Krivin Felix Davidovich
Fairy tales with morals
Felix Krivin
Fairy tales with morals
Hey, you're behind, you're behind! - Big Arrow urges Little Arrow on. - I've already gone a long way, and you're all marking time! You don't serve our time well!
Little Arrow is trampling around, not in time. Where can she keep up with the Big Arrow!
But it shows hours, not minutes.
TWO STONES
Two stones lay near the shore - two inseparable and old friends. For days on end they basked in the rays of the southern sun and seemed to be happy that the sea roared away and did not disturb their calm and peaceful comfort.
But one day, when a storm broke out on the sea, the friendship of two friends ended: one of them was picked up by a wave that ran ashore and carried it away to the sea.
Another stone, clinging to a rotten snag, managed to stay on the shore and for a long time could not recover from fear. And when I calmed down a bit, I found new friends. They were old, dry and cracked clods of clay. From morning to evening they listened to the stories of the Stone about how he risked his life, how he was in danger during the storm. And, repeating this story to them every day, the Stone finally felt like a hero.
Years passed... Under the rays of the hot sun, the Stone itself cracked and almost did not differ from its friends - clods of clay.
But then the oncoming wave threw a brilliant Flint ashore, which have not yet been seen in these parts.
Hello buddy! he called to Cracked Stone.
Old Stone was surprised.
Sorry, this is the first time I see you.
Oh you! For the first time I see! Have you forgotten how many years we spent together on this shore before I was swept out to sea?
And he told his old friend what he had to endure in the depths of the sea and how it was still great interesting there.
Come with me! - suggested Flint. - You'll see real life, you will know the real storms.
But his friend. The cracked Stone looked at the clods of clay, which at the word "storms" were ready to completely crumble from fear, and said:
No, it's not for me. I'm fine here too.
Well, how do you know! - Flint jumped on a run up wave and sped off into the sea.
For a long time, everyone on the beach was silent. At last the Cracked Stone said:
Lucky him, that's arrogant. Was it worth risking your life for him? Where is the truth? Where's the justice?
And clods of clay agreed with him that there is no justice in life.
NEEDLE IN DEBT
Do not give Hedgehog rest.
As soon as he curls up, settles down in his hole to sleep for a month or two, until the cold leaves, and then there is a knock.
May I come in?
The Hedgehog will look over the threshold, and there is the Furrier Hamster, the fur coat master.
Forgive me for disturbing you, - the Hamster apologizes. - Would you mind borrowing a needle?
What will you answer him? Hedgehog crumples - and it's a pity to give, and ashamed to refuse.
I would be glad, - he says, - I would love to. Yes, I don't have enough of them.
I'm only for the evening, - asks the Hamster. - The customer needs to finish the fur coat, but the needle has broken.
With pain, he pulls out a needle for him:
I only ask you: finish the work - immediately return it.
Of course, but how! - Khomyak assures and, taking a needle, hurries to finish the fur coat for the customer.
The hedgehog returns to the hole, fits in. But as soon as he begins to doze, there is another knock.
Hello, are you still awake?
This time Liska the milliner appeared.
Borrow a needle, he asks. - Somewhere mine got lost. I searched and searched, I can't find it.
Hedgehog and so and so - nothing happens. Lisa also has to lend a needle.
After that, Hedgehog finally manages to fall asleep. He lies, looks at his dreams, and at this time the Hamster has already finished his fur coat and hurries to the Hedgehog, brings him a needle.
The Hamster came up to the Hedgehog's hole, knocked once, twice, and then looked inside. He sees: The hedgehog is sleeping, snoring. "I won't wake him up," thinks the Hamster.
I found a freer place on the hedgehog's back and stuck the needle in there. And how the Hedgehog will jump! I didn’t understand, of course, from sleep.
Save! - screams. - Killed, stabbed!
Don't worry, Hamster says politely. - I gave you the needle back. Thank you very much.
The Hedgehog tossed and turned for a long time, could not sleep from the pain. But all the same, he fell asleep and, forgetting about the Hamster, again set to work on his dreams. Suddenly...
Ay! Yezh yelled. - Save, help!
He came to his senses a little, looks - Liska the milliner is standing next to him, smiling.
I seem to have scared you a little. I brought the needle. I was in such a hurry, I was in such a hurry so that you would not worry.
Hedgehog curled up in a ball, grumbling to himself slowly. And why grumble something? With pain he gave, with pain he receives back.
"HISTORY OF THE DROP",
I wrote and put an inkblot on the paper.
It's good that you decided to write about me! Claxa said. - I'm so grateful to you!
You're wrong, I replied. - I want to write about a drop.
But I'm also a drop! Klyaksa insisted. - Only ink.
There are different types of ink drops,” I said. - Some write letters, exercises in the Russian language and arithmetic, such stories as this one. And others, like you, only take up space on paper. Well, what can I write about you good?
Klaxa thinks.
At this time, a small Ray appears near her. The leaves of the trees outside the window are trying to keep him out of the room. They whisper after him:
Don't you dare mess with this slut! You will get dirty!
But Luchik is not afraid to get dirty. He really wants to help the ink drop that has so unsuccessfully sat down on paper.
I ask Klyaksa:
Do you really want me to write about you?
I really want to, she admits.
Then you must deserve it. Trust Luke. He will take you away, free you from the ink, and you will become a clean, transparent drop. There will be a job for you, just look, do not refuse any work.
Okay, Drop agrees. Now you can call it that.
I stand at the window and look at the clouds that float away into the distance.
Somewhere out there, among them, is my Drop. And I wave my hand to her:
Goodbye, Drop! Bon Voyage!
And far, far away, in the sultry steppe, Kolos sways in the wind. He knows he has to grow big and that he needs moisture to do so. He knows that without rain he will dry up in the sun and will not thank the people who care for him so carefully. Only Kolos does not know about one thing: about our agreement with the Drop.
And the Drop flies to his aid, and hurries, and drives the wind:
Hurry, hurry, we might miss it!
What a joy it was when she finally arrived at the place! The drop did not even think that it could break, falling from such a height. She immediately rushed down to her Kolos.
Well how are you? Are you still holding on? she asks, landing.
And the courageous Kolos answers:
I'm holding on as you can see. Everything is fine.
But Drop sees that not everything is in order. It gnaws through the stale earth with great difficulty and reaches the very root of the Ear. Then she begins to feed him.
The ear comes to life, straightens, feels much more cheerful.
Thank you, Drop, he says. - You helped me a lot.
Trivia! Drop answers. - I'm glad I was helpful. And now, goodbye. They are waiting for me elsewhere.
In what places they are waiting for her, Drop does not say. Now try to find it, how many rivers, lakes, seas and oceans there are on earth, and you can imagine how many drops are in them!
But I must find my Drop! After all, I myself sent her on a long journey, and even promised to write about her.
The locomotive, breathing heavily, stops at the junction station. Here he needs to rest, stock up on water and fuel in order to move on with renewed vigor.
Water murmurs, filling its cauldrons. And - look: something familiar appeared in the stream of water. Well, yes, of course, this is our Drop!
It's hard for Drop in a locomotive boiler! Hot work here! The drop not only evaporated, but completely turned into steam. Still, she's good at her job.
Other drops even begin to listen to her opinion on various issues, turn to her for advice, and she, having gathered her comrades around her, commands:
One, two - got it! Come on, keep pushing!
