You can read "Deniska's Stories" at any age and several times and it will still be funny and interesting! Since V. Dragunsky's book "Deniska's Stories" was first published, readers have loved these funny, humorous stories so much that this book is being reprinted and republished. And probably there is no schoolchild who would not know Deniska Korablev, who became for the children different generations with his boyfriend - he’s so similar to his classmates who find themselves in funny, sometimes ridiculous situations...
2) Zak A., Kuznetsov I. "Summer is gone. Save a drowning man. Humorous film stories"(7-12 years old)
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The collection includes two humorous film stories by Avenir Zak and Isai Kuznetsov, famous Soviet playwrights and screenwriters.
At first, the heroes of the first story do not expect anything good from the upcoming holidays. What could be more boring than going to three probably strict aunties for the whole summer? That's right - nothing! So, summer is gone. But in fact, it’s quite the opposite...
What should you do if all your friends are in the photo in the local newspaper, but you are not? This is so offensive! Andrei Vasilkov really wants to prove that he is also capable of feats...
Stories about the cheerful summer adventures of unlucky and mischievous boys formed the basis for the scripts of two of the same name feature films, one of which, “Summer Is Lost,” was directed by Rolan Bykov. Illustrated the book outstanding master book graphics Heinrich Valk.
3) Averchenko A. "Humorous stories for children"(8-13 years old)
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The heroes of these funny stories- boys and girls, as well as their parents, educators and teachers, who were once children themselves, but not all of them remember this. The author doesn't just entertain the reader; he gives lessons unobtrusively adult life children and reminds adults that their childhood should never be forgotten.
4) Oster G. "Bad advice", "Problem book", "Petka the microbe"(6-12 years old)
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Not all germs are harmful. Petka is just useful. Without people like him, we won’t see either sour cream or kefir. There are so many microbes in one drop of water that it is impossible to count them. To see these little ones, you need a microscope. But maybe they are also looking at us - from the other side of the magnifying glass? The writer G. Oster wrote a whole book about the life of microbes - Petka and his family.
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The word "Problem Book" on the cover of the book is not that attractive. For many it is boring and even scary. But “Grigor Oster’s Problem Book” is a completely different matter! Every schoolchild and every parent knows that these are not just tasks, but terribly funny stories about forty grandmothers, the baby Kuzya of the circus artist Khudyushchenko, worms, flies, Vasilisa the Wise and Koshchei the Immortal, pirates, as well as Mryaka, Bryaku, Khryamzik and Slyunik. Well, to make it really funny, right until you drop, you need to count something in these stories. Multiply someone by something or, conversely, divide it. Add something to something, and maybe take something away from someone. And get the main result: to prove that mathematics is not a boring science!
5) Vangeli S. "The Adventures of Gugutse", "Chubo from the village of Turturika"(6-12 years old)
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These are absolutely wonderful atmospheric stories with very unique humor and a pronounced national Moldovan flavor! Children are delighted with fascinating stories about the cheerful and brave Gugutse and the naughty Chubo.
6) Zoshchenko M. "Stories for Children"(6-12 years old)
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Zoshchenko knew how to find the funny in life and notice the comic even in the most serious situations. He also knew how to write in such a way that every child could easily understand him. That is why Zoshchenko's "Stories for Children" are recognized as classics of children's literature. In their humorous stories for children, the writer teaches the younger generation to be brave, kind, honest and smart. These are indispensable stories for the development and education of children. They cheerfully, naturally and unobtrusively instill in the children the main life values. After all, if you look back at your own childhood, it is not difficult to notice what an influence the stories about Lela and Minka, the coward Vasya, the smart bird and other characters from stories for children written by M.M. once had on us. Zoshchenko.
7) Rakitina E. "The intercom thief"(6-10 years)
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Elena Rakitina writes touching, instructive, and most importantly - extremely funny stories! Their heroes, the inseparable Mishka and Egorka, are third-graders who are never bored. The adventures of boys at home and at school, their dreams and travels will not let young readers get bored!
Open this book as soon as possible, meet the guys who know how to be friends, and they will be happy to welcome everyone who loves fun reading into the company!
Stories about Mishka and Yegorka were awarded the International Children's Medal literary prize them. V. Krapivina (2010), diploma Literary competition them. V. Golyavkina (2014), diplomas from the All-Russian literary and artistic magazine for schoolchildren "Koster" (2008 and 2012).
8) L. Kaminsky "Lessons in laughter"(7-12 years old)
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What are the most interesting lessons at school? For some children - mathematics, for others - geography, for others - literature. But there is nothing more exciting than laughter lessons, especially if they are taught by the very cheerful teacher in the world - the writer Leonid Kaminsky. From mischievous and funny children's stories, he collected a real collection of school humor.
9) Collection "The Funniest Stories"(7-12 years old)
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The collection contains exclusively funny stories by various authors, including V. Dragunsky, L. Panteleev, V. Oseeva, M. Korshunov, V. Golyavkin, L. Kaminsky, I. Pivovarova, S. Makhotin, M. Druzhinina.
10) N. Teffi Humorous stories(8-14 years old)
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Nadezhda Teffi (1872-1952) did not write specifically for children. This “queen of Russian humor” had an exclusively adult audience. But those stories of the writer that are written about children are unusually lively, cheerful and witty. And the children in these stories are simply charming - spontaneous, unlucky, naive and incredibly sweet, however, like all children at all times. Getting to know the works of N. Teffi will bring a lot of joy to both young readers and their parents. Read with the whole family!
11) V. Golyavkin "Carousel in the head"(7-10 years)
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If everyone knows Nosov and Dragunsky, then Golyavkin is for some reason much less known (and completely undeservedly). The acquaintance turns out to be very pleasant - light, ironic stories describing simple everyday situations that are close and understandable to children. In addition, the book contains the story "My Good Dad", written by the same accessible language, but much more emotionally rich - short stories, permeated with love and light sadness for their father who died in the war.
12) M. Druzhinina "My fun day off"(6-10 years)
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The book by the famous children's writer Marina Druzhinina includes funny stories and poems about modern boys and girls. What happens to these inventors and mischievous people at school and at home! The book “My Happy Day Off” was awarded a diploma from the S.V. Mikhalkov International Literary Prize “Clouds”.
13) V. Alenikov "The Adventures of Petrov and Vasechkin"(8-12 years old)
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Everyone who was once little knows Vasya Petrov and Petya Vasechkin in much the same way as their classmates. At the end of the 80s, there was not a single teenager who did not become friends with them thanks to the films of Vladimir Alenikov.
These long-time teenagers grew up and became parents, but Petrov and Vasechkin remained the same and still love ordinary and incredible adventures, they are in love with Masha and are ready to do anything for her. Even learn to swim, speak French and sing serenades.
14) I. Pivovarova "What is my head thinking about"(7-12 years old)
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The book by the famous children's writer Irina Pivovarova includes funny stories and stories about funny adventures third grader Lucy Sinitsyna and her friends. The extraordinary stories full of humor that happen to this inventor and prankster will be read with pleasure not only by children, but also by their parents.
