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One evening I was sitting in the yard, near the sand, and waiting for my mother. She probably lingered at the institute, or in the store, or, perhaps, stood for a long time on bus stop. Don't know. Only all the parents of our yard had already come, and all the guys went home with them and probably already drank tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there ...
And now the lights in the windows began to light up, and the radio began to play music, and dark clouds moved in the sky - they looked like bearded old men ...
And I wanted to eat, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and would not be late and would not made her sit on the sand and get bored.
And at that moment Mishka came out into the yard. He said:
- Great!
And I said
- Great!
Mishka sat down with me and picked up a dump truck.
- Wow! Mishka said. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up the sand himself? Not by myself? Does he dump himself? Yes? And the pen? What is she for? Can it be rotated? Yes? BUT? Wow! Will you give it to me at home?
I said:
- No I will not give. Gift. Dad gave before leaving.
The bear pouted and moved away from me. It got even darker outside.
I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother comes. But she didn't go. Apparently, I met Aunt Rosa, and they stand and talk and do not even think about me. I lay down on the sand.
Mishka says:
- Can you give me a dump truck?
- Get off, Mishka.
Then Mishka says:
- I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for him!
I say:
- Compared Barbados with a dump truck ...
And Mishka:
- Well, do you want me to give you a swim ring?
I say:
- He's screwed on you.
And Mishka:
- You'll stick it up!
I even got angry.
- Where can I swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?
And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:
- Well, it wasn't! Know my kindness! On the!
And he handed me a box of matches. I took her in hand.
- You open it, - said Mishka, - then you will see!
I opened the box and at first I didn’t see anything, and then I saw a small light green light, as if a tiny star was burning somewhere far, far away from me, and at the same time I myself was holding it in my hands now.
- What is it, Mishka, - I said in a whisper, - what is it?
- This is a firefly, - said Mishka. - What, good? He's alive, don't think.
- Bear, - I said, - take my dump truck, do you want to? Take forever, forever! And give me this star, I'll take it home ...
And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at it, looked and could not get enough of it: how green it is, as if in a fairy tale, and how close it is, in the palm of your hand, but it shines, as if from afar ... And I could not even breathe , and I could hear my heart beating, and a little prickle in my nose, as if I wanted to cry.
And I sat like that for a long time, a very long time. And there was no one around. And I forgot about everyone in the world.
But then my mother came, and I was very happy, and we went home. And when they began to drink tea with bagels and cheese, my mother asked:
- Well, how is your dump truck?
And I said:
- I, mother, changed it.
Mom said:
- Interesting! And for what?
I replied:
- To the firefly! Here he is in a box. Turn off the light!
And my mother turned off the light, and the room became dark, and the two of us began to look at the pale green star.
Then mom turned on the light.
"Yes," she said, "it's magic!" But still, how did you decide to give such a valuable thing as a dump truck for this worm?
“I've been waiting for you for so long,” I said, “and I was so bored, and this firefly, it turned out to be better than any dump truck in the world.
Mom looked at me intently and asked:
- And why, what exactly is it better for?
I said:
- How can you not understand? After all, he is alive! And it glows!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Before you are all the books of Dragunsky - a list of his titles the best works. But first, let's learn a little about the author himself. Viktor Yuzefovich Dragunsky was born in 1913 and became known in the USSR as a renowned writer and recognizable actor.

His most famous series of books is Deniska's Stories, which has been reprinted many times since its first publication half a century ago.

Dragunsky devoted all his youth to work in the theater and circus, and this work did not always bear fruit. The little-known actor could not get serious roles and tried to find a calling in related fields.

The first stories of the author saw the light in 1959, they became the basis for the future series. The name for the series was not chosen by chance - initially the writer wrote stories for his nine-year-old son Denis. The boy became the main character in his father's stories.

Beginning in the 1960s, the stories became so popular that the publishing house couldn't even keep up with the volume. And the popularity of the protagonist Denis Korablev was transferred to films.

So, directly a list with descriptions of those same cult stories of Dragunsky.

