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Victor Dragunsky
Deniska's stories

Englishman Paul

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

“And on this occasion,” dad picked up, “we will now “slaughter a watermelon”!”

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

- Wow, who came! - said dad. - Pavel himself. Pavel the Wart himself!

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

I said:

- Hello! – and gave him a place next to him.

He said:

- Hello! - and sat down.

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

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

- Oh, I love watermelon. Even very much so. My grandmother never gives me plenty of it to eat.

- Why? - Mom asked.

“She says that after drinking watermelon, I don’t end up sleeping, but just running around.”

“True,” said dad. “That’s why we eat watermelon early in the morning.” By evening, its effect wears off and you can sleep peacefully. Come on, eat, don't be afraid.

“I’m not afraid,” said Pavlya.

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

- Why haven’t you been with us for so long, Pavel?

“Yes,” I said. -Where have you been? What were you doing?

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

- What I did, what I did... I studied English, that’s what I did.

I was completely taken aback. I immediately realized that I had been wasting my time all summer in vain. He tinkered with hedgehogs, played rounders, and occupied himself with trifles. But Pavel, he didn’t waste time, no, you’re being naughty, he worked on himself, he raised his level of education. He studied English language and now he will probably 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 bast!

“Well done,” said dad, “I respect you!”

Pavlya 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 me.

– What, difficult English? – I asked.

“It’s crazy,” Pavel sighed.

“It wouldn’t be difficult,” dad intervened. “The devil himself will break their leg there.” Very difficult spelling. It's spelled Liverpool and pronounced Manchester.

- Well, yes! - I said. - Is that right, Pavlya?

“It’s just a disaster,” said Pavlya, “I’m completely exhausted from these activities, I’ve 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 said hello yet,” said Pavlya.

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

“I said it,” said Pavlya.

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

“We haven’t gotten to the “thank you” point yet,” said Pavlya. – Very difficult preaching.

Then I said:

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

“I haven’t studied this yet,” said Pavlya.

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

“I learned how Petya speaks English,” said Pavlya.

- Well, how?

“That's right,” I said. - Well, what else do you know in English?

“That’s all for now,” said Pavlya.

Watermelon Lane

I came home from the yard after football, tired and dirty, like I don’t know who anyone is. I had fun because we beat house number five 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:

- Mom, I can eat a bull now.

She smiled.

- A live bull? - she said.

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

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

- Eat! - Mom said.

But it was noodles. Dairy. All covered in foam. It's almost the same as semolina porridge. There are always lumps in porridge, and foam in noodles. I just die as soon as I see foam, let alone eat it. I said:

– I won’t eat noodles!

Mom said:

- Without any talking!

- There are foams!

Mom said:

- You will drive me into a coffin! What foams? Who are you like? You look just like Koschey!

I said:

- Better kill me!

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

- You're the one killing me!

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

-What is the dispute about? What is this heated debate about?

Mom said:

- Admire it! Doesn't want to eat. The guy is almost eleven years old, and he, like a girl, is capricious.

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

Dad said:

- Why doesn’t he want to? Is the soup burnt or too salty?

I said:

- These are noodles, and there is foam in them...

Dad shook his head:

- Oh, that's it! His Highness von Baron Kutkin-Putkin does not want to eat milk noodles! He should probably be served marzipan on a silver tray!

I laughed because I love it when dad jokes.

– What is this – marzipan?

“I don’t know,” said dad, “probably something sweet and smells like cologne.” Especially for von Baron Kutkin-Putkin!.. Come on, eat noodles!

- But it’s foam!

- You're stuck, brother, that's what! – Dad said and turned to Mom. “Take some noodles from him,” he said, “otherwise I’m just disgusted!” He doesn’t want porridge, he can’t have noodles!.. What whims! I can't stand it!..

He sat down on a chair and began to look at me. His face looked as if I was a stranger to him. He didn’t say anything, but just looked like that – like someone else’s. And I immediately stopped smiling - I realized that the jokes were already over. And dad was silent for a long time, and we were all silent, and then he said, and as if not to me, and not to mom, but to someone who was his friend:

“No, I’ll probably never forget this terrible autumn,” said dad, “how sad and uncomfortable it was in Moscow then... War, the Nazis are rushing towards the city.” It’s cold, hungry, the adults all walk around frowning, they listen to the radio every hour... Well, everything is clear, isn’t it? I was eleven or twelve years old then, and, most importantly, I was growing very quickly then, reaching upward, and I was terribly hungry all the time. I didn't have enough food at all. I always asked my parents for bread, but they didn’t have any extra, so 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. Why... It happened to everyone. The story is well 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 huge truck, piled to the top with watermelons. I don’t even know how they got to Moscow. Some lost watermelons. They were probably brought in to issue cards. And there’s a guy standing upstairs in the car, so thin, unshaven and toothless, or something – his mouth is very drawn in. And so he takes a watermelon and throws it to his friend, and that one to the saleswoman in white, and that one to someone else... And they cleverly do it in a chain: the watermelon rolls along the conveyor from the car to the store. And if you look from the outside, people are playing with green-striped balls, and it’s very interesting game. I stood there for a long time and looked at them, and the guy, who was 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 was about to go home, when suddenly someone in their chain made a mistake, looked too closely or something, or simply missed, and please - bang!.. A heavy watermelon suddenly fell on the pavement. Right next to me. It cracked somehow crookedly, at an angle, and a snow-white thin rind was visible, and behind it such a crimson, red pulp with sugar veins and obliquely set seeds, as if the sly eyes of the watermelon were looking at me and smiling from the heart. 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 did I realize how hungry I was. But I turned away and went home. And before I had time to leave, I suddenly heard a call:

"Boy, boy!"

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

“Here, dear, take the watermelon and eat it at home!”

And before I had time to look back, he had already handed me a watermelon and was running to his place to continue unloading. And I hugged the watermelon and barely dragged it home, and called my friend Valka, and we both devoured this huge watermelon. Oh, what a delicious thing that was! Can't be passed on! Valka and I cut off huge slices, 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 was dripping from them. And Valka and I’s bellies swelled up and also began to look like watermelons. If you click on such a belly with your finger, you know what kind of ringing it will sound! Like a drum. And we only regretted one thing, that we didn’t have bread, otherwise we would have eaten even better. Yes…

Dad turned away and began to look out the window.

“And then it got even worse - autumn turned,” 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 kept coming and going towards Moscow, and I was hungry all the time. And now I dreamed of more than just bread. I also dreamed about watermelons. And one morning I saw that I no longer had a stomach at all, it just seemed to be stuck to my spine, and I just couldn’t think about anything except food. And I called Valka and told him:

“Come on, Valka, let’s go to that watermelon alley, maybe the watermelons are being unloaded there again, and maybe one will fall again, and maybe they’ll give it to us again.”

And we wrapped ourselves in some grandmother’s scarves, because the cold was terrible, and we went to the watermelon alley. It was a gray day outside, there were few people, and Moscow was quiet, 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 truck with watermelons to come. And it was already getting completely dark, but he still didn’t come. I said:

“He’ll probably arrive tomorrow...”

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

And we went home with him. And the next day they went into the alley again, and again in vain. And we walked and waited like this every day, but the truck did not arrive...

Dad fell silent. He looked out the window, and his eyes looked as if he was seeing something that neither I nor my mother could see. Mom approached him, but dad immediately got up and left the room. Mom went after him. And I was left alone. I sat and also looked out the window where dad was looking, and it seemed to me that I could see dad and his friend right there, how they trembled and waited. The wind beats on them, and the snow too, and they tremble and wait, and wait, and wait... And this just made me feel terrible, and I grabbed my plate and quickly, spoon by spoon, swallowed it all, and then tilted it to himself, and drank the rest, and wiped the bottom with bread, and licked the spoon.

Would…

One day I was sitting and sitting and out of the blue I suddenly thought of something that surprised even myself. I thought that it would be so good if everything around the world were arranged in reverse. Well, for example, so that children would be in charge in all matters, and adults would have to obey them in everything, in everything. In general, so that adults are like children, and children are like adults. That would be wonderful, it would be very interesting.

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

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

And then dad would come in after work, and before he even had time to undress, I would already shout:

“Yeah, he showed up! We must always wait for you! Wash your hands now! As it should be, as it should be, there is no need to smear the dirt. It's scary to look at the towel after you. Brush three times and don’t skimp on the soap. Come on, show me your nails! It's horror, not nails. It's just claws! Where are the scissors? Don't move! I don’t cut any meat, and 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:

“How are you doing?!”