15) V. Medvedev "Barankin, be a man"(8-12 years old)
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The story "Barankin, be a man!" - the most famous book by the writer V. Medvedev - tells about the hilariously hilarious adventures of schoolchildren friends Yura Barankin and Kostya Malinin. In search of a carefree life, in which they don’t give bad grades and don’t give any lessons at all, the friends decided to turn... into sparrows. And they turned! And then - into butterflies, then - into ants... But easy life They didn't succeed among birds and insects. Quite the opposite happened. After all the transformations, returning to ordinary life, Barankin and Malinin realized what a blessing it is to live among people and to be human!
16) About Henry "Chief of the Redskins"(8-14 years old)
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The story of unlucky kidnappers who stole a child in order to obtain a ransom for him. As a result, tired of the boy’s tricks, they were forced to pay his father to rid them of the little robber.
17) A. Lindgren "Emil from Lenneberga", "Pippi Longstocking"(6-12 years old)
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A funny story about Emil from Lenneberga, written by a wonderful Swedish writer Astrid Lindgren, brilliantly retold into Russian by Lilianna Lungina, fell in love with both adults and children all over the planet. This curly-haired little boy is a terrible mischief-maker; he won’t live a day without getting into mischief. Well, who would think of chasing a cat to check if it jumps well?! Or put a tureen on yourself? Or set fire to the feather on the pastor's hat? Or caught in a rat trap own father, and feed the pig drunken cherries?
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How can a little girl carry a horse in her arms?! Imagine what it can do!
And this girl's name is Pippi Longstocking. It was invented by the wonderful Swedish writer Astrid Lindgren.
There is no one stronger than Pippi; she is capable of knocking even the most famous strongman to the ground. But Pippi is not only famous for this. She is also the funniest, most unpredictable, most mischievous and kindest girl in the world, with whom you definitely want to make friends!
18) E. Uspensky "Uncle Fyodor, dog and cat"(5-10 years)
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Something happens to the residents of the village of Prostokvashino all the time - not a day without incident. Either Matroskin and Sharik will quarrel, and Uncle Fedor will reconcile them, then Pechkin will fight with Khvataika, or the cow Murka will act strangely.
19) P. Maar Series about Subastic(8-12 years old)
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This amazing, funny and kind book by Paul Maar will show what it’s like for parents with a disobedient child. Even if this child is a magical creature named Subastic, walking around only in a diving suit and destroying everything that comes to hand, be it a glass, a piece of wood or nails.
20) A. Usachev "Smart dog Sonya. Stories"(5-9 years)
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This is the story of two funny and witty friends and their parents, whom they are very similar to. Vasya and Petya are tireless researchers, so they can’t live even one day without adventures: either they uncover the insidious plan of criminals, or organize a painting competition in the apartment, or look for treasure.
22) Nikolay Nosov "Vitya Maleev at school and at home"(8-12 years old)
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This is a story about school friends- Vita Maleev and Kostya Shishkin: about their mistakes, sorrows and insults, joys and victories. Friends are upset because of poor progress and missed lessons at school, they are happy, having overcome their own disorganization and laziness, having earned the approval of adults and classmates, and, in the end, they understand that without knowledge you will not achieve anything in life.
23) L. Davydychev “The difficult, full of hardships and dangers life of Ivan Semyonov, a second-grader and a repeater”(8-12 years old)
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An incredibly funny story about Ivan Semyonov, the most unfortunate boy in the whole wide world. Well, think for yourself, why should he be happy? Studying for him is torment. Isn't it better to do training? True, a dislocated arm and an almost split head did not allow him to continue the work he had begun. Then he decided to retire. I even wrote a statement. Again bad luck - a day later the application was returned and the boy was advised to first learn to write correctly, finish school, and then work. Being a reconnaissance commander is a worthy occupation, Ivan decided then. But even here he was disappointed.
What to do with this quitter and slacker? And this is what the school came up with: Ivan needs to be taken in tow. For this purpose, a girl from the fourth grade, Adelaide, was assigned to him. Since then, Ivan’s quiet life has ended...
24) A. Nekrasov "The Adventures of Captain Vrungel"(8-12 years old)
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Andrei Nekrasov's funny story about Captain Vrungel has long become one of the most beloved and in demand. After all, only such brave captain is able to cope with a shark with the help of a lemon, neutralize a boa constrictor with a fire extinguisher, and turn ordinary squirrels in a wheel into a running machine. The fantastic adventures of Captain Vrungel, his senior assistant Lom and sailor Fuchs, who went to trip around the world on the two-seater sailing yacht "Trouble" has delighted more than one generation of dreamers, visionaries, and all those in whom the passion for adventure boils.
25) Yu. Sotnik "How they saved me"(8-12 years old)
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The book includes famous stories written by Yuri Sotnik in different years: “Archimedes” by Vovka Grushin”, “How I Was Independent”, “Dudkin Makes Wishes”, “The Artilleryman’s Granddaughter”, “How I Was Rescued”, etc. These stories are sometimes funny, sometimes sad, but always very instructive. You know how mischievous they are and were your parents once inventors? Almost the same as you. If you don’t believe it, read for yourself what stories happened to them. good writer for everyone who loves to laugh.
The boy Yasha always loved to climb everywhere and get into everything. As soon as they brought any suitcase or box, Yasha immediately found himself in it.
And he climbed into all sorts of bags. And into the closets. And under the tables.
Mom often said:
“I’m afraid that if I go to the post office with him, he’ll get into some empty parcel and they’ll send him to Kzyl-Orda.”
He got a lot of trouble for this.
And then Yasha took on a new fashion - he began to fall from everywhere. When the house heard:
- Uh! – everyone understood that Yasha had fallen from somewhere. And the louder the “uh” was, the greater the altitude from which Yasha flew. For example, mom hears:
- Uh! - that means it’s okay. It was Yasha who simply fell off his stool.
If you hear:
- Uh-uh! - this means the matter is very serious. It was Yasha who fell off the table. We need to go and inspect his lumps. And when visiting, Yasha climbed everywhere, and even tried to climb onto the shelves in the store.
One day dad said:
“Yasha, if you climb anywhere else, I don’t know what I’ll do to you.” I'll tie you to the vacuum cleaner with ropes. And you will walk everywhere with a vacuum cleaner. And you will go to the store with your mother with a vacuum cleaner, and in the yard you will play in the sand tied to the vacuum cleaner.
Yasha was so scared that after these words he didn’t climb anywhere for half a day.
And then he finally climbed onto dad’s table and fell down along with the phone. Dad took it and actually tied it to the vacuum cleaner.
Yasha walks around the house, and the vacuum cleaner follows him like a dog. And he goes to the store with his mother with a vacuum cleaner, and plays in the yard. Very uncomfortable. You can't climb a fence or ride a bike.
But Yasha learned to turn on the vacuum cleaner. Now, instead of “uh”, “uh-uh” began to be heard constantly.
As soon as mom sits down to knit socks for Yasha, suddenly all over the house - “oo-oo-oo”. Mom is jumping up and down.
We decided to come to an amicable agreement. Yasha was untied from the vacuum cleaner. And he promised not to climb anywhere else. Dad said:
– This time, Yasha, I will be stricter. I'll tie you to a stool. And I’ll nail the stool to the floor. And you will live with a stool, like a dog with a kennel.
