One day Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something quietly. Mishka and I sat on the windowsill and didn’t bother him, and he didn’t notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and different sounds very quickly jumped out from under his fingers. They splashed, and the result was something very welcoming and joyful. I really liked it, and I could have sat and listened for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:

- ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?

I asked:

– What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?

He replied:

- This is Chopin. I love him so much.

I said:

- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.

He said:

- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.

I said:

- What kind? In a word?

He answered seriously and clearly:

- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.

Then he looked at me carefully and said:

- Well, what do you like? More than anything else?

I answered:

- I like a lot of things.

And I told him what I love. And about the dog, and about the planing, and about the baby elephant, and about the red cavalrymen, and about the little doe on pink hooves, and about the ancient warriors, and about the cool stars, and about the horse faces, everything, everything...

He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:

- Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look – you love so much! The whole world.

Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:

– And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Big deal!!

Boris Sergeevich laughed:

- Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?

Mishka fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:

– I love buns, buns, loaves and cupcakes! I love bread, cake, pastries, and gingerbread, whether Tula, honey, or glazed. I also love sushi, bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.

What Mishka Dragunsky likes: I dearly love dumplings, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.

I also love sprat, saury, pike perch in marinade, gobies in tomato, some in their own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced ​​zucchini and fried potatoes.

I absolutely love boiled sausage, if it’s a doctor’s sausage, I bet I’ll eat a whole kilo! I love the canteen, and the tea room, and brawn, and smoked, and half-smoked, and raw smoked! I actually love this one the most. I really love pasta with butter, noodles with butter, horns with butter, cheese with holes or without holes, with a red rind or a white rind - it doesn’t matter.

I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty, sweet, sour cottage cheese; I love apples, grated with sugar, or just apples on their own, and if the apples are peeled, then I like to eat the apple first, and then, as a snack, the peel!

I love liver, cutlets, herring, bean soup, green peas, boiled meat, toffee, sugar, tea, jam, Borzhom, soda with syrup, soft-boiled eggs, hard-boiled, in a bag, mogu and raw. I like sandwiches with just about anything, especially if thickly spread with mashed potatoes or millet porridge. So... Well, I won’t talk about halva - what fool doesn’t like halva? I also love duck, goose and turkey. Oh yes! I love ice cream with all my heart. For seven, for nine. For thirteen, for fifteen, for nineteen. Twenty-two and twenty-eight.

Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.

He muttered:

- Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage...

The bear was exhausted and fell silent. It was clear from his eyes that he was waiting for Boris Sergeevich to praise him. But he looked at Mishka a little dissatisfied and even seemed stern. He, too, seemed to be waiting for something from Mishka: what else would Mishka say? But Mishka was silent. It turned out that they both expected something from each other and were silent.

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What does Mishka like?

One day Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at the piano and playing something quietly. Mishka and I sat on the window and sat quietly so as not to disturb us, but he did not notice us and continued to play. I really liked the joyful and welcoming sounds, and I could sit and listen like that for a long time. But Boris Sergeevich closed the lid of the piano, saw us and said cheerfully:

- ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! What do you think?

I asked:

– What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?

He replied:

- This is Chopin. I love him so much.

I said:

- It's clear. You are a singing teacher, that's why you love different songs.

He said:

- This is not a song. What I played was more than a simple “song”.

I asked:

- What is this?

He answered seriously:

- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.

He looked at me carefully and asked:

- Well, what do you like? More than anything else!

I answered:

- I like a lot of things.

And I told about the dog, and about how I plan, and about the baby elephant, and about

