Good books for all times: Deniska's stories.

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". The 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.

"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.

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Victor Dragunsky
Deniska's stories

Paul's Englishman

“Tomorrow is the first of September,” my mother said, “and now autumn has come, and you will go to the second grade already. 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 clutch at a pink watermelon slice, but then the door opened 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.

- Whoa, who's here! Dad said. - Pavel himself. Pavel the Warthog himself!

“Sit down with us, Pavlik, there is a watermelon,” my mother said. - Deniska, move over.

I said:

- Hi! - and gave him a place next to him.

He said:

- Hi! - and sat down.

And we began to eat, and ate for a long time, and were silent. We didn't feel like talking. And what is there to talk about when there is such deliciousness in the mouth!

And when Paul was given the third piece, he said:

Oh, I love watermelon. Even more. My grandmother never lets me eat it.

- And why? Mom asked.

- She says that after a watermelon I get not a dream, but a continuous running around.

“Really,” Dad said. - That's why we eat watermelon early in the morning. By evening, its action ends and you can sleep peacefully. Come on, don't be afraid.

“I am not afraid,” said Pavel.

And we all got down to business again, and again we were silent for a long time. And when mom began to remove the crusts, dad said:

“And why, Pavel, haven’t been with us for so long?”

“Yes,” I said. - Where have you been? What did you do?

And then Pavel puffed up, blushed, looked around, and suddenly casually let slip, as if reluctantly:

- What did he do, what did he do ... He studied English, that's what he did.

I was right in a hurry. I immediately realized that all summer was in vain. He fiddled with hedgehogs, played bast shoes, dealt with trifles. But Pavel, he did not waste time, no, you're naughty, he worked on himself, he raised his level of education. He studied English and now I suppose he will be able to correspond with English pioneers and read English books! I immediately felt that I was dying of envy, and then my mother added:

- Here, Deniska, study. This is not your lappet!

- Well done, - said dad, - respect!

Pavel directly beamed:

- A student, Seva, came to visit us. So he works with me every day. It's been two whole months now. Just completely tortured.

What about difficult English? I asked.

"Go crazy," Pavel sighed.

“It wouldn’t be difficult,” Dad intervened. - The devil himself will break his leg there. Very difficult spelling. It is spelled Liverpool and pronounced Manchester.

- Well, yes! - I said. - Right, Pavel?

- It’s just a disaster, - said Pavel, - I was completely exhausted from these activities, I lost two hundred grams.

- So why don't you use your knowledge, Pavlik? Mom said. “Why didn’t you say hello to us in English when you came in?”

“I haven’t gone through hello yet,” said Pavel.

- Well, you ate a watermelon, why didn’t you say “thank you”?

“I said,” Pavel said.

- Well, yes, you said in Russian, but in English?

“We haven’t reached the “thank you” yet,” Pavel said. – Very difficult preaching.

Then I said:

- Pavel, and you teach me how to say “one, two, three” in English.

“I haven’t studied it yet,” Pavel said.

– What did you study? I shouted. Have you learned anything in two months?

“I learned how to speak English Petya,” said Pavel.

- Well, how?

“True,” I said. – Well, what else do you know in English?

“That’s all for now,” Pavel said.

watermelon lane

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.

She smiled.

- A live bull? - she said.

“Aha,” I said, “alive, with hooves and nostrils!”

Mom immediately left and returned a second later with a plate in her hands. The plate smoked so nicely, and I immediately guessed that there was pickle in it. Mom put the plate in front of me.

– Eat! Mom said.

But it was noodles. Dairy. All in foam. It is almost the same as semolina. There are always lumps in porridge, and foam in noodles. I just die as soon as I see foam, not to eat. I said:

– I will not noodles!

Mom said:

- No talking!

- There are foams!

Mom said:

- You will drive me into a coffin! What foams? Who do you look like? You are the spitting image of Koschey!

I said:

“Better kill me!”

But my mother blushed all over and slammed her hand on the table:

- You're killing me!

And then dad came in. He looked at us and asked:

- What is the discussion about? Why such a heated debate?

Mom said:

- Love it! Doesn't want to eat. The guy will soon be eleven years old, and he, like a girl, is naughty.

I'm almost nine. But my mother always says that I'll be eleven soon. When I was eight years old, she said that I would soon be ten.

Papa said:

- Why doesn't he want to? What, the soup is burnt or too salty?

I said:

- This is noodles, and there are foams in it ...

Papa shook his head.

- Ah, that's it! His Excellency Von-Baron Kutkin-Putkin does not want to eat milk noodles! He should probably serve marzipans on a silver tray!

I laughed because I love it when dad jokes.

- What is marzipan?

“I don’t know,” Dad said, “probably something sweet and smells like cologne.” Especially for the von-baron Kutkin-Putkin!.. Well, let's eat noodles!

- Yes, foams!

- You're stuck, brother, that's what! Dad said and turned to Mom. “Take his noodles,” he said, “otherwise I just hate it!” He doesn't want porridge, he can't have noodles!.. What whims! I can not stand!..

He sat down on a chair and looked at me. His face was as if I was a stranger to him. He did not say anything, but only looked like this - in a strange way. And I immediately stopped smiling - I realized that the jokes were already over. And dad was so silent for a long time, and we were all so silent, and then he said, and as if not to me, and not to my mother, but to someone who is his friend:

“No, I’ll probably never forget that terrible autumn,” dad said, “how sad, uncomfortable it was then in Moscow ... War, the Nazis are rushing to the city. It's cold, hungry, adults all walk around frowning, they listen to the radio every hour ... Well, everything is clear, isn't it? I was then about eleven or twelve years old, and, most importantly, then I grew very quickly, stretched upward, and I was terribly hungry all the time. I didn't have enough food. I always asked my parents for bread, but they didn’t have enough, and they gave me theirs, but I didn’t have enough of that either. And I went to bed hungry, and in my dream I saw bread. Yes that … Everyone was like that. The history is known. Written, rewritten, read, reread...

