The hall immediately brightened up. Spectators rose from their seats, clapped, shouted "bravo". Even Curtain, the old, experienced stagehand, felt a little uneasy at being so enthusiastically received. So with a slight wave to the audience, Curtain hurried back to the backstage.
The applause intensified. Calling, Curtain thought. “What can you do, you have to go!”
So he went out several times in a row, and then, after a little hesitation, he completely remained on the stage. He wanted to reward viewers for their attention.
And then - here it is, black ingratitude! The audience began to disperse.
Lamp post
After graduating in the forest, Oak, instead of going to the construction site, decided to put down roots in the city. And since there were no other free places, he got a job as a Lamppost in the city park, in the darkest corner - a real reserve of lovers.
The lamppost set to work with a twinkle and lit up this once secluded place so brightly that not a single lover was left there.
And this is youth! Stolb lamented. - And this is the youth, which, it would seem, should reach for the light! What darkness, what uncouthness!
Lattice
The Prison Grid knows life inside and out, that's why it crosses everything out so easily.
Of course, you also need to have an approach to it. If you approach her from the outside, she will cross out her cell, and if, God forbid, you approach her from the inside, she will cross out the whole world, and this will not be easy for you to come to terms with.
This Lattice is amazingly arranged: it can cross out anything, and at the same time stand firmly in its positions.
Compass
The drawing was really good. The compass could not hide his admiration:
- You know, brother Pencil, not bad. Quite good. It turns out that you are not without abilities.
Then he thought and said:
- Only in theory you are weak, your calculations are lame. Let's try together!
And the Pencil, guided by the Compasses, ran over the paper. But no matter how much he ran, the result was one single circle.
- Not bad. Now - not bad - rejoiced Tsirkul. You see what theory means. Immediately your handwriting acquired confidence, clarity and certainty. But something is still missing here. Some details. In terms of detail, you let us down, Brother Pencil.
And again the Pencil, exhausted, ran across the paper and left a circle on it - somewhat larger than before, but still only a circle.
And again the compass lamented:
- The drawing is good. It's all right, in theory. And the scale is wider than before. It just lacks some detail. You still try, brother Pencil, huh?
Money box
- Learn to live! - the clay piggy bank instructed its neighbors in the apartment. - Here I am, for example: I occupy a prominent position, I do nothing, and the money just keeps pouring in.
But no matter how much money was thrown into the piggy bank, everything seemed to her not enough.
- Another would be a snout! she called out. - Another dime!
Once, when the piggy bank was already full, they tried to put another coin into it. The coin did not fit, and Piggy Bank was very worried that this money would not go to her. But the owner thought differently: he took a hammer and ...
In an instant, Piggy Bank lost both money and a prominent position: only shards remained of it.
Nettle
Ah, how indignant Nettle was when the boys tore the flowers! And not because of the flowers, no, it was just that Nettle was annoyed that no one tried to pluck it ... Meanwhile, Nettle would have nothing against it.
But one day, happiness smiled at her. Having caught the thief by the scruff of the neck, the Gardener - of course, an adult, intelligent man - reached out not for some flower, but for her, Nettle. And with what pleasure Nettle whipped the gaping lover of flowers! She understood that good tastes must be brought up from childhood.
Chimney
From Stovepipe's point of view, all her kitchen household members have rather ridiculous concerns. The faucet fills the same buckets with water from morning to evening, the Gas Stove heats the same pots, teapots and pans, the Ax, except for firewood, does not want to chop anything.
And only the Chimney stands above these narrow kitchen interests: it supplies the entire universe with smoke.
Mercury heard how people melt iron, and now you can’t touch it: it runs away, it’s not given. Everyone is afraid that she would not be taken into the smelter.
Even at work, in a thermometer, Mercury cannot get rid of fear. As soon as he feels the heat - how he will run down the column! And then he catches himself, stops and shows as if nothing had happened: "The temperature is normal - thirty-six and six."
Fear drives her further, but pride does not let her. This is how Mercury stands at one point, not knowing what to do, and only after a good shake it finally comes to its senses.
Deck
No, he cannot understand the Violin Deck.
– If I had such a soft, such a beautiful Case, I would not exchange it for any bows. And what does the Violin find in this Bow? He only knows that he is sawing her, and she is still rejoicing, having fun! If only I'd been beaten like that...
Perhaps, in this the Deck is right: if they sawed it, everything would look completely different.
Retired Pest
The old, broken Pest, unsuitable for further work in a mortar, remained in the kitchen as a handyman: he hammers nails, weighs food, and performs various small assignments. He became much kinder and even made friends with Rafinad, to whom he had previously been merciless.
“I understand how hard it was for you,” he says to the sugar cubes. “Life has taught me a lot.
But if the life that Pest speaks of gave him the opportunity to return to the mortar ...
However, let Sugar worry about it.
rubber ball
The Rubber Ball, inflated more than the others, broke away from its twine and flew away.
“After all,” he reasoned, “the Earth is a ball just like me. Why should I hold on to her?"
The higher you climb, the smaller those who remain below seem to you. In accordance with this law of nature, the Rubber Ball very soon felt like a large quantity.
“It seems that I am already revolving around the Earth,” he thought. Like her companion. But this is not necessary for me. I can enter the orbit of the Sun, or even move to another galaxy. After all, I am a free planet!”
The idea pleased Rubber Ball so much that he beamed. And then he hit it off:
- More solidity! he warned himself. - Do not forget that I am a celestial body, the most powerful telescopes are watching me!
But the Rubber Ball did not succeed in maintaining solidity: he suddenly felt that he did not have enough air. In interplanetary travels, this is a natural phenomenon, but the Rubber Ball was not prepared for it, and therefore immediately wilted, wrinkled and yearned for the earth.
“Somewhere is my twine! he thought. “I was so attached to him!”
With that thought, the Rubber Ball breathed its last.
Thunder and lightning
Thunder - that Thunder is not afraid of Lightning. True, he somehow fails to talk face to face with her. This Lightning is painfully hot: how it will flare up!
At this time, Thunder does not show a white nose into the light. Neither see him nor hear him. But when he notices that there is no Lightning on the horizon, then you can’t keep him.
. - How long, - thunders, - endure all this ?! Yes, I am for this!…
It will disperse so much, it will rage so much - just listen to it! He will not be silent, he will lay out everything, so you know!
…It's a pity that Lightning can't hear him.
Scarecrow
Pleased with his appointment to the garden, the Scarecrow calls the guests to a housewarming party. It diligently waves to the passing birds, inviting them to descend and feast at their pleasure. But the birds shied away and rush to fly away.
And the Scarecrow is still standing and waving and calling ... He is very hurt that no one wants to share his joy.
Forest choruses
Drumstick did not want to share the glory with her colleagues and fled into the forest to organize an orchestra there under her own direction.
But there were no real musicians in the forest. Depressing mediocrity and bad taste were shown by nightingales and other pichugs - all, with the exception of the Woodpecker, who very sincerely and talentedly performed forest choruses on his folk instrument.
Eternity
When the Granite Block was two million years old, next to it - perhaps in order to congratulate it - a newly born Dandelion appeared.
“Tell me,” Dandelion asked, “have you ever thought about eternity?”
The Granite Block didn't even move.
“No,” she said calmly. Life is so short, don't waste time thinking.
“Not so short,” said Dandelion. - You can do everything if you want.
- For what? Glyba was surprised. - From these thoughts, only frustration. You will still get sick on a nervous basis.
- Do not dump on the ground! Dandelion got angry. - Our soil is good - pure black soil ...
He lost his temper so much that his fluff flew in the wind.
A thin stalk stubbornly swayed in the wind, but could no longer bring up a single convincing argument.
Here's eternity for you. Comfort for fools. No, it's better not to think at all, - said the Lump and thought.
On the stone forehead, which could not be furrowed for millennia, the first crack lay ...
Apple
The apple hid among the leaves while its friends were plucked from the tree.
He did not want to fall into the hands of a man: if you fall, they will make compote out of you, what good! Pleasant little.
But being alone on a tree is also a small pleasure. In a team, after all, it’s more fun to die.
