Viktor Yuzefovich Dragoon Deniskin's stories to read. Viktor Dragunsky - Deniska's stories

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Victor Dragunsky
The funniest Deniskin stories (collection)

© Dragunsky V. Yu., nasl., 2016

© Il., Popovich O. V., 2016

© AST Publishing House LLC, 2016

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Girl on the Ball

Once we went to the circus as a whole class. I was very happy when I went there, because I was almost eight years old, and I was in the circus only once, and that was a very long time ago. The main thing is that Alyonka is only six years old, but she has already managed to visit the circus three times. It's very embarrassing. And now the whole class of us went to the circus, and I thought how good it was that it was already big and that now, this time, I would see everything as it should. And at that time I was little, I did not understand what a circus was.

That time, when acrobats entered the arena and one climbed on the head of another, I laughed terribly, because I thought that they were doing it on purpose, for fun, because at home I had never seen adult uncles climbing on top of each other. It didn't happen on the street either. This is where I laughed out loud. I did not understand that it was the artists who showed their dexterity. And at that time, I looked more and more at the orchestra, how they play - some on the drum, some on the trumpet - and the conductor waves his baton, and no one looks at him, but everyone plays as they want. I really liked it, but while I was looking at these musicians, artists were performing in the middle of the arena. And I did not see them and missed the most interesting. Of course, I was still quite stupid at that time.

And so we came with the whole class to the circus. I immediately liked that it smells of something special, and that bright pictures hang on the walls, and it’s light all around, and in the middle there is a beautiful carpet, and the ceiling is high, and different shiny swings are tied there. And at this time the music started playing, and everyone rushed to sit down, and then they bought a popsicle and began to eat.

And suddenly a whole detachment of some people came out from behind the red curtain, dressed very beautifully - in red suits with yellow stripes. They stood on the sides of the curtain, and their boss in a black suit walked between them. He shouted something loudly and a little incomprehensibly, and the music began to play quickly, quickly and loudly, and an artist-juggler jumped into the arena, and the fun began. He threw balls, ten or a hundred pieces up, and caught them back. And then he grabbed a striped ball and began to play with it ... He kicked him with his head, and with the back of his head, and with his forehead, and rolled him on the back, and kicked him with his heel, and the ball rolled all over his body as if magnetized. It was very beautiful. And suddenly the juggler threw this ball to our audience, and then a real turmoil began, because I caught this ball and threw it at Valerka, and Valerka at Mishka, and Mishka suddenly took aim and, for no apparent reason, shone right at conductor, but did not hit him, but hit the drum! Bamm! The drummer got angry and threw the ball back to the juggler, but the ball did not fly, he just hit one beautiful aunt in her hair, and she got not a hair, but a bun. And we all laughed so hard that we almost died.

And when the juggler ran behind the curtain, we could not calm down for a long time. But then a huge blue ball was rolled into the arena, and the uncle who was announcing came to the middle and shouted something in an unintelligible voice. It was impossible to understand anything, and the orchestra again began to play something very cheerful, only not as fast as before.

And suddenly a little girl ran out into the arena. I have never seen such small and beautiful ones. She had blue-blue eyes, and around them were long eyelashes. She was in a silver dress with an airy cloak, and she had long arms; she waved them like a bird and jumped on this huge blue ball that was rolled out for her. She stood on the ball. And then she suddenly ran, as if she wanted to jump off it, but the ball spun under her feet, and she was on it like this, as if she were running, but in fact she was riding around the arena. I have never seen such girls. They were all ordinary, but this one was something special. She ran around the ball with her little legs, as if on a flat floor, and the blue ball carried her on herself: she could ride it straight ahead, and back, and to the left, and wherever she wanted! She laughed merrily when she ran as if she were swimming, and I thought that she must be Thumbelina, she was so small, sweet and unusual. At this time, she stopped, and someone gave her various bell-shaped bracelets, and she put them on her shoes and on her hands and again began to slowly circle on the ball, as if dancing. And the orchestra began to play quiet music, and one could hear the golden bells ringing thinly on the girl's long hands. And it was all like in a fairy tale. And then they put out the light, and it turned out that the girl, in addition, could glow in the dark, and she slowly swam in a circle, and shone, and rang, and it was amazing - I had never seen anything like it in my whole life.

And when they turned on the lights, everyone clapped and yelled "bravo", and I also shouted "bravo". And the girl jumped off her balloon and ran forward, closer to us, and suddenly, on the run, turned over her head, like lightning, and again, and again, and forward and forward. And it seemed to me that she was about to break against the barrier, and I was suddenly very frightened, and jumped to my feet, and wanted to run to her in order to catch her and save her, but the girl suddenly stopped in her tracks, spread her long arms, the orchestra fell silent, and she stood and smiled. And everyone clapped with all their might and even tapped their feet. And at that moment this girl looked at me, and I saw that she saw that I see her and that I also see that she sees me, and she waved her hand at me and smiled. She waved at me and smiled. And I again wanted to run up to her, and I stretched out my hands to her. And she suddenly blew a kiss to everyone and ran away behind the red curtain, where all the artists ran.

And a clown came into the arena with his rooster and began to sneeze and fall, but I was not up to him. I kept thinking about the girl on the ball, how amazing she is and how she waved her hand at me and smiled, and I didn’t want to look at anything else. On the contrary, I tightly closed my eyes so as not to see this stupid clown with his red nose, because he spoiled my girl for me: she still seemed to me on her blue ball.

And then an intermission was announced, and everyone ran to the buffet to drink lemonade, and I quietly went downstairs and went to the curtain, from where the artists were coming out.

I wanted to look at this girl again, and I stood at the curtain and looked - what if she comes out? But she didn't come out.