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Deniska's stories: about how it really happened

For three generations now, Dragunsky's stories about the boy Denis Korablev have been admired. During the childhood of the character, life was completely different: the streets and cars, shops and apartments looked different. In this collection you can read not only the stories themselves, but also the explanations of the famous author's son, Denis Dragunsky. He shares openly what really happened to him, and what was his father's invention. Farther

Deniskin's stories (collection)

Deniska lives her own Soviet life- loves, forgives, makes friends, conquers insults and deceptions. His life is incredible and filled with adventure. He has the most close friend Mishka, with whom Denis went to the masquerade; they play pranks together in class, go to the circus, and encounter unusual events.

Who among us does not remember Deniska Korablev, famous hero funny stories? This wonderful book was written by Viktor Yuzefovich Dragunsky. "Deniska's stories" are easily perceived by ear, so they can be read to children from four years old. junior schoolchildren they will be happy to recognize themselves in the book: after all, they also do not always want to do their homework, read books, do additional summer vacation when it's hot outside and all the buddies are playing in the yard.

The summary of the book by Viktor Dragunsky "Deniska's Stories" will help you in a situation where you need to immediately refresh the names of the main characters in your memory. Want to know what this book is about? Below is a retelling of the work "Deniska's stories". A brief summary of the text will allow you to recall the main points of the story, the characters of the main characters, the true motives of their actions.

"He's alive and glowing"

This story begins with the fact that the boy Deniska is waiting for his mother in the yard. She probably lingered at the institute or in the store, and does not even suspect that her son has already missed her. The author very subtly emphasizes that the child is tired and hungry. Apparently, he does not have the keys to the apartment, because it is already starting to get dark, the lights are on in the windows, and Deniska does not move. Standing in the yard, he feels himself starting to freeze. While he is watching what is happening around, his friend Mishka Elephants runs up to him. Seeing a friend, Deniska rejoices and for a while forgets about her sadness.

Mishka praises his toy dump truck, wants to trade it and offers Deniska various items and his toys. Deniska replies that the dump truck is a gift from dad, so he cannot give it to Mishka or even exchange it. Then Mishka uses the last opportunity to get a toy dump truck - he offers Deniska a live firefly that glows in the dark. Deniska is fascinated by the firefly, its magnificent radiance, which spreads from a simple matchbox. He gives Mishka a dump truck, saying: "Take my dump truck, for good, and give me this asterisk." The happy bear goes home, and Deniska is no longer so sad to wait for his mother, because he felt that there was a living being next to him. Soon mom returns, and together with Deniska they go home for dinner. Mom sincerely wonders how the son could exchange a good toy for "some kind of firefly"

This is just one of the stories representing "Deniska's stories". The summary shows that the main theme is loneliness and abandonment. The boy wants to go home, he is tired and hungry, but his mother lingers somewhere and thereby prolongs the feeling of Deniska's inner suffering. The appearance of a firefly warms the soul of the child, and it becomes not so hard for him to wait for the appearance of his mother.

"The secret becomes clear"

An amusing story in which Deniska refuses to eat semolina for breakfast. However, Mom remains adamant and tells him to eat everything to the end. As a "reward" she promises her son to take him to the Kremlin immediately after breakfast. Denis is very inspired by this prospect, but even this cannot help overcome his dislike for semolina. After another attempt to put a spoonful of porridge in his mouth, Deniska tries to salt and pepper it, but from these actions it does not improve, but only deteriorates, acquiring a completely unbearable taste. In the end, Deniska goes to the window and pours the porridge out into the street. Satisfied puts an empty plate on the table. Suddenly Entrance door dissolves and a man enters the apartment, smeared with semolina from head to toe. Mom looks at him in confusion, and Deniska understands that he can no longer get into the Kremlin. The man indignantly tells that he was going to be photographed, so he put on his best suit, and suddenly hot porridge poured down on him from the window.

This is the second story representing "Deniska's stories". The summary shows that sooner or later everything hidden is revealed and brings big trouble.