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One day Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something quietly. Mishka and I sat on the windowsill and didn’t bother him, and he didn’t notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and different sounds very quickly jumped out from under his fingers. They splashed, and the result was something very welcoming and joyful. I really liked it, and I could have sat and listened for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:
- ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?
I asked:
– What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?
He replied:
- This is Chopin. I love him so much.
I said:
- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.
He said:
- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.
I said:
- What kind? In a word?
He answered seriously and clearly:
- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.
Then he looked at me carefully and said:
- Well, what do you like? More than anything else?
I answered:
- I like a lot of things.
And I told him what I love. And about the dog, and about the planing, and about the baby elephant, and about the red cavalrymen, and about the little doe on pink hooves, and about the ancient warriors, and about the cool stars, and about the horse faces, everything, everything...
He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:
- Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look – you love so much! The whole world.
Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:
– And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Big deal!!
Boris Sergeevich laughed:
- Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?
Mishka fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:
– I love buns, buns, loaves and cupcakes! I love bread, cake, pastries, and gingerbread, whether Tula, honey, or glazed. I also love sushi, bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.
I dearly love dumplings, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.
I also love sprat, saury, pike perch in marinade, gobies in tomato, some in their own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced ​​zucchini and fried potatoes.
I absolutely love boiled sausage, if it’s a doctor’s sausage, I bet I’ll eat a whole kilo! I love the canteen, and the tea room, and brawn, and smoked, and half-smoked, and raw smoked! I actually love this one the most. I really love pasta with butter, noodles with butter, horns with butter, cheese with holes or without holes, with a red rind or a white rind - it doesn’t matter.
I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty, sweet, sour cottage cheese; I love apples, grated with sugar, or just apples on their own, and if the apples are peeled, then I like to eat the apple first, and then, as a snack, the peel!
I love liver, cutlets, herring, bean soup, green peas, boiled meat, toffee, sugar, tea, jam, Borzhom, soda with syrup, soft-boiled eggs, hard-boiled, in a bag, mogu and raw. I like sandwiches with just about anything, especially if thickly spread with mashed potatoes or millet porridge. So... Well, I won’t talk about halva - what fool doesn’t like halva? I also love duck, goose and turkey. Oh yes! I love ice cream with all my heart. For seven, for nine. For thirteen, for fifteen, for nineteen. Twenty-two and twenty-eight.
Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.
He muttered:
- Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage...
The bear was exhausted and fell silent. It was clear from his eyes that he was waiting for Boris Sergeevich to praise him. But he looked at Mishka a little dissatisfied and even seemed stern. He, too, seemed to be waiting for something from Mishka: what else would Mishka say? But Mishka was silent. It turned out that they both expected something from each other and were silent.
The first one could not stand it, Boris Sergeevich.
“Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt, but everything you love is somehow the same, too edible, or something.” It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only... And the people? Who do you love? Or from animals?
Here Mishka perked up and blushed.
“Oh,” he said embarrassedly, “I almost forgot!” Also – kittens! And grandma! - END -

Olga Perkova
About the story by V. Dragunsky “What Mishka loves”

Reading stories B. Dragunsky, you understand that the writer is in love with his characters, he understands their thoughts, feelings, experiences. Sometimes he makes fun of his heroes, but this is a good joke, with love for them.

In his funny stories, funny is only part of the story, they are filled with deep meaning, he talks about serious issues, including humorous situations, so that it is easier for young readers to understand. -When you read Dragunsky's stories, it seems that the writer has lived several lives. He was a turner, a director, a boatman, an actor, and even worked as a clown in a circus. And when at the age of 40 the writer’s son Denis was born, he became a writer.

This is hilarious story about that like once bear and Deniska sat on the windowsill in the music room, and the singing teacher played Chopin’s beautiful music on the piano.

When Boris Sergeevich asked what the children liked, the children began tell what they love. Particularly distinguished himself bear- he listed a whole bunch of edible things, and then added what else loves kittens and grandma.

bear enthusiastically lists everything that he likes so much and that he loves. But it turns out that loves it's just a whole grocery store. The teacher draws the boys’ attention to the fact that the spiritual world of a person is not limited to love for products, it should be richer, wider, more diverse, i.e. love for people and animals is important.

Only then Mishka understands, why he was not praised for his answer, he perked up, blushed because he had not said the most important thing.

It turns out he loves kittens too, and grandmother. It just doesn’t highlight this one as the main thing yet.

Satire here subtly borders on humor, it is soft and kind, because it does not ridicule Teddy bear, and using his example invites readers to think about themselves.

IN story Two ideas can be distinguished. First: idea the story is that that in life there are no two identical people, just as in literature there are no two identical characters who are absolutely similar to each other.

Second: it is human nature to change for the better, and the writer believes in this.

“You will find everything in the world, except father and mother”- says folk wisdom

I asked:

He replied:

I said:

He said:

I said:

- What kind? In a word?