And after the intermission, the lions performed, and I did not like that the tamer was dragging them by the tails all the time, as if they were not lions, but dead cats. He made them move from place to place or laid them on the floor in a row and walked over the lions with his feet, as if on a carpet, and they looked like they were not allowed to lie still. It was not interesting, because the lion must hunt and chase the buffalo in the endless pampas and announce the surroundings with a menacing growl that terrifies the native population.

And so it turns out not a lion, but I just don’t know what.

And when it was over and we went home, I kept thinking about the girl on the ball.

In the evening, dad asked:

- Well, how? Did you enjoy the circus?

I said:

- Dad! There is a girl in the circus. She dances on a blue ball. So cute, the best! She smiled at me and waved her hand! I'm the only one, honestly! Do you understand, dad? Let's go to the circus next Sunday! I'll show it to you!

Papa said:

- We'll definitely go. I love the circus!

And my mother looked at us both as if she saw for the first time.

... And a long week began, and I ate, studied, got up and went to bed, played and even fought, and still every day I thought when Sunday would come, and my dad and I would go to the circus, and I would see the girl on the ball again, and I'll show it to dad, and maybe dad will invite her to visit us, and I'll give her a Browning pistol and draw a ship in full sail.

But on Sunday, dad could not go.

Comrades came to him, they delved into some drawings, and shouted, and smoked, and drank tea, and sat up late, and after them my mother had a headache, and my father said to me:

- Next Sunday ... I swear an oath of Loyalty and Honor.

And I was so looking forward to next Sunday that I don’t even remember how I lived another week. And dad kept his word: he went with me to the circus and bought tickets to the second row, and I was glad that we were sitting so close, and the performance began, and I began to wait for the girl to appear on the ball. But the person who announces, all the time announced various other artists, and they went out and performed in every way, but the girl still did not appear. And I was trembling with impatience, I really wanted dad to see how extraordinary she is in her silver suit with an airy cloak and how deftly she runs around the blue ball. And every time the announcer came out, I whispered to dad:

Now he will announce it!

But, as luck would have it, he announced someone else, and I even began to hate him, and I kept saying to dad:

- Yes, well, him! This is nonsense on vegetable oil! This is not it!

And dad said without looking at me:

- Don't interfere, please. It is very interesting! That's it!

I thought that dad, apparently, is not well versed in the circus, since he is interested in it. Let's see what he sings when he sees the girl on the balloon. I suppose he will jump on his chair two meters in height ...

But then the announcer came out and shouted in his muffled voice:

- Ant-rra-kt!

I just couldn't believe my ears! Intermission? And why? After all, in the second compartment there will be only lions! And where is my girl on the ball? Where is she? Why isn't she performing? Maybe she got sick? Maybe she fell and got a concussion?

I said:

- Dad, let's go quickly, find out where the girl is on the ball!

Papa replied:

- Yes Yes! And where is your equilibrist? Something not to be seen! Let's go buy some software!

He was cheerful and contented. He looked around, laughed and said:

- Oh, I love ... I love the circus! This very smell ... makes me dizzy ...

And we went into the corridor. A lot of people crowded there, and sweets and waffles were sold, and photographs of various tiger faces hung on the walls, and we wandered a little and finally found a controller with programs. Dad bought one from her and began to look through it. But I could not stand it and asked the controller:

- Tell me, please, when will the girl perform on the ball?

- What girl?

Papa said:

- The program includes a tightrope walker on the ball of T. Vorontsov. Where is she?

I stood silent.

Controller said:

- Oh, are you talking about Tanechka Vorontsova? She left. She left. What are you up to late?

I stood silent.

Papa said:

“We have been restless for two weeks now. We want to see the tightrope walker T. Vorontsova, but she is not there.

Controller said:

- Yes, she left ... Together with her parents ... Her parents are "Bronze People - Two-Yavors." Maybe you have heard? It's a pity. They just left yesterday.

I said:

"You see, dad...

I didn't know she was leaving. What a pity ... Oh my God! .. Well ... There's nothing to be done ...

I asked the controller:

“Is that right, then?”

She said:

I said:

- And where, unknown?

She said:

- To Vladivostok.

Wow where. Far. Vladivostok.

I know it is placed at the very end of the map, from Moscow to the right.

I said:

- What a distance.

The controller suddenly hurried:

- Well, go, go to your places, the lights are already out!

Dad picked up:

- Let's go, Deniska! Now there are lions! Shaggy, growling - horror! Let's go look!

I said:

- Let's go home, dad.

He said:

- That's it once...

The controller laughed. But we went to the wardrobe, and I handed out the number, and we got dressed and left the circus.

We walked along the boulevard and walked like that for a long time, then I said:

- Vladivostok is at the very end of the map. There, if by train, you will travel for a whole month ...

Papa was silent. He obviously had no time for me. We walked a little more, and I suddenly remembered the planes and said:

- And on the "TU-104" in three hours - and there!

But dad still didn't answer. He held my hand tightly. When we went out onto Gorky Street, he said:

Let's go to an ice cream parlor. Shame on two servings, huh?

I said:

“I don’t want anything, dad.

- They supply water there, it is called "Kakheti". I have never drunk better water anywhere in the world.

I said:

“I don’t want to, dad.

He did not persuade me. He quickened his pace and squeezed my hand tightly. I even got sick. He walked very fast and I could hardly keep up with him. Why was he walking so fast? Why didn't he talk to me? I wanted to look at him. I raised my head. He had a very serious and sad face.

"He's alive and glowing..."

One evening I was sitting in the yard, near the sand, and waiting for my mother. She probably lingered at the institute, or at the store, or, perhaps, stood at the bus stop for a long time. Don't know. Only all the parents of our yard had already arrived, and all the guys went home with them and, probably, already drank tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there ...

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

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

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

- Great!

And I said

- Great!

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

"Wow," Misha said. - Where did you get it?