"Top - Down - Oblique"

Once Deniska, Mishka and a neighbor girl Alyonka were walking near the house. And their backyard was being renovated. The guys heard and saw how the painters were going to leave for lunch. When the painters left for dinner, it turned out that they had left the barrels of paint in the yard. The guys began to paint everything that comes to hand: a bench, a fence, an entrance door. It was very interesting for them to watch how the paint itself comes out of the hose and quickly paints everything around. Alyonka even managed to paint her legs to look like a real Indian.

This is the third story representing "Deniska's stories". The summary shows that Deniska, Mishka and Alyonka are funny guys, although they got it great for that paint incident.

"Green Leopards"

Do you love to get sick? Not? But Deniska, Mishka and Alyonka love. In this story, they share with readers the benefits different types diseases: from a simple cold to chickenpox and tonsillitis. Moreover, friends consider chickenpox to be the most “interesting” disease, because at the time of an exacerbation of the disease they had the opportunity to look like leopards. And also, the guys think, “the main thing is that the disease is more terrible, then they will buy whatever you want.”

The main idea of ​​the story is well illustrated by his summary. V. Dragunsky ("Deniska's stories") emphasizes that attention to a sick child is always greater, but it is very important to remain healthy after all.

"Fire in the wing or a feat in the ice"

Once Deniska and Mishka were late for school. On the way, they decided to come up with a worthy excuse so that they would not get very badly from the class teacher, Raisa Ivanovna. It turned out that coming up with a plausible version is not so easy. Deniska offered to tell what they allegedly saved small child from the fire, and Mishka wanted to tell how the baby fell through the ice and his friends pulled him out of there. Before they had time to argue that it was better, they came to school. Each of them put forward his own version, which made it clear to everyone that they were deceiving. The teacher did not believe them and gave both of them unsatisfactory marks.

main idea this story emphasizes its summary. V. Dragunsky ("Deniska's stories") teaches that adults should not be deceived. It is better to always tell the truth, whatever it may be.

"Where is it seen, where is it heard"

An amusing story in which Deniska and Mishka undertake to perform at a school matinee. They volunteer to sing a duet, telling everyone that they can do it. Only at the performance, a misunderstanding suddenly occurs: for some reason, Mishka sings the same verse, and Deniska, due to the situation that has arisen, has to sing along with him. Laughter is heard in the hall, it seems that their debut was not successful. The main idea: you need to better prepare for important events.

"The Tricky Way"

In this story, Deniska is trying her best to come up with a way that would allow her mother to be less tired in housework. Once she complained that she barely had time to wash the dishes for her household and jokingly announced that if nothing changed, she would refuse to feed her son and husband. Deniska began to think, and a wonderful idea came to his mind to take food alternately, and not all together. As a result, it turned out that the dishes would go three times less, which would make it easier for mom. Dad, on the other hand, came up with another way: to make a commitment to wash the dishes every day with his son. the main idea The story is that you need to help your family.

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

- And on this occasion, - dad picked up, - we will now "slaughter" a watermelon!

And he took a knife and cut the watermelon. When he cut, such a full, pleasant, green crackle was heard that my back turned cold with a premonition of how I would eat this watermelon. And I had already opened my mouth to cling to a pink watermelon slice, but then the door swung open, and Pavel entered the room. We were all terribly happy, because he had not been with us for a long time and we missed him.

I came from the yard after football tired and dirty like I don’t know who. I had fun because we beat house number five with a score of 44:37. Thank God there was no one in the bathroom. I quickly rinsed my hands, ran into the room and sat down at the table. I said:

I, mother, can now eat a bull.

A poster appeared near our house, so beautiful and bright that it was impossible to pass by it indifferently. Various birds were drawn on it and it was written: "Songbird Show". And I immediately decided that I would definitely go and see what kind of news this was.

And on Sunday, at two in the afternoon, I got ready, got dressed and called Mishka to take him with me. But Mishka grumbled that he had a deuce in arithmetic - this is one and a new book about spies is two.

Then I decided to go myself. Mom let me go willingly, because I interfered with her cleaning, and I went. Songbirds were shown at the Exhibition of Achievement, and I got there easily by subway. There was almost no one at the box office, and I handed twenty kopecks out the window, but the cashier gave me a ticket and returned ten kopecks back for being a schoolboy. I really liked this.

