortar, made aluminum filings and set fire to the mixture for testing. There was smoke and a stink throughout the house. asphyxiating gases. The neighbors were angry, and there were no sparklers.
But Mishka did not lose heart. He even invited many of the kids from our class to his Christmas tree and boasted that he would have sparklers.
They know what they are! - he said. - They sparkle like silver and scatter in all directions with fiery splashes. I tell Mishka:
Once upon a time there was a dog Barboska. He had a friend - the cat Vaska. They both lived with their grandfather. Grandfather went to work, Barboska guarded the house, and Vaska the cat caught mice.
One day, grandfather went to work, the cat Vaska ran off for a walk somewhere, and Barbos stayed at home. Having nothing else to do, he climbed onto the windowsill and began to look out the window. He was bored, so he yawned around.
“It’s good for our grandfather! - thought Barboska. - He went to work and is working. Vaska is doing well too - he ran away from home and is walking on the rooftops. But I have to sit and guard the apartment.”
At this time, Barboskin's friend Bobik was running down the street. They often met in the yard and played together. Barbos saw his friend and was delighted:
Chapter first
Just think how quickly time flies! Before I knew it, the holidays were over and it was time to go to school. All summer I did nothing but run around the streets and play football, and I even forgot to think about books. That is, I sometimes read books, but not educational ones, but some fairy tales or stories, and so that I could study the Russian language or arithmetic - this was not the case. I was already good at Russian, but I didn’t like arithmetic. The worst thing for me was solving problems. Olga Nikolaevna even wanted to give me a summer job in arithmetic, but then she regretted it and transferred me to the fourth grade without work.
I don’t want to ruin your summer,” she said. - I will transfer you this way, but you must promise that you will study arithmetic yourself in the summer.
Mishka and I had a wonderful life at the dacha! This is where the freedom was! Do what you want, go wherever you want. You can go to the forest to pick mushrooms or pick berries, or swim in the river, but if you don’t want to swim, just go fishing and no one will say a word to you. When my mother’s vacation ended and she had to get ready to go back to the city, Mishka and I even became sad. Aunt Natasha noticed that we were both walking around as if we were in a daze, and began to persuade my mother to let Mishka and I stay for a while longer. Mom agreed and agreed with Aunt Natasha so that she would feed us and stuff like that, and she would leave.
Mishka and I stayed with Aunt Natasha. And Aunt Natasha had a dog, Dianka. And just on the day when her mother left, Dianka suddenly gave birth to six puppies. Five were black with red spots and one was completely red, only one ear was black.
The hat was lying on the chest of drawers, the kitten Vaska was sitting on the floor near the chest of drawers, and Vovka and Vadik were sitting at the table and coloring pictures. Suddenly something plopped behind them and fell to the floor. They turned around and saw a hat on the floor near the chest of drawers.
Vovka went up to the chest of drawers, bent down, wanted to pick up his hat - and suddenly he shouted:
Ah ah ah! - and run to the side.
What are you? - asks Vadik.
She's alive, alive!
One day a glazier was sealing the frames for the winter, and Kostya and Shurik stood nearby and watched. When the glazier left, they picked up the putty from the windows and began to sculpt animals from it. Only they didn’t get the animals. Then Kostya blinded a snake and said to Shurik:
Look what I got.
Shurik looked and said:
Liverwurst.
Kostya was offended and hid the putty in his pocket. Then they went to the cinema. Shurik kept getting worried and asked:
Where's the putty?
And Kostya answered:
Here it is, in your pocket. I won't eat it!
They took tickets to the cinema and bought two mint gingerbread cookies.
Bobka had wonderful pants: green, or rather khaki. Bobka loved them very much and always boasted:
Look, guys, what kind of pants I have. Soldiers!
All the guys, of course, were jealous. No one else had green pants like these.
One day Bobka climbed over the fence, got caught on a nail and tore these wonderful pants. Out of frustration, he almost cried, went home as quickly as possible and began to ask his mother to sew it up.