He answered seriously and clearly:

I answered:

- I like a lot of things.

Boris Sergeevich laughed:

He muttered:

Among the many fairy tales, it is especially fascinating to read the fairy tale “What Mishka Loves” by Dragunsky V. Yu., in it you can feel the love and wisdom of our people. The inspiration of everyday objects and nature creates colorful and bewitching pictures of the surrounding world, making them mysterious and enigmatic. Having become familiar with the inner world and qualities of the main character, the young reader involuntarily experiences a feeling of nobility, responsibility and a high degree of morality. All descriptions of the environment are created and presented with a feeling of deepest love and appreciation for the object of presentation and creation. Devotion, friendship and self-sacrifice and other positive feelings overcome all that oppose them: anger, deceit, lies and hypocrisy. Simple and accessible, about nothing and everything, instructive and edifying - everything is included in the basis and plot of this creation. The text, written in the last millennium, combines surprisingly easily and naturally with our modern times; its relevance has not diminished at all. The fairy tale “What Mishka Loves” by Dragunsky V. Yu. is certainly useful to read online for free, it will instill in your child only good and useful qualities and concepts.

About one time Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something quietly. Mishka and I sat on the windowsill and didn’t bother him, and he didn’t notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and different sounds very quickly jumped out from under his fingers. They splashed, and the result was something very welcoming and joyful. I really liked it, and I could have sat and listened for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:

- ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?

I asked:

– What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?

He replied:

- This is Chopin. I love him so much.

I said:

- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.

He said:

- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.

I said:

- What kind? In a word?

He answered seriously and clearly:

- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.

Then he looked at me carefully and said:

- Well, what do you like? More than anything else?

I answered:

- I like a lot of things.

And I told him what I love. And about the dog, and about the planing, and about the baby elephant, and about the red cavalrymen, and about the little doe on pink hooves, and about the ancient warriors, and about the cool stars, and about the horse faces, everything, everything...

He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:

- Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look – you love so much! The whole world.

Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:

– And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Big deal!!

Boris Sergeevich laughed:

- Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?

Mishka fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:

– I love buns, buns, loaves and cupcakes! I love bread, cake, pastries, and gingerbread, whether Tula, honey, or glazed. I also love sushi, bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.

I dearly love dumplings, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.

I also love sprat, saury, pike perch in marinade, gobies in tomato, some in their own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced ​​zucchini and fried potatoes.

I absolutely love boiled sausage, if it’s a doctor’s sausage, I bet I’ll eat a whole kilo! I love the canteen, and the tea room, and brawn, and smoked, and half-smoked, and raw smoked! I actually love this one the most. I really love pasta with butter, noodles with butter, horns with butter, cheese with holes or without holes, with a red rind or a white rind - it doesn’t matter.

I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty, sweet, sour cottage cheese; I love apples, grated with sugar, or just apples on their own, and if the apples are peeled, then I like to eat the apple first, and then, as a snack, the peel!

I love liver, cutlets, herring, bean soup, green peas, boiled meat, toffee, sugar, tea, jam, Borzhom, soda with syrup, soft-boiled eggs, hard-boiled, in a bag, mogu and raw. I like sandwiches with just about anything, especially if thickly spread with mashed potatoes or millet porridge. So... Well, I won’t talk about halva - what fool doesn’t like halva? I also love duck, goose and turkey. Oh yes! I love ice cream with all my heart. For seven, for nine. For thirteen, for fifteen, for nineteen. Twenty-two and twenty-eight.

Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.

He muttered:

- Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage...

The bear was exhausted and fell silent. It was clear from his eyes that he was waiting for Boris Sergeevich to praise him. But he looked at Mishka a little dissatisfied and even seemed stern. He, too, seemed to be waiting for something from Mishka: what else would Mishka say? But Mishka was silent. It turned out that they both expected something from each other and were silent.

The first one could not stand it, Boris Sergeevich.

“Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt, but everything you love is somehow the same, too edible, or something.” It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only... And the people? Who do you love? Or from animals?

One day Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something quietly. Mishka and I sat on the windowsill and didn’t bother him, and he didn’t notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and different sounds very quickly jumped out from under his fingers. They splashed, and the result was something very welcoming and joyful. I really liked it, and I could have sat and listened for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:

ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?