And she would also say quietly:

“Nothing, thank you!”

And I would immediately:

“Talkers at the table! When I eat, I am deaf and dumb! Remember this for the rest of your life. Golden rule! Dad! Put down the newspaper now, your punishment is mine!”

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

"Dad! Mother! Admire our grandma! What a view! The chest is open, the hat is on the back of the head! The cheeks are red, the whole neck is wet! Good, nothing to say. Admit it, have you been playing hockey again? What kind of dirty stick is this? Why did you drag her into the house? What? Is this a putter? Get her out of my sight right now - out the back door!”

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

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

“And you and I! And we want to go to the cinema too!”

And I would tell them:

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

Then the grandmother would pray:

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

But I would dodge, I would say:

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

And I would walk past them, deliberately clicking my heels loudly, as if I didn’t notice that their eyes were all wet, and I would start getting dressed, and would twirl in front of the mirror for a long time, and would hum, and this would make them even worse they were tormented, and I would open the door to the stairs and say...

But I didn’t have time to think of what I would say, because at that time my mother came in, very real, alive, and said:

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

"Where has this been seen, where has this been heard..."

During recess, our October leader Lyusya ran up to me and said:

– Deniska, will you be able to perform in the concert? We decided to organize two kids to be satirists. Want?

I speak:

- I want everything! Just explain: what are satirists?

Lucy says:

– You see, we have various problems... Well, for example, poor students or lazy people, we need to catch them. Understood? We need to speak about them so that everyone laughs, this will have a sobering effect on them.

I speak:

“They’re not drunk, they’re just lazy.”

“That’s what they say: sobering,” Lucy laughed. – But in fact, these guys will just think about it, they will feel awkward, and they will correct themselves. Understood? Well, in general, don’t delay: if you want, agree, if you don’t want, refuse!

I said:

- Okay, 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. But there is no partner.

Lucy smiled again:

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

- No, ordinary.

– Can he sing?

– It’s very quiet... But I’ll teach him to sing louder, don’t worry.

Here Lucy was delighted:

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

And I set off as fast as I could to look for Mishka. He stood in the buffet and ate a sausage.

- Bear, do you want to be a satirist?

And he said:

- Wait, let me eat.

I stood and watched him eat. He is small, 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, fragrant juice splashed out from there.

And I couldn’t stand it and said to Aunt Katya:

- Please give me some sausage too, quickly!

And Aunt Katya immediately handed me the bowl. And I was in a hurry so that Mishka wouldn’t have time to eat his sausage without me: it wouldn’t have been so tasty for me alone. And so I, too, took my sausage with my hands and, without cleaning it, began to gnaw on it, and hot, fragrant juice sprayed out of it. And Mishka and I chewed on the steam, and got burned, 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 we ran to the small hall for a rehearsal. Our counselor Lyusya was already sitting there, and with her was one boy, about 4 years old, very ugly, with small ears and big eyes.

Lucy said:

- Here they are! Meet our school poet Andrei Shestakov.

We said:

- Great!

And they turned away so that he wouldn’t wonder.

And the poet said to Lucy:

- What are these, performers, or what?

He said:

– Wasn’t there anything bigger?

Lucy said:

– Just what is required!

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

- Come on, let's begin! Where are the poems?

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

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

Boris Sergeevich nodded:

Dad studies for Vasya all year.

Dad decides, but Vasya gives in?!

Mishka and I burst into tears. Of course, children quite often ask their parents to solve a problem for them, and then show the teacher as if they were such heroes. And at the board, boom-boom - a deuce! The matter is well known. Wow, Andryushka, he nailed it!

The asphalt is drawn into squares with chalk,
Manechka and Tanya are jumping here,
Where has this been seen, where has this been heard -
They play “classes”, but don’t go to class?!

Great again. We really enjoyed it! This Andryushka is just a real fellow, like Pushkin!

Boris Sergeevich said:

- Nothing, not bad! And the music will be very simple, something like that. - And he took Andryushka’s poems and, playing quietly, 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 Lyusya pointed at Mishka and me:

“Well,” said Boris Sergeevich, “Misha has a good ear... True, Deniska doesn’t 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 screamed very loudly, and everyone calmed me down and made comments:

- Don't worry! You're quiet! Calm down! Don't be so loud!

Andryushka was especially excited. He completely slowed me down. But I only sang loudly, I didn’t want to sing more quietly, because real singing is when it’s loud!

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

ATTENTION!

Today is a big break

there will be a performance in the small hall

flying patrol

« Pioneer Satyricon»!

Performed by a duet of kids!

On the topic of the day!

Come everyone!

And something immediately clicked in me. I ran to class. Mishka was sitting there and looking out the window.

I said:

- Well, we’re performing today!

And Mishka suddenly mumbled:

- I don’t feel like performing...

I was completely taken aback. How - reluctance? That's it! After all, we rehearsed? But what about Lyusya and Boris Sergeevich? Andryushka? And all the guys, they read the poster and will come running as one? I said:

-Are you crazy, or what? Letting people down?

And Mishka is so pitiful:

- I think my stomach hurts.

I speak:

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

But Mishka was still somewhat thoughtful. At the big break, all the guys rushed into the small hall, and Mishka and I barely trailed behind, because I, too, had completely lost the mood to perform. But at that time Lucy ran out to meet us, she grabbed us tightly by the hands and dragged us along, but my legs were soft, like a doll’s, and they were tangled. I probably got the infection from Mishka.

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

Mishka and I stood near the piano.

Boris Sergeevich was already in place, and Lyusya announced in an announcer’s voice:

– We begin the performance of the “Pioneer Satyricon” on topical 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 as white as a wall. But I didn’t mind, but my mouth felt dry and rough, as if there was sandpaper lying there.

Boris Sergeevich began to play. Mishka had to start, because he sang the first two lines, and I had to sing the second two lines. Boris Sergeevich started playing, and Mishka threw it aside left hand, as Lucy taught him, and he wanted to sing, but he was late, and while he was getting ready, it was my turn, so it turned out according to the music. But I didn’t sing since Mishka was late. Why on earth?

Mishka then lowered his hand into place. And Boris Sergeevich began loudly and separately again.

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

Vasya’s dad is good at mathematics,
Dad studies for Vasya all year.

I immediately picked it up and shouted:

Where has this been seen, where has this been heard -
Dad decides, but Vasya gives in?!

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

Vasya’s dad is good at mathematics,
Dad studies for Vasya all year.

I immediately realized that he was lost! But since this is the case, I decided to finish singing until the end, and then we’ll see. I took it and finished it:

Where has this been seen, where has this been heard -
Dad decides, but Vasya gives in?!

Thank God, it was quiet in the hall - everyone, apparently, also realized that Mishka had lost his way, and thought: “Well, it happens, let him continue singing.”

And when the music reached its destination, he again waved his left hand and, like a record that has been “stuck,” wound it up for the third time:

Vasya’s dad is good at mathematics,
Dad studies for Vasya all year.

I really wanted to hit him on the back of the head with something heavy, and I screamed with terrible anger:

Where has this been seen, where has this been heard -
Dad decides, but Vasya gives in?!

“Mishka, you’re obviously completely crazy!” Are you dragging out the same thing for the third time? Let's talk about girls!

And Mishka is so impudent:

- I know without you! - And politely says to Boris Sergeevich: - Please, Boris Sergeevich, continue!

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

Vasya’s dad is good at mathematics,
Dad studies for Vasya all year.

Then everyone in the hall just screamed with laughter, and I saw in the crowd what an unhappy face Andryushka had, and I also saw that Lyusya, all red and disheveled, was making her way to us through the crowd. And Mishka stands with open mouth as if he was surprised at himself. Well, while the trial and the case are going on, I finish shouting:

Where has this been seen, where has this been heard -
Dad decides, but Vasya gives in?!

Then something terrible began. Everyone laughed like they were killed, and Mishka turned from green to purple. Our Lucy grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to her. She shouted:

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

And I stood at the piano and decided not to let him down. I felt that I didn’t care anymore, and when the music came, for some reason I suddenly also threw my left hand to the side and completely unexpectedly screamed:

Vasya’s dad is good at 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!

Victor Dragunsky Deniskins stories - this is the book we will analyze in detail today. I'll give summary several stories, I will describe three films made based on these works. And I will share a personal review based on my impressions with my son. Whether you are looking for a good copy for your child or working on a reading diary with your younger student, I think in any case you will be able to find useful information in the article.

