Pavlik jumped for joy and kissed her on both cheeks.
"Wizard! Wizard!" he repeated to himself, remembering the old man.
At dinner, Pavlik sat hushed and listened to his brother's every word. When the brother said that he was going to go boating, Pavlik put his hand on his shoulder and quietly asked:
- Take me, please.
Everyone around the table went silent. The brother raised his eyebrows and chuckled.
“Take it,” said the sister suddenly. - What are you worth!
- Well, why not take it? Grandma smiled. - Of course, take it.
“Please,” Pavlik repeated.
The brother laughed out loud, patted the boy on the shoulder, tousled his hair:
- Oh, you traveler! Okay, get going!
“Helped! Helped again!
Pavlik jumped out from behind the table and ran out into the street. But the old man was no longer in the square. The bench was empty, and only incomprehensible signs drawn by an umbrella remained on the sand.
Two women were drawing water from a well. A third one approached them. And the old old man sat down on a pebble to rest.
This is what one woman says to another:
- My son is smart and strong, no one can cope with him.
And the third is silent.
What can you say about your son? her neighbors ask.
- What can I say? the woman says. - There is nothing special about him.
So the women took full buckets and went. And the old man is behind them. Women go and stop. My hands hurt, water splashes, my back hurts.
Suddenly, three boys run out towards me.
One tumbles over his head, walks with a wheel - women admire him.
He sings another song, fills himself with a nightingale - his women listened.
And the third ran up to the mother, took heavy buckets from her and dragged them.
The women ask the old man:
- Well? What are our sons?
– Where are they? the old man answers. “I only see one son!”
Mom gave Kolya colored pencils. One day his friend Vitya came to Kolya.
- Let's draw!
Kolya put a box of pencils on the table. There were only three pencils: red, green and blue.
– Where are the others? Vitya asked.
Kolya shrugged.
- Yes, I gave them away: my sister's friend took the brown one - she needed to paint the roof of the house; I gave pink and blue to one girl from our yard - she lost hers ... And Petya took black and yellow from me - he just didn’t have enough of them ...
“But you yourself were left without pencils!” the comrade was surprised. - Don't you need them?
- No, they are very necessary, but all such cases that it is impossible not to give!
Vitya took pencils from the box, turned them over in his hands and said:
“Anyway, you give it to someone, so it’s better to give it to me.” I don't have a single colored pencil!
Kolya looked at the empty box.
- Well, take it ... since such a case ... - he muttered.
Just an old lady
A boy and a girl were walking down the street. And ahead of them was an old woman. It was very slippery. The old woman slipped and fell.
- Hold my books! the boy shouted, handing the girl his briefcase, and rushed to the aid of the old woman.
When he returned, the girl asked him:
- Is that your grandmother?
“No,” the boy replied.
- Mother? - the girlfriend was surprised.
- Well, aunt? Or an acquaintance?
- No, no, no! the boy replied. - It's just an old woman.
Girl with a doll
Yura got on the bus and sat down in the child's seat. After Yura, a military man entered. Yura jumped up:
- Sit down please!
- Sit, sit! I'll sit here.
The military man sat behind Yura. An old woman came up the steps. Yura wanted to offer her a place, but another boy beat him to it.
“It turned out ugly,” Yura thought, and began to look vigilantly at the door.
A girl entered from the front platform. She was clutching a tightly folded flannelette blanket, from which a lace cap protruded.
Yura jumped up:
- Sit down please!
The girl nodded her head, sat up and, opening the blanket, pulled out a large doll.
The passengers laughed merrily, and Yura blushed.
“I thought she was a woman with a child,” he muttered.
The military patted him on the shoulder approvingly.
- Nothing, nothing! The girl needs to give up her seat too! Yes, even a girl with a doll!
Vanya brought a collection of stamps to class.
- Nice collection! - approved Petya and immediately said: - You know what, you have a lot of identical stamps here, give them to me. I will ask my father for money, I will buy other brands and return it to you.
- Take it, of course! Vanya agreed.
But the father did not give Petya money, but he bought him a collection. Petya felt sorry for his stamps.
“I’ll give it to you later,” he said to Vanya.
- Don't! I don't need these stamps! Let's play with feathers!
They began to play. Petya was unlucky - he lost ten feathers. Frowning.
- I'm in your debt!
- What a duty, - says Vanya, - I played a joke with you.
Petya looked at his comrade from under his brows: Vanya's nose is thick, freckles scattered over his face, his eyes are somehow round ...
“And why am I friends with him? thought Petya. “I’m just taking on debt.” And he began to run away from his comrade, to be friends with other boys, and he himself had some kind of resentment towards Vanya.
He lies down to sleep and dreams:
“I will save up more stamps and give him the whole collection, and I will give the feathers, instead of ten feathers - fifteen ...”
But Vanya doesn’t even think about Petya’s debts, he wonders: what happened to his friend?
Somehow he approaches him and asks:
Why are you looking at me, Petya?
Petya couldn't resist. He blushed all over, said rude things to his comrade:
Do you think you are the only honest one? Others are dishonest! Do you think I need your stamps? Or did I not see the feathers?
Vanya backed away from his comrade, he felt offended, he wanted to say something and could not.
Petya asked his mother for money, bought feathers, grabbed his collection and ran to Vanya.
- Get all your debts in full! - He is joyful, his eyes are shining. “Nothing is missing from me!
- No, it's gone! Vanya says. - And what is lost, you will never return!
Two boys were standing outside under the clock and talking.
- I did not solve the example, because it was with brackets, - Yura justified himself.
- And I because there were very big numbers Oleg said.
– We can solve it together, we still have time!
The clock on the street showed half past one.
“We have half an hour,” Yura said. – During this time, the pilot can carry passengers from one city to another.
- And my uncle, the captain, during the shipwreck managed to load the entire crew into the boats in twenty minutes.
- What - for twenty! .. - Yura said businesslike. “Sometimes five or ten minutes mean a lot. You just need to take into account every minute.
- And here's the case! During one match...
The boys remembered many interesting cases.
“But I know…” Oleg suddenly stopped and looked at his watch. - Exactly two!
Yura gasped.
- Let's run! Yura said. We were late for school!
- What about an example? – scared asked Oleg.
Yura just waved his hand as he ran.
Just
Kostya made a birdhouse and called Vova:
“Look what a bird house I made.
Vova squatted down.
- Oh, what! Quite real! With a porch! You know what, Kostya,” he said timidly, “make one for me too!” And I'll make a glider for you.
“All right,” Kostya agreed. - Just let's not for this and not for that, but just like that: you will make me a glider, and I will make you a birdhouse.
visited
Valya did not come to class. Her friends sent Musya to her.
Valentina Oseeva
Magic word(compilation)
Magic word
blue leaves
Katya had two green pencils. Lena didn't have one. So Lena asks Katya:
Give me a green pencil.
And Katya says:
- I'll ask my mom.
Both girls come to school the next day. Lena asks:
Did your mom let you?
And Katya sighed and said:
- Mom allowed me, but I didn’t ask my brother.
“Well, ask your brother again,” Lena says.
Katya comes the next day.
Well, did your brother let you? Lena asks.
- My brother allowed me, but I'm afraid you will break the pencil.
“I’m being careful,” Lena says.
“Look,” Katya says, “don’t fix it, don’t press hard, don’t take it in your mouth.” Don't draw too much.
- I, - says Lena, - only need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass.
- That's a lot, - says Katya, and she frowns her eyebrows. And she made a disgusted face.
Lena looked at her and walked away. I didn't take a pencil. Katya was surprised, ran after her:
- Well, why don't you take it? Take it!
“No need,” Lena replies.
In class, the teacher asks:
- Why do you, Lenochka, have blue leaves on the trees?
- There is no green pencil.
“Why didn’t you take it from your girlfriend?”
Lena is silent. And Katya blushed like a cancer and said:
I gave it to her, but she won't take it.
The teacher looked at both:
You have to give so that you can take.
The day was sunny. Ice glittered.
There were few people at the rink. The little girl, with her arms outstretched in a comical way, rode from bench to bench. Two schoolchildren tied up their skates and looked at Vitya. Vitya performed various tricks - either he rode on one leg, or he circled around like a top.
- Well done! one of the boys called out to him.
Vitya darted around in a circle, famously turned around and ran into the girl. The girl fell. Vitya was scared.
“I accidentally…” he said, shaking off the snow from her fur coat. - Hurt?
The girl smiled.
- Knee...
There was laughter from behind.
"They're laughing at me!" thought Vitya and turned away from the girl in annoyance.
- Eka unseen - the knee! Here's a crybaby! he shouted as he passed the schoolchildren.
- Come to us! they called.
Vitya approached them. Hand in hand, all three glided merrily across the ice. And the girl was sitting on the bench, rubbing her bruised knee and crying.
Revenge
Katya went up to her desk and gasped: the drawer had been pulled out, the new paints were scattered, the brushes were dirty, puddles of brown water were spread on the table.
- Alyosha! Katya screamed. - Alyoshka! .. - And, covering her face with her hands, she began to cry loudly.
Alyosha stuck his round head through the door. His cheeks and nose were stained with paint.
"I didn't do anything to you!" he said quickly.
Katya rushed at him with her fists, but the little brother disappeared behind the door and jumped into the garden through the open window.
- I will take revenge on you! Katya cried with tears.
Alyosha, like a monkey, climbed up a tree and, hanging from the lower branch, showed his sister his nose.