And then one day I was walking along a small alley, not far from our house, and suddenly I saw a hefty truck, littered to the top with watermelons. I don't even know how they got to Moscow. Some stray watermelons. They must have been brought in to give out cards. And upstairs in the car there is an uncle, so thin, unshaven and toothless, or something - his mouth is very retracted. And so he takes a watermelon and throws it to his friend, and he - to the saleswoman in white, and she - to someone else fourth ... And they do it so cleverly in a chain: the watermelon rolls along the conveyor from the car to the store. And if you look from the side - people play green-striped balls, and this is very interesting game. I stood like that for a long time and looked at them, and the uncle, who is very thin, also looked at me and kept smiling at me with his toothless mouth, a nice man. But then I got tired of standing and already wanted to go home, when suddenly someone in their chain made a mistake, looked, or something, or simply missed, and please - trrah! .. The heavy watermelon suddenly fell onto the pavement. Right next to me. It cracked somehow crookedly, sideways, and a snow-white thin crust was visible, and behind it such a purple, red flesh with sugar streaks and obliquely set bones, as if the sly eyes of a watermelon looked at me and smiled from the middle. And here, when I saw this wonderful pulp and splashes of watermelon juice, and when I smelled this smell, so fresh and strong, only then I realized how much I want to eat. But I turned around and went home. And I did not have time to move away, suddenly I hear - they are calling:

"Boy, boy!"

I looked around, and this worker of mine, who is toothless, is running towards me, and he has a broken watermelon in his hands. He says:

“Come on, honey, watermelon, drag it, eat at home!”

And I did not have time to look back, and he had already thrust me a watermelon and was running to his place, further unloading. And I hugged the watermelon and barely dragged it home, and called my friend Valka, and we both ate this huge watermelon. Ah, what a treat it was! Can't be transferred! Valka and I cut off huge pieces, the entire width of the watermelon, and when we bit, the edges of the watermelon slices touched our ears, and our ears were wet, and pink watermelon juice dripped from them. And the bellies of Valka and I swelled up and also looked like watermelons. If you click on such a belly with your finger, you know what kind of ringing will go! Like a drum. And we regretted only one thing, that we had no bread, otherwise we would have eaten even better. Yes…

Dad turned away and looked out the window.

- And then it got even worse - autumn turned around, - he said, - it became completely cold, winter, dry and fine snow fell from the sky, and it was immediately blown away by a dry and sharp wind. And we had very little food, and the Nazis went on and on towards Moscow, and I was hungry all the time. And now I dreamed not only of bread. I also dreamed of watermelons. And one morning I saw that I didn’t have a stomach at all, it just seemed to be stuck to the spine, and I couldn’t think about anything except food. And I called Valka and told him:

“Let’s go, Valka, let’s go to that watermelon alley, maybe they are unloading watermelons there again, and maybe one will fall again, and maybe they will give it to us again.”

And we wrapped ourselves in some kind of grandmother's scarves, because the cold was terrible, and went to the watermelon lane. It was a gray day outside, there were few people, and it was quiet in Moscow, not like now. There was no one at all in the watermelon alley, and we stood in front of the store doors and waited for the watermelon truck to arrive. And it was already getting dark, but he still did not come. I said:

“Probably coming tomorrow…”

“Yes,” said Valka, “probably tomorrow.”

And we went home with him. And the next day we went to the alley again, and again in vain. And every day we walked like this and waited, but the truck didn’t come…

Papa was silent. He looked out the window, and his eyes were as if he was seeing something that neither I nor my mother could see. Mom came up to him, but dad immediately got up and left the room. Mom followed him. And I was left alone. I sat and also looked out the window, where papa was looking, and it seemed to me that I could see papa and his comrade right now, how they would tremble and wait. The wind beats on them, and the snow too, but they tremble and wait, and wait, and wait ... And it just made me terribly, and I directly grabbed my plate and quickly, spoon by spoon, sipped it all, and then tilted to himself, and drank the rest, and wiped the bottom with bread, and licked the spoon.

Would…

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 that this is how good it would be if everything around the world was arranged the other way around. Well, for example, so that children are 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!"

And then dad would come in after work, and he wouldn’t even have time to undress, and I would have already screamed:

"Yeah, he showed up! You always have to wait! My hands now! As it should, as it should be mine, there is nothing to smear the dirt. After you, the towel is scary to look at. Brush three and do not spare soap. Come on, show me your nails! It's horror, not nails. It's just claws! Where are the scissors? Don't move! I do not cut with any meat, but I cut it very carefully. Don't sniffle, you're not a girl... That's it. Now sit down at the table."

He would sit down and quietly say to his mother:

"Well, how are you?!"

And she would also say quietly:

"Nothing, thanks!"

And I would immediately:

“Table talkers! When I eat, I am deaf and dumb! Remember this for the rest of your life. Golden Rule! Dad! Put down the newspaper now, you are my punishment!”

And they would sit with me like silk, and when my grandmother came, I would squint, clasp my hands and wail:

"Dad! Mother! Admire our grandmother! What a view! The chest is open, the hat is on the back of the head! Cheeks are red, the whole neck is wet! Okay, nothing to say. Admit it, did you play hockey again? What is that dirty stick? Why did you bring her into the house? What? Is this a stick? Get her out of my sight right now—to the back door!”

Then I would walk around the room and say to all three of them:

“After dinner, everyone sit down for lessons, and I’ll go to the cinema!” Of course, they would immediately whine and whimper:

“And we are with you! And we also want to go to the cinema!”

And I would them:

“Nothing, nothing! Yesterday we went to a birthday party, on Sunday I took you to the circus! Look! I enjoyed having fun every day. Sit at home! Here you have thirty kopecks for ice cream, and that’s it!”