So maybe take a look? Or not? Look out? Or not worth it?
The apple was gnawed by the worm of doubt. And he sharpened until there was nothing left of the Apple.
- Are you afraid of drowning? Sliver asked Wave.
- Drown? Wave was alarmed. Did you say drown?
And the Wave for the first time wanted to go to the shore.
She ran just in time to secure a better place on the shore, and settled on the soft sand, about to start a new life - without worries and worries.
And then she felt the ground slip from under her feet.
- Tonu! Wave sobbed and went underground.
. - There is no life from this weed! Kolos is outraged. - So that the hail beat him, so that his lightning incinerates!
- What are you saying! - his comrades admonish Kolos. - If there is a fire, then we will all burn down, no one will be left.
- Well, let's burn! - Kolos does not let up. “But other ears will grow in our place.
- And if weeds grow?
the Forbidden fruit
The sheep stands in front of the barbershop and looks with envy at the shorn audience.
On her farm, Sheep hated being sheared. But there it was quite different. She was fed, watered, sheared at home and did not ask anything for it. And here…
If the Sheep had money, she would definitely come in for a haircut!
evening tea
When the Kettle, having finished his vigorous activity in the kitchen, appears in the room, everything on the table begins to move. Cups and spoons ring merrily, welcoming him, respectfully removes the lid of the Sugar Bowl. And only the old plush Tablecloth frowns contemptuously and hurries to get off the table, saving its spotless reputation.
Sink
Spoiled Crane considered himself a first-class speaker. All day long he poured water, and even buckets, pots and bowls, which, as you know, are no strangers, said in one voice: “No, that’s enough for us!”
But the Crane had a Shell - a true friend of his life. She regularly absorbed all the pearls of his eloquence and downright choked with admiration. True, she could not hold anything and remained empty, but this was also a consequence of her serviceability.
Two nuts met - knock-knock! - they knocked, cracked to their heart's content, and each rolled in his own direction. Rolling and thinking:
FIRST NUT. Horror, what a waste of empty nuts! As long as I live, I have not met a single complete one.
SECOND NUT. And how do they, these empty nuts, disguise themselves? You look at the appearance - a normal nut, but from the first sound it is clear what it is!
FIRST NUT. At least with someone to crackle for real!
SECOND NUT. If only someone could hear a decent sound!
Nuts roll, and each thinks of the other's emptiness.
And what else can empty nuts think?
Light
Chandelier was highly respected in the electrical appliance store.
“She just needs to get to her ceiling,” said the table lamps. “Then the world will immediately become brighter.”
And for a long time, having already taken places on the desktops, the table lamps remembered their famous countrywoman, who now - wow! – has become a great luminary.
And Chandelier, meanwhile, spent days and nights in a restaurant. She settled well, in the very center of the ceiling, and, blinded by her own brilliance, she burned through the evening as much as table lamps would last a lifetime.
But this did not make the world brighter.
Cleaver evaluates Ruban's work:
“All is well,” he approves, “there remains to eliminate some roughness. For example, I would do this...
I love and quote this author for a long time. He writes for children and adults, and everywhere with such subtle overtones that somewhere you can laugh and think. He is an amazingly subtle philosopher and an inquisitive observer. I remember how his book "Scientific Tales" became one of my favorite and "desktop" books at the age of 17. And now I am re-reading some things - and I am amazed at how the author's observations are consonant with our work today.
Judge for yourself:)
HARD CHICKEN
No sooner had the Chicken hatched than he immediately received a reprimand for breaking an egg. My God, where does he get such manners from? Obviously it's hereditary...
BEANBAG
You need to be simpler, more intelligible, - instructs the Violin Rattle. - For example, they always listen to me with pleasure. Even children understand!
PAINTING
The picture gives an assessment of wildlife:
- All this, of course, is nothing - both the background and the perspective. But you need to know some limits!
FLAP
Paint me, Patch asks. - I have already picked up a stick for the pole. It remains only to paint.
- What color are you - green, black, orange?
“I don’t understand colors well,” Patch hesitates. - I would just become a banner.
Clay is very impressionable, and whoever touches it leaves a deep imprint on it.
- Oh, boots! - Clay sours. - Where did he go? I can't live without it!
But he lives. And after a minute:
- Oh, hoof! Sweet, kind horse hoof! I will forever keep his image in me ...
FASHION WOMEN
Flies are terrible fashionistas. They stop near each piece of the patterned web that they like, examine it, feel it, ask the good-natured fat Spider:
- How much is a millimeter?
And they usually pay very dearly.
MODESTY
Look how good it is in our room, Curtain says to the trees from the street.
- Look how good we have on the street - she says to the room furniture.
“We don’t see anything,” the trees answer.
“We can’t see anything,” the furniture answers.
We only see you...
- Only you...
- Well, what are you, - Curtain is embarrassed, - I'm not so beautiful ...
PORTIER
Well, now we will never part with you, - the massive Portiera whispered to Nail, putting a ring on him.
The ring was not an engagement ring, but Nail felt that it would not be easy for him. He bent slightly under the weight and tried to go deeper into the wall.
And from the outside it all looked pretty nice.
JOY
Kitten woke up and found his tail. This was a great discovery for him, and he looked at the tail incredulously, almost frightened, and then rushed to catch it.
And, looking at the cheerful, selfless fuss of the Kitten, somehow it was hard to believe that this dirty, short, helpless tail could bring so much joy.
LOVE
Bylinka fell in love with the Sun.
Of course, it was difficult for her to count on reciprocity: the Sun has so many things on earth that where could he notice a small unsightly blade of grass! Yes, and a good couple: A blade of grass - and the Sun!
But Bylinka thought that the couple would be good, and reached out to the Sun with all her might. She reached out so stubbornly for him that she stretched out into a tall, slender Acacia.
Beautiful Acacia, wonderful Acacia - who recognizes in her now the old blade of grass! This is what love does to us, even unrequited love.
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The comb, very uneven in handling the hair, developed a violent activity. And it got to the point that, having once appeared at her workplace, Comb was dumbfounded:
- Well, here you are: only three hairs left! Who would you like to work with?
No one answered her, only Lysina smiled sadly. And in this smile, as in a mirror, the result of many years of Combing's work in the field of hair was reflected.
There was a big conversation about the need to cherish every second.
First came the Year. He dwelled in detail on the general problems of time, compared time in past times with time in our time, and in conclusion, when his time was up, he said that every second should be cherished.
The day that spoke after him briefly repeated the main provisions of the Year and, since he had no time for anything else, ended his speech by saying that every second must be cherished.
Chas was in complete agreement with the previous speakers. However, due to lack of time, he had to state his consent in the most concise form.
The minute only managed to remind you that you need to cherish every second.
At the very end, the word was given to Secunda.
- It is necessary to protect ... - said Second and - ended.
They didn't save the Second, they didn't save it. Apparently, little has been said about it.
SCIENTIFIC DISPUTE
Ask the Doormat who is the smartest and most educated in our front. She will immediately answer you: Galosha and Barefoot.
Galosha and Barefoot are distinguished by the fact that as soon as they are nearby, they immediately start scientific disputes.
- What a wet world this is, - Kalosha begins. - You go, you go - you will not meet a dry place.
- Yes you! - Barefoot objects. - The world is completely dry.
- No, it's wet!
- It's dry!
Their disputes are usually resolved by the Slipper:
- Colleagues, leave useless disputes. The world is both wet and dry: wet - when the hostess washes the floor, dry - the rest of the time.
SNOWFLAKES
Snowflake was drawn to the Earth - obviously, she heard a lot of good things about the Earth.
And so Snowflake set off. She was not moving as fast as she wanted, because other snowflakes stopped her, and everyone needed to tell about the Earth - the best planet in the world.
Snowflakes slowly descended to the Earth, as if afraid to crush it: after all, the Earth is one, and there were too many snowflakes.
Snowflakes trustingly fell to the Earth, trusting her their dreams, their plans for the future...
And then Boot stepped on them, a thick-skinned stupid Boot, who, although he was on the right path, understood very little in life.
