Short retelling story stories with pink. "Horse with a pink mane

V.P. Astafev refers to the number of writers, who had a lot of childhood in the difficult pre-war years fell. Grown in the village, he was well acquainted with the peculiarities of a Russian nature, moral, in which humanity holds centuries.

This topic dedicated to his works that made the cycle "Last Bow". Among them, the story "Horse with a pink mane".

Autobiographical basis of the work

At the seven age, Viktor Astafiev lost his mother - she drowned in the River Yenisei. The boy took on the upbringing of his grandmother, Katerina Petrovna. Until the end of the life was grateful to her writer for care, kindness and love. And even for the fact that she formed in it the true moral values, whom the grandson never forgot. One of the important moments of his life, permanently cut into the memory of the already matured Astafieva, and he tells in his work "horse with a pink mane".

The narrative is conducted on behalf of the boy Viti, living with his grandmother and grandfather in the Taiga Siberian village. His daily weekdays are similar to each other: fishing, games with other children, hiking in the forest for mushrooms and berries, help on the housework.

Particular attention is paid by the author of the description of the Leftiy family, who lived next door. In the story of the "horse with a pink mane", their children will play an important role. We used unlimited freedom, which presented little, what is true kindness, mutual assistance and responsibility, they push the main character to commit the act, which he will remember all his life.

The string of the plot becomes the news of the grandmother that Levontyevsky kids are going to the street for strawberries. She asks the grandson to go with them, to then sell in the city the berry collected them and buy a gingerbread boy. Horse with a pink mane - this sweetness was the cherished dream of every boy!

However, the campaign on the street ends with a deception, which is going on Vitya, and without gathering strawberries. The guilty boy is trying to postpone the disclosure of the offense and the subsequent punishment. Finally, the grandmother returns from the city. So the dream that Viti will have a wonderful horse with a pink mane, turned out to be regretted that he succumbed to the tricks of Levontyevsky kids. And suddenly the repentant hero sees the same gingerbread in front of him ... At first he does not believe his eyes. By reality, he returned to his words: "Take ... You look, ... when everyone is a baby ...".

For many years passed since that time, but I could not forget this story V. Astafiev.

"Horse with a pink mane": the main characters

In the story the author shows the period of the boy's maturity. In the ruined Civil War of the country, everyone had difficulty, and in a difficult situation everyone chose his way. Meanwhile, it is known that many character traits are formed in a person in childhood.

Familiarity with life skills in the house of Katerina Petrovna and Levonthia allows us to conclude how many these families were different. Grandmother loved her order in everything, so it all went to her, in advance with a certain guy. Such qualities she instilled his grandchildren, early the remaining orphan. So a horse with a pink mane was supposed to become a reward for him for it.

A completely different atmosphere reigned in a neighbor house. Labor alternated with a beaker, when Levonte was bought on the received money from different things. At such a moment, I loved to visit the neighbors of Vitya. Moreover, the divesty lionism began to remember his deceased mother and put the best piece of Syrote. Grandma These hiking grandson did not like the neighbors: she believed that they had a lot of children themselves and there was nothing more. Yes, and the children themselves did not differ in the pupil, which is good, they could have a bad influence on the boy. They really pushed Vitu on deception when he goes along with them for a berry.

The story "Horse with a pink mane" - the author's attempt to determine the reason why a person who commit bad or good deeds can be guided.

Hike on the street

The writer describes the road for strawberries in detail. Levontyevsky kids behave unreasonably all the time. On the way, they managed to climb into someone else's garden, to handle onions and put it on whistles, to give each other ...

Uda, everyone began to collect a berry, but Levontyevsky was enough for a short time. Only the hero in conscientiously folded strawberries in Tuesok. However, after his words about the gingerbread caused only mockery from "friends", wanting to show their independence, and he succumbed to shared merry. For some time, Vitya forgot about her grandmother, and that even recently his main desire was a horse with a pink mane. Retelling what guys have fun on that day, includes the murder of defenseless reading, and massacre over the fish. Yes, and they themselves constantly quarreled, Sanka tried especially. He suggested a hero before returning home, as needed to do: to fill the grass in the grass, and lay a layer of berries on top of the top - so the grandmother does not know anything. And the boy followed the advice: after all, Levontyevsky will not be anything, but it is not unversed.

Fear before punishment and repentance

Investigate the human soul into the decisive moments of life - the task that fiction often solves. "Horse with a pink mane" - a work on how it was not easy for a boy recognition of his mistake.

Next night and the whole long day, when grandmother went with a tusk to the city, turned to Viti to the present test. Look to bed, he decided to get up early and confessed in everything, but did not have time. Then grandson, again in the society of neighboring children and constantly teased by Sasha, with fear expected the return of the boat on which the grandmother saved. In the evening, he never decided to return home and was delighted when he managed to lie in the pantry (Aunt Fenia led him home already darkened and distracted Katerina Petrovna). He could not sleep for a long time, constantly thinking about her grandmother, sorry her and remembering how hard she survived the death of her daughter.

Unexpected junction

Fortunately, the boy was returned at night with Zairchki - now he had a snog, and was not so scary.

Having lowered his head, pushed up by grandfather, he timidly entered the hut and roared to the whole voice.

For a long time, his grandmother had stopped, and when she finally got out and silence came out, the boy timidly raised his head and saw an unexpected picture in front of him. According to the dismantled table, "Jakal" (this was remembered by V. Astafiev) Horse with a pink mane. This episode has become one of the main moral lessons for him. The kindness and understanding of the grandmother helped to form as qualities as responsible for their actions, the nobility and the ability in any situation to resist evil.

Grandmother returned from the neighbors and told me that Levontyevsky kids gather on the rural dressed up, and ordered to go with them.

Click Tuesuck. I'll take my berries in the city, your also sell and buy you a gingerbread.

Horse, Baba?

Horse, horse.

Gingerbread horse! Well this is the dream of all rustic kids. He is white-white, this horse. And the mane has a pink, the tail pink, the eyes of pink, hooves are also pink. Grandma never allowed to drag with slices of bread. Eat at the table, otherwise it will be bad. But the gingerbread is quite another thing. Gingerbread can be stuck under the shirt, run and hear how the horse flashes with hooves in a naked belly. The coldness from horror - lost, - to grab the shirt and with happiness to make sure - here he, there is a horse-fire!

With such a horse immediately honors, how much attention! The guys Levontyevsky to you so and so shovel, and he is given to the first beat, and to shrink out of the slingshot, so that only they allowed them to lease him from the horse. When you give Levontyevsky Sanka or Tanka bite off, you need to keep your fingers to the place that is allowed to bite off, and keep it tight, otherwise the tanka or Sanka is so rushing, which will remain from the horse the tail of da mane.

