Come up with your entry to fairy tales by phone. The fairy tale about the phone is wonderful, the palace is magical, good well done, and a wonderful miracle

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He lived once ... Signor Bianchi. He lived in the city of Varese and was an employee of one trading company that sold medicines. His work was very restless. Every week six days from seven he challenged throughout Italy. He traveled to the West and east, south and north, and again there - and so according to Saturday. Sunday he spent at home, together with her daughter, and on Monday, the sun was barely climbed, went down again. The daughter escorted him and always reminded:

- you hear dad, tonight I'm waiting again new fairy tale!

It is necessary to tell you that this girl could not sleep until she tells her a fairy tale. Moma already three times recalled everything that he knew: and there were no unprecedented, and just fairy tales. And everything is not enough to her! I had to go to the Father to take for this craft. Wherever he was, in whatever the place of Italy, he was, he, every evening, exactly nine hours called home and told a new fairy tale on the phone. He came up with them himself and told him himself. In this book, all these "fairy tales on the phone" are collected, and you can read them. They, as you notice, not very long. After all, Signor Bianchi had to pay for a telephone conversation from his pocket, and, you know, he could not talk for too long. Only sometimes, when his business went well, he allowed himself to talk longer. Of course, if the fairy tale deserved it.

I will tell you a secret: when Signor Bianchi caused Varese, even the telephonist suspended the work and he was glad to listen to his fairy tales. Still - some of them like me yourself!

"Take, Juseppe, a gun," the mother said once her son, "and go to the hunt." Tomorrow your sister get married, and it would be necessary to prepare a festive lunch. It would be very good for this Zaitan.

Giuseppe took a gun and went hunting. Just went on the road, sees - the hare runs. Jumped out obliqueness from under the fence and started in the field. Russed Juseppe a gun, aimed and pressed on the trigger. A rifle and did not think to shoot!

- PUM! Said it suddenly a ringing and cheerful voice and threw a bullet to the ground.

Once in Bologna on the most important square, a Palace of ice cream was built. And the guys flew here from all over the city to enjoy at least a little.

The roof of the palace was from whipped cream, smoke, which rose above the pipes, from curly sugar, and the pipes themselves are from the candle. Everything else was from ice cream: ice cream doors, ice cream walls, ice cream furniture.

One at all a little boy He grabbed the foot of the table and began to fly it.

- Mom, I'll go for a walk? - Go, Giovanni. Just be careful when you become a street.

- Okay, mom. Until!

- You are always so scattered ...

- Yes mom. Until!

And Giovanni having fun of the house. At first he was very attentive. That and the matter stopped and feeling himself:

- Everything is in place? Not lost anything? - And she himself laughed.

Giovannino-slacker loved to travel. He traveled, he traveled and found himself in an amazing country, where houses were built without corners - they were round. And the roofs were also not put an angle, but smoothly spun. Along the road, on which Giovannino was walking, a live fence was stretched out of roses bushes, and he, of course, wanted to hurt one rose in the petties of his jackets. He was going to carefully, so as not to prose about the spikes, disrupt the flower, as suddenly noticed that the spikes were not ourselves, they, it turns out, not sharp and only slightly tickle the hand.

- Miracles, and only! - Surprised Giovannino.

At the same moment, an urban guard appeared because of the bush with roses, and, very politely smiling, asked him:

- You must not know that you can not tear roses?

- I am very sorry ... I did not think ...

Epilogue:
Well, that kids sit down more comfortable
uncle will tell you a terrible fairy tale ...
So...:

