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Adventures of Pencil and Samodelkin on the "Dryndolet"

INTRODUCTION, which, however, could not have been

Two little friends lived in one big and beautiful city. One was named Pencil. I think there is no such person in the world who, at least out of the corner of his ear, has not heard about the magical artist Pencil. But if, nevertheless, there is such an ignoramus, then please, I will tell him about an extraordinary artist. The fact is that the Pencil is a real magician. He knows how to draw animated pictures. Instead of a nose, he has a magic pencil. If you need a real racing bike, you just ask a kind artist, and he will immediately draw the fastest bike in the world for you. And if you want a big sweet cake, then the wizard will not refuse you: one or two and it's ready, next to you on the table is a huge, fragrant and tasty cake.

The Pencil has a friend - the iron master Samodelkin. He does not know how to draw live pictures, but he knows how to do what a magical artist cannot do at all - tinkering, sawing, planing and repairing. And he does all this himself, with his own hands. Pencil and Samodelkin live in the Magic School, where they teach three little kids magic and kindness. The guys' names are Prutik, Chizhik and Nastenka. The guys are very fond of Pencil and Samodelkin and they like to study at the Magic School. And all because the lessons in this amazing school are also amazing. Well, where else have you seen a lesson in rattling or a lesson in laughter and joy?! And in the Magic School there are such lessons. But the most beloved and incredible of them is the Extraordinary Journey Lesson. Do you know why guys love him more than others? Because it takes place not in the classroom, but in the most unthinkable places - in Africa, in the Sahara Desert, at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean and even at the North Pole.

Pencil and Samodelkin have a learned friend, Professor Pykhtelkin, a famous geographer. Every time travelers get ready to go, they invite a scientist along with them. The professor knows so much that it's amazing how it all fits in his head.

He constantly tells the children about unusual people and animals, plants and insects, fish and birds. But, in addition to friends, Pencil and Samodelkin also have enemies. These are insidious robbers - the pirate Bul-Bul and his assistant spy Hole.

They are very nasty and greedy robbers who do not want to work and constantly dream of wealth. Once, a long time ago, they wanted to kidnap a magical artist and force him to draw whatever they want, but the pirates did not succeed, and since then they have been scouring the world in search of treasure. And now, if you want to know the most incredible story that recently happened to Pencil and Samodelkin, quickly open the next page, and you will find yourself in the thick of things along with little wizards.

CHAPTER 1 Homemade astronomer. Amazing news. Dryndolet.

A golden moon emerged from the black sky and hung right over the house where Pencil and Samodelkin lived. All the inhabitants of the Magic School were already asleep - everyone except Samodelkin. The iron master took out a huge telescope from the closet and, sitting in an armchair, began to look at the moon. The iron man admired the night luminary for three hours, and then, having hidden the telescope, he ran to the workshop. All night long, strange sounds were heard from the workshop of the famous master: something buzzed, creaked and rumbled. In the morning, when Pencil and his students woke up and sat down to breakfast, Samodelkin came out of the workshop, satisfied, but a little tired, and winked merrily at everyone.

- Good morning! How did you sleep? Samodelkin asked, sitting down in an armchair. “I didn’t sleep all night and made some things.

"I wonder what you did?" Pencil asked. - I heard some kind of roar and noise through a dream and decided that it was thunder and rain drumming on the steel roof of our house.

“I made a flying all-terrain vehicle,” Samodelkin said proudly.

– Wow, what is it? asked Prutik, stretching his neck.

“This is a machine that travels on the ground, on snow, on ice, swims under water, crawls underground and even flies through the air,” Samodelkin explained.

- Why do we need such a machine? - asked Nastenka.

- I decided to go on a space trip to the moon! - flashing his eyes, said Samodelkin. - If you want, I'll take you with me.

- As much as we want! the boys shouted in unison.

- I'll fly too! - jumped up from the chair Pencil. “I won’t let you go alone, you know.”

What will we name our spaceship? Samodelkin asked.

- I propose to call it "Dryndoleet", - the Pencil said cheerfully. - Since we are going on such an amazing journey, then our rocket should be called something unusual.

- Well, - Samodelkin laughed, - let it be "Dryndolet".

“When are we going to the moon?” Chizhik asked Samodelkin.

“Tomorrow morning,” the iron man replied. – Today we need to prepare everything necessary for the flight, refuel our “Dryndolet” with fuel and get ready for the road.

“Let’s call our friend, Professor Pykhtelkin,” suggested Prutik. - It will be more interesting for us to travel with him, because he is so smart and knows about everything in the world.

“There will be enough space in the Dryndolet for everyone,” Samodelkin jumped on the springs. - Come on, call the professor as soon as possible and run to collect things.

The whole day was spent in bustle and running. Everyone was minding their own business and preparing for the journey in their own way. Samodelkin refueled his miracle machine and checked the operation of all mechanisms. He twisted something, screwed it up and knocked with a hammer.

The pencil called Professor Pykhtelkin and persuaded the scientist to fly with everyone to the moon.

The guys ran around the house like mad and collected everything needed for space flight. Prutik was the most worried. He was afraid to forget something and therefore he put everything that came to his hand into a suitcase: a kettle, a fishing rod, a shovel, a rake, a copper basin, a saucepan, a pillow, a trough and much, much more. Seeing all this disgrace, Samodelkin ordered the boy to immediately shake it all out of the Dryndolet and take only the most necessary with him.

“What are you, we won’t take off if we have so many things!” Samodelkin clutched his head. - Well, tell me, why do you need a fishing rod on the moon? Where are you going to fish there?

- I looked at the lunar map, and it says that the moon is full of different seas and oceans. So I decided to take a bait.

“There really are a lot of seas on the Moon, but there’s just no water in them at all,” Samodelkin smiled.