Yasha was very afraid of such punishment.
But then a very wonderful opportunity turned up - we bought a new wardrobe.
First Yasha climbed into the closet. He sat in the closet for a long time, banging his forehead against the walls. This is an interesting matter. Then I got bored and went out.
He decided to climb onto the closet.
Yasha moved the dining table to the closet and climbed onto it. But I didn’t reach the top of the closet.
Then he placed a light chair on the table. He climbed onto the table, then onto the chair, then onto the back of the chair and began to climb onto the closet. I'm already halfway across.
And then the chair slipped out from under his feet and fell to the floor. And Yasha remained half on the closet, half in the air.
Somehow he climbed onto the closet and fell silent. Try telling your mom:
- Oh, mom, I’m sitting on the closet!
Mom will immediately transfer him to a stool. And he will live like a dog all his life near the stool.
Here he sits and is silent. Five minutes, ten minutes, five more minutes. All in all, whole month almost. And Yasha slowly began to cry.
And mom hears: Yasha can’t hear something.
And if you can’t hear Yasha, it means Yasha is doing something wrong. Or he chews matches, or he climbed up to his knees into the aquarium, or he draws Cheburashka on his father’s papers.
Mom became in different places take a look. And in the closet, and in the nursery, and in dad’s office. And there is order everywhere: dad works, the clock is ticking. And if there is order everywhere, it means that something difficult must have happened to Yasha. Something extraordinary.
Mom screams:
- Yasha, where are you?
But Yasha is silent.
- Yasha, where are you?
But Yasha is silent.
Then mom started thinking. He sees a chair lying on the floor. He sees that the table is not in place. He sees Yasha sitting on the closet.
Mom asks:
- Well, Yasha, are you going to sit on the closet all your life now, or are we going to climb down?
Yasha doesn't want to go down. He is afraid that he will be tied to a stool.
He says:
- I won’t get down.
Mom says:
- Okay, let's live on the closet. Now I'll bring you lunch.
She brought Yasha soup in a plate, a spoon and bread, and a small table and a stool.
Yasha was having lunch on the closet.
Then his mother brought him a potty on the closet. Yasha was sitting on the potty.
And in order to wipe his butt, mom had to stand on the table herself.
At this time, two boys came to visit Yasha.
Mom asks:
- Well, should you serve Kolya and Vitya for the cupboard?
Yasha says:
- Serve.
And then dad couldn’t stand it from his office:
“Now I’ll come and visit him at his closet.” Not just one, but with a strap. Remove it from the cabinet immediately.
They took Yasha out of the closet, and he said:
“Mom, the reason I didn’t get off is because I’m afraid of the stool.” Dad promised to tie me to the stool.
“Oh, Yasha,” says mom, “you’re still little.” You don't understand jokes. Go play with the guys.
But Yasha understood jokes.
But he also understood that dad didn’t like to joke.
He can easily tie Yasha to a stool. And Yasha didn’t climb anywhere else.
How the boy Yasha ate poorly
Yasha was good to everyone, but he ate poorly. All the time with concerts. Either mom sings to him, then dad shows him tricks. And he gets along well:
- Don't want.
Mom says:
- Yasha, eat your porridge.
- Don't want.
Dad says:
- Yasha, drink juice!
- Don't want.
Mom and Dad are tired of trying to persuade him every time. And then my mother read in one scientific pedagogical book that children do not need to be persuaded to eat. You need to put a plate of porridge in front of them and wait until they get hungry and eat everything.
They set and placed plates in front of Yasha, but he didn’t eat or eat anything. He doesn’t eat cutlets, soup, or porridge. He became thin and dead, like a straw.
- Yasha, eat your porridge!
- Don't want.
- Yasha, eat your soup!
- Don't want.
Previously, his pants were difficult to fasten, but now he was hanging out completely freely in them. It was possible to put another Yasha in these pants.
And then one day it blew strong wind.
And Yasha was playing in the area. He was very light, and the wind blew him around the area. I rolled to the wire mesh fence. And there Yasha got stuck.
So he sat, pressed against the fence by the wind, for an hour.
Mom calls:
- Yasha, where are you? Go home and suffer with the soup.
But he doesn't come. You can't even hear him. He not only became dead, but his voice also became dead. You can't hear anything about him squeaking there.
And he squeaks:
- Mom, take me away from the fence!
Mom began to worry - where did Yasha go? Where to look for it? Yasha is neither seen nor heard.
Dad said this:
“I think our Yasha was blown away somewhere by the wind.” Come on, mom, we'll take the pot of soup out onto the porch. The wind will blow and bring the smell of soup to Yasha. He will come crawling to this delicious smell.
Notebooks in the rain
During recess, Marik says to me:
Let's run away from class. Look how nice it is outside!
What if Aunt Dasha is late with the briefcases?
You need to throw your briefcases out the window.
We looked out the window: it was dry near the wall, but a little further away there was a huge puddle. Don't throw your briefcases into a puddle! We took the belts off the trousers, tied them together and carefully lowered the briefcases onto them. At this time the bell rang. The teacher entered. I had to sit down. The lesson has begun. The rain poured outside the window. Marik writes me a note: “Our notebooks are missing.”
I answer him: “Our notebooks are missing.”
He writes to me: “What are we going to do?”
I answer him: “What are we going to do?”
Suddenly they call me to the board.
“I can’t,” I say, “I have to go to the board.”
“How, I think, can I walk without a belt?”
Go, go, I’ll help you,” says the teacher.
You don't need to help me.
Are you sick by any chance?
“I’m sick,” I say.
How's your homework?
Good with homework.
The teacher comes up to me.
Well, show me your notebook.
What's going on with you?
You'll have to give it a two.
He opens the magazine and gives me a bad mark, and I think about my notebook, which is now getting wet in the rain.
The teacher gave me a bad grade and calmly said:
You're feeling strange today...
How I sat under my desk
As soon as the teacher turned to the board, I immediately went under the desk. When the teacher notices that I have disappeared, he will probably be terribly surprised.
I wonder what he'll think? He’ll start asking everyone where I’ve gone - it’ll be a laugh! Half the lesson has already passed, and I’m still sitting. “When,” I think, “will he see that I’m not in class?” And it’s hard to sit under the desk. My back even hurt. Try to sit like that! I coughed - no attention. I can't sit anymore. Moreover, Seryozha keeps poking me in the back with his foot. I couldn't stand it. Didn't make it to the end of the lesson. I get out and say:
Sorry, Pyotr Petrovich...
The teacher asks:
What's the matter? Do you want to go to the board?
No, excuse me, I was sitting under my desk...
Well, how comfortable is it to sit there, under the desk? You sat very quietly today. This is how it would always be in class.
When Goga started going to first grade, he knew only two letters: O - circle and T - hammer. That's all. I didn't know any other letters. And I couldn’t read.
Grandmother tried to teach him, but he immediately came up with a trick:
Now, now, grandma, I’ll wash the dishes for you.