Levtoniy, our neighbor, worked on badogs along with the Mishka Quashukov. Levonty prepared the forest to the badogs, saw him, colole and handed over to the limestone factory, which was the against the village, on the other side of the Yenisei. Once at ten days, and maybe I don't remember exactly that - I received money, and then in a neighboring house, where there were some kind of children and nothing more, feasting feast mountain. Some kindness, fever, or not only the Levontyev house, but also of all neighbors covered not only. An early morning to the grandmother I ran the aunt Vasena - Wife Uncle Levonia, a breathtaking, drunk, with sick-sick rubles.

Yes, you are, Chumova! - she died her grandmother. - It is necessary to count.

The aunt Vasena pounded pounding, and while the grandmother considered money, she came through with barefoot legs, exactly a hot horse, ready to rush, as soon as the entrance is suitable.

The grandmother thought was thorough and long, smoothing out each ruble. How much I remember, more than seven or ten rubles from the "Stock" for a black day grandmother never gave Leftyhekha, because all this "stock" consisted, it seems from dozens. But even with such a small amount, the swarp Valena managed to make a ruble, when and on the whole Trojak.

You like the same with money you contact, stuffedly lackless! Gave grandmother to the neighbor. - Me Rupe, another rup! What will it work out? But Valena again took the whirlwind skirt and rigged.

Gave it!

Grandmother had long pone to Levontya, Leftonia himself, who, according to her conviction, did not cost bread, and the wine fed, beat herself with his hands on the hips, was spoiled, I was sitting down to the window and looked at the neighborhood.

He himself stood by himself, on the square, and he did not bother to look at the light of white some of the glazed windows - neither the fence, nor the gate, nor platbands or shutters. Even the baths of the uncle Levonthia was not, and they, Levontyev, washed across the neighbors, most often with us, swaying the water and the fodder of firewood from the limestroy plant crossed.

In one good day, it may be, and the evening uncle Levtoniy shook Zraybank and, forgetting, tightened the song of the sea sovereign, heard in swimming, - he was once a sailor.

Salted acyan

From Africa, sailor,

Baby Lyuzau

He brought in the drawer ...

The family subsided, listening to the voice of the parent, absorbing a very folding and lighted song. Our village, except the streets, Posalov and Lanes, was hurried and folded also as per family, in any family, the surname was "his own", the corona song, which deeper and more fully expressed the feelings of this particular and no other relatives. I am today, as I remember the song "Monk Beauty loved." So I see the Bobrovsky lane and all Bobrovsky, and Mrajrai in my skin run away from shocks. Secking, the heart is compressed from the song of the Chehamatov Knee: "I sat by the window, my God, and the rain of a drip on me." And how to forget Fokinskaya, the soul of the fading: "I dreamed of a lattice, I lost my prison, my dear, my native wife lies with the other on the chest," or uncle my loved one: "Once in the room is cozy," or in memory of the mother-deception , so far: "You tell me, sister ..." Yes, where and all that you remember? The village was big, the people are volatile, deleted, and the relatives in the knees are deep and wide.

But all our songs flew over the roof of the Uncle Levtonia settler - none of them could tighten the ordinous soul of the fighting family, and here on you, the Levontyev eagles were drowning, there must be a drop-other sailor, straightened blood in the veins of children, and she "It's blurred their durability, and when the children were fested, did not fight and they did not exterminate anything, it was possible to hear on the broken windows, and the unpacked doors splashes a friendly choir:

She sits, whips

All nights for all nights

And the song is such

About the homeland sings:

"On warm-warm south,

My homeland,

Live, grow girlfriends

And there are no people ... "

Uncle Levontei pounded the song by Bas, added into it the rake, and because the song, and the guys, and he himself changed the appearance, beautiful and cohesive, and flowed the river of life in this house the late, even river. Vettage Vasenya, intolerable sensitivity man, hesitating a face and breasts with a tear, upgoing in an old burned apron, was expressed about the irresponsibility of the human - a crust of some kind of drunk winding, dragged her from his homeland. And she, the poor, sits and hurts all nights to push all nights ... And, thushing, suddenly drank up with wet eyes in a spouse - yes, he is not, wandering around the white light, did it uvante this black thing?! Isn't he whistled lodge? He is not drunk, he doesn't know what it works!

Uncle Levontei, she repently hosts all sins, which only can be hung on a drunken man, wrinkled forehead, trying to understand: when and why he took a monkey from Africa? And, if he took, washed the animal, then where is she subsequently doing?

Spring Levontyev family piled a little land around the house, erected the hedge from Gheria, twig, old boards. But in winter, all this gradually disappeared into the womb of the Russian oven, angry in the middle of the hut.

Tanka Levontyevskaya so used, noise toothless mouth, about all their institutions:

But as a reason is screwing us - run and do not sign.

Uncle Levtoniy himself went out on the streets in the pants held on the only copper button with two eagles, in a blank shirt, at all without buttons. He sat on a sculpted Churbak ax, depicting the porch, smoked, looked, and if my grandmother brown him in the window for idleness, listed the work he had to, at her understand, to do in the house and around the house, the uncle of Levonty was complacently scratched.

I, Petrovna, love Slobod! - And drowned his hand around him:

Okay! As the sea! Nishto eye will not oppress!

Uncle Levonty loved the sea, and I loved him. The main goal of my life was to break into the house of Levonia after his pay, listen to the song about the baby monkey and, if necessary, tighten the mighty chorus. Understand is not so easy. Grandma knows all my habits in advance.

There is nothing to look slices, "she thundered. - There is nothing to emblorict these proletiers, they themselves in his pocket - in Arkan.

But if I managed to cross out of the house and get to Levontyevsky, here everything is, here I was surrounded by rare attention, here I am a full holiday.

Out of here! - Strictly ordered a drunken Uncle Levonty to someone from his guys. And while some of them reluctantly crawled out of the table, explained to the children of his strict action with a monster voice: - He is an orphan, and you are milling with parents! "And, though she looked at me, jumped:" Do you even remember your mother? " I kival's affirmative. Uncle Levontei was proudly clouded on his hand, rubbing in the face of tears, remembering; - Badoga with her one year colole-and-and! - And completely broken: - When you come ... Night, midnight ... Propa ... You're a disappearance of your head, Levontei, will say and ... ohochelit ...

Aunt Vasena, uncle's children's children and I hit the roar with them, and before that I got fourthly in the hut, and such a kindness covered people that everyone was poured and fell on the table and everyone was treated with me and fir themselves. Then they tightened the song, and the tears were pulled by the river, and the coremake monkey after that I had dreamed of long.

Late in the evening or at night, Uncle Levonty asked the same question: "What is so burning?!" After that, I grabbed gingerbread, sweets, children, Levontyevsky, too, have grabbed that he fell under his arms and ran away.

The last move was asked Valena, and my grandmother brought it until the morning. Levonty beat the remnants of glasses in the windows, swore, thundered, cried.