- How is it - the seas and without water? asked Chizhik, who approached them. Are they dry, or what?

No, there was never any water there. There are bays, oceans, seas and even swamps on the Moon, but there was no water in them and there is not. It's just that scientists decided to name different parts of the moon that way. Clear?

“I don’t understand anything at all,” Nastenka shook her head.

“Well, now I don’t have time to explain to you, I’ll tell you later,” said Samodelkin.

By evening everything was ready for flight. Things were collected and placed in the cargo compartment of the Dryndoleta. Having rolled out the spacecraft into the courtyard of the Magic School, Samodelkin went to bed, and the guys with the Pencil walked around the miracle machine for a long time and looked at it from all sides.

“I wish I could find some lunar treasures on the moon!” Chizhik dreamed. “If people once lived on the Moon, we will surely find the treasures of ancient lunatics in the caves there.

- That's great! Prutik's eyes lit up. - I will definitely find the treasures and bring them to Earth. Do you know how famous I'll be then?! All the newspapers will write about me: "The famous traveler Prutik returned from a space trip with a lunar treasure." I will walk around the city all day and sign autographs.

“You are a little braggart,” Nastenka laughed. - You first find these treasures, and then brag.

Do you think I won't? How else can I find it!

“You won’t find it for anything,” said Chizhik to Prutik.

- And why is that?

“Because I’ll find them before you, and it’s me who will be shown on TV, not you!”

The boys argued so long and loudly which of them would find the lunar treasures first that they did not see or hear how someone was carefully watching them from behind thick thorny bushes and eavesdropping on their conversation.

CHAPTER 2 Night shadows. Secret conversation. Space rabbits.

Night has fallen on the city. Pencil and Samodelkin slept sweetly in their wooden beds, and they had magical dreams. The golden moon shone brightly over the city. Cats were meowing on the rooftops, the last trams were ringing somewhere far away, and in the dense thickets of wild rose, just a few meters from the spaceship, two terrible pirates were sitting and whispering about something. These were the old enemies of Pencil and Samodelkin - the fat red-bearded pirate Bul-Bul and the long-nosed spy Hole.

“I heard everything,” Hole hissed in Bulbul’s ear. “These bastards were going to fly on a space journey on that contraption,” the spy pointed with a crooked finger at Samodelkin's aircraft. “They said they were going to the moon with that nasty old man, Professor Pykhtelkin.

“What are they going to do there, on this moon?” asked the pirate Bul-Bul in surprise. What did they forget there?

– Where did they come from? the fat pirate Bulbul shrugged. “I heard somewhere that no one lives on the moon.

“Now no one lives, but earlier, a thousand years ago, lunatics lived there.

“Where did they go then?”

- The jester knows them, maybe they flew away somewhere or simply died out like mammoths. The main thing is that the treasures are intact and we got it.

“Well, since this is the case, we should also fly for lunar treasures,” said the red-bearded pirate Bul-Bul. “I won’t let any pencil cockroaches get them. They should be ours, period!

- That's right, dear captain! – spy Hole rubbed his hands happily. “That's why I brought you here. While these rascals are sleeping, we will slowly climb into the spaceship and hide there. And in the morning it turns out that they are flying to the moon with us. The main thing is that we are not found ahead of time.

Sticking their heads out of the bushes and making sure that no one could see them, the bandits crept up on tiptoe to the Dryndolet and, climbing up the iron ladder, began to unscrew the hatch.

- Wow, he's heavy! spy Hole puffed out. - Probably, Samodelkin specially made such a heavy hatch so that it would be harder for me to open it.

“Blames-ring,” said the lid and opened, pinching the unfortunate Hole's leg.

– Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Hole was about to shout, but Bulbul covered his mouth with his hand.

- Are you crazy, yelling like that? the fat pirate growled angrily. “Do you want Pencil and Samodelkin to wake up and catch us here?”

“No, I don’t want to, it’s just that a lid fell on my leg,” Hole groaned. - It's too painful for me.

“Try again, just shout to me!” Then I'll leave you here and fly alone to the moon, and all the lunar treasures will go to me alone, - Bul-Bul scared Hole.

- I'll be quiet, just don't leave me here, dear captain!

The robbers slipped through the open hatch and found themselves inside the Dryndolet. They looked around in confusion, but saw nothing.

“Wow, how dark it is here,” breathed the spy Hole. “Where can we hide so that we won’t be found in the morning?”

The pirates turned on a small secret flashlight and moved to look for a safe haven. They walked for a long time and finally found what they were looking for.

“Look, some kind of small door! - Bulbul pointed with his finger. Let's dive in and see what's there.

The bandits opened a small iron door and slipped into the room. On the floor they saw scattered things, backpacks, bags. It was a compartment where travelers put everything they needed that could be useful to them on the road.

“Let's dig into things and hide there until tomorrow,” Bulbul suggested. “And in the morning, if we are not found, we will fly to the moon for treasure.”

The city clock struck exactly twelve. The little wizards were fast asleep and did not even suspect the insidious plans of the two terrible robbers. Now two space hares have settled on their Dryndoleet.

CHAPTER 3 Iron cock. famous geographer. Flight to the moon

“Ku-ka-re-ku! Ku-ka-re-ku!" - twice loudly sang ... an alarm clock. Yes, yes, it was the alarm clock that the master Samodelkin made.

“Maybe we can get some more sleep?” - Rubbing his sleepy eyes, offered the Pencil.

- Have you forgotten, we were going to fly to the moon today! - Samodelkin tinkled with springs. “We need to get up and get ready for the flight,” the iron man announced importantly.

The pencil, like a frog, jumped out of bed and ran to wake the guys, while Samodelkin, meanwhile, jumping around the house on his springs, did a thousand things at the same time: he cooked breakfast, called Professor Pykhtelkin, collected forgotten things and made beds. Two hours later everything was ready to fly.