Mom got angry:
You will climb fences, tear your pants, and I have to sew them up?
I won't do it again! Sew it up, mom!
Valya and I are entertainers. We are always playing some games.
Once we read the fairy tale "The Three Little Pigs". And then they started playing. At first we ran around the room, jumped and shouted:
We are not afraid of the gray wolf!
Then mom went to the store, and Valya said:
Come on, Petya, let's make ourselves a house, like those pigs in the fairy tale.
We pulled the blanket off the bed and covered the table with it. This is how the house turned out. We climbed into it, and it was dark and dark in there!
There lived a little girl named Ninochka. She was only five years old. She had a dad, a mom and an old grandmother, whom Ninochka called grandma.
Ninochka’s mother went to work every day, and Ninochka’s grandmother stayed with her. She taught Ninochka to dress, and wash, and fasten the buttons on her bra, and lace her shoes, and braid her hair, and even write letters.
Anyone who has read the book “The Adventure of Dunno” knows that Dunno had many friends - little people just like him.
Among them were two mechanics - Vintik and Shpuntik, who were very fond of making different things. One day they decided to build a vacuum cleaner to clean the room.
We made a round metal box from two halves. An electric motor with a fan was placed in one half, a rubber tube was attached to the other, and a piece of dense material was placed between both halves so that dust would be retained in the vacuum cleaner.
They worked all day and all night, and only the next morning the vacuum cleaner was ready.
Everyone was still sleeping, but Vintik and Shpuntik really wanted to check how the vacuum cleaner worked.
Znayka, who loved to read, read a lot in books about distant countries and various travels. Often, when there was nothing to do in the evening, he would tell his friends about what he had read in books. The kids loved these stories very much. They liked to hear about countries that they had never seen, but most of all they liked to hear about travelers, since different things happen to travelers. incredible stories and the most extraordinary adventures happen.
After hearing such stories, the kids began to dream about going on a trip themselves. Some suggested hiking, others suggested sailing along the river in boats, and Znayka said:
Let's make a hot air balloon and fly in the balloon.
If Dunno took on something, he did it wrong, and everything turned out topsy-turvy for him. He learned to read only by words, and he could only write in block letters. Many said that Dunno had a completely empty head, but this is not true, because how could he think then? Of course, he didn’t think well, but he put his shoes on his feet, and not on his head—this, too, requires consideration.
Dunno was not so bad. He really wanted to learn something, but did not like to work. He wanted to learn right away, without any difficulty, and even the smartest little guy couldn’t get anything out of this.
Toddlers and little girls loved music very much, and Guslya was a wonderful musician. He had different musical instruments, and he often played them. Everyone listened to the music and praised it very much. Dunno was jealous that Guslya was being praised, so he began to ask him:
- Teach me to play. I also want to be a musician.
The mechanic Vintik and his assistant Shpuntik were very good craftsmen. They looked alike, only Vintik was a little taller, and Shpuntik was a little shorter. Both wore leather jackets. Wrenches, pliers, files and other iron tools were always sticking out of their jacket pockets. If the jackets weren’t leather, the pockets would have come off long ago. Their hats were also leather, with canned glasses. They wore these glasses while working so as not to get dust in their eyes.
Vintik and Shpuntik sat in their workshop all day long and repaired primus stoves, pots, kettles, frying pans, and when there was nothing to repair, they made tricycles and scooters for short people.
Mom recently gave Vitalik an aquarium with fish. It was a very good fish, beautiful! Silver crucian carp - that's what it was called. Vitalik was glad that he had a crucian carp. At first he was very interested in the fish - he fed it, changed the water in the aquarium, and then he got used to it and sometimes even forgot to feed it on time.
I'll tell you about Fedya Rybkin, how he made the whole class laugh. He had a habit of making guys laugh. And he didn’t care: it was a break now or a lesson. So here it is. It started when Fedya got into a fight with Grisha Kopeikin over a bottle of mascara. But to tell the truth, there was no fight here. Nobody hit anyone. They simply tore the bottle out of each other’s hands, and the mascara splashed out of it, and one drop landed on Fedya’s forehead. This left him with a black blot the size of a nickel on his forehead.