I asked:

What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?

He replied:

This is Chopin. I love him so much.

I said:

Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.

He said:

This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.

I said:

What kind? In a word?

He answered seriously and clearly:

Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.

Then he looked at me carefully and said:

Well, what do you like? More than anything else?

I answered:

I like a lot of things.

And I told him what I love. And about the dog, and about the planing, and about the baby elephant, and about the red cavalrymen, and about the little doe on pink hooves, and about the ancient warriors, and about the cool stars, and about the horse faces, everything, everything...

He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:

Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look - you love so much!

Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:

And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Big deal!!

Boris Sergeevich laughed:

Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?

Mishka fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:

I love buns, buns, loaves and cupcakes! I love bread, cake, pastries, and gingerbread, whether Tula, honey, or glazed. I also love sushi, bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.

I dearly love dumplings, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.

I love liver, cutlets, herring, bean soup, green peas, boiled meat, toffee, sugar, tea, jam, Borzhom, soda with syrup, soft-boiled eggs, hard-boiled, in a bag, mogu and raw. I like sandwiches with just about anything, especially if thickly spread with mashed potatoes or millet porridge. So... Well, I won’t talk about halva - what fool doesn’t like halva? I also love duck, goose and turkey. Oh yes! I love ice cream with all my heart. For seven, for nine. For thirteen, for fifteen, for nineteen. Twenty-two and twenty-eight.

Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.

He muttered:

Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage...

The bear was exhausted and fell silent. It was clear from his eyes that he was waiting for Boris Sergeevich to praise him. But he looked at Mishka a little dissatisfied and even seemed stern. He, too, seemed to be waiting for something from Mishka: what else would Mishka say? But Mishka was silent. It turned out that they both expected something from each other and were silent.

The first one could not stand it, Boris Sergeevich.

Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt, but everything you love is somehow the same, too edible or something.” It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only... And the people? Who do you love? Or from animals?

Here Mishka perked up and blushed.

Oh,” he said embarrassedly, “I almost forgot!” Also - kittens! And grandma!

Dragunsky's stories

Summary of the story “What Mishka Loves”:

A funny story about how one day Mishka and Deniska sat on the windowsill in the music room, and the singing teacher played Chopin’s beautiful music on the piano. A conversation ensued, from which the guys learned that the singing teacher really loves beautiful music. And when Boris Sergeevich asked what the guys liked, the children began to tell what they liked. Mishka especially distinguished himself - he listed a whole bunch of edible things, and then added that he also loves kittens and grandmother.

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One day Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something quietly. Mishka and I sat on the windowsill and didn’t bother him, and he didn’t notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and different sounds very quickly jumped out from under his fingers. They splashed, and the result was something very welcoming and joyful. I really liked it, and I could have sat and listened for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:

- ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?

I asked:

– What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?

He replied:

- This is Chopin. I love him so much.

I said:

- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.

He said:

- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.

I said:

- What kind? In a word?

He answered seriously and clearly:

- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.

Then he looked at me carefully and said:

- Well, what do you like? More than anything else?

I answered:

- I like a lot of things.

And I told him what I love. And about the dog, and about the planing, and about the baby elephant, and about the red cavalrymen, and about the little doe on pink hooves, and about the ancient warriors, and about the cool stars, and about the horse faces, everything, everything...

He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:

- Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look – you love so much! The whole world.

Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:

– And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Big deal!!

Boris Sergeevich laughed:

- Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?

Mishka fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:

– I love buns, buns, loaves and cupcakes! I love bread, cake, pastries, and gingerbread, whether Tula, honey, or glazed. I also love sushi, bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.

I dearly love dumplings, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.

I also love sprat, saury, pike perch in marinade, gobies in tomato, some in their own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced ​​zucchini and fried potatoes.

I absolutely love boiled sausage, if it’s a doctor’s sausage, I bet I’ll eat a whole kilo! I love the canteen, and the tea room, and brawn, and smoked, and half-smoked, and raw smoked! I actually love this one the most. I really love pasta with butter, noodles with butter, horns with butter, cheese with holes or without holes, with a red rind or a white rind - it doesn’t matter.

I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty, sweet, sour cottage cheese; I love apples, grated with sugar, or just apples on their own, and if the apples are peeled, then I like to eat the apple first, and then, as a snack, the peel!