Then the grandmother would pray:

“Take me at least! After all, each child can bring one adult with them for free!”

But I would shirk, I would say:

“And people over seventy years old are not allowed to enter this picture. Stay at home, you bastard!"

And I would walk past them, deliberately tapping my heels loudly, as if I didn’t notice that they all have wet eyes, and I would start getting dressed, and I would turn around in front of the mirror for a long time, and sing, and they would be even worse from this. were tormented, and I would open the door to the stairs and say ...

But I did not have time to think of what I would say, because at that time my mother came in, the real one, alive, and said:

Are you still sitting? Eat now, look who you look like? Poured Koschey!

“Where is it seen, where is it heard…”

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?

Lucy says:

- You see, we have various problems ... Well, for example, losers or lazy people, they need to be caught. Understood? It is necessary to speak about them so that everyone laughs, this will have a sobering effect on them.

I say:

They are not drunk, they are just lazy.

“That’s what they say: “sobering,” Lucy laughed. - But in fact, these guys will just think about it, they will become embarrassed, and they will correct themselves. Understood? Well, in general, do not pull: if you want - agree, if you don’t want - refuse!

I said:

- All right, come on!

Then Lucy asked:

- Do you have a partner?

Lucy was surprised.

How do you live without a friend?

- I have a comrade, Mishka. And there is no partner.

Lucy smiled again.

- It's almost the same thing. Is he musical, is your Bear?

- No, ordinary.

- Can you sing?

“Very quiet… But I’ll teach him to sing louder, don’t worry.”

Here Lucy was delighted:

- After the lessons, drag him to the small hall, there will be a rehearsal!

And I set off with all my might to look for Mishka. He stood in the buffet and ate sausage.

- Mishka, do you want to be a satirist?

And he said:

- Wait, let me eat.

I stood and watched him eat. He is small himself, and the sausage is thicker than his neck. He held this sausage with his hands and ate it straight whole, without cutting it, and the skin cracked and burst when he bit it, and hot odorous juice splashed from there.

And I could not stand it and said to Aunt Katya:

- Give me, please, also a sausage, as soon as possible!

And Aunt Katya immediately handed me a bowl. And I was in a hurry so that Mishka would not have time to eat his sausage without me: I alone would not be so tasty. And so I also took my sausage with my hands and, without cleaning it, began to gnaw it, and hot odorous juice splashed out of it. And Mishka and I gnawed like that for a couple, and burned ourselves, and looked at each other, and smiled.

And then I told him that we would be satirists, and he agreed, and we barely made it to the end of the lessons, and then ran to the small hall for a rehearsal. Our counselor Lucy was already sitting there, and with her was one boy, about the fourth, very ugly, with small ears and big eyes.

Lucy said:

– Here they are! Meet our school poet Andrey Shestakov.

We said:

– Great!

And they turned away so that he would not ask.

And the poet said to Lucy:

- What is it, performers, or what?

He said:

“Was there really nothing better?”

Lucy said:

- Just what you need!

But then our singing teacher Boris Sergeevich came. He went straight to the piano.

- Come on, let's start! Where are the verses?

Andryushka took a piece of paper out of his pocket and said:

- Here. I took the meter and chorus from Marshak, from the tale of a donkey, grandfather and grandson: “Where has this been seen, where has it been heard ...”

Boris Sergeevich nodded.

Dad studies for Vasya all year.

Dad decides, and Vasya gives up?!

Mishka and I just jumped. Of course, the guys quite often ask their parents to solve the problem for them, and then show the teacher as if they were such heroes. And at the board, no boom-boom - deuce! The case is well known. Oh yes Andryushka, he caught it great!

Chalk lined asphalt into squares,
Manechka and Tanechka are jumping here,
Where is it seen, where is it heard -
They play "classes" but don't go to class?!

It's great again. We really enjoyed! This Andryushka is just a real fellow, like Pushkin!

Boris Sergeevich said:

- Nothing, not bad! And the music will be the simplest, something like that. - And he took Andryushka's verses and, quietly strumming, sang them all in a row.

It turned out very cleverly, we even clapped our hands.

And Boris Sergeevich said:

- Well, sir, who are our performers?

And Lucy pointed at Mishka and me:

- Well, - said Boris Sergeevich, - Misha has a good ear ... True, Deniska does not sing very correctly.

I said:

- But it's loud.

And we began to repeat these verses to the music and repeated them probably fifty or a thousand times, and I yelled very loudly, and everyone calmed me down and made comments:

- Do not worry! You are quiet! Calm down! Don't be so loud!

Andryushka was especially excited. He completely blew me away. But I only sang loudly, I didn't want to sing softer, because real singing is exactly when it's loud!

... And then one day, when I came to school, I saw an announcement in the locker room:

ATTENTION!

Today at a big break

there will be a performance in the small hall

flying patrol

« Pioneer Satyricon»!

Performed by a duet of kids!

One day!

Come all!

And something immediately clicked in me. I ran to class. Mishka sat there and looked out the window.

I said:

- Well, today we perform!

And Mishka suddenly mumbled:

- I don't feel like speaking...

I was right dumbfounded. How - reluctance? That's it! We've been rehearsing, haven't we? But what about Lucy and Boris Sergeevich? Andryushka? And all the guys, because they read the poster and will come running as one? I said:

- Are you out of your mind, or what? Let people down?

And Mishka is so plaintively:

- I think my stomach hurts.

I say:

- It's out of fear. It hurts me too, but I don't refuse!

But Mishka was still kind of thoughtful. At the big break, all the guys rushed to the small hall, and Mishka and I could hardly trudge behind, because I also completely lost the mood to speak. But at that moment Lyusya ran out to meet us, she firmly grabbed our hands and dragged us along, but my legs were soft, like a doll’s, and weaved. I must have been infected by Mishka.

In the hall there was a fenced-off place near the piano, and children from all classes, both nannies and teachers, crowded around.

