Charushin stories about Nikita. Nikitka and his friends

Year of writing: 1938

Genre: Story

Main characters: boy Nikita

The author is known for the fact that the inspiration from the children's adventures of the sins, and the short content of the stories "Nikita and his friends" for the reader diary are overcrowded to good children's impressions and funny incidents.

Plot

Nikita is a kind and mischievous boy who is interested in the world around him and his father's classes. He sees his father sitting at the table and writes something on a sheet of paper, and asks about it. Father replies that he wants to write children's stories about him and his adventures. Nikita is called to help and draws pictures on a sheet, and then runs away mom. The narrator remembers how the boy plays a hunt: takes his toy tiger and an elephant and hiding, depicts a tiger roar and elephant buzz. And then I remembered the case with Sparrow, which he found on the street, went out and taught to fly. Nikita watched with delight as the horse rolled all his animals. And somehow he tried to teach a puppy to bite, and he was bitten him.

Conclusion (my opinion)

Animals are the same creatures, like people, although they are deprived of conscious thinking, but they are experiencing both pain and joy, and fear, and sadness, and love. It is impossible to be cruel to animals and plants, each of them benefits this world and is responsible for his mission in the universe, and a good attitude towards them will surely warm his heart, because the help of others does happy.

I sit somehow at my desk and think.

Suddenly approach me on the bike Nikita. Hip, looked at me and asks:

- Do you think dad? Yes? What do you think about? Probably about something interesting?

- About interesting, - I say. - I want to write a book about us with you - for the guys. About how we live are, we wish, how we have a cat fed, like Toka I learned to swim. I will write, and then all the draws: and you, Nikita, and Tomka, and will hear - all, all. Only you do not bother me - I will now write now.

And Nikita was delighted and shouts:

- I also want to write! I will help you!

"Yes, you're still small," I say, "you don't know how!"

"I can," says, "let's take the paper.

Nikita's lucky chair, took a pen, took the paper and began to write pen on paper.

- Well, okay, say. - Write-ka first the name of our first story. Write this way: "As Nikita taught the sparrow to fly."

Nikita stood out the tongue and crushed the pen.

- Well, more about whom to write? - asks.

- Write this: "Like a horse animals kolala."

He wrote it.

And now write: "Like Nikitka bit Tomka."

"Well, I don't want to write about it," says Nikita, "after all I missed him - I just wanted to show him how lions bite." Do not write about it!

- Okay, do not - it is not necessary, write different.

He wrote Nikita, wrote, creaked with a pen, creaked - everything wrote. Tears from the chair and says:

- So I helped you. On paper - read!

He sat on his bike and left to help his mother - she sewed a button to his pants.

Well, read you yourself - maybe what you will understand?

Nikita - Hunter

Nikita has a wooden tiger, crocodile rubber and elephant. Elephant from rags sewn, and inside him wool.

And there is a rope in Nikita.

So I was hidden Nikita my tiger under the bed, the crocodile - for the chest of drawers, an elephant - under the table.

- Sit there, "says. - Now I will hunt you!

And the rope became snakes. Also under the chair lives, wriggling there.

- Hunting begins! - Screaming Nikita.

He charged his gun and crawled. CHRANS, CHRAND and TIG TIG. And the tiger as he grieves a terrible voice:

"RRRR-RRR-RR!"

And then jambell, like a cat:

"Meow meow!"

This, of course, was not a tiger and meow, but Nikita himself.

- boo! Ba-Bach! - shouted Nikita.

It's like a gun shot. Killed a tiger hunter and crawl further. CHRAND, CHRAND, and on the wild elephant. There is an elephant, the fangs turned forward and the triste is trunk, as in the pipe:

"Tru! Trrrr-Rrr-Ruuuu! "

This, of course, Nikita for him is a pipe.

"Building, Ba-Bach!"

This Nikita from Pope found out that the crocodiles are of a cow.

"Building, Ba-Bach!" - Crocodile killed.

"Building, Ba-Bach!" - And the snake is ready.

All shot Nikita and shouts:

- Here I am what a hunter! I'm not afraid of anyone!

In the summer we arrived at the cottage and went for a walk.

"Are you, Nikitushka, don't take a rifle with me?" - I ask. - After all, you are a hunter.

- Oh, right, I forgot! - Says Nikita.

He ran home, found his gun under the bed, put it over his shoulder and walks with me nearby.

We go in a meadow among white daisies with yellow buttons-middle.

With butterfly colors, multicolored fly. Grasshopes from us on the side will jump.

And suddenly we see the Sorry. It is quite the same as big forty, - black with white, only the tail is shortening and smaller himself.

Rides from us for the grass on the grass, wings waves, and I can not fly yet.

Boiled to ripples and hid in it.

I look, Nikita-fourth hunter became - also attached. The whisper asks me:

- Dad! Dad! Can I shoot me?

- Shoot, shoot, - I say. - Once you are a hunter, so you can.

And here is Nikita on the grass to the litter.

Long Clee with a gun in your hand. I got very close.

Here he aimed. And suddenly how tormenting in all the throat:

- boo! Ba-Bach!

And the sorry jumped out of the bush yes how to shout:

"Creeia! Cheree! Crying! "

Nikita immediately cast a rifle - and to me. Runs, stupid, falls.

I look: and the sorry is also surprised - only in the other side.

So from each other we are flying: forty - in the forest, and Nikita - from Soroki from the forest.

- Are you what, hunting? What was scared?

- Yes, how! - Says Nikita. - Why she, stupid, shouts himself!

Sparrow

I went Nikita with a dad walking. He walked, walked and suddenly hears - someone twikate:

- Chilik Chilik! Chilik-chilik! Chilik-chilik!

And he sees Nikita that it is a little sparrow jumping along the road. Looks like that, just like a ball rolls. He has a short tail, beak yellow, and he does not fly away. It can be seen, can not yet.

- Watch, dad, - Nikita shouted, - not a real sparrow!

And dad says:

- No, this is a real sparrow, but only small. This, probably, the chick fell out of his nest.

Then I ran Nikita to catch a sparrow and caught.

And it became this sparrow to live at home in a cage, and Nikita fed it with flies, worms and a bun with milk.

Here lives Sparrow in Nikita. All the time shouts - there is asking for. Well, what a fit! Sun in the morning the Sun will seem, - he grieves and wakes all.

Then Nikita said:

- I will teach it fly and release.

I got a sparrow from the cage, put on the floor and began to learn.

"You are wings like that of Masha," Nikita said and showed his hands as you should fly.

And the sparrow rode under the chest.

Feed the sparrow more day. Again he planted Nikita on the floor to learn to fly.

Nikita waved his hands, and the sparrow waved the wings. Flew sparrow!

So he flew through the pencil.

Through a red fire car flew. And how it became through a non-living cat-toy to flew, came across it and fell.

"You still fly," says Nikita him. - Let me feed you again.

I fed, fed, and the next day of the sparrows through nikitin the bench flew.

Through the chair flew.

After the table with a jug flew.

That's just through the Dresser could not fly - fell.

It can be seen, it is necessary to feed it.

Another day Nikita took a sparrow with him to the garden, yes there and released.

Sparrow through the brick flew.

Through Perenok flew.

And he became over the fence to flew, and she fell on him and fell.

And the next day he, and through the fence flew.

And through the tree flew.

And through the house flew.

And completely from Nikita flew away.

This is how great learned to fly!

Quail

In our cage there lived a manual passing. Such a small wild chicken. All brown, in light stripes. And on her throat, she had badges from the pynes, as if the childly aluminum.

Over the cage walks along the cage and quietly dresses - like this:

- Türr-Türr! Türr-Türr!

And it will fall on the barbell and bathes in the sand, like a real chicken, cleans the pynes, covers the wings. We will show her a worm, she will fit and kicks out.

We even took her on your hands like a toy.