And he immediately ran to the kitchen to wash the dishes. And the old grandmother forgot about studying and even bought him gifts for helping him with the housework. And Gogin’s parents were on a long business trip and relied on their grandmother. And of course, they didn’t know that their son still hadn’t learned to read. But Goga often washed the floor and dishes, went to buy bread, and his grandmother praised him in every possible way in letters to his parents. And I read it aloud to him. And Goga, sitting comfortably on the sofa, listened with eyes closed. “Why should I learn to read,” he reasoned, “if my grandmother reads aloud to me.” He didn't even try.
And in class he dodged as best he could.
The teacher tells him:
Read it here.
He pretended to read, and he himself told from memory what his grandmother read to him. The teacher stopped him. To the laughter of the class, he said:
Do you want me I'd better close it a window to prevent it from blowing.
I'm so dizzy that I'm probably going to fall...
He pretended so skillfully that one day his teacher sent him to the doctor. The doctor asked:
How is your health?
“It’s bad,” Goga said.
What hurts?
Well, then go to class.
Because nothing hurts you.
How do you know?
How do you know that? - the doctor laughed. And he slightly pushed Goga towards the exit. Goga never pretended to be sick again, but continued to prevaricate.
And the efforts of my classmates came to nothing. First, Masha, an excellent student, was assigned to him.
Let’s study seriously,” Masha told him.
When? - asked Goga.
Yeah right now.
“I’ll come now,” Goga said.
And he left and did not return.
Then Grisha, an excellent student, was assigned to him. They stayed in the classroom. But as soon as Grisha opened the primer, Goga reached under the desk.
Where are you going? - asked Grisha.
“Come here,” Goga called.
And here no one will interfere with us.
Yah you! - Grisha, of course, was offended and left immediately.
No one else was assigned to him.
As time went. He was dodging.
Gogin's parents arrived and found that their son could not read a single line. The father grabbed his head, and the mother grabbed the book she had brought for her child.
Now every evening,” she said, “I will read this wonderful book aloud to my son.
Grandma said:
Yes, yes, I also read interesting books aloud to Gogochka every evening.
But the father said:
It was really in vain that you did this. Our Gogochka has become so lazy that he cannot read a single line. I ask everyone to leave for the meeting.
And dad, along with grandmother and mom, left for a meeting. And Goga was at first worried about the meeting, and then calmed down when his mother began to read to him from a new book. And he even shook his legs with pleasure and almost spat on the carpet.
But he didn't know what kind of meeting it was! What was decided there!
So, mom read him a page and a half after the meeting. And he, swinging his legs, naively imagined that this would continue to happen. But when mom stopped really interesting place, he became worried again.
And when she handed him the book, he became even more excited.
He immediately suggested:
Let me wash the dishes for you, mommy.
And he ran to wash the dishes.
He ran to his father.
His father sternly told him never to make such requests to him again.
He thrust the book to his grandmother, but she yawned and dropped it from her hands. He picked up the book from the floor and gave it to his grandmother again. But she dropped it from her hands again. No, she had never fallen asleep so quickly in her chair before! “Is she really asleep,” thought Goga, “or was she instructed to pretend at the meeting? “Goga tugged at her, shook her, but grandma didn’t even think about waking up.
In despair, he sat down on the floor and began to look at the pictures. But from the pictures it was difficult to understand what was happening there next.
He brought the book to class. But his classmates refused to read to him. Not only that: Masha immediately left, and Grisha defiantly reached under the desk.
Goga pestered the high school student, but he flicked him on the nose and laughed.
That's what a home meeting is all about!
This is what the public means!
He soon read the entire book and many other books, but out of habit he never forgot to go buy bread, wash the floor or wash the dishes.
That's what's interesting!
Who cares what's surprising?
Tanka is not surprised by anything. She always says: “That’s not surprising!” - even if it happens surprisingly. Yesterday, in front of everyone, I jumped over such a puddle... No one could jump over, but I jumped over! Everyone was surprised except Tanya.
“Just think! So what? It’s not surprising!”
I kept trying to surprise her. But he couldn't surprise me. No matter how hard I tried.
I hit a little sparrow with a slingshot.
I learned to walk on my hands and whistle with one finger in my mouth.
She saw it all. But I wasn't surprised.
I tried my best. What didn’t I do! Climbed trees, walked without a hat in winter...
She still wasn't surprised.
And one day I just went out into the yard with a book. I sat down on the bench. And he began to read.
I didn't even see Tanka. And she says:
Marvelous! I wouldn't have thought that! He reads!
Prize
We made original costumes - no one else will have them! I will be a horse, and Vovka will be a knight. The only bad thing is that he has to ride me, and not me on him. And all because I'm a little younger. True, we agreed with him: he will not ride me all the time. He’ll ride me a little, and then he’ll get off and lead me like horses are led by the bridle. And so we went to the carnival. We came to the club in ordinary suits, and then changed clothes and went into the hall. That is, we moved in. I crawled on all fours. And Vovka was sitting on my back. True, Vovka helped me - he walked on the floor with his feet. But it was still not easy for me.
And I haven't seen anything yet. I was wearing a horse mask. I couldn’t see anything at all, although the mask had holes for the eyes. But they were somewhere on the forehead. I was crawling in the dark.
I bumped into someone's feet. I ran into a column twice. Sometimes I shook my head, then the mask slipped off and I saw the light. But for a moment. And then it's dark again. I couldn't shake my head all the time!
At least for a moment I saw the light. But Vovka saw nothing at all. And he kept asking me what was ahead. And he asked me to crawl more carefully. I crawled carefully anyway. I didn’t see anything myself. How could I know what was ahead! Someone stepped on my hand. I stopped immediately. And he refused to crawl any further. I told Vovka:
Enough. Get off.
Vovka probably enjoyed the ride and didn’t want to get off. He said it was too early. But still he got down, took me by the bridle, and I crawled on. Now it was easier for me to crawl, although I still couldn’t see anything.
I suggested taking off the masks and looking at the carnival, and then putting the masks back on. But Vovka said:
Then they will recognize us.
It must be fun here,” I said. “But we don’t see anything...
But Vovka walked in silence. He was determined to endure until the end. Get first prize.
My knees started to hurt. I said:
I'll sit on the floor now.
Can horses sit? - said Vovka. “You’re crazy!” You're a horse!
“I’m not a horse,” I said. “You’re a horse yourself.”
“No, you’re a horse,” Vovka answered. “Otherwise we won’t get a bonus.”
Well, so be it,” I said. “I’m tired of it.”
“Be patient,” said Vovka.
I crawled to the wall, leaned against it and sat on the floor.
You are sitting? - asked Vovka.
“I’m sitting,” I said.
“Okay,” Vovka agreed. “You can still sit on the floor.” Just don't sit on the chair. Do you understand? A horse - and suddenly on a chair!..
Music was blaring all around and people were laughing.
I asked:
Will it end soon?
Be patient,” said Vovka, “probably soon...
Vovka couldn’t stand it either. I sat down on the sofa. I sat down next to him. Then Vovka fell asleep on the sofa. And I fell asleep too.
Then they woke us up and gave us a bonus.
In the closet
Before class, I climbed into the closet. I wanted to meow from the closet. They'll think it's a cat, but it's me.
I was sitting in the closet, waiting for the lesson to start, and didn’t notice how I fell asleep.