"D-z-yin!" - there was a piercing call at the door.

“Yeah, the professor has arrived!” Pencil rejoiced. The magic artist opened the door and let the guest in.

Hello, Semyon Semyonovich! Prutik rejoiced. We missed you a lot. You haven't visited us in such a long time!

“I was leaving on an expedition to the Banana Islands,” said the geographer, smiling. “They found footprints of Bigfoot.” My friends and I wanted to capture this amazing creature and take it to the zoo.

- Well, did you get caught? Pencil asked.

“No, they couldn’t,” Semyon Semyonovich sighed sadly. - At the very last moment, when we almost overtook him, he bit my friend on the leg and fled into the thicket.

“You take me next time,” Chizhik asked. “No one has run away from me yet.

“Very well,” laughed the geographer, “another time you will come with me.”

“Well, okay,” Samodelkin rubbed his hands. - Once the whole team is assembled, you can fly. Our spaceship is waiting, everything is ready to take off.

The brave travelers went out into the courtyard and climbed into the aircraft, which Samodelkin had made, one by one.

Everything was fine, however, the iron man was a little surprised when he saw that the hatch, tightly closed yesterday, was open today. Samodelkin tightly screwed the hatch on the inside of the rocket. This was very important, since cosmic dust could get into the Dryndolet, and this would be harmful to the health of the astronauts.

- Attention! In a few minutes our spaceship will take off! – said Samodelkin loudly. “I ask everyone to take their seats and fasten their seat belts.

Pencil, Professor Pykhtelkin and the guys followed Samodelkin's orders and sat down in large leather armchairs. The iron man turned on the controls, a powerful motor roared and the Dryndolet soared into the blue sky, leaving only a fiery tail of flame behind it.

CHAPTER 4 Lunar swamps. Where has the air gone? Space rain.

The ship, cutting through the starry sky, flew swiftly towards the moon. The brave astronauts sat in comfortable chairs and looked through the thick glass of the porthole at the fabulously beautiful starry sky. Samodelkin controlled the flight with the help of special instruments. And Pencil with Professor Pykhtelkin told the children about space.

“The moon revolves around the earth because it is our satellite,” began Professor Pykhtelkin.

“And the Earth revolves around the Sun, because the Earth is a satellite of the Sun,” added the Pencil.

What other planets revolve around? Chizhik asked. – Around the Earth or around the Sun?

“Mars, Venus, Jupiter, Pluto, Saturn, Neptune, Uranus and Mercury revolve around our sun,” said the Pencil.

“Wow,” Nastenka was surprised. “I didn’t know there were so many different planets in space.

- What you! Professor Pykhtelkin laughed. – There are millions of planets in space, they are just very far from us, and we are unlikely to be able to fly to them.

Meanwhile, in the room where things were stacked, the robbers woke up.

“It seems we are already flying,” Hole said uncertainly.

- Excellent! Captain Bulbul rubbed his hands. So our plan worked. Samodelkin and his team flew into space with us. Now the most important thing is that they do not catch us ahead of time.

- That's right, we'd better wait a little, otherwise Samodelkin will deploy his rocket and land us on Earth. Then we will not see the lunar treasures as our own ears!

“Go spy, what are they doing there,” ordered the red-bearded pirate. – Find out how long it will take us to fly to the moon. And most importantly, steal us something to eat, otherwise I'm hungry.

Spy Hole cautiously opened the door and ran on tiptoe along the narrow long corridor towards the captain's cabin. Creeping up to the door. Hole quietly opened it and began to listen carefully to what the little astronauts were talking about.

- Semyon Semyonovich, do people live on the Moon? Prutik asked.

– No, unfortunately, there are no people on the Moon, – Professor Pykhtelkin replied. - And all because there is absolutely no air.

Is the moon as hot as the sun? Chizhik asked.

“No, the moon is cold,” said the Pencil. “Don't you know that the moon itself does not shine, but only reflects the sunlight.

The moon is so beautiful! - Nastenka said in a whisper.

“Ancient people thought that the Moon was golden, so they worshiped it like a deity,” continued Samodelkin.

– What interesting things can be seen there? Prutik inquired.

“Oh, a lot of interesting things,” the professor replied. - There are seas, oceans, mountains on the Moon, there are also craters, extinct volcanoes, caves and crevices, fallen meteorites, asteroids and even cometary dust. But the most incredible thing is that there you can jump to a height of several meters, and all because the moon has a very weak attraction.

- And what does it mean? Chizhik asked.

“That means you'll weigh six times less on the Moon than on Earth. If you want, you can jump fifteen meters up and not break, - Samodelkin explained.

– And what, on the Moon really there are seas and oceans? Prutik asked.

- Yes, - answered the Pencil, - I myself saw on the lunar map the Sea of ​​Clouds and the Sea of ​​Tranquility, the Sea of ​​Rains and the Ocean of Storms.

“That's right,” the professor agreed, “only there is no water in them at all, only cosmic dust.”

“Then why are they called ‘seas’?” Chizhik was surprised. Are there seas and oceans without water?

“There are people on the Moon,” answered Samodelkin. - And all because a long time ago, ancient scientists who looked at the moon through their telescopes, it seemed that there were seas. And one scientist even called two parts of the moon "swamps" - the Rotten Swamp and the Misty Swamp.

– And there are also lakes on the Moon, – Professor Pykhtelkin continued, – Lake of Dreams and Lake of Death.

- Shall we have lunch? suggested the magic artist Pencil. - And then I got hungry.

“Come on, let’s go,” the guys supported him.

The pencil went up to the steel wall and began to draw. Before everyone had time to come to their senses, vegetables, fruits, potatoes, bread, fried cutlets, ripe bananas and much more were already on the table. The pencil drew and sang a cheerful song:

My name is Pencil!
I am friendly with every kid.
One two three four five,
I can draw everything!