She sits on his palm and does not fly away. Completely manual.

But the most amazing thing that's what. As soon as we light electricity in the evening, the wrapper immediately begins to shout - shout:

- Fish-pour! Fish-pour!

- What does she say? - asks Nikita.

- It's she stacked you sleep. You hear, shouts: "It's time to sleep! Time to sleep!"

Listened to Nikita - really looks like:

- Fish-pour! Time to sleep! Fish-pour! Time to sleep!

And Nikita and in fact it's time to sleep. But only difficult to put it.

- It's too early! - Says Nikita.

Cockup again:

- Time to sleep!

- Yes, I do not want!

- Time to sleep!

- Well, yes, I'll play a little more!

Here, how sniffing, you can't tolerate anymore:

- Time to sleep! Time to sleep! Time to sleep!

- Yes, wash it!

- Time to sleep! Time to sleep!

- Yes, I take a pantice!

- Time to sleep! Time to sleep!

- What do you shout, stupid? After all, I'm already lying.

Sleep the light in the house - here it will shovel, and Nikita will sleep.

So we were led.

She began to wind up Nikita to sleep.

She will whistle her "fill-pour", nikita starts to yawn. I score-scoring, and then it will be remembered, it will be divided and goes to bed.

True, the quieter is not only in the evenings, but at another time I screamed "to sleep", but I immediately caught some towel or handkerchief on the cage, and she silent.

In the dark, shouting do not like.

In the summer we moved to live in the country.

In the garden, a larger fence cell was arranged. We planted it there and went into the field to collect flowers on a housewarming. And the cage turned out to be a slot, the cripper was killed. We came back, but it is not.

That's a pity, we were!

We began to look for her. All day we are looking for a whole evening. In the grass they turn, the bushes spread out. No and there is no passing.

We were tired, out of my strength. Nikita has long time to sleep.

- How will I sleep? - He cries. - Nobody stacked me.

And now the moon rose. Bright-bright, all illuminated with a circle: both the grass and the road. Suddenly we hear from the bush that the road itself:

- Fish-pour! Fish-pour!

- She is! - Says Nikita.

And the passage is even louder:

- Fish-pour! Time to sleep!

We are in the bushes - and immediately caught our cripper.

She was all cold, wet from dew. We returned home with her, they shoved a tight-tiled in the cage and put the cripper back back. And Nikita went to sleep.

Ryabchonok

I have long noticed one cleaner with rims in the forest. They are scattered in the grass, like yellow buttons. Such small that in the neck of the bottle is inhauling. They are very good to shed.

We took in the basket - I am big, and a little nikitka - and went to the forest.

And Tomka ran with us.

We also did not reach the clearing with the Ryzhikov, as Tomka twisted, spinning in one place near the tree, - began to sniff. And suddenly, some of us slammed the wings loudly.

We looked at the bush, and there some kind of amazing chicken goes there, walks and looks at us. Pierceful such, shaggy paws, and on the head black Khokholok - it will rise by a cap, will fall.

- Who is this? - asks Nikita.

"Hush, quieter," I say to him, "don't scare, it's Ryabchikha."

Suddenly, the chicken crawled on the ground, like the mouse, then got up with a column, the neck pulled out and even louder it wings. He praised, praised, the whole, as if the sick, and rocked somewhere.

- That's the idea! What is she so? - asks Nikita.

"It's her chittime," I say, "our tomka from chickens takes.

And Tomka as he saw Ryabchihu, so immediately rushed after her.

Ryabchikha seams, pickles, barely runs, as if she was completely sick. Pretending.

And Tomka and glad: squeals, barks, is about to catch up with Ryabchikhu, that's why it grabs her tail! Stupid tomka.

His ripples led away far away and then, it can be seen, sat on a tree. We hear: Tomka barks in one place.

Here I say:

- Come on, Nikitushka, looking with tooth chickens. Ryabchikha from here Tomka was deliberately carried out - hence the ripples somewhere were hidden here.

Raised the lands with the Earth, we see: some mushroom ribbon sticks out on a thin leg. And under the tower of the rink sits. Hid and eyes closed.

I am a DAC with his hand - and caught. Ready! Caught, small!

And what is it what! Just like a real chicken. Only smaller, and the whole striped and spotted. This is to be easier to hide.

More fluffy, and on the wings of feathers means already flies.

I and Nikita gave to hold the Ryabchonka.

- What are we going to do with it? - I ask. "We will take home or leave Ryubchikh?" Perhaps he will die at our house without a mother.

"Let's give Ryubchikh," says Nikita.

So we did.

I opened my hand. And the Ryabchonok sits on my palm and does not move, it is very afraid.

Here I pushed him a little bit, and he flew.

Fly steps five, sat down on the ground and disappeared from the eye - whether it was put in the pit, or under some sheets climbed or just pressed against the ground.

Well, deftly hide these ripples!

We scored full of fried baskets with Nikitaka and came home.

And Tomka remained in the forest. His stupid, Ryabchikha was still deceiving for a long time, drove from the tree to the tree.

Tale, which Nikita himself told

So I caught a frog, put it in a jar. I fed her, fed, fed ...

I fed the worms, focused big-predicted. And then I made her a house with a stove so that the smoke was going out of the pipe.

Here I arrive in the morning feed the frog, and the frog turned into a fire truck. So I fed it, fed ...

- kerosene. Cars kerosene drink. Fed, fed ... And the fire truck turned into a boar.

I fed it, fed, fed ...

- carrot. He turned into geese-swans.

I fed them, fed with seeds, they turned into a tiger.

- And what did you feed it?

- And he did not feed him. I aimed into it from the gun yes like ba-bah! .. and shot.

Nikita-Doctor

Says Nikita Tomka:

- Well, Tomka, now I will treat you.

She put on Nikita to himself a bathrobe from the sheet, the glasses climbed on the nose and took the doctor to listen to the duff. Then he went out of the door and knocked - this doctor came. Then I dried towel - this doctor washed his hands.

Bowed to Tomka's puppy and says:

- Hello Young man! You swear, I see. What hurts you?

And Tomka, of course, does not answer anything, only the tail is wagging - it does not know how to talk.

"Lower a young man," says Dr. Nikita, "I will listen to you."

The doctor turned the Tomka upstairs to the belly, attached to the stomach a shirt and listens. And Tomka to hug him for the ear!

- What are you who bite! - shouted Nikita. - After all, I doctor!

An angry doctor. He grasped Tomka behind the paw and put a thermometer-pencil under the mouse.

And Tomka does not want to measure the temperature. Straps. Then the doctor tells the patient:

- Now you open the mouth and say: aaaa. And touch the tongue.

I wanted to look a language. And the Tomka squeals and the language does not prove.

"I will regish you a medicine," says Dr. Nikita, "and scientific brushing your teeth." I see that you, a young man, sludge, do not love your teeth to clean.

I took Nikita my toothbrush and began to clean my teeth in Tomka.

And Tokka as grabbing the brush to the teeth! I escaped from the doctor from the hands, dragged the brush and sprinkle it into small pieces.

- You are stupid, Tomka! - Screaming Nikita. - After all, they are not so playing!

So did not learn a Tomka to play the patient.

Cat

It became someone else's cat to scare our birds - Chizhi, Scheglov, Canary, Snegiree. We have a lot of them lived. They sing well, and we always kept them with Nikita. The cat is mounted on the balcony to our window, comes on the cornice and looks through the glass on the birds. And the birds are worried, mowed to the cage.

Here is Nikita and tells Tomka:

- Let's go with you someone else's cat scare.

- WOF WOF! - So, understands what "cat" is!

They approached together to the window and became next.

And someone else's cat sits outside the window, it does not reduce the eyes from the birds. Zavaln Nikita with his hands, shouts:

- I went away!