One Boot is not the whole Earth, compared to the Earth it means nothing. But how could snowflakes figure it out? Crushed under the boot, they turned into ice and dreamed of nothing else.
And a lot of different shoes slipped on this ice, following the trail of a blunt Boot, crushing small snowflakes ...
PENCIL AND RUBBER
Pencil and Eraser got married, they played a wedding - and they live in peace.
The pencil is sharp, but the gum is soft, compliant. That's how they get along.
Friends look at the young couple, they are surprised: something is not right here, not the way it usually happens. Friends of the Pencil, feathers, pester him in the men's company:
You screwed up, brother! The rubber band twirls you as it wants. You still won’t have time to say a word, but she’s his - down the drain. Where is your manhood?
And Gum's girlfriends, razors, pester her:
- You give a lot of will to your Pencil. Look, you will cry with him because of your softness. He will write to you!
Such instructions in the end did their job. Pencil, in order to defend his masculine pride, began to talk all sorts of nonsense, and Rezinka, in order to protect himself and strengthen the family, went to erase everything that Pencil wrote. And the Pencil and the Gum parted, not having lived even a month.
Feathers and razors were very acutely experiencing discord in the Pencil family. Their only consolation was that everything happened exactly as they predicted.
STRONG ARGUMENT
The chalk worked with might and main. He wrote something, drew, calculated, and when he filled the entire board, he stepped aside, asking those around him:
- Well, is it clear now?
The rag was incomprehensible, and therefore she wanted to argue. And since she had no other arguments, she simply took and erased everything written from the board.
It was hard to argue against such an argument: Rag was clearly using her official position. But Chalk did not even think of giving up. He began to prove everything from the very beginning - in great detail, in detail, on the whole board.
His thoughts were convincing enough, but - what can you do! - The rag again did not understand anything. And when Chalk finished, she lazily and carelessly erased everything written from the board again.
Everything that Chalk proved for so long, to which he gave himself without a trace ...
CORK EDUCATION
There is a joyful event in the Sverl family: a son was born.
Parents do not stop admiring the offspring, the neighbors look - they are surprised: the spitting image of the father!
And they named their son Corkscrew.
Time goes by, corkscrew grows stronger, matures. He should study the real thing, try himself on metal (Drills are all hereditary metalworkers, after all), but his parents don’t give him: he’s still young, let him learn something soft first.
Father wears corks home - special corks approved by the Ministry of Education - and Corkscrew learns drilling skills from them.
This is how the son of the Drill is brought up - on traffic jams. When the time comes and they try to give him something harder (drill, they say, he has already learned) - where is it! The corkscrew doesn't want to listen! He begins to look for corks for himself, to look closely at the bottles.
The old drills are surprised; And how did their son get off the road?
ON GUARD OF MORALITY
Crowbar approached the safe door and introduced himself:
- I'm a crowbar. And who are you? Open up! The door was silent, but Crowbar was experienced enough in such matters. He knew what was hidden behind this external isolation, and therefore, without unnecessary ceremonies, he took up the Door ...
- Get off, bully! screeched Door.
- Stop breaking out! We know you!
The Handset was watching this scene with interest. Her first movement was to call and tell where to go, but then she thought that it was not worth contacting, and besides, it was interesting to know how this story would end.
And when it was all over, the Handset began ringing everywhere:
- Our something touchy! She pretends to be so loyal to her Key, but in reality...
Glasses saw it with their own eyes ...
The still brand new, shiny Button has joined her life with the old, shabby Jacket. What was that jacket! They say that even now he has at least a dozen such buttons, and no one can say how many before. But Button-Bright had never known a single jacket in her life.
Of course, the shabby Jacket would not have been able to persuade Button-Bright with his cloth tongue. Needle was to blame for everything, the old bawd, who has a lot of experience in these matters. She just slinked there, slinked back - from Buttons to Jacket, from Jacket to Buttons - and everything is ready, everything is sewn and covered.
The story of poor Buttons quickly gained publicity. The Glasses told it to the Tablecloth, the Tablecloth, usually used to covering everyone, this time could not resist and shared the news with the Teaspoon, the Spoon blurted out everything to the Glass, and the Glass rang all over the room.
And then, when Button was in the loop, the general indignation reached its limit. It immediately became clear to everyone that the old jacket played a far from last role in Pugovka's trouble. Still would! Who will climb into a noose from a good life!
Carnation leaned out of his shoe to see how his Boss was doing, and immediately heard:
- Oh!
Carnation got excited. Apparently the Master is in some kind of trouble? And Gvozdyk leaned out even more.
- Oh! Oh! cried the owner, and then he took off his shoe and beat Gvozdyk with a hammer.
"He's hiding something from me!" thought Gvozdyk. And he leaned out again.
The owner got angry, took the tongs and pulled Carnation out of his shoe. Lying in a closet among unnecessary things, Gvozdyk thought:
"A proud man! Doesn't want others to see how hard life is for him!"
Once on the pavement, Cigarette Butt looked around and, not finding anything remarkable, thought displeasedly: "Settings! And my fool should have spit me out in this very place!"
Cigarette End took up looking at passers-by, and his mood improved significantly.
- Ege, yes, here, I see, there are pretty cute shoes! he exclaimed, and immediately clung to one of them.
- Stay away, you bastard! Shoe was indignant. - I do not know you at all!
- He-he-he! The butt grinned. - You can get to know each other.
And when Shoe shook it off, Cigarette Butt clung to the old Shoe:
- Are you still squeaking, papa? Isn't it time for the landfill?
The cigarette butt remembered the dump just in time: the Broom had already noticed him.
INNOCENT BOTTLE
The bottle was tried for drunkenness, but it turned out to be innocent.
The court, of course, was not a real one, but a comradely one - as you know, they don’t judge for drunkenness. But for the Bottle, that was enough.
Glass and Glass were most indignant. The glass urged those present to "take a sober look at things," and Ryumka asked them to finish quickly, because she, Ryumka, could not stand the smell of alcohol.
And then it suddenly became clear that the Bottle was not wine. This was clearly proved by the witness Soska, who constantly had to deal with the Bottle at work.
Everyone immediately felt uncomfortable. No one knew what to say, what to do, and only Corkscrew (who knew how to get out of any situation) cheerfully shouted:
- Brothers, but this event should be celebrated! Come on, I'm serving!
And he led the whole company to his old friend Barrel. It was a lot of fun here, the Glass and the Glass clinked every minute with the Bottle, and it soon filled up to the very neck.
And everyone rejoiced from the bottom of their hearts that the Bottle, which until recently they had so severely judged for drunkenness, was completely innocent ...
What kind of professions did Bubble not try!
Was a doctor - eliminated for lack of content. He tried himself in bookbinding - he also had to leave: something did not stick to him there. Now Bubbles, stocking up on ink, decided to write books. Maybe he'll make a writer?
It should turn out: after all, Bubble went through such a life school!
CUFFLINKS
The cufflinks are very elegant, they give the shirt an elegant and even sophisticated look.
But they prevent her from rolling up her sleeves. And this is so necessary in life ...
Whenever a performance was nearing its end, Curtain was very excited as he prepared for his entrance. How will the public receive it? He carefully examined himself, shook off some barely noticeable fluff and - went on stage.
The hall immediately brightened up. Spectators rose from their seats, clapped, shouted "bravo". Even Curtain, the old, experienced stagehand, felt a little uneasy at being so enthusiastically received. So with a slight wave to the audience, Curtain hurried back to the backstage.
The applause intensified. "They're calling," thought Curtain. "What can you do, you'll have to go out!"
So he went out several times in a row, and then, after a little hesitation, he completely remained on the stage. He wanted to reward viewers for their attention.
And then - here it is, black ingratitude! The audience began to disperse.
LAMP POST
After graduating in the forest, Oak, instead of going to the construction site, decided to put down roots in the city. And since there were no other free places, he got a job as a Lamppost in the city park, in the darkest corner - a real reserve of lovers.
The lamppost set to work with a twinkle and lit up this once secluded place so brightly that not a single lover was left there.