- I cried! .. Because of some colors, I cried!
You will cry for me too! Katya screamed. - How can you cry!
- Am I going to pay? Alyosha laughed and began to quickly climb up. "Catch me first!"
Suddenly he stumbled and hung, grabbing a thin branch. The branch cracked and snapped. Alyosha fell.
Katya ran into the garden. She immediately forgot her ruined paints and her quarrel with her brother.
- Alyosha! she shouted. - Alyosha!
The little brother sat on the ground and, blocking his head with his hands, looked at her in fright.
- Get up! Get up!
But Alyosha drew his head into his shoulders and closed his eyes.
- Can not? Katya shouted, feeling Alyosha's knees. - Hold on to me. She put her arms around her brother's shoulders and carefully set him on his feet. - Does it hurt you?
Alyosha shook his head and suddenly burst into tears.
What, you can't stand? Katya asked.
Alyosha began to cry even louder and clung tightly to his sister.
“I will never touch your colors again... never... never... never again!”
The dog barked furiously, falling on its front paws. Directly in front of her, nestled against the fence, sat a small disheveled kitten. He opened his mouth wide and mewed plaintively. Two boys stood nearby and waited to see what would happen. A woman looked out the window and hurriedly ran out onto the porch. She drove the dog away and angrily called out to the boys:
- Shame on you!
- What is embarrassing? We didn't do anything! the boys were surprised.
“That's bad!” the woman answered angrily.
Magic word
A little old man with a long gray beard was sitting on a bench and drawing something in the sand with an umbrella.
“Move over,” Pavlik told him and sat down on the edge.
The old man moved aside and, looking at the red, angry face of the boy, said:
- Has something happened to you?
- Well, okay! What about you? Pavlik squinted at him.
- Nothing for me. But now you were screaming, crying, quarreling with someone ...
- Still would! the boy growled angrily. “I will be running away from home soon.
- Will you run away?
- I'll run away! Because of one Lenka I will run away. Peacock clenched his fists. - I almost gave her a good time! Doesn't give any color! And how many!
- Does not give? Well, that's why you shouldn't run away.
– Not only because of this. Grandmother drove me out of the kitchen for one carrot ... right with a rag, rag ...
Pavlik snorted in resentment.
- Rubbish! said the old man. - One will scold, the other will regret.
“No one takes pity on me! shouted Pavlik. - My brother is going to ride on a boat, but he won’t take me. I told him: “Take it better, anyway, I won’t leave you behind, I’ll drag the oars, I’ll climb into the boat myself!”
Pavlik thumped the bench with his fist. And suddenly he stopped.
“What, doesn’t your brother take you?”
“Why are you all asking?
The old man smoothed out his long beard.
- I want to help you. There is a magic word...
Peacock opened his mouth.
- I'll tell you this word. But remember: you need to speak it in a quiet voice, looking straight into the eyes of the person you are talking to. Remember - in a quiet voice, looking straight into your eyes ...
- What is the word?
- It's a magic word. But don't forget how to say it.
“I’ll try,” Pavlik chuckled, “I’ll try right away.” He jumped up and ran home.
Lena sat at the table and drew. Paints - green, blue, red - lay in front of her. Seeing Pavlik, she immediately raked them into a heap and covered them with her hand.
"Deceived old man! – with annoyance thought the boy. “Will such a person understand the magic word!”
Pavlik approached his sister sideways and pulled her by the sleeve. The sister looked back. Then, looking into her eyes, the boy said in a low voice:
– Lena, give me one paint... please...
Lena opened her eyes wide. Her fingers loosened, and, taking her hand off the table, she muttered in embarrassment:
- Which one do you want?
“A blue one for me,” Pavlik said timidly.
He took the paint, held it in his hands, walked around the room with it and gave it to his sister. He didn't need paint. He thought now only of the magic word.
"I'm going to my grandmother. She's just cooking. Drive or not?
Pavlik opened the door to the kitchen. The old woman was taking hot cakes off the baking sheet.
The grandson ran up to her, turned his red wrinkled face with both hands, looked into her eyes and whispered:
“Give me a piece of pie…please.”
Grandma straightened up. The magic word shone in every wrinkle, in the eyes, in the smile.
- Hot ... hot hot, my dear! - she said, choosing the best, ruddy pie.
Pavlik jumped for joy and kissed her on both cheeks.
"Wizard! Wizard!" he repeated to himself, remembering the old man.
At dinner, Pavlik sat hushed and listened to his brother's every word. When the brother said that he was going to go boating, Pavlik put his hand on his shoulder and quietly asked:
- Take me, please.
Everyone around the table went silent. The brother raised his eyebrows and chuckled.
“Take it,” said the sister suddenly. - What are you worth!
- Well, why not take it? Grandma smiled. - Of course, take it.
“Please,” Pavlik repeated.
The brother laughed out loud, patted the boy on the shoulder, tousled his hair:
- Oh, you traveler! Okay, get going!
“Helped! Helped again!
Pavlik jumped out from behind the table and ran out into the street. But the old man was no longer in the square. The bench was empty, and only incomprehensible signs drawn by an umbrella remained on the sand.
Two women were drawing water from a well. A third one approached them. And the old old man sat down on a pebble to rest.
This is what one woman says to another:
- My son is smart and strong, no one can cope with him.
And the third is silent.
What can you say about your son? her neighbors ask.
- What can I say? the woman says. - There is nothing special about him.
So the women took full buckets and went. And the old man is behind them. Women go and stop. My hands hurt, water splashes, my back hurts.
Suddenly, three boys run out towards me.
One tumbles over his head, walks with a wheel - women admire him.
He sings another song, fills himself with a nightingale - his women listened.
And the third ran up to the mother, took heavy buckets from her and dragged them.
The women ask the old man:
- Well? What are our sons?
– Where are they? the old man answers. “I only see one son!”
Mom gave Kolya colored pencils. One day his friend Vitya came to Kolya.
- Let's draw!
Kolya put a box of pencils on the table. There were only three pencils: red, green and blue.
– Where are the others? Vitya asked.
Kolya shrugged.
- Yes, I gave them away: my sister's friend took the brown one - she needed to paint the roof of the house; I gave pink and blue to one girl from our yard - she lost hers ... And Petya took black and yellow from me - he just didn’t have enough of them ...
“But you yourself were left without pencils!” the comrade was surprised. - Don't you need them?
- No, they are very necessary, but all such cases that it is impossible not to give!
Vitya took pencils from the box, turned them over in his hands and said:
“Anyway, you give it to someone, so it’s better to give it to me.” I don't have a single colored pencil!
Kolya looked at the empty box.
- Well, take it ... since such a case ... - he muttered.
Just an old lady
A boy and a girl were walking down the street. And ahead of them was an old woman. It was very slippery. The old woman slipped and fell.
- Hold my books! the boy shouted, handing the girl his briefcase, and rushed to the aid of the old woman.
When he returned, the girl asked him:
- Is that your grandmother?
“No,” the boy replied.
- Mother? - the girlfriend was surprised.
- Well, aunt? Or an acquaintance?
- No, no, no! the boy replied. - It's just an old woman.
Girl with a doll
Yura got on the bus and sat down in the child's seat. After Yura, a military man entered. Yura jumped up:
- Sit down please!
- Sit, sit! I'll sit here.
The military man sat behind Yura. An old woman came up the steps. Yura wanted to offer her a place, but another boy beat him to it.
“It turned out ugly,” Yura thought, and began to look vigilantly at the door.
A girl entered from the front platform. She was clutching a tightly folded flannelette blanket, from which a lace cap protruded.
Yura jumped up:
- Sit down please!
The girl nodded her head, sat up and, opening the blanket, pulled out a large doll.
The passengers laughed merrily, and Yura blushed.
“I thought she was a woman with a child,” he muttered.
The military patted him on the shoulder approvingly.
- Nothing, nothing! The girl needs to give up her seat too! Yes, even a girl with a doll!
Vanya brought a collection of stamps to class.
- Nice collection! - approved Petya and immediately said: - You know what, you have a lot of identical stamps here, give them to me. I will ask my father for money, I will buy other brands and return it to you.
- Take it, of course! Vanya agreed.
But the father did not give Petya money, but he bought him a collection. Petya felt sorry for his stamps.
“I’ll give it to you later,” he said to Vanya.
- Don't! I don't need these stamps! Let's play with feathers!
They began to play. Petya was unlucky - he lost ten feathers. Frowning.
- I'm in your debt!
- What a duty, - says Vanya, - I played a joke with you.
Petya looked at his comrade from under his brows: Vanya's nose is thick, freckles scattered over his face, his eyes are somehow round ...
“And why am I friends with him? thought Petya. “I’m just taking on debt.” And he began to run away from his comrade, to be friends with other boys, and he himself had some kind of resentment towards Vanya.
He lies down to sleep and dreams:
“I will save up more stamps and give him the whole collection, and I will give the feathers, instead of ten feathers - fifteen ...”
But Vanya doesn’t even think about Petya’s debts, he wonders: what happened to his friend?
Somehow he approaches him and asks:
Why are you looking at me, Petya?
Petya couldn't resist. He blushed all over, said rude things to his comrade:
Do you think you are the only honest one? Others are dishonest! Do you think I need your stamps? Or did I not see the feathers?
Vanya backed away from his comrade, he felt offended, he wanted to say something and could not.