Mishka and I stood near the piano.

Boris Sergeevich was already in place, and Lucy announced in an announcer's voice:

- We begin the performance of the "Pioneer Satyricon" on hot topics. Text by Andrey Shestakov, performed worldwide famous satirists Misha and Denis! Let's ask!

And Mishka and I went a little ahead. The bear was white as a wall. And I was nothing, only my mouth was dry and rough, as if there was emery.

Boris Sergeevich played. Mishka had to start, because he sang the first two lines, and I had to sing the second two lines. Here Boris Sergeevich began to play, and Mishka threw aside left hand, as Lucy taught him, and wanted to sing, but he was late, and while he was getting ready, it was my turn, it turned out that way according to the music. But I did not sing, since Mishka was late. Why on earth!

Mishka then put his hand back in place. And Boris Sergeevich loudly and separately began again.

He struck, as he should have done, the keys three times, and on the fourth Mishka threw back his left hand again and finally sang:

Vasya's dad is strong in mathematics,
Dad studies for Vasya all year.

I immediately picked it up and shouted:

Where is it seen, where is it heard -
Dad decides, and Vasya gives up?!

Everyone in the hall laughed, and this made my soul feel better. And Boris Sergeevich went further. He again struck the keys three times, and on the fourth Mishka carefully threw his left hand to the side and for no reason sang at first:

Vasya's dad is strong in mathematics,
Dad studies for Vasya all year.

I knew immediately that he had lost his way! But since this is the case, I decided to sing to the end, and then we'll see. I took it and finished it:

Where is it seen, where is it heard -
Dad decides, and Vasya gives up?!

Thank God, it was quiet in the hall - everyone, apparently, also understood that Mishka had gone astray, and thought: “Well, it happens, let him sing further.”

And when the music reached the place, he again extended his left hand and, like a record that was “jammed”, wound it up for the third time:

Vasya's dad is strong in mathematics,
Dad studies for Vasya all year.

I had a terrible desire to hit him on the back of the head with something heavy, and I yelled with terrible anger:

Where is it seen, where is it heard -
Dad decides, and Vasya gives up?!

“Mishka, you seem to be completely crazy!” Are you tightening the same thing for the third time? Let's talk about girls!

And Mishka is so cheeky:

I know without you! - And politely says to Boris Sergeyevich: - Please, Boris Sergeyevich, go on!

Boris Sergeevich began to play, and Mishka suddenly grew bolder, again put out his left hand and on the fourth beat began to cry as if nothing had happened:

Vasya's dad is strong in mathematics,
Dad studies for Vasya all year.

Then everyone in the hall squealed with laughter, and I saw in the crowd what an unhappy face Andryushka had, and I also saw that Lucy, all red and disheveled, was making her way towards us through the crowd. And Mishka is standing with open mouth as if he were surprised at himself. Well, while the court and the case, I shout out:

Where is it seen, where is it heard -
Dad decides, and Vasya gives up?!

This is where something terrible started. Everyone was laughing as if stabbed to death, and the Mishka turned purple from green. Our Lucy grabbed his hand and dragged him to her. She screamed:

- Deniska, sing alone! Don't let me down!.. Music! AND!..

And I stood at the piano and decided not to let you down. I felt that it didn’t matter to me, and when the music reached me, for some reason I suddenly threw my left hand out to the side and screamed out of the blue:

Vasya's dad is strong in mathematics,
Dad studies for Vasya all year ...

I'm even surprised that I didn't die from this damn song. I probably would have died if the bell hadn't rung at that time...

I won't be a satirist anymore!

Dragunsky V.Yu. - famous writer and theatrical figure, author of short stories, short stories, songs, interludes, clowning, skits. The most popular in the list of works for children is his cycle "Deniska's stories", which has become a classic. Soviet literature they are recommended for students in grades 2-3-4. Dragunsky describes typical situations for each time, brilliantly reveals the psychology of the child, a simple and vivid style ensures the dynamism of the presentation.

Deniska's stories

The cycle of works "Deniska's stories" tells about the funny adventures of the boy Denis Korablev. AT in a collective way the protagonist intertwined the features of his prototype - the son of Dragunsky, peers, the author himself. Denis' life is filled with funny incidents, he actively perceives the world and reacts vividly to what is happening. The boy has close friend The bear, with whom they play pranks together, have fun, overcome difficulties. The author does not idealize the guys, does not teach or moralize - he means strong and weak sides the rising generation.

Paul's Englishman

The work tells about Pavlik, who came to visit Deniska. He reports that he has not come for a long time, because he has been studying English all summer. Denis and his parents are trying to find out from the boy what new words he knows. It turned out that during this time Pavel learned to English language only the name Petya is Pete.

watermelon lane

The story tells about Denis, who does not want to eat milk noodles. Mom is upset, but dad comes and tells the boy a story from his childhood. Deniska learns how a hungry kid during the war saw a truck filled to the brim with watermelons, which was unloaded by people. Dad stood and watched them work. Suddenly one of the watermelons broke, and the kind loader gave it to the boy. Dad still remembers how he and a friend ate that day and for a long time daily went to the “watermelon” lane and waited for a new truck. But he never came... After his father's story, Denis ate noodles.

Would

The work tells about the reasoning of Denis, if everything were arranged the other way around. The boy imagines how he brings up his own parents: he forces his mother to eat, his father to wash his hands and cut his nails, and he reprimands his grandmother for being lightly dressed and bringing a dirty stick from the street. After dinner, Denis sits the relatives to perform homework while he is going to the cinema.

Where has it been seen, where has it been heard...