- And this is youth! Stolb lamented. - And this is the youth, which, it would seem, should reach for the light! What darkness, what uncouthness!
The Prison Grid knows life inside and out, that's why it crosses everything out so easily.
Of course, you also need to have an approach to it. If you approach her from the outside, she will cross out her cell, and if, God forbid, you approach her from the inside, she will cross out the whole world, and this will not be easy for you to come to terms with.
This Lattice is amazingly arranged: it can cross out anything, and at the same time stand firmly in its positions.
Learn to live! - the clay piggy bank instructed its neighbors in the apartment. - Here I am, for example: I occupy a prominent position, I do nothing, and the money just keeps pouring in.
But no matter how much money was thrown into the piggy bank, everything seemed to her not enough.
- Still a piglet! she called out. - Another dime!
Once, when the piggy bank was already full, they tried to put another coin into it. The coin did not fit, and Piggy Bank was very worried that this money would not go to her. But the owner thought differently: he took a hammer and ...
In an instant, Piggy Bank lost both money and a prominent position: only shards remained of it.
Ah, how indignant Nettle was when the boys tore the flowers! And not because of the flowers, no, it was just that Nettle was annoyed that no one tried to pluck it ... Meanwhile, Nettle would have nothing against it.
But one day, happiness smiled at her. Having caught the thief by the collar, the Gardener - of course, an adult, intelligent man - reached out not for some flower, but for her, Nettle. And with what pleasure Nettle whipped the gaping lover of flowers! She understood that good tastes must be brought up from childhood.
Mercury heard how people melt iron, and now you can’t touch it: it runs away, it’s not given. Everyone is afraid that she would not be taken into the smelter. Even at work, in a thermometer, Mercury cannot get rid of fear. As soon as he feels the heat - how he will run down the column! And then he catches himself, stops and shows as if nothing had happened: "The temperature is normal - thirty-six and six."
Fear drives her further, but pride does not let her. This is how Mercury stands at one point, not knowing what to do, and only after a good shake it finally comes to its senses.
THUNDER AND LIGHTNING
Thunder - what, Thunder is not afraid of Lightning. True, he somehow fails to talk face to face with her. This Lightning is painfully hot: how it will flare up!
At this time, Thunder does not show a white nose into the light. Neither see him nor hear him. But when he notices that there is no Lightning on the horizon, then you can’t keep him.
- How long, - thunders, - endure all this ?! Yes, I am for this!
It will disperse so much, it will rage so much - just listen to it! He will not be silent, he will lay out everything, so you know!
...It's a pity that Lightning can't hear him.
Pleased with his appointment to the garden, the Scarecrow calls the guests to a housewarming party. It diligently waves to the passing birds, inviting them to descend and feast at their pleasure. But the birds shied away and rush to fly away.
And the Scarecrow is still standing and waving and calling ... He is very hurt that no one wants to share his joy.
ETERNITY
When the Granite Block was two million years old, a newly born Dandelion appeared next to it - perhaps in order to congratulate it.
“Tell me,” Dandelion asked, “have you ever thought about eternity?” The Granite Block didn't even move.
"No," she said calmly. - Life is so short that you should not waste time thinking.
“Not so short,” said Dandelion. - You can do everything if you want.
- For what? - Glyba was surprised. - From these reflections, only frustration. You will still get sick on a nervous basis.
- Do not dump on the ground! Dandelion got angry. - Our soil is good - pure black soil ...
He lost his temper so much that his fluff flew in the wind.
A thin stalk stubbornly swayed in the wind, but could no longer bring up a single convincing argument.
- That's eternity for you. Comfort for fools. No, it's better not to think at all, - said the Lump and thought.
On the stone forehead, which could not be furrowed for millennia, the first crack lay ...
The apple hid among the leaves while its friends were plucked from the tree.
He did not want to fall into the hands of a man: if you fall, they will make compote out of you, what good! Pleasant little.
But being alone on a tree is also a small pleasure. In a team, after all, it’s more fun to die.
So maybe take a look? Or not? Look out? Or not worth it?
The apple was gnawed by the worm of doubt. And he sharpened until there was nothing left of the Apple.
Are you afraid of drowning? - Sliver asked Wave.
- Drown? Wave was alarmed. Did you say drown?
And the Wave for the first time wanted to go to the shore.
She ran just in time to secure a better place on the shore, and settled down on the soft sand, about to start a new life - without worries and worries.
And then she felt the ground slip from under her feet.
- Tonu! - the Wave sobbed and went underground.
THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT
The sheep stands in front of the barbershop and looks with envy at the shorn audience.
On her farm, Sheep hated being sheared. But there it was quite different. She was fed, watered, sheared at home and did not ask anything for it. And here...
If the Sheep had money, she would definitely come in for a haircut!
EVENING TEA
When the Kettle, having finished his vigorous activity in the kitchen, appears in the room, everything on the table begins to move. Cups and spoons ring merrily, welcoming him, respectfully removes the lid of the Sugar Bowl. And only the old plush Tablecloth frowns contemptuously and hurries to get off the table, saving its spotless reputation.
SINK
Spoiled Crane considered himself a first-class speaker. All day long he poured water, and even buckets, pots and bowls, which, as you know, are no strangers, said in one voice: "No, we've had enough!"
But the Crane had a Shell - a true friend of his life. She regularly absorbed all the pearls of his eloquence and downright choked with admiration. True, she could not hold anything and remained empty, but this was also a consequence of her serviceability.
Chandelier was highly respected in the electrical appliance store.
“She just needs to get to her ceiling,” said the table lamps. - Then the world will immediately become brighter.
And for a long time, having already taken places on the desktops, the table lamps remembered their famous countrywoman, who now - wow! - has become a great luminary.
And Chandelier, meanwhile, spent days and nights in a restaurant. She settled well, in the very center of the ceiling, and, blinded by her own brilliance, she burned through the evening as much as table lamps would last a lifetime.
But this did not make the world brighter.
BOX
Oh, you, Casket, - the Table Lamp says to the Casket, - look at what is written on the pieces of paper that you keep.
But the Casket, no matter how hard it tries to look into itself, can't read anything.
- What is written there? she asks.
- Yes, here are the most controversial things. On one piece of paper, "I love you", on the other, on the contrary, - "I do not love you." Where is your integrity after that?
The box is thinking. Indeed, she never delved into the contents of the papers that she has to keep. And there, it turns out, God knows what is written. We'll have to sort this out!
Then the hostess enters the room. She sits down at the table, opens the box, and suddenly - drip, drip, drip - tears drip from her eyes.
Seeing that the hostess is crying, the poor Casket is completely upset.
"Of course," she decides, "it's all because of my unprincipledness."
FIRE IN THE FOREST
The fire was extinguished.
Life was barely glimmering in him, he felt that not even an hour would pass, as a hill of ashes would remain from him - and nothing more. A small hill of ashes in the midst of a huge dense forest.
The fire crackled faintly, calling for help. The red tongue feverishly licked the blackened coals, and Brook, running past, saw fit to inquire:
- You - water?
The fire hissed in impotent rage. He lacked only water in his position! Apparently, realizing the inappropriateness of his question, Brook murmured some kind of apology and hurried away.
And then the bushes bent over the fading Bonfire. Without a word, they held out their branches to him.
The fire greedily grabbed the branches, and - a miracle happened. The fire, which seemed to have completely died out in him, flared up with renewed vigor.
That's what a branch of help stretched out in time means for a fire!
The fire rose, leaning on the bushes, stood up to its full height, and it turned out that it was not at all so small. The bushes crackled beneath him and sank into flames. There was no one to save them. And the fire was already rushing up. He became so tall and bright that even the trees reached out to him: some - admiring his beauty, others - just to warm their hands.
The distant trees envied those that were near the Fire, and themselves dreamed of how to get closer to it.
- Bonfire! Bonfire! Our Bonfire! distant trees rustled. - It warms us, it illuminates our life!
Nearby trees crackled even louder. But not from admiration, but because the Bonfire devoured them with his flame, crushed them under him in order to rise even higher. Which of them could resist the wild power of the giant Bonfire in the forest?