Petya asked his mother for money, bought feathers, grabbed his collection and ran to Vanya.
- Get all your debts in full! - He is joyful, his eyes are shining. “Nothing is missing from me!
- No, it's gone! Vanya says. - And what is lost, you will never return!
Two boys were standing outside under the clock and talking.
- I did not solve the example, because it was with brackets, - Yura justified himself.
- And I because there were very large numbers, - said Oleg.
– We can solve it together, we still have time!
The clock on the street showed half past one.
“We have half an hour,” Yura said. – During this time, the pilot can carry passengers from one city to another.
- And my uncle, the captain, during the shipwreck managed to load the entire crew into the boats in twenty minutes.
- What - for twenty! .. - Yura said businesslike. “Sometimes five or ten minutes mean a lot. You just need to take into account every minute.
- And here's the case! During one match...
The boys remembered many interesting cases.
“But I know…” Oleg suddenly stopped and looked at his watch. - Exactly two!
Yura gasped.
- Let's run! Yura said. We were late for school!
- What about an example? – scared asked Oleg.
Yura just waved his hand as he ran.
Just
Kostya made a birdhouse and called Vova:
“Look what a bird house I made.
Vova squatted down.
- Oh, what! Quite real! With a porch! You know what, Kostya,” he said timidly, “make one for me too!” And I'll make a glider for you.
“All right,” Kostya agreed. - Just let's not for this and not for that, but just like that: you will make me a glider, and I will make you a birdhouse.
visited
Valya did not come to class. Her friends sent Musya to her.
- Go and find out what's wrong with Valya: maybe she's sick, maybe she needs something?
Musya found her friend in bed. Valya was lying with her cheek tied.
- Oh, Valechka! Musya said, sitting down on a chair. - You must have flux! Oh, what a flux I had in the summer! A whole bunch!
And you know, my grandmother had just left, and my mother was at work...
“My mother is also at work,” said Valya, holding her cheek. - I need a rinse...
- Oh, Valechka! They gave me a rinse too! And I got better! As I rinse, it's better! And a heating pad helped me - hot-hot ...
Valya perked up and nodded her head.
- Yes, yes, a heating pad ... Musya, we have a kettle in the kitchen ...
- Isn't he making noise? No, that's right, rain! Musya jumped up and ran to the window. “That’s right, rain!” It's good that I came in galoshes! And then you can catch a cold!
End of free trial.
The main characters of Oseeva's story "Just like that" are two friends, Kostya and Vova. When Kostya made a birdhouse, he wanted to show his craft to a friend. Vova really liked Kostin's birdhouse, and he asked me to make him the same one. And for the manufacture of the birdhouse, Vova promised Kostya to make a model of the glider.
However, Kostya did not agree to make a birdhouse on such terms. He told his friend to make a glider just like that, and Kostya would also make a birdhouse for Vova just like that.
Takovo summary story.
The main idea of Oseeva's story "Just like that" is that friendship and business relations do not go well with each other. If Kostya had agreed to Vova's proposal, business relations would have arisen between them on the basis of the principle "You to me - I to you." And Kostya wanted him and Vova to be just friends. Therefore, he promised Vova to make a birdhouse just like that, without any obligations from Vova.
The story "Just because" teaches you to value friendship and not bring business obligations into it.
In Oseeva's story, I liked Kostya, who appreciates true friendship, and for the sake of friendship, he is ready to do a lot.
What proverbs are suitable for the story "Just like that"?
Friendship is paid for with friendship.
Not in service, but in friendship.
Unselfishness is one of the most laudable virtues, giving rise to good glory.
Funny, funny, touching and a little instructive stories of the wonderful children's writer Valentina Alexandrovna Oseeva are loved by more than one generation of boys and girls and are still modern today. The book includes two collections of short stories: "The Magic Word" and "Father's Jacket".
Magic word
blue leaves
Give me a green pencil.
And Katya says:
- I'll ask my mom.
Did your mom let you?
And Katya sighed and said:
Katya comes the next day.
“No need,” Lena replies.
In class, the teacher asks:
- There is no green pencil.
The teacher looked at both:
The girl smiled.
- Knee...
There was laughter from behind.
- Come to us! they called.
Revenge
- Get up! Get up!
- Shame on you!
Magic word
A little old man with a long gray beard was sitting on a bench and drawing something in the sand with an umbrella.
“Move over,” Pavlik told him and sat down on the edge.
The old man moved aside and, looking at the red, angry face of the boy, said:
- Has something happened to you?
- Well, okay! What about you? Pavlik squinted at him.
- Nothing for me. But now you were screaming, crying, quarreling with someone ...
- Still would! the boy growled angrily. “I will be running away from home soon.
- Will you run away?
- I'll run away! Because of one Lenka I will run away. Peacock clenched his fists. - I almost gave her a good time! Doesn't give any color! And how many!
- Does not give? Well, that's why you shouldn't run away.
– Not only because of this. Grandmother drove me out of the kitchen for one carrot ... right with a rag, rag ...
Pavlik snorted in resentment.
- Rubbish! said the old man. - One will scold, the other will regret.
“No one takes pity on me! shouted Pavlik. - My brother is going to ride on a boat, but he won’t take me. I told him: “Take it better, anyway, I won’t leave you behind, I’ll drag the oars, I’ll climb into the boat myself!”
Pavlik thumped the bench with his fist. And suddenly he stopped.
“What, doesn’t your brother take you?”
“Why are you all asking?
The old man smoothed out his long beard.
- I want to help you. There is a magic word...
Peacock opened his mouth.
- I'll tell you this word. But remember: you need to speak it in a quiet voice, looking straight into the eyes of the person you are talking to. Remember - in a quiet voice, looking straight into your eyes ...
- What is the word?
- It's a magic word. But don't forget how to say it.
“I’ll try,” Pavlik chuckled, “I’ll try right away.” He jumped up and ran home.
Lena sat at the table and drew. Paints - green, blue, red - lay in front of her. Seeing Pavlik, she immediately raked them into a heap and covered them with her hand.
"Deceived old man! – with annoyance thought the boy. “Will such a person understand the magic word!”
Pavlik approached his sister sideways and pulled her by the sleeve. The sister looked back. Then, looking into her eyes, the boy said in a low voice:
– Lena, give me one paint... please...
Lena opened her eyes wide. Her fingers loosened, and, taking her hand off the table, she muttered in embarrassment:
- Which one do you want?
“A blue one for me,” Pavlik said timidly.
He took the paint, held it in his hands, walked around the room with it and gave it to his sister. He didn't need paint. He thought now only of the magic word.
"I'm going to my grandmother. She's just cooking. Drive or not?
Pavlik opened the door to the kitchen. The old woman was taking hot cakes off the baking sheet.
The grandson ran up to her, turned his red wrinkled face with both hands, looked into her eyes and whispered:
“Give me a piece of pie…please.”
Grandma straightened up. The magic word shone in every wrinkle, in the eyes, in the smile.
- Hot ... hot hot, my dear! - she said, choosing the best, ruddy pie.
Pavlik jumped for joy and kissed her on both cheeks.
"Wizard! Wizard!" he repeated to himself, remembering the old man.
At dinner, Pavlik sat hushed and listened to his brother's every word. When the brother said that he was going to go boating, Pavlik put his hand on his shoulder and quietly asked:
- Take me, please.
Everyone around the table went silent. The brother raised his eyebrows and chuckled.
“Take it,” said the sister suddenly. - What are you worth!
- Well, why not take it? Grandma smiled. - Of course, take it.
“Please,” Pavlik repeated.
The brother laughed out loud, patted the boy on the shoulder, tousled his hair:
- Oh, you traveler! Okay, get going!
“Helped! Helped again!
Pavlik jumped out from behind the table and ran out into the street. But the old man was no longer in the square. The bench was empty, and only incomprehensible signs drawn by an umbrella remained on the sand.
Two women were drawing water from a well. A third one approached them. And the old old man sat down on a pebble to rest.
This is what one woman says to another:
- My son is smart and strong, no one can cope with him.
And the third is silent.
What can you say about your son? her neighbors ask.
- What can I say? the woman says. - There is nothing special about him.
So the women took full buckets and went. And the old man is behind them. Women go and stop. My hands hurt, water splashes, my back hurts.
Suddenly, three boys run out towards me.
One tumbles over his head, walks with a wheel - women admire him.
He sings another song, fills himself with a nightingale - his women listened.
And the third ran up to the mother, took heavy buckets from her and dragged them.
The women ask the old man:
- Well? What are our sons?
– Where are they? the old man answers. “I only see one son!”
Mom gave Kolya colored pencils. One day his friend Vitya came to Kolya.
- Let's draw!
Kolya put a box of pencils on the table. There were only three pencils: red, green and blue.
– Where are the others? Vitya asked.
Kolya shrugged.
- Yes, I gave them away: my sister's friend took the brown one - she needed to paint the roof of the house; I gave pink and blue to one girl from our yard - she lost hers ... And Petya took black and yellow from me - he just didn’t have enough of them ...
“But you yourself were left without pencils!” the comrade was surprised. - Don't you need them?
- No, they are very necessary, but all such cases that it is impossible not to give!
Vitya took pencils from the box, turned them over in his hands and said:
“Anyway, you give it to someone, so it’s better to give it to me.” I don't have a single colored pencil!
Kolya looked at the empty box.
- Well, take it ... since such a case ... - he muttered.