The work tells about Denis and Misha, who were invited to sing satirical songs at a concert. Friends are nervous before the performance. During the concert, Misha gets confused and sings the same song several times. Counselor Lucy quietly asks Denis to speak alone. The boy gathers his courage, prepares and again sings the same lines as Misha.

goose throat

The work tells about Deniska's preparations for his best friend's birthday. The boy prepared a gift for him: a washed and cleaned goose throat, which Vera Sergeevna gave. Denis plans to dry it, put peas inside and fix the narrow neck in the wide one. However, dad advises to buy sweets and gives Misha his badge. Denis is happy that he will give his friend 3 gifts instead of one.

Twenty years under the bed

The work tells about the guys who played hide and seek in Misha's apartment. Denis slipped into the room where the old woman lived and hid under the bed. He expected that it would be funny when the guys found him, and Efrosinya Petrovna would also be delighted. But Grandma suddenly locks the door, turns off the light and goes to bed. The boy becomes terrified, and he hits the trough lying under the bed with his fist. There is a roar, the old woman is frightened. The situation is saved by the guys and Denis's dad, who came after him. The boy gets out of hiding, but does not answer questions, it seems to him that he spent 20 years under the bed.

Girl on the Ball

The story tells about Deniska's trip with his class to the circus. The guys watch the performances of jugglers, clowns, lions. But Denis is impressed by the little girl on the ball. She shows extraordinary acrobatic numbers, the boy cannot look away. At the end of the performance, the girl looks at Denis and waves her hand. The boy wants to go to the circus again in a week, but his dad is busy and they don't get to the show until 2 weeks later. Denis is looking forward to the girl's performance on the ball, but she never appears. It turned out that the gymnast went with her parents to Vladivostok. Sad Denis and his dad leave the circus.

childhood friend

The work tells about Denis' desire to become a boxer. But he needs a pear, and dad refuses to buy it. Then mom gets the old one Teddy bear, with which the boy once played and offers to train on it. Denis agrees and is going to work out the blows, but suddenly he remembers how he never parted with the bear for a minute, nursed him, took him to dinner, told him stories and loved him with all his heart, he was ready to give his life for a childhood friend. Denis informs his mother that he has changed his mind and will never be a boxer.

Pets' corner

The story tells about the opening of a living corner at Denis's school. The boy wanted to bring a bison, a hippopotamus or an elk into it, but the teacher asks to have small animals to look after and take care of them. Denis goes shopping for a living corner of white mice, but does not have time, they have already been sold. Then the boy and his mother hurried for the fish, but after learning their price, they changed their minds. So Denis did not decide which animal to bring to school.

Enchanted letter

The work tells about Denis, Misha and Alenka, who watched a large Christmas tree being unloaded from the car. The children looked at her and smiled. Alena wanted to tell her friends that there were cones hanging on the Christmas tree, but she couldn’t pronounce the first letter and she got it: “Detectives”. The guys laugh at the girl and reproach her. Misha shows Alena how to pronounce the word correctly: "Hihki!" They argue, swear, and both roar. And only Denis is sure that the word "bumps" is simple, and he knows how to say it correctly: "Fucks!"

healthy thought

The story tells about how Denis and Misha launched a boat from a matchbox on the way from school. He falls into a whirlpool and disappears into a drain. The guys are going home, but it turns out that the boys confuse the entrances, because they are the same. Misha is lucky - he meets a neighbor, and she takes him to an apartment. Denis mistakenly enters someone else's house and ends up in strangers, for which he is already the sixth lost boy in a day. They help Denis find his apartment. The boy invites his parents to hang his mother's portrait on the house so that he does not get lost again.

green leopards

The work tells about the dispute of the guys, which disease is better. Kostya suffered from measles and told his friends that he was presented with decals. Bear told how he ate a jar raspberry jam when he had the flu. Denis liked the chicken pox, because he walked spotted like a leopard. The guys remember the operation on the tonsils, after which they give ice cream. In their opinion, the more severe the disease, the better - then the parents will buy whatever you want.

How I visited Uncle Misha

The story tells about Denis's trip to Uncle Misha in Leningrad. The boy meets his cousin Dima, who shows him the city. They view the legendary Aurora, visit the Hermitage. Denis meets his brother's classmates, he likes Ira Rodina, to whom the boy decides to write a letter upon returning home.

Puss in Boots

The work tells about the school carnival, for which you need to prepare a costume. But Denis's mother is leaving, and he misses him so much that he forgets about the event. Misha dresses up as a gnome and helps a friend with a costume. They depict a cat in boots from Deniska. The boy gets Grand Prize for his costume - 2 books, one of which he gives to Misha.

Chicken bouillon

The story tells how Denis and his dad cook chicken broth. They consider it to be a very simple and easy-to-prepare dish. However, the cooks almost burn the chicken when they want to burn the feathers, then they try to wash the bird of soot with soap, but it slips out of Denis's hands and ends up under the cabinet. The situation is saved by the mother, who returns home and helps would-be cooks.

My friend bear

The work tells about the campaign of Denis in Sokolniki on Christmas tree. The boy is frightened by a huge bear that unexpectedly attacks him from behind a Christmas tree. Denis remembers to pretend to be dead and falls to the floor. Opening his eyes, he sees that the beast is leaning over him. Then the boy decides to scare the animal and screams loudly. The bear shied away, and Denis threw ice at him. Subsequently, it turns out that an actor is hiding under the costume of the beast, who decided to play a trick on the boy.

Motorcycle racing on a steep wall

The story tells about Denis, who was the champion of the yard in cycling. He demonstrates various tricks in front of the guys like an artist in a circus. Once a relative came to Misha on a bicycle with a motor. While the guest was drinking tea, the guys decide to try out the transport without asking. Denis rides around the yard for a long time, but then he can't stop because the guys don't know where the brake is. The situation is saved by a relative of Fedya, who stopped the bicycle in time.