And Tomka bounced, flashed, the paws on the glass scratches. And the cat does not think to leave. The forehead frowned, the ears pressed, the mustache spread. I became a fussy-conveyance - I became a terrible tiger.

Stroyl a little Nikita, calling me:

- Dad, dad, yes what is it! We scream, shout, and she looks at us and is not afraid.

"Therefore, it's not afraid that you can not hear through the glass," I say Nikita. - You do not cry her, but somehow scare anyhow.

"Okay," says Nikita.

They approached again with a volume to the window. Nikita has spread his fingers, the eyebrows molded, made a terrible-faster face. Tomka also scolded teeth. Then the cat arched the back, waved the tail as a brush and so wrinkled that the eyes were with a pitch. Not heard, but it can be seen that it is terribly on Nikita and Tomka hits.

So all three on each other and watch.

So each other and scare.

She is scared them.

They are frightened.

Suddenly the cat somehow rushed, back and kwyarka! From the cornice to the balcony.

Stopped the cat after all.

Like horse animals rode

Gave Nikita a wooden horse. White horse all, in gray apples. Her eyes have glass, and the mane and the tails are real - from horse hair.

And also gave Nikita a cart.

Here is a trolley!

The wheels are red, the neck is gold, the seat is soft, on the springs.

Became Nikita hide bargain.

Put it in Ogrokli, tied an arc with bells and buboins. And only he harnessed her - how the horses will be flooded with hooves, as Nikita from the hands breaks down - and ran through the floor. Under the table slaughtered, under the chair, under the sofa, and then from under the sofa jumped up - and march in the corridor! The entire Dark Corridor has slipped and rushed down the stairs. From the steps on the step jumps, and the truck is jumping back.

The horse ran into the street, buckles rang. People are surprised, shouting:

- See! Look! A wooden horse runs, a wooden trolley is lucky!

Dogs fled, bark. Sparrows aside shake, cats on the fence climb - fear.

I ran through the horse through the entire city - where the fields and gardens begin. A horse is worn around the fields, waving the tail. She sees: hares in the garden cabbage eat, long ears are thrown.

The horse approached them and asks:

- Want, bunnies, ride?

- We want, want! - Say hares.

Jump, jump in, trolley - and sat down.

The horse waved the tail, mane shook - and rushed along the path.

Benhala-fled, and then asks:

- Well, bunnies, well to ride you?

Nobody is answering.

I looked at the horse, and the cart is empty.

Where are the hares? Where did you go?

And the hares on the clearing play, jump in each other.

- Bored us in your trolley to sit! - scream hares. - We are more fun through the hemp yelling the bumps.

The horse runs along the track, again the empty trolley is lucky. Suddenly hears - someone in the bushes covers and sticks out.

- Hey! Who is the sniffs there? - Asks the horse. - Get out! I will sing you!

"Wait, now get out," someone answers her.

And the buns are getting out of the bushes - round, spiny, all in needles.

He came accepted, stigma, and then climbed into the cart - and the ball curled.

Rada Horse - there is someone to call!

It runs, it runs, then to the right, then it turns to the left, and in the trolley of the Yozh from the angle in the corner it is rolling.

Rode-rode and rolled out from the cart on the road.

A horse looked around - what is?

Lost Yozh.

Horse again empty trolley lucky.

He sees: the bear at the road collects raspberry bushes.

Thick-prestrolled bear.

- Want, Mikhailo Ivanovich, ride? - Asks the horse.

"Okay," the bear answers. - Here is a raspberry bush volume and go.

The bear washed, the paw salmon and climbed into the trolley - the trolley under it. The horse has been picked up - I have shifted the cart from the spot.

He tries hard, lucky, puffs.

Poted the bear on the hill, and already under the hill the cart sama shed.

The wheels on the pebbles jump, the bear in the trolley shakes, the bear in the trolley is shown.

And how shook him rolling - he fell out. Sits on the road, the nose of the nose rubs.

"I will not ride more," roars. - I will walk in my four.

And gone to the forest.

Bored horse: no one else wants to ride. She went home. Suitable for the house, and on the porch on the bottom step, Nikita sits and the rope binds - the whip is doing.

Speed \u200b\u200bNikita horse and shouts:

- Where did you leave home? I want to ride!

The horse was delighted.

Sit down, Nikita, sit down, "says, but you don't quit me very much.

Nikita sat down in the cart, pulled the burden but how shouting:

- N-n-n-ooo! Go!

Wow, the horse rushed!

Nikita will pull the right sieve - it runs to the right, pulls his left - she turns to the left.

Past of vegetable gardens, the hares were scared, past the bushes swept, where the Yozh hides, in the forest she slipped, where the bear was gone.

We drove past the lake - Nikita water got drunk there.

We drove around the field - Nikita Zuche caught there.

We drove through the forest - there is Nikita with a strawberry strawberry.

We went, went and turned home. Drink to the porch, stopped.

- TPRRr-RRP-RR-Ruuuu! We arrived!

I put Nikita the horse again into the corner under the bed, where she used to stand, Paper hay her Nastrig.

"Eat," says the horse. You ran a lot today!

And in fact, the horse did not run anywhere - this and Nikitushka and I played so.

About zaitan

Once at the cottage, Nikita came running to me and shouts:

- Dad, give rabbits! Dad, give rabbits!

And I do not understand what rabbits give him. And I'm not going to give anyone, and I have no rabbits.

- What are you, Nikitushka, - I say, - What's wrong with you?

And Nikita is crying straightforward: give yes give him rabbits.

Here Mom came and told me everything. It turns out that the village guys brought two from the meadows will be engaged: they caught them on the Senokos. And Nikita confused everything. It was necessary to say: "Take it," and he says: "Give rabbits."

We took it to happen, they began to live with us.

Well, the gloriouss were engaged! Single shaggy balls! Ears apart, brown eyes, big. And the paws are soft-soft - as if they walk in the boots.

We wanted to feed to feed. They gave them herbs - do not eat. Poured milk in a saucer - and milk do not drink ... Folds, or what?

And they descended them to the floor - they do not give a step to anyone. Right put on your feet. Stream with fruits in boots and lick them ... it must be looking for a mother-haunch.

It can be seen, hungry, and there are no you can. Sosksus still.

Here Tomka came to the room, our dog. I also wanted to look at the wage. They, the poor things, put emphasized on Tomka, climb on him ... Tomka buried, snapped and ran away.

How do we feed to feed? After all, they, poor things, die with hunger.

We thought, thought, and invented, finally. We went to look for them a cat feeder.

The cat was lying on the bench at the neighboring house, fed her kittens. She is such a pedestrian, painted, even her nose from her colorful.

We dragged the cat to the encouragement, she like snapshots on them, how to wipe the bass, almost how much. Yes, her!

We went to look for another feed.

We see, a cat is lying on Zavalinka, all black, with a white paw. Cat with a cat, it's not enough in the sun ... And how they took it to be asleep on her, she immediately released everything and shattered. Also not suitable in the cormalists! We delivered it back.

Become a third cat.

At the very end of the village found. The appearance is so good, affectionate. Only this affectionately, I did not eat a little later. As I saw them, I broke out of the hands Yes, how to rush on it, like on mice.

By nasil, we dragged her down and dried out the door.

Probably, our worships would die with hunger, if, on our happiness, another cat was found - fourth. She herself came to us. And came because the kittens were looking for. She had a kittens, and she went through the whole village and searched them ... Redhead, thinning; We fed her, drank and laid on the windowsill and brought to her would be engaged. First one bunny, then the other.

Munned to her, they immediately sat down, even stamped - they found milk!

And the cat first threw up, worried, and then lick them became - and even the song was coaling.

So everything is in order.

Many days fed the cat will be engaged.

Lies with them on the windowsill, and the people stop at the window, looks:

- That's so miracle, the Cat Zaitsev feeds!