And all the guys, and all the guys
I'm happy to teach drawing!
But just remember: good
Only sharp pencils!

My name is Pencil!
I am friendly with inspiration
I really need the kids
And adults need it too!

Half an hour later, dinner was ready. Putting the "Dryndolet" on autopilot, Samodelkin sat down at the table along with the rest of the astronauts. During dinner, Professor Pykhtelkin continued his learned lecture.

Have you heard that it is very cold on the Moon at night?

“It’s cold everywhere at night, because the sun doesn’t warm,” Prutik replied. – It is also cold at night here on Earth.

- Yes, but it is especially cold on the Moon - one hundred and fifty degrees, - said Semyon Semyonovich. “If we don’t put on spacesuits, we’ll turn into snowmen.”

- And if we arrive on the moon not at night, but during the day? Prutik asked. “Then we won’t freeze?”

“But it’s very hot on the Moon during the day,” Samodelkin answered. - More than a hundred degrees, there is no such heat even in Africa.

- How are we going to walk on the moon, if it is so hot during the day and terribly cold at night? - asked Nastenka.

“To do this, I built a special device into our spacecraft, with the help of which we can safely walk on the moon and we will not be either hot or cold.

How are we going to talk there? asked Professor Pykhtelkin.

What does "how" mean? Pencil didn't understand. - As we used to say, we will talk on the Moon - with tongue and lips.

“But there is absolutely no air in there!” exclaimed the learned professor.

So what if there is no air? Pencil shrugged.

- Like "so what"? Have you forgotten that sounds are transmitted only through the air, and if it is not on the Moon, then we will not hear each other.

“Are you saying that if I say something to Samodelkin, he won’t hear me?” – the magic artist was surprised.

- That's it, my dear Pencil! Semyon Semyonovich smiled. - Even if you stand close, close to Samodelkin and shout in his ear, then your iron friend will not hear anything.

“It’s okay,” Samodelkin reassured everyone. “I’ll make tiny headphones so we can hear each other even if we get lost.”

- That's great! Chizhik rejoiced. - So, on the Moon you can not only jump like a frog for several meters, but also scream at the top of your lungs, and no one will scold you for it, because my scream will still not be heard!

“I didn’t know before that so many different miracles happen on the Moon,” said Nastenka.

It would be nice to live on the moon! - Prutik said dreamily. “It’s just a pity that there is no air at all.

- Professor, tell me, why is there no air on the moon? - asked Nastenka. – Where did he go? Or was it never there?

“Once, a long time ago, there was both air and water on the moon, but then the air gradually evaporated, and the water evaporated.

“Why did the lunar air fly away?” Prutik was surprised.

“Because the moon is very small,” the professor explained. - And the smaller the planet, the more difficult it is for it to keep air and water near it. And all because on small planets there is a very weak attraction.

– So, our Earth has so much air and water because it attracts them? Chizhik asked.

- Yes, my boy. If our Earth does not attract them, then the air will evaporate, and the water will evaporate and they will not return again, - answered Semyon Semyonovich.

“But it would be nice if our Earth was a little closer to the Sun,” said Nastenka. Then we wouldn't have winter.

“If the sun comes a little closer to our planet, then a terrible thing will happen,” Professor Pykhtelkin clutched his head.

– What will happen? Samodelkin asked.

- Then the water in the seas and oceans will boil, as if in a saucepan, and the trees will flare up like torches.

“Well, then we will start to get so cold that the water in the seas will freeze to the very bottom, along with all the fish and whales,” replied Professor Pykhtelkin. - Yes, the whole Earth will be covered with a thick layer of ice that does not melt even in summer. And in general, on all planets the weather is different, on some it’s hot, on others it’s cold, and somewhere it’s just right, like on our Earth, for example.

Is it true that a day on the moon lasts two weeks? Prutik asked.

"True," the professor nodded.

- And the night? Chizhik asked.

The night also lasts exactly two weeks.

Suddenly, something hit the wall of the spaceship: “Bang! Wow! Boo! One after another, attacks on the Dryndoleet rained down from all sides.

The spaceship shuddered, dishes fell from the table with a terrible roar. Frightened astronauts jumped out of their chairs and darted around the room.

“Oh mommy, what happened?” - shouted Nastenka. - Samodelochkin, what is it?

“Calm down,” said the iron master.

He jumped to the control panel of the spaceship and pressed some kind of lever. The blows immediately stopped.

- What is it? What happened? - travelers bombarded the captain with questions.

“Don't worry,” Samodelkin replied, “it's a meteor shower.

- Rain? What is this rain? Chizhik was surprised.

“A meteor shower is when a rocket meets in space with small and large stones that fly like flocks of birds between planets and stars,” Samodelkin explained.

Why did it stop so quickly? asked Nastenka Samodelkina.

- I turned on one special device, and now we are not afraid of meteorites. Space rocks are now flying next to our ship without hitting it.

“Come here, everyone!” - the professor called everyone to the large porthole. Look how beautiful this meteor shower is.

The pencil with the guys went up to the large glass window and enthusiastically began to observe the amazing cosmic phenomenon.

Spy Hole, who had been carefully eavesdropping under the door all this time, saw that all the travelers had moved away from the table and were looking at the flight of space stones, quietly opened the door, crept up to the dining table and began to stuff everything that came to hand into his bosom. Hole did not forget about the bottle of sparkling water that stood in the center of the table. Then, just as quietly, the robber returned to the door and slipped out into the corridor. None of the travelers noticed him, because everyone peered with interest into the starry space abyss, full of mysteries and secrets.

CHAPTER ONE, in which you can eat a painted candy and fly on a fresh cucumber

In one big city, on a very beautiful street called Jolly Bells Street, there was a big, big toy store.

Once in the store, someone sneezed!