But there was still a force that extinguished the Fire. A thunderstorm struck, and the trees shed heavy tears - tears for the Bonfire, to which they were accustomed and which died out before they could be devoured.
And only later, much later, when the tears had dried up, did the trees make out a huge black ashes in the place where the Bonfire raged.
No, not Bonfire - Fire. Forest fire. Terrible natural disaster.
Path came running to the Road and stopped in admiration.
- Aunt, ah, aunt, how are you so big?
“Usually,” Doroga explained reluctantly. - Was small, like you, and then grew up.
- If only I could grow up! Path sighed.
- What's good about that? Everyone rides on you, everyone tramples on you - that's all the joy.
“No, not all of them,” Path said. - While I'm little, they don't let me go far, and then I would ... wow, how far I've gone!
- Far? Why far? I've reached the city, and that's it, I've had enough ...
The path drooped and wandered back into the forest. "I'm over it!" Is it worth it to be expensive? Maybe it's better to stay Path, forever lost in the forest?
No, not better, not better at all. It's just that the Path was wrong this time, it just took the wrong road.
LITTLE NOTHINGS OF LIFE
Why don't you wear glasses? - asked the Ant.
- How can I tell you ... - he answered. - I need to see the sun and the sky, and this road that leads to no one knows where. I need to see the smiles of my friends... Little things don't interest me.
The picture gives an assessment of wildlife:
- All this, of course, is nothing - both the background and the perspective. But you need to know some limits!
CREATIVE METHOD
Among the flowers - a dispute about the beautiful.
Thorn takes the floor:
- I can't agree with Rosa's creative method. Sharpness - yes! Penetration to the very depths - I understand that! But to put it all in rosy light...
POWER OF PERSUASION
The room must be open,” Doorknob remarks sagely as the door is opened.
"The room must be closed," she concludes philosophically as the door closes.
The persuasion of the Doorknob depends on who pushes it.
SPLINTER
We seem to be on the way, - said Splinter, digging into her leg. - That's good: after all, it's more fun in the company. Feeling pain, the boy jumped on one leg, and Splinter remarked with pleasure:
- Well, I told you that the company is more fun!
The new Patch is bright enough that she can't figure out why they're trying to hide it. After all, she stands out so much in this old suit!
TALK TO THE WHEEL
It is difficult for our brother, the wheel. Shake all your life on the road, and just try to take a breath, you will get such a pump!
- So, they don’t give a descent?
- Oh, they don't! And look at that too - you will please a car. That's what's important.
- Under the car? Don't you work under the car?
- What else can you think of! I'm the fifth wheel, the spare...
Again this wind! - angrily inflates the Sail. - Well, is it possible to work in such conditions?
But the wind disappears - and the Sail sags, stops. He no longer wants to work.
And when the wind appears again. The sail is inflated again:
- Well, work! Run all day like crazy. It would be nice if there was no wind...
Anniversary of Thermos.
Grafin says:
- We have gathered, friends, to celebrate the glorious anniversary of our respected friend! (Approving clink of glasses and glasses.) Our thermos brilliantly showed itself in the field of tea. He managed to carry his warmth without wasting it on trifles. And we, grateful contemporaries, appreciated it at its true worth: decanters, glasses, glasses, as well as tea glasses, which, unfortunately, are not present here.
Realizing the importance and responsibility of his mission in life, the Clock did not run: it stood guard over time.
Sitting on the forehead of a short man, Pimple looked enviously at the foreheads of tall people and thought: "I wish I had such a situation!"
The stump stood near the road, and passers-by often stumbled over it.
“Not all at once, not all at once,” Stump creaked discontentedly. - I'll take as much as I can: I can't tear myself apart! Well, the people - they can’t take a step without me!
INJUSTICE
You work from morning to evening, - Healthy Tooth lamented, - and no gratitude to you! And Rotten Teeth - please: everyone walks in gold. For what, you ask? For what merit?
CANDLESTICK
The old Candlestick, who has worked a lot in the field of lighting, cannot understand the new trends in any way.
“Of course, today's light bulbs are bright heads,” he agrees. But in our time, candles lived differently. They knew their place, they didn’t rush to the ceiling, but meanwhile they literally swam with fat ...
QUESTION OF LIFE
Raincoat is dissatisfied with life.
In clear, sunny weather, when only to walk, they keep him under lock and key, and when they let him out of the house, it will definitely rain.
What is this? Coincidence or malicious intent?
Raincoat cannot answer this question, although his insight is well known to everyone.
The Lead Seal is both small and inconspicuous, and everyone takes it into account. Even mighty steel castles often seek protection from her.
And this is understandable: although Plombochka has rope, but strong enough ties.
Realizing that she had some weight in matters of trade, Girya sat on the scales, glancing ironically at the products.
"Let's see who wins!" she thought at the same time.
Most often, the weight turned out to be the same, but sometimes it happened that the Girya overtightened. And here's what Girya couldn't understand: the buyers weren't happy about it at all.
“Well, nothing!” she consoled herself. “Products come and go, but the weights remain!”
In this sense, Giri had an iron logic.
Clay is very impressionable, and whoever touches it leaves a deep imprint on it.
- Oh, boots! - Clay sours. - Where did he go? I can't live without it!
But he lives. And after a minute:
- Oh, hoof! Sweet, kind horse hoof! I will forever keep his image in me ...
FASHION WOMEN
Flies are terrible fashionistas. They stop near each piece of the patterned web that they like, examine it, feel it, ask the good-natured fat Spider:
- How much is a millimeter?
And they usually pay very dearly.
PORTIER
Well, now we will never part with you, - the massive Portiera whispered to Nail, putting a ring on him.
The ring was not an engagement ring, but Nail felt that it would not be easy for him. He bent slightly under the weight and tried to go deeper into the wall.
And from the outside it all looked pretty nice.
SOFA DIVANOVNA
By origin, she is a Couch, but she herself will never admit it. Now she is not a Couch, but a Sofa, for those unfamiliar - Sofa Divanovna. Her father - a simple Sofa - bent his back all his life, but now it is not fashionable, and Sofa abandoned the back, and along with other outdated concepts. No backs, no bolsters, no solid upholstery... Such are they, sofas that do not remember kinship...
* A LITTLE LYRIC *
Screwdrivers turn the heads of the screws
In the kitchen, everything from the stove is in a frenzy,
The alarm clock does not sleep at night -
He all dreams of a good couple.
Firewood in the oven sings like nightingales,
They are not afraid of burning
And all the dust particles are only for love
They sit on shelves and cabinets.
I get up and she hasn't gone to bed yet. She is standing under the window, as she had been in the evening.
- Leave! - I chase her. - I have to work. The night is not going well. And before you have time to look back - again stands under the window.
- Why can't you sleep? - I ask not too strictly.
“It’s cold,” Night answers. - Can you sleep here, can you warm up?
Then I turn off the light and let the Night into the room.
- All right, warm up. Only this is the last time. Tomorrow you must leave me alone. The night promises, but I know that these are only words. Where will she go in the middle of winter, she can’t spend the night under the open sky!
Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow everything repeats again. It gets a little dark, Night comes into my room and leaves only at dawn. I don't want to disturb her.
And time passes, and I do not have time to do anything. You can’t explain this to the night - it’s dark, does it understand? ..
The bylinka fell in love with the sun...
Of course, it was difficult for her to count on reciprocity: the Sun has so many things on earth that where could he notice a small unsightly blade of grass! Yes, and a good couple: A blade of grass - and the Sun!
But Bylinka thought that the couple would be good, and reached out to the Sun with all her might. She reached out so stubbornly for him that she stretched out into a tall, slender Acacia.
Beautiful Acacia, wonderful Acacia - who recognizes in her now the old blade of grass! That's what love does to us, even unrequited...
Needless to say, this Lantern was the first guy at the crossroads. Wires stretched to him, thin acacias merrily bathed in his light, passers-by respectfully shunned as they passed him. And Lantern didn't notice any of this. He looked up, winking at the stars, which in the evenings peered into his light.