Then they have grown up, they learned the grass themselves and ran into the forest. They live to live too much.

And the cat started the real kittens.

Airplanes behind the roofs

In our room three windows.

You look at one - you will see a neighbor's balcony. There are always sparrows flying there after lunch. They are deposited by the neighbors every day in a blue residue of food.

You will look at another window - you will see the street. On the street, red trams run, call, black cars are siny, blue buses roll, and the people walk along the sidewalks and across the street.

And the third window is the most interesting. There roofs, roofs and pipes.

One big factory pipe with thick smoke, and there is an airplane.

Airplanes seem very small. They fly between the pipes: they are lowered behind the roofs, then ride high in the sky.

In bad weather, when clouds rush low, the planes as if they play a hide and seek.

We fly - fly, fly to the cloud - and they will disappear from the eyes.

And then again emerged, but already anywhere else.

And in good weather, the planes do not just fly: they are tumbling in the sky, then the screw is raised upwards, then down fall.

Nikita says about them:

- They live behind the big pipe, and go to the sky to walk.

Loves Nikita to look at this window. He hurts his nose to the glass and stands for a long time. He even travels his nose.

- Hey, Nikita, do not give the nose glass! Look, you will have a nose with a cake.

Nikita will move away from the glass, and then will forget and again will break into it with his nose.

And then came May Day.

With Nikita, we opened all the windows in the room, got wondered and sat down at the window.

We were early to go to the parade. We should have come out.

Only we sat down at the window, Nikita shouted:

- Look look!

I looked and saw airplanes.

There were a lot of them. They gathered for a factory pipe. That's just like Tolkunts - mosquitoes gather in summer evenings from some kind of kestic.

And suddenly all this mosquito pile flew straight to us.

It is still closer and spreads everything wider and wider over the roofs. Now you can hear how it buzzes.

Great buzzed like bumblebees.

Here the airplanes have grown, they became more swallows, and they are not buzzing now, and buzz Bas.

From the very left edge of the sky to the rightmost all the circle of thug.

So airplanes have become like ducks.

Here's already craving ...

And then stumbled across the sky, buried like lions in Zooadad.

As hit, so it became dark on the street. They fly low - over the largest, in our whole house glass rattles.

Nikita pressed toward me, covered the hollow of my jacket, and he was looking at the window in the window.

Then, when all the planes were flew through us and stopped to buzz, Nikita looked out and says:

- Oh, dad! How scary. After all, I thought they were small, and they won! And how to thunder! ..

"It's very good that scary," I say, "let all enemies fear of our aircraft." And you, Nikitushka, do not be afraid. After all, planes for that and fly to all young boys and little girls live calmly and happily in our country.

Heron

When you draw animals in Zoo, then you see much more.

This is probably because the animals cease to notice a fixed person and are engaged in their affairs. My son and I went to the zoosad animals draw. First approached swans. The biggest of them fell asleep, standing on one leg, - you will not wonder where he has a head, where the tail is like this is not a bird, but a huge white cult on a black wand. Nikita painted him:

"See how he put his long neck on his side and on his back, and put his head for the wing?"

Then we saw the swan on the water. He sailed somehow strange - turning his leg. We decided: the patient means. And it turns out, not at all sick: it is so lacking.

Lies in water. One leg raises, and the second rowing. Then it turns out on the other side, another leg will drip and substitute the sun and the breeze.

Next to the lake where Swans and Ducks were swam, in a huge cage - TETEREV, Ceremonic, Pheasant and Partridge: Our Northern and South - Mountains are called Kekliki. Such round wild chicken with bright red beak. The beak also glows with red, as if the bird rowan keeps all the time and cannot swallow.

And Phezan is linux. Feathers changes. It can be seen at that time the bird is hard.

She feels bad. Pheasant heads hardened and stands. Draw, however, it is convenient: he does not move at all.

Nikita made five sketches from it. And then he trampled a long twig from the poplar, which grew alongside, glanced it through the metal grid and fed to himself a few pheasani painted feathers. Two chips grabbed and pulled out out. True - very beautiful feathers. And one of the tail is long-long and everything in transverse stripes.

We stood, loved ... One partridge began to swim. Lit on the side and in the sand is blunting, trembling - just like a homemade chicken. Nikita painted her, here she is.

In the end, we approached the herle. She is in a single cage with cranes.

Cranes walk all the time; They have lush, sort of like curly, black tails of soft long feathers.

Radiating raspberry, gray themselves. Very nice birds, such solid, large, beautiful. Even their gait is important.

And the Heron is like an idol. Some kind of humpbalan, stunned. His long neck folded as a folding Arshin, it seems like between the shoulders dragged - only a long beak like a peak, sticking out. And the eyes of the Heron directly some kind of bird even, but fish: without an expression, fixed and as if even flat. And it costs it the scarecrow on one leg, will not get drowned.

Nikita draws, and I will scour. And ... Here everything somehow immediately happened. Passing the sparrow through the mesh ceiling and goes down to the feeder. And just about the Heron flies. And as if the white snake flashed in the air. It straightened the longest neck of heron, and scary, desperately shouted the sparrow: His Heron grabbed his beak on the summer.

I rushed to the cage, Nikita too. Began both screaming.

All birds in the aviary were noticed ... The Heron shook and released the sparrow, and he, fool, crushed on the ground, like a mouse. Quickly, quickly rolled in the dark side, in the corner - and yukk in the rat hole. But Nora turned out to be through - only through a thick board. He flew out of the cage.

"Now I know," says Nikita, "what it is - Heron!" This is a predator, and what else! So I really imagine. There is such a bird in the reente, as stuffed. It does not move, there is a frog of his eyes. Oatmeal-Kamnitsa flew. Near the village on Kamyshinka - Once! - and came to her in the beak. The perch of the flock fell closer. Time! - And there is no perch!

Well and bird! No wonder she and look at some kind of ugly.

- Draw, - I say - Nikita, how she catches the sparrow, because interesting!

"No," says, "I won't even want to remember."

Nikita Evgenievich Charushin, as well as his father, a well-known writer and artist-schedule Evgeny Ivanovich Charushin, almost completely devoted his creativity of the animal children's book. Born and grew up in Leningrad, graduated from the picturesque faculty of the Institute of Painting, Sculpture and Architecture named after I.E. Pepina. It issued more than 90 publications, among which children's books of V. Bianki, R.Kipling, S.Mikhalkov, S. Marshak, I.Sokolov-Mikitova, B. Slakova, I.Sladkov, E. Scharushina, F. Moueta, F. Zaltene , S.Voronin. Winner of All-Russian, All-Union, International Children's Book Contests. The works of N.E. Scharushin are presented in the collections of the Tretyakov Gallery, the Russian Museum, Museums of Japan, Germany and other countries.

The artist in the eighth generation, Nikita Charushin made her first drawing for three years to nine months. It was a "tiger", immediately hit the children's art exhibition. From the Father - a brilliant artist Evgenia Charushina, a hunter and connoisseur of nature - the Son inherited respect for the forest, attentiveness to every animal and a bird. It was the father that I instilled in Nikita hunting culture, during which you need to look more than shoot. After many years, Nikita Charushin will write: "Thanks to the hunt, when in difficult conditions you see the beast, or a bird, or how the branch is swinging from the blooming bird, everyone perceive sharper, and these impressions fill me so far."

The formation of a young artist was strongly affected by the environment in which he grew up: Wednesday of family friends, artists who adhere to the traditions of the Leningrad School, V.M. Konashevich, V.I. Kurdova, V.M.vasnetsov and others. Very much, according to Nikita Evgenievich himself, in understanding the art gave him two years of communication with V.V. Lebedev. Under his leadership, young Charushin even was even lucky enough to have several book works.

Nikita Evgenievich appealed to the book chart in 1959. From this time, he began to cooperate with Murzilka magazines, "funny pictures", "Neva".