I wake up - the class is quiet. I look through the crack - there is no one. I pushed the door, but it was closed. So, I slept through the entire lesson. Everyone went home, and they locked me in the closet.
It's stuffy in the closet and dark as night. I got scared, I started screaming:
Uh-uh! I'm in the closet! Help!
I listened - silence all around.
ABOUT! Comrades! I'm sitting in the closet!
I hear someone's steps. Someone is coming.
Who's bawling here?
I immediately recognized Aunt Nyusha, the cleaning lady.
I was delighted and shouted:
Aunt Nyusha, I'm here!
Where are you, dear?
I'm in the closet! In the closet!
How did you, my dear, get there?
I'm in the closet, grandma!
So I hear that you are in the closet. So what do you want?
I was locked in a closet. Oh, grandma!
Aunt Nyusha left. Silence again. She probably went to get the key.
Pal Palych knocked on the cabinet with his finger.
There’s no one there,” said Pal Palych.
Why not? “Yes,” said Aunt Nyusha.
Well, where is he? - said Pal Palych and knocked on the closet again.
I was afraid that everyone would leave and I would remain in the closet, and I shouted with all my might:
I'm here!
Who are you? - asked Pal Palych.
I... Tsypkin...
Why did you go there, Tsypkin?
I was locked... I didn't get in...
Hm... He's locked up! But he didn’t get in! Have you seen it? What wizards there are in our school! They don't get into the closet when they are locked in the closet. Miracles don’t happen, do you hear, Tsypkin?
How long have you been sitting there? - asked Pal Palych.
Don't know...
Find the key,” said Pal Palych. - Fast.
Aunt Nyusha went to get the key, but Pal Palych stayed behind. He sat down on a chair nearby and began to wait. I saw his face through the crack. He was very angry. He lit a cigarette and said:
Well! This is what prank leads to. Tell me honestly: why are you in the closet?
I really wanted to disappear from the closet. They open the closet, and I’m not there. It was as if I had never been there. They will ask me: “Were you in the closet?” I will say: “I wasn’t.” They will say to me: “Who was there?” I will say: “I don’t know.”
But this only happens in fairy tales! Surely tomorrow they will call mom... Your son, they will say, climbed into the closet, slept there during all classes, and all that... as if it’s comfortable for me to sleep here! My legs ache, my back hurts. One torment! What was my answer?
I was silent.
Are you alive there? - asked Pal Palych.
Well, sit tight, they'll open soon...
I am sitting...
So... - said Pal Palych. - So will you answer me why you climbed into this closet?
Who? Tsypkin? In the closet? Why?
I wanted to disappear again.
The director asked:
Tsypkin, is that you?
I sighed heavily. I simply couldn't answer anymore.
Aunt Nyusha said:
The class leader took the key away.
“Break down the door,” said the director.
I felt the door being broken down, the closet shook, and I hit my forehead painfully. I was afraid that the cabinet would fall, and I cried. I pressed my hands against the walls of the closet, and when the door gave way and opened, I continued to stand in the same way.
Well, come out,” said the director. - And explain to us what that means.
I didn't move. I was scared.
Why is he standing? - asked the director.
I was pulled out of the closet.
I was silent the whole time.
I didn't know what to say.
I just wanted to meow. But how would I put it...
Carousel in my head
By the end school year I asked my father to buy me a two-wheeler, a battery-powered submachine gun, a battery-powered airplane, a flying helicopter and a table hockey game.
I really want to have these things! - I told my father. “They are constantly spinning in my head like a carousel, and this makes my head so dizzy that it is difficult to stay on my feet.”
“Hold on,” said the father, “don’t fall and write all these things on a piece of paper for me so that I don’t forget.”
But why write, they are already firmly in my head.
Write,” said the father, “it doesn’t cost you anything.”
“In general, it’s worth nothing,” I said, “just extra trouble.” And I wrote in capital letters for the whole sheet:
VILISAPET
PISTAL GUN
VIRTALET
Then I thought about it and decided to write “ice cream”, went to the window, looked at the sign opposite and added:
ICE CREAM
The father read it and said:
I'll buy you some ice cream for now, and we'll wait for the rest.
I thought he had no time now, and I asked:
Until what time?
Until better times.
Until what?
Until the next end of the school year.
Yes, because the letters in your head are spinning like a carousel, this makes you dizzy, and the words are not on their feet.
It's as if words have legs!
And they’ve bought me ice cream a hundred times already.
Betball
Today you shouldn’t go outside - today is the game... - Dad said mysteriously, looking out the window.
Which? - I asked from behind my dad’s back.
“Wetball,” he answered even more mysteriously and sat me down on the windowsill.
A-ah-ah... - I drawled.
Apparently, dad guessed that I didn’t understand anything and began to explain.
Wetball is like football, only it is played by trees, and instead of a ball, they are kicked by the wind. We say hurricane or storm, and they say wetball. Look how the birch trees rustled - it’s the poplars that are giving in to them... Wow! How they swayed - it’s clear that they missed a goal, they couldn’t hold back the wind with branches... Well, another pass! Dangerous moment...
Dad spoke just like a real commentator, and I, spellbound, looked at the street and thought that wetball would probably give 100 points ahead to any football, basketball and even handball! Although I didn’t fully understand the meaning of the latter either...
Breakfast
Actually, I love breakfast. Especially if mom cooks sausage instead of porridge or makes sandwiches with cheese. But sometimes you want something unusual. For example, today's or yesterday's. I once asked my mother for an afternoon snack, but she looked at me in surprise and offered me an afternoon snack.
No, I say, I would like today’s one. Well, or yesterday, at worst...
Yesterday there was soup for lunch... - Mom was confused. - Should I warm it up?
In general, I didn’t understand anything.
And I myself don’t really understand what these today’s and yesterday’s ones look like and what they taste like. Maybe yesterday's soup really tastes like yesterday's soup. But what then does the taste of today’s wine taste like? Probably something today. Breakfast, for example. On the other hand, why are breakfasts called that? Well, that is, according to the rules, then breakfast should be called segodnik, because they prepared it for me today and I will eat it today. Now, if I leave it for tomorrow, then it’s a completely different matter. Although no. After all, tomorrow he will already be yesterday.
So do you want porridge or soup? - she asked carefully.
How the boy Yasha ate poorly
Yasha was good to everyone, but he ate poorly. All the time with concerts. Either mom sings to him, then dad shows him tricks. And he gets along well:
- Don't want.
Mom says:
- Yasha, eat your porridge.
- Don't want.
Dad says:
- Yasha, drink juice!
- Don't want.
Mom and Dad are tired of trying to persuade him every time. And then my mother read in one scientific pedagogical book that children do not need to be persuaded to eat. You need to put a plate of porridge in front of them and wait until they get hungry and eat everything.
They set and placed plates in front of Yasha, but he didn’t eat or eat anything. He doesn’t eat cutlets, soup, or porridge. He became thin and dead, like a straw.
-Yasha, eat porridge!
- Don't want.
- Yasha, eat your soup!
- Don't want.
Previously, his pants were difficult to fasten, but now he was hanging out completely freely in them. It was possible to put another Yasha in these pants.
And then one day a strong wind blew. And Yasha was playing in the area. He was very light, and the wind blew him around the area. I rolled to the wire mesh fence. And there Yasha got stuck.