Hello dear readers blog. The book itself was purchased by me more than two years ago, but my son initially did not accept it. But at almost six years old, he listened with delight to stories from the life of the boy Denis Korablev, laughing heartily at the situations. And at 7.5 I was reading avidly, laughing and retelling the stories my husband and I liked. Therefore, I would immediately advise you not to rush into entering this wonderful book. The child must grow to perceive it correctly, and then you can rest assured that it will make an indelible impression on him.

About the book Deniskin's stories by Viktor Dragunsky

Our copy was published by Eksmo publishing house in 2014. The book has a hard cover, stitched binding, 160 pages. Pages: dense snow-white offset, on which bright, large pictures are absolutely not visible. In other words, the quality of this publication is ideal, I can confidently recommend it. The book by Victor Dragunsky Deniska's stories is pleasant to hold in your hands. Having opened the cover, the child immediately finds himself in the world of adventures that await him on its pages. The illustrations made by Vladimir Kanivets accurately reflect the events of the stories. There are a lot of pictures, they are on every spread: large ones - on the whole page and small ones - several on the spread. Thus, the book becomes a real adventure that the reader experiences together with its main characters. Buy at Labyrinth, Ozone.

Deniskin's stories were included in the 100 books for schoolchildren recommended by the Ministry of Education, which once again confirms the advice on reading these works in younger school age or close to it. The text in the book is a good size for both a child and a parent who cares about their eyesight.

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Deniska's stories - contents

Victor Dragunsky wrote a series of stories about a boy Denis Korablev, who literally grows up before the reader’s eyes. What are they talking about?

At first we see Deniska as a sweet preschooler: inquisitive, sentimental. Then as a schoolboy primary classes, who applies his inquisitive mind in various experiments, draws conclusions from his not always ideal behavior, and ends up in funny situations. The main character of the stories was the son of the writer. Father watching him interesting childhood, through his experiences, created these beautiful works. They were first published in 1959, and the actions described in the book took place in the 50-60s of the last century.

What was included in this copy? Yes, quite a lot! I was very pleased with the list.

Now, let's talk about several works individually. This will help you make your choice if you have never read the book. Or he will help fill out the reading diary for grades 2-3; it is usually during this period that summer reading is assigned.

About filling out the reader's diary

I’ll explain in just a few words: my son keeps notes about what he read, and I’ll write down his opinion in the article.
An example of such work was when my son worked with the work “Winter”.

IN reader's diary child there are lines: start and end date of reading, number of pages, author. I don’t see any point in entering this data here, because your student will read on other dates, in a different format. The author's name is the same in all the works we are talking about today. At the end a drawing is made. If you and your child read the story online, a spread of the book will help you, from which you can make a sketch if you wish. In what genre were “Deniska’s stories” written? This information may be needed when filling out the diary. Genre: literary cycle.

So, let's limit ourselves to the description:

• Name;
• plot (summary);
• main characters and their characteristics;
• What did you like about the work?

Deniska's stories – Amazing day

In the story, the guys assemble a rocket to fly into space. Thinking through all the details of its structure, they came up with a very impressive design. And although the friends understood that this was a game, they almost quarreled over deciding who would be the astronaut. It's great that their game ended well! (Parents have the opportunity to discuss safety measures here.) The fact is that the boys put New Year's firecrackers into the samovar pipe to simulate the takeoff of a rocket. And inside the rocket barrel there was an “astronaut”. Luckily for him, the fuse cord did not work and the explosion occurred after the boy left the “rocket”.

The events that Viktor Dragunsky described in this story took place on the day when German Titov flew into space. People listened to the news on the loudspeaker on the streets and rejoiced at such a great event - the launch of the second astronaut.

My son singled out this work from the entire book, since his interest in astronomy continues to this day. Our lesson can be viewed in a separate article.

Name:
Amazing day
Summary:
The children wanted to build a rocket and launch it into space. They found a wooden barrel, a leaky samovar, a box, and at the end they brought pyrotechnics from home. They played cheerfully, each had their own role. One was a mechanic, another was a chief engineer, the third was a boss, but everyone wanted to be an astronaut and go on a flight. Denis became him and he could have died or remained disabled if the fuse cord had not gone out. But everything ended well. And after the explosion, everyone learned that the second cosmonaut, German Titov, had been launched into space. And everyone was happy.

Guys living in the same yard. Alenka is a girl in red sandals. Teddy bear - best friend Deniski. Andryushka is a red-haired boy of six years old. Kostya is almost seven. Denis - he came up with a plan for a dangerous game.

I liked the story. It’s good that although the boys quarreled, they found a way to continue the game. I'm glad no one exploded in the barrel.

Victor Dragunsky Deniska's stories - No worse than you circus people

In the story “No Worse than You Circus People,” Denis, who lived with his parents in the center of Moscow, unexpectedly finds himself in the front row of the circus. He had with him a bag of tomatoes and sour cream, which his mother had sent for. There was a boy sitting in the chair next to him, who turned out to be his son. circus performers, who was used as a “spectator from the audience.” The boy decided to play a trick on Deniska and invited him to switch places. As a result, the clown picked up the wrong boy and carried him under the circus big top. And tomatoes fell on the heads of the spectators. But everything ended well and our hero visited the circus more than once.

Review in the reader's diary

Name:
No worse than you circus people.
Summary:
While returning from the store, Deniska accidentally ends up at a circus performance. Next to him, in the first row, sat a circus boy. The guys argued a little, but then he suggested that Denis move to his seat so that the performance of the clown Pencil could be better seen. And he disappeared. The clown suddenly grabbed Deniska and they flew high above the arena. It was scary, and then the purchased tomatoes and sour cream flew down. It was the circus boy Tolka who decided to joke like that. In the end, the guys talked and remained friends, and Aunt Dusya took Denis home.
Main characters and their characteristics:
Denis is almost 9 years old and his mother already sends him alone to the grocery store. Aunt Dusya is a kind woman, a former neighbor who works in a circus. Tolya is a circus boy, he is cunning and his jokes are evil.
What I liked about the work:
I liked this story. There's a lot in it funny phrases: “she screamed in a whisper”, “she shook like a chicken on a fence.” It was funny to read about flying with a clown and falling tomatoes.

Deniska's stories – Girl on the ball

In the story “The Girl on the Ball” Denis Korablev watched interesting circus performance. Suddenly a girl appeared on stage who captured his imagination. Her clothes, her movements, her sweet smile - everything seemed beautiful. The boy was so fascinated by her performance that after it nothing seemed interesting. Arriving home, he told his father about the beautiful circus Thumbelina and asked him to go with him next Sunday to see her together.

The whole essence of the work can be reflected in this passage. How wonderful first love is!

And at that moment the girl looked at me, and I saw that she saw that I saw her and that I also saw that she saw me, and she waved her hand at me and smiled. She waved and smiled at me alone.

But as usual, parents have other things to do. Friends came to my father and a Sunday outing
canceled for another week. Everything would have been fine, but it turned out that Tanechka Vorontsova left with her parents for Vladivostok and Denis never saw her again. It was a small tragedy, our hero even tried to persuade his dad to fly there on a Tu-104, but in vain.

Dear parents, I advise you to ask your young readers why, in their opinion, dad was silent all the time on the way home from the circus and at the same time squeezed the child’s hand. Dragunsky completed the work very correctly, but not everyone can understand its ending. We adults, of course, know the reason for the restraint of a man who realized the tragedy of his son in love, which occurred because of his unfulfilled promise. But it is still difficult for children to get into the recesses of an adult soul. Therefore, a conversation with explanations should be held.

Reader's diary

Name:
Girl on the ball.
Summary:
Denis and his class came to a performance at the circus. There he saw a very beautiful girl performing on the ball. She seemed to him the most unusual of all the girls and he told his dad about her. Dad promised to go and watch the show together on Sunday, but plans changed because of Dad's friends. Deniska couldn't wait until next Sunday to go to the circus. When they finally arrived, they were told that tightrope walker Tanyusha Vorontsova had left with her parents for Vladivostok. Deniska and dad left without finishing the performance and returned home sad.
Main characters and their characteristics:
Deniska - he studies at school. His dad loves the circus, his work involves drawings. Tanya Vorontsova – beautiful girl performing in the circus.
What I liked about the work:
The story is sad, but I still liked it. It’s a pity that Deniska couldn’t see the girl again.