In the earliest works, the artistic manner of Nikita Charushin looks like a Maneru of the Father: the same concentration on a particular beast or bird, the same minimalism, the same technique of frames of fur and plumage. The reason is not only in unconscious imitation, but also that after the death of Yevgeny Ivanovich, the son had to complete a series of drawings started for the books already in publishing portfolios: it tied Nikita Charushina to the father's manner. At the same time, the young artist was in constant search for his own way.

Nikita Charushin tried to transfer the beast and birds in the image of the birds that would be easy to know the child, because the main task was considered not an exact image, but the creation of images of animals, reflection of their style, character.

Evgeny and Nikita Charshina. Friends. M.: Kid, 1991

An image of the medium was helped by achieving this goal, from which the artist never pulled his characters: in his illustrations, animals and birds continue to live in nature in their laws. For Charushin, the idea of \u200b\u200bthe continuity of any creation with the medium is very important, he seeks to convey this idea to the reader.

Some conventionality of the image along with the ease of transmission of the image make Nikita Charushin's drawings similar to Chinese painting and on the painting of impressionists. Charushin himself wrote that he was "an emergency emotional impression ... Paleolithic, then archaic China ... Assyria - Scenes of Hunting for Lviv, Mexican Animalistic Art." But the main creative impulse for him was nature, daily, albeit small, discoveries that Nikita Evgenievich committed, studying her.

Evgeny and Nikita Charshina. Friends. M.: Kid, 1991

It is hard to be the son of genius. It is immeasurably harder to go through the same way, to continue his case, because by the critics, the comparison will always be inevitable and not always flattering.

The works of Nikita Charushin look like the work of his father - and in the sense of scene and figurative intimacy, and by the technique itself of the picture. But after all, the father's talent was so large, the technique is so new and unique for Russian art that students, the continuents simply did not have the right to appear!

Nikita continued his animalistic traditions laid by the Father. For this, not only spiritual continuity was needed. Of course, a talent was required.

Despite the similarity of the technician, the father and son of Charshina - all the same different artists. Their difference is primarily in relation to the world seen at the very look. If Evgeny Ivanovich rather a portraitist - in his works is a great emotional concentration on one being, then for mature Nikita, the beast or a bird is part of the whole, nature.

N. Scharushin, E. Scharushin. Bear fisherman. M.: Kid, 1981.

Animalistic drawing for children's books is not such a simple task, as it seems: it is not enough to draw animals well here. In this case, art dictates an unshakable law: accuracy - not to similar images on paper on his living prototype, but in the ability to convey the feeling of life.

The abundance of details can challenge the image of a beast or bird. This is what many artists sin, drawing for animalistic books: their books lose the artistic start and become similar to reference books.

About Nikitu Charushina and his father said: "Nature", "Nature Artists". These are those who do not "simply syvents everything in a row from nature," and perceives his mediation between art and nature as a high moral mission. They understood that the purpose of such drawing was to cause the child's "surprise of the beauty of the animal" and from this moment to capture his image as something necessary in life.

Animalists in the children's book have always been little. Talented topics. But if such a master grows, it becomes somehow the magician and the wizard, because it shows us that we are "see, do not see", - the nature that the usual city resident doesn't even know how or does not want feel. But this blindness threatens us with a catastrophe - life in a concrete-plastic world! The dormant, unfortunately, is rarely manifested in children by itself: to develop it, you need to make significant efforts. And then an animal children's book can help.

"The value of the artist-NiPorno ... In a high moral mission, the ethical human relations to nature into the work of the ethical relationship. Who seen once a branch or a bodie with a cranberry road still ... I do not understand those who are consumer related to nature, "Nikita Evgenievich Charushin wrote. "She is striking me and always surprises, and this surprise helps me to live in art." I will assume that my life is not in vain, if my art indirectly retains nature, protects it from destruction. "

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N.Slakov. From North to South. M.: Kid, 1987.

And now the moon rose. Bright-bright, all illuminated with a circle: both the grass and the road. Suddenly we hear from the bush that the road itself:

Fish-pour! Fish-pour!

She is! - Says Nikita.

And the passage is even louder:

Fish-pour! Time to sleep!

We are in the bushes - and immediately caught our cripper.

She was all cold, wet from dew. We returned home with her, they shoved a tight-tiled in the cage and put the cripper back back. And Nikita went to sleep.

About zaitan

Once at the cottage, Nikita came running to me and shouts:

Dad, give rabbits! Dad, give rabbits!

And I do not understand what rabbits give him. And I'm not going to give anyone, and I have no rabbits.

What are you, Nikitushka, say - what's wrong with you?

And Nikita is crying straightforward: give yes give him rabbits.

Here Mom came and told me everything. It turns out that the village guys brought two from the meadows will be engaged: they caught them on the Senokos. And Nikita confused everything. It was necessary to say: "Take it," and he says: "Give rabbits."

We took it to happen, they began to live with us.

Well, the gloriouss were engaged! Single shaggy balls! Ears apart, brown eyes, big. And the paws are soft-soft - as if they walk in the boots.

We wanted to feed to feed. They gave them herbs - do not eat. Poured milk in a saucer - and milk do not drink ... Folds, or what?

And they descended them to the floor - they do not give a step to anyone. Right put on your feet. Stream with fruits in boots and lick them ... it must be looking for a mother-haunch.

It can be seen, hungry, and there are no you can. Sosksus still.

Here Tomka came to the room, our dog. I also wanted to look at the wage. They, the poor things, put emphasized on Tomka, climb on him ... Tomka buried, snapped and ran away.

How do we feed to feed? After all, they, poor things, die with hunger.

We thought, thought, and invented, finally. We went to look for them a cat feeder.

The cat was lying on the bench at the neighboring house, fed her kittens. She is such a pedestrian, painted, even her nose from her colorful.

We dragged the cat to the encouragement, she like snapshots on them, how to wipe the bass, almost how much. Yes, her!

We went to look for another feed.

We see, a cat is lying on Zavalinka, all black, with a white paw. Cat with a cat, it's not enough in the sun ... And how they took it to be asleep on her, she immediately released everything and shattered. Also not suitable in the cormalists! We delivered it back.

Become a third cat.

At the very end of the village found. The appearance is so good, affectionate. Only this affectionately, I did not eat a little later. As I saw them, I broke out of the hands Yes, how to rush on it, like on mice.

By nasil, we dragged her down and dried out the door.

Probably, our worships would die with hunger, if, on our happiness, another cat was found - fourth. She herself came to us. And came because the kittens were looking for. She had a kittens, and she went through the whole village and searched them ... Redhead, thinning; We fed her, drank and laid on the windowsill and brought to her would be engaged. First one bunny, then the other.

Munned to her, they immediately sat down, even stamped - they found milk!

And the cat first threw up, worried, and then lick them became - and even the song was coaling.

So everything is in order.

Many days fed the cat will be engaged.

Lies with them on the windowsill, and the people stop at the window, looks:

That's so a miracle, the Cat Zaitsev feeds!

Then they have grown up, they learned the grass themselves and ran into the forest. They live to live too much.

And the cat started the real kittens.

Magpie

Whom forty will see - shelves.

What lies badly - she's here as here.

Bird's nest notifies - eggs will be swollen, earture chicks.

And the beast is disadvantaged from Soroka: does not allow forty to hide from the enemies. He tells everyone where who hides. Shouts:

Here he is where! "

The beast from Soroka lures. And forty from it. Where he is there and she.

He is on the field - the forty over him shoes:

"I see you!

I see you!

Do not run - catch up

Do not eat - take away! "

Here it is what, forty!

The aunt goes on the clearing, chooses chickens.

And they are hoarse, looking for food. We have not learned to fly yet, have not grown yet.

Who is more, he offended them.

I saw the forty-thief prey. Probed, jumps closer, closer.