There is nothing surprising in this if the seller who showed the toys to the guys sneezed. If some small buyer sneezed, this is also not surprising. Only the seller and the small buyer have nothing to do with it. I know who sneezed in the toy store! No one will believe me at first, but I'll say it anyway.

Box sneezed! Yes Yes! Box for colored pencils. She lay in the toy warehouse among large and small boxes and boxes. On it were printed bright letters:

COLOR PENCILS "LITTLE WIZARD".

But that's not all. There was another box next to it. This box was called:

MECHANICAL DESIGNER "MASTER SAMODELKIN".

And so, when the first box sneezed, the other said:

Be healthy!

Then the elegant lid on the first box lifted a little, fell to the side, and under it was a small one and only pencil. But what a pencil! Not a simple pencil, not a colored pencil, but the most unusual, amazing pencil!

Look at him please. Really funny?

The pencil approached the mechanical "designer", knocked on the wooden lid and asked:

Who's there?

It's me! Master Samodelkin! - I heard the answer. - Help me, please, get out. I just can't!.. - And in the box something seemed to thunder and rang.

Then the Pencil pulled the lid towards him, pushed it aside and peered over the edge of the box. Among various shiny screws and nuts, metal plates, gears, springs and wheels sat a strange iron man. He jumped out of the box like a spring, swayed on thin funny legs that were made of springs, and began to look at the Pencil.

Who are you? he asked in surprise.

Me...? I'm a magical artist! My name is Pencil. I can draw live pictures.

And what does it mean - live pictures?

Well, if you want, I'll draw a bird. She will immediately come to life and fly away. I can also draw candy. It can be eaten...

Not true! exclaimed Samodelkin. - It doesn't happen! - And laughed. - Can not be!

Wizards never lie, - Pencil was offended.

Come on, draw an airplane! Let's see what kind of magician you are, if you're telling the truth.

Airplane! I don’t know what an airplane is,” Pencil admitted. - I'd rather draw a carrot. Want?

I don't need carrots! Have you never seen airplanes? That's just funny!

The pencil got a little offended again.

Please don't laugh. If you've seen everything, tell me about the plane. What does it look like, what does the plane look like? And I'll draw it. In my box is an album of pictures to color in. There are printed houses, birds, carrots, cucumbers, sweets, horses, chickens, chickens, cats, dogs. There is nothing else! No planes!

Samodelkin jumped up and rang his springs:

Oh, what uninteresting pictures in your book! Okay! I'll show you the plane. It looks like a big, big long cucumber with wings. I will make a model of the aircraft from the "constructor".

Samodelkin immediately jumped into the box.

He rattled metal plates, he looked for the necessary screws, gears, he twisted them where necessary, deftly worked with a screwdriver, banged with a hammer - knock-knock-knock! - and sang this song all the time:

I can do everything myself, And I do not believe in miracles! Myself! Myself! Myself!

And the Pencil took colored pencils out of his pocket, thought and thought and drew a cucumber. Fresh, green, in pimples. Then I painted wings on it.

Hey, Samodelkin! called Pencil. - Go here! I drew an airplane.

Just a minute, said the master. - I just need to attach a propeller - and the plane will be ready. We take a screw, put on a propeller ... Knock-it once, twice ... Well, that's all! Look what planes are!

Samodelkin jumped out of the box, and he had a plane in his hands. Just like the real one! I won't say anything about this plane. Because all the guys saw the planes. I have never seen one Pencil. He said:

Oh, how well you drew!

Well, what are you, - the master smiled. - I can not draw. I made a plane from the "constructor".

And then Samodelkin saw a cucumber, a fresh green cucumber.

Where did you get the cucumber? he wondered.

This... this is my plane...

Master Samodelkin trembled with all his springs, rang, laughed loudly, loudly.

That's what a mocker Samodelkin! He laughs and laughs, as if someone is tickling him, and he just can't stop.

The pencil is very offended. He immediately drew a cloud on the wall. A real rain came out of the cloud. He soaked Samodelkin from head to toe, and he stopped laughing.

Brrr…” he said. Where did this nasty rain come from? I m-might rust!

Why are you laughing? shouted Pencil. - You yourself spoke about the cucumber!

Oh, I can't! Oh, don't make me laugh, otherwise I'll unscrew ... Well, the plane! Why did you stick chicken feathers in a cucumber! Ha ha ha! This plane is not going anywhere!

And here it will fly! The wings will fly and the plane will fly.

Well, where is the engine on your plane? Where is the steering wheel? Planes can't fly without a rudder and motor!

Get on my plane! I'll show you whether they fly or not, - said Pencil and sat on horseback

In one big city, on a very beautiful street called Jolly Bells Street, there was a big, big toy store.

Once in the store, someone sneezed!

There is nothing surprising in this if the seller who showed the toys to the guys sneezed. If some small buyer sneezed, this is also not surprising. Only the seller and the small buyer have nothing to do with it. I know who sneezed in the toy store! No one will believe me at first, but I'll say it anyway.

Box sneezed! Yes Yes! Box for colored pencils. She lay in the toy warehouse among large and small boxes and boxes. On it were printed bright letters:

COLOR PENCILS "LITTLE WIZARD".

But that's not all. There was another box next to it. This box was called:

MECHANICAL DESIGNER "MASTER SAMODELKIN".

And so, when the first box sneezed, the other said:

Be healthy!

Then the elegant lid on the first box lifted a little, fell to the side, and under it was a small one and only pencil. But what a pencil! Not a simple pencil, not a colored pencil, but the most unusual, amazing pencil!

Look at him please. Really funny?

The pencil approached the mechanical "designer", knocked on the wooden lid and asked:

Who's there?

It's me! Master Samodelkin! - I heard the answer. - Help me, please, get out. I just can't!.. - And in the box something seemed to thunder and rang.