Once I sat and sat, and for no reason at all suddenly thought up such a thing that I was even surprised myself. I thought how nice it would be if everything around the world was arranged the other way around. Well, for example, for children to be in charge in all matters and adults should have to obey them in everything, in everything. In general, adults should be like children, and children like adults. That would be great, it would be very interesting.

Firstly, I imagine how my mother would “like” such a story that I go and command her as I want, and dad would probably “like” it too, but there’s nothing to say about my grandmother. Needless to say, I would remember them all! For example, my mother would be sitting at dinner, and I would say to her:

“Why did you start a fashion without bread? Here's more news! Look at yourself in the mirror, who do you look like? Poured Koschey! Eat now, they tell you! - And she would eat with her head down, and I would only give the command: - Faster! Don't hold your cheek! Thinking again? Are you solving the world's problems? Chew properly! And don't rock in your chair!"

During the break, our October counselor Lucy ran up to me and said:

- Deniska, can you perform at the concert? We decided to organize two kids to be satirists. Want?

I say:

- I want it all! Only you explain: what are satirists.

Although I am already in my ninth year, I only realized yesterday that I still need to learn lessons. You love, you don’t love, you don’t want to, whether you’re lazy or not, but you need to learn lessons. This is the law. And then you can get into such a story that you don’t recognize your own. For example, I didn't have time to do my homework yesterday. We were asked to learn a piece from one of Nekrasov's poems and the main rivers of America. And I, instead of studying, launched a kite into space in the yard. Well, he still didn’t fly into space, because he had an overly light tail, and because of this he was spinning like a top. This time.

I will never forget this winter evening. It was cold outside, the wind was strong, it cut my cheeks like a dagger, the snow was spinning with terrible speed. It was dreary and boring, I just wanted to howl, and then dad and mom went to the movies. And when Mishka called on the phone and called me to his place, I immediately got dressed and rushed to him. It was light and warm there and a lot of people gathered, Alenka came, followed by Kostya and Andryushka. We played all the games and it was fun and noisy. And in the end, Alenka suddenly said:

Once we went to the circus as a whole class. I was very happy when I went there, because I am almost eight years old, and I was in the circus only once, and that was a very long time ago. The main thing is that Alenka is only six years old, but she has already managed to visit the circus three times. It's very embarrassing. And now the whole class of us went to the circus, and I thought how good it was that it was already big and that now, this time, I would see everything as it should. And at that time I was small, I did not understand what a circus was. At that time, when acrobats entered the arena and one climbed on the head of another, I laughed terribly, because I thought that they were doing it on purpose, for laughs, because at home I had never seen adult uncles climbing on top of each other. It didn't happen on the street either.

Either I wanted to be an astronomer, so as not to sleep at night and observe distant stars through a telescope, or I dreamed of becoming a sea captain in order to stand with my legs apart on the captain's bridge and visit distant Singapore and buy a funny monkey there.

Deniska stories by Viktor Dragunsky

Viktor Dragunsky has wonderful stories about the boy Deniska, who are called " Deniska's stories". Many children read these funny stories. It can be said that great amount people grew up on these stories, Deniska's stories”are unusually exactly similar to our society, both in its aesthetic aspects and in its factology. Phenomenon universal love to the stories of Viktor Dragunsky explained quite simply. Reading short but rather meaningful stories about Deniska, children learn to compare and contrast, fantasize and dream, analyze their actions with funny laughter and enthusiasm.

Dragunsky's stories distinguishes love for children, knowledge of their behavior, spiritual responsiveness. The prototype of Deniska is the author's son, and the father in these stories is the author himself. V. Dragunsky wrote not only funny stories, many of which, most likely, happened to his son, but also a little instructive. kind and good impressions remain after thoughtfully read Deniska's stories, many of which were later filmed. Children and adults with great pleasure re-read them many times. In our collection you can read online a list of Deniskin's stories, and enjoy their world in any free minute.