But one day Lantern accidentally looked down, and this decided his fate. Downstairs he saw a strange stranger. Dressed in all black, she dutifully lay at Lantern's feet and seemed to be waiting for him to pay attention to her.
- Who you are? Lantern asked. - I've never seen you before.
“I am the Shadow,” the stranger answered.
"Shadow..." Lantern repeated thoughtfully. - I didn't have to hear it. You don't seem to be from here, do you?
“I am yours,” Shadow whispered, putting an end to all further questions with this unexpectedly bold answer.
The lantern was confused. Although he was the first guy at the crossroads, he was not used to such easy victories.
Still, Shadow's confession pleased him. Pleasantness immediately turned into sympathy, sympathy into infatuation, and infatuation into love. It often happens in life.
And again, as happens in life, after love came worries.
- Why are you lying? Lantern asked anxiously. - Are you unwell?
"No, no, don't worry," Shadow reassured him. - I'm perfectly healthy.
But I will always lie at your feet.
- Darling! Lantern smiled. - I'm not worth this kind of love.
"You're bright," Shadow said. - I will always be with you. With one you.
Further conversation took on a character of interest only to the interlocutors.
They met every night - Lantern and his Shadow - and, by all outward signs, were pleased with each other. The lantern had long forgotten about the stars and saw only his Shadow - he was not interested in anything else in the world. Even closing his eyes (and this happened during the day, because all the lanterns sleep during the day), he admired his Shadow.
But one day at noon, when the Lantern did not sleep well, he suddenly heard the voice of the Shadow. The lantern listened and soon realized that the Shadow was talking to the Sun - a large and bright luminary, which the Lantern knew only by hearsay.
“I am yours,” Shadow said to the Sun. - You see - I'm at your feet ... I'm yours ...
The lantern wanted to intervene immediately, but he restrained himself: it was somehow embarrassing to start a conversation with an extraneous Sun. But in the evening he laid out everything for her. Should he, the Lantern, be afraid of his own Shadow!
- Why is the sun here? I don't know any Sun, - Shadow justified himself, but the Lantern was implacable.
- Leave now! he said. - I don't want to know you!
- Know me, know! Shadow whimpered. - I can't get away from you.
And she spoke the truth: how could a Shadow escape from such a bright Lantern?
- Do not be angry with me! whined Shadow. - Let's make it up...
The lantern shook his head.
Oh, how wrong he did it! He shook his head too categorically and - crashed. Many then gossiped that Lantern committed suicide out of love. Meanwhile, this happened only because of his principles.
Now Shadow didn't have to beg. What was she to do next to the broken Lantern? She clung to a passing Bus and - was like that.
So the Shadow wanders around the world, sticks to everyone, offers everyone his friendship. Perhaps she will follow you.
HONEYMOON
The old fat Spider, who was no longer supported by his legs, fell off the wall right into a barrel of honey.
While he was floundering, trying to somehow get out, a young Fly flew up to the barrel. Deciding that the Spider is the owner of these riches, she immediately began to weave her invisible fly web. And the Spider, whom honey and old age completely deprived of strength and ingenuity, of course, could not resist.
Yes, it was a honeymoon!
A lot of juice was pulled out by the Spider from flies in his long life, but this was the first time that a fly pulled juice from him. The spider grew emaciated, hunched over, and when the neighboring cockroaches looked into the barrel of honey, they shook their heads in surprise every time:
- That's the story! Vlip Spider in his old age!
What are you sad about? - Hen asked Grass.
- I need rain. Without it, I'll be completely dead.
- Why did you hang your head? What are you missing? - Hen Chamomile asked.
- Rain, only rain I need, - Chamomile answered.
I wonder who he is, this rain? Must be a handsome man, not like the local roosters. Of course, handsome, if everyone is crazy about him!
So the Hen thought, and then she herself became sad. And when the young Rooster, who had long sought her favor, approached her, she did not even look at him. She sat, thought and sighed. Life without love is not life, even in the best chicken coop.
- What are you all croaking about? - Nasedka could not stand it. - I'd sleep better...
“Oh, you don’t understand anything,” the Hen sighed again. - I need rain. Without him, I'll be completely dead.
The mother hen only spread her wings and dozed off again.
And in the morning it started to rain.
- Hey, corydalis! Out and your long-awaited! - shouted Nasedka. - Hurry up before it's gone!
The hen jumped out of the chicken coop, but immediately flew back.
- He's wet! she cackled, brushing off her wings. - What an ignorant, rude! And what could a blade of grass and Chamomile find in it?
When the young Rooster approached her to express his sympathy, he seemed much more interesting to her. "It's okay that he has a little crooked legs. It's even beautiful," she thought to herself.
A few days later they got married and went on their honeymoon - across the yard to the woodshed and back.
How interesting it was! The rooster turned out to be a very gallant gentleman and shouted “Ku-ka-re-ku!” so amusingly that the Hen did not have to be bored.
But along the way, the newlyweds met a blade of grass and Chamomile. The chicken's surprise knew no bounds when she saw that Grass of grass and Chamomile had risen, freshened up - in a word, they looked great. There is no trace of the former sadness.
- Well, how's the rain? asked the Hen, not without malice.
- Good rain. So strong! He recently passed - haven't you met?
“What hypocrisy!” thought the Hen. “They rejoice, of course, not when the rain comes, but when it leaves. I know what it’s worth!”
And, picking up her Rooster, the Hen hurried away: after all, the Rooster was not bad-looking, even though he had crooked legs.
But she didn't tell him anything about the story of the rain. Firstly, she loved her Rooster too much to upset him, and secondly, in the depths of her soul, the Hen hoped somehow, at an opportunity, to jump out into the rain again. Just out of curiosity.
Puddle has stopped in the middle of the road and is waiting to be noticed.
First of all, of course, it will be put on the map. The puddle will look good on the map - it has such smooth banks! Here, on this shore, a sanatorium will probably be built. On the other side - a port or something else. By the way, why does no one fall into it?
Puddle was dreaming - and this is understandable: everyone wants to find themselves in life. But now the Puddle will not find itself: it has soared in dreams that only a dry place is left of it on earth.
MODESTY
Look how good it is in our room, Curtain says to the trees from the street.
- Look how good we have on the street - she says to the room furniture.
“We don’t see anything,” the trees answer.
“We can’t see anything,” the furniture answers.
We only see you...
- Only you...
- Well, what are you, - Curtain is embarrassed, - I'm not so beautiful ...
Feeling that her beauty is beginning to fade and wanting to somehow prolong her summer, Beryozka dyed herself yellow - the most fashionable in autumn.
And then everyone saw that her autumn had come ...
WHITE CLOUD
There was hot work in the furnace, and after the shift, Smoke wanted to air out a little. He came out of the chimney, thinking about what to do, but, not finding anything better, he decided to just get some fresh air. "It is both pleasant," Smoke thought, "and useful. Doctors, in any case, advise ..."
The smoke was already beginning to breathe - calmly, measuredly, according to all the rules of medicine - but suddenly something squeezed his breath. Even an outside observer would immediately notice that something was wrong with Smoke: he seemed to freeze in place and stare intently at one point ... Strictly speaking, it was not a point, but a cloud, a small white cloud in a clear spring sky. She was very beautiful, this Cloud, curly and fluffy, in a sky blue shawl and a necklace of sunbeams. So there is nothing to be surprised that the Smoke looked at her.
They say there is no smoke without fire, and our Smoke was not at all an exception to the general rule. At the sight of the Cloud, he felt a fire in himself and - rushed to her.
- Here I am! - Smoke blurted out from the floundering bay, rushing to Cloud and looking at her with all his eyes. - Do you want to meet me? The cloud grimaced.
- Are you drunk? she asked. - What are you doing to me?
Smoke was confused.
"I don't bother," he muttered. And I'm not drunk at all. Just... wanted... to get to know each other.
Smoke had a very bewildered look, and this calmed Cloud a little.
“Look at yourself, who you look like,” she said. - Is this the form presented to the lady?
Smoke obediently looked at himself. Yes, Cloud was right: dirty, disheveled, covered in soot and soot, Smoke did not make a favorable impression.