Just an old lady
A boy and a girl were walking down the street. And ahead of them was an old woman. It was very slippery. The old woman slipped and fell.
- Hold my books! the boy shouted, handing the girl his briefcase, and rushed to the aid of the old woman.
When he returned, the girl asked him:
- Is that your grandmother?
“No,” the boy replied.
- Mother? - the girlfriend was surprised.
- Well, aunt? Or an acquaintance?
- No, no, no! the boy replied. - It's just an old woman.
Girl with a doll
Yura got on the bus and sat down in the child's seat. After Yura, a military man entered. Yura jumped up:
- Sit down please!
- Sit, sit! I'll sit here.
The military man sat behind Yura. An old woman came up the steps. Yura wanted to offer her a place, but another boy beat him to it.
“It turned out ugly,” Yura thought, and began to look vigilantly at the door.
A girl entered from the front platform. She was clutching a tightly folded flannelette blanket, from which a lace cap protruded.
Yura jumped up:
- Sit down please!
The girl nodded her head, sat up and, opening the blanket, pulled out a large doll.
The passengers laughed merrily, and Yura blushed.
“I thought she was a woman with a child,” he muttered.
The military patted him on the shoulder approvingly.
- Nothing, nothing! The girl needs to give up her seat too! Yes, even a girl with a doll!
Vanya brought a collection of stamps to class.
- Nice collection! - approved Petya and immediately said: - You know what, you have a lot of identical stamps here, give them to me. I will ask my father for money, I will buy other brands and return it to you.
- Take it, of course! Vanya agreed.
But the father did not give Petya money, but he bought him a collection. Petya felt sorry for his stamps.
“I’ll give it to you later,” he said to Vanya.
- Don't! I don't need these stamps! Let's play with feathers!
They began to play. Petya was unlucky - he lost ten feathers. Frowning.
- I'm in your debt!
- What a duty, - says Vanya, - I played a joke with you.
Petya looked at his comrade from under his brows: Vanya's nose is thick, freckles scattered over his face, his eyes are somehow round ...
“And why am I friends with him? thought Petya. “I’m just taking on debt.” And he began to run away from his comrade, to be friends with other boys, and he himself had some kind of resentment towards Vanya.
He lies down to sleep and dreams:
“I will save up more stamps and give him the whole collection, and I will give the feathers, instead of ten feathers - fifteen ...”
But Vanya doesn’t even think about Petya’s debts, he wonders: what happened to his friend?
Somehow he approaches him and asks:
Why are you looking at me, Petya?
Petya couldn't resist. He blushed all over, said rude things to his comrade:
Do you think you are the only honest one? Others are dishonest! Do you think I need your stamps? Or did I not see the feathers?
Vanya backed away from his comrade, he felt offended, he wanted to say something and could not.
Petya asked his mother for money, bought feathers, grabbed his collection and ran to Vanya.
- Get all your debts in full! - He is joyful, his eyes are shining. “Nothing is missing from me!
- No, it's gone! Vanya says. - And what is lost, you will never return!
Two boys were standing outside under the clock and talking.
- I did not solve the example, because it was with brackets, - Yura justified himself.
- And I because there were very large numbers, - said Oleg.
– We can solve it together, we still have time!
The clock on the street showed half past one.
“We have half an hour,” Yura said. – During this time, the pilot can carry passengers from one city to another.
- And my uncle, the captain, during the shipwreck managed to load the entire crew into the boats in twenty minutes.
- What - for twenty! .. - Yura said businesslike. “Sometimes five or ten minutes mean a lot. You just need to take into account every minute.
- And here's the case! During one match...
The boys remembered many interesting cases.
“But I know…” Oleg suddenly stopped and looked at his watch. - Exactly two!
Yura gasped.
- Let's run! Yura said. We were late for school!
- What about an example? – scared asked Oleg.
Yura just waved his hand as he ran.
Just
Kostya made a birdhouse and called Vova:
“Look what a bird house I made.
Vova squatted down.
- Oh, what! Quite real! With a porch! You know what, Kostya,” he said timidly, “make one for me too!” And I'll make a glider for you.
“All right,” Kostya agreed. - Just let's not for this and not for that, but just like that: you will make me a glider, and I will make you a birdhouse.
visited
Valya did not come to class. Her friends sent Musya to her.
- Go and find out what's wrong with Valya: maybe she's sick, maybe she needs something?
Musya found her friend in bed. Valya was lying with her cheek tied.
- Oh, Valechka! Musya said, sitting down on a chair. - You must have flux! Oh, what a flux I had in the summer! A whole bunch!
And you know, my grandmother had just left, and my mother was at work...
“My mother is also at work,” said Valya, holding her cheek. - I need a rinse...
- Oh, Valechka! They gave me a rinse too! And I got better! As I rinse, it's better! And a heating pad helped me - hot-hot ...
Valya perked up and nodded her head.
- Yes, yes, a heating pad ... Musya, we have a kettle in the kitchen ...
- Isn't he making noise? No, that's right, rain! Musya jumped up and ran to the window. “That’s right, rain!” It's good that I came in galoshes! And then you can catch a cold!
She ran into the hallway, tapping her feet for a long time, putting on galoshes. Then, sticking her head in the door, she called out:
Get well soon, Valechka! I'll still come to you! I'll definitely come! Don't worry!
Valya sighed, touched the cold heating pad, and waited for her mother.
- Well? What did she say? What does she need? the girls asked Musya.
- Yes, she has the same flux as I had! Musya said happily. And she didn't say anything! And only a heating pad and a rinse help her!
Misha had a new pen, and Fedya had an old one. When Misha went to the blackboard, Fedya exchanged his pen for Mishino and began to write with a new one. Misha noticed this and asked during the break:
Why did you take my feather?
- Just think, what an incredible thing - a feather! shouted Fedya. - Found something to reproach! Yes, I'll bring you twenty such feathers tomorrow.
I don't need twenty! And you have no right to do that! Misha got angry.
Guys gathered around Misha and Fedya.
- Pity the feather! For your own friend! shouted Fedya. - Oh you!
Misha stood red and tried to tell how it was:
- Yes, I didn’t give you ... You took it yourself ... You exchanged ...
But Fedya did not let him speak. He waved his arms and shouted at the whole class:
- Oh you! Greedy! Yes, none of the guys will hang out with you!
- Yes, you give him this feather, and that's it! one of the boys said.
“Of course, give it back, since he is like that ...” others supported him.
- Give it back! Don't contact! Because of one feather, a cry rises!
Misha flared up. There were tears in his eyes.
Fedya hurriedly grabbed his pen, pulled Mishino's pen out of it and threw it on the desk.
- Come on, get it! I cried! Because of one feather!
The guys dispersed. Fedya also left. And Misha sat and cried.
Rex and Cupcake
Slava and Vitya sat on the same desk.
The boys were very friendly and helped each other as much as they could. Vitya helped Slava solve problems, and Slava made sure that Vitya wrote the words correctly and did not stain his notebooks with blots. One day they had a big argument.
“Our director has a big dog, her name is Rex,” Vitya said.
“Not Rex, but Cupcake,” Slava corrected him.
No, Rex!
- No, Keks!
The boys quarreled. Vitya went to another desk. The next day, Slava did not solve the homework problem, and Vitya gave the teacher a sloppy notebook. A few days later, things went even worse: both boys received two. And then they found out that the director's dog was called Ralph.
“Then we have nothing to fight about!” Slava rejoiced.
“Of course, not because of anything,” Vitya agreed.
Both boys sat down at the same desk again.
“Here's Rex, here's Cupcake. Nasty dog, we grabbed two deuces because of her! And just think about what people quarrel about! ..
Builder
There was a mound of red clay in the yard. Sitting on their haunches, the boys dug intricate passages in it and built a fortress. And suddenly they noticed another boy on the sidelines, who was also digging in the clay, dipping his red hands into a tin of water and diligently plastering the walls of the clay house.
- Hey you, what are you doing there? the boys called out to him.
- I'm building a house.
The boys came closer.
- What kind of house is this? It has crooked windows and a flat roof. Hey builder!
- Yes, just move it, and it will fall apart! one boy shouted and kicked the house.
The wall collapsed.
- Oh you! Who builds like this? the guys shouted, breaking the freshly plastered walls.
The Builder sat in silence, fists clenched. When the last wall collapsed, he left.
And the next day the boys saw him in the same place. He again built his clay house and, dipping his red hands into the tin, carefully erected the second floor...
DIY
The teacher told the children what a wonderful life would be under communism, what flying satellite cities would be built, and how people would learn to change the climate at will, and southern trees would begin to grow in the north...
The teacher told a lot of interesting things, the guys listened with bated breath.
When the children left the classroom, one boy said:
- I would like to fall asleep and wake up already under communism!
- It is not interesting! another interrupted him. - I would like to see with my own eyes how it will be built!
“And I,” said the third boy, “would like to build all this with my own hands!”
Three comrades
Vitya lost his breakfast. At the big break, all the guys had breakfast, and Vitya stood on the sidelines.
- Why do not you eat? Kolya asked him.
Lost breakfast...
“Bad,” said Kolya, biting off a large piece of white bread. - It's still a long way to lunch!
- Where did you lose it? Misha asked.
“I don’t know…” Vitya said quietly and turned away.
“You probably carried it in your pocket, but you should put it in your bag,” Misha said.