Under my window there is a front garden with a low cast-iron fence. In winter, the janitor cleans the street and shovels snow behind the fence, and I throw pieces of bread through the window for the sparrows. As soon as these little birds see a treat in the snow, they immediately fly off different sides and sit on the branches of a tree that grows in front of the window. They sit for a long time, looking around restlessly, but do not dare to go down. They must be frightened by people passing on the street.
But then one sparrow plucked up courage, flew off the branch and, sitting down in the snow, began pecking at the bread.
Mom left home and said to Misha:
I'm leaving, Mishenka, and you behave well. Don't play around without me and don't touch anything. For this I will give you a big red lollipop.
Mom left. At first Misha behaved well: he didn’t play pranks and didn’t touch anything. Then he just moved a chair to the sideboard, climbed onto it and opened the doors of the sideboard. He stands and looks at the buffet, and thinks:
“I don’t touch anything, I just look.”
And there was a sugar bowl in the cupboard. He took it and put it on the table: “I’ll just look, but I won’t touch anything,” he thinks.
I opened the lid and there was something red on top.
“Eh,” says Misha, “but this is a lollipop.” Probably just the one my mother promised me.
My mother, Vovka, and I were visiting Aunt Olya in Moscow. On the very first day, my mother and aunt went to the store, and Vovka and I were left at home. They gave us an old album with photographs for us to look at. Well, we looked and looked until we got tired of it.
Vovka said:
– We won’t see Moscow if we sit at home all day!
More than anything else, Alik was afraid of the police. They always scared him at home with the policeman. If he doesn’t listen, he is told:
The policeman is coming now!
Nashal - they say again:
We'll have to send you to the police!
Once Alik got lost. He didn't even notice how it happened. He went out for a walk in the yard, then ran into the street. I ran and ran and found myself in an unfamiliar place. Then, of course, he began to cry. People gathered around. They began to ask:
Where do you live?
Once, when I was living with my mother at the dacha, Mishka came to visit me. I was so happy that I can’t even say it! I miss Mishka very much. Mom was also glad to see him.
It’s very good that you came,” she said. - You two will have more fun here. By the way, I need to go to the city tomorrow. I might be late. Will you live here without me for two days?
Of course we will live, I say. - We are not small!
Only here you have to cook your own lunch. Can you do it?
We can do it,” says Mishka. - What can’t you do!
Well, cook some soup and porridge. It's easy to cook porridge.
Let's cook some porridge. Why cook it? - says Mishka.
The guys worked all day - building a snow slide in the yard. They shoveled snow and dumped it in a heap under the wall of the barn. Only by lunchtime the slide was ready. The guys poured water on her and ran home for dinner.
“Let’s have lunch,” they said, “while the hill freezes.” And after lunch we will come with a sled and go for a ride.
And Kotka Chizhov from the sixth apartment is so cunning! He didn't build the slide. He sits at home and looks out the window as others work. The guys shout at him to go build a hill, but he just throws up his hands outside the window and shakes his head, as if he’s not allowed to. And when the guys left, he quickly got dressed, put on his skates and ran out into the yard. Teal skates in the snow, chirp! And he doesn’t know how to ride properly! I drove up to the hill.
“Oh,” he says, “it turned out to be a good slide!” I'll jump now.
Vovka and I were sitting at home because we broke the sugar bowl. Mom left, and Kotka came to us and said:
- Let's play something.
“Let’s hide and seek,” I say.
- Wow, there’s nowhere to hide here! - says Kotka.
- Why - nowhere? I will hide in such a way that you will never find me. You just need to show resourcefulness.
In the fall, when the first frost hit and the ground immediately froze almost a whole finger, no one believed that winter had already begun. Everyone thought that it would soon be fun again, but Mishka, Kostya, and I decided that now was the time to start making a skating rink. In our yard we had a garden, not a garden, but, you don’t understand what, just two flower beds, and around there is a lawn with grass, and all this is fenced off with a fence. We decided to make a skating rink in this garden, because in winter the flower beds are not visible to anyone anyway.