Victor Dragunsky Deniskin's stories – Arbuzny Lane

The story “Watermelon Lane” cannot be ignored. It is perfect for reading on the eve of Victory Day, and simply for explaining to preschoolers and younger schoolchildren, themes of hunger during the war.

Deniska, like any child, sometimes does not want to eat this or that food. The boy is almost eleven years old, he plays football and returns home very hungry. It would seem that he could eat a bull, but mom puts milk noodles on the table. He refuses to eat and discusses this with his mother. And dad, hearing his son’s rednecks, returned his thoughts to his childhood, when there was a war and he really wanted to eat. He told Denis a story about how during a famine, near one store, he was given a broken watermelon. He ate it at home with a friend. And then the series of hungry days continued. Denis’s father and his friend Valka went to the alley near the store every day, hoping that they would bring watermelons and one of them would break again...

Our little hero I understood my father’s story, he really felt it:

I sat and also looked out the window where dad was looking, and it seemed to me that I could see dad and his friend right there, how they trembled and waited. The wind beats on them, and the snow too, and they tremble, and wait, and wait, and wait... And this just made me feel terrible, and I grabbed my plate and quickly, spoon by spoon, swallowed it all, and tilted it then he went to his room, and drank the rest, and wiped the bottom with bread, and licked the spoon.

My review of the first book about the war that I read to my child can be read at. Also on the blog there is good selection and a review for primary school age.

Deniska's stories films

While reading the book to my son, I remembered that as a child I watched children’s films with similar plots. A lot of time passed, but I still decided to look. I found it quickly enough and to my own surprise in large quantities. I will present to your attention three films that my boy and I watched. But I want to warn you right away that reading a book cannot be replaced by a film, since in films plots are sometimes mixed from different stories.

Children's film – Funny stories

I’ll start with this film, since it contains stories from the book I described. Namely:

• Amazing day;
• It is alive and glowing;
• The secret becomes clear;
• Motorcycle racing along a steep wall;
• Dog Thieves;
• From top to bottom, diagonally! (this story is not in our book).

Children's film Deniska's stories – Captain

This film is only 25 minutes long and is based on the story “Tell Me About Singapore”. My son and I simply laughed until we cried when we read it in our book, but when watching the film we did not feel this humorous situation. At the end, the plot with the uncle-captain is supplemented from the story “Chicky-Bryk”, where Deniska’s dad showed magic tricks and Mishka believed in magic so much that he threw his mother’s hat out the window. In the film he does the same trick. main character with a captain's hat.

Children's film Deniska's stories

Although this film has the same name as our book, it does not contain a single story from it. To be honest, we liked him the least. This musical film, where there are few words and many songs. And since I did not read these works to the child, he was not familiar with the plot. Stories included here:

• Exactly 25 kilos;
• Healthy thought;
• Grandmaster Hat;
• Twenty years under the bed.

To summarize, I will say that Victor Dragunsky Deniska’s stories are a book that is easy to read, unobtrusively teaches and educates, and gives the opportunity to laugh. It shows the multifaceted children's friendship, it is not embellished, it recognizes the actions of real children. My son and I liked the book and I am very glad that he has finally grown up to it.

© Dragunsky V. Yu., heirs, 2014

© Dragunskaya K.V., preface, 2014

© Chizhikov V. A., afterword, 2014

© Losin V. N., illustrations, inheritance, 2014

© AST Publishing House LLC, 2015

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About my dad

When I was little, I had a dad. Victor Dragunsky. Famous children's writer. But no one believed me that he was my dad. And I shouted: “This is my dad, dad, dad!!!” And she started to fight. Everyone thought he was my grandfather. Because he was no longer very young. I am a late child. Younger. I have two older brothers - Lenya and Denis. They are smart, learned and quite bald. But they know much more stories about dad than I do. But since it was not they who became children’s writers, but me, they usually ask me to write something about dad.

My dad was born a long time ago. In 2013, on the first of December, he would have turned one hundred years old. And he was born not just anywhere, but in New York. This is how it happened - his mom and dad were very young, got married and left the Belarusian city of Gomel for America, for happiness and wealth. I don’t know about happiness, but things didn’t work out for them at all with wealth. They ate exclusively bananas, and in the house where they lived there were huge rats running around. And they returned back to Gomel, and after a while they moved to Moscow, to Pokrovka. There, my dad did poorly at school, but he loved to read books. Then he worked at a factory, studied to be an actor and worked at the Satire Theater, and also as a clown in a circus and wore a red wig. This is probably why my hair is red. And as a child, I also wanted to become a clown.

Dear readers!!! People often ask me how my dad is doing and ask me to ask him to write something else - bigger and funnier. I don’t want to upset you, but my dad died a long time ago, when I was only six years old, that is, more than thirty years ago. That's why I remember very few incidents about him.

One such case. My dad loved dogs very much. He always dreamed of having a dog, but his mother did not allow him, but finally, when I was five and a half years old, a spaniel puppy named Toto appeared in our house. So wonderful. Eared, spotted and with thick paws. He had to be fed six times a day, like a baby, which made my mother a little angry... And then one day my dad and I came from somewhere or were just sitting at home alone, and I wanted to eat something. We go to the kitchen and find a saucepan with semolina porridge, and it is so tasty (I generally hate semolina porridge) that we eat it right away. And then it turns out that this is Totosha’s porridge, which his mother specially cooked in advance to mix with some vitamins, as puppies should. Mom was offended, of course.

A disgrace is a children's writer, an adult, and he ate puppy porridge.

They say that in his youth my dad was terribly cheerful, he was always inventing something, the coolest and wittiest people in Moscow were always around him, and at home it was always noisy, fun, laughter, celebration, feasting and solid celebrities. Unfortunately, I no longer remember this - when I was born and grew up a little, my dad was very sick with hypertension, high blood pressure, and it was impossible to make noise in the house. My friends, who are now quite grown-up aunties, still remember that I had to walk on tiptoe so as not to bother my dad. They didn’t even allow me to see him, so that I wouldn’t disturb him. But I still got to him, and we played - I was a frog, and dad was a respected and kind lion.

My dad and I also went to eat bagels on Chekhov Street, there was this bakery with bagels and a milkshake. We were also at the circus on Tsvetnoy Boulevard, we sat very close, and when the clown Yuri Nikulin saw my dad (and they worked together in the circus before the war), he was very happy, took the microphone from the ringmaster and sang “The Song about Hares” especially for us. .

My dad also collected bells, we have a whole collection at home, and now I continue to add to it.

If you read “Deniska’s Stories” carefully, you understand how sad they are. Not all, of course, but some – just very much so. I won’t say which ones now. Read it for yourself and feel it. And then we’ll check. Some people are surprised, they say, how did an adult manage to penetrate into the soul of a child, speak on his behalf, as if it were told by the child himself?.. But it’s very simple - dad remained a little boy all his life. Exactly! A person does not have time to grow up at all - life is too short. A person only has time to learn to eat without getting dirty, to walk without falling, to do something, to smoke, to lie, to shoot from a machine gun, or vice versa - to heal, to teach... All people are children. Well, in extreme cases - almost everything. Only they don't know about it.

Of course, I don’t remember much about my dad. But I can write all sorts of stories - funny, strange and sad. I got this from him.

And my son Tema is very similar to my dad. Well, he looks like a spitting image! In the house in Karetny Ryad, where we live in Moscow, there live elderly pop artists who remember my dad when he was young. And that’s what they call Tema – “Bred of Dragoons.” And Tema and I love dogs. We have a lot of dogs at our dacha, and those that are not ours just come to us for dinner. One day some striped dog came, we treated him to cake, and he liked it so much that he ate it and barked with joy with his mouth full.

Ksenia Dragunskaya

“It’s alive and glowing...”

One evening I was sitting in the yard, near the sand, waiting for my mother. She probably stayed late at the institute, or at the store, or maybe stood at the bus stop for a long time. Don't know. Only all the parents in our yard had already arrived, and all the kids went home with them and were probably already drinking tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there...

And now the lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio started playing 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 not made her sit on the sand and get bored.

And at that time Mishka came out into the yard. He said:

- Great!

And I said:

- Great!

Mishka sat down with me and picked up the dump truck.

- Wow! - said Mishka. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up sand himself? Not yourself? Does he leave on his own? Yes? What about the pen? What is it for? Can it be rotated? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me at home?

I said:

- No, I won’t. Present. Dad gave it to me before he left.

The bear pouted and moved away from me. It became even darker outside.

I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother came. But she still didn’t come. Apparently, I met Aunt Rosa, and they stand and talk and don’t even think about me. I lay down on the sand.