The next morning he shards glass windows, repaired benches, a table and, full of darkness and repentance, went to work. Aunt Valena of the day after three or four again went through the neighbors and no longer picked up the whirlpool, again took money, flour, potatoes - which will have to.

Here with the eagles of the uncle Levonthia and I went along the strawberries to work as hard to earn gingerbread. The kids carried glasses with chopped edges, old, half-insulated ones, barking Tuesks, kinkins, joined the throats, whose buckets without a handle were. The guys got shared, fought, threw each other with dishes, put the steps, two times were taken to fight, cried, teased. On the way, they jumped into someone's vegetable garden, and because there was no longer anything else, it was gone to the junction of Luke-Batuna, ate to the green saliva, the remains were dismissed. Left a few feathers on whistles. In the blurred feathers they were singing, they walked, we had fun to the music, and we soon came to the rocky collapse. Then everyone stopped indulging, crumbled through the forest and began to take strawberries, just still sleeping, Belobok, rare and therefore, especially joyful and expensive.

I took carefully and soon covered the bottom of a gentle tusk glass for two or three.

Grandma said: the main thing in the berries is to close the bottom of the Court. I sighed with relief and began to collect strawberries rather, and it came across it higher by won more and more.

Levontyevsky guys first went quietly. Only wrapped the cover tied to the copper teapot. This kettle was from the older boy, and he stuck so that we heard that the senior is here, nearby, and we have nothing to be afraid and there is no need.

Suddenly the kettle lid inhibited nervously, he was heard from.

Eat, yes? Eat, yes? And home what? And home what? - asked the senior and gave someone to the tumak after each question.

A-ga-gaaa! - Pop Tanka. - Shazhok Shazhral, \u200b\u200bDuck Nicho-oh ...

Hit and Sanka. He got angry, threw himself and fell into the grass. The senior took, he took the berries and thought: he tries for home, and those won, darkened, crude berries either at all on the grass were lying around. Jumped senior and ran Sanka again. Sanka sawed, rushed to the older. The kettle sheds, splashed from it berries. The Bogatyr brothers are fighting, ride on the ground, the whole strawberry crushed.

After the fight and the senior sank hands. He began to collect wake-up, pressed berries - and in their mouth, in the mouth.

So you can, but it means that it is impossible! You can, but I mean it is impossible? - he asked ominously, until he ate everything that managed to collect.

Soon the brothers somehow quietly recalled, stopped calling and decided to go down to the Fokinsky river, sprinkle.

I also wanted to the river, too, to sprinkle, but I did not dare to leave sinceva, because I did not score a full ass.

Grandmothers Petrovna frightened! Oh you! - Sanka scattered and called me with a dirty word. He knew a lot of such words. I also knew, I learned to speak them from Levontyevsky guys, but I was afraid, he could, hesitated to use his blamement and looked out:

But I will buy a gingerbread grandmother!

Maybe a mare? - Sanka grinned, spat himself under his feet and immediately smeared something; - Tell me better - you are afraid of her and more greedy!

And you want, all the berries eat? - I said it and immediately repented, I realized that I got to Udu. Scratched, with bumps on the head from the fight and different other reasons, with chicks on her arms and legs, with red eyes, Sanka was more harmful and the evil of all Levontyevsky guys.

Weak! - he said.

I was weak! - I shook myself, looking in a tusk. There was a berry above the middle. - I'm weak?! - I repeated with a gallowing voice and not to save, not to-wear, not disgraced, the berries on the grass resolutely stunned: - Here! Eat with me!

Leftyevskaya Horde fell, the Berries of the VMG disappeared. I got only a few tiny, berries with a novel. Sorry berries. Sad. Tooching on the heart - it will make it a meeting with my grandmother, a report and calculation. But I wrote down the despair, waved on everything with my hand - now it's still. I rushed together with Levontyevsky kids under the mountain, to the river, and boasted:

I still have a grandmother Kalach steal!

The guys encouraged me, act, they say, and not one Kalach bear, Shankhek still grab or a pie - nothing superfluous.

We ran through a small river, splashed with student water, tipped over the plates and the hands were caught up with a pensioner - a dish. Sanka grabbed this vile fishery, compared her with Strem, and we ripped off the riddle on the shore for an ugly look. Then they bulled stones in the flying birds, bored Bebrushushka. We squeezed the swallow to the water, but she let the blood in the river, the water could swallow and died, dropping the head. We buried the white, on the flower a similar bird on the shore, in the pebbles and soon forgot about it, because we took up the exciting, terrible business: they ran at the mouth of a cold cave, where I lived (this in the village knew the unclean power in the village. Further to all in the cave ran Sanka - his and unclean power did not take!

It's still something! - Sanka boiled, turning from the cave. "I would continue to escape, fucking Ba's escape, yes barefoot, there are death snakes."

Jade?! - Tanka retreated from the mouth of the cave and just in case pulled down the pants.

I saw the domineer with the house, "Sanka continued to tell.

Clapper! Houses in the attic live yes under the oven! - cut off sled senior.

Sanka was mixed, but immediately challenged the senior:

Duck tama what kind of house? Home. And here the cave. In Moss, the whole, gray, drummer trembling - the student him. And the housesunich Huda-thin, looks complicit and moan. Yes, you will not be mistaken, come only grabbing and sills. I buried her stone in the eye! ..

Maybe Sanka and blocked about the houses, but it was still scary to listen, might - that's very close to someone's cave all moaning, moaning. The first jerked from the widest place of Tanka, followed by her and the rest of the guys from the mountain fell. Sanka whistled, screamed the evil, binding to us by the heat.

So interesting and fun we spent the whole day, and I completely forgot about the berries, but it was time to return home. We disassembled dishes hidden under the tree.

Tell you Katerina Petrovna! Will asked! - Sanka called. Berries we ate! Haha! I eaten out! Haha! We are nishtyak! Haha! And you ho-ho! ..

I myself knew that I was, Levontyevsky, "Haha!", And I "ho-ho!". My grandmother, Katerina Petrovna, not aunt Valena, lie from her, tears and different excuses are not separated.

I quietly flew to Levontyevsky guys from the forest. They fled ahead of me Gorn, chased on the road of the bucket without a handle. Knucking Zvyakal, jumped on the stones, the remnants of the enamel gave it from him.

Do you know what? - Saying with the brothers, Sanka returned to me. - You're in Tues Herbs Natkay, on top of berries - and ready-made! Oh, my dieta! - He began to oppose my grandmother Sanka. - HAVE HAVE IMAGE, SYROTHTING, HAVE IL. And I wink to my sanka, and rushed further, down the tavern, home.

And I stayed.