The drops press more, and the locomotive rushes on, leaving behind one station after another.
And then Drop says goodbye to her comrades: her shift is over. The locomotive releases steam and she leaves the cauldron, while her comrades shout after her:
Don `t forget about Us. A drop! Maybe we'll meet again!
There is a severe winter, the earth freezes and cannot warm up in any way. And she can't be cold. She needs to keep her warmth in order to give it to trees, herbs, flowers in spring. Who will protect the earth, who will cover it and will not be afraid of the cold?
Of course, Drop.
True, now it is difficult to recognize her: from the cold, the Drop turned into a Snowflake.
And now she slowly sinks to the ground, covers it with herself. Snowflake can cover a very small space, but she has many comrades, and together they manage to protect the earth from the cold.
Felix Krivin
Fairy tales with morals
Hey, you're behind, you're behind! - Big Arrow urges Little Arrow on. - I've already gone a long way, and you're all marking time! You don't serve our time well!
Little Arrow is trampling around, not in time. Where can she keep up with the Big Arrow!
But it shows hours, not minutes.
TWO STONES
Two stones lay near the shore - two inseparable and old friends. For days on end they basked in the rays of the southern sun and seemed to be happy that the sea roared away and did not disturb their calm and peaceful comfort.
But one day, when a storm broke out on the sea, the friendship of two friends ended: one of them was picked up by a wave that ran ashore and carried it away to the sea.
Another stone, clinging to a rotten snag, managed to stay on the shore and for a long time could not recover from fear. And when I calmed down a bit, I found new friends. They were old, dry and cracked clods of clay. From morning to evening they listened to the stories of the Stone about how he risked his life, how he was in danger during the storm. And, repeating this story to them every day, the Stone finally felt like a hero.
Years passed... Under the rays of the hot sun, the Stone itself cracked and almost did not differ from its friends - clods of clay.
But then the oncoming wave threw a brilliant Flint ashore, which have not yet been seen in these parts.
Hello buddy! he called to Cracked Stone.
Old Stone was surprised.
Sorry, this is the first time I see you.
Oh you! For the first time I see! Have you forgotten how many years we spent together on this shore before I was swept out to sea?
And he told his old friend what he had to endure in the depths of the sea and how it was still great interesting there.
Come with me! - suggested Flint. You will see real life, you will know real storms.
But his friend. The cracked Stone looked at the clods of clay, which at the word "storms" were ready to completely crumble from fear, and said:
No, it's not for me. I'm fine here too.
Well, how do you know! - Flint jumped on a run up wave and sped off into the sea.
For a long time, everyone on the beach was silent. At last the Cracked Stone said:
Lucky him, that's arrogant. Was it worth risking your life for him? Where is the truth? Where's the justice?
And clods of clay agreed with him that there is no justice in life.
NEEDLE IN DEBT
Do not give Hedgehog rest.
As soon as he curls up, settles down in his hole to sleep for a month or two, until the cold leaves, and then there is a knock.
May I come in?
The Hedgehog will look over the threshold, and there is the Furrier Hamster, the fur coat master.
Forgive me for disturbing you, - the Hamster apologizes. - Would you mind borrowing a needle?
What will you answer him? Hedgehog crumples - and it's a pity to give, and ashamed to refuse.
I would be glad, - he says, - I would love to. Yes, I don't have enough of them.
I'm only for the evening, - asks the Hamster. - The customer needs to finish the fur coat, but the needle has broken.
With pain, he pulls out a needle for him:
I only ask you: finish the work - immediately return it.
Of course, but how! - Khomyak assures and, taking a needle, hurries to finish the fur coat for the customer.
The hedgehog returns to the hole, fits in. But as soon as he begins to doze, there is another knock.
Hello, are you still awake?
This time Liska the milliner appeared.
Borrow a needle, he asks. - Somewhere mine got lost. I searched and searched, I can't find it.
Hedgehog and so and so - nothing happens. Lisa also has to lend a needle.
After that, Hedgehog finally manages to fall asleep. He lies, looks at his dreams, and at this time the Hamster has already finished his fur coat and hurries to the Hedgehog, brings him a needle.
The Hamster came up to the Hedgehog's hole, knocked once, twice, and then looked inside. He sees: The hedgehog is sleeping, snoring. "I won't wake him up," thinks the Hamster.
I found a freer place on the hedgehog's back and stuck the needle in there. And how the Hedgehog will jump! I didn’t understand, of course, from sleep.
Save! - screams. - Killed, stabbed!
Don't worry, Hamster says politely. - I gave you the needle back. Thank you very much.
The Hedgehog tossed and turned for a long time, could not sleep from the pain. But all the same, he fell asleep and, forgetting about the Hamster, again set to work on his dreams. Suddenly...
Ay! Yezh yelled. - Save, help!
He came to his senses a little, looks - Liska the milliner is standing next to him, smiling.
I seem to have scared you a little. I brought the needle. I was in such a hurry, I was in such a hurry so that you would not worry.
Hedgehog curled up in a ball, grumbling to himself slowly. And why grumble something? With pain he gave, with pain he receives back.
"HISTORY OF THE DROP",
I wrote and put an inkblot on the paper.
It's good that you decided to write about me! Claxa said. - I'm so grateful to you!
You're wrong, I replied. - I want to write about a drop.
But I'm also a drop! Klyaksa insisted. - Only ink.
There are different types of ink drops,” I said. - Some write letters, exercises in the Russian language and arithmetic, such stories as this one. And others, like you, only take up space on paper. Well, what can I write about you good?
Klaxa thinks.
At this time, a small Ray appears near her. The leaves of the trees outside the window are trying to keep him out of the room. They whisper after him:
Don't you dare mess with this slut! You will get dirty!
But Luchik is not afraid to get dirty. He really wants to help the ink drop that has so unsuccessfully sat down on paper.
I ask Klyaksa:
Do you really want me to write about you?
I really want to, she admits.
Then you must deserve it. Trust Luke. He will take you away, free you from the ink, and you will become a clean, transparent drop. There will be a job for you, just look, do not refuse any work.
Okay, Drop agrees. Now you can call it that.
I stand at the window and look at the clouds that float away into the distance.
Somewhere out there, among them, is my Drop. And I wave my hand to her:
Goodbye, Drop! Bon Voyage!
And far, far away, in the sultry steppe, Kolos sways in the wind. He knows he has to grow big and that he needs moisture to do so. He knows that without rain he will dry up in the sun and will not thank the people who care for him so carefully. Only Kolos does not know about one thing: about our agreement with the Drop.
Felix Krivin. I discovered this name quite early, when I was a middle school student. In the library of my aunt Natalya Zaitseva there was a small book of his miniatures. It was called "Half-tales" and was published in Uzhgorod in 1964. I have read it twenty times! Or even thirty! Her wise humor accompanies me to this day. Unfortunately, the name of Felix Krivin, who left behind a good two dozen of these small books, is little known. modern reader. So, I decided to slightly expand the circle of readers and admirers of Krivin. I give a traditional good Friday smile.
HARD CHICKEN
No sooner had the chick hatched than he immediately received a reprimand for breaking an egg. My God, where does he get such manners from? Obviously it's hereditary...
RESPONSIBILITY
“We are responsible for those whom we have tamed,” said the sheep that raised the wolf. Those were her last words...