But Volodya did not ask anything. He went up to Vita, broke a piece of bread and butter in half and handed it to his friend:
- Take it, eat it!
Yurik woke up in the morning. Looked out the window. The sun is shining. Day is good.
And the boy wanted to do something good himself.
Here he sits and thinks:
“What if my little sister was drowning and I saved her!”
And my sister is right there:
- Walk with me, Yura!
- Go away, don't bother thinking!
The sister got offended and left. And Yura thinks:
“Now, if the wolves attacked the nanny, and I would shoot them!”
And the nanny is right there:
- Put away the dishes, Yurochka.
- Clean it yourself - I have no time!
The nurse shook her head. And Yura thinks again:
“Now, if Trezorka fell into the well, and I would pull him out!”
Trezorka is right there. Tail wags: “Give me a drink, Yura!”
- Go away! Don't stop thinking!
Trezorka closed his mouth, climbed into the bushes.
And Yura went to his mother:
- What would be good for me to do?
Mom patted Yura on the head:
- Take a walk with your sister, help the nanny clean the dishes, give some water to Trezor.
Together
In the first grade, Natasha immediately fell in love with a girl with cheerful blue eyes.
“Let’s be friends,” Natasha said.
- Let's! The girl nodded her head. - Let's play together!
Natasha was surprised:
- Is it really necessary to indulge together if you are friends?
- Of course. Those who are friends always indulge together, they get together for it! Olya laughed.
“Good,” Natasha said hesitantly and suddenly smiled: “And then they are together and praised for something, right?
Well, that's rare! Olga wrinkled her nose. - It depends on what kind of girlfriend you find!
torn leaf
Someone tore a clean sheet out of Dima's notebook.
- Who could do it? Dima asked.
All the guys were silent.
“I think he fell out himself,” Kostya said. “Or maybe they gave you such a notebook in the store ... Or at home your sister tore out this sheet. You never know what happens ... Really, guys?
The boys shrugged their shoulders in silence.
“And also, maybe you yourself got hooked somewhere ... Collapse! - and it's ready! .. Really, guys?
Kostya turned first to one, then to the other, hastily explaining:
- The cat could also pull out this leaf ... And how! Especially a kitten...
Kostya's ears turned red, he kept talking, saying something and could not stop.
The guys were silent, and Dima frowned. Then he clapped Kostya on the shoulder and said:
- Enough for you!
Kostya immediately went limp, looked down and said quietly:
- I will give you a notebook ... I have a whole one! ..
A simple matter
The holidays were very cold. Moscow stood white, elegant; in the squares, frozen trees curled up with frost. Yura and Sasha ran from the rink. Frost prickled their cheeks, making its way through mittens to stiff fingers. It was not far to the house, but, running past the pharmacy, the boys dropped in there to warm themselves. Shivering and jumping, they went to a corner and saw an old woman near the battery. She was wearing a warm downy shawl. Her wet mittens were drying on hot pipes. Seeing the boys, the old woman hurriedly pushed aside her belongings and, stretching her pointed chin out of a downy shawl, said:
- Warm up, warm up, darlings! Father frost has gone, there is nothing to say! You run and you can't feel your feet.
Are you cold, grandma? Yura asked cheerfully.
Sasha glanced briefly at the red, wrinkled cheeks, at the wrinkles, as thin as threads.
It's cold, kids! the old woman sighed. - And now, pray tell, I don’t go anywhere, but then, as if it were a sin, I got out of the house! - She explained: - I went for firewood. We've run out of firewood. Before, everything used to happen, my daughter and a neighbor brought it, but now my daughter is away, and the neighbor is sick, - let me, I think, I’ll go myself ... Frost - after all, he, father, will find it on the stove, if the stove is not heated! So she went. And there was a break in the warehouse, and my arms and legs weren’t my own, and the frost stopped breathing. I ran to the corner - yes to the pharmacy! And now I don’t even think about firewood, just to get to my house!
The old woman pulled on warm mittens, straightened her scarf on her head.
- I'll go ... Get warm, guys!
– And we are home now too! Santa Claus bit off half of my nose! Yura laughed.
- And I chewed my ear all the way! But the ice rink froze great! You fly and, as in a mirror, you see yourself! Sasha said.
“Put your ears under your hats, otherwise they stick out like russula,” the old woman became worried. - How long to freeze.
Nothing, we're close.
- Well, well ... I'm not far either. I’ll go, perhaps, ”the old woman hurried.
- And we'll go, grandmother!
* * *The guys came out of the pharmacy and, bouncing, ran forward. Looking around, they saw an old woman. She covered her face from the wind and walked carefully, apparently afraid of slipping.
- Grandmother! the boys called.
But the old woman did not hear them.
The boys decided to wait. They thrust their frozen hands into their sleeves and impatiently stamped their feet.
- Tell me please, we met again! - the old woman was joyfully surprised when she saw familiar faces in front of her.
- That's how we met! Sasha laughed.
- No wonder! - Yura snorted and, leaning to the side of the downy shawl, shouted cheerfully: - We were waiting for you, grandmother! Hold on to me
The frost is afraid of us! Sasha shouted.
The old woman, grabbing Yurin's sleeve, quickly trotted along the frozen sidewalk. Running past the gate, on which it was written in large letters: "Lumberyard", she looked up and said with chagrin:
- Opened now! Look at you... And I have a receipt! Yes, God bless them, with firewood!
Sasha stopped.
– Wait... It's fast! You wait, and we will take with Yurka! Give us a receipt!.. Yurka, let's take firewood!
- Of course we will! What does it cost us! Yura said, clapping his mittens. “Give me the receipt, grandma!”
The old woman looked at them in confusion, rummaged through her mitten, and found the receipt.
- Yes, how is it? - handing Sasha a receipt, she said. - Why are you freezing here? I'll somehow manage with firewood today, I'll borrow it from the neighbors ... There is my house! The gates are red! Come with me and warm up!
- We'll take it! And we'll bring it ourselves! Sasha decided. - Go home!.. Yurka, see you off! Get to know the address! he ordered.
The old woman looked once more at the open gates of the warehouse, at Sasha, and, waving her hand, went down the street with quick steps, Yura followed her. When he returned, Sasha, together with the drivers, was already stacking frozen logs on the sled and was busily ordering:
- Dry, uncle, put it down! Birch! That's wood for the old man!
* * *At this time, in the kitchen, a neighbor said to her grandmother:
- But how did you, grandmother, order it like that? They gave the kids a warrant and let's go!
- Yes, and ordered, Marya Ivanovna! Yes, I did not order something, but they! After all, these are some nice guys! Just don't freeze!
- Why are they familiar to you, or something, grandmother? the neighbor asked.
- Acquaintances, Marya Ivanovna! How about strangers? We stood together in the pharmacy for half an hour and went home together! answered the old woman, taking off her handkerchief and smoothing her gray hair stuck to her temples.
Sasha and Yura pounded on the door with strong fists and appeared on the threshold in a cloud of frosty steam.
- They brought firewood, grandmother! Get firewood! Where to put? Let's drink! Need to cut through! Is there an ax? Let's get an ax! Sasha commanded.
- A saw and an ax! Now we will cut everything and split it for you! What does it cost us! Yura shouted.
- You have fighting grandchildren, grandmother! Commanders, the driver boomed behind them. - They brought the most famous firewood!
- Oh, you, fathers! Brought! Marya Ivanovna, they brought it! Are you talking about acquaintances? But what does our acquaintance have to do with it, Marya Ivanovna, when their ties are red?
And in the courtyard the brisk clatter of an ax was already heard, the saw screeched; merry boyish voices with bass notes ordered the kids hastily mobilized in the yard:
- Wear it in the canopy! Build in columns!
The door slammed. Sasha, throwing wood chips in front of the stove, brushed off his mittens and said:
Everything, grandma! Do not remember dashingly!
“You are my falcons ...” the old woman said, touched. - What a deed they did to me, my dears!
“It doesn’t cost us anything,” Yura said embarrassedly.
Sasha nodded his head.
For us, it's easy!
Labor warms
Firewood was brought to the boarding school.
Nina Ivanovna said:
- Put on sweaters, we will carry firewood.
The boys ran to get dressed.
“Maybe give them a better coat?” - said the nanny. Today is a cold autumn day!
- No, no! - the guys shouted. - We will work! We will be hot!
- Of course! smiled Nina Ivanovna. We'll be hot! After all, work warms!
“Divide as you divided the work...”
The old teacher lived alone. His pupils and pupils have long grown up, but they did not forget their former teacher.
One day two boys came to him and said:
“Our mothers sent us to help you with the household.
The teacher thanked and asked the boys to fill the empty tub with water. She was standing in the garden. Watering cans and buckets were stacked on a bench beside her. And on the tree hung a toy bucket, small and light as a feather, from which the teacher drank water on hot days.
One of the boys selected a strong iron pail, tapped its bottom with his finger, and slowly walked towards the well; another took a toy pail from a tree and ran after his comrade.
Many times the boys went to the well and came back. The teacher looked at them from the window. Bees circled over the flowers. The garden smelled of honey. The boys were talking cheerfully. One of them often stopped, put a heavy bucket on the ground and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Another ran beside him, splashing water in a toy pail.
When the tub was full, the teacher called both boys, thanked them, then placed on the table a large earthenware jug filled to the brim with honey, and next to it a faceted glass, also filled with honey.