I love liver, cutlets, herring, bean soup, green peas, boiled meat, toffee, sugar, tea, jam, Borzhom, soda with syrup, soft-boiled eggs, hard-boiled, in a bag, mogu and raw. I like sandwiches with just about anything, especially if thickly spread with mashed potatoes or millet porridge. So... Well, I won’t talk about halva - what fool doesn’t like halva? I also love duck, goose and turkey. Oh yes! I love ice cream with all my heart. For seven, for nine. For thirteen, for fifteen, for nineteen. Twenty-two and twenty-eight.

Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.

He muttered:

- Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage...

The bear was exhausted and fell silent. It was clear from his eyes that he was waiting for Boris Sergeevich to praise him. But he looked at Mishka a little dissatisfied and even seemed stern. He, too, seemed to be waiting for something from Mishka: what else would Mishka say? But Mishka was silent. It turned out that they both expected something from each other and were silent.

The first one could not stand it, Boris Sergeevich.

“Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt, but everything you love is somehow the same, too edible, or something.” It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only... And the people? Who do you love? Or from animals?

Here Mishka perked up and blushed.

“Oh,” he said embarrassedly, “I almost forgot!” Also – kittens! And grandma!

One day Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something quietly. Mishka and I sat on the windowsill and didn’t bother him, and he didn’t notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and different sounds very quickly jumped out from under his fingers. They splashed, and the result was something very welcoming and joyful. I really liked it, and I could have sat and listened for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:

ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?

I asked:
- What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?

He replied:
- This is Chopin. I love him so much.

I said:
- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.

He said:
- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.

I said:
- Which one? In a word?

He answered seriously and clearly:
- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.

Then he looked at me carefully and said:
- Well, what do you like? More than anything else?

I answered:
- I like a lot of things.

And I told him what I love. And about the dog, and about the planing, and about the baby elephant, and about the red cavalrymen, and about the little doe on pink hooves, and about the ancient warriors, and about the cool stars, and about the horse faces, everything, everything...

He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:

Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look - you love so much!

Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:
- And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Just think!

Boris Sergeevich laughed:
- Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?

Mishka fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:
- I love buns, buns, loaves and cupcakes! I love bread, cake, pastries, and gingerbread, whether Tula, honey, or glazed. I also love sushi, bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.

I dearly love dumplings, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.

I also love sprat, saury, pike perch in marinade, bullheads in tomato, some in their own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced ​​zucchini and fried potatoes.

I absolutely love boiled sausage, if it’s a doctor’s sausage, I bet I’ll eat a whole kilo! I love the canteen, and the tea room, and brawn, and smoked, and half-smoked, and raw smoked! I actually love this one the most. I really love pasta with butter, noodles with butter, horns with butter, cheese with holes or without holes, with red or white rind - it doesn’t matter.

I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty, sweet, sour cottage cheese; I love apples, grated with sugar, or just apples on their own, and if the apples are peeled, then I like to eat the apple first, and then, as a snack, the peel!

I love liver, cutlets, herring, bean soup, green peas, boiled meat, toffee, sugar, tea, jam, Borzhom, soda with syrup, soft-boiled eggs, hard-boiled, in a bag, mogu and raw. I like sandwiches with just about anything, especially if thickly spread with mashed potatoes or millet porridge. So... Well, I won’t talk about halva - what fool doesn’t like halva? I also love duck, goose and turkey. Oh yes! I love ice cream with all my heart. For seven, for nine. For thirteen, for fifteen, for nineteen. Twenty-two and twenty-eight.

Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.

He muttered:
- Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage...

The bear was exhausted and fell silent. It was clear from his eyes that he was waiting for Boris Sergeevich to praise him. But he looked at Mishka a little dissatisfied and even seemed stern. He, too, seemed to be waiting for something from Mishka: what else would Mishka say? But Mishka was silent. It turned out that they both expected something from each other and were silent.

The first one could not stand it, Boris Sergeevich.
“Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt, but everything you love is somehow the same, too edible or something.” It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only... And the people? Who do you love? Or from animals?

Here Mishka perked up and blushed.
“Oh,” he said embarrassedly, “I almost forgot!” Also - kittens! And grandma!