So he sat, pressed against the fence by the wind, for an hour.
Mom calls:
- Yasha, where are you? Go home and suffer with the soup.
But he doesn't come. You can't even hear him. He not only became dead, but his voice also became dead. You can't hear anything about him squeaking there.
And he squeaks:
- Mom, take me away from the fence!
Mom began to worry - where did Yasha go? Where to look for it? Yasha is neither seen nor heard.
Dad said this:
“I think our Yasha was blown away somewhere by the wind.” Come on, mom, we'll take the pot of soup out onto the porch. The wind will blow and bring the smell of soup to Yasha. He will come crawling to this delicious smell.
And so they did. They took the pot of soup out onto the porch. The wind carried the smell to Yasha.
How Yasha smelled it delicious soup, immediately crawled towards the smell. Because I was cold and lost a lot of strength.
He crawled, crawled, crawled for half an hour. But I achieved my goal. He came to his mother’s kitchen and immediately ate a whole pot of soup! How can he eat three cutlets at once? How can he drink three glasses of compote?
Mom was amazed. She didn't even know whether to be happy or sad. She says:
“Yasha, if you eat like this every day, I won’t have enough food.”
Yasha reassured her:
- No, mom, I won’t eat that much every day. This is me correcting past mistakes. I will, like all children, eat well. I'll be a completely different boy.
He wanted to say “I will,” but he came up with “bubu.” Do you know why? Because his mouth was stuffed with an apple. He couldn't stop.
Since then, Yasha has been eating well.
Secrets
Do you know how to make secrets?
If you don't know how, I'll teach you.
Take a clean piece of glass and dig a hole in the ground. Place a candy wrapper in the hole, and on the candy wrapper - everything that is beautiful.
You can put a stone, a fragment of a plate, a bead, a bird feather, a ball (can be glass, can be metal).
You can use an acorn or an acorn cap.
You can use a multi-colored shred.
You can have a flower, a leaf, or even just grass.
Maybe real candy.
You can have elderberry, dry beetle.
You can even use an eraser if it’s pretty.
Yes, you can also add a button if it’s shiny.
Here you go. Did you put it in?
Now cover it all with glass and cover it with earth. And then slowly clear away the soil with your finger and look into the hole... You know how beautiful it will be! I made a secret, remembered the place and left.
The next day my “secret” was gone. Someone dug it up. Some kind of hooligan.
I made a “secret” in another place. And they dug it up again!
Then I decided to track down who was involved in this matter... And of course, this person turned out to be Pavlik Ivanov, who else?!
Then I made a “secret” again and put a note in it:
“Pavlik Ivanov, you are a fool and a hooligan.”
An hour later the note was gone. Pavlik did not look me in the eyes.
Well, did you read it? - I asked Pavlik.
“I haven’t read anything,” Pavlik said. - You yourself are a fool.
Composition
One day we were told to write an essay in class on the topic “I help my mother.”
I took a pen and began to write:
"I always help my mom. I sweep the floor and wash the dishes. Sometimes I wash handkerchiefs.”
I didn't know what to write anymore. I looked at Lyuska. She scribbled in her notebook.
Then I remembered that I washed my stockings once, and wrote:
“I also wash stockings and socks.”
I didn’t really know what to write anymore. But you can’t submit such a short essay!
Then I wrote:
“I also wash T-shirts, shirts and underpants.”
I looked around. Everyone wrote and wrote. I wonder what they write about? You might think that they help their mother from morning to night!
And the lesson did not end. And I had to continue.
“I also wash dresses, mine and my mother’s, napkins and bedspreads.”
And the lesson did not end and did not end. And I wrote:
“I also love washing curtains and tablecloths.”
And then the bell finally rang!
They gave me a high five. The teacher read my essay out loud. She said that she liked my essay the most. And that she will read it at the parent meeting.
I really asked my mother not to go to Parent meeting. I said that my throat hurts. But mom told dad to give me hot milk with honey and went to school.
The next morning at breakfast the following conversation took place.
Mom: Do you know, Syoma, it turns out that our daughter writes essays wonderfully!
Dad: It doesn't surprise me. She was always good at composing.
Mom: No, really! I’m not kidding, Vera Evstigneevna praises her. She was very pleased that our daughter loves to wash curtains and tablecloths.
Dad: What?!
Mom: Really, Syoma, this is wonderful? - Addressing me: - Why have you never admitted this to me before?
“I was shy,” I said. - I thought you wouldn’t let me.
Well, what are you talking about! - Mom said. - Don't be shy, please! Wash our curtains today. It's good that I don't have to drag them to the laundry!
I rolled my eyes. The curtains were huge. Ten times I could wrap myself in them! But it was too late to retreat.
I washed the curtains piece by piece. While I was soaping one piece, the other was completely blurry. I'm just exhausted with these pieces! Then I rinsed the bathroom curtains bit by bit. When I finished squeezing one piece, water from neighboring pieces was poured into it again.
Then I climbed onto a stool and began hanging the curtains on the rope.
Well, that was the worst! While I was pulling one piece of curtain onto the rope, another fell to the floor. And in the end, the whole curtain fell to the floor, and I fell onto it from the stool.
I became completely wet - just squeeze it out.
The curtain had to be dragged into the bathroom again. But the kitchen floor sparkled like new.
Water poured out of the curtains all day.
I put all the pots and pans we had under the curtains. Then she put the kettle, three bottles and all the cups and saucers on the floor. But water still flooded the kitchen.
Oddly enough, my mother was pleased.
You did a great job washing the curtains! - Mom said, walking around the kitchen in galoshes. - I didn’t know you were so capable! Tomorrow you will wash the tablecloth...
What is my head thinking?
If you think that I study well, you are mistaken. I study no matter. For some reason, everyone thinks that I am capable, but lazy. I don't know if I'm capable or not. But only I know for sure that I am not lazy. I spend three hours working on problems.
For example, now I’m sitting and trying with all my might to solve a problem. But she doesn’t dare. I tell my mom:
Mom, I can’t do the problem.
Don’t be lazy, says mom. - Think carefully, and everything will work out. Just think carefully!
She leaves on business. And I take my head with both hands and tell her:
Think, head. Think carefully... “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B...” Head, why don’t you think? Well, head, well, think, please! Well what is it worth to you!
A cloud floats outside the window. It is as light as feathers. There it stopped. No, it floats on.
Head, what are you thinking about?! Aren `t you ashamed!!! “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B...” Lyuska probably left too. She's already walking. If she had approached me first, I would, of course, forgive her. But will she really fit, such a mischief?!
“...From point A to point B...” No, she won’t do. On the contrary, when I go out into the yard, she will take Lena’s arm and whisper to her. Then she will say: “Len, come to me, I have something.” They will leave, and then sit on the windowsill and laugh and nibble on seeds.
“...Two pedestrians left point A to point B...” And what will I do?.. And then I’ll call Kolya, Petka and Pavlik to play lapta. What will she do? Yeah, she'll play the Three Fat Men record. Yes, so loud that Kolya, Petka and Pavlik will hear and run to ask her to let them listen. They've listened to it a hundred times, but it's not enough for them! And then Lyuska will close the window, and they will all listen to the record there.