CHOICE OF PROFESSION
It was quiet. It was dark. In the darkness - through the window - the yellow pupils of the stars shone. In the silence - outside the window - some rustles lurked.
The mouse said: “When I grow up big, I will definitely become a cat ...”
WATCH
Understanding the importance and responsibility of their mission in life, the clock did not run: they stood guard over time.
SAVOR
The photographic film recognized the light too early and therefore failed to perform well at work.
POWER OF PERSUASION
"The room must be open," the doorknob remarks thoughtfully as the door is opened.
"The room must be closed," she concludes philosophically as the door is closed.
The persuasion of a doorknob depends on who pushes it.
STUMP
The stump stood near the road, and passers-by often stumbled over it.
“Not all at once, not all at once,” the stump creaked displeasedly. - I'll take as much as I can. I can't tear myself apart! Well, people, they can’t take a step without me!”
LAMA
In the camel family, only the llama does not have a hump. The camel family also has its black sheep.
DISCUSSION
The ram expressed general bewilderment, the hare expressed general fear. Then the lion stood up and expressed the general opinion.
ORIGIN OF THE GIRAFFE
You have to bend your neck when you live in such an environment. And it's good when there is something to bend.
FREELANCER
The electric iron asked to be unplugged as it goes into creative work.
SHAP
“The man will probably freeze,” the whip was worried. - Arms, legs, shoulders freeze. I am calm behind the lower back, I am personally present here, but what about in other areas?
ARMCHAIR
An important armchair, a solid armchair, it gives way warningly, shrinks when one sits down on it, and when one gets up, it straightens up, looks haughtily around, demonstrating its independent position.
INJUSTICE
“You work from morning to evening,” a healthy tooth lamented, “and no gratitude to you! And the damaged teeth are all in gold. For what, you ask? For what merit?
BLOT
Among the monotonous letters on a sheet of paper, one blot is able to preserve its individuality. She does not imitate anyone, she has her own face, and it is not so easy to read her.
BEANBAG
“We need to be simpler, more intelligible,” the rattle instructs the violin. - For example, they always listen to me with pleasure. Even children understand!
PROPER NUTRITION
Better to undereat than overeat. Therefore, the cat eats the mouse, and not vice versa.
HEALTHY OPTIMISM
The fly believes in the fly, the midge believes in the midge. And the mouse believes in the mouse and does not believe in the cat at all.
BIRDS
An eagle dies in every finch. From the consciousness that he is not an eagle, but a finch.
HIGHER NERVOUS ACTIVITY
AND snake you can bring it to the point that she will launch a deck at you.
TELL ME WHO YOUR FRIEND
A dog is a man's best friend, but we must also look at what a man is.
BORN TO CREEP
In order to rise into the sky, it is not necessary to take off from the earth. Born to crawl reach the heights precisely thanks to the ability to stay on solid ground.
HEALTHY ENVY
And so this thermos kept boiling water that the glasses literally burst with envy.
SHUTTER
Every morning the shutter makes a grand gesture: our light, what a pity there, enough for everyone!
And every evening the shutter closes the window more tightly: our light, no matter how others use it!
SPLINTER
“We seem to be on the way,” said the splinter, digging into the leg. “That’s good: after all, it’s more fun in a company.”
Feeling the pain, the boy jumped on one leg, and the splinter remarked with satisfaction: “Well, I told you that it’s more fun in the company!”
ACNE
Sitting on the forehead of a short man, a pimple looked enviously at their foreheads. tall people and thought: “I wish I had such a position!”
PAINTING
The picture gives an assessment of wildlife: “All this, of course, is nothing - both background and perspective ... But you need to know some kind of framework!”
FLAP
“Paint me,” the patch asks. - I have already picked up a stick for the pole. All that's left is to paint."
"What color are you - green, black, orange?"
“I don’t understand colors well,” the flap crinkles. “I would just like to become a banner.”
ENVIRONMENT
They say it all depends on the environment. Like, what kind of environment we have, we grow up like that. But it is not always the case.
For a hole, for example, the environment may be gold, it may be diamond, but it is still an empty place.
FROM THE LIFE OF TABLETS
“Wherever you poke, everyone strives to swallow you” In a healthy society, this does not happen.
FROM THE LIFE OF EGGS
They themselves are cold, where can they warm each other. Therefore, they always need either a hen or a frying pan.
PEDAGOGY
No egg likes to be incubated too much.
FROM THE LIFE OF INVENTORS
One very clever hare spent his life trying to invent an apparatus for processing hare meat into wolf meat. He didn't want to be a rabbit. But such devices, it turns out, already existed, and the hare turned into wolf meat without the help of his brilliant invention.
FROM THE LIFE OF CENTIPEDES
Where can you keep up with the times when you try to keep up with yourself!
CRUSTACEANS
Such a number of legs, such vehicles - and all this in order to move backwards!
THE SECRET OF PICKING
In modern water conditions, the fish grabs the hook like a drowning man grabs a straw.
OUR VETERANS
Even when there were no dinosaurs, ciliates were already ciliates. And now that dinosaurs are long gone, ciliates are still ciliates.
HARD TIMES
And the fish has moments of longing, when it is suddenly painfully drawn to land.
EXAMPLE OF THE MUSSURANA SNAKE
The Mussurana snake feeds exclusively on snakes and sees this as a kind of patriotism. And actually - why should we eat strangers? And why should we be eaten by strangers? Do we have anyone? Do we have no one to eat? These questions are answered by the Mussurana snake.
crocodiles
It's not scary when young is green. That's when it's old and still green, it's really scary.
YOUR OPINION
Finally, the sparrow got the opportunity to express his opinion.
“Chick-chirp,” said the sparrow. - Chick. Chirik. This one is a chirp, this one is a chirp. Why bother with them?"
EXPERIENCE OF LIFE
In the life of every sandpiper there comes a time when he no longer praises his swamp.
DIGNITY
The hummingbird is slightly larger than a bee, but still it is a bird!
“Our eagles are good guys,” says the hummingbird.
So, by the way, when it comes to the word.
WATER AND ICE
Ice is lighter than water. The transformation of water into ice is an instructive and sad example: how often an attempt to show firmness in order to give weight to oneself ends in embarrassment and failure.
PEDESTALS AND MONUMENTS
Once upon a time there was a pedestal. He lived and was longer than the monument itself, because he never sought to reach the heights.
AUTUMN
Feeling that her beauty was beginning to fade and wanting to somehow prolong her summer, the birch yellow- the most fashionable in the autumn age ...
And then everyone saw that her autumn had come.
SPACE AGE
The snowflake, slowly sinking to the ground, asks the oncoming bushes: “Is this the Earth? Tell me, please, what planet is this? “Yes, it seems to be the Earth,” the bushes answer. But there is no confidence in their voice.
ANT
"Why don't you wear glasses?" - asked the ant.
“How can I tell you…” he replied. - 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..."
Unstarted stories
APPRECIATION
... but seeing tears in her eyes, the onion forgot from excitement that it was being cut.
MATURITY
... and now, having entered the wide road, he no longer rushed into cornerstones, but was content with the modest role of a stumbling block.
POSITIVE EXAMPLE
... here, for example, a spoon: after all, it also does not always happen at ease, but this does not in the least prevent it from working with full dedication.