Then the Pencil pulled the lid towards him, pushed it aside and peered over the edge of the box. Among various shiny screws and nuts, metal plates, gears, springs and wheels sat a strange iron man. He jumped out of the box like a spring, swayed on thin funny legs that were made of springs, and began to look at the Pencil.

Who are you? he asked in surprise.

Me...? I'm a magical artist! My name is Pencil. I can draw live pictures.

And what does it mean - live pictures?

Well, if you want, I'll draw a bird. She will immediately come to life and fly away. I can also draw candy. It can be eaten...

Not true! exclaimed Samodelkin. - It doesn't happen! - And laughed. - Can not be!

Wizards never lie, - Pencil was offended.

Come on, draw an airplane! Let's see what kind of magician you are, if you're telling the truth.

Airplane! I don’t know what an airplane is,” Pencil admitted. - I'd rather draw a carrot. Want?

I don't need carrots! Have you never seen airplanes? That's just funny!

The pencil got a little offended again.

Please don't laugh. If you've seen everything, tell me about the plane. What does it look like, what does the plane look like? And I'll draw it. In my box is an album of pictures to color in. There are printed houses, birds, carrots, cucumbers, sweets, horses, chickens, chickens, cats, dogs. There is nothing else! No planes!

Samodelkin jumped up and rang his springs:

Oh, what uninteresting pictures in your book! Okay! I'll show you the plane. It looks like a big, big long cucumber with wings. I will make a model of the aircraft from the "constructor".

Samodelkin immediately jumped into the box.

He rattled metal plates, he looked for the necessary screws, gears, he twisted them where necessary, deftly worked with a screwdriver, banged with a hammer - knock-knock-knock! - and sang this song all the time:

I can do everything myself

And I don't believe in miracles!

Myself! Myself! Myself!

And the Pencil took colored pencils out of his pocket, thought and thought and drew a cucumber. Fresh, green, in pimples. Then I painted wings on it.

Hey, Samodelkin! called Pencil. - Go here! I drew an airplane.

Just a minute, said the master. - I just need to attach a propeller - and the plane will be ready. We take a screw, put on a propeller ... Knock-it once, twice ... Well, that's all! Look what planes are!

Samodelkin jumped out of the box, and he had a plane in his hands. Just like the real one! I won't say anything about this plane. Because all the guys saw the planes. I have never seen one Pencil. He said:

Oh, how well you drew!

Well, what are you, - the master smiled. - I can not draw. I made a plane from the "constructor".

And then Samodelkin saw a cucumber, a fresh green cucumber.

Where did you get the cucumber? he wondered.

This... this is my plane...

Master Samodelkin trembled with all his springs, rang, laughed loudly, loudly.

That's what a mocker Samodelkin! He laughs and laughs, as if someone is tickling him, and he just can't stop.

The pencil is very offended. He immediately drew a cloud on the wall. A real rain came out of the cloud. He soaked Samodelkin from head to toe, and he stopped laughing.

Brrr…” he said. Where did this nasty rain come from? I m-might rust!

Why are you laughing? shouted Pencil. - You yourself spoke about the cucumber!

Oh, I can't! Oh, don't make me laugh, otherwise I'll unscrew ... Well, the plane! Why did you stick chicken feathers in a cucumber! Ha ha ha! This plane is not going anywhere!

And here it will fly! The wings will fly and the plane will fly.

Well, where is the engine on your plane? Where is the steering wheel? Planes can't fly without a rudder and motor!

Get on my plane! I'll show you whether they fly or not, - said Pencil and sat astride a cucumber.

Samodelkin from laughter downright fell on the cucumber.

At that moment, the wind blew through the open window, suddenly the wings flapped, the cucumber shuddered and took off like a real plane.

Ay! cried Pencil and Samodelkin together.

“Fuck! Boom!.."

It's a fresh cucumber, a real green cucumber, flew out the window and fell to the ground.

Indeed. The plane had no rudder. Is it possible to fly without a rudder? Of course not. This is where the plane crashed. The wings flew off to the side. They were picked up by the wind and carried to the roof of the house.

Samodelkin rattled like an empty iron can. But he didn't get hurt. He's made of iron! He was just a little scared. He never had to fly.

You are a real wizard! exclaimed Samodelkin. - Even I can't make live pictures!

How are we going to get back into our boxes now? Pencil sighed, rubbing the bump on his forehead.

And it is not necessary! Samodelkin waved his hands. - It's tight in there! Dark! I want to run, jump, ride, fly! Draw a new plane! We will travel! You and I will see real planes! We'll all see!

But for some reason, the Pencil did not want to fly anymore.

I'd rather draw horses.

And the Pencil on the white wall of the house drew two very good horses. They had soft saddles and beautiful bridles with bright gold stars.

The painted horses first waved their tails, then neighed merrily and, as if nothing had happened, moved away from the wall.

Samodelkin opened his mouth and sat down on the ground. This is what they do when they are very, very surprised at something.

You are a great wizard! exclaimed Samodelkin. - There's no way I can do that!

In one big city, on a very beautiful street called Jolly Bells Street, there was a big, big toy store.

Once in the store, someone sneezed!

There is nothing surprising in this if the seller who showed the toys to the guys sneezed. If some small buyer sneezed, this is also not surprising. Only the seller and the small buyer have nothing to do with it. I know who sneezed in the toy store! At first no one believed me, but I'll say it anyway.

Box sneezed! Yes Yes! Box for colored pencils. She lay in the toy warehouse among large and small boxes and boxes. On it were printed bright letters:

Colored pencils "Little Wizard"

But that's not all. There was another box next to it. This box is called:

Mechanical designer "Master Samodelkin"

And so, when the first box sneezed, the other said:

- Be healthy!