Here Mishka says:

- Can you give me a dump truck?

- Get off it, Mishka.

Then Mishka says:

– I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for it!

I speak:

– Compared Barbados to a dump truck...

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

I speak:

- It's broken.

- You will seal it!

I even got angry:

- Where to swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?

And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:

- Well, it wasn’t! Know my kindness! On!

And he handed me a box of matches. I took it in my hands.

“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 somewhere far, far away from me a tiny star was burning, and at the same time I myself was holding it in my hands.

“What is this, Mishka,” I said in a whisper, “what is this?”

“This is a firefly,” said Mishka. - What, good? He's alive, don't think about it.

“Bear,” I said, “take my dump truck, would you like it?” Take it forever, forever! 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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t breathe evenly, and I heard my heart beating and there was a slight tingling in my nose, as if I wanted to cry.

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

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

- Well, how is your dump truck?

And I said:

- I, mom, exchanged it.

Mom said:

- Interesting! And for what?

I replied:

- To the firefly! Here he is, living in a box. Turn out the light!

And mom 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, but this firefly, it turned out to be better than any dump truck in the world.”

Mom looked at me intently and asked:

- And in what way, in what way is it better?

I said:

- How come you don’t understand?! After all, he is alive! And it glows!..

The secret becomes clear

I heard my mother say to someone in the hallway:

–...The secret always becomes clear.

And when she entered the room, I asked:

– What does this mean, mom: “The secret becomes clear”?

“And this means that if someone acts dishonestly, they will still find out about him, and he will be ashamed, and he will be punished,” said my mother. - Got it?.. Go to bed!

I brushed my teeth, went to bed, but did not sleep, but kept thinking: how is it possible that the secret becomes apparent? And I didn’t sleep for a long time, and when I woke up, it was morning, dad was already at work, and mom and I were alone. I brushed my teeth again and started eating breakfast.

First I ate the egg. This is still tolerable, because I ate one yolk, and chopped the white with the shell so that it was not visible. But then mom brought a whole plate of semolina porridge.

- Eat! - Mom said. - Without any talking!

I said:

- I can’t see the semolina porridge!

But mom screamed:

- Look who you look like! Looks like Koschey! Eat. You must get better.

I said:

- I’m choking on her!..

Then my mother sat down next to me, hugged me by the shoulders and asked tenderly:

– Do you want us to go with you to the Kremlin?

Well, of course... I don’t know anything more beautiful than the Kremlin. I was there in the Faceted Chamber and in the Armory, I stood near the Tsar Cannon and I know where Ivan the Terrible was sitting. And there’s a lot of interesting stuff there too. So I quickly answered my mother:

– Of course, I want to go to the Kremlin! Even very!

Then mom smiled:

- Well, eat all the porridge and let's go. In the meantime, I'll wash the dishes. Just remember – you have to eat every last bit!

And mom went into the kitchen.

And I was left alone with the porridge. I spanked her with a spoon. Then I added salt. I tried it - well, it’s impossible to eat! Then I thought that maybe there was not enough sugar? I sprinkled it with sand and tried it... It got even worse. I don't like porridge, I tell you.

And it was also very thick. If it were liquid, then it would be a different matter; I would close my eyes and drink it. Then I took it and added boiling water to the porridge. It was still slippery, sticky and disgusting. The main thing is that when I swallow, my throat itself contracts and pushes this mess back out. It's a shame! After all, I want to go to the Kremlin! And then I remembered that we have horseradish. It seems you can eat almost anything with horseradish! I took the whole jar and poured it into the porridge, and when I tried a little, my eyes immediately popped out of my head and my breathing stopped, and I probably lost consciousness, because I took the plate, quickly ran to the window and threw the porridge out onto the street. Then he immediately returned and sat down at the table.

At this time my mother entered. She looked at the plate and was delighted:

- What a Deniska, what a great guy! I ate all the porridge to the bottom! Well, get up, get dressed, working people, let's go for a walk to the Kremlin! - And she kissed me.

At that same moment the door opened and a policeman entered the room. He said:

- Hello! – and went to the window and looked down. - And also an intelligent person.

-What do you need? – Mom asked sternly.

- Shame on you! “The policeman even stood at attention.” – The state provides you with new housing, with all the amenities and, by the way, with a garbage chute, and you pour all kinds of crap out the window!

- Don't slander. I don't spill anything!

- Oh, don’t you pour it out?! – the policeman laughed sarcastically. And, opening the door to the corridor, he shouted: “Victim!”

And some guy came in to see us.

As soon as I looked at him, I immediately realized that I would not go to the Kremlin.

This guy had a hat on his head. And on the hat is our porridge. It lay almost in the middle of the hat, in the dimple, and a little along the edges, where the ribbon is, and a little behind the collar, and on the shoulders, and on the left trouser leg. As soon as he entered, he immediately began to stutter:

- The main thing is that I’m going to take pictures... And suddenly there’s this story... Porridge... mm... semolina... It’s hot, by the way, through the hat and it’s... burning... How can I send my... ff... photo when I’m covered in porridge?!

Then my mother looked at me, and her eyes became green as gooseberries, and this is a sure sign that my mother was terribly angry.

“Excuse me, please,” she said quietly, “let me clean you up, come here!”

And all three of them went out into the corridor.

And when my mother returned, I was afraid to even look at her. But I overcame myself, went up to her and said:

- Yes, mom, you said it correctly yesterday. The secret always becomes clear!

Mom looked into my eyes. She looked for a long time and then asked:

– Have you remembered this for the rest of your life?

And I answered:

No bang, no bang!

When I was a preschooler, I was terribly compassionate. I absolutely couldn't listen to anything pitiful. And if someone ate someone, or threw someone into the fire, or imprisoned someone, I immediately began to cry. For example, the wolves ate a goat, and all that was left was its horns and legs. I'm crying. Or Babarikha put the queen and the prince in a barrel and threw this barrel into the sea. I'm crying again. Yes, how! Tears run out of me in thick streams straight onto the floor and even merge into entire puddles.

The main thing is that when I listened to fairy tales, I was already in the mood to cry in advance, even before that very terrible place. My lips began to curl and crack, and my voice began to tremble, as if someone was shaking me by the collar. And my mother simply didn’t know what to do, because I always asked her to read or tell me fairy tales, and as soon as things got scary, I immediately understood it and began to shorten the fairy tale as I went. Just two or three seconds before trouble happened, I began to ask in a trembling voice: “Skip this place!”

Mom, of course, skipped, jumped from the fifth to the tenth, and I listened further, but only a little, because in fairy tales something happens every minute, and as soon as it became clear that some misfortune was about to happen again , I again started screaming and begging: “Miss this too!”

Mom again missed some bloody crime, and I calmed down for a while. And so, with worries, stops and quick contractions, my mother and I eventually got to the happy end.

Of course, I still realized that all this made the fairy tales somehow not very interesting: firstly, they were very short, and secondly, they had almost no adventures at all. But on the other hand, I could listen to them calmly, without shedding tears, and then, after such tales, I could sleep at night, and not lie around with my eyes open and be afraid until the morning. And that’s why I really liked such abridged tales. They seemed so calm. Still cool sweet tea. For example, there is a fairy tale about Little Red Riding Hood. My mother and I missed so much in her that she became the most a short tale in the world and the happiest. This is how my mother told it:

“Once upon a time there was a Little Red Riding Hood. One day she baked some pies and went to visit her grandmother. And they began to live and prosper and make good.”

And I was glad that everything worked out so well for them. But, unfortunately, that was not all. I was especially worried about another fairy tale, about a hare. This is a short fairy tale, like a rhyme, everyone in the world knows it:

One, two, three, four, five,
The bunny went out for a walk
Suddenly the hunter runs out...

And here my nose began to tingle and my lips parted in different directions, upper to the right, lower to the left, and the fairy tale continued at that time... The hunter, it means, suddenly runs out and...

Shoots straight at the bunny!

My heart just sank here. I couldn't understand how this happened. Why does this fierce hunter shoot straight at the bunny? What did the bunny do to him? What, he started it first, or what? No! He didn't get cocky after all, did he? He just went out for a walk! And this one directly, without talking:

Bang bang!

From your heavy double-barreled shotgun! And then tears began to flow from me, like from a faucet. Because the bunny wounded in the stomach shouted:

Oh-oh-oh!