INDIVIDUALITY
... but - oh, and how difficult it is to be a highlight! Especially in a box of raisins.
PLAYER
... and because he always lost in life, it was especially interesting to listen to him.
REFLEXES
... when there is a roundup of wolves, the hares are the first to scatter.
PROBLEMS
… it is important here who travels, where he travels, why he travels!..
“And who rides,” the camel put in.
TO EACH HIS OWN
… what remains of the kangaroo? Walk around the world with a bag.
PEDIGREE OF REPTILES
... and so, crawling, huge lizards gradually turned into small lizards.
SCHOOL OF LIFE
... but before the birds learned to fly, how much they had to crawl!
WOLVES AND SHEEP
… and when the wolves were fed and the sheep were safe, the problem arose: how to feed the sheep?
LEVEL OF FREEDOM
…probably yet greatest freedom for birds - it is freedom, when you want, to sit in a cage.
LEVEL OF CULTURE
... and a cow, accustomed to both straw and water, will never get to the point of drawing water through a straw.
LIFE CONDITIONS
... but for a butterfly that lives only one day, it is not at all indifferent to what the weather is like today.
FROM THE LIFE OF MICROBES
… and waking up a million years later, the microbe sees how much everything around has changed: many new microbes have appeared on the earth.
FROM THE LIFE OF HERBS
... there would be someone to bow to, and there will be someone to bow to.
LOVE FOR YOUR NEIGHBOR
... and if the branches of one tree diverge at the top, then the branches different trees are drawn to each other.
CLIMATE
… one lacks the southern warmth, and the other lacks the northern lights.
CATERING
... they froze the worm. Hunger.
THE OPINION OF A FLIGHT FLY…
buzz - buzz!
BURDEN
... the heaviest stones are in the bosom.
OBITUARY
... it burned out like a candle in an era of continuous electrification.
DETECTIVE
... a thorough investigation showed that the crime was committed by a person who wished to remain anonymous.
PROGRESS
… so this small country that only made buttons and toothpicks now produces everything from buttons to toothpicks.
RATES OF GROWTH
... from nobody to Robinson, from Robinson to Friday... Such is the increase in the population of uninhabited islands.
HEALTHY SLEEP
... and if a lion surrounded by giraffes sleeps up to twenty hours a day, then a giraffe surrounded by lions - no more than twenty minutes. You can't doze off when you live in such an environment. To nap is the privilege of the strong.
DEFENSE AND ATTACK
... when in the animal (and in the human) world a harmless one pretends to be a predator, this is a means of defense, and when a predator pretends to be harmless, this is a means of attack.
SMELL OF BLOOD
... minnows swim away from the smell of blood, sharks swim to the smell of blood, but most fish do not react to the smell of blood. Does it smell? Well, it smells. Flowing? Well, it's flowing. Everything flows in the water, but nothing changes.
HOMELAND REMEMBERS, HOMELAND KNOWS
... and only after the Tasmanian wolf was completely destroyed in Tasmania, he got into the coat of arms of this state.
HEREDITY
... well, let's say an elephant. Or a lion. But what does a miserable, invisible microbe have? But he also finds something to pass on by inheritance.
THE POWER OF PROTEST
... and still tigers destroy zebras, and still zebras express their indignation. "Damn striped!" - the zebras are outraged by the tigers.
KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE
... in conclusion, dinner was given. The frog ate the fly, the frog already ate, the hedgehog ate the snake. The dinner passed in an atmosphere of mutual understanding.
FAIRY TALE
... and since the Golden Fish was not enough of its seas, the last old trough was taken away from the old man.
FROM THE LIFE OF WORKERS
... work is not a wolf, it won’t go into the forest, don’t hope.
FROM THE LIFE OF JOURNALISTS
… none of our press is complete without press.
FROM THE LIFE OF HOLIDAYERS
... in our country a person at work has the opportunity to rest, but after all, they pay him as for rest, and not as for work.
FROM THE LIFE OF BUYERS
... in the capital with temporary shortages of food, and in the provinces - constant shortfalls.
FROM THE LIFE OF ANNIVERSARY
... half a century is still far from the ceiling. Floor and ceiling are fundamentally opposite things.
GOVERNMENT
... albeit without a king in his head, but with a parliament and a presidential council.
HOLIDAY ON SCAPEGOAT STREET
... Finally, the time has come for a scapegoat: he was released to another garden, to his historical homeland ... That's when Sidorov's goat regretted not marrying him!
VIBRATIONAL MOVEMENTS
… but what is a pendulum to do if it feels bad both here and there?
PUBLIC
…and everyone was disappointed that he couldn't do his swan song encore.
POINT OF VIEW
... and as for the bald head, the main thing for her is that it shines from above.
These stories are taken from Felix Krivin's collection Splashes of Reality, published in Uzhgorod in 1996. Some of them are familiar to me from that same collection of "Half-Tales", some I read for the first time myself.
Well, did you like Felix Krivin? Have you read his works before? I would be grateful if you tell me in the comments the writers whose work is similar to the work of Krivin. Thank you in advance. I love such short thoughts in the spirit notebooks Ilf, "Unbrushed Thoughts" by Stanisław Jerzy Lec...
P.S. Several miniatures of Felix Krivin performed by him close friend Lev Lutsker
learned tales
Felix Davidovich Krivin
Our place is good, not worse than others. The grass is tall, in the middle there is a tree, and under the tree we are with a bull.
Immediately behind us begins the forest - the farm of Baba Yaga. Some make flower beds for themselves, others - a garden or vegetable garden, and Baba Yaga got herself dark forest and settled in it in her hut on chicken legs.
IN new year's eve old wolf especially keenly feels his loneliness. Yes, he never got lucky. The best pieces were snatched from under his nose by others. The she-wolf - and she left him, because he brought few hares. These hares, how many troubles because of them! Who has a lot of them - before those everything is on hind legs stand, and who has little ... Yes, in the wolf world, hares decide everything.
Tell you a story about white bull?.. I live in this fairy tale.
Felix Krivin
SCIENTIFIC FAIRY TALES
NAIVE FAIRY TALES
Heartfelt Conversation
The goat got excited:
They also figured it out! Have you heard the case - not to let the goat into the garden?
The ram was cold.
They put up a fence, - the Goat got excited. - A high fence, and in the middle of the gate ...
What? Baran perked up. - New gates?
I don't know if they are new or old.
What have you not considered?
Leave me alone,” the Goat said coldly. - What does it matter?
Well, how can it not? Well, how can it not have? Baran got excited. Well, how can it not matter?
The goat was cold.
If it weren't for the gate, - the Baran got excited, - then why is everything? And why then fence the garden?
Yes, yes, why? - Goat caught fire. - I'm asking the same thing.
I don't know, Baran shrugged.
No, tell me, - the Goat got excited. - You answer me: why fence the garden?
The ram was cold.
Like this - they will reward you, - the Goat got excited, - you won’t get through any gates.
Gates?…
The ram got excited - the Goat was cold.
The goat got excited - the Sheep was cold.
And how nice it is to meet like this, to talk about what worries both ...
Wolf on the tree
On New Year's Eve, the old Wolf especially acutely felt his loneliness. Getting bogged down in the snow, wading through tenacious fir trees, he wandered through the forest and thought about life.
Yes, he never got lucky. The best pieces were snatched from under his nose by others. The she-wolf - and she left him, because he brought few hares.