Gotta have a sense of humor

The work tells about how Misha and Denis did their homework. While copying the text, they talked, because of which they made many mistakes and had to redo the task. Then Denis gives Misha a fun problem that he can't solve. In response, dad gives his son a task that he takes offense at. Father tells Denis that one must have a sense of humor.

independent humpback

The story tells how Denis came to class famous writer. The guys had been preparing for the visit of the guest for a long time, and he was touched by this. It turned out that the writer stutters, but the children politely ignored it. At the end of the meeting, Denis's classmate asks for an autograph from a celebrity. But the fact is that Gorbushkin also stutters, and the writer is offended, thinking that he is being teased. Denis had to intervene and resolve the awkward situation.

One drop kills a horse

The work tells about Denis' father, whom the doctor advises to quit smoking. The boy is worried about his father, he does not want a drop of poison to kill him. At the weekend, guests come, aunt Tamara gives dad a cigarette case, for which Denis is angry with her. A father asks his son to cut his cigarettes to fit in a box. The boy deliberately ruins cigarettes by cutting off tobacco.

He is alive and glowing

The story tells about Denis, who is waiting for his mother in the yard. At this time, Mishka arrives. He likes Denis' new dump truck and offers to trade the car for a firefly. The bug bewitches the boy, he agrees and admires the acquisition for a long time. Mom comes and wonders why the son exchanged new toy for a small insect. To which Denis replies that the beetle is better, because it is alive and glows.

Spyglass

The work tells about Denis, who tears and spoils clothes. Mom does not know what to do with a tomboy, and dad advises her to make a spyglass. Parents inform Denis that now he is under constant control, and they can see their son whenever they want. Difficult days come for the boy, all his previous activities become forbidden. One day Denis falls into the hands of his mother's telescope, and he sees that it is empty. The boy realizes that his parents deceived him, but he is happy and returns to his former life.

Fire in the wing, or a feat in the ice

The story tells about Denis and Misha, who were playing hockey and were late for school. So that they would not be scolded, the friends decided to come up with good reason and argued for a long time what to choose. When the boys arrived at school, the cloakroom attendant sent Denis to class, and Misha helped sew on the torn buttons. Korablev had to tell the teacher alone that they had saved a girl from a fire. However, Misha soon returned and told the class how they pulled the boy who had fallen through the ice.

The wheels sing - tra-ta-ta

The story tells about Denisk, who traveled with his father to Yasnogorsk by train. Early in the morning the boy could not sleep, and he went to the vestibule. Denis saw a man running after the train and helped him to get on. He treated the boy to raspberries and told about his son Seryozha, who is far away in the city with his mother. In the village of Krasnoye, a man jumped off the train, and Denis drove on.

Adventure

The work tells about Denis, who was visiting his uncle in Leningrad and flew home alone. However, the airport in Moscow was closed due to unfavorable weather conditions and the plane returned. Denis called his mother and informed about the delay. He spent the night on the floor at the airport, and in the morning the plane was announced 2 hours earlier. The boy woke up the military so that they would not be late. Since the plane arrived in Moscow earlier, dad did not meet Denis, but the officers helped him and took him home.

Workers crushing stone

The story tells about friends who go swimming at the water station. One day, Kostya asks Denis if he can jump into the water from the highest tower. The boy replies that it is easy. Friends do not believe Denis, believing that he is weak. The boy climbs the tower, but he gets scared, Misha and Kostya laugh. Then Denis tries again, but again descends from the tower back. The guys make fun of a friend. Then Denis decides to climb the tower 3 times and still jumps.

Exactly 25 kilos

The work tells about the campaign of Mishka and Denis on children's holiday. They participate in a competition in which the prize will be given to the one who weighs exactly 25 kilograms. Denis is 500 grams short of victory. Friends come up with a drink of 0.5 liters of water. Denis wins the competition.

Knights

The story tells about Denis, who decided to become a knight and give his mother a box of chocolates on March 8th. But the boy has no money, then he and Mishka came up with the idea of ​​pouring wine from the buffet into a jar and handing over the bottles. Denis gives his mother sweets, and his father discovers that the collection wine is diluted with beer.

Top down, sideways!

The work tells about the guys who decided to help the painters with painting when they left for lunch. Denis and Misha are painting the wall, the clothes that are drying in the yard, their friend Alena, the door, the house manager. The guys had a great time, and the painters invited them to work for them when the children grow up.

My sister Xenia

The story tells about Denis's mother, who introduces her son to her newborn sister. In the evening, the parents want to bathe the baby, but the boy sees that the girl is afraid and has an unhappy face. Then the brother holds out his hand to his sister, and she firmly grabs his finger, as if she trusts her life to him alone. Denis understood how difficult and scary Xenia was and fell in love with her with all his heart.

Glory to Ivan Kozlovsky

The work tells about Denis, who received a C in a singing lesson. He laughed at Mishka, who sang very quietly, but he was given an A. When the teacher calls Denis, he sings the song as loud as he could. However, the teacher rated his performance only 3. The boy believes that the reason is that he did not sing loudly enough.

Elephant and radio

The story tells about Denis' trip to the zoo. The boy took a radio with him, and the elephant became interested in the subject. He snatched it from Denis's hands and put it in his mouth. Now a program about physical exercises was heard from the animal, and the guys surrounding the cage happily began to perform the exercises. The zookeeper distracted the elephant, and he gave the radio.

Battle of the Clear River

The work tells about a trip to the cinema of the class of Denis Korablev. The guys watched a film about the attack of white officers on the Red Army. To help their own, the boys in the cinema fire pistols at enemies, use scarecrows. The boys are reprimanded by the school principal for violating public order, weapons are taken away from children. But Denis and Misha believe that they helped hold out the army until the arrival of the red cavalry.

The secret becomes clear

The story tells about Denisk, to whom his mother promised to go to the Kremlin if he ate semolina. The boy put salt and sugar in the dish, added boiling water and horseradish, but could not swallow even the spoons and threw the breakfast out the window. Mom was glad that her son ate everything, and they began to get ready for a walk. However, a policeman suddenly comes and brings the victim, whose hat and clothes are stained with porridge. Denis understands the meaning of the phrase that the secret always becomes clear.