He shouted:

- Oh-oh-oh! Goodbye everyone! Goodbye bunnies and hare! Farewell, my fun, easy life! Goodbye scarlet carrots and crispy cabbage! Goodbye forever, my clearing, and the flowers, and the dew, and the whole forest, where under every bush a table and a house were ready!

I saw with my own eyes how a gray bunny lay down under a thin birch tree and died... I burst into three streams of burning tears and spoiled everyone’s mood, because I had to be calmed down, but I just roared and roared...

And then one night, when everyone had gone to bed, I lay on my cot for a long time and remembered the poor bunny and kept thinking how good it would be if this had not happened to him. How truly good it would be if only all this had not happened. And I thought about it for so long that suddenly, unnoticed by myself, I re-invented this whole story:

One, two, three, four, five,
The bunny went out for a walk
Suddenly the hunter runs out...
Right into the bunny...
Doesn't shoot!!!
No bang! No bang!
Not oh-oh-oh!
My bunny is not dying!!!

Wow! I even laughed! How complicated everything turned out! It was a real miracle. No bang! No bang! I only said a short “no,” and the hunter, as if nothing had happened, stomped past the bunny in his hemmed felt boots. And he stayed alive! He will again play in the morning in the dewy meadow, he will jump and jump and beat his paws on the old, rotten stump. Such a funny, nice drummer!

And I lay there in the dark and smiled and wanted to tell my mother about this miracle, but I was afraid to wake her up. And eventually he fell asleep. And when I woke up, I already knew forever that I would no longer cry in pitiful places, because now I can intervene at any moment in all these terrible injustices, I can intervene and turn everything around in my own way, and everything will be fine. You just need to say in time: “No bang, no bang!”

What I love

I really like to lie on my stomach on my dad’s knee, lower my arms and legs and hang on my knee like laundry on a fence. I also really like to play checkers, chess and dominoes, just to be sure to win. If you don't win, then don't.

I love listening to a beetle digging around in a box. And on a day off I like to crawl into my dad’s bed in the morning to talk to him about the dog: how we will live more spaciously, and buy a dog, and work with it, and feed it, and how funny and smart it will be, and how she will steal sugar, and I will wipe up the puddles after her, and she will follow me like a faithful dog.

I also like to watch TV: it doesn’t matter what they show, even if it’s just tables.

I like to breathe with my nose into my mother's ear. I especially love to sing and always sing very loudly.

I really love stories about red cavalrymen and how they always win.

I like to stand in front of the mirror and grimace as if I were Parsley from puppet theater. I also really love sprats.

I love reading fairy tales about Kanchila. This is such a small, smart and mischievous doe. She has cheerful eyes, and small horns, and pink polished hooves. When we live more spaciously, we will buy ourselves Kanchilya, he will live in the bathroom. I also like to swim where it’s shallow so I can hold onto the sandy bottom with my hands.

I like to wave a red flag at demonstrations and blow the “go away!” horn.

I really like making phone calls.

I love to plan, saw, I know how to sculpt the heads of ancient warriors and bison, and I sculpted a wood grouse and the Tsar Cannon. I love to give all this.

When I read, I like to chew on a cracker or something else.

I love guests.

I also really love snakes, lizards and frogs. They're so clever. I carry them in my pockets. I like to have a snake on the table when I have lunch. I love it when grandma shouts about the frog: “Take away this disgusting thing!” - and runs out of the room.

I love to laugh... Sometimes I don’t feel like laughing at all, but I force myself, squeeze out laughter - and look, after five minutes it really becomes funny.

When I have good mood, I love to jump. One day my dad and I went to the zoo, and I was jumping around him on the street, and he asked:

-What are you jumping about?

And I said:

- I jump that you are my dad!

He got it!

I love going to the zoo! There are wonderful elephants there. And there is one baby elephant. When we live more spaciously, we will buy a baby elephant. I'll build him a garage.

I really like to stand behind the car when it snorts and sniff the gasoline.

I like to go to cafes - eat ice cream and drink it with sparkling water. It makes my nose tingle and tears come to my eyes.

When I run down the hallway, I like to stomp my feet as hard as I can.

I love horses very much, they have such beautiful and kind faces.

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

“And on this occasion,” dad picked up, “we will now “slaughter” a watermelon!”

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

I came home from the yard after football, tired and dirty like I don’t know who. I had fun because we beat house number five 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:

Mom, I can eat a bull now.

A poster appeared near our house, so beautiful and bright that it was impossible to pass by it indifferently. It had various birds drawn on it and said, “Songbird Show.” And I immediately decided that I would definitely go and see what kind of news this was.

And on Sunday, at about two in the afternoon, I got ready, got dressed and called Mishka to take him with me. But Mishka grumbled that he got a D in arithmetic - that's one thing, and a new book about spies - that's two things.

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

One day I was sitting and sitting and out of the blue I suddenly thought of something that surprised even myself. I thought that how nice it would be if everything around the world were arranged in reverse. Well, for example, for children to be in charge in all matters and adults would have to obey them in everything, in everything. In general, so that adults are like children, and children are like adults. That would be wonderful, it would be very interesting.

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

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

During recess, our October leader Lyusya ran up to me and said:

– Deniska, will you be able to perform in the concert? We decided to organize two kids to be satirists. Want?

I speak:

- I want everything! Just explain what satirists are.

Although I am already in my ninth year, I only realized yesterday that I still need to learn my lessons. Whether you love it or not, whether you like it or not, whether you are lazy or not, you still have to learn your lessons. This is the law. Otherwise, you can get into such a mess that you won’t recognize your own people. For example, I didn’t have time to do my homework yesterday. We were asked to learn a piece from one of Nekrasov’s poems and the main rivers of America. And instead of studying, I launched a kite into space in the yard. Well, he still didn’t fly into space, because his tail was too light, and because of this he spun like a top. This time.

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

Once we went to the circus as a whole class. I was very happy when I went there, because I was almost eight years old, and I had only been to the circus once, and that was a very long time ago. The main thing is that Alenka is only six years old, but she has already managed to visit the circus three times. This is very disappointing. And now the whole class went to the circus, and I thought how good it was that I was already big and that now, this time, I would see everything properly. And at that time I was little, I did not understand what a circus was. That time, when the acrobats entered the arena and one climbed on the head of the other, I laughed terribly, because I thought that they were doing this on purpose, for laughs, because at home I had never seen grown men climbing on each other. And this didn’t happen on the street either.

Either I wanted to be an astronomer, so I could stay awake at night and watch distant stars through a telescope, and then I dreamed of becoming a sea captain, so that I could stand with my legs apart on the captain’s bridge, and visit distant Singapore, and buy a funny monkey there.

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Deniskin's stories by Viktor Dragunsky

Viktor Dragunsky has wonderful stories about the boy Deniska, which are called “ Deniska's stories" Many children read these funny stories. It can be said that huge amount people grew up on these stories, " Deniska's stories“are unusually exactly similar to our society, both in its aesthetic aspects and in its factuality. Phenomenon universal love To stories by Victor Dragunsky is explained quite simply. By reading small but quite meaningful stories about Deniska, children learn to compare and contrast, fantasize and dream, analyze their actions with funny laughter and enthusiasm.

Dragunsky's stories distinguished by love for children, knowledge of their behavior, and emotional responsiveness. Deniska’s prototype is the author’s son, and the father in these stories is the author himself. V. Dragunsky wrote not only funny stories, many of which most likely happened to his son, but also a bit educational. Kind and good impressions remain after thoughtfully read Deniska's stories, many of which were later filmed. Children and adults reread them many times with great pleasure. In our collection you can read an online list of Deniska’s stories and enjoy their world in any free minute.

Dragunsky Amazing day: Deniska's stories for children. Read the story The Amazing Day of V. Dragunsky, and other funny Deniska stories and funny stories for children and school

Amazing day (short summary)

A story about how guys assemble a rocket to fly into space. Thinking through all the details of its structure, they came up with a very impressive design. And although the friends understood that this was a game, they almost quarreled over deciding who would be the astronaut. It's good that their game ended well! Here parents have the opportunity to discuss safety measures. The fact is that the boys put New Year's firecrackers into the samovar pipe to simulate the takeoff of a rocket. And inside the rocket barrel was cosmonaut Denis. Luckily for him, the fuse cord did not work and the explosion occurred after the boy left the “rocket”.

Amazing day (full story)

A few days ago we started building a site for launching a spacecraft and we still haven’t finished, and at first I thought that one-two-three - and we’ll have everything ready right away. But somehow things didn’t go well, and all because we didn’t know what this site should be like.

We didn't have a plan.