These hares, how many troubles because of them! Whoever has a lot of them - everyone stands on their hind legs before those, and who has few ... Yes, in the wolf world, hares decide everything.
Fir-trees, fir-trees... “Fir-trees-sticks,” thought the Wolf, “when will all this end? You can’t get away from these trees, even if you run out of the forest!”
And suddenly ... The wolf sat on his tail, rubbed his eyes: is it really true? A real, lively hare sits under the tree. He sits with his head thrown back and looks somewhere up, and his eyes burn as if they show him God knows what.
“I wonder what he saw there? Wolf thought. “Let me take a look.” And he looked up at the tree.
How many Christmas trees he had seen in his lifetime, but he had never seen such a tree. She sparkled all over with snowflakes, shimmered moonlight, and it seemed that it was specially removed for the holiday, although there was not a single Christmas decoration on the nai.
Tree sticks! - said the Wolf and froze with his mouth open.
There is such a miracle in the world! You look at it - and you feel something turning inside you - not in the stomach, no, but higher. And I don’t want to do anything anymore - just sit and watch.
So they sat side by side - the Hare and the Wolf - under the New Year tree, and looked at it, and something turned over inside them.
And for the first time the Hare thought that there was something stronger than wolves in the world, and the Wolf thought that, fir-trees, sticks, to be honest, happiness is not in hares ...
SCIENTIFIC FAIRY TALES
Numbers are divided into even, odd and honorary. The latter are often imaginary numbers.
Pyramid
The more multifaceted the pyramid, the less sharp corners in contact with the outside world.
Let's look at the world from three sides ...
No, why three? There is also another side...
Is it only one? There are five other sides...
Let's look at the world from twenty sides ...
The more multifaceted the pyramid, the more versatile it looks at the world:
On the one hand, this is, of course, wrong ... But on the ninety-ninth side ... this is perhaps true ...
Let's look from the two hundred and fifty third side ...
Even better - from eight hundred and seventy-one ...
And with a comprehensive view of the world, the pyramid completely loses its angularity and turns into a cone, a streamlined cone: after all, streamlining is the height of versatility ...
Parentheses
But when it was taken out of brackets, everyone immediately understood what kind of number it was.
This was our common multiplier!
This was our common divisor!
This is how the number matters. After it is taken out.
Higher Mathematics
Zero above, zero below.
Now we have to get a thousand, says Upper Zero.
Let's get it! - Lower responds.
And now we have to get a million.
Let's get it!
What about a billion?
Let's get it!
That's how good it is: whatever you want - everything turns out.
Zero above, zero below.
Zero in the numerator, zero in the denominator.
Zero divided by zero gives any number.
But no one can take these numbers.
Value Ratio
The kite is to the sparrow as the sparrow is to the ant.
For you to disappear! You know how I feel about you!
Still not to know! A larger quantity is related to a smaller one, just as a smaller one is related to an even smaller one.
Sorry it's in last time… You know how I feel about you…
And this is known: a smaller value is related to a larger one, as a larger one is related to an even larger one.
The ant is to the sparrow as the sparrow is to the kite.
Law of gravity
The Universe has a disorder with one Galaxy.
What do you have, Galaxy? Somehow you got all confused? ..
Yes, there is only one Sun...
The Galaxy has a mess with one Sun.
Where do you, Sun, spots come from?
Something is wrong with the earth...
The Sun is in trouble with the Earth alone.
What's going on with you, Earth?
You see, there is one person...
The Earth is in trouble with one Human.
What's wrong with you, Man?
God knows! The shoe seems to be tight...
One shoe - and burdens the entire universe!
Archimedes
Hey, what are you drawing in the sand? - I calculate. Did you know that if you find a fulcrum, you can turn Earth? - Flip the globe? Wow, there is something in this little thought!
From an ancient conversation
Don't touch, don't touch his circles! Don't touch the circles of Archimedes!..
One of the alien Roman enemies with the scientist enters into a conversation:
- Why talk about such a trifle? the legate asks with a smile.
- You build your calculations on sand, on soil, especially unsteady.
He said, - and heard the old man's answer: - Soldier, you'll excuse me.
But wisdom is alive in loose sands, and stupidity is dead in granite.
- I see you are a master. beautiful words, - the legate ended the conversation.
- Old man, I will not touch your circles. He said - and killed Archimedes.
History rushes at full speed, she has only worries:
Archimedes are already burning at the stake, ascending the scaffolds...
They, Archimedes, lay bricks, giving way to victory ...
And now, as before, over the world sounds:
DO NOT TOUCH THE CIRCLES OF ARCHIMEDES!
Herostratus
But Herostratus did not believe in miracles. He considered them a dangerous quirk.
great temple burned down in half an hour, and a pile of ashes remained from it.
Temple of Artemis. An unprecedented temple for the perfection of proportionate lines.
It was erected by mortals to the gods - and by this miracle they surpassed the immortals.
But Herostratus did not believe in miracles, he knew the real price of everything.
He believed in what he could do himself. What could he? Set fire to these walls.
Not a lover of glory and not a dreamer, but the most sober person in the world - here he is.
And he looks at the fire, which does not shine for anyone in the world.
Caesar's wife
It was the day when a man in disguise entered Pompey, the wife of the great Caesar, under the guise of a woman.
Kai Julius, this is not the first time! Caesar's followers told him.
Not the first? I don't remember the others.
Kai Julius, you just have a bad memory.
Caesar was offended:
Well, you know ... My wife can change me, but my memory cannot change me.
Maybe, maybe! - adherents repeated in unison.
And then Caesar hesitated.
Go away, Pompey, he said. - Caesar's wife must be beyond suspicion.
It was that day. It was the last day of Pompeii in the house of Caius Julius Caesar.
Goodbye, Julius, she said sadly. - I think you will still repent.
The wife is gone. Suspicions remained. Caesar's wife was beyond suspicion.
One step
There is only one step from the great to the ridiculous,” said Napoleon, and yet he did not take this step.
But Napoleon had followers...
I want in the days of Shakespeare
Where everything was decided by a sword and a rapier,
Where is the proud Lear, the powerful king,
Played a non-prominent role;
Where is Hamlet, though he hesitated for a long time,
But, however, he sought his own;
Where is brave Richard in broad daylight
Could offer half a kingdom for a horse;
Where is the slanderer and spiteful critic Iago
Maral people, but did not stain paper;
Where even the skull of a dead jester
He stared at the world of eye sockets for a reason.
I want in Shakespeare's time.
I will leave the apartment exactly at midnight,
I pass the yard, cross the avenue and - I walk ..
So, from century to century, I will come to an unfamiliar threshold.
Lends me Shylock money for the road,
And the brave Richard of his horse.
Ophelia, in love with me,
Will give me a sharpened sword ...
And I will believe the sincerity of Iago,
I will intercede for him, despising fear.
And friend Horace, the most true friend,
I will be struck down in a fierce duel,
To then celebrate me a wake.
And it will be long - Then,
In which I can forget
What happened to me - to be or not to be?
A hero - or just a jester?
UNBEGINNED STORIES
Individuality.
... but - oh, and how difficult it is to be a highlight! Especially in a box of raisins.
Discussion
... Baran expressed general bewilderment. The hare expressed general apprehension. Then Leo stood up and expressed the general opinion.