Then the elegant lid on the first box lifted a little, fell to the side, and under it was a small one and only pencil. But what a pencil! Not a simple pencil, not a colored pencil, but the most unusual, amazing pencil!

Look at him please. Really funny?

The pencil approached the mechanical "designer", knocked on the wooden lid and asked:

- Who's there?

- It's me! Master Samodelkin! came the answer. Help me get out, please. I just can’t!.. - And in the box something seemed to thunder and rang.

Then the Pencil pulled the lid towards him, pushed it aside and peered over the edge of the box. Among various shiny screws and nuts, metal plates, gears, springs and wheels sat a strange iron man. He jumped out of the box like a spring, swayed on thin funny legs that were made of springs, and began to look at the Pencil.

- Who are you? he asked in surprise.

– Me?… I am a magic artist! My name is Pencil. I can draw live pictures.

- What does it mean - live pictures?

- Well, if you want, I'll draw a bird. She will immediately come to life and fly away. I can also draw candy. It can be eaten...

- Not true! Samodelkin exclaimed. - It doesn't happen! And he laughed. - Can not be!

“Wizards never lie,” said the Pencil, offended.

- Come on, draw a plane! Let's see what kind of magician you are, if you're telling the truth.

- Airplane! I don’t know what an airplane is,” Pencil admitted. - I'd rather draw a carrot. Want?

I don't need carrots! Have you never seen airplanes? That's just funny!

The pencil got a little offended again.

- Please don't laugh. If you've seen everything, tell me about the plane. What does it look like, what does the plane look like? And I'll draw it. In my box is an album of pictures to color in. There are printed houses, birds, carrots, cucumbers, sweets, horses, chickens, chickens, cats, dogs. There is nothing else! No planes!

Samodelkin jumped up and rang his springs:

– Oh, what uninteresting pictures in your book! Okay! I'll show you the plane. It looks like a big, big long cucumber with wings. I will make a model of the aircraft from the "constructor".

Samodelkin immediately jumped into the box.

He rattled metal plates, he looked for the necessary screws, gears, he twisted them where necessary, deftly worked with a screwdriver, pounded with a hammer - knock-knock-knock! - and sang this song all the time:

I can do everything myself

And I don't believe in miracles!

Myself! Myself! Myself!

And the Pencil took colored pencils out of his pocket, thought and thought and drew a cucumber. Fresh, green, in pimples. Then I painted wings on it.

- Hey, Samodelkin! Called Pencil. - Go here! I drew an airplane.

“Just a minute,” said the master. - I just need to attach a propeller - and the plane will be ready. We take a screw, put on a propeller ... Let's knock one, two ... Well, that's all! Look what planes are!

Samodelkin jumped out of the box, and he had a plane in his hands. Just like the real one! I won't say anything about this plane. Because all the guys saw the planes. I have never seen one Pencil. He said:

- Oh, how well you drew!

- Well, you, - the master smiled. - I can not draw. I made a plane from the "constructor".

And then Samodelkin saw a cucumber, a fresh green cucumber.

- Where did you get the cucumber? he wondered.

- This is ... this is my plane ...

Master Samodelkin trembled with all his springs, laughed loudly.

That's what a mocker Samodelkin! He laughs and laughs, as if someone is tickling him, and he just can't stop.

The pencil is very offended. He immediately drew a cloud on the wall. A real rain came out of the cloud. He soaked Samodelkin from head to toe, and he stopped laughing.

“Brrr…” he said. Where did this nasty rain come from? I m-may rust!

- Why are you laughing? shouted Pencil. - You yourself spoke about the cucumber!

- Oh, I can't! Oh, don't make me laugh, otherwise I'll unscrew ... Well, the plane! Why did you stick chicken feathers in a cucumber! Ha ha ha! This plane is not going anywhere!

- And here it will fly! The wings will fly and the plane will fly.

- Well, where is the engine on your plane? Where is the steering wheel? Planes can't fly without a rudder and a motor!

Get on my plane! I'll show you whether they fly or not, - said Pencil and sat astride a cucumber.

Samodelkin from laughter downright fell on the cucumber. At that moment, the wind blew through the open window, suddenly the wings flapped, the cucumber shuddered and took off like a real plane.

- Ayy! - Pencil and Samodelkin shouted together.

“Fuck! Boom!.."

It's a fresh cucumber, a real green cucumber, flew out the window and fell to the ground.

Indeed. The plane had no rudder. Is it possible to fly without a rudder? Of course not. This is where the plane crashed. The wings flew off to the side. They were picked up by the wind and carried to the roof of the house.

Samodelkin rattled like an empty iron can. But he didn't get hurt. He's made of iron! He was just a little scared. He never had to fly.

You are a real magician! Samodelkin exclaimed. “Even I can’t make live pictures!”

How are we going to get back to our boxes now? Pencil sighed, rubbing the bump on his forehead.

- And it is not necessary! Samodelkin waved his hands. - It's tight in there! Dark! I want to run, jump, ride, fly! Draw a new plane! We will travel! You and I will see real planes! We will see everything in the world!

But for some reason, the Pencil did not want to fly anymore.

- I'd rather draw horses.

And the Pencil on the white wall drew two very good horses. They had soft saddles and beautiful bridles with bright gold stars.

The painted horses first waved their tails, then neighed merrily and, as if nothing had happened, moved away from the wall.

Samodelkin opened his mouth and sat down on the ground. This is what they do when they are very, very surprised at something.

You are a great wizard! Samodelkin exclaimed. “There’s no way I can do that!”

“It’s time for us to go,” Pencil said modestly, pleased with the praise. “Choose your horse and sit down,” he suggested.

Samodelkin liked the white horse more. The artist got the redhead.

They got on their horses and went to travel.

Yuri Druzhkov

Adventures of Pencil and Samodelkin

true fairy tale

Chapter first,

in which you can eat a painted candy and fly on a fresh cucumber

In one big city, on a very beautiful street called Jolly Bells Street, there was a big, big toy store.