He wants to have lunch.

Quad! - shouted aunt. -

The enemy is close! "

Looks, it looks forty - not sees a single chicken. No one!

Someone enough!

No one to swallow!

Angry:

"K-like this!

How come!"

Here I flew to her aunt and drove away away.

Drove.

Returned, Quachitch:

No enemy close! "

Everyone and got out, who from: who is from under the cones, who are because of the bitch, who is from the pitch, who are from behind the tubercle. Whole company from under the hemp.

Forty flew from the ladder, cleaned. And again glances - he listens. Does anyone go? Is there any meals? Does anyone have anything to take up?

Powers a bear. Do not listen to her bears. Bulk. One on the puddle hits the paws - splashes fly. Mishke likes it. Another on Kalina climbed, swinging, like on a swing.

Soroka here as here and shouts:

What are you doing?"

Immediately a bear silent.

And the bears were frightened. Stupid, but understand: while I ruined, I grumbled a bear - there was no enemy. It was possible to indulge. And silent - it means to hide.

Teddy bear - from the puddles, Teddy bear - from Kalinka, and picked up in a thicket, where the walk, so far the forty from them did not bother.

Wolf-colored wolf brought food.

Each meal pulled.

Grochat-lyrics.

And forty on top how to shout:

"I see everything!

The wolves are swarming, who is where.

And the wolf from the forty is not lighted. Forty over it strokes; Does not understand the forty, that the wolf does not deliberately hide. From wagine it takes.

The wolfons in the meantime returned, prey ate, the forty did not leave anything.

Lynx crawls to partridges. And they peck, feed, do not notice anything.

To them, forty flew away. It is interesting for her that these chickens peck. Someone moved into the bushes.

Takes off forty on the tree and sees - curtains the beast to the partridges.

I see you! Here he is where! "

The chickens were drunk, on the wing rose. Lynx jumped, yes so none seized. Facing a goat trail, wants to find goats and catch. And the forty here is like here - shelves: "Here he! Here it is!"

Saved wild goats Soroka - and go! The dog was chased - not caught up.

And the forty again listens, it looks out - is there any food-mining?

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Charushin Evgeny Ivanovich

Stories about animals

Charushin E. I. Stories about animals.

What kind of beast?

The first snow fell. And everything has become white. White trees, the ground is white, and the roofs, and the porch, and the steps on the porch - everything was covered with snow. Girl Kate wanted to walk on the snow. So she came out on the porch, wants to go down in the steps to the garden and suddenly sees: on the porch, in the snow, some holes. Some animal went through the snow. And on the steps of traces, and on the porch traces, and in the garden traces.

"Here's an interesting thing! - I thought Katya's girl. - What kind of animal, did you go here? It is necessary to learn." He took Katlet, put her on the porch and ran away. The day passed, the night passed. It is morning. Katya woke up - and rather on the porch: to look, if an animal ate her cake. Watching - Cold Cutlets! Where she put it, she lies here. And the traces even more. So, the animal came again. Then I removed Katlets and put a bone instead. From soup. In the morning, Katya is running again on the porch. Looks - the bone of the animal also did not touch. So what kind of animal is this? And bones do not eat. Then I put Katya instead of a red carrot bone. In the morning it looks - there are no carrots! The animal came and ate all the carrot! Then the cathin dad did the Western. Tilted on the porch box up the bottom, the subners of his rauchinka, and the carrots tied to the rauchinka. If the carrot is to pull - the rash will bounce, the box will fall and will cover the animal. The next day and dad went, and mom, and even the grandmother - everyone went to watch, did the beast got cavity. And Katya ahead of everyone. There are in the Western Beast! Slammed someone's box, fell from the stand! Close to Katya in a pitch, sees - a beast sits there. White-white, fluffy-fluffy, pink eyes, the ears are long, pressed into an angle, carrots wait. This is a rabbit! They took him home to the kitchen. And then they made a big cage. And he began to live in it. And Katya it fed with carrots, hay, oats and breadcrumbs.

Medshound

The hunters killed three beaches and three broods were sold to the zoo.

In the zoo, they were all planted in a single cell - brown, red, blacks, unequal and herds and growth - who is more, who is smaller.

The smallest is the most sullen. Sits in the corner, scratching the tummy, the paw sucks and grows all the time.

And others are fun: fighting, the cage is climbing, you fly, shout, puff - shaggy, panoramic, big-headed, closing cubs.

One, though all the conversations, but there is no reason for real.

His servant nipple feeds. In a bottle of milk, the cloth in the neck will blow and give him. He picks up a bottle and sucks. I do not let anyone, grieves. Scary so!

Another, blackish, with a white spot-bib, everything climbs, climbs. It climbed on the iron rods of the cells to the ceiling. The rods are slippery - two appears will crawl, it will turn back to the appendens. Les, climb, half reached, and then - in no way. Tired. It works with rude paws, squealing with anger, I want him to the ceiling, and nothing comes out - down goes down.

Invented. I clutched my teeth into the iron rod and hanging - the paws rest.

He hung, rested and immediately got to the ceiling. Then she climbed on the ceiling, but fell out, fell and screamed with a desperate voice.

He came running a servant, took him to his hands, hesitates, strokes.

Medvezhishko calmed down, I learned the candy in my pocket, got it and together with a piece of paper, let's suck it, smack.

Brought milk porridge bearings. Everything in the bright fell, pushed, straight into the porridge climb, chopped, chasing, smack, snot.

Suddenly, someone again shouted.

Screaming in all the throat, is overshadowed.

And this is the same Suskin who really does not know how. He got out of the cage when the porridge was given, and climbed on the broom - the broom was stood at the broom.

I climbed a bear on the broom and with her fell. About the floor hurt, and even a stick from the broom hit his head.

Lies, closed his eyes and screams. And the broom of the paw does not release.

Gave him a nipple again.

Bear eaten porridge. So you were taken out that no suit would you know - everything is in a caress. Steel striped, spotted. Wood and come on to play again.

I wanted to buy a bear, but it is impossible: In the zoo, the cubs do not sell.

Bear-Rybak

Last year, I lived in Kamchatka all winter. But this is the edge of our homeland. There I met the spring. Interestingly begins Kamchatka Spring, not in our opinion.

How the streams run, how the Kamchatka robes will open, a red sparrow-lentil sparrow arrives from India and everywhere sings his song with a clean, flute whistle:

Camely saw?

Camely saw?

Camely saw?

And Chavich is such a salmon fish. And then the most interesting in Kamchatka spring begins.

At this very time, the whole fish from the ocean enters the rivers, in the streams, in order to throw the calf in running fresh water.

There is a fish with herds, jambs, flocks; Fish climb, hurry, pushed, - it can be seen, hard to them: their stomachs are bloated, full of caviar or milk. Sometimes they float so thickly that the lower on the bottom is crawling, and the upper water discovers.

Oh, how many goes fish!

And they say, in the old days, when there were quite few people on Kamchatka, the fish was even thicker. In the vintage records, it is said that the paddle in the rivers stood and against the current went "Pop".

Everyone is rejoiced, GalDyat. And also ask each other:

- Camely saw?

- Camely saw?

- Camely saw?

And she is occasionally sailing - this chavice is a huge, precious salmon.

She sails along the bottom among the shallow fish - the pink salmon. As if pig with piglets in the court passes.

And a few days later, all this fish falls back, in salty water. Only not with shoals, she does not swim with her herds, but the grunce, every one in its own way. Who - the tail is ahead, and who and on the bottom of Katit and rolls down as shore as rotten half. All the fish barely live, patient, "scratched". She swept the caviar and exhausted.

And now over all Kamchatka, other fishermen can fly. Who is a squabble, who is chambling, who grows, who is meager.

Wild fishermen fish.