Wolves and Sheep
…and when the wolves were full and the sheep were safe, a problem arose: how to feed the sheep?
Tram Philosophy
... a person dies, as they leave a tram: those whom he pushed or to whom he gave way pay attention to his departure.
The Power of Art
... waking up from his game, Orpheus found his wife in the arms of Morpheus.
... in this year Cervantes and Shakespeare died. But no one was born that year.
Progress
…so this small country that only made buttons and toothpicks now produces everything from buttons to toothpicks.
FROM THE NOTES OF KOSHCHEI THE IMMORTAL
1. THE TALE ABOUT THE WHITE BULL
Tell you a fairy tale about a white bull? You say - tell, I say - tell. Shall I tell you a fairy tale about a white bull?.. I live in this fairy tale.
This is near the forest, not reaching. If you go along the road, you need to turn at the stall and along the path, but the path - straight to our lawn.
Our place is good, not worse than others. The grass is tall, in the middle there is a tree, and under the tree we are with a bull. The lawn is small, but not crowded for two.
Immediately behind us begins the forest - the farm of Baba Yaga. Some plant flower beds for themselves, others - a garden or vegetable garden, and Baba Yaga got herself a dark forest and settled in it in her hut on chicken legs. She, too, can be understood: the old woman lives alone, the children, what they were, have long since left, so she surrounded herself with darkness so that no one would look at her old age.
True, not everyone thinks so. Across the road from us is a big blue fairy tale, on the shore of which stands old fisherman. Every day he casts his net and everything he catches he releases back into the sea, although he is a poor old man and has an evil old woman. Because ordinary fish does not suit him, he needs to catch goldfish. This has been going on since the time when his old woman was a beautiful girl and he decided to catch something special for her. And now it's gone whole life, the red girl has become an evil, ugly old woman, but the old man does not notice this, it seems to him that everything remains the same ...
If you walk along the path from us, you will come to a stall where Cinderella sells. This is her fairy tale, or rather, not hers, but her aunt, a good sorceress. Cinderella lives with her aunt and sells in a stall magic wands. The trade is going well because she sells wands for free. There is always a queue in front of her stall: many people buy magic wands for firewood.
Good afternoon, how are you doing here?
This is Serpent Gorynych, a neighbor. The one who has a Boy-with-a-finger in his sons. Since the Serpent adopted the Boy, one cannot recognize him himself: before he did such things, but now he is not heard. He will pass by - he will bow and even invite him to visit - to see the Boy.
This is how we live. In the middle we are with a bull, our neighbors are around. Or maybe we are not in the middle, maybe it just seems so ...
Tell you a fairy tale about a white bull? We start over every day...
2. CINDERELLA
We have a lawn, there is a tree on the lawn, and under the tree we are with a bull. There are only one or two of us with a bull, and we are so short of someone third ... Well, of course, not someone ...
Cinderella, - I say, - why do you need this aunt's fairy tale? Not a century to age in it.
I'm a freak I do not understand anything. Because how can she leave the stall? Someone must be selling magic wands.
For free?
Certainly. For more miracles.
But many people buy them for firewood!
It turns out that they buy firewood. All the magic is not in the wand, but in what you buy it for.
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Felix Krivin
Yesterday's Tales
There used to be an expression like this:
- Do you like yesterday's borscht? In that case, come back tomorrow.
And now tomorrow. And we came. But there was nothing left of the borsch, it was eaten yesterday ... Only yesterday's tales remained ...
Fairy tale
There lived a wizard. He could turn sand into sugar, and plain water into milk, but did not do this, because he believed that miracles do not happen.
He once went to the end of the world. He came, hung his legs over the edge and suddenly felt that someone was standing next to him. The magician squinted his eyes and saw a rooster, which perched on the very edge and calmly pecked at the stars.
- Stop! the wizard exclaimed. - You will leave us without stars!
“Sorry,” the rooster was embarrassed. - But at the same time agree; there is nothing more to peck here.
They started talking. It turns out that the rooster was not a rooster at all, he was a man, and he had a wife, very beautiful woman. He loved her so much that his friends began to laugh at him. And one of them, a sorcerer by training, turned him into a rooster. And now he likes all the chickens, that's why he ran to the ends of the world.
“If someone disenchanted me,” the rooster sighed. - I could return to my wife and live like a human again ...
The Wizard sighed too.
“Unfortunately, there are no miracles.
They walked along the edge of the world, as along the banks of a large river. That and the cock pushed the magician in the side:
“Look, what a pretty chicken! - and immediately began to shame himself: - Oh, what I am after all ... Shameless, unlucky ...
Late in the evening we came across a bear's lair.
“Come in,” the bear invited. - Although there is nothing special to treat. At the end of the world with food - you know ...
- And how did you get to the end of the world?
- The fact is that I am not a bear, but a rooster. I sang and made pretty good money. It's so wonderful to be a rooster, - the bear sighed and looked at the rooster, looking for sympathy. – If it weren’t for this honey… I can’t see it! I didn’t have enough grain, I wanted to try honey ...
The bear was silent. He was ashamed to tell what happened next. But since I started, I must say.
- Carefully, so as not to wake the bees, I climbed into the hive for honey, And as soon as I began to try, I suddenly felt that something was happening to me.
The bear turned away and began to blow his nose into a rag.
“You can imagine,” he continued, “my feathers and wings disappeared somewhere, and instead of them there was wool and these paws. And most importantly, I lost my voice. Here listen.
The bear roared so that the earth shook.
The wizard shook his head.
- It's unlikely to work. After all, miracles do not happen.
“Greetings to an honest company,” was heard from above, and a man looked into the lair.
- Who are you? the bear got scared. - Not a hunter for an hour?
- No, what kind of hunter am I? I am not human at all. Bear born, bear and grew old. Yes, in my old age I wanted to become a man. I thought it was easier for a person, they give a person a pension. Only now I see - oh, this is not an easy thing - to be a man! So I go, looking for someone to turn me into a bear.
The wizard spread his hands: - Miracles do not happen. They are sitting in a bear's lair, and everyone is in such a mood ...
Oh, if only I could become a man! - the rooster is lamenting.
- If only I could become a rooster! the bear dreams.
- If only I could become a bear! the man sighs.
Tired of this wizard, and he waved his hand:
- Oh, yes, be all of you, whoever you want!
And then everyone became whoever they wanted. Because it was not someone who wished this, but a magician. The rooster became a man. The bear is a rooster.
Man is a bear.
The magician looked - a rooster, a bear and a man were sitting in a lair - and sighed:
“I told you there are no miracles!”
If I were a stoat
If I were an ermine, I would walk around like a king, and everyone would be surprised where my fur coat came from, and everyone would ask: “Tell me, where did you buy this fur coat, who gave it to you, who sent it to you, you probably rich relatives? And I would go around in an ermine coat, in a fur coat made of pure ermine, because I would be an ermine myself, and I would answer: “No, I didn’t buy this coat anywhere, and no one gave it to me, and no one sent it, I I wear an ermine coat, because, you see, I myself am an ermine. But, of course, they would not believe me, because you will meet an ermine every day, and they would ask: “Oh, please let us wear this fur coat!” But I would refuse, I would categorically refuse everyone: a hare, a gopher, a wolf ... And a wolf? No, perhaps I could not refuse a wolf, it is very difficult for a wolf to refuse, he would certainly take off my fur coat ...