Then I went home. He took a piece of paper and drew on it what goes where: where is the entrance, where is the exit, where to get dressed, where the astronaut is seen off and where to press the button. It all worked out very well for me, especially the button. And when I drew the platform, I also drew a rocket to it. And the first step, and the second, and the astronaut’s cabin, where he will conduct scientific observations, and a separate nook where he will have lunch, and I even figured out where he should wash, and invented self-extending buckets for this, so that he would collect rainwater in them .

And when I showed this plan to Alenka, Mishka and Kostya, they all really liked it. Only Mishka crossed out the buckets.

He said:

They will slow down.

And Kostya said:

Of course, of course! Put those buckets away.

And Alenka said:

Well, there are none at all!

And then I didn’t argue with them, and we stopped all unnecessary conversations and got to work.
We took out a heavy rammer. Me and Mishka pounded the ground with it. And Alenka walked behind us and trimmed us right with her sandals. She had them brand new, beautiful, but five minutes later they turned gray. Repainted due to dust.

We compacted the site wonderfully and worked together. And another guy joined us, Andryushka, he is six years old. Although he is a little reddish, he is quite smart. And in the midst of work, a window on the fourth floor opened, and Alenka’s mother shouted:

Alenka! Home now! Breakfast!

And when Alenka ran away, Kostya said:

It's even better that she left!

And Mishka said:

It's a pity. Still, the workforce...

I said:

Let's dress up!

And we leaned in, and very soon the site was completely ready. Mishka looked at her, laughed with pleasure and said:

Now the main thing needs to be decided: who will be the astronaut.

Andryushka immediately responded:

I will be an astronaut because I am the smallest and weigh the least!

And Kostya:

This is still unknown. I was sick, do you know how I lost weight? Three kilos! I'm an astronaut.

Mishka and I just looked at each other. These little devils have already decided that they will be astronauts, but it’s as if they forgot about us.

But I came up with the whole game. And, of course, I will be an astronaut!

And just as I had time to think this way, Mishka suddenly announced:

And who was in charge of all the work here now? A? I was in command! So I will be an astronaut!

I didn't like this at all. I said:

Let's build the rocket first. And then we’ll do tests for an astronaut. And then we’ll schedule the launch.

They were immediately glad that there was still a lot of game left, and Andryushka said:

Let's build a rocket!

Kostik said:

Right!

And Mishka said:

Well, I agree.

We began building a rocket right on our launch pad. There was a huge pot-bellied barrel lying there. There used to be chalk in it, but now it was lying empty. It was wooden and almost completely intact, and I immediately realized everything and said:

This will be the cabin. Any astronaut can fit here, even a real one, not like me or Mishka.

And we put this barrel in the middle, and Kostya immediately dragged some old nobody’s samovar out the back door. He attached it to a barrel to fill it with fuel. It turned out very difficult. Mishka and I made the internal structure and two windows on the sides: these were portholes for observation. Andryushka brought a rather large box with a lid and half-stuck it into the barrel. At first I didn’t understand what it was, and asked Andryushka:

Why is this?

And he said:

How - why? This is the second stage!

Mishka said:

Well done!

And our work is in full swing. We got it different colors, and several pieces of tin, and nails, and strings, and stretched these strings along the rocket, and nailed the tins to the tail unit, and tinted long stripes along the entire side of the barrel, and did a lot more, it’s impossible to tell everything. And when we saw that everything was ready, Mishka suddenly turned off the tap on the samovar, which was our fuel tank. Mishka turned on the faucet, but nothing came out. Mishka got terribly excited, he touched the dry tap with his finger from below, turned to Andryushka, who was considered our chief engineer, and shouted:

What are you doing? What have you done?

Andryushka said:

Then Mishka became completely angry and shouted even worse:

Be silent! Are you the chief engineer or what?

Andryushka said:

I'm the chief engineer. Why are you yelling?

Where is the fuel in the car? After all, in the samovar... that is, in the tank, there is not a drop of fuel.

And Andryushka:

So what?

Then Mishka told him:

But when I give it to you, then you’ll find out “so what”!

Then I intervened and shouted:

Fill the tank! Mechanic, quickly!

And I looked menacingly at Kostya. He immediately realized that he was the mechanic, grabbed a bucket and ran to the boiler room for water. There he collected half a bucket of hot water, ran back, climbed onto the brick and began to pour it.

He poured water into the samovar and shouted:

There is fuel! Everything is fine!

And Mishka stood under the samovar and scolded Andryushka at all costs.

And then water poured on Mishka. She wasn’t hot, but wow, she was quite sensitive, and when she poured down Mishka’s collar and onto his head, he got really scared and jumped back as if scalded. The samovar was apparently full of holes. He doused Mishka almost all over, and the chief engineer laughed maliciously:

Serves you right!

Mishka's eyes sparkled.

And I saw that Mishka was about to hit this impudent engineer in the neck, so I quickly stood between them and said:

Listen, guys, what are we going to call our ship?

“Torpedo...” said Kostya.

Or “Spartak,” interrupted Andryushka, “or “Dynamo.”

Mishka was offended again and said:

No, then CSKA!

I told them:

After all, this is not football! You can also call our rocket “Pakhtakor”! We should call it “Vostok-2”! Because Gagarin simply called the ship “Vostok”, but we will have “Vostok-2”!.. Here, Mishka, paint, paint!

He immediately took a brush and began to paint, sniffling through his nose. He even stuck out his tongue. We began to look at him, but he said:

Don't interfere! Don't look at your hand!

And we left him.

And at that time I took the thermometer, which I had stolen from the bathroom, and measured Andryushka’s temperature. He had forty-eight and six. I just grabbed my head: I had never seen an ordinary boy have something like this. high temperature. I said:

This is some kind of horror! You probably have rheumatism or typhus. Temperature forty-eight point six! Step aside.

He walked away, but then Kostya intervened:

Now examine me! I want to be an astronaut too!

This is the misfortune that results: everyone wants it! There’s just no end to them. All small fry, and there they go!

I told Kostya:

First of all, you're after measles. And no mother will allow you to be an astronaut. And secondly, show your tongue!

He immediately stuck out the tip of his tongue. The tongue was pink and wet, but it was barely visible.

I said:

Why are you showing me some tip! Come on, get it all out!

He immediately lolled out his entire tongue, so that it almost reached his collar. It was unpleasant to look at this, and I told him:

That's it, that's enough! Enough! You can put your tongue away. It's too long, that's what. Just terribly long. I'm even surprised how it fits in your mouth.

Kostya was completely confused, but then he finally came to his senses, slammed his eyes and said threateningly:

Don't talk! Tell me straight: Am I fit to be an astronaut?

Then I said:

With such and such a language? Of course not! Don't you understand that if an astronaut has a long tongue, it's no good? After all, he will spill all the secrets to everyone in the world: where which star is spinning, and all that... No, you, Kostya, better calm down! It’s better to sit on Earth with your paganism.

Then Kostya suddenly turned red like a tomato. He took a step away from me, clenched his fists, and I realized that now we were going to have a real fight. Therefore, I also quickly spat into my fists and put my leg forward so that I had a real boxing pose, like in the photo of the lightweight champion.

Kostik said:

Now I'll give it a splash!

And I said:

You can grab two yourself!

He said:

You'll be lying on the ground!

Consider yourself dead already!

Then he thought and said:

I don’t want to get involved with anything...

Well, shut up!

And then Mishka shouted to us from the rocket:

Hey, Kostya, Deniska, Andryushka! Go look at the inscription.

We ran to Mishka and began to look. Wow, the inscription was just crooked and curled downwards at the end. Andryushka said:

That's great!

And Kostya said:

But I didn't say anything. Because it was written there: “VASTOK-2”.

I didn’t bother Mishka with this, but went over and corrected both mistakes. I wrote: “VOSTOG-2”.

That's all. The bear blushed and remained silent. Then he came up to me and took me under his visor.

When are you scheduling the launch? - asked Mishka.

I said:

In one hour!

Mishka said:

Zero-zero?

And I answered:

Zero-zero!

* * *
First of all, we needed to get explosives. It was not an easy task, but I still gained something. Firstly, Andryushka brought ten Christmas tree sparklers. Then Mishka also brought some kind of bag - I forgot what it was called, like boric acid. Mishka said that this acid burns very beautifully. And I brought two firecrackers; they had been lying around in my box since last year. And we took a pipe from our samovar-tank, plugged it at one end with a rag and pushed all our explosives into it and shook it out properly. And then Kostya brought some kind of belt from his mother’s robe, and we made a cord from it. We laid our entire pipe in the second stage of the rocket and tied it with ropes, and pulled the cord out, and it lay behind our rocket on the ground, like the tail of a snake.