He lived, Ivanushka. And so I bought this Ivanka myself for the new year a gift is a chic phone. And there was this phone is not simple, but I knew everything straight - I knew everything and sang, and the cinema showed, and the photos took a shot and even suggested the road. And it was called this miracle - SonyERICSSON C905. Ivanushka was delighted, he began to photograph, listening to music, walking to the school without fear of getting lost ... I liked the phone so much that I even thought Ivanka to tell about some secrets of the magic chamber that already on 8 megapixels ...
But not so fabulously in this fairy tale it turned out - the phone broke exactly through three times three days. And right if something serious, and so, nonsense - stopped talking. He did everything else - and Sang songs and movie showed, and photos shot ... Ivanushka would regret the worker - after all, it is possible to take a worker to take a remarkant-bloucengarius - let, they say, she speaks, but Ivanushka decided that it was necessary to help her poor, especially The poor is not simple, but right - gold, i.e. It is as if he is of gold. And Ivanoshka him in the Palace of Fabulous - "Service.ok" is called. There such phones from the dead are resurrected.
I looked at the phone. Good well done, and Milns: "Sunday, only he is illegitimate you, so it will cost that there will be 2 thousand gold" doing nothing - Ivanushka agreed. Quickly the fairy tale affects, but a long thing is done. Three more days passed, and even the same. Ivanushka came to the palace, and he is told - "Sorry, seeing a curse on him an evil sorcerer imposed, can not revive in any way. So take and look for other wizards, otherwise we live water More from the city of the capital will not bring. "
Ivanushka has suffered, came home, and the phone is very bad. As in the Volgano Palace visited, and she also stopped showing - quite inanimate became.
Nothing to do. Ivanovka went back to the Palace of fabulous "service.ok", and he says good one: "The fact that there is no living water, I understand, but that's what you yourself have found themselves and collapse" took back a kind well done phone, and ordered wait.
Three times three days passed, and even the same. Ivanushka was waiting. He became to send the news the news, and he answers - "there is no living water. Come tomorrow to the dawn of the evening, from the crypt of the enchanted phone I'll get it and we will return to you, we will give you a fairy-tale girl, and where it rides, there will be a wizard to look for it Revive will be able. " And then Ivanushka went to the Palace fabulous, to the assigned one. And there is another good well done. Letteringly read the letter, the written checked, pulled out the phone and ..., Ochudo! He came to life! Again began to talk, sing songs, show movies, yes the path to lay. Looks at him good well done and porvit - "I saw the night yesterday was magic. I still think that it happens once a year, and when no one knows. Once this miracle happened, then take your phone Ivanka, and I'm not It is necessary. Go for all four sides. "
And Ivanushka became with his phone to be shifted and rejoice ...
Here and fairy tales the end, and who listened - well done ..

Mr. Bianchi had a daughter. Walking father, she reminded that he wants to hear a new fairy tale. Fell asleep just when he listened new story. And he became before bedtime by phone to share with her new fairy tales with her daughter. And it turned out a whole book.

About Alice, who disappeared all the time

This little girl constantly disappeared, then in a bottle. A, then in the clock mechanism. She had to remove the bottle from the neck with the help of a rope. And then it stuck in a water tap. The moment came when everyone was not frightened, because our heroine was nowhere. It turns out she was sitting in a suitcase. And when she was tired of sitting, she plunged the paper and began to knock on the lid, and everyone was delighted! Grandmother and grandfather were very worried about their granddaughter's health!

Unlucky hunter

The son took the Mother of the Ruzho and went hunting. And so, I ran past the bunny. And our hunter tried to get into oblique, but the gun did not shoot. It turns out our hare of the groom and came out a bunny in Fate. The hunter was surprised and went further.

Palace of ice cream

In one city, a huge, sweet palace was built. And you will not believe! He was all of the ice cream. All kinds of sweets were located on it. And one guy could not withstand ate the foot from the table. First one, then another leg. The table fell. And all those present saw that melting strawberry window. He began to lick him! All revived. Doctors ordered belly not to hurt. And now that the child asks the second portion of the seal, he is told: "Didn't you attend the street with a castle of melting ice cream?

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Rodari Gianni

Tales by phone

Gianni Rodari

Tales by phone

Per. with ital. - I. Bonstantinova, Y.Ilin.

Palette Rodari and her friends of all skin colors

BON APPETIT

This book includes most of my stories written for children for fifteen years. You will say that this is not enough. For 15 years, if I wrote every day only one page, it would be possible to have about 5,500 pages. So I wrote much less than could. And yet I do not consider myself a big lazy!

The fact is that during these years I still worked as a journalist and did many other things. For example, I wrote articles for newspapers and magazines, engaged in school issues, played with my daughter, listened to music, walked for a walk, thought. And think is also a useful thing. Maybe even the most useful of all others. In my opinion, every person must think half an hour a day. This can be done everywhere - sitting at the table, walking in the forest, alone or in the company.