If I were a wolf, I would take off the fur coat from every ermine, and from the marten, and even from the hare, although the hare has a very Bad quality, she sheds all the time, and she barely lasts one season. But I would still take off his fur coat, because after all I would be a wolf, and a wolf can afford it, a wolf can afford absolutely everything except the pleasure of climbing a tree. Wolves do not climb trees, although, of course, they would very much like to, they would not refuse, but where are they, where! Monkeys climb trees, and wolves run on the ground, and they will never climb a tree!
If I were a monkey, I would never come down to the ground, I would jump on the branches and scream and squeal and throw bananas from above, trying to hit someone in the head. And the other monkeys would also squeal and throw themselves, and we would compete to see who squeals louder and who hits the fastest, and we would be glad that no one can get us on a tree. Perhaps a giraffe, because she herself is like a tree, because her neck is so long that you can climb and climb on it and still you won’t reach the end.
If I were a giraffe, I would not bow my head to anyone, I would look down on everyone, I would have such a long neck. And it wouldn’t cost me anything to look over the fence, and I would see what’s inside, and there must be something inside, because fences exist for a reason - but, of course, not for those who have such a long neck. And no one could reach me, because for this it would be necessary to jump very high, and not everyone can do it.
If I were a leopard, I would, of course, be able to. I would jump on that giraffe's neck and bite off its head in one second. And then he would jump on a tree and bite off the heads of all the monkeys, and at the same time the wolf, so that he would not take away other people's fur coats, and at the same time the ermine, so that he would not boast of his fur coat. If I were a leopard, no one would be afraid of me - of course, except for a lion, because everyone is afraid of a lion. When you meet a lion, you want to become small and invisible, you want to burrow into the ground like a mole.
If I were a mole, I would burrow into the ground every day. I would dig there, underground, and I would not be at all interested in what is happening here in this world. And who took away someone's fur coat, and who bit off someone's head, all this would be of no use to me, I would rummage in the ground, rummage and rummage - and only occasionally stuck my head out to see how the grass grows there and how the rams nibble it. . Sheep walk across the field and nibble grass and warm their backs in the sun, and they may not think about anything, although, of course, they think, sometimes they will think so! ...
If I were a ram!... But I am a ram...
happy regiment
“Happiness is a double-edged sword: one in the hand, the other on the back of the neck,” says the mole Slepysh, and there is a considerable amount of truth in these words. In the midst of bliss, something will certainly hit you on the head.
Polchka’s peak of bliss began long ago, but the peak came only today, when the squirrel Veksha not only nodded to him and not just asked how things were going, but when she sat down next to him to talk in detail about everything.
Anyone who has ever had a conversation with the squirrel Veksha understands what it is. You can prepare for this all your life, and then remember all your life, but for this you need to have two lives, and when you have one and you still manage to talk with the Veksha squirrel, you can consider yourself lucky. Because the squirrel Veksha knows how to look in such a way that even the brown bear loses the ability to joke and only says: “Damn me!” – and nothing else to add.
Bear Brown is a big joker. Everyone remembers how he filled Baibak's hole with a stone, and then sat on this stone and cried, and told everyone that he was buried here. best friend Baibak, and everyone also cried that Baibak already dead, but in fact he was not dead, but only littered with a stone. That's what a joke Brown Bear soaked then.
And he calls Polchka none other than Polchok with a fist. Who else would Polchok be offended by, but Bury has such a fist that you simply shouldn’t be offended. Yes, and someone, and not Polchka, will be offended now.
Here he is, little Polchok, plump, round Polchok with a fist, sitting and talking with the squirrel Veksha. Brown would be confused, Brown would only open his mouth and bark: “Damn me!” - and Polchok is sitting here, talking.
- And how are you with nuts? Polcock asks.
- I'm fine, - the squirrel Veksha answers, and at the same time, he turns his head so that it takes a lot of effort for Polk not to lose the thread of the conversation.
“Nuts are hard these days,” he continues to pull on his thread. - Crop failure on them, or what?
The Veksha squirrel is not well versed in crops. She recently climbed to the very top of the tree, and from there she opened such a view! The forest is like a green carpet, and then the field is like a yellow carpet, and then the lake is like a blue carpet...
All this must be very beautiful, but Polchok is afraid of losing the thread of the conversation, so he says:
I have nuts from last year. Last year they had a harvest, and now they have no harvest.
They sit on a branch nearby, and Polk has to squint his eyes hard to keep Veksha the squirrel in his field of vision. Because his neck does not turn, and it always happens after a harvest year.
“They get better from happiness, and this is already a misfortune,” says the mole Slepysh, and Polchok agrees with him.
How do you store your nuts? he asks the squirrel Veksha.
She again remembers her peak, from which one can see all these carpets, and Polchok squints her eyes at her and thinks in advance what he will say to her in turn.
- Hey, Polchok with a fist! - Bury bear calls him from below and adds: - Damn me! - It was he who noticed the squirrel Veksha.
Brown Bear is a big joker, and Polchok is used to not being angry with him. But now his jokes are completely useless. The regiment stretches out on a branch in order to resemble this unfortunate fist as little as possible, and says to the squirrel Vekshe, ignoring insulting words:
“They walk around here… They just trample nuts in vain…”
- Oh, you, Polchok with a fist! - the bear jokes, looking away from the squirrel to maintain a sense of humor. - What are you stretched out, as if swallowed a twig? Polkok with a cam swallowed a bitch! - the bear shouts and laughs, rejoicing at the joke.
Polchok begins to lose his temper little by little: first, sniffling comes out of him, then muttering, and finally quite articulate words:
- How to give a nut on the head! Will know…
- Nut? the bear laughs. - Oh, you ... damn me! - it was he who could not resist and again looked at the squirrel Veksha.
And then the squirrel Veksha, who was talking so pleasantly with Polchk, realized that of the two of them, only she could impress the bear. And she turned her head, as she knew how, and looked like only she could.
The impression was that the bear staggered and could hardly stand on its feet.
- Are you scared? Polchok rejoiced. - Now I'll get a nut! - And he climbed somewhere to himself for a nut.
Bear Brown wanted to say something else, but then the squirrel looked at him again. And he screwed up his eyes and wandered off, muttering to himself: “Damn me!...” - such a squirrel made an impression on him.
If he hadn't left, I would honestly, threw a nut at him, - said Polchok, when Brown Bear disappeared from his eyes.
And again they sat and talked, and everything was so good ...
But remember what the Mole Mole said ...
The squirrel Veksha looked at the happy Polchka, but for some reason she saw the brown bear. He stood in front of her eyes and staggered and squinted, and it was a pity for him, so big, and it was pleasant to impress him ...
“He won’t come to us again,” Polchok reassured her.
Ichneumon and Civet
“Happy love,” said the butterfly Vanessa, “still happens in the world.” happy love!
The tree frog stretched out its short neck and glanced enviously at the snake Anaconda, which consisted entirely of one neck and therefore could listen to its pleasure.
- It was back in those days when the daredevil Ikhneumon hunted crocodiles. The crocodiles were huge, but Ikhneumon killed them because he was brave and loved the beautiful Civet. And in honor of Civet, he killed crocodiles, this showed his love.