"Sorry," he whispered. - I just got off my shift. At our factory...
Probably, Smoke would still say what they had at the plant, but then Wind appeared. If only he'd just show up! No, he immediately rushed to the Cloud, grabbed her rather unceremoniously and dragged her. And the Cloud clung to him, as if only he had been waiting all this time.
And then the Smoke began to melt. He was literally melting before our eyes, and if Cloud had been more attentive, she would, of course, have noticed this.
But she was not attentive, that white cloud. She was used to soaring in the sky, and what did she care about Smoke with his factory, with his everyday worries? .. She clung to the Wind and already completely forgot about Smoke.
And the Smoke kept melting and melting. And now he has disappeared like smoke - that is, like any other smoke would have disappeared in his place.
And only now the Cloud felt sorry for him. Only now did she feel that the freshness of the Wind was not all, that he was too harsh and in general he had wind in his head.
The smoke was different. He was more serious and softer, he was embarrassed, shy, he wanted to tell Cloud something about his plant ... Now Cloud will never know what he wanted to tell her.
That thought alone could make you cry. And Cloud started crying. She wept bitterly and heavily, she wept until she had cried herself out.
AUTUMN TALE
Look out the window: do you see a single leaf spinning in the wind? The last leaf... Now it is yellow, but once it was green. And then he did not circle around the world, but sat on his branch next to a young, ruddy cherry, which he loved with all his heart.
The old reveler Wind often said to him:
Let's go wander around the world! There are so many rosy cherries everywhere!
But Leaf did not agree. Why does he need many cherries when he has one, his Cherry, the best in the world! And then his happiness ended. Cherry suddenly disappeared, and no one could tell where she had gone.
It was a cold autumn time, and all the leaves from the tree had long since fallen off.
Only one Leaf, haggard, yellow with grief, remained on its branch: he was still waiting for Cherry to return.
- What are you doing here? the wind assured him. - Let's go look - maybe we'll find ... The wind blew harder, and they flew off.
...Look out the window: you see, the dark trees are shivering chilly from the cold. Still: everyone dresses for winter, and they, on the contrary, undress. And over there, you see, the last yellow leaf is spinning in the wind. This is our Leaf, our monogamous. He is still looking for his Cherry.
From below, right from the ground, the bright Sun beats into the eyes. What's happened? Maybe the sun has come down to earth?
No, it's not the Sun, it's just a Shard, just a small piece of glass. Some believe that spring does not concern him, that it is not his business to meddle in spring affairs. But he also rejoices in spring. He rejoices as much as he can.
This joy makes him like the sun.
On a starry night, the grains of sand look up into the sky like a mirror, and each one easily finds itself among other grains of sand like it.
It's so easy to find yourself: you just have to look up into the sky and look for the brightest star. The brighter the star, the easier it is for a grain of sand to live in the world ...
AN OLD HOUSE
This house is probably two hundred years old. It stands, small, completely dilapidated, and somehow feels awkward among the beautiful houses of the new time.
It is difficult to understand how miraculously it survived. Its chest is not decorated with memorial plaques, its walls do not support the authority of the great people who lived in it or at least stopped in transit.
But still, it was not in vain that he stood for so many years, after all, people lived in it. Maybe they were great too, but no one noticed?
Kitten woke up and found his tail. This was a great discovery for him, and he looked at the tail incredulously, almost frightened, and then rushed to catch it.
And, looking at the cheerful, selfless fuss of the Kitten, somehow it was hard to believe that this dirty, short, helpless tail could bring so much joy.
Krivin Felix Davidovich
Half-tales
Felix Krivin
Half-tales
Why half stories? Because if a bottle is judged for drunkenness, then this cannot be called true. But if the bottle, upon closer examination, suddenly turns out to be not wine, it already looks like the truth. The button climbs into the loop - it's true. But because of failed love? No, sorry, it's a hoax. However, isn't there an unsuccessful love in life? So, this seems to be true.
So - half-tales ...
* LITTLE LIFE *
Why don't you wear glasses? - asked the Ant.
How can I tell you ... - he answered. - I need to see the sun and the sky, and this road that leads to no one knows where. I need to see the smiles of my friends... Little things don't interest me.
HARD CHICKEN
No sooner had the Chicken hatched than he immediately received a reprimand for breaking an egg. My God, where does he get such manners from? Obviously it's hereditary...
BEANBAG
You need to be simpler, more intelligible, - instructs the Violin Rattle. For example, they always listen to me with pleasure. Even children understand!
The picture gives an assessment of wildlife:
All this, of course, is nothing - both background and perspective. But you need to know some limits!
GRAPHONE NEEDLE
Dumb Gramophone Needle complained:
Once I sang, and they listened to me with pleasure, but now they plug my ears. Still would! Are these plates? Is this a repertoire?
CREATIVE METHOD
Among the flowers - a dispute about the beautiful.
Thorn takes the floor:
I can't agree with Rosa's creative method at all. Sharpness - yes! Penetration to the very depths - I understand that! But to put it all in rosy light...
POWER OF PERSUASION
The room must be open,” Doorknob remarks sagely as the door is opened.
The room must be closed, she concludes philosophically as the door is closed.
The persuasion of the Doorknob depends on who pushes it.
We seem to be on the way, - said Splinter, digging into her leg. - That's good: after all, it's more fun in the company. Feeling pain, the boy jumped on one leg, and Splinter remarked with pleasure:
Well, I told you that the company is more fun!
DIGNITY
The Hummingbird is slightly larger than a bee, but still it is a bird!
Our eagles are good guys, Hummingbird says.
So, by the way, when it comes to the word.
The new Patch is bright enough that she can't figure out why they're trying to hide it. After all, she stands out so much in this old suit!
Among the monotonous letters on a sheet of paper, one Blot is able to maintain its individuality. She does not imitate anyone, she has her own face, and it is not so easy to read her.
TALK TO THE WHEEL
It is difficult for our brother, the wheel. Shake all your life on the road, and just try to take a breath, you will get such a pump!
So they don't give up?
Oh, they don't! And look at that too - you will please a car. That's what's important.
Under the car? Don't you work under the car?
What else can you think of! I'm the fifth wheel, the spare...
Again this wind! - angrily inflates the Sail. - Well, is it possible to work in such conditions?
But the wind disappears - and the Sail sags, stops. He no longer wants to work.
And when the wind appears again. The sail is inflated again:
Well, a job! Run all day like crazy. It would be nice if there was no wind...
Anniversary of Thermos.
Grafin says:
We have gathered, friends, to celebrate the glorious anniversary of our esteemed friend! (Approving clink of glasses and glasses.) Our thermos brilliantly showed itself in the field of tea. He managed to carry his warmth without wasting it on trifles. And we, grateful contemporaries, appreciated it at its true worth: decanters, glasses, glasses, as well as tea glasses, which, unfortunately, are not present here.
Realizing the importance and responsibility of his mission in life, the Clock did not run: it stood guard over time.
Sitting on the forehead of a short man, Pimple looked enviously at the foreheads of tall people and thought:
"I wish I had such a position!"
The stump stood near the road, and passers-by often stumbled over it.
Not all at once, not all at once, - Stump creaked with displeasure. - I'll take as much as I can: I can't tear myself apart! Well, the people - they can’t take a step without me!
I suppose the man will freeze, - Khlyastik was worried. - Arms, legs, shoulders freeze. For the lower back, I am calm, I am personally present here. How about in other areas?
EMPTY FORMALITY
The smooth and round Billiard Ball responds to Luza's invitation:
Well, I - with pleasure! You just need to consult with Kei first. Although this is an empty formality, but still ...
Then he flies like a bullet into Luza and smugly remarks:
Well, I knew that Kiy would not object ...
INJUSTICE
You work from morning to evening, - Healthy Tooth lamented, - and no gratitude to you! And Rotten Teeth - please: everyone walks in gold. For what, you ask? For what merit?
Paint me, Patch asks. - I have already picked up a stick for the pole. It remains only to paint.
What color are you - green, black, orange?
I don't understand colors well, - Rags hesitates. - I would just become a banner.