Does he pick up the sand himself? Not by myself? Does he dump himself? Yes? And the pen? What is she for? Can it be rotated? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me home?

I said:

- No I will not give. Present. Dad gave before leaving.

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

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

Mishka says:

- Can you give me a dump truck?

- Get off, Mishka.

Then Mishka says:

“I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for him!”

I speak:

- Compared Barbados with a dump truck ...

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

I speak:

- He's screwed on you.

- You'll glue it!

I even got angry.

- Where can I swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?

And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:

Well, it wasn't. Know my kindness. On the!

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

- You open it, - said Mishka, - then you will see!

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

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

“It’s a firefly,” said Mishka. - What, good? He's alive, don't worry.

“Mishka,” I said, “take my dump truck, do you want to?” Take forever, forever. And give me this star, I'll take it home ...

And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at it, looked and could not get enough of it: how green it is, as if in a fairy tale, and how close it is, in the palm of your hand, but it shines, as if from afar ... And I could not breathe evenly, and I could hear my heart beating and my nose pricked a little, as if I wanted to cry.

And I sat like that for a long time, a very long time.

And there was no one around. And I forgot about everyone in the world.

But then my mother came, and I was very happy, and we went home.

And when they began to drink tea with bagels and cheese, my mother asked:

- Well, how is your dump truck?

And I said:

- I, mother, changed it.

Mom said:

- Interesting. And for what?

I answered:

- For a firefly. Here he is in a box. Turn off the light!

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

Then mom turned on the light.

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

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

Mom looked at me intently and asked:

- And what, exactly, is it better?

I said:

- But how can you not understand? .. After all, he is alive! And it glows!

Top down, sideways!

That summer, when I didn't go to school yet, our yard was being renovated. Bricks and boards lay everywhere, and in the middle of the yard rose a huge pile of sand. And we played on this sand in the "defeat of the Nazis near Moscow", or made Easter cakes, or just played at nothing.

We had a lot of fun, and we made friends with the workers and even helped them repair the house: once I brought a full kettle of boiling water to the locksmith Uncle Grisha, and the second time Alyonka showed the fitters where we had a back door. And we helped a lot, but now I don't remember everything.

And then, somehow imperceptibly, the repair began to end, the workers left one by one, Uncle Grisha said goodbye to us by the hand, gave me a heavy piece of iron and also left.

And instead of Uncle Grisha, three girls came into the yard. They were all very nicely dressed: they wore men's long trousers, smeared with different colors and completely hard. When these girls walked, their pants rattled like iron on a roof. And on the heads of the girls wore hats from newspapers. These girls were painters and were called: brigade. They were very cheerful and dexterous, they loved to laugh and always sang the song "Lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley." But I don't like this song. And Alyonka.

And Mishka doesn't like it either. But we all loved to watch how the girls-painters work and how everything turns out smoothly and neatly. We knew the whole team by name. Their names were Sanka, Raechka and Nelly.

And once we approached them, and Aunt Sanya said:

- Guys, run someone and find out what time it is.

I ran, found out and said:

- Five minutes to twelve, Aunt Sanya ...

She said:

- Sabbath, girls! I'm in the dining room! - and went out of the yard.

And Aunt Raechka and Aunt Nelly followed her to dinner.

And they left a barrel of paint. And a rubber hose too.

We immediately came closer and began to look at that part of the house where they were just now painting. It was very cool: smooth and brown, with a little redness. The bear looked and looked, then says:

- I wonder if if I shake the pump, the paint will go?

Alyonka says:

- We bet it won't work!

Then I say:

- But we argue, it will go!

Mishka says:

- No need to argue. Now I will try. Hold, Deniska, the hose, and I will shake it.

And let's download. I shook it two or three times, and suddenly paint ran out of the hose. She hissed like a snake, because at the end of the hose there was a hood with holes, like a watering can. Only the holes were very small, and the paint went on like cologne in a barbershop, you can barely see it.

The bear was delighted and shouted:

- Paint quickly! Hurry and paint something!

I immediately took and sent the hose to a clean wall. The paint began to splatter, and there immediately turned out to be a light brown spot that looked like a spider.

- Hooray! Alyonka screamed. - Let's go! Let's go! - and put her foot under the paint.

I immediately painted her leg from knee to toe. Immediately, right before our eyes, no bruises or scratches were visible on the leg. On the contrary, Alyonka's leg became smooth, brown, with a sheen, like a brand new skittle.

Bear screams:

- It turns out great! Substitute the second, quickly!

And Alyonka perkyly framed her second leg, and I instantly painted it from top to bottom twice.

Then Mishka says:

- Good people, how beautiful! Legs just like a real Indian! Paint it quickly!

- All? Paint everything? From head to toe?

Here Alyonka squealed with delight:

Come on, good people! Paint from head to toe! I'll be a real turkey.

Then Mishka leaned on the pump and began pumping all over Ivanovo, and I began to pour paint on Alyonka. I painted her wonderfully: both the back, and the legs, and the arms, and the shoulders, and the belly, and the panties. And she became all brown, only her white hair sticks out.

I'm asking:

- Bear, what do you think, and dye your hair?

The bear answers:

- Well, of course! Paint quickly! Come on quickly!

And Alyonka hurries:

- Come on, come on! And hair come on! And ears!

I quickly finished painting it and say:

- Go, Alyonka, dry in the sun. Hey, what else to color?

- You see, our clothes are drying? Hurry up paint!

Well, I did it quickly! I finished two towels and Mishka's shirt in a minute so that it was a pleasure to look at!

And Mishka went right into the excitement, pumping the pump like clockwork. And just screams:

- Come on paint! Hurry come on! There's a new door on the front door, come on, come on, paint faster!

And I went to the door. Top down! Down up! Top down, sideways!