I'll go, I think in the forest, rest, and see the forest fishermen. Somehow they cope with the case. And went far, far from the village.

Good spring in the forest! Birchs bloom their sticky leaves, there are transparent, as if not the trees, and the smoke of green. Among them are darkened by tight ate and high juniper.

Air clean, light, fir-resin smells, with a young leaf, the label of the earth.

And the chorus of the bird ... and the flute sings, and the trill is scattered, and the chauchans, and points.

Sun bakes might and main. And the shadow is still cold.

I approached the shore of the river, plucked and immediately saw a fisherman.

Ah yeah man-boys! Rising from Sparrow. Fish is thirty times more.

This is a holled footer fishing. It runs around fish, fussing, fussing, pecks. And the fish from the water drove to the shore - dead.

Frozen kulik, seed legs.

Then two crows flew. Rounded the hook, and the fish themselves do not touch.

It can be seen, already filed an opportunity. As sat down on the shallow, they fell asleep. Sit, nosed, eyes closed. Fallen seagulls with a cry, with gamas. Began to gut this fiszy. One head remained.

How well I chose a place!

Here the river is steep gem, and everything that floats on top, water throws ashore.

While I was here, three fish nailed to the shore.

I look - the fox descends from that shore on the stones. Fucking such. Wool shreds on the sides hanging - resets the winter fur coat Fox Patriyevna.

She descended to the water, Bersoito grabbed her neighbor and hid with her for a stone.

Then it seemed again, licks. And the second fish blew.

Suddenly, Lay, howl, the screech rose: Dogs came running rusticham how they rush from cliff to water, to the fox. It can be seen, we learned it from above. Lisa by the shore, coast up - and to the forest. Dogs for her.

Well, I went. Who should I wait here?

None of the beast will now come here: dog traces are scared.

Again, I went on streams and on the rivers.

I saw how another fox felt ate - savor. Out only backs.

More crochal saw a big - with a goose. He slept among the union. Fish raised before the dump.

And then I arrived and fell asleep unnoticed. I wake up me. Like a long time - I do not know. Just I see a dream: as if I do some wonderful thing, it's not that aircraft, not the throat, and maybe what a tower. In order, a dream is seen: I first worked, then I was tired and too Loe to sleep. Loe and loudly scared.

And then in a dream I think:

"Why is it so? After all, I never snore. I do not know how".

And then I somehow sat down. I woke up half, and I continue to see that I was lying and snore.

I know that this is not true. I'm angry even.

Angry, woke up, opened his eyes. What a miracle? Snore. I was even frightened. How so? What?

Then he woke up ... yes no, it's not I snoring ... and it doesn't look like a snoring.

This is someone growing nearby, snort, splash.

I raised my head. I look - the bear is sitting in the river. Hefty Bear - Old Man-Kamchadal. So you have a dream with snoring!

I do not have rifles. What to do? It is necessary to clean the foil.

I began to carefully cautiously blame from the river ... And suddenly it hurts for some kind of stone. This stone rolled into the water - plume! I'm so froze. I am not breathing and the eyes closed. Now the bear will take me. Go to the shore, sees - and the end.

I was lying for a long time, I was afraid afraid. Then I hear: as if everything is fine. The bear is degraded at the old place, grieves. Is he not heard that the stone flopped into the water?

Deaf he, or what?

I osmpelled and looked out of the bushes. And then looked a little and completely forgotten. This bear is also fishing. And what about wonderful!

Mikhailo Ivanovich sits on the throat in water, only the head is dry from the water sticking out like a stump. He has a huge, shaggy, with a wet beard. He will take it on one side, then on the other: the fish looks out.

And the water is completely transparent, the bear is only visible to me how he carries his paws there, and I see a bear torso.

To the torso, the wool stuck, and the body of the bear seems not on the head. He is so talked. Small and talked.

Sits this bear. And suddenly something in the paws began to grab in water.

I see - getting a fish-hump. He bit her hump and ... sat on her.

Why is it he, I think, got on the fish?

Selo and sits in the water in the fish. Yes, and checks the paws: is there if if he is?

Here is floating past the second fish, and her bear caught. Susited and also sits on it. And when it sat down, so, of course, I drove. And the first fish drained from under it. I feel everything from above, like this pink salmon rolled along the bottom. And a bear like a bunk! Fish lost. Oh you! It is not clear to him, the poor thing that such a stock is being done, where he is going. Sit down, sit down, and comes with a paw under him: Is the fish, did not run away? And how grabbing a new one, I see again: the old rolled out from under him and search for fistula!

After all, in fact, the offense is what: the fish is lost, and that's it!

For a long time he sat on the fish, grumbled, even missed two fishes, did not dare to catch; I saw they sailed by. Then again - p times! Picked up the pump hump. And again everything is in the old way: there are no former fish.

I'm lying on the shore, I want to laugh, and it is impossible to laugh. Try to dare! There you will eat a bear with an anger with the buttons.

Has a huge sleepy child downtired on the bear. Circling he, puts it under him ...

Well, of course, under it is empty.

Here the Bear is so offended that I forgot to have forgotten, it was bored for all the memories, just like a steam locomotive. Rose on rapids, the paws beats on the water, the water knocks into the foam. Roars, she wants.

Well, here and I did not suffer. How to learn! How to wish! I heard me a bear, see. It stands in water as a person, on two paws, and looks at me.

And I'm up to me funny that I'm not afraid of anything - I laugh, I fill, Masha's hands: Leave, they say, the fool, there is no more urine! Go away!

And my happiness, right, and came out.

The bear crushed, got out of the water, smoked and went to the forest.

And the child dragged again.

Pussy and birds

Cats are hunters. They love to catch a pich tug.

Our Punya is also not averse to hunt, but not at home. At home, he does not touch anyone.

Brought me somehow in a small cell a few singers of birds. Skies, canaics.

"Where," I think, "do I do them, what to do with them?"

Loose to the will - in the yard Lucky frost. In the cage - is also not suitable.

I put in the corner of the tree. Closed the furniture with pieces of paper so that you do not pack, and ... do what you want. Just do not interfere with me to work.

Schegals, Canaries flew out of the cage - and to the Christmas tree.

Hurry up in the tree, sing! Like!

Pussy came, looking - I wonder.

"Well," I think, "now you need to catch a bunca yes from the room to throw out."

It will certainly be hunting.

And only the Christmas tree liked. He sniffed it, she did not pay attention to birds.

Skies, Canaries are afraid. Do not jump close to the benka.

And there is indifferent, there are birds here or there are no them. He is lying and sleeps near the tree.

But I traveled a paddy. Who knows. Although it does not look at the birds, and suddenly it is not enough and words.

Time passed. Birds began to twist the nest: looking for empty mushops, the threads of the rags are twisted.

Pussy goes to them. Sleeps from them. Skies, the canas are not afraid of him: what to be afraid of him, if he does not catch them.

And so the peresoves were smoked, that they began to tele the wool from the bellows.

Pussy sleeps. And the birds from it are twirling from it.

Scary story

Boys Shura and Petya remained alone. They lived in the country - at the forest itself, in a small house. That evening, dad and mom went to visit the neighbors. When hemet, Shura and Petya werehed themselves, shape themselves and went to bed in their lines. Lying and silent. Nor dad, nor mom. It's dark in the room. And in the dark on the wall, someone crawls - rustle; Maybe the cockroach, and maybe - who else! ... Shura and speaks from his bed:

- I am completely not scary.

"I'm not completely scary too," Petya answers on the other bed.

"We are not afraid," says Shura.

- Cannibals are also not afraid, "Petya replies.

- And the tigers are not afraid, "says Shura.

"They will not come here," Petya replies. And only Shura wanted to say that he and crocodiles are not afraid of how suddenly they hear - outside the door, in the Seine, someone grieves her legs along the floor: Top .... Top .... Top .... slap. ... slap ... Top ... Top .... How to throw Peter to Shura on the bed! They closed with a blanket, pressed each other. Lying quietly, so that no one has heard them.