“...From point A to point... to point...” And then I’ll take it and fire something right at her window. Glass - ding! - and will fly apart. Let him know.
So. I'm already tired of thinking. Think, don’t think, the task will not work. Just an awfully difficult task! I'll take a walk a little and start thinking again.
I closed the book and looked out the window. Lyuska was walking alone in the yard. She jumped into hopscotch. I went out into the yard and sat down on a bench. Lyuska didn’t even look at me.
Earring! Vitka! - Lyuska immediately screamed. - Let's go play lapta!
The Karmanov brothers looked out the window.
“We have a throat,” both brothers said hoarsely. - They won't let us in.
Lena! - Lyuska screamed. - Linen! Come out!
Instead of Lena, her grandmother looked out and shook her finger at Lyuska.
Pavlik! - Lyuska screamed.
No one appeared at the window.
Whoops! - Lyuska pressed herself.
Girl, why are you yelling?! - Someone's head poked out of the window. - A sick person is not allowed to rest! There is no peace for you! - And his head stuck back into the window.
Lyuska looked at me furtively and blushed like a lobster. She tugged at her pigtail. Then she took the thread off her sleeve. Then she looked at the tree and said:
Lucy, let's play hopscotch.
Come on, I said.
We jumped into hopscotch and I went home to solve my problem.
As soon as I sat down at the table, my mother came:
Well, how's the problem?
Does not work.
But you’ve been sitting over it for two hours already! This is just terrible! They give the children some puzzles!.. Well, show me your problem! Maybe I can do it? After all, I graduated from college. So. “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B...” Wait, wait, this problem is somehow familiar to me! Listen, you and your dad decided it last time! I remember perfectly!
How? - I was surprised. - Really? Oh, really, this is the forty-fifth problem, and we were given the forty-sixth.
At this point my mother became terribly angry.
It's outrageous! - Mom said. - This is unheard of! This mess! Where is your head?! What is she thinking about?!
About my friend and a little about me
Our yard was large. There were a lot of different children walking in our yard - both boys and girls. But most of all I loved Lyuska. She was my friend. She and I lived in neighboring apartments, and at school we sat at the same desk.
My friend Lyuska had straight yellow hair. And she had eyes!.. You probably won’t believe what kind of eyes she had. One eye is green, like grass. And the other one is completely yellow, with brown spots!
And my eyes were kind of gray. Well, just gray, that's all. Completely uninteresting eyes! And my hair was stupid - curly and short. And huge freckles on my nose. And in general, everything with Lyuska was better than with me. Only I was taller.
I was terribly proud of it. I really liked it when people called us “Big Lyuska” and “Little Lyuska” in the yard.
And suddenly Lyuska grew up. And it became unclear which of us is big and which is small.
And then she grew another half head.
Well, that was too much! I was offended by her, and we stopped walking together in the yard. At school I didn’t look in her direction, and she didn’t look in mine, and everyone was very surprised and said: “Between the Lyuskas.” black cat ran through,” and pestered us about why we had quarreled.
After school, I no longer went out into the yard. There was nothing for me to do there.
I wandered around the house and found no place for myself. To make things less boring, I secretly watched from behind the curtain as Lyuska played rounders with Pavlik, Petka and the Karmanov brothers.
At lunch and dinner I now asked for more. I choked and ate everything... Every day I pressed the back of my head against the wall and marked my height on it with a red pencil. But strange thing! It turned out that not only was I not growing, but, on the contrary, I had even decreased by almost two millimeters!
And then summer came, and I went to a pioneer camp.
In the camp, I kept remembering Lyuska and missing her.
And I wrote her a letter.
“Hello, Lucy!
How are you? I'm doing well. We have a lot of fun at camp. The Vorya river flows next to us. The water there is blue-blue! And there are shells on the shore. I found a very beautiful shell for you. It is round and with stripes. You'll probably find it useful. Lucy, if you want, let's be friends again. Let them now call you big and me small. I still agree. Please write me the answer.
Pioneer greetings!
Lyusya Sinitsyna"
I waited a whole week for an answer. I kept thinking: what if she doesn’t write to me! What if she never wants to be friends with me again!.. And when a letter finally arrived from Lyuska, I was so happy that my hands even shook a little.
The letter said this:
“Hello, Lucy!
Thank you, I'm doing well. Yesterday my mother bought me wonderful slippers with white piping. I also have a new big ball, you'll really get pumped! Come quickly, otherwise Pavlik and Petka are such fools, it’s no fun to be with them! Be careful not to lose the shell.
With pioneer salute!
Lyusya Kositsyna"
That day I carried Lyuska’s blue envelope with me until the evening. I told everyone what a wonderful friend I have in Moscow, Lyuska.
And when I returned from the camp, Lyuska and my parents met me at the station. She and I rushed to hug... And then it turned out that I had outgrown Lyuska by a whole head.
Nikolai Nosov, a writer of brilliant humorous talent, believed that children begin to understand jokes very early, before the age of two, and that it is the violation of the order of things that they have just learned that makes them laugh. In general, Nosov’s books, as a rule, have two addresses - the child and the teacher. Nosov helps the teacher understand the motives and motivations of the child’s actions, and therefore find more subtle ways of influencing him. He brings up a child with laughter, and this, as you know, the best teacher than any edification.
In Nosov's humorous stories for junior schoolchildren and children before school age the funny thing is not in the circumstances, but in the characters, the comedy of which stems from the peculiarities of boyish nature. Nosov's funny books talk about serious things, and children, perceiving the life experiences of the heroes, learn how difficult, but how good it is to be responsible for the assigned task.
Stories for children of preschool and primary school age, action-packed, dynamic, full of unexpected comic situations. The stories are full of lyricism and humor; The narration is usually told in the first person.
Humorous situations help Nosov show the logic of the hero’s thinking and behavior. “The real reason for the funny lies not in external circumstances, but is rooted in the people themselves, in human characters,” wrote Nosov.
The writer's insight into the psychology of a child is artistically authentic. His works reflect the characteristics of children's perception. Laconic expressive dialogue, a comic situation help the author to outline the characters of the guys
Nosov in his stories knows how to talk to children, knows how to understand the most intimate thoughts. Reading Nosov's stories, you see real guys in front of you - exactly the same ones we meet in Everyday life, with their strengths and weaknesses, profundity and naivety. The writer boldly resorts to fantasy and mischievous invention in his work. Each of his stories or tales is based on an incident that happened or could happen in life; the characters of the guys we often meet in the surrounding reality are described.
The strength of his stories and tales lies in the truthful, ingenuous display of a unique and cheerful children's character.
All of Nikolai Nosov’s work is permeated with genuine, smart love to the kids. Whichever of Nosov’s stories we start reading, we immediately experience joy from the first page. And the more we read, the more fun it becomes.
In funny stories there is always something hidden that makes you think seriously. Think about how it is necessary to early years prepare yourself for independent life: learn to cook porridge, fry minnows in a frying pan, plant seedlings in the garden and repair a telephone, light sparklers and follow traffic rules. Everyone needs to know and be able to do this. These stories help to get rid of bad character traits - absent-mindedness, cowardice, excessive curiosity, rudeness and arrogance, laziness and indifference.