And then the door suddenly opened, and our building manager Alexei Akimych came out of it in a white suit.

He was downright dumbfounded. And me too. We were both spellbound. The main thing is that I water it and, out of fear, I can’t even guess to take the hose aside, but only swing it from top to bottom, from bottom to top. And his eyes widened, and it doesn’t occur to him to move even a step to the right or left ...

And Mishka shakes and know yourself getting on with his own:

- Come on, come on, hurry up!

And Alyonka dances from the side:

- I'm a turkey! I am a turkey!

... Yes, it was great for us then. Mishka washed clothes for two weeks. Alyonka was washed in seven waters with turpentine ...

Alexey Akimych was bought a new suit. And my mother did not want to let me into the yard at all. But I still went out, and aunts Sanya, Raechka and Nelly said:

- Grow up, Denis, hurry up, we will take you to our brigade. Be a painter!

And since then I've been trying to grow faster.

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

Hello dear blog readers. The book itself was purchased by me more than two years ago, but my son initially did not accept it. But at almost six years old, he enthusiastically listened to the stories from the life of the boy Denis Korablev, laughing heartily at the situations. And at 7.5 he read excitedly, laughing and retelling the stories he liked to my husband and me. Therefore, I immediately advise you not to rush into the introduction of this wonderful book. The child must grow up to its correct perception, and then you can be sure that it will make an indelible impression on him.

About the book Deniskina stories by Viktor Dragunsky

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

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

Deniska's stories - content

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

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

What is included in this copy? Yes, not a lot! The list made me very happy.

Now, let's talk about several works separately. This will help you decide if you have never read the book. Or help in filling out the reader's diary for grades 2-3, usually it is during this period that reading is given for the summer.

About filling out the reader's diary

Let me explain in a nutshell: my son keeps notes about what he read, in the article I will write down his opinion.
An example of such work is when my son worked with the work “Winter”.

There are lines in the child's reading diary: date of beginning and end of reading, number of pages, author. I see no reason to enter this data here, because your student will read on other dates, in a different format. The name of the author in all the works that we are talking about today is the same. At the end, a drawing is made. If you and your child have read the story online, a spread of the book will help you, from which, if desired, you can make a sketch. In what genre are "Deniska's stories" written? This information may be needed when filling out the diary. Genre - literary cycle.

So, let's confine ourselves to the description:

• Name;
• plot (summary);
• main characters and their characteristics;
• what you liked about the piece.

Deniska stories - Amazing day

In the story, the guys are assembling a rocket to fly into space. Thinking through all the details of her device, they got a very impressive design. And although the friends understood that this was a game, they still almost quarreled over deciding who would be the astronaut. It's great that their game ended well! (Here parents have the opportunity to discuss safety measures). The fact is that the boys put New Year's firecrackers into the pipe from the samovar to simulate the take-off of a rocket. And inside the barrel-rocket was a “cosmonaut”. Fortunately for him, the fuse did not work and the explosion occurred after the boy left the “rocket”.

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

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

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

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

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

Victor Dragunsky Deniskin's stories - No worse than you, circus ones

In the story "No worse than you, circus people", Denis, who lived with his parents in the center of Moscow, suddenly finds himself in the circus in the first row. He had a bag of tomatoes and sour cream with him, which his mother had sent for. A boy was sitting in a chair nearby, as it turned out, the son of circus performers, who was used as a “spectator from the audience”. The boy decided to play a trick on Deniska and invited him to change places. As a result, the clown picked up the wrong boy and carried him under the dome of the circus. And the tomatoes fell on the heads of the audience. But everything ended well and our hero has been to the circus more than once.

Review in the reader's diary

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

Deniskin's stories - Girl on the ball

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

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

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

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

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

Reader's diary

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

Victor Dragunsky Deniskin's stories - Watermelon lane

The story "Watermelon Lane" cannot be ignored. It is perfect for reading on the eve of Victory Day, and just to explain to preschoolers and younger students, the topic of famine during the war.

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

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

I sat and also looked out the window, where papa was looking, and it seemed to me that I could see papa and his comrade right there, how they would tremble and wait. The wind beats on them, and the snow too, but they tremble, and wait, and wait, and wait ... And it just made me terribly, and I directly grabbed my plate and quickly, spoon by spoon, sipped it all, and tilted then to himself, and drank the rest, and wiped the bottom with bread, and licked the spoon.

My review of the first book about the war that I read to a child can be read at. Also on the blog there is a good selection and review about for primary school age.

Deniskin stories films

Reading the book to my son, I remembered that in my childhood I watched children's films with similar plots. A lot of time has passed and yet I dared to look. Found quickly enough and to my surprise in large quantities. I will present to your attention three films that we watched with my boy. But I want to warn you right away that reading a book cannot be replaced by a film, since in films the plots are sometimes mixed from different stories.

Children's Film - Funny Stories

I will start all the same with this film, since it contains stories from the book I described. Namely:

• Amazing day;
• He is alive and glowing;
• The secret becomes clear;
• Motorcycle racing on a steep wall;
• dog snatchers;
• Top down, sideways! (this story is not in our book).

Children's film Deniska stories - Captain

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

Children's film Deniskin stories

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

• Exactly 25 kilos;
• Healthy thought;
• Grandmaster's hat;
• Twenty years under the bed.

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

"He's alive and glowing..."

One evening I was sitting in the yard, near the sand, and waiting for my mother. She probably lingered at the institute, or at the store, or, perhaps, stood at the bus stop for a long time. Don't know. Only all the parents of our yard had already arrived, and all the guys went home with them and, probably, already drank tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there ...

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

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

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

- Great!

And I said

- Great!

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

- Wow! Mishka said. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up the sand himself? Not by myself? Does he dump himself? Yes? And the pen? What is she for? Can it be rotated? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me home?

I said:

- No I will not give. Present. Dad gave before leaving.