Once in the store, someone sneezed!

There is nothing surprising in this if the seller who showed the toys to the guys sneezed. If some small buyer sneezed, this is also not surprising. Only the seller and the small buyer have nothing to do with it. I know who sneezed in the toy store! At first no one believed me, but I'll say it anyway.

Box sneezed! Yes Yes! Box for colored pencils. She lay in the toy warehouse among large and small boxes and boxes. On it were printed bright letters:

Colored pencils "Little Wizard"

But that's not all. There was another box next to it. This box is called:

Mechanical designer "Master Samodelkin"

And so, when the first box sneezed, the other said:

- Be healthy!

Then the elegant lid on the first box lifted a little, fell to the side, and under it was a small one and only pencil. But what a pencil! Not a simple pencil, not a colored pencil, but the most unusual, amazing pencil!

Look at him please. Really funny?

The pencil approached the mechanical "designer", knocked on the wooden lid and asked:

- Who's there?

- It's me! Master Samodelkin! came the answer. Help me get out, please. I just can’t!.. - And in the box something seemed to thunder and rang.

Then the Pencil pulled the lid towards him, pushed it aside and peered over the edge of the box. Among various shiny screws and nuts, metal plates, gears, springs and wheels sat a strange iron man. He jumped out of the box like a spring, swayed on thin funny legs that were made of springs, and began to look at the Pencil.

- Who are you? he asked in surprise.

– Me?… I am a magic artist! My name is Pencil. I can draw live pictures.

- What does it mean - live pictures?

- Well, if you want, I'll draw a bird. She will immediately come to life and fly away. I can also draw candy. It can be eaten...

- Not true! Samodelkin exclaimed. - It doesn't happen! And he laughed. - Can not be!

“Wizards never lie,” said the Pencil, offended.

- Come on, draw a plane! Let's see what kind of magician you are, if you're telling the truth.

- Airplane! I don’t know what an airplane is,” Pencil admitted. - I'd rather draw a carrot. Want?

I don't need carrots! Have you never seen airplanes? That's just funny!

The pencil got a little offended again.

- Please don't laugh. If you've seen everything, tell me about the plane. What does it look like, what does the plane look like? And I'll draw it. In my box is an album of pictures to color in. There are printed houses, birds, carrots, cucumbers, sweets, horses, chickens, chickens, cats, dogs. There is nothing else! No planes!

Samodelkin jumped up and rang his springs:

– Oh, what uninteresting pictures in your book! Okay! I'll show you the plane. It looks like a big, big long cucumber with wings. I will make a model of the aircraft from the "constructor".

Samodelkin immediately jumped into the box.

He rattled metal plates, he looked for the necessary screws, gears, he twisted them where necessary, deftly worked with a screwdriver, pounded with a hammer - knock-knock-knock! - and sang this song all the time:

I can do everything myself
And I don't believe in miracles!
Myself! Myself! Myself!

And the Pencil took colored pencils out of his pocket, thought and thought and drew a cucumber. Fresh, green, in pimples. Then I painted wings on it.

- Hey, Samodelkin! Called Pencil. - Go here! I drew an airplane.

“Just a minute,” said the master. - I just need to attach a propeller - and the plane will be ready. We take a screw, put on a propeller ... Let's knock one, two ... Well, that's all! Look what planes are!

Samodelkin jumped out of the box, and he had a plane in his hands. Just like the real one! I won't say anything about this plane. Because all the guys saw the planes. I have never seen one Pencil. He said:

- Oh, how well you drew!

- Well, you, - the master smiled. - I can not draw. I made a plane from the "constructor".

And then Samodelkin saw a cucumber, a fresh green cucumber.

- Where did you get the cucumber? he wondered.

- This is ... this is my plane ...

Master Samodelkin trembled with all his springs, laughed loudly.

That's what a mocker Samodelkin! He laughs and laughs, as if someone is tickling him, and he just can't stop.

The pencil is very offended. He immediately drew a cloud on the wall. A real rain came out of the cloud. He soaked Samodelkin from head to toe, and he stopped laughing.

“Brrr…” he said. Where did this nasty rain come from? I m-may rust!

- Why are you laughing? shouted Pencil. - You yourself spoke about the cucumber!

- Oh, I can't! Oh, don't make me laugh, otherwise I'll unscrew ... Well, the plane! Why did you stick chicken feathers in a cucumber! Ha ha ha! This plane is not going anywhere!

- And here it will fly! The wings will fly and the plane will fly.

- Well, where is the engine on your plane? Where is the steering wheel? Planes can't fly without a rudder and a motor!

Get on my plane! I'll show you whether they fly or not, - said Pencil and sat astride a cucumber.

Samodelkin from laughter downright fell on the cucumber. At that moment, the wind blew through the open window, suddenly the wings flapped, the cucumber shuddered and took off like a real plane.

- Ayy! - Pencil and Samodelkin shouted together.

“Fuck! Boom!.."

It's a fresh cucumber, a real green cucumber, flew out the window and fell to the ground.

Indeed. The plane had no rudder. Is it possible to fly without a rudder? Of course not. This is where the plane crashed. The wings flew off to the side. They were picked up by the wind and carried to the roof of the house.

chapter two,

about two horses

Samodelkin rattled like an empty iron can. But he didn't get hurt. He's made of iron! He was just a little scared. He never had to fly.

You are a real magician! Samodelkin exclaimed. “Even I can’t make live pictures!”

How are we going to get back to our boxes now? Pencil sighed, rubbing the bump on his forehead.

- And it is not necessary! Samodelkin waved his hands. - It's tight in there! Dark! I want to run, jump, ride, fly! Draw a new plane! We will travel! You and I will see real planes! We will see everything in the world!