"Don't breathe," says Shura Pet.

- I do not breathe.

Top ... Top ... slap ... slap ... Top ... Top ... slam ... slam ... And through a blanket still heard, how someone goes around the door and still puffed in addition . But then the dad came with mom. They opened the porch, entered the house, lit the light. Peter and Shura told them all. Here mom and dad lit another lamp and began to look at all rooms, in all corners. No one. Came to be in the sen. Suddenly, in the saints along the wall, someone runs into the corner ... I ran and curled into the corner of the ball. Watch - yes this is a hedgehog! He, right, from the forest climbed into the house. They wanted to take him in the hands, and he twitched and knees the bricks. Then they rolled it into the header and took it to the chulad. Dali milk in a saucer and a piece of meat. And then everyone fell asleep. This hedgehog lived with the guys at the cottage all summer. He and then puffed and hooked his legs at night, but no one was afraid of him.

Amazing postman

Boy Vasya with his dad drove to the country. And Vasina Mom remained in the city: she had to buy something else. Mom wanted to come with shopping in the evening. Here is the train. Vasya sits in a car on a bench next to his dad and looks out the window. And the windows run trees, fences, and different houses. Opposite Vasi on the bench also sits the boy, with a clock on his left hand. He is lucky some basket. This boy is already big; He is probably fifteen years old. As the train will drive up to the station, the boy will look at his watch, writes something with a pencil in a notebook, leaning over his basket, pull something out of it and runs out of the car. And then again comes and sits, the window is glad. Vasya sat, sat, looked, looked at the boy with a basket, yes suddenly how to pay in full voice! He remembered that she forgot his bike.

- How can I without a bike? - crying. - I thought all winter, as in the forests on it I will ride.

"Well, well, do not cry," his dad said. - Mom will go and bring you a bike.

"No, no will bring," Vasya cries. - She does not love him. He creaks ...

"Well, you, a parenchy, stop, do not cry," said a boy with a clock on his hand. - I am now, I will arrange this business. I myself love ride a bike. Only he is real, two-wheeled. Do you have a phone home? - He asks for Vasin Pope.

"There is," dad answers. - Number five fifty five zero six.

"Well, everything is in order," the boy says. - We will now urgently send a postman with a letter. He pulled out a tiny paper tape from a thin tape paper from his pocket and wrote on it: "Call 5-55-06, say:" Mama must be taken to the cottage of Vasin bike. "Then I put this letter into some kind of brilliant little tube, He opened his basket. And there, in the basket, the pigeon is sitting - long-skinned, gray.

Pulled the boy's boy and tied a tube with a letter to his leg.

"Here is my postman," says. - Ready to fly. Look.

And only the train stopped at the station, the boy looked at the clock, noted the time in his notebook and released the pigeon in the window. Pigeon how to take off straight up - only him and saw!

"I still teach postal pigeons," says the boy. - I have been released at each station alone and write time. The pigeon will fly directly to the city, on his pigeon. And there he is waiting for him. And on this, the last, they will see a tube, read the letter and call you on the apartment. If only he did not catch the hawk along the way. And right: Vasya arrived at the cottage, waiting, she sees mom - and in the evening Mom came with a bicycle. Received a letter. So, I did not catch a pigeon hawk.

Cat Epifan

Good and abolished on the Volga River! Look, what's the width! The other shore is barely seen! It shines this alive, fluid water. And all the sky looks into this water: both clouds, and blue azure, and culds, that, reassuring, flying a handful from sand to the sand, and flocks of geese and ducks, and a plane on which a person flies to his business somewhere, and White steamers with black smoke, and barges, and coast, and rainbow in the sky. You look at this Tea Sea, you look at the clouds walking, and it seems to you that the shores also go somewhere - they also go and move, like all around. Here, on the Volga, in the dugout, on the Volga shore - in the steep cliff, the watchman lives. You look from the river - you will see only the window and the door. You look from the shore - one iron tube sticks out of grass. The whole house has in the ground, like a beast Nora. On the Volga day and night ship sails. Tugs are puffed, smoke, pull on the ropes behind Barja Belyans, are carrying different goods or dragged long rafts. They slowly rise against the flow, sprinkled on the water wheels. Here is such a steamer, apples are lucky - and smells with a sweet apple to the whole Volga. Or the fish will smell, it means that Vobl from Astrakhan are carrying. Post-passenger steamboats, single-storey and two-story. These sail themselves. But faster all the two-storey fast steamboats with a blue ribbon on the pipe pass. They dwell only in large marins, and after them high waves diverge on the water, roll over the sand. The old beken near the chalk and the pockets puts on the Red and White Bowls River. These are such floating wicker baskets with a lantern at the top. Buckuck show a faithful road. At night, the old man travels on the boat, lights on the baked lanterns, and in the morning it carms. And at another time, the old mankeeper fishing. He is an endless fisherman. Once the old man fishes all day. I caught my fish on my ear: Bream, yes, Dudesham, and Yersh. And arrived back. He opened the door to the dugout and watches: That's the thing! To him, it turns out, the guest came! On the table next to potato pot sits the entire white-white fluffy cat. The guest saw the owner, arched his back and began to rub her sideways about the pot. All your white side was stained in soot.

- Where did you come from from which locality? And the cat purr and the eyes shrick and even more silent silent, rubs sozhai. And his eyes are different. One eye is completely blue, and the other is completely yellow.

"Well, treat," said Boykens and gave the Kotu Yersh. The cat grabbed the fish in claws, the borge bit a little and ate her. I ate and licks, it seems, still wants. And the cat ate four more fish. And then he jumped to the Stennik to the old man and tristed. Oblocked on the sennik, purr, then one paw will pull out, then another, then on one paw will release claws, then on the other. And so he can see, here I liked that he stayed to completely live by the old man. And the old man beken and glad. Two more fun. So began to live. Bowkeeper did not have to talk with anyone before, and now he began to talk to the cat, called him Epifan. You have not been fishing with anyone before, and now the cat has become a boat with him to drive. Sits in a boat on the stern and as if ruled. In the evening, the old man says:

- Well, like, Epifanushka, whether we do not care for the Buckah, "after all, it will probably be dark soon? I do not light the bucket - our shipboats are stranded. And the cat as well also knows what buoy burns. Not a word not to mention, he goes to the river, climbs into the boat and is waiting for an old man when he comes with oars yes with kerosene for lanterns. They will go, light lanterns on the buoy - and back. And they fish together. Fish the old man, and Epiphan sits nearby. Caught a little fish - her cat. Came big - old man on the ear. So it was done. Together serve, together and fish. There was one day a beken with his cat Epifan on the shore and south fish. And so much peeling some kind of fish. He pulled her an old man out of the water, looks: Yes, this greedy brush swallowed the worm. Rising from the little finger, and pulls like a big pike. The old man took it off his hook and extended the cat.

- on, - says, Epifasha, Shuff a little. And Epiphashi is not. What is where to go? Then he sees the old man that his cat left far, far along the shore, whites on the rafts. "Why did he go there," the old man thought, "and what does he do there? I'll take a look." It looks, and his cat Epifan catches himself. Lies the layer on the log, lowered the paw in the water, not stirring, does not even blink. And when the fish were floating a glass from under the log, he is - once! - and picked up one fish with claws. Very surprised the old man beken.

- Here you are what I have a delekach, - says, Ay da Epifan, ah yes fisherman! Well, I will catch, "says," the sterling on the ear, yes eager. And the cat does not look at him. Fish ate, switched to another place, again lay out a fish fishing with a log. Since they caught fish: apart - and each in its own way. Fisherman tackles Yes fishing rod with a crochet, and the cat is a bifun paw with claws. And buyns are lit together.