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

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

Mishka says:

- Can you give me a dump truck?

- Get off, Mishka.

Then Mishka says:

“I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for him!”

I speak:

- Compared Barbados with a dump truck ...

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

I speak:

- He's screwed on you.

- You'll glue it!

I even got angry.

- Where can I swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?

And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:

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

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

- You open it, - said Mishka, - then you will see!

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

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

“It’s a firefly,” said Mishka. - What, good? He's alive, don't worry.

“Mishka,” I said, “take my dump truck, do you want to?” Take forever, forever! And give me this star, I'll take it home ...

And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at it, looked and could not get enough of it: how green it is, as if in a fairy tale, and how close it is, in the palm of your hand, but it shines, as if from afar ... And I could not breathe evenly, and I could hear my heart beating and my nose pricked a little, as if I wanted to cry.

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

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

- Well, how is your dump truck?

And I said:

- I, mother, changed it.

Mom said:

- Interesting! And for what?

I answered:

- To the firefly! Here he is in a box. Turn off the light!

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

Then mom turned on the light.

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

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

Mom looked at me intently and asked:

- And what, exactly, is it better?

I said:

- How can you not understand? After all, he is alive! And it glows!

Glory to Ivan Kozlovsky

I have only fives in the report card. Only a four in calligraphy. Because of the blot. I don't really know what to do! I always have blots coming off my pen. I already dip only the very tip of the pen into the ink, but the blots still come off. Just some miracles! Once I wrote a whole page cleanly, it's a pleasure to look at - a real five-page. In the morning I showed it to Raisa Ivanovna, and there, in the very middle of the blot! Where did she come from? She wasn't there yesterday! Maybe it leaked from some other page? Don't know…

And so I have one five. Only singing triple. This is how it happened. We had a singing lesson. At first, we all sang in unison, "There was a birch tree in the field." It turned out very beautifully, but Boris Sergeevich frowned all the time and shouted:

- Pull the vowels, friends, pull the vowels! ..

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

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

This means with each one separately.

And Boris Sergeevich called Mishka.

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

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

Like thin ice
White snow fell...

Well, Mishka squeaked funny! This is how our kitten Murzik squeaks. Is that how they sing! Almost nothing is heard. I just couldn't help it and laughed.

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

He said:

- Come on, gull, come out!

I quickly ran to the piano.

"Well, what are you going to do?" asked Boris Sergeevich politely.

I said:

- The song of the civil war "Lead, Budyonny, bolder us into battle."

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

- Please play louder! - I said.

Boris Sergeevich said:

- You will not be heard.

But I said

- Will. And how!

Boris Sergeevich began to play, and I took in as much air as I could sing:

High in the clear sky
Curly scarlet banner ...

I really like this song.

So I see the blue-blue sky, it's hot, the horses are clattering with their hooves, they have beautiful purple eyes, and a scarlet banner curls in the sky.

Here I even closed my eyes in delight and shouted with all my might:

We ride horses there
Where is the enemy!
And in an intoxicating battle ...

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

A swift avalanche! We rush forward!.. Hurrah!..

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

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

We crashed into the Crimea!

Here I stopped because I was sweaty and my knees were trembling.

And although Boris Sergeevich played, he somehow leaned over the piano, and his shoulders were shaking too ...

I said:

- Well, how?

- It's monstrous! - Boris Sergeevich praised.

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

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

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

- Okay, I'll take it into account, - said Boris Sergeevich, - Didn't you notice that I played one thing, and you sang a little differently!

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

- Well, - said Boris Sergeevich, - since you haven't noticed anything, let's give you a three for now. For diligence.

How about three? I even rushed. How can this be? Three is very little! The bear sang softly and then got a five ... I said:

- Boris Sergeevich, when I have a little rest, I can even louder, don't think. I didn't have a good breakfast today. And then I can sing so that everyone's ears will be laid here. I know another song. When I sing it at home, all the neighbors come running, asking what happened.

– What is it? Boris Sergeevich asked.

“Compassionate,” I said, and started:

I loved you…
More love maybe...

But Boris Sergeevich hastily said:

“Well, well, well, we will discuss all this next time.

And then the phone rang.

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

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

Mom blushed terribly and said:

Well, we'll see that!

And when we were walking home, I kept thinking: “Is Kozlovsky really singing louder than me?”

Red balloon in the blue sky

Suddenly our door flew open, and Alyonka shouted from the corridor:

– There is a spring market in the big shop! She screamed terribly loudly, and her eyes were round as buttons and desperate. At first I thought someone had been stabbed. And she again took a breath and come on:

Let's run, Deniska! Quicker! There kvass is fizzy! Music plays, and different dolls! Let's run!

Screams like there's a fire. And I was also somehow agitated by this, and it tickled in my stomach, and I hurried and rushed out of the room.

Alyonka and I joined hands and ran like crazy to a big store. There was a whole crowd of people there and in the very middle stood a man and a woman made of something shiny, huge, up to the ceiling, and although they were not real, they blinked their eyes and moved their lower lips, as if they were talking. The man shouted:

- Spring Bazaar! Spring Bazaar!

And the woman:

- Welcome! Welcome!

We looked at them for a long time, and then Alyonka says:

How do they scream? Because they are not real!

“It's just not clear,” I said.

Then Alyonka said:

- I know. They are not screaming! It is in the middle of them that live artists sit and shout to themselves all day. And they themselves pull the string, and the lips of the dolls move from this.

I burst out laughing:

“You can see that you are still small. Artists will become you in the stomach of the dolls to sit all day. Can you imagine? Hunched over all day - you'll probably get tired! Do you need to eat, drink? And other things, you never know what ... Oh, darkness! This radio screams in them.