CANDLESTICK
The old Candlestick, who has worked a lot in the field of lighting, cannot understand the new trends in any way.
Of course, today's light bulbs are bright heads, he agrees. But in our time, candles lived differently. They knew their place, they didn’t rush to the ceiling, but meanwhile they literally swam with fat ...
QUESTION OF LIFE
Raincoat is dissatisfied with life.
In clear, sunny weather, when only to walk, they keep him under lock and key, and when they let him out of the house, it will definitely rain.
What is this? Coincidence or malicious intent?
Raincoat cannot answer this question, although his insight is well known to everyone.
He is soft, warm, pliable, he just asks for the hands of those who can arrange his fate. At this time, he does not even disdain black work with putty.
But then he finds his gap, crawls into it, settles down firmly and comfortably.
And immediately new features appear in his character: coldness, dryness and stubborn hardness.
FREELANCER
The Electric Iron asked to be unplugged as it goes into creative work.
The Lead Seal is both small and inconspicuous, and everyone takes it into account. Even mighty steel castles often seek protection from her.
And this is understandable: although Plombochka has rope, but strong enough ties.
Realizing that she had some weight in matters of trade, Girya sat on the scales, glancing ironically at the products.
"Let's see who wins!" she thought at the same time.
Most often, the weight turned out to be the same, but sometimes it happened that the Girya overtightened. And here's what Girya couldn't understand: the buyers weren't happy about it at all.
“Well, nothing!” she consoled herself. “Products come and go, but the weights remain!”
In this sense, Giri had an iron logic.
Every morning Shutter makes a grand gesture: our light, what a pity there is, there will be enough for everyone.
And every evening the Shutter closes the windows more tightly: our light, no matter how others use it!
worldly wisdom
Just think of the ugliness going on in the world! - the fountain pen is indignant under the counter. - I've been here for a day, and I haven't seen anything yet! But wait, I will write, I will write the truth about everything!
And the old Electric Kettle, which was bought every day and brought back every time because of its worthlessness, the old Electric Kettle, who did not comprehend the complex wisdom of boiling tea, but learned worldly wisdom, yawned wearily in response:
Hurry up, hurry up to write your truth before you are bought...
THE PRINTED WORD
The Old Man Tome is perfectly preserved, and, looking at him, other books tried in vain to guess what was the secret of his longevity.
Guessing this secret was really not easy: the Tome was not revealed to anyone.
Clay is very impressionable, and whoever touches it leaves a deep imprint on it.
Ah, boots! - Clay sours. - Where did he go? I can't live without it!
But he lives. And after a minute:
Ah, the hoof! Sweet, kind horse hoof! I will forever keep his image in me ...
Flies are terrible fashionistas. They stop near each piece of the patterned web that they like, examine it, feel it, ask the good-natured fat Spider:
How much is a millimeter?
And they usually pay very dearly.
PORTIER
Well, now we will never part with you, - the massive Portiera whispered to Nail, putting a ring on him.
The ring was not an engagement ring, but Nail felt that it would not be easy for him. He bent slightly under the weight and tried to go deeper into the wall.
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Half-tales
LITTLE NOTHINGS OF LIFE
Why don't you wear glasses? - asked the Ant.
How can I tell you ... - he answered. - I need to see the sun and the sky, and this road that leads to no one knows where. I need to see the smiles of my friends... Little things don't interest me.
HARD CHICKEN
No sooner had the Chicken hatched than he immediately received a reprimand for breaking an egg. My God, where does he get such manners from? Obviously it's hereditary...
BEANBAG
You need to be simpler, more intelligible, - instructs the Violin Rattle. For example, they always listen to me with pleasure. Even children understand!
The picture gives an assessment of wildlife:
All this, of course, is nothing - both background and perspective. But you need to know some limits!
GRAPHONE NEEDLE
Dumb Gramophone Needle complained:
Once I sang, and they listened to me with pleasure, but now they plug my ears. Still would! Are these plates? Is this a repertoire?
CREATIVE METHOD
Among the flowers - a dispute about the beautiful.
Thorn takes the floor:
I can't agree with Rosa's creative method at all. Sharpness - yes! Penetration to the very depths - I understand that! But to present everything in a pink light ...
POWER OF PERSUASION
The room must be open,” Doorknob remarks sagely as the door is opened.
The room must be closed, she concludes philosophically as the door is closed.
The persuasion of the Doorknob depends on who pushes it.
We seem to be on the way, - said Splinter, digging into her leg. - That's good: after all, it's more fun in the company. Feeling pain, the boy jumped on one leg, and Splinter remarked with pleasure:
Well, I told you that the company is more fun!
DIGNITY
The Hummingbird is slightly larger than a bee, but still it is a bird!
Our eagles are good guys, Hummingbird says.
So, by the way, when it comes to the word.
The new Patch is bright enough that she can't figure out why they're trying to hide it. After all, she stands out so much in this old suit!
Among the monotonous letters on a sheet of paper, one Blot is able to maintain its individuality. She does not imitate anyone, she has her own face, and it is not so easy to read her.
TALK TO THE WHEEL
It is difficult for our brother, the wheel. Shake all your life on the road, and just try to take a breath, you will get such a pump!
So they don't give up?
Oh, they don't! And look at that too - you will please a car. That's what's important.
Under the car? Don't you work under the car?
What else can you think of! I'm the fifth wheel, spare...
Again this wind! - angrily inflates the Sail. - Well, is it possible to work in such conditions?
But the wind disappears - and the Sail sags, stops. He no longer wants to work.
And when the wind appears again. The sail is inflated again:
Well, a job! Run all day like crazy. It would be nice if there was no wind...
Anniversary of Thermos.
Grafin says:
We have gathered, friends, to celebrate the glorious anniversary of our esteemed friend! (Approving clink of glasses and glasses.) Our thermos brilliantly showed itself in the field of tea. He managed to carry his warmth without wasting it on trifles. And we, grateful contemporaries, appreciated it at its true worth: decanters, glasses, glasses, as well as tea glasses, which, unfortunately, are not present here.
Realizing the importance and responsibility of his mission in life, the Clock did not run: it stood guard over time.
Sitting on the forehead of a short man, Pimple looked enviously at the foreheads of tall people and thought:
“I wish I were in such a position!”
The stump stood near the road, and passers-by often stumbled over it.
Not all at once, not all at once, - Stump creaked with displeasure. - I'll take as much as I can: I can't tear myself apart! Well, the people - they can’t take a step without me!
I suppose the man will freeze, - Khlyastik was worried. - Arms, legs, shoulders freeze. For the lower back, I am calm, I am personally present here. How about in other areas?
EMPTY FORMALITY
The smooth and round Billiard Ball responds to Luza's invitation:
Well, I - with pleasure! You just need to consult with Kei first. Although this is an empty formality, but still ...
Then he flies like a bullet into Luza and smugly remarks:
Well, I knew that Kiy would not object ...
INJUSTICE
You work from morning to evening, - Healthy Tooth lamented, - and no gratitude to you! And Rotten Teeth - please: everyone walks in gold. For what, you ask? For what merit?
Paint me, Patch asks. - I have already picked up a stick for the pole. It remains only to paint.
What color are you - green, black, orange?
I don't understand colors well, - Rags hesitates. - I would just become a banner.
CANDLESTICK
The old Candlestick, who has worked a lot in the field of lighting, cannot understand the new trends in any way.
Of course, today's light bulbs are bright heads, he agrees. But in our time, candles lived differently. They knew their place, they didn’t rush to the ceiling, but meanwhile they literally swam with fat ...
QUESTION OF LIFE
Raincoat is dissatisfied with life.
In clear, sunny weather, when only to walk, they keep him under lock and key, and when they let him out of the house, it will definitely rain.
What is this? Coincidence or malicious intent?
Raincoat cannot answer this question, although his insight is well known to everyone.
He is soft, warm, pliable, he just asks for the hands of those who can arrange his fate. At this time, he does not even disdain black work with putty.
But then he finds his gap, crawls into it, settles down firmly and comfortably.
And immediately new features appear in his character: coldness, dryness and stubborn hardness.