Called the voices of the children under respect, behind the gardens, terribly met. True, the village is heard here, but still Taiga, the cave is not far from the housesnich in it with the houses, the snakes kishet. I walked, I wondered, I almost stood out, but it was necessary to listen to the forest, grass, houses from the cave are not selected. There is no time to hone. Here the Ear East is kept. I ripped the grass with myself, and myself looked around. Putting a grass of tight tusk, on the bull, to see the light and at home to see, gathered a few horsepower berries, laid her grass - it turned out strawberries even with a dust.

Dietatko you are mine! - Deligious grandmother when I, having simping from fear, handed it to her. - I have time for you, I'll go! I'll buy you gingerbread, the most important. And your berries will not go to your berries, right in this Tuesca will take away ...

Fixed little.

I thought, now my grandmother will find my fraud, will give me what is supposed to be, and has already prepared for a car for the deed villain. But it cost. Everything cost. Grandmother took Tuesok to the basement, once again praised me, gave me, and I thought that I had nothing to be afraid and my life was not so thin.

I hung, went to the street to play, and there he jerk me to inform everyone Sanka.

And I will tell Petrovna! And I'll tell you! ..

Do not, Sanka!

Bring Kalach, then I will not tell.

I crashed in secret to the storage room, took out of the village of Kalach and brought him Sanka, under the shirt. Then she also brought, then still, until Sanka got drunk.

"Grandma pissed. Kalachi stole! What will be? " - I tormented at night, grinding on the reagents. The dream did not take me, the peace of the "Andelsky" did not bind to my gigan, on my varnachine soul, although the grandmother, crossing the night, wished me not any, and the very same thing "Andelsky", quiet sleep.

What are you chosen there? - hoarsely asked her grandmother from the darkness. - In the river I suppose again wandered? Legs again hurt?

No, - I responded. - Sleep dreamed ...

Sleep with God! Sleep, do not be afraid. Life is worse than dreams, Batyushko ...

"And what if you get a clutch to climb to a grandmother under the blanket and tell everything?"

I listened. Bottom came the difficult breathing of an old man. It is a pity to wake, the grandmother is tired. She's early to get up. No, it is better, I will not sleep until the morning, I scratch my grandmother, I will tell you about everything: about Tuescape, and about the domain with the houses, and about Kalachi, and about everything, about everything ...

It became easier for me from this solution, and I did not notice how my eyes closed. Sankina has arose. The unwashed face, then woven the forest, her grass, strawberries, she poured out and Sanka, and everything that saw me during the day.

On the reaches smelled with a pine, a cold mysterious cave, the river was lit by the wet and smalcrose ...

Grandfather was on the borrow, kilometers in five from the village, at the mouth of the mana river. There we have a strip of rye, a strip of oats and buckwheat and a big potatoes are planted. On the collective goals, then only conversations began, and our villagers lived so far alone. My grandfather at Zaimka I loved to be. He is calmly there, thorough, no impact and oversight, run at least until the night. Grandfather never noise to anyone, worked leisurely, but very chemist and fitfully.

Oh, if the borrowing was closer! I would gone, disappeared. But five kilometers for me were an irresistible distance. And Aleshki is not to disperse with him. He recently came the aunt of August and took the aleshka with him on the forest dowel, where she did to work.

I was hallating, I wanted to be empty and could not come up with anything else, how to go to Levontyevsky.

Pepherna sailed! - grinned Sanka and varied salica in the hole between the front teeth. He could fit another tooth in this hole, and we were crazy about this Sankina hole. How did he rink saliva in her!

Sanka was going to fish, unraveling the fishing line. Small his brothers and sisters pushed near, wandered around the benches, crawled, walked on curves.

Sanka distributed the starts to the right and left - small climbeds, confused the fishing line.

There is no hook, - he grunted angrily, - swallowed, should, who is.

Nishty-AK! - Sanya calmed me. - digest. You have a lot of hooks, give. I'll take you with me.

I rushed home, grabbed the fishing rods, I put bread in my pocket, and we went to the stone bullies, for the rod, descending right in Yenisei.

The older house was not. He took him with himself "on the badogs" father, and Sanka commanded blood. Since he was older today and felt greater responsibility, it was not enough in vain and, moreover, she packed the "people" if he began to landflower.

The bulls Sanka put the fishing rods, caught the worms, drowned on them and "with his hands" drowned the fishing line, in order to quit on, - everyone knows: the farther and the more deeper, the more fish and the largest she.

Shab! - Pushed Sanka's eyes, and we mad froze. Long did not slander. We are tired of waiting, began to push, giggle, tease. Sanka tolerated, endured and drove us to look for sorrel, coastal garlic, wildly radish, otherwise, they say, he does not heal for himself, otherwise he picks it all. Levontyevsky guys were able to soak "from the ground," they ate everything that God would send, they did not disappear and the opposite, strong, debris, especially at the table.

Without us, Sanki really laughed. As long as we collected a greens suitable for the burning, he pulled two hereshes, Pescar and White Yelchik. Walked fire on the shore. Sanka squeezed on the fish sticks, adapted them to fry, the children surrounded the fire and did not descend their eyes off the heat. "Sa-An! - They ran soon. - I got it! SA-AN! .. "

N-well, a buzz! N-well, a buzz! You can not see that Yersh gamramy yawn? Toko would slill soon. Well, how to grably grab, diarrhea did you eat? ..

Diarrhea at Vitka Katerinic isvat. We do not have it.

What did I say?!

Smallkley Eagles combat. With Sanka, it does not hurt the tourists to intelligence, he, a little, and shorts. Suffer small, mooring noses; Fire Fire Fire Salretize. However, the patience is enough for a short time.

Well, Sa-Anh, won straight coal ...

Purchase!

The guys blew the sticks with roasted fish, broke out on the fly and on the summer, who fell from the hot, ate them with almost raw, without salt and bread, ate and looked at him in bewilderment: already?! So much waited, so much tolerated and only lied. My baby's bread was also imperceptibly wised and took up who, what: they were pulled out from minks of coasts, "binked" stone tiles on the water, tried to swim, but the water was still cold, quickly jumped out from the river to warm up from the fire. It was warm and fell into an even low grass, so as not to see how Sanka fries fish, now he is already, now his turn, and here we ask no asking - the grave. Will not give, because he himself loves to love everyone else.

The day was clear, summer. On top of a pecked. Near the rods clone to the ground ripple cucoshkins of shoes. On long crunchy stems dangled from the side towards the blue bells, and, probably, only bees heard how they rang. Near the anthill on the heated land lay striped gramophyons, and in their blue horns, headed the heads of the bumblebee. They died for a long time, exposing the shaggy boys, must have been heard by music. Birch leaves glistened, Osiennik SomLel from the heat, Pine Safe was the whole in Blue Kurche. Above Yenisei Sunny Merzalo. Through this flickering barely overlooked the red troops of lime stoves, shutting on the other side of the river. The shadows of the rocks lay real on the water, and their light was blocked, rushed into shreds, as if the old rag. The railway bridge in the city, visible from our village in clear weather, cried with a thin lacy, and, if you look at him for a long time, - lace was eating and rushed.