PART I Chapter first. Dunno is dreaming
Some readers have probably already read the book "The Adventures of Dunno and His Friends." This book talks about fairyland, in which babies and toddlers lived, that is, tiny boys and girls, or, as they were otherwise called, shorties. This is the short little kid that Dunno was. He lived in Flower City, on Kolokolchikov Street, together with his friends Znayka, Toropyzhka, Rasteryaika, mechanics Vintik and Shpuntik, musician Guslya, artist Tube, Doctor Pilyulkin and many others. The book tells how Dunno and his friends traveled to hot-air balloon, visited the Green City and the city of Zmeevka, about what they saw and what they learned. Returning from the trip, Znayka and his friends got to work: they began to build a bridge across the Ogurtsovaya River, a reed water supply system and fountains, which they saw in the Green City.
PART I Chapter first. How Znayka defeated Professor Zvezdochkin
Two and a half years have passed since Dunno traveled to the Sunny City. Although for you and me this is not so much, but for little runts, two and a half years is a very long time. After listening to the stories of Dunno, Knopochka and Pachkuli Pestrenky, many of the shorties also made a trip to the Sunny City, and when they returned, they decided to make some improvements at home. Flower City has changed since then so much that it is now unrecognizable. Many new, large and very beautiful houses appeared in it. According to the design of the architect Vertibutylkin, even two revolving buildings were built on Kolokolchikov Street. One is five-story, tower-type, with a spiral descent and a swimming pool around (by going down the spiral descent, one could dive straight into the water), the other is six-story, with swinging balconies, a parachute tower and a ferris wheel on the roof.
Mishka and I asked to be enrolled in the same brigade. We agreed back in the city that we would work together and fish together. We had everything in common: shovels and fishing rods.
One day Pavlik took Kotka with him to the river to fish. But that day they were unlucky: the fish didn’t bite at all. But when they walked back, they climbed into the collective farm garden and filled their pockets full of cucumbers. The collective farm watchman noticed them and blew his whistle. They run away from him. On the way home, Pavlik thought that he wouldn’t get it at home for climbing into other people’s gardens. And he gave his cucumbers to Kotka.
The cat came home happy:
- Mom, I brought you cucumbers!
Mom looked, and his pockets were full of cucumbers, and there were cucumbers in his bosom, and in his hands there were two more large cucumbers.
-Where did you get them? - says mom.
- In the garden.
Chapter first. SHORTIES FROM FLOWER CITY
In one fairy-tale city there lived short people. They were called shorties because they were very small. Each short one was the size of a small cucumber. It was very beautiful in their city. Flowers grew around every house: daisies, daisies, dandelions. There, even the streets were named after flowers: Kolokolchikov Street, Daisies Alley, Vasilkov Boulevard. And the city itself was called the Flower City. He stood on the bank of a stream.
Tolya was in a hurry because he promised his friend to come by ten o’clock in the morning, but it was already much longer, since Tolya, due to his disorganization, was late at home and did not manage to leave on time.
Works are divided into pagesWith the creativity of the famous children's writer Nosov Nikolai Nikolaevich (1908-1976), the children of our country meet in early age. “Live Hat”, “Bobik visiting Barbos”, “Putty” - these and many other funny ones children's stories by Nosov I want to re-read it again and again. Stories by N. Nosov describe daily life the most ordinary girls and boys. Moreover, it was done very simply and unobtrusively, interesting and funny. Many children recognize themselves in some actions, even the most unexpected and funny ones.
When will you read Nosov's stories, then you will understand how much each of them is imbued with tenderness and love for their heroes. No matter how badly they behave, no matter what they come up with, he tells us about it without any reproach or anger. On the contrary, attention and care, wonderful humor and a wonderful understanding of the child’s soul fill every small work.
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