Alyonka said:

Come here quickly
Here are the tickets for the raffle!
It won't take long for everyone to win
Passenger car "Volga"!
And some in a rush
Win "Moskvich"!

And we also laughed next to him, as he briskly shouts out, and Alyonka said:

- Still, when a living thing screams, it is more interesting than a radio.

And we ran for a long time in the crowd among the adults and had a lot of fun, and some military guy grabbed Alyonka under the armpits, and his friend pressed a button in the wall, and cologne suddenly splashed from there, and when Alyonka was put on the floor, she smelled of candy all over, and uncle said:

- Well, what a beauty, I have no strength! But Alyonka ran away from them, and I followed her, and we finally found ourselves near kvass. I had money for breakfast, and so Alyonka and I drank two large mugs each, and Alyonka's stomach immediately became like a soccer ball, and all the time I had a buzz in the nose and pricked in the nose with needles. Great, just the first grade, and when we ran again, I heard kvass gurgling in me. And we wanted to go home and ran out into the street. It was even more fun there, and a woman was standing at the very entrance and selling balloons.

Alyonka, as soon as she saw this woman, stopped in her tracks. She said:

- Oh! I want a ball!

And I said:

- It would be nice, but there is no money.

And Alyonka:

- I have one money.

- Show me.

She took it out of her pocket.

I said:

- Wow! Ten kopecks. Aunty, give her a ball!

The saleswoman smiled.

- What do you want? Red, blue, blue?

Alyonka took the red one. And we went.

And suddenly Alyonka says:

- Do you want to wear?

And she handed me a string. I took. And as soon as I took it, I heard that the ball was pulling the string very thinly! He probably wanted to fly away. Then I let go of the thread a little and again I heard how he insistently stretched out of his hands, as if he was really asking to fly away. And I suddenly felt somehow sorry for him that now he can fly, and I keep him on a leash, and I took and released him. And at first the ball didn’t even fly away from me, as if he didn’t believe it, and then I felt that it was real, and immediately rushed and flew up above the lantern.

Alyonka grabbed her head:

- Oh, why, hold on! ..

And she began to bounce, as if she could jump to the ball, but she saw that she could not, and began to cry:

- Why did you miss him?

But I didn't answer her. I looked up at the ball. He flew upwards smoothly and calmly, as if this was what he had wanted all his life.

And I stood with my head up and looked, and Alyonka too, and many adults stopped and looked behind their heads too - to see how the ball was flying, and it was flying and decreasing.

So he flew over the last floor of a huge house, and someone leaned out of the window and waved after him, and he was even higher and a little sideways, higher than antennas and pigeons, and became quite small ... Something in my ears rang when he flew and it has almost disappeared. It flew behind a cloud, it was fluffy and small, like a rabbit, then it surfaced again, disappeared and completely disappeared from view and now, probably, was near the moon, and we all looked up, and in my eyes some kind of tailed dots and patterns. And the ball was nowhere to be found. And then Alyonka sighed barely audibly, and everyone went about their business.

And we also went, and were silent, and all the way I thought how beautiful it is when spring is in the yard, and everyone is smart and cheerful, and cars back and forth, and a policeman in white gloves, and flies away into a clear, blue-blue sky from us a red balloon. And I also thought, what a pity that I can’t tell Alyonka all this. I won’t be able to put it into words, and if I could, it would still be incomprehensible to Alyonka, she’s small. Here she is walking next to me, and all so hushed, and the tears have not yet completely dried on her cheeks. She probably feels sorry for her ball.

And Alyonka and I walked like this all the way to the house and were silent, and at our gates, when we began to say goodbye, Alyonka said:

- If I had money, I would buy another balloon ... for you to release it.

childhood friend

When I was six or six and a half years old, I had absolutely no idea who I would eventually be in this world. I really liked all the people around and all the work too. I then had a terrible confusion in my head, I was kind of confused and could not really decide what I should do.

Either I wanted to be an astronomer, so as not to sleep at night and observe distant stars through a telescope, or I dreamed of becoming a sea captain in order to stand with my legs apart on the captain's bridge and visit distant Singapore and buy a funny monkey there. Otherwise, I was dying to turn into a subway driver or station manager and walk around in a red cap and shout in a thick voice:

- Go-o-tov!

Or I had an appetite to learn to be the kind of artist who draws white stripes on the asphalt for speeding cars. And then it seemed to me that it would be nice to become a brave traveler like Alain Bombard and cross all the oceans on a fragile shuttle, eating only raw fish. True, this Bombar lost twenty-five kilograms after his trip, and I only weighed twenty-six, so it turned out that if I also swam like him, then I would have absolutely nowhere to lose weight, I would weigh only one at the end of the trip. kilo. What if I don’t catch one or two fish somewhere and lose a little more weight? Then I'll probably just melt in the air like smoke, that's all.

When I calculated all this, I decided to abandon this idea, and the next day I was already impatient to become a boxer, because I saw the European boxing championship on TV. How they thrashed each other - just some kind of horror! And then they showed their training, and here they were already beating a heavy leather "pear" - such an oblong heavy ball, you have to hit it with all your might, hit it with all your might, in order to develop the force of impact in yourself. And I saw enough of it all that I also decided to become the strongest person in the yard in order to beat everyone, in which case.

I told dad

- Dad, buy me a pear!

- It's January, there are no pears. Eat some carrots.

I laughed.

- No, dad, not like that! Not an edible pear! You, please, buy me an ordinary leather punching bag!

- And why do you need it? Dad said.

“Practice,” I said. - Because I will be a boxer and I will beat everyone. Buy it, huh?

- How much is such a pear? Dad asked.

“Nothing,” I said. - Rubles ten or fifty.

"You're crazy, brother," said dad. - Get over somehow without a pear. Nothing will happen to you.

And he got dressed and went to work.