The writer teaches little children to think not only about themselves, but also about their comrades. Together with the heroes, we experience spiritual relief and great satisfaction. The writer is generally opposed to flaunting the moralizing idea of his work, and strives to write in such a way that little reader I came to the conclusion myself. Having a deep understanding of children, the writer never presents the fact in pure form, without speculation, without creative imagination. N.N. Nosov is an amazing children's writer. It is surprising and remarkable in that not only children receive a charge of extraordinary cheerfulness, vigor, and a surge of strength, but also adults immediately plunge into the atmosphere of childhood, remembering their “difficult” childhood problems.
The literary word always more emotionally expresses the everyday problems faced by teachers, parents and children. It is much more effective than boring moralizing, instructions, explanations. And a lively discussion of Nosov’s stories is not only a fascinating journey together with the heroes of his books through the country of childhood, it is also the accumulation of life experience, moral concepts, what is “good”, what is “bad”, how to do the right thing, how to learn to be strong, brave.
By reading Nosov's stories to children, you can have fun, laugh heartily, and do something for yourself important conclusions Don’t forget that next to you are the same girls and boys, for whom not everything always goes smoothly and well, that you can learn everything, you just have to keep your head down and be able to be friends.
This is the moral and aesthetic side. Social position children's writer, his worldview is reflected in his work. Internal organization a work addressed to children reflects the worldview of the author himself, his social, moral and aesthetic orientation in the world.
The story “The Living Hat” will always remain relevant. This funny story was a favorite of many in childhood. Why is it so well remembered by children? Yes, because “childhood fears” haunt a child throughout his entire childhood: “What if this coat is alive and will grab me now?”, “What if the closet will now open and someone scary will come out of it?”
These or other similar “horrors” often visit young children. And Nosov’s story “The Living Hat” is like a guide for kids on how to overcome their fear. After reading this story, the child remembers it every time he is haunted by “invented” fears, and then he smiles, the fear goes away, he is brave and cheerful.
The power of life affirmation is common feature children's literature. The very life-affirmation of childhood is optimistic. Small child I am sure that the world into which he has come was created for happiness, that this is a correct and lasting world. This feeling is the basis of the child’s moral health and future ability to creative work.
A story about honesty - “Cucumbers” by N. Nosov. How many worries Kotka got for the collective farm cucumbers! Not understanding what he did wrong, he rejoices, carrying cucumbers from the collective farm field home to his mother, not expecting her angry reaction: “Bring them back now!” And he is afraid of the watchman - they just managed to run away and be glad that he didn’t catch up - and then he has to go and voluntarily “surrender”. And it’s already late - it’s dark and scary outside. But when Kotka returned the cucumbers to the watchman, his soul was happy, and the road home was now pleasant for him, not scary. Or has he become bolder, more confident?
There are no “bad” people in Nosov’s stories. He constructs his works in such a way that children do not notice that they are taught polite, respectful attitude towards adults, taught to live in harmony and peace.
On the pages of Nosov's works there is a lively dialogue that conveys to everything that happens the hero - the boy, in his own way, often very directly illuminating certain artistically authentic events. This penetration into the psychology of the hero, who evaluates everything from his own, boyish point of view, creates not only a comical situation in Nosov’s stories, but also humorously colors the logic of the hero’s behavior, which sometimes contradicts the logic of adults or the logic of common sense.
If you remember the heroes of the story “Mishkina Porridge”, “Don’t worry! I saw my mother cooking. You will be full, you will not die of hunger. I’ll cook such porridge that you’ll lick your fingers!” You’re simply amazed at their independence and skill! We lit the stove. The bear poured cereal into the pan. I speak:
The rash is bigger. I really want to eat!
He filled the pan full and filled it to the top with water.
Isn't there a lot of water? - I ask. - It will be a mess.
It's okay, mom always does this. Just watch the stove, and I’ll cook, be calm.
Well, I look after the stove, add firewood, and Mishka cooks the porridge, that is, he doesn’t cook, but sits and looks at the pan, it cooks itself.
Well, they couldn’t cook the porridge, but they lit the stove and put up some firewood. They get water from the well - they drowned the bucket, true, but they still got it out with a mug or a saucepan. “Nonsense! I will bring it now. He took the matches, tied a rope to the bucket and went to the well. He returns a minute later.
Where is the water? - I ask.
Water... there, in the well.
I myself know what’s in the well. Where's the bucket of water?
And the bucket, he says, is in the well.
How - in a well?
Yes, in the well.
Missed it?
Missed it."
The minnows were cleaned and, look, they would have been fried if the oil had not burned. “We are weirdos! - says Mishka. - We have minnows!
I speak:
There is no time to bother with minnows now! It will begin to get light soon.
So we won’t cook them, but fry them. It's quick - once and done.
Well, go ahead, I say, if it’s quick. And if it turns out like porridge, then it’s better not to.
In a moment, you’ll see.”
And most importantly, they found the right solution - they asked a neighbor to cook the porridge, and for this they weeded her garden. “Mishka said:
Weeds are nonsense! Not at all difficult. Much easier than cooking porridge!” Likewise, vigorous energy and imagination, combined with an overestimation of their capabilities and a lack of life experience, often put children in a funny position, which is further aggravated by the fact that failure does not discourage them, but, on the contrary, is usually a source of new fantasies and unexpected actions.
Nikolai Nikolaevich hid so skillfully behind the little heroes that it seemed as if they themselves, without any participation from the author, were talking about their lives, about sorrows, joys, problems and dreams. At the center of N. Nosov’s works are visionary guys, fidgets, irrepressible inventors who often get punished for their ideas. The most common life situations turn into unusually funny instructive stories in Nosov's stories.
Nosov's stories always include an educational element. There is it in the story about cucumbers stolen from the collective farm garden, and about how Fedya Rybkin “forgot how to laugh in class” (“The Blob”), and about the bad habit of learning lessons by turning on the radio (“Fedya’s task”). But even the most “moralistic stories” of the writer are interesting and close to children, because they help them understand the relationships between people.
The heroes of Nosov’s work actively strive to understand their surroundings: either they searched the entire yard, crawled through all the sheds and attics (“Shurik at Grandfather’s”), or they worked all day long - “building a snow hill” (“On the Hill”).
Nosov's boys carry all the traits of a person: his integrity, excitement, spirituality, eternal desire, the habit of inventing, which in fact corresponds to the images of real guys.
N. Nosov's creativity is diverse and versatile. Laughter is the main engine of his creativity. Unlike the overwhelming majority of comedians, Nosov has also established himself as a theorist of the funny.
For N. Nosov, discovering and explaining the world to children is one of the most important artistic tasks.
We can talk for a long time about Nosov the humorist, Nosov the satirist: almost every line he wrote has to do with laughter.
Nosov's books are readily translated almost all over the world. Back in 1955, the UNESCO Courier magazine published data according to which Nosov was third among the most translated Russian writers in the world - right after Gorky and Pushkin! In this sense, he is ahead of all children's writers.
Continuation of traditions humorous stories Nosov can be seen in the works of such writers as V. Dragunsky, V. Medvedev and other modern writers.