Third place in butterfly style

The work tells about good mood Denis, who is in a hurry to tell his dad that he took 3rd place in swimming. The father is proud and wonders who owns the first two and who follows the son. As it turned out, no one took the 4th place, since the 3rd place was distributed to all athletes. Dad burrows into the newspaper, and Denis loses his good mood.

tricky way

The story tells about Denis's mother, who is tired of washing dishes and asks to invent some way to make life easier, otherwise she refuses to feed Denis and his dad. The boy comes up with a tricky way - he offers to eat from one device in turn. However, the father has a better option - he advises his son to help his mother and wash the dishes himself.

Chicky kick

The work tells about the family of Denis, who is going to go to nature. The boy takes Misha with him. The guys lean out the window of the train and Denis's dad, in order to distract them, shows various tricks. The father makes fun of Misha and rips off his hat. The boy becomes upset, thinking it was blown off by the wind, but the great magician returns the piece of clothing.

What I like and what I don't like

The story tells about what Deniska likes and dislikes. He loves to win checkers, chess and dominoes, on a day off in the morning to get into bed with his father, breathe his nose into his mother's ear, watch TV, make phone calls, plan, saw and much more. Denis does not like it when his parents go to the theater, treat his teeth, lose, put on a new costume, eat soft-boiled eggs, and so on.

Other stories from the cycle "Deniska's stories"

• white finches
• Main rivers
• Dymka and Anton
• Uncle Pavel stoker
• The smell of the sky and shag
• And we!
• Red balloon in the blue sky
• Big traffic on Sadovaya
• Don't bang, don't bang!
• No worse than you circus
• Nothing can be changed
• dog thief
• Professor sour cabbage soup
• Tell me about Singapore
• Blue dagger
• Death of the spy Gadyukin
• old sailor
• Quiet Ukrainian night
• amazing day
• Fantomas
• Man with a blue face
• What does Mishka like?
• Grandmaster hat

He fell on the grass

The story “He Fell on the Grass” tells about a nineteen-year-old youth, Mitya Korolev, who, due to a childhood leg injury, was not drafted into the army, but joined the militia. He is digging anti-tank ditches near Moscow together with his comrades: Leshka, Stepan Mikhalych, Seryozha Lyubomirov, Kazakh Baiseitov and others. At the end of work, when the militias are waiting for the arrival Soviet army, suddenly they are attacked by German tanks. The surviving Mitya and Baiseitov get to their troops. The young man returns to Moscow and enrolls in a partisan detachment.

Today and daily

The story "Today and Daily" tells about the clown Nikolai Vetrov, who can make even the weakest circus program magnificent. But in real life the artist is not easy and uncomfortable. His beloved woman meets with another person, and the clown understands that parting is ahead. Having gathered with friends in a restaurant, the circus performer expresses the idea of ​​his own mission - to bring joy, laughter to children despite life's failures. He meets the aerial acrobat Irina, who performs complex numbers. However, during the performance of the trick, the girl breaks and dies. Nikolai leaves for the circus in Vladivostok.

The stories about Denisk have been translated into many languages ​​of the world and even into Japanese. Victor Dragunsky wrote a sincere and cheerful preface to the Japanese collection: “I was born quite a long time ago and quite far, one might even say, in another part of the world. As a child, I loved to fight and never let myself be offended. As you can imagine, my hero was Tom Sawyer, and never, by any means, Sid. I'm sure you share my point of view. At school, I studied, frankly, it doesn’t matter ... From the very early childhood I fell in love with the circus and still love it to this day. I was a clown. About the circus, I wrote the story "Today and daily." In addition to the circus, I really love little children. I write about children and for children. This is my whole life, its meaning.

"Deniska's stories" are funny stories with a sensitive vision of important details, they are instructive, but without moralizing. If you have not read them yet, start with the most touching stories and the story "Childhood Friend" is best suited for this role.

Deniskin Stories: Childhood Friend

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

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

- Go-o-tov!

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

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

I told dad

- Dad, buy me a pear!

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

I laughed.

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

- Why you asking? Dad said.

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

- How much is such a pear? Dad asked.

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

"You're crazy, brother," said dad. - Get over somehow without a pear. Nothing will happen to you. And he got dressed and went to work. And I was offended at him for the fact that he refused me so with a laugh. And my mother immediately noticed that I was offended, and immediately said:

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

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

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

She threw it on my sofa and said:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

About the author.
Victor Dragunsky lived a long, interesting life. But not everyone knows that before becoming a writer, in his early youth he changed many occupations and at the same time excelled in each: a turner, a saddler, an actor, a director, an author of small plays, a “red” clown in the arena of the Moscow circus. With the same respect, he treated any work that he did in his life. He loved children very much, and the children were drawn to him, feeling in him a kind elder comrade and friend. When he was an actor, he willingly performed in front of children, usually in the role of Santa Claus during the winter holidays. He was kind cheerful person but irreconcilable to injustice and lies.

Viktor Yuzefovich Dragunsky is a man of amazing destiny. He was born on November 30, 1913 in New York to a family of emigrants from Russia. However, already in 1914, shortly before the outbreak of the First World War, the family returned back and settled in Gomel, where Dragunsky spent his childhood. Together with his stepfather, actor Mikhail Rubin, at the age of ten, he began performing on provincial stages: he recited couplets, tapped and parodied. In his youth, he worked as a boatman on the Moscow River, as a turner at a factory, and as a saddler in a sports workshop. By a happy coincidence, in 1930, Viktor Dragunsky entered the literary and theater workshop of Alexei Diky, and here begins interesting stage biographies - acting. In 1935 he began performing as an actor. Since 1940, he has been publishing feuilletons and humorous stories, writing songs, interludes, clownery, and scenes for the stage and circus. During the Great Patriotic War, Dragunsky was in the militia, and then performed at the fronts with concert brigades. For a little over a year he worked as a clown in the circus, but returned to the theater again. At the Theater of the Film Actor, he organized an ensemble of literary and theatrical parody, uniting young underemployed actors in the amateur troupe "Blue Bird". Dragunsky played several roles in films. He was almost fifty when his books for children with strange names began to appear: “Twenty Years Under the Bed”, “No Bang, No Bang”, “Professor of Sour Soup” ... Dragunsky's first Deniska stories instantly became popular. Books from this series were printed in large numbers.