From there, because of the bridge, the grandmother should be saved. What will be! And why did I do that? Why did levontyevsky obeyed? Won how well it was to live. Go, run, play and do not think about anything. And now what? Hope now is not what. Except for an inadvertent one getting rid of. Maybe the boat belch and grandmother drowshes? No, it is better not to overturn. Mom drowned. What good? I am now orphan. Unhappy man. And I certainly regret me. LevonTiy only drunk regret and still grandfather - and everything, the grandmother only shouts, not yet, no, it will not be leaving. The main thing, the grandfather is not. On the promotion grandfather. He would not have given me offense. Grandma and shouts at him: "Potatchik! I dragged my whole life, now this! .. "" Grandfather You're a grandfather, at least you came to the bath to wash, at least just came and took me with him! "

What are you nunted? - leaned to me Sanka with a concerned view.

Nishty-AK! - Sankie comforted me. - Do not go home, and that's it! Going into the hay and attach. Petrovna saw her mother's eyes ajar when he was buried. Afraid - you will drown too. Here it is how it squeaks: "U-U-Ul my dyatyatko, I spoke me, orphan", "you get out and get out! ..

I won't do that! - I protested. - And you will not obey you! ..

Well, Leshak with you! You are trying about you. In! Put! You have pecked!

I fell from Yara, rebuilding the coast in holes, and rushed fishing rod. Put the perch. Then the Ersh. Fish came up, the Klevel began. We naked worms, threw.

Do not step through the rod! - Sanya's superstitiously died on completely stunned from the delight of babies and tuskal, tuskal fish. Parnisters put on them to the jest rod, lowered into the water and shouted to each other: "Who is said - do not cross the fishing rod?!"

Suddenly, for the near stone bulls lasted forged poles on the bottom, the boat appeared because of the cape. Three men were thrown out of the water of the sixth. After flashing with sandy tips, the sixtes fall into the water, and the boat, buried on the river, rushed forward, folding on the side of the wave. Swimming of the poles, cumming up of hands, push - the boat jumped into his nose, walkedly sent forward. She's closer closer. That's sole nod, and the boat nodded away from our fishing rods. And then I saw another person sitting on a gazebo. Halfing on the head, the ends of it are missed under the mouse and the cross will be tied on the back. Under the half column painted in a burgundy shirt. This jam was taken out of the chest on large holidays and on the occasion of a trip to the city.

I rushed from the fishing rod to the alar, jumped up, grabbed the grass, stuck the thumb into the mink. I flew the coast, baulized me on my head, I fell with a fright on the Koma clay, jumped and run along the shore, away from the boat.

Where are you going! Pave! Stick, I say! - Screaming grandmother.

I rushed to the whole spirit.

I-A-Avishsha, I Avishche home, fraudster!

The men succumbed to the heat.

Keep it! - shouted from the boat, and I did not notice how I was at the uppermost end of the village, where and shortness of breath, always tormented me, went! I have long been resting and soon I discovered the evening - the will of the will need to be returned home. But I did not want to go home and just in case came to the cousin of Keshe, uncle Vanina Son, who lived here, at the top edge of the village.

I was lucky. Near the uncle Vanina houses played in Napta. I got involved in the game and ran to darkness. Aunt Fenia appeared, Keshkin's mother, and asked me:

Why don't you go home? Grandma will lose you.

No, - I replied as a careless thing. - She sailed to the city. Maybe sleeps there.

Aunt Fenia offered me to eat, and I gladly wised everything she gave me, the thinner of the cache got boiled milk, and his mother told him with reproach:

All on the milk and milk. Looks out how eats a guy, because of the rustles, like a mushroom Borovik. - I was glared by the aunt Fenin praise me, and I was already quietly hopeed that she would leave me and spend the night.

But the aunt Fenia Praesed, painted me about everything, after which he took the hand and took home.

In our hut no longer was light. Aunt Fene knocked to the window. "Not locked!" - shouting grandmother. We entered the dark and quiet house, where it only heard the butterfly tapping, and the buzzing beating about the glass flies.

Aunt Fenia pushed me in Song, pushed the storage room to the Seine. There was a single bed of rugs and an old saddle in their heads - in case the afternoon smurifs the heat and he wants to relax in the chill.

I buried in the rug, the arrival, listening.

Aunt Fenia and Grandma talk about something in the hut, but what not to disassemble. In the storage room smelled of bran, dust and dry grass, stuck in all the slots and under the ceiling. The grass is all something skipped yes cracked. Walked in the storage room. The darkness was thick, rough, filled with smells and mystery life. Under the floor is lonely and timidly scored mouse, starving because of the cat. And everyone crashed dry herbs and flowers under the ceiling, opened the boxes, sailed into the darkness of seeds, two or three were confused in my stripes, but I did not pull them out, the fear to move.

Silence, coolness and nightlife was approved on the village. The charming dogs killed by the day came to themselves, climbed out from under Seine, the porch, from the cone and tried the voices. The bridge, which is put through the Fokinsky river, the harmonica pilical. On the bridge we are going to young people, dancing there, sings, scares rapid children and shy girls.

Uncle Levonia had a hurry slaughtered firewood. Must be, the owner brought something on the Verevo. Someone levontyev's "fell" helped? Most likely we have. There is a time to spring in this time of firewood far ...

Aunt Fenia was gone, covered the door tightly in the Senks. Bersato stumbled into the porch cat. Under the floor was a mouse. It became completely dark and lonely. In the hollow did not creak, the grandmother did not go. Tired. No neighbor in the city! Eighteen miles, yes with kittomka. It seemed to me that if I regret my grandmother, think about her well, she would gues about it and forgive me. Will come and forgive. Well, time and clicks, so for trouble! For such a business and not time you can ...

However, the grandmother did not come. I got cold. I rolled out with a hacker and breathed myself on my chest, thinking about my grandmother and about everything pitiful.

When Mom drowned, the grandmother did not leave from the shore, nor carry nor to persuade her to all the world could not. She chose everything and called Mom, threw the crumbs of bread, Silver, Loskutka, pulled his hair out of his head, tied them around her finger and let downstream, hoping to abandon the river, to die the Lord.

Only for the sixth day, the grandmother, blossomed by the body, dragged home almost the wolf. She, as if drunk, Bradovo muttered something, her arms and her head almost got the land, scattered on her head, hung over the face, clinging for everything and remained shreds on Bouruna. On the jersey and on the plates.

The grandmother fell among the huts on the naked floor, spreading his hands, and so I slept, not disassembled, in the swollen loosen, as if sailed somewhere, not making a row, no sound, and could not get it. In the house they spoke in a whisper, talked tiptoe, fearfully leaked over the grandmother, thinking that she died. But from the depths of the grandmother's latter, through the arted teeth there was a continuous moan, as if she pressed something or someone there, in her grandmother, and it was tormented from unrequisite, burning pain.