And now we were all ready.

Now,” said Mishka, “the time has come to decide who will fly.” You or me, because Andryushka and Kostya are not suitable yet.

Yes, I said, they are not suitable for health reasons.

As soon as I said this, tears immediately started dripping from Andryushka, and Kostya turned away and began to poke at the wall, because it was probably dripping from him too, but he was embarrassed that he was almost seven, and he was crying. Then I said:

Kostya is appointed Chief Ignitor!

And Andryushka is appointed Chief Launcher!

Then they both turned to us, and their faces became much more cheerful, and no tears were visible, just amazing!

Then I said:

Mishka said:

Only, mind you, I think!

White-hare-where-ran-in-the-oak-forest-what-did-his-basts-pulled-where-
put-the-deck-who-stole-Spyridon-Mor-del-on-tintil-vintil-get-out!

The bear had to go out. He is, of course, older than Kostya and Andryushka, but his eyes have become so sad that he can’t fly, it’s just terrible!

I said:

Bear, you will fly on your next flight without any counting rhymes, okay?

And he said:

Come on, sit down!

Well, nothing can be done, I got it honestly. We reckoned with him, and he himself counted, but it fell to me, there’s nothing to be done about it. And I immediately climbed into the barrel. It was dark and cramped there, especially the second step was in my way. It was impossible to lie quietly because of it; it dug into my side. I wanted to turn around and lie on my stomach, but I immediately hit my head on the tank; it was sticking out in front. I thought that, of course, it is difficult for an astronaut to sit in the cockpit, because there is a lot of equipment, even too much! But still, I adapted, and curled up, and lay down, and began to wait for the launch.

And then I hear Mishka shouting:

Get ready! Smirrnaa! Launcher, don't pick your nose! Go to the engines.

For the engines!

And I realized that the launch was soon, and I began to lie down further.

And then I hear - Mishka commands again:

Chief Ignitor! Get ready! Light up...

And immediately I heard Kostik fiddling with his matchbox and, it seemed, couldn’t get a match out of excitement, and Mishka, of course, was stretching the team so that everything would fit together - both Kostik’s match and his team. Here he is pulling:

And I thought: well, now! And even my heart began to beat! And Kostya is still rattling matches. I clearly imagined how his hands were shaking and he could not grab the match.

And Mishka has his own:

Light it up... Come on, you unfortunate bastard! Light up...

And suddenly I clearly heard: teal!

- ... burn-gay! Rock it!

I closed my eyes, cowered and prepared to fly. It would be great if this were true, everyone would go crazy, and I closed my eyes even tighter. But there was nothing: no explosion, no shock, no fire, no smoke - nothing. And I finally got tired of it, and I shouted from the barrel:

Soon there, or what? My whole side is lying down - it's aching!

And then Mishka climbed into my rocket. He said:

Stuck. The Bickford cord failed.

I almost kicked him out of anger:

Eh, you are called engineers! You can't launch a simple rocket! Come on, let me do it!

And I got out of the rocket. Andryushka and Kostya fiddled with the cord, and nothing came of it. I said:

Comrade Mishka! Get these fools out of your job! Me myself!

And he went up to the samovar pipe and the first thing he did was to completely tear off their mother’s fickford belt. I shouted to them:

Well, go away! Alive!

And they all ran away in all directions. And I put my hand into the pipe, and mixed everything there again, and put sparklers on top. Then I lit a match and stuck it into the pipe. I shouted:

Hold on!

And he ran to the side. I didn’t think that there would be anything special, because there was nothing like that there in the pipe. I wanted to shout now at the top of my voice: “Boom, tarrarah!” - like it's a blast to play on. And I had already taken a deep breath and wanted to shout louder, but at that moment something in the pipe whistled and whistled! And the pipe flew off from the second stage, and began to fly up, and fall, and smoke!.. And then it boomed! Wow! It was probably the firecrackers that went off there, I don’t know, or Mishkin’s powder! Bang! Bang! Bang! I probably got a little scared from this banging, because I saw a door in front of me, and decided to run away through it, and opened it, and entered this door, but it turned out to be not a door, but a window, and I just ran into it, so he stumbled and fell straight into our house management. There, Zinaida Ivanovna was sitting at the table, and she was counting on a typewriter who should pay how much for the apartment. And when she saw me, she probably didn’t recognize me right away, because I was dirty, straight from a dirty barrel, shaggy and even torn in some places. She was simply stunned when I fell towards her from the window, and she began to wave me off with both hands. She shouted:

What is this? Who is this?

And I probably looked like a devil or some kind of underground monster, because she completely lost her mind and began shouting at me as if I were a neuter noun.

Get out! Get out of here! Here we go!

And I stood up, pressed my hands at my sides and politely said to her:

Hello, Zinaida Ivanna! Don't worry, it's me!

And he began to slowly make his way to the exit. And Zinaida Ivanovna shouted after me:

Oh, this is Denis! Good!.. Wait!.. You’ll find out from me!.. I’ll tell Alexey Akimych everything!

And these screams really ruined my mood. Because Alexey Akimych is our house manager. And he will take me to mom and complain to dad, and I will feel bad. And I thought how good it was that he was not in the house management and that I, perhaps, still need to stay out of his sight for two or three days until everything is settled. And then I was in a good mood again, and I cheerfully and cheerfully left the building management. And as soon as I found myself in the yard, I immediately saw a whole crowd of our guys. They ran and shouted, and Alexey Akimych ran quite briskly ahead of them. I was terribly scared. I thought that he saw our rocket, how it lay blown up, and maybe the damn pipe broke the windows or something else, and now he’s running to look for the culprit, and someone told him that I’m the main culprit, and then he saw me, I was standing right in front of him, and now he’s going to grab me! I thought all this in one second, and while I was thinking it all through, I was already running from Alexei Akimych as fast as I could, but over my shoulder I saw that he was running after me as fast as he could, and I then ran past the kindergarten, and to the right, and ran around the fungus, but Alexey Akimych rushed across me and splashed through the fountain in his trousers, and my heart sank to my heels, and then he grabbed me by the shirt. And I thought: that’s it, it’s over. And he grabbed me with both hands under the arms and threw me up! But I can’t stand it when they lift me by the armpits: it tickles me, and I writhe like I don’t know who and I struggle. And so I look at him from above and writhe, and he looks at me and suddenly declares, out of the blue:

Shout hurray! Well! Shout “hurray” now!

And then I got even more scared: I thought he had gone crazy. And that, perhaps, there is no need to argue with him, since he is crazy. And I shouted not too loudly:

Hurray!.. What's the matter?

And then Alexey Akimych put me on the ground and said:

But the fact is that today the second cosmonaut was launched! Comrade German Titov! Well, not hurray, or what?

Here I'm going to shout:

Of course, hooray! What a hooray!

I shouted so loudly that the pigeons jumped up. And Alexey Akimych smiled and went to his house management.

And the whole crowd of us ran to the loudspeaker and for a whole hour listened to what was being broadcast about Comrade German Titov, and about his flight, and how he eats, and everything, everything, everything. And when there was a break in the radio, I said:

Where is Mishka?

And suddenly I hear:

Here I am!

Indeed, it turns out that he is standing nearby. I was in such a fever that I didn’t even notice him. I said:

Where have you been?

I'm here. I'm here all the time.

I asked:

How's our rocket? Probably exploded into thousands of pieces?

What you! In one piece! It was just the pipe that rattled like that. And the rocket, what will happen to it? It stands as if nothing had happened!

Shall we run and see?

And when we came running, I saw that everything was in order, everything was intact and we could play as much as we wanted. I said:

Bear, and now there are two, so, astronauts?

He said:

Well, yes. Gagarin and Titov.

And I said:

They are probably friends?

Of course,” said Mishka, “what friends!”

Then I put my hand on Mishka’s shoulder. His shoulder was narrow and thin. And we stood still and were silent, and then I said:

And we are friends, Mishka. And you and I will fly together on the next flight.

And then I went to the rocket, and found the paint, and gave it to Mishka so that he could hold it. And he stood next to me, and held the paint, and watched me draw, and snorted, as if we were drawing together. And I saw another mistake and also corrected it, and when I finished, we took two steps back and looked at how beautifully it was written on our wonderful ship “VOSTOK-3”. .......................................................................................................