And I was offended at him for the fact that he refused me so with a laugh. And my mother immediately noticed that I was offended, and immediately said:

Wait, I think I've come up with something. Come on, come on, wait a minute.

And she bent down and pulled out from under the sofa a large wicker basket; it was stacked with old toys that I no longer played with. Because I had already grown up and in the fall I had to buy a school uniform and a cap with a shiny visor.

Mom began to dig in this basket, and while she was digging, I saw my old tram without wheels and on a string, a plastic pipe, a dented top, one arrow with a rubber blotch, a piece of sail from a boat, and a few rattles, and a lot of other toys. junk. And suddenly mom took out a healthy teddy bear from the bottom of the basket.

She threw it on my sofa and said:

- Here. This is the one that Aunt Mila gave you. You were then two years old. Good Mishka, excellent. Look how tight! What a fat belly! Look how it rolled out! Why not a pear? Better! And you don't have to buy! Let's train as much as you like! Get started!

And then she was called to the phone, and she went out into the corridor.

And I was very happy that my mother came up with such a great idea. And I made Mishka more comfortable on the couch, so that it would be more convenient for me to train on him and develop the power of impact.

He sat in front of me so chocolate, but very mangy, and he had different eyes: one of his own - yellow glass, and the other big white - from a button from a pillowcase; I didn't even remember when he showed up. But it didn’t matter, because Mishka looked at me rather cheerfully with his different eyes, and he spread his legs and stuck out his stomach towards me, and raised both hands up, as if joking that he was already giving up in advance ...

And I looked at him like that and suddenly remembered how a long time ago I never parted with this Mishka for a minute, dragged him everywhere with me, and nursed him, and seated him at the table next to me to dine, and fed him from a spoon semolina, and he had such a funny muzzle when I smeared him with something, even with the same porridge or jam, he had such a funny cute muzzle then, just like a living one, and I put him to bed with me, and rocked him , like a little brother, and whispered various tales to him right into his velvety hard ears, and I loved him then, loved him with all my heart, then I would give my life for him. And now he is sitting on the couch, my former best friend, a true childhood friend. Here he is sitting, laughing with different eyes, and I want to train the force of impact about him ...

- What are you, - said my mother, she had already returned from the corridor. - What happened to you?

And I didn’t know what was happening to me, I was silent for a long time and turned away from my mother so that she wouldn’t guess by her voice or lips what was happening to me, and I lifted my head to the ceiling so that the tears rolled back, and then, when I held myself together a little , I said:

- What are you talking about, mom? With me nothing ... I just changed my mind. It's just that I'll never be a boxer.

Enchanted letter

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

- Easier! Let's bring it in! Right! Levey! Get her on the ass! It's easier, otherwise you'll break off the entire spitz.

And when they unloaded, the driver said:

“Now we need to activate this Christmas tree,” and left.

And we stayed near the Christmas tree.

She lay large, furry, and smelled so deliciously of frost that we stood like fools and smiled. Then Alyonka took up one branch and said:

- Look, there are detectives hanging on the Christmas tree.

"Secrets"! She said it wrong!

Mishka and I rolled like that. We both laughed the same way, but then Mishka began to laugh louder to make me laugh.

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

Oh, I'm dying of laughter! Investigations!

And, of course, I turned on the heat:

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

Then Mishka fainted and groaned:

- Oh, I feel bad! Investigations…

And began to hiccup:

- Hic! .. Investigations. Hic! Hic! I'll die of laughter! Hic!

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

- The girl is five years old, to marry soon! And she is a detective.

Alyonka's lower lip twisted so that it crawled behind her ear.

- Did I say correctly! This is my tooth falling out and whistling. I want to say "detectives", but I whistle "detectives" ...

Mishka said:

- Eka is unseen! She lost her tooth! I've had three of them fall out and two are staggering, but I still speak correctly! Listen here: chuckles! What? True, great - hihh-cue! Here's how easy it comes out for me: chuckles! I can even sing

Oh, green chick
I'm afraid I'll prick.

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

- Wrong! Hooray! You say snickers, but you need detectives!

- Precisely, that there is no need for detectives, but for snickering.

And both let's roar. All you hear is: "Detectives!" - "Hihki!" - "Detectives!".

Looking at them, I laughed so hard that I even got hungry. I was walking home and all the time I thought: why did they argue so much, since both are wrong? After all, it is a very simple word. I stopped and said clearly:

- No detectives. No giggles, but short and clear: fifks!

One evening I was sitting in the yard, near the sand, and waiting for my mother. She probably lingered at the institute, or at the store, or, perhaps, stood at the bus stop for a long time. Don't know. Only all the parents of our yard had already come, and all the guys went home with them and probably already drank tea with bagels and feta cheese, but my mother was still not there... Read...

Once Mishka and I were doing homework. We put notebooks in front of us and copied. And at that time I was telling Mishka about lemurs, that they have big eyes, like glass saucers, and that I saw a photograph of a lemur, how he is holding a fountain pen, he himself is small, small and terribly cute. Read...

I have only fives in the report card. Only four in calligraphy. Because of the blot. I don't really know what to do! I always have blots coming off my pen. I already dip only the very tip of the pen into the ink, but the blots still come off. Just some miracles! Once I wrote a whole page cleanly, cleanly, it's expensive to look at - a real five-page page. Read...

When dad got sick, the doctor came and said: Read ...

Suddenly our door flew open, and Alenka screamed from the corridor... Read...

Boys and girls! - said Raisa Ivanovna. - You did well this quarter. Congratulations. Now you can rest. During the holidays we will arrange a matinee and a carnival. Each of you can dress up as anyone, and there will be a prize for the best costume, so get ready. Read...

All the boys of the 1st class "B" had pistols. We agreed to always walk around with weapons. And each of us always had a pretty little pistol in his pocket and a supply of piston bands to go with it. And we really liked it, but it didn't last long. And all because of the movie... Read...