Grandma's grandmother from sleep immediately, looked around, as if after fainting, and began to pick her hair, gossip them into the braid, holding a rag for a braza string in the teeth. Delukito and simply did not say, but she exhaled himself: "No, I don't get away with the Lidanya, not to come. Does not give her river. Close somewhere, very closely holding, but does not give and does not show ... "

And my mother was close. She was tightened under the alloy bon against the huts of Vasse Vakhrameevna, she caught the braza for the transshipment of Bon and dull, dulling there until he had free her hair and did not tear off the braid. So they suffered: Mom in the water, grandmother on the shore, tormented by terrible flour unknown for whose grave sins ...

The grandmother found out and told me when I had grown that eight people of desperate oatsy women were hampered in a small fucking boat and one man on the stern - our junior kille. Baba is all with a bargaining, mostly with a berry - strawberries, and when the boat overturned, on the water, waking up, a red bright strip rushed, and sprayers from the boat, saving people, shouted: "Blood! Blood! Broke someone about the bon ... "But the river floated strawberries. My mother also had a cryka strawberry, and she was merged with a red stripe. Maybe Mine Blood from hitting his head about Bonu was there, flowed and rushed along with strawberries on the water, but who recognizes who will distinguish in panic, in fuss and shouts are red from red?

I woke up from the sunny beam, squinting into a muddy pantry window and pushed into my eyes. In the ray midge flashed dust. From somewhere applied to borrow, Pashneva. I looked around, and my heart joyfully jumped: a grandfather of an old fur coat was thrown at me. Grandfather arrived at night. Beauty! In the kitchen, grandmother someone told someone:

- ... Cultural lady, in a hat. "I'll buy all these berries." Please make mercy. Berries, I say, Syrotinka is a great collected ...

Here I fell away through the ground with my grandmother and could no longer and did not want to disassemble what she said further, because it closed as a semi-coat, I climbed into it to die soon. But it was hot, deaf, it became nothing to breathe, and I opened.

His forever dragged! - Grandmother thundered. - Now this! And he is fraudulent! Che then from it? Zhagan will be! Eternal Arrest! I'm still Levontyevsky, the stains of them, take the turnover! This is their gram! ..

The grandfather was removed into the courtyard, from sin away, something shutting under a canopy. The grandmother cannot alone alone, she needs to tell someone about the incident or dismiss the fraudster's smashes, it became, and she quietly went through Seine, opened the door to the storage room. I barely managed to fill my eyes firmly.

You're not sleeping, do not sleep! I see everything!

But I did not give up. Avdoty's aunt's aunt was tuned, asked as "theta" fused to the city. Grandmother said that "fused, glory to you, Lord, Yagodniki sold similarly," and immediately began to narrow:

My thing! Low! What did you have! .. Listen, listen, Girl!

In this morning, many people came to us, and all grandmother detained to tell: "And my thing! Little! " And it didn't bother her to fulfill his home affairs - she was rushing back and forth, Dailed a cow, drove her to the shepherd, shaking the rugs, made different things and every time, running past the storeroom doors, did not forget to recall:

You're not sleeping, do not sleep! I see everything!

Grandfather wrapped in the storage room, pulled out leather entrance from me and winked:

"Nothing, they say, terply and not Roby!", Yes, and I also stroked me on my head. I stirre into my nose and so long copied tears of a berry, a large strawberry, the stained of her, they poured out of my eyes, and there was no deepener.

Well, you are, what are you? - Santa reassured me, abyssing the big hand of tears from my face. - What are you hungry? I ask last ... go, go, - Longly pushed me grandfather in my back.

Holding the pants with one hand, pressing another elbow to the eyes, I stepped into the hut and started:

I'm more ... I'm more ... I'm more ... - And I could not say anything further.

Okay, wash it out and get to crack! "Still irreconcilable, but without a thunderstorm, a grandmother cut me without thunder." I mowed meekly, I drove a raw arranger for a long time and remembered that the lazy people, according to the grandmother, always savage, because everyone gets up later. It was necessary to move towards the table, sit down, look at people. Oh, you are Lord! So so that I have ever been told! Yes I…

Shuddering from still not past Schlipov, I rushed to the table. The grandfather fought in the kitchen, walked on her hand, at all, I understood the rope unnecessary to him, I took something from the climb, took out an ax from under the chicken coop, tried with my finger. He is looking for and finds a pricer, so that only not to leave the core grandson one for one with the "General" - so he calls her grandmother in the hearts or mockery. Feeling invisible, but reliable support for the grandfather, I took the edary from the table and there was her sochomyat. Grandma with one felling milk splashed, with a knocking put a soulful in front of me and tied up:

Pubjuno hurts, looks at the edge! Other than humble! Aecher because some quiet! And the milk will not ask! ..

My grandfather boiled me - Terp. I knew without him: God forbid to make a grandmother, to make something not at its discretion. She must be discharged and should express everything that she has accumulated on her heart, the soul should be left and calmed down. And the grandmother stamped me! And shook! Only now, understood to the end, in which the bottomless abyss I plunged me and on which "curve" it will still lead me, if I so early took a charming, if for Lyham Lyuda, I was reached on robbery, I also rooted, not just repenting, but Frightened that disappeared that neither forgiveness, no refund ...

Even the grandfather could not stand the grandmother's speeches and my full repentance. Gone. I left, disappeared, sinking by the treasury, they say, I have neither help, neither to cope, God to ask you, granddaughters ...

Grandmother was tired, exhaled, and maybe I hid, that she, she was hung, all the way.

It was late in the hut, but still hard. Not knowing what to do, how to continue to live, I smoothed the patch on my pants, pulled the thread out of it. And when I raised my head, I saw in front of myself ...

I climbed and opened my eyes again. Once again climbed, opened again. On a rollerous kitchen table, as if on a huge land, with arable land, meadows and roads, on pink empty, the white horse jumping with a pink mane.

Take, take, what are you looking? You look, but even when the baby is ...

How many years have passed since then! How many events have passed. No in the living grandfathers, there is no grandmother, and my life will tear up to the sunset, and I can not forget the grandmother's gingerbread - that wondrous horse with a pink mane.

Writing stories for children is not as easy as it seems at first glance. Victor Astafiev was able to compose a truly interesting and instructive story, after reading the child will make a lot of useful information for himself. The story got the name "Horse with a pink mane." Reviews about the work are positive, and in order to make sure enough to read his brief content.