“Take these gifts to your mothers,” the teacher said. “Let each of you take what you deserve.
But none of the boys held out their hands.
“We can't share this,” they said, embarrassed.
“Divide it the way you divided work,” the teacher said calmly.
In the evening, Natasha and Musya decided to run to the river after breakfast.
What a place I know! Natasha whispered, leaning over the headboard. - The water is clean, cool ... Small-fine! You won't drown! Just right for those who can't swim.
- Tomorrow morning we will run! And we swim! Just don’t tell the guys, otherwise everyone will rush and again we won’t learn to swim because of them! Musya said.
The morning was sunny. Outside the open window, the birds sang so loudly that it was impossible to sleep. Natasha and Musya hardly waited for the bugle and were the first to make their beds.
- Now after breakfast on the river!
But at the morning meeting, the counselor said that the neighboring collective farm was in a hurry to harvest hay, as it was very hot days and a thunderstorm was expected, and that the collective farm needed help.
- Let's help! Let's help! – with readiness shouted guys.
Give us a bigger meadow! There are a lot of us!
- There are a lot of us! We have more! - Natasha and Musya shouted along with the guys.
“After breakfast you don’t have to swim, let’s go after dinner!” friends agreed.
The whole camp went out to clean up. Pioneers scattered across the field. Some raked the dry hay with a rake, others piled it into piles. Happy songs rang out. The sun, having stopped over the field and looking at the guys, mercilessly baked their heads and their backs black from sunburn. The dry flowers and herbs smelled of sultry honey. One after another, tightly folded shocks grew on the field. Under one of the piles stood a bucket of fresh water; the guys now and then ran up to him with a rake in their hands and, having hastily drunk, again set to work.
- It's great to swim in this heat! In the morning, what... It's not hot in the morning... It's most fun in the heat! Natasha said, tucking her flying hair under her kerchief and wetting her forehead with water.
- Now, in the heat, it's not even good! Let's finish, and just the heat will subside! Then let's swim! Musya answered.
Everything was cleared before lunch. In the distance, neat, like huts, shocks were visible, and low-cut grass made the field prickly and bare. The guys went to dinner. Natasha and Musya hid towels and soap at the table.
- Let's swim, let's swim!
- We must be in time while the guys fit into the dead hour! the girls whispered.
* * *The air was stuffy. Not a single leaf moved on the bushes. The sky darkened, a large blue cloud crawled from behind the forest. Natasha and Musya ran straight to the river, across the field.
- Hurry, hurry! We still have time to swim before the storm!
And suddenly the wind picked up. It ran into stacked haystacks, whirled, whistled and, tearing off the tops of hay like fluff, carried it across the field.
The girls gasped and rushed back to the camp.
- Guys! Guys! The mop was not covered! The wind blows the hay! Get up!
The boys were already in bed.
- Get up! Get up! spread throughout the camp.
The bugler sounded the alarm. Everyone rushed into the field. On the way, they seized branches, brushwood and covered shocks. The wind suddenly died down, a sharp lightning pierced the cloud, and the rain poured down to the ground in a stream! It was a warm summer downpour, refreshing the stuffy, frozen air.
Exhausted by the hot day and working in the sun, the guys unexpectedly got under a magnificent shower. Natasha and Musya were the last to run to the camp. Their hair was wet, their cheeks and eyes shone, their sundresses stuck to their bodies.
- Here they swam so they swam! Natasha screamed. - The water is clean, cool, shallow, shallow, you can’t drown!
Just right for those who can't swim! - laughing, echoed Musya.
Papa is a tractor driver
Vitin's father is a tractor driver. Every evening, when Vitya goes to bed, dad gathers in the field.
"Daddy, take me with you!" Vitya asks.
“If you grow up, I’ll take it,” dad answers calmly.
And all spring, while dad's tractor leaves for the fields, the same conversation takes place between Vitya and dad:
"Daddy, take me with you!"
- If you grow up, I'll take it.
One day my dad said:
“Aren’t you tired, Vitya, of asking for the same thing every day?”
- Aren't you tired of answering me the same thing every time, dad? Vitya asked.
- Tired! Dad laughed and took Vitya with him into the field.
What is impossible, what is impossible
Once my mother said to my father:
And dad immediately spoke in a whisper.
No! What is impossible is impossible!
Grandmother and granddaughter
Mom brought Tanya a new book.
Mom said:
- When Tanya was a little girl, her grandmother read to her; but now Tanya is already big, and she herself will read this book to her grandmother.
- Sit down, grandma! Tanya said. - I'll read you a story.
Tanya read, grandmother listened, and mother praised both:
- That's how clever you are!
The mother had three sons - three pioneers. Years have passed. The war broke out. Mother accompanied three sons to the war - three fighters. One son beat the enemy in the sky. Another son beat the enemy on the ground. The third son beat the enemy in the sea. Three heroes returned to their mother: a pilot, a tanker and a sailor!
Tannin Achievement
Every evening, dad took a notebook, a pencil and sat down with Tanya and grandmother.
- Well, what are your achievements? he asked.
Dad explained to Tanya that achievements are all the good and useful things that a person has done in a day. Dad carefully wrote down the achievements of tannins in a notebook.
One day he asked, as usual, holding a pencil at the ready:
- Well, what are your achievements?
“Tanya was washing the dishes and broke a cup,” said the grandmother.
“Um…” said the father.
- Dad! Tanya pleaded. - The cup was bad, it fell by itself! Do not write about it in our achievements! Write simply: Tanya washed the dishes!
- Good! Dad laughed. - Let's punish this cup so that the next time, when washing dishes, the other one was more careful!
AT kindergarten there were a lot of toys. Clockwork steam locomotives ran along the rails, airplanes hummed in the room, elegant dolls lay in carriages. The kids all played together and everyone had fun. Only one boy did not play. He gathered around him a whole bunch of toys and guarded them from the guys.
- My! My! he shouted, covering the toys with his hands.
The children did not argue - there were enough toys for everyone.
How well we play! How fun we are! - the guys praised the teacher.
- But I am bored! the boy shouted from his corner.
- Why? the teacher was surprised. - You have so many toys!
But the boy could not explain why he was bored.
“Yes, because he is not a gambler, but a watchman,” the children explained for him.
Button
Tanya's button came off. Tanya sewed it to her bra for a long time.
“Well, grandmother,” she asked, “do all boys and girls know how to sew on their buttons?”
- I really don’t know, Tanyusha; both boys and girls know how to tear off buttons, but grandmothers get more and more to sew on.
– That's how! Tanya said offended. - And you made me, as if you yourself were not a grandmother!
Mom poured cookies onto the plate. Grandmother jingled her cups merrily. Everyone sat down at the table. Vova pushed the plate towards him.
“Deli one at a time,” Misha said sternly.
The boys dumped all the cookies on the table and divided them into two piles.
- Exactly? Vova asked.
Misha measured the piles with his eyes:
- Exactly ... Grandma, pour us some tea!
Grandmother served them both tea. The table was quiet. The piles of biscuits were shrinking fast.
- Crumbly! Sweet! Delicious! Misha said.
- Yes! Vova responded with his mouth full.
Mother and grandmother were silent. When all the cookies were eaten, Vova took a deep breath, patted his stomach and got out from behind the table. Misha finished the last piece and looked at his mother - she was stirring the tea she had not started with a spoon. He looked at his grandmother - she was chewing a crust of black bread ...
Offenders
Tolya often ran from the yard and complained that the guys offended him.
“Don’t complain,” your mother once said, “you yourself should treat your comrades better, then your comrades will not offend you!”
Tolya stepped out onto the stairs. On the playground, one of his offenders, the neighbor boy Sasha, was looking for something.
“My mother gave me a coin for bread, and I lost it,” he explained gloomily. - Don't come here, or you'll trample!
Tolya remembered what his mother had said to him in the morning, and hesitantly suggested:
- Let's eat together!
The boys began to search together. Sasha was lucky: under the stairs in the very corner a silver coin flashed.
- There she is! Sasha rejoiced. - She was frightened of us and was found! Thank you. Come out to the yard. The guys are not touched! Now I'm just running for bread!
He slid down the railing. From the dark flight of stairs came a merry voice:
- You-ho-di! ..
New toy
Uncle sat down on the suitcase and opened his notebook.
- Well, what to bring to whom? - he asked.
The boys smiled and moved closer.
- A doll for me!
- And I have a car!
- A crane for me!
- And me ... And me ... - The guys vying with each other ordered, my uncle wrote down.
Only Vitya silently sat on the sidelines and did not know what to ask ... At home, his whole corner is littered with toys ... There are wagons with a steam locomotive, and cars, and cranes ... Everything, everything that the guys asked for, Vitya has had it for a long time ... He even has nothing to wish for ... But uncle will bring every boy and every girl a new toy, and only for him, Vitya, he will not bring anything ...
- Why are you silent, Vityuk? asked the uncle.
Vitya sighed bitterly.
“I… have everything…” he explained through tears.
Medicine
The little girl's mother got sick. The doctor came and sees - with one hand, mother holds her head, and cleans up toys with the other. And the girl sits on her chair and commands:
- Bring me cubes!
Mom picked up the cubes from the floor, put them in a box, and handed them to her daughter.
- And the doll? Where is my doll? the girl screams again.
The doctor looked at it and said:
- Until the daughter learns to clean up her toys herself, mom will not recover!
Who punished him?