Vanessa the butterfly sighed softly, and the tree frog sighed softly, and the Anaconda snake sighed softly. And Vanessa continued her story
- Once, when Ikhneumon killed some kind of crocodile and already turned to go further, he suddenly heard crying under his feet. Ichneumon leaned over and saw the weeping lizard Scapteira in the grass.
- Poor lizard! - said the tree frog and again looked sideways at the snake Anaconda.
Ichneumon leaned over to her and began to ask if she had lost anything, because it is easy for grass to lose something. “Lost,” the lizard Scapteira replied through tears. “I lost my crocodile… You killed it yourself, and you still ask…” “Was that your crocodile? Ichneumon was surprised. “Are there any crocodiles?” “That was my crocodile,” said Scapteira the lizard. “You see, we are similar, only I am small and on land, and he is big and in the water.” “Why don’t you find someone small on dry land?” “I don’t want a little one on land, my crocodile was big and he wasn’t afraid of the water,” said the lizard. “Maybe that’s why I fell in love with him.”
“How true,” said the snake Anaconda. She, the big one, fell in love with Finch like that - because he was small and flew.
– The daredevil Ikhneumon stood over the lizard Scapteira, and he wanted to somehow make amends for his guilt. And he said that if a lizard absolutely needs to love a crocodile, then he will show her a place where there are at least a dime a dozen crocodiles. But the lizard replied that she did not need another crocodile, that she loved this one. And here already Ikhneumon could not understand anything, because this crocodile did not differ from the others, but he, Ikhneumon, has seen crocodiles in his lifetime!
“Listen, lizard,” said Ichneumon, “I'm very sorry that this happened. I myself would have replaced the crocodile for you, but you see, I am not big at all and I do not live in water, but on land. And besides, I love Civet. Don’t be angry with me, lizard, but I really love Civet very much and I can’t help myself, forgive me.”
And this is where the fun begins. It turned out that the daredevil Ichneumon, for whom the beautiful Civet yearns, is completely useless to the lizard Scapteira, that even if he wanted to replace the crocodile with her, she, the lizard, would not want this. It turned out that the daredevil Ikhneumon can kill a crocodile, but he is not able to replace the crocodile.
Well, then, perhaps, he should have left, he said everything, the rest did not depend on him, but he felt sorry for this lizard, and, in order to console her, he was ready to replace the crocodile with her ... He remembered Civet, he knew that Civet was waiting for him, but he could not move, because in front of him sat this ugly, weeping, rejecting lizard Scapteira, and he wanted to replace her with a crocodile. Oh, how he wanted to replace her with a crocodile!
“You never know what anyone wants,” said the snake Anaconda, which no one could replace her Finch.
“Poor Civet! - said the frog Kvaksha.
“The fact of the matter is that she is not poor,” said the butterfly Vanessa. “The fact of the matter is that Ichneumon returned to the beautiful Civet, and since then they have been in happy love. Ichneumon does not hunt crocodiles, he lives with his Civet and does not leave her anywhere. Because he knows that as soon as he leaves, he will again want to replace the crocodile with some lizard. After all, there are so many lizards in the world and so few crocodiles ...
“Unfortunately, it is,” said the snake Anaconda.
And the frog said:
“Poor Ichneumon!
cat in the zoo
The cat lived in the zoo, but not in a cage, but between cages. It was a shame, because in the cage they feed, but not between the cages. What you grab yourself, you are full of it. But you live in freedom.
This is the law of life: either well-fed or free life. Nobody likes this law, because in any case something is missing.
The cat did not like that she herself was free, and the food was separated from her by cages. And she ran between the cages and shouted: “Down with the cage!” – filling the atmosphere with freedom-loving motives. And when freedom-loving motives reached the administration, the cages were removed and the zoo was converted into a reserve, where everything is natural, everything is free ...
And immediately everyone yelled: "Let's eat!"
The cat screamed the loudest. Previously, food could be pulled out of the cage, although this was fraught with certain difficulties. And now what happened? No cages, no food?
What about crime? When did we have such crime? Look who's been released from the cages! These are the criminals! They are eating each other alive!
The cat huddled up to the very top of the tree and watched in horror as the free citizens ate each other. In freedom-loving motives, nothing was said about this.
And the cat yelled from above: "Free the cages!" But she did not dare to descend from the tree for fear of growing crime.
So it stayed on the tree. Learned to chew nuts. The squirrels took her for their own and shouted with her:
"Free the cells!"
Let's lean out!
We all remember the times when our ancestors came out of the sea onto land. They went out and, out of habit, began to breathe with gills, but gills did not work well on land.
The grandparents gathered for the grandparents' meeting. We, they say, okay, we have breathed our breath, but how are our children, who still breathe and breathe?
The faction of whales (she, of course, got it for factionalism) developed an original method breathing with lungs. But the method was recognized as vicious, since our great predecessors, who showed us the way from the sea to land, breathed with gills. Gills are our great heritage, we cannot give up gills. And is it not possible to extract oxygen from the air in the same way as it was extracted from water? At first, you can put a glass of water to the speaker so that the gills do not dry out (this habit has survived to our time).
But the factionalists kept saying: the gills are a passed stage. The great predecessors breathed in water, so they relied on gills.
For such words about the great predecessors of whales, they were simply kicked out of the land. Back to sea. Let them breathe whatever they want. And the ancestors began to extract oxygen from the air in the traditional way, putting a glass of water on the speaker so that the gills would not dry out.
But the gills still dried up. Until they are completely dry. And then the ancestors had a second wind.
Wonderful breath. And immediately it became as easy for them as it happens when you breathe with your lungs.
Here, of course, they remembered the whales that breathed with lungs even when it was impossible to breathe on land at all. When they took everyone who tried to breathe with their lungs by the gills.
The ancestral meeting sent an invitation to the whales to return to their native land, where today everyone breathes with their lungs. But the whales did not return, they have already got used to their native water.
True, they did not learn how to extract oxygen from the water with their lungs, they had to stick out of the water to breathe.
This method of breathing did not find support in the water. The whales have been warned: keep your head down! But they are no longer could not stick out. They protruded in the water just as they protruded on land.
On land, I liked the way they stick out of the water. Because this is how the great predecessors protruded, showing the way from the water to the land. And also because if you aspire to a new life, you must at least stick your head out into this new life.
On the way to the ocean
The small Anabas fish lives far from the seas, it lives - even ashamed to say - in a swamp. Of course, there is little pleasant, and the Anabas fish is always dreaming of moving to some other place. IN Pacific Ocean. Or at least the Atlantic. Wow, the Anabas fish knows where it is best for her to move. She knows by heart all the oceans that are on earth. And she firmly decided: let the time come, she will definitely move to the ocean.
And the time comes, its swamp begins to dry up, and now not only into the ocean, but in general you can’t swim anywhere - it becomes so dry in this swamp.
You have to crawl: right on land, but that's okay, it's not scary if you crawl into the ocean! The Anabas fish steps over with its fins like the most seasoned pedestrian, and freely dispenses with water, like a camel in the desert. For a whole week she does without water ... And there will come across some kind of swamp in which it will be possible to arrange a halt ...
What a wonderful thing - a halt in a swamp! And cool, and not too deep. Refresh, gain strength and energy. And there - the swamp will dry up - and you can crawl further into the ocean. After all, you can probably crawl into the ocean, if you crawl like that - from swamp to swamp?