Start

Grandmother of the main character instructed him to go to the village along with neighboring children, to gain strawberries for sale. As a reward for this, she promised the boy to buy a gingerbread in the form of a horse with a robbed pink glaze, hooves and a tail. The family of comrades Hero lived poorly. Father worked on logging and received a salary every two weeks. When it happened, they rushed a feast on joys, and the mother of the children distributed debts. However, the money ended quickly, and before receiving the next remuneration for the work they again occupied the neighbors. They lived unfavorably: they almost immediately leaving the firewood immediately, and they were mixed at all. If you read any review about "horse with a pink mane," you can find out that readers with pity are related to these children.

Collection of berries

Together with the comrades, the hero goes behind the cherished berries to earn on the desired gingerbread. He managed to score not one glass of strawberries, when other children staged a fight: the oldest of them found that others do not collect berries, but simply eat them. During the scuffle, everything that they managed to collect, turned out to be scattered on the ground, trampled or eaten. Children were not upset and decided to go swimming. One of them noticed that the berries collected by the hero are intact. He brought him "to the weakly" to eat them, and all together friends went to the river. Almost every person scolds him for it, making up a review. "Horse with a pink mane" does not end. The main character remembers that the required berries did not collect, only late in the evening. Comrades advised to dial Tues herbs and stones, and berries from above. So the boy and returned home.

Discharge deception

Grandmother pulled the boy for a long time, the berries did not stop, deciding to take them as it is. All night he was tormented by conscience, and in the morning the main character decided to admit to the deed crime. But he was late, the grandmother managed to go to the city. The boy wanted to hide somewhere, but no secluded place was found, so he went on fishing friend. A few hours later he saw her grandmother retours on the boat, she shook her with a fist, giving understanding that the deception was revealed. He was able to return home only in the evening and immediately hid in the storage room, where he prepared the "temporary" bed in advance. In the morning, the grandfather came to the boy and ordered to ask for forgiveness for his act. Having turned, the grandmother sat the grandson of breakfast, while continuing to crush about the deception. What she did after, almost every person constitutes feedback praises. "Horse with a pink mane" ends unexpected for the hero with a gift. Grandma still brought him a cherished gingerbread.

Opinion readers about the story, review

"Horse with a pink mane" causes delight from readers. The story is very instructive, it is useful not only to children, but also adults. The work teaches the most important thing - any deception will always be disclosed, and is the worst punishment. The wise grandmother did not beat the guilty baby, did not put an angle, only left alone with himself, allowing you to understand fully the consequences of my act. This is exactly what almost every person makes a review. "Horse with a pink mane" is exactly the work that you should read the children.

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(845 words) Grandmother ordered Vita to go for strawberries together with neighbors' "Levontyevsky" kids. In the award, the grandmother promised his grandchildly to bring him from the city of Gingerbread in the form of a horse. Vitya was delighted - a white horse with a pink mane was a dream of all neighboring guys.

Further, the story speaks of the Levonthia family, a neighbor, who prepared the forest to the badogs for a lime factory. When Levoniy received a salary, his wife Valena immediately went on the neighbors to give debts, while money never thought could give an excessive - ruble or three. The house of Levonthia was poor and unsettled, with many dangling, forever hungry kids.

"He himself stood his own on the square and he did not prevent him from looking at the light of white some glazed windows."

Levtoniy often drank, did not do at home, and loved to sing a song about the sailor, because it was once a sailor. All residents in the village had their favorite sincere song.

Vitya loved to be in the house of Levonia. When the owner received a salary, he always generously treated Vitu, because he was an orphan. The family dragged the song, the owners poured on the table all that they had, and began the feast mountain. And at night, after such a feather, Levontei Rayanil, beat a glass and furniture in the house. In the next morning, he kept somehow, and a few days later his wife Valena again asked for the debt among the neighbors.

During the collection of strawberries, Levontyevsky kids quarreled, due to the fact that the younger children ate berries. Two brothers came up and crushed all strawberries. Then the guys went swimming and called Vitu with them, but he refused, because still not filled his tusk strawberry. The most harmful of the guys, Sanka, began to tease Vitu, saying that he was coward and trees. Vitya took it for the challenge and, pouring off the whole berry from Tuesca, invited the guys to eat her, while she boasted that she was still stepping at Grandma Kalach.

The guys played for a long time and having fun, drove into the dark cave - who will continue. Sanka ran further and boasted that she was not afraid of snakes and houses. Everyone became scary from his stories, and the kids drove home. Then Vitya remembered that he didn't have strawberries, and he became uncomfortable, and his Sanka teased him, asking how he would seem on his eyes to Grandma Petrovna. Vitya was completely upset, then Sanka advised him to pour grass in Tuesuck, and to put berries on top to fool grandmother.

Levontyevsky kids ran home, and Vitya did on the advice of Sanki - faded the grass, gathered a little berries and covered her grass. Grandma did not notice anything and praised her grandson.

"The impotence has been assumed to you, say! I'll buy you gingerbread, the most important. And your beating of your berries will not be to your own, right in this Tuesca will take away. "

After dinner, Vitya went out again and told Sanka, as deftly deceived his grandmother. Sanka again began to tease him and threatened to give Vitu Grandma if he did not bring from the house Kalach. Vitya passed into the storage room and stole Kalach, and then I took a few more, while Sanka was not flooded. At night, Vitya could not sleep for a long time, everything worried about his bad actions, and decided to tell everything to her grandmother, but he himself did not notice how he fell asleep.

The next morning, Vitya thought that it would be good to go to the grandfather to borrow that was five kilometers from the village "at the mouth of the Mana River," where she was planted and Grech. But the borrowing of the grandfather was too far for Viti. He decided to go back to Levontyevsky kids. Those gathered fishing and lost the hook. Sanka offered Vite to bring his hook, promising to take Wit on fishing. Vitya agreed.

While Sanka sat on the river with fishing rods, the rest of the guys collected wild sorrel, garlic and other greens. Sanka caught the fish, the guys were divorced on the shore of the fire and fish baked. Then the guys played on the shore and still caught fish. Vitya thought that he would soon arrive from the city of Grandma, and regretted that everything was like it. Sanka advised him to hide and not go out until the grandmother starts crying and to do. But Vitya did not want to do that. Suddenly he saw a boat on the river, in which her grandmother was, and rushed to run. He ran away to the edge of the village and went to visit his mother. Before the evening, Vita played there with the guys and had dinner from Rodney, and then aunt, a phenya took him home.

While the grandmother and aunt of Fenia talked, Vitya Loe sleep in the storage room, and everything was waiting for her grandmother to him comes. But she did not come. Vitya, until he fell asleep, recalled that he was told - how the grandmother was gripped when his mother was drowned, as the grandmother did not leave the shore for six days, and then lay on the floor in the hollow in unconsciousness.

In the morning, Vitya woke up and heard the grandmother someone tells about the berries that he collected. Vitya saw the grandfather came - hung his fur coat. This morning, a lot of neighbors came to the grandmother, and she complained about her grandson, as he deceived her with berries. Vitya did the view that he was sleeping while the grandfather did not tell him to ask for forgiveness from her grandmother.