I offended a friend. I pushed a passerby. I hit the dog. I was rude to my sister. Everyone left me. I was left alone and wept bitterly.
Who punished him? the neighbor asked.
“He punished himself,” Mom said.
Pictures
Katya had a lot of decals.
During the break, Nyura sat down next to Katya and said with a sigh:
- Happy you, Katya, everyone loves you! Both at school and at home...
Katya looked gratefully at her friend and said embarrassedly:
- And I can be very bad ... I even feel it myself ...
- Well, what are you! What you! Nyura waved her hands. - You are very good, you are the kindest in the class, you do not regret anything ... Ask another girl for something - she will never give it, and you don’t even have to ask ... Here, for example, transfer pictures. ..
“Ah, the pictures…” Katya drawled, pulled out an envelope from the desk, selected a few pictures and placed them in front of Nyura. - I would have said so right away ... And why was it praised? ..
Who is the owner?
The big black dog's name was Beetle. Two boys, Kolya and Vanya, picked up Zhuk on the street. He had a broken leg. Kolya and Vanya looked after him together, and when Zhuk recovered, each of the boys wanted to become his sole owner. But who was the owner of the Beetle, they could not decide, so their dispute always ended in a quarrel.
One day they were walking through the woods. The beetle ran ahead. The boys argued heatedly.
“My dog,” Kolya said, “I was the first to see the Beetle and picked him up!”
- No, mine, - Vanya was angry, - I bandaged her paw and dragged delicious pieces for her!
Nobody wanted to give in. The boys had a big fight.
- My! My! both shouted.
Suddenly, two huge shepherd dogs jumped out of the forester's yard. They rushed at the Beetle and knocked him to the ground. Vanya hurriedly climbed the tree and shouted to his comrade:
- Save yourself!
But Kolya grabbed a stick and rushed to Zhuk's aid. The forester ran up to the noise and drove away his shepherd dogs.
- Whose dog? he shouted angrily.
“Mine,” Kolya said.
Vanya was silent.
Squirrel antics
The pioneers went to the forest for nuts.
Two girlfriends climbed into a dense hazel grove, picked a full basket of nuts. They walk through the forest, and the blue bells nod their heads at them.
“Let's hang the basket on a tree, and pick the bells ourselves,” says one friend.
- Okay! - answers the other.
A basket is hanging on a tree, and the girls are picking flowers.
She looked out of the hollow of a squirrel, looked into a basket of nuts ... Here, she thinks, good luck is good luck!
The squirrel dragged a full hollow of nuts. The girls came with flowers, but the basket was empty...
Only on the heads of the shells fly.
The girls looked up, and this squirrel is sitting on a branch, fluffing its red tail and cracking nuts!
The girls laughed
- Oh, you're sweet!
Other pioneers also came up, looked at the squirrel, laughed, shared their nuts with the girls, and went home.
What is easier?
Three boys went into the forest. Mushrooms, berries, birds in the forest. The boys were walking. Didn't notice how the day went by. They go home - they are afraid:
- Get us home!
So they stopped on the road and think what is better: to lie or to tell the truth?
“I will say,” says the first, “as if a wolf attacked me in the forest.” The father will be frightened and will not scold.
- I'll tell you, - says the second, - that I met my grandfather. The mother will be delighted and will not scold me.
“But I’ll tell the truth,” says the third. - It is always easier to tell the truth, because it is the truth and you don’t need to invent anything.
Here they all went home. As soon as the first boy told his father about the wolf - look: the forest watchman is coming.
“No,” he says, “there is no wolf in these places.
Father got angry. For the first guilt he punished, and for a lie - twice.
The second boy told about his grandfather. And grandfather is right there, coming to visit.
Mother learned the truth. For the first guilt she punished, and for a lie - twice.
And as soon as the third boy came, he confessed everything from the threshold. The aunt grumbled at him and forgave him.
I have friends: Misha, Vova and their mother. When my mother is at work, I go to visit the boys.
- Hello! both shout at me. - What did you bring us?
Once I said:
- Why don't you ask, maybe I'm cold, tired? Why do you immediately ask what I brought you?
“I don't care,” Misha said, “I'll ask the way you want.
“We don't care,” Vova repeated after his brother.
Today they both greeted me with a patter:
- Hello. You are cold, tired, and what did you bring us?
“I brought you only one present.
- One for three? Misha was surprised.
- Yes. You have to decide for yourself who to give it to: Misha, mom or Vova.
- Let's hurry. I will decide! Misha said.
Vova, protruding his lower lip, looked incredulously at his brother and sniffed loudly.
I started rummaging through my purse. The boys looked impatiently at my hands. Finally, I pulled out a clean handkerchief.
- Here's a present for you.
“So it’s… it’s… a handkerchief!” – stammering, said Misha. Who needs such a present?
- Well, yes! Who needs it? Vova repeated after his brother.
- It's still a gift. So decide who to give it to.
Misha waved his hand.
- Who needs it? Nobody needs him! Give it to mom!
- Give it to your mom! Vova repeated after his brother.
Before the first rain
Tanya and Masha were very friendly and always went to kindergarten together. That Masha came for Tanya, then Tanya for Masha. One time, when the girls were walking down the street, it started to rain heavily. Masha was in a raincoat, and Tanya was in one dress. The girls ran.
- Take off your cloak, we will cover ourselves together! Tanya shouted as she ran.
I can't, I'll get wet! - bending down her head with a hood, Masha answered her.
Kindergarten teacher said:
- How strange, Masha's dress is dry, and yours, Tanya, is completely wet, how did this happen? You were walking together, weren't you?
“Masha had a raincoat, and I walked in one dress,” Tanya said.
“So you could cover yourself with one cloak,” said the teacher, and, looking at Masha, shook her head.
- It can be seen, your friendship until the first rain!
Both girls blushed: Masha for herself, and Tanya for Masha.
Dreamer
Yura and Tolya walked not far from the river bank.
“I wonder,” said Tolya, “how these feats are accomplished? I always dream of a feat!
“But I don’t even think about it,” Yura answered and suddenly stopped ...
Desperate cries for help came from the river. Both boys rushed to the call ... Yura kicked off his shoes on the move, threw the books aside and, reaching the shore, threw himself into the water.
And Tolya ran along the shore and shouted:
- Who called? Who screamed? Who is drowning?
Meanwhile, Yura dragged the crying baby ashore with difficulty.
- Ah, here he is! That's who screamed! Tolya rejoiced. - Alive? Well, good! But if we had not arrived in time, who knows what would have happened!
Merry Christmas tree
Tanya and mom were decorating the Christmas tree. The guests came to the tree. Tanya's friend brought a violin. Tanya's brother came - a student of a vocational school. Two Suvorovites and Tanya's uncle came.
One place was empty at the table: mother was waiting for her son - a sailor.
Everyone was having fun, only my mother was sad.
The bell rang, the guys rushed to the door. Santa Claus entered the room and began to distribute gifts. Tanya got a big doll. Then Santa Claus came up to my mother and took off his beard. It was her son, a sailor.
blue leaves
Katya had two green pencils. Lena didn't have one. So Lena asks Katya:
Give me a green pencil.
And Katya says:
- I'll ask my mom.
Both girls come to school the next day. Lena asks:
Did your mom let you?
And Katya sighed and said:
- Mom allowed me, but I didn’t ask my brother.
“Well, ask your brother again,” Lena says.
Katya comes the next day.
Well, did your brother let you? Lena asks.
- My brother allowed me, but I'm afraid you will break the pencil.
“I’m being careful,” Lena says.
“Look,” Katya says, “don’t fix it, don’t press hard, don’t take it in your mouth.” Don't draw too much.
- I, - says Lena, - only need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass.
- That's a lot, - says Katya, and she frowns her eyebrows. And she made a disgusted face.
Lena looked at her and walked away. I didn't take a pencil. Katya was surprised, ran after her:
- Well, why don't you take it? Take it!
“No need,” Lena replies.
In class, the teacher asks:
- Why do you, Lenochka, have blue leaves on the trees?
- There is no green pencil.
“Why didn’t you take it from your girlfriend?”
Lena is silent. And Katya blushed like a cancer and said:
I gave it to her, but she won't take it.
The teacher looked at both:
You have to give so that you can take.
The day was sunny. Ice glittered.
There were few people at the rink. The little girl, with her arms outstretched in a comical way, rode from bench to bench. Two schoolchildren tied up their skates and looked at Vitya. Vitya performed various tricks - either he rode on one leg, or he circled around like a top.
- Well done! one of the boys called out to him.
Vitya darted around in a circle, famously turned around and ran into the girl. The girl fell. Vitya was scared.
“I accidentally…” he said, shaking off the snow from her fur coat. - Hurt?
The girl smiled.
- Knee...
There was laughter from behind.
"They're laughing at me!" thought Vitya and turned away from the girl in annoyance.
- Eka unseen - the knee! Here's a crybaby! he shouted as he passed the schoolchildren.
- Come to us! they called.
Vitya approached them. Hand in hand, all three glided merrily across the ice. And the girl was sitting on the bench, rubbing her bruised knee and crying.
Revenge
Katya went up to her desk and gasped: the drawer had been pulled out, the new paints were scattered, the brushes were dirty, puddles of brown water were spread on the table.
- Alyosha! Katya screamed. - Alyoshka! .. - And, covering her face with her hands, she began to cry loudly.
Alyosha stuck his round head through the door. His cheeks and nose were stained with paint.