However, Viktor Dragunsky wrote prose works for adults as well. In 1961, the story "He Fell on the Grass" was published about the very first days of the war. In 1964, the story "Today and Daily" was published, telling about the life of circus workers. Main character this book is a clown.

Viktor Yuzefovich Dragunsky died in Moscow on May 6, 1972. The writing dynasty of the Dragunskys was continued by his son Denis, who became quite a successful writer, and his daughter Ksenia Dragunskaya, a brilliant children's writer and playwright.

A close friend of Dragunsky, children's poet Yakov Akim once said: “A young person needs all vitamins, including all moral vitamins. Vitamins of kindness, nobility, honesty, decency, courage. All these vitamins were given generously and talentedly to our children by Viktor Dragunsky.

Viktor Dragunsky.

Denis' stories.

"He's alive and glowing..."

One evening I was sitting in the yard, near the sand, and waiting for my mother. She probably lingered at the institute, or 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 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 ...

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

I say:

- He's screwed on you.

- You'll glue it!

I even got angry.

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

And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:

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

And he handed me a box of matches. I took 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?

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

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

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

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

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

- Well, how is your dump truck?

And I said:

- I, mother, changed it.

Mom said:

- Interesting! And for what?

I 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 what, exactly, is it better?

I said:

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

Gotta have a sense of humor

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.

Then Mishka says:

- Did you write?

I say:

- You check my notebook, - says Mishka, - and I check yours.

And we exchanged notebooks.

And as soon as I saw that Mishka had written, I immediately began to laugh.

I look, and Mishka is also rolling, he’s turned blue.

I say:

- What are you, Mishka, rolling?

- I'm rolling, what did you write off wrong! What are you?

I say:

- And I'm the same, only about you. Look, you wrote: "Moses have come." Who are these “moses”?

The bear blushed.

- Moses are probably frosts. And you wrote: "Natal winter." What is this?

“Yes,” I said, “not “natal,” but “arrived.” You can't write anything, you have to rewrite. It's all the lemurs' fault.

And we started rewriting. And when they rewrote, I said:

Let's set tasks!

“Come on,” Mishka said.

At this time, dad came. He said:

Hello fellow students...

And sat down at the table.

I said:

- Here, dad, listen to what task I will set for Mishka: here I have two apples, and there are three of us, how to divide them among us equally?

Mishka immediately pouted and began to think. Dad didn't pout, but he thought too. They thought for a long time.

I then said:

Are you giving up, Mishka?

Mishka said:

- I give up!

I said:

- So that we all get equally, it is necessary to cook compote from these apples. - And he began to laugh: - It was Aunt Mila who taught me! ..

The bear pouted even more. Then dad narrowed his eyes and said:

– And since you are so cunning, Denis, let me give you a task.

“Let’s ask,” I said.

Dad walked around the room.

“Listen,” Dad said. One boy is in first grade "B". His family consists of five people. Mom gets up at seven o'clock and spends ten minutes getting dressed. But dad brushes his teeth for five minutes. Grandma goes to the store as much as mom gets dressed plus dad brushes his teeth. And grandfather reads newspapers, how much grandmother goes to the store minus what time mother gets up.

When they're all together, they start waking up this first class "B" boy. It takes time to read grandpa's papers plus grandma's grocery shopping.

When a boy from first class "B" wakes up, he stretches for as long as mom gets dressed plus dad brushes his teeth. And he washes, how many grandfather's newspapers, divided by grandmother. He's late for class by as many minutes as he stretches plus he washes himself minus his mother's getting up multiplied by his father's teeth.

The question is: who is this boy from the first "B" and what threatens him if this continues? All!

Then dad stopped in the middle of the room and began to look at me. And Mishka laughed at the top of his lungs and began to look at me too. They both looked at me and laughed.

I said:

– I can’t solve this problem right away, because we haven’t gone through it yet.

And I didn’t say another word, but left the room, because I immediately guessed that the answer to this problem would turn out to be a lazy person and that such a person would soon be expelled from school. I went out of the room into the corridor and climbed behind the hanger and began to think that if this is a task about me, then this is not true, because I always get up pretty quickly and stretch for very little, just as much as necessary. And I also thought that if dad wants to invent me so much, then please, I can leave the house straight to the virgin lands. There will always be work there, people are needed there, especially young people. I will conquer nature there, and dad will come with a delegation to Altai, see me, and I will stop for a minute and say:

And he will say:

"Hi from your mom..."

And I will say:

“Thank you… How is she doing?”

And he will say:

"Nothing".

And I will say:

“She must have forgotten her only son?”

And he will say:

“What are you, she lost thirty-seven kilos! That's how bored!"

- Oh, there he is! What are those eyes you have? Have you taken this task personally?

He picked up his coat and hung it up in its place, and went on to say:

“I made it all up. There is no such boy in the world, not like in your class!

And dad took my hands and pulled me out from behind the hanger.

Then he looked at me intently again and smiled:

“You need to have a sense of humor,” he told me, and his eyes became cheerful, cheerful. - But this is funny task, truth? Well! Laugh!

And I laughed.

And he too.

And we went to the room.

Glory to Ivan Kozlovsky

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. In the morning I showed it to Raisa Ivanovna, and there, in the very middle of the blot! Where did she come from? She wasn't there yesterday! Maybe it leaked from some other page? Don't know…