The boy went to her grandmother and a repentance and breakfast listened to all her chips. And then the grandmother gave him a gingerbread - a white horse with a pink mane. Vitya remembered it for life.

"There is no living grandfath, there is no grandmother, and my life will tear to the sunset, and I can not forget the grandmother's gingerbread - that wondrous horse with a pink mane."

Events occur in the village on the shore of the Yenisei.

Grandmother promised his grandchildren that if he picks strawberry tusk in the forest, she would sell it in the city and buy him a gingerbread - a white horse with a pink mane and tail.

"Gingerbread can be stuck under the roaring, run and hear how the horse flashes with hooves in a naked belly. The cold weather from horror - lost, - grab the shirt and with happiness to make sure, here he, there is a horse-fire! "

The owner of such a gingerbread from children honor and respect. The boy says (the story is conducted from the first person) about the "Levontyevsky" kids - children of a neighbor-logo.

When the father brings money for the forest, in the house feast mountain. Wife Levonthia, aunt Vasena, "Cold" - when gives debts, will always give the ruble, or even two. Does not like to consider money.

Grandma do not respect them: they are unsolonable people. Even the baths do not have - they wash in the Balke near the neighbors.

Levonty was once a sailor. I swung Zrayku with younger and sang a song:

Salted acyan

From Africa, sailor,

Baby Lyuzau

He brought in the drawer ...

In the village of any family "its own", the corona song, which is deeper and more and more and more than one and no other relatives. "I am today, as I remember the song" Monk Beauty loved. "So I see the Bobrovsky lane and all Bobrovskih, and Mrajrai is running on the skin from shocks."

The boy loves a neighbor, loves his song about the "Virgin" and cry together with all her unfortunate fate, loves to pour among the kids. Grandma is angry: "There is nothing to emblorict these proletiers!"

However, Levonty loved to drink, and drunk, "beat the remnants of glasses in the windows, swore, thundered, cried.

The next morning, he flicks glass windows, repaired benches, the table and was full of repentance. "

With the children of Uncle Levonthia, the hero went on strawberries. The guys were scolded, rushed into each other disheveled birchy tuses.

Senior (in this campaign) Brother began to scold younger, a girl and a boy, for eating berries, and not collect them for home. The brothers came up, the berries were poured out of the copper kettle, where they collected them.

Delivered all berries in a fight.

Then the eldest became berries. "Scratched, with bumps on the head from the fight and different other reasons, with chickens on their hands and legs, with red eyes, Sanka was more harmful and the evil of all Levontyevsky guys."

And then he dug up the main character, they took "weakly". Trying to prove that he is not a greyhound and not a coward, the boy poured his almost full Touus on the grass: "Eat!"

"I got only a few tiny, curved berries with a novel. Sorry berries. Sad.

Tooching on the heart - it will make it a meeting with my grandmother, a report and calculation. But I wrote down the despair, waved on everything with my hand - now it's still. I rushed together with Levontyevsky kids under the mountain, to the river, and boasted:

- I still have a grandmother Kalach steal! "

The hooliganism of the boys is cruel: they caught and confused the fish "For an ugly appearance," killed a stump of a stone.

Sanka runs into a dark cave and assures that he saw an unclean strength there - "cave houses".

Levontyevsky guys mock the boy: "Oh, will fly away from your grandmother!" They poured him to fill the grass tusk, and to lay a layer of berries on top.

- Dyatyatko you are mine! - Deligious grandmother when I, having simping from fear, handed it to her. - Again you have time for you, I will say! I'll buy you gingerbread, the most important. And your berries will not go to your berries, right in this Tuesca will take away ...

Sanka threatens to tell all the grandmother and the hero have to steal from his only teacher (he is an orphan) several kalables so that Sanka "got drunk."

The boy decides in the morning to tell her grandmother. But she early in the morning sailed to the city to sell berries.

The hero comes with a shank and younger children on fishing, they catch fish and fry her on the fire. Eternally hungry children eat a poor catch almost raw.

The boy again thinks about his misconduct: "Why was Levontyevsky obeyed? Won how well it was to live ... maybe the boat is a tip and grandmother drown? No, it is better not to overturn. Mom drowned. I am now orphan. Unhappy man. And I certainly regret me.

LevonTiy only drunk regret and still grandfather - and everything, the grandmother only shouts, not yet, no, it will not be leaving. The main thing, the grandfather is not. On the promotion grandfather. He would not have given me offense. "

Here again begins to peck fish - yes pecks well. In the midst of the Kleva to the place of fishing, a boat is sent, where grandmother sits among others. The boy rushes a nurse and goes to the "Casse cousin, uncle Vanina Son, who lived here at the top edge of the village."

Aunt Fenia fed the boy, painted everything about everything, took the hand and took home.

She began to talk with her grandmother, and the boy was clogged into the storage room.

Aunt gone. "In the hollow did not creak, the grandmother did not go. Tired. No neighbor in the city! Eighteen miles, but it seemed to me that if I regret my grandmother, thinking about her well, she would gues about it and forgive me. Will come and forgive. Well, time and clicks, so for trouble! For such a business and not time you can ... "

The boy recalls, in which deep grief there was a grandmother when his mother drowned. Six days could not lead the sobbing old woman from the shore. She all hoped that the river was walked and would return the daughter alive.

In the morning, the boy who fell asleep in the storage room I heard how to someone told my grandmother:

- ... Cultural lady, in a hat. "I'll buy all these berries."

Please make mercy. Berries, I say, Sirotinka Mount Mouse Collected ...

It turns out that he came from Zaimki grandfather. Grandmother scolds him that he is too indulgent: "Potatchik!"

There is a lot of people and grandmother tells everyone that "urtilized" her grandson. It's not at all preventing it from performing home affairs: she was rushing back and forth, Dailed a cow, drove her to the shepherd, shakeped the rugs, made different things.

The grandfather comforts the boy, advises him to go to obey. The boy goes to ask for forgiveness.

"And my grandmother stamped! And shook! Only now, understood to the end, in which the bottomless abyss I plunged me and on which "curve" it will still lead me, if I so early took a charming, if for Lyham Lyuda, I was reached on robbery, I also rooted, not just repenting, but Fucking, that disappeared that neither forgiveness, no refund ... "

Ashamed of the boy and scary. And suddenly...

Grandma called him and he saw: "On a robust kitchen table, as if on a huge land, with arable land, meadows and roads, on pink empty, the white horse grew up with a pink mane.

- Take, take, what are you looking? You look, for the time when everyone is a baby ...

How many years have passed since then! How many events have passed. There is no live grandfather, no grandmother, and my life will tear up to the sunset, and I can not forget the grandmother's gingerbread - that wondrous horse with a pink mane. "