"I didn't do anything to you!" he said quickly.
Katya rushed at him with her fists, but the little brother disappeared behind the door and jumped into the garden through the open window.
- I will take revenge on you! Katya cried with tears.
Alyosha, like a monkey, climbed up a tree and, hanging from the lower branch, showed his sister his nose.
- I cried! .. Because of some colors, I cried!
You will cry for me too! Katya screamed. - How can you cry!
- Am I going to pay? Alyosha laughed and began to quickly climb up. "Catch me first!"
Suddenly he stumbled and hung, grabbing a thin branch. The branch cracked and snapped. Alyosha fell.
Katya ran into the garden. She immediately forgot her ruined paints and her quarrel with her brother.
- Alyosha! she shouted. - Alyosha!
The little brother sat on the ground and, blocking his head with his hands, looked at her in fright.
- Get up! Get up!
But Alyosha drew his head into his shoulders and closed his eyes.
- Can not? Katya shouted, feeling Alyosha's knees. - Hold on to me. She put her arms around her brother's shoulders and carefully set him on his feet. - Does it hurt you?
Alyosha shook his head and suddenly burst into tears.
What, you can't stand? Katya asked.
Alyosha began to cry even louder and clung tightly to his sister.
“I will never touch your colors again... never... never... never again!”
The dog barked furiously, falling on its front paws. Directly in front of her, nestled against the fence, sat a small disheveled kitten. He opened his mouth wide and mewed plaintively. Two boys stood nearby and waited to see what would happen. A woman looked out the window and hurriedly ran out onto the porch. She drove the dog away and angrily called out to the boys:
- Shame on you!
- What is embarrassing? We didn't do anything! the boys were surprised.
“That's bad!” the woman answered angrily.
Interesting short instructive stories by Valentina Oseeva for children of senior preschool and primary school age.
OSEEVA. BLUE LEAVES
Katya had two green pencils. But Lena has none. So Lena asks Katya:
Give me a green pencil. And Katya says:
I'll ask my mom.
Both girls come to school the next day. Lena asks:
Did mom let you?
And Katya sighed and said:
Mom allowed me, but I didn’t ask my brother.
Well, ask your brother again, - says Lena. Katya comes the next day.
Well, did your brother let you? - asks Lena.
My brother allowed me, but I'm afraid you'll break your pencil.
I'm careful, - says Lena.
Look, - says Katya, - don't fix it, don't press hard, don't take it in your mouth. Don't draw too much.
I, - says Lena, - only need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass.
This is a lot, - says Katya, and she frowns her eyebrows. And she made a disgusted face. Lena looked at her and walked away. I didn't take a pencil. Katya was surprised, ran after her:
Well, what are you? Take it!
No, Lena replies. In class, the teacher asks:
Why do you, Lenochka, have blue leaves on the trees?
No green pencil.
Why didn't you take it from your girlfriend? Lena is silent. And Katya blushed like a cancer and said:
I gave it to her, but she won't take it. The teacher looked at both:
You have to give so that you can take.
OSEEVA. POORLY
The dog barked furiously, falling on its front paws. Directly in front of her, nestled against the fence, sat a small disheveled kitten. He opened his mouth wide and mewed plaintively. Two boys stood nearby and waited to see what would happen.
A woman looked out the window and hurriedly ran out onto the porch. She drove the dog away and angrily called out to the boys:
Shame on you!
What's embarrassing? We didn't do anything! the boys were surprised.
This is bad! the woman replied angrily.
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OSEEVA. WHAT IS NOT, THAT IS NOT
Once my mother said to my father:
And dad immediately spoke in a whisper.
No! What is impossible is impossible!
OSEEVA. GRANDMA AND GRANDDUCH
Mom brought Tanya a new book.
Mom said:
When Tanya was little, her grandmother read to her; now Tanya is already big, she herself will read this book to her grandmother.
Sit down, grandma! Tanya said. - I'll read you a story.
Tanya read, grandmother listened, and mother praised both:
That's how smart you are!
OSEEVA. THREE SONS
The mother had three sons - three pioneers. Years have passed. The war broke out. Mother accompanied three sons to the war - three fighters. One son beat the enemy in the sky. Another son beat the enemy on the ground. The third son beat the enemy in the sea. Three heroes returned to their mother: a pilot, a tanker and a sailor!
OSEEVA. TANNINS ACHIEVEMENTS
Every evening, dad took a notebook, a pencil and sat down with Tanya and grandmother.
Well, what are your accomplishments? he asked.
Dad explained to Tanya that achievements are all the good and useful things that a person has done in a day. Dad carefully wrote down the achievements of tannins in a notebook.
One day he asked, as usual, holding a pencil at the ready:
Well, what are your accomplishments?
Tanya was washing the dishes and broke the cup, - said the grandmother.
Hmm... - said the father.
Dad! Tanya pleaded. - The cup was bad, it fell by itself! Do not write about it in our achievements! Write simply: Tanya washed the dishes!
Good! Dad laughed. - Let's punish this cup so that the next time, when washing dishes, the other one was more careful!
OSEEVA. WATCHMAN
There were a lot of toys in the kindergarten. Clockwork steam locomotives ran along the rails, airplanes hummed in the room, elegant dolls lay in carriages. The kids all played together and everyone had fun. Only one boy did not play. He gathered around him a whole bunch of toys and guarded them from the guys.
My! My! he shouted, covering the toys with his hands.
The children did not argue - there were enough toys for everyone.
How well we play! How fun we are! - the guys boasted to the teacher.
But I am bored! the boy shouted from his corner.
Why? - the teacher was surprised. - You have so many toys!
But the boy could not explain why he was bored.
Yes, because he is not a player, but a watchman, - the children explained for him.
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OSEEVA. COOKIE
Mom poured cookies onto the plate. Grandmother jingled her cups merrily. Everyone sat down at the table. Vova pushed the plate towards him.
Delhi one at a time,” Misha said sternly.
The boys dumped all the cookies on the table and divided them into two piles.
Smooth? - asked Vova.
Misha measured the piles with his eyes:
Exactly ... Grandma, pour us some tea!
Grandmother served them both tea. The table was quiet. The piles of biscuits were shrinking fast.
Crumbly! Sweet! Misha said.
Yes! Vova responded with his mouth full.
Mother and grandmother were silent. When all the cookies were eaten, Vova took a deep breath, patted his stomach and got out from behind the table. Misha finished the last piece and looked at his mother - she was stirring the tea she had not started with a spoon. He looked at his grandmother - she was chewing a crust of black bread ...
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OSEEVA. OFFENDERS
Tolya often ran from the yard and complained that the guys offended him.
Do not complain, - mother once said, - you yourself should treat your comrades better, then your comrades will not offend you!
Tolya stepped out onto the stairs. On the playground, one of his offenders, the neighbor boy Sasha, was looking for something.
My mother gave me a coin for bread, and I lost it,” he explained gloomily. - Don't come here, or you'll trample!
Tolya remembered what his mother had said to him in the morning, and hesitantly suggested:
Let's eat together!
The boys began to search together. Sasha was lucky: under the stairs in the very corner a silver coin flashed.
There she is! Sasha rejoiced. - Frightened us and found! Thank you. Come out to the yard. The guys are not touched! Now I'm just running for bread!
He slid down the railing. From the dark flight of stairs came a merry voice:
You-ho-di!..
OSEEVA. NEW TOY
Uncle sat down on the suitcase and opened his notebook.
Well, what to bring? - he asked.
The boys smiled and moved closer.
me a doll!
And my car!
And I have a crane!
And to me ... And to me ... - The guys vying with each other ordered, my uncle wrote down.
Only Vitya silently sat on the sidelines and did not know what to ask ... At home, his whole corner is littered with toys ... There are wagons with a steam locomotive, and cars, and cranes ... Everything, everything that the guys asked for, Vitya has had it for a long time ... He even has nothing to wish for ... But uncle will bring every boy and every girl a new toy, and only for him, Vitya, he will not bring anything ...
Why are you silent, Vityuk? - asked the uncle.
Vitya sighed bitterly.
I... have everything... - he explained through tears.
OSEEVA. MEDICINE
The little girl's mother got sick. The doctor came and sees - with one hand mother holds her head, and cleans up toys with the other. And the girl sits on her chair and commands:
Bring me cubes!
Mom picked up the cubes from the floor, put them in a box, and handed them to her daughter.
And the doll? Where is my doll? the girl screams again.
The doctor looked at it and said:
Until the daughter learns to clean up her toys herself, the mother will not recover!
OSEEVA. WHO PUNISHED HIM?
I offended a friend. I pushed a passerby. I hit the dog. I was rude to my sister. Everyone left me. I was left alone and wept bitterly.
Who punished him? the neighbor asked.
He punished himself, - answered my mother.
OSEEVA. WHO IS THE OWNER?
The big black dog's name was Beetle. Two boys, Kolya and Vanya, picked up Zhuk on the street. He had a broken leg. Kolya and Vanya looked after him together, and when Zhuk recovered, each of the boys wanted to become his sole owner. But who was the owner of the Beetle, they could not decide, so their dispute always ended in a quarrel.
One day they were walking through the woods. The beetle ran ahead. The boys argued heatedly.
My dog, - said Kolya, - I was the first to see the Beetle and picked him up!
No, mine, - Vanya was angry, - I bandaged her paw and dragged tasty pieces for her!