I became a writer almost by chance. I wanted to be a violinist, and I studied for several years to play the violin. But since 1943, I don't touch her anymore. The violin is so with me since then. I'm going to add strings all the time, which is not enough, to fix the broken rug, buy a new bow instead of the old, completely broken, and again start the exercises from the first position. Maybe I'll ever do it, but for now I have no time. I would like to be an artist. True, at school I always had bad drawing marks, and still drive a pencil and writing oil, I always loved very much. Unfortunately, at school we were forced to make such tedious things that they could bring even a cow from patience. In a word, like all the guys, I dreamed a lot about many things, but I didn't do much later, but did what I thought about.

However, I myself am not suspecting, I have been preparing for my writings for a long time. For example, I became a school teacher. I do not think that I was a very good teacher: I was too young, and my thoughts Vitaly very far from the school desk. Perhaps I was a cheerful teacher. I told the guys different funny stories - Stories without any sense, and the absurdly they were, the more children laughed. This meant something. In schools that I know, in my opinion, little laugh. Much that it would be possible to learn laughing, teach with tears - bitter and useless.

But we will not be distracted. Anyway, I have to tell you about this book. I hope she will be fun as a toy. By the way, here's another occupation, which I would like to devote yourself to: Making toys. I always wanted toys to be unexpected, with fiction, to suit everyone. Such toys live long and never bored. Without knowing how to work with a tree, nor with the metal, I tried to make toys from words. Toys, in my opinion, are as important as books: if it were not so, the guys would not love them. And since they love them, it means that the toys teach them something that otherwise you can not learn.

I would like toys to serve and adults, and children to play them with the whole family, the whole class, together with the teacher. I would like my books to be the same. And this one - too. It should help parents close with their children so that it could be laughing together with her, argue. I am pleased when some boy willingly listen to my stories. I am even remembering when this story causes him a desire to speak, express your opinion, ask adult questions, demand that they answer.

My book comes out in the Soviet Union. I am very pleased with it, because the Soviet guys are great readers. I met a lot of Soviet guys in libraries, in schools, in the palaces of pioneers, in the houses of culture - everywhere where there were. And now I will tell you where I was: in Moscow, Leningrad, Riga, Alma-Ata, Simferopol, Artek, Yalta, Sevastopol, Krasnodar, Nalchik. In Artek, I met the guys from the Far North and Far East. All of them were magnificent devourers of books. How great to know that a book, whatever it be - thick or thin, is not printed in order to lie somewhere in the dust on the showcase or in the closet, and in order for it with an excellent appetite swallowed, ate, digest hundreds of thousands of guys.

Therefore, I thank all those who prepared this book, and those who, so to speak, will have it. I hope it will have to taste.

Bon Appetit!

Gianni Rodari

He lived once ... Signor Bianchi. He lived in the city of Varese and was an employee of one trading company that sold medicines. His work was very restless. Every week six days from seven he challenged throughout Italy. He traveled to the West and east, south and north, and again there, and so, including Saturday. Sunday he spent at home, together with her daughter, and on Monday, the sun was barely climbed, went down again. The daughter escorted him and always reminded:

Hear dad, tonight I am again waiting for a new fairy tale!

You need to tell you that this girl could not sleep until she tells her a fairy tale. Mom already three times reliced \u200b\u200bto her everything that he knew: and there were no unprecedented, and just fairy tales. And everything is not enough to her! I had to go to the Father to take for this craft. Wherever he was, in whatever the place of Italy, he was, he, every evening, exactly nine hours called home and told a new fairy tale on the phone. He came up with them himself and told him himself. In this book, all these "fairy tales on the phone" are collected, and you can read them. They, as you notice, not very long. After all, Signor Bianchi had to pay for a telephone conversation from his pocket, and, you know, he could not talk for too long. Only sometimes, when his business went well, he allowed himself to talk longer. Of course, if the fairy tale deserved it.

I will tell you a secret: when Signor Bianchi caused Varese, even the telephonist suspended the work and he was glad to listen to his fairy tales. Still - some of them like me yourself!

Unlucky hunter

Take, Giuseppe, a gun, - once the mother said to her son, - and go to the hunt. Tomorrow your sister get married, and it would be necessary to prepare a festive lunch. It would be very good for this Zaitan.

PUM! Said it suddenly a ringing and cheerful voice and threw a bullet to the ground.

Giuseppe and measurement from surprise. I picked up a bullet, turned it in the hands of a bullet as a bullet! Then he examined the gun - a gun like a gun! And yet it did not shoot like all the normal guns, and the "pum!" Said the fun. Giuseppe even looked in a blow, but only can anyone hide there?! No one there, of course, did not turn out.