When I was six or six and a half years old, I had absolutely no idea who I would eventually be in this world. I really liked all the people around and all the work too. I then had a terrible confusion in my head, I was kind of confused and could not really decide what I should do. Read...

Last summer I was at Uncle Volodya's dacha. He has a very beautiful house, similar to the station, but a little bit smaller. Read...

I noticed a long time ago that adults ask very stupid questions to little ones. They seemed to be talking. It turns out as if they all learned the same questions and ask them to all the guys in a row. I am so used to this business that I know in advance how everything will happen if I meet some adult. It will be like this. Read...

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

This was the case. We had a lesson - work. Raisa Ivanovna said that we should each do according to a tear-off calendar, whoever figured it out. I took a piece of cardboard, pasted it over with green paper, cut a slit in the middle, attached a matchbox to it, and put a stack of white leaves on the box, adjusted it, glued it, trimmed it, and wrote on the first sheet: “Happy May Day!” Read...

Even when I was little, I was given a tricycle. And I learned to ride it. I immediately sat down and rode, not at all afraid, as if I had ridden bicycles all my life. Read...

When I walked home from the pool, I was in a very good mood. I liked all the trolleybuses, that they are so transparent and you can see everyone who rides in them, and the ice cream ladies liked that they were cheerful, and I liked that it was not hot outside and the breeze cooled my wet head. Read...

That summer, when I didn't go to school yet, our yard was being renovated. Bricks and boards lay everywhere, and in the middle of the yard rose a huge pile of sand. And we played on this sand in the "defeat of the Nazis near Moscow", or made Easter cakes, or just played at nothing. Read...

When I was a preschooler, I was terribly compassionate. I couldn't hear anything pathetic at all. And if someone ate someone, or threw him into the fire, or imprisoned him, I immediately began to cry. For example, the wolves ate a goat, and horns and legs remained of him. Read...

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

It turns out that while I was sick, it became quite warm outside and there were two or three days left before our spring break. When I came to school, everyone screamed... Read...

Marya Petrovna often comes to tea with us. She is all so full, the dress is pulled tight over her, like a pillowcase on a pillow. She has different earrings dangling in her ears. And she smells something dry and sweet. Read...

If you think about it, it's just some kind of horror: I have never flown an airplane before. True, once I almost flew, but it wasn’t there. It broke. Straight trouble. Read...

The stories of Viktor Dragunsky are illuminated by love for children, knowledge of their psychology, and spiritual kindness. The prototype of the protagonist was the author's son, and the father in these stories is the writer himself. Viktor Dragunsky wrote not only provocative stories, most of which probably happened to his Deniska, but also a little sad and instructive ("The Man with a Blue Face"). Good and bright impressions remain after reading each of these stories, many of which have been filmed. Children and adults enjoy reading them over and over again.

One evening I was sitting in the yard, near the sand, and waiting for my mother. She probably lingered at the institute, or at the store, or, perhaps, stood at the bus stop for a long time. Don't know. Only all the parents of our yard had already arrived, and all the guys went home with them and, probably, already drank tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there ...

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

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

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

- Great!

And I said

- Great!

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

- Wow! Mishka said. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up the sand himself? Not by myself? Does he dump himself? Yes? And the pen? What is she for? Can it be rotated? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me home?

I said:

- No I will not give. Present. Dad gave before leaving.

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

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

Mishka says:

- Can you give me a dump truck?

- Get off, Mishka.

Then Mishka says:

“I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for him!”

I speak:

- Compared Barbados with a dump truck ...

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

I speak:

- He's screwed on you.

- You'll glue it!

I even got angry.

- Where can I swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?

And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:

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

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

- You open it, - said Mishka, - then you will see!

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

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

“It’s a firefly,” said Mishka. - What, good? He's alive, don't worry.

“Mishka,” I said, “take my dump truck, do you want to?” Take forever, forever! And give me this star, I'll take it home ...

And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at it, looked and could not get enough of it: how green it is, as if in a fairy tale, and how close it is, in the palm of your hand, but it shines, as if from afar ... And I could not breathe evenly, and I could hear my heart beating and my nose pricked a little, as if I wanted to cry.

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

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

- Well, how is your dump truck?

And I said:

- I, mother, changed it.

Mom said:

- Interesting! And for what?

I answered:

- To the firefly! Here he is in a box. Turn off the light!

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

Then mom turned on the light.

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

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

Mom looked at me intently and asked:

- And what, exactly, is it better?

I said:

- How can you not understand? After all, he is alive! And it glows!

I have only fives in the report card. Only a four in calligraphy. Because of the blot. I don't really know what to do! I always have blots coming off my pen. I already dip only the very tip of the pen into the ink, but the blots still come off. Just some miracles! Once I wrote a whole page cleanly, it's a pleasure to look at - a real five-page. In the morning I showed it to Raisa Ivanovna, and there, in the very middle of the blot! Where did she come from? She wasn't there yesterday! Maybe it leaked from some other page? Don't know…

And so I have one five. Only singing triple. This is how it happened. We had a singing lesson. At first, we all sang in unison, "There was a birch tree in the field." It turned out very beautifully, but Boris Sergeevich frowned all the time and shouted:

- Pull the vowels, friends, pull the vowels! ..

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

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

This means with each one separately.

And Boris Sergeevich called Mishka.

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

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

Like thin ice

White snow fell...

Well, Mishka squeaked funny! This is how our kitten Murzik squeaks. Is that how they sing! Almost nothing is heard. I just couldn't help it and laughed.

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

He said:

- Come on, gull, come out!

I quickly ran to the piano.

"Well, what are you going to do?" asked Boris Sergeevich politely.

I said:

- The song of the civil war "Lead, Budyonny, bolder us into battle."

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