When Mishka and I were very young, we really wanted to drive a car, but it just didn’t work out. No matter how much we asked the drivers, no one wanted to ride us. One day we were walking in the yard. Suddenly we look - on the street, near our gates, a car stopped. The driver got out of the car and left. We ran. I say:

This is the Volga.

No, this is Moskvich.

You understand a lot! I say.

Of course, “Moskvich,” says Mishka. - Look at his hood.

How much trouble Mishka and I had before the New Year! We have been preparing for the holiday for a long time: we glued paper chains to the Christmas tree, cut out flags, and made various Christmas tree decorations. Everything would be fine, but then Mishka took out the book “Entertaining Chemistry” somewhere and read in it how to make sparklers himself.

This is where the mess started! For whole days he ground sulfur and sugar in a mortar, made aluminum filings and set fire to the mixture for testing. The whole house was filled with smoke and smelled of suffocating gases. The neighbors were angry, and no sparklers worked.

But Mishka did not lose heart. He even invited many guys from our class to his Christmas tree and boasted that he would have sparklers.

They know what! he said. - They sparkle like silver, and scatter in all directions with fiery splashes. I say to Mishka:

Once upon a time there was a dog Barboska. He had a friend - the cat Vaska. Both of them lived with their grandfather. Grandfather went to work, Barboska guarded the house, and Vaska the cat caught mice.

One day, grandfather went to work, the cat Vaska ran away for a walk, and Barbos stayed at home. Having nothing to do, he climbed onto the windowsill and began to look out the window. He was bored, so he yawned around.

“Our grandfather is well! thought Barbosca. - Went to work and works. Vaska is also not bad - he ran away from home and walks on the roofs. And here I have to sit, guard the apartment.

At this time, Barboskin's friend Bobik was running down the street. They often met in the yard and played together. Barbos saw a friend and was delighted:

Chapter first

Just think how fast time flies! Before I could look back, the holidays were over and it was time to go to school. All summer I did nothing but run around the streets and play football, and I even forgot to think about books. That is, I sometimes read books, but not educational ones, but some fairy tales or stories, but in order to study Russian or arithmetic - this was not the case. I studied Russian so well, but I did not like arithmetic. The worst thing for me was to solve problems. Olga Nikolaevna even wanted to give me a summer job in arithmetic, but then she regretted it and transferred me to the fourth grade without a job.

You don't want to ruin your summer, she said. - I will translate you like this, but you give a promise that you yourself will work out in arithmetic in the summer.

It was wonderful for Mishka and I to live in the country! That's where the expanse was! Do what you want, go where you want. You can go to the forest for mushrooms or for berries or swim in the river, but if you don’t want to swim, then fish, and no one will say a word to you. When my mother's vacation was over and we had to get ready to go back to the city, we even got sad with Mishka. Aunt Natasha noticed that both of us were walking like crazy, and she began to persuade my mother that Mishka and I should stay to live. Mom agreed and agreed with Aunt Natasha that she would feed us and all that, and she herself left.

Mishka and I stayed with Aunt Natasha. And Aunt Natasha had a dog, Dianka. And just on that day, when my mother left, Dianka suddenly whelped: she brought six puppies. Five black with red spots and one - completely red, only one ear was black.

The hat lay on the chest of drawers, the kitten Vaska was sitting on the floor near the chest of drawers, and Vovka and Vadik were sitting at the table and painting pictures. Suddenly, behind them, something plopped down - fell to the floor. They turned and saw a hat on the floor near the chest of drawers.

Vovka went up to the chest of drawers, bent down, wanted to pick up his hat - and suddenly he screamed:

Ah ah ah! - and run to the side.

What are you? - asks Vadik.

She is alive!

Once a glazier was plastering over the frames for the winter, and Kostya and Shurik stood nearby and watched. When the glazier left, they ripped off the putty from the windows and began to mold animals out of it. They just didn't get the animals. Then Kostya made a snake and said to Shurik:

Look what I got.

Shurik looked and said:

Liverwurst.

Kostya was offended and hid the putty in his pocket. Then they went to the cinema. Shurik was worried and asked:

Where is the putty?

And Kostya replied:

Here it is, in your pocket. I won't eat it!

They took tickets to the cinema and bought two mint gingerbread.

Bobka had wonderful trousers: green, or rather, khaki. Bobka loved them very much and always boasted:

Look guys, what my pants are. Soldier!

All the guys, of course, were jealous. No one else had such green pants.

Once Bobka climbed over the fence, caught on a nail and tore those wonderful pants. From annoyance, he almost cried, went home as soon as possible and began to ask his mother to sew up.

Mom got angry:

You will climb fences, tear your pants, and I have to sew up?

I won't do it again! Shut up, mom!

Valya and I are entertainers. We are always playing some games.

Once we read the fairy tale "The Three Little Pigs". And then they started playing. At first we ran around the room, jumping and shouting:

We are not afraid of the gray wolf!

Then mom went to the store, and Valya said:

Come on, Petya, let's make ourselves a house, like those piglets in a fairy tale.

We pulled the blanket off the bed and covered the table with it. Here is the house. We climbed into it, and it's dark, dark!

There lived a little girl named Ninochka. She was only five years old. She had a father, mother and an old grandmother, whom Ninochka called granny.

Ninochka's mother went to work every day, and Ninochka's grandmother stayed with her. She taught Ninochka to dress, and to wash, and to fasten the buttons on her bra, and lace up her shoes, and braid her braids, and even write letters.

Anyone who has read the book "The Adventure of Dunno" knows that Dunno had many friends - little people like him.

Among them were two mechanics - Vintik and Shpuntik, who were very fond of making different things. One day they decided to build a vacuum cleaner to clean the room.

They made a round metal box from two halves. An electric motor with a fan was placed in one half, a rubber tube was attached to the other, and a piece of dense matter was laid between the two halves so that the dust in the vacuum cleaner lingered.

They worked all day and all night, and only in the morning the vacuum cleaner was ready.

Everyone was still sleeping, but Vintik and Shpuntik really wanted to check how the vacuum cleaner works.

Znayka, who was very fond of reading, read a lot in books about distant countries and various travels. Often, when there was nothing to do in the evening, he would tell his friends about what he had read in books. The kids loved these stories. They liked to hear about countries that they had never seen, but most of all they loved to hear about travelers, as travelers experience various incredible stories and the most extraordinary adventures.

After listening to such stories, the kids began to dream about how to go on a trip themselves. Some offered to make a hike, others suggested sailing along the river in boats, and Znayka said:

Let's make a balloon and fly on a balloon.

If Dunno took up some business, then he did it the wrong way, and everything turned out to be topsy-turvy. He learned to read only by writing, and he could only write in block letters. Many said that Dunno had absolutely empty head, but this is not true, because how could he then think? Of course, he did not think well, but he put on his shoes on his feet, and not on his head - after all, this, too, requires consideration.

Dunno was not so bad. He really wanted to learn something, but did not like to work. He wanted to learn right away, without any difficulty, and even the smartest little man could not get anything out of this.

Kids and babies were very fond of music, and Guslya was a wonderful musician. He had various musical instruments and often played them. Everyone listened to the music and praised it very much. Dunno was envious that Guslya was being praised, so he began to ask him:

- Teach me how to play. I also want to be a musician.

The mechanic Vintik and his assistant Shpuntik were very good craftsmen. They looked alike, only Vintik was a little taller, and Shpuntik a little shorter. Both were wearing leather jackets. Wrenches, pliers, files and other iron tools were always sticking out of the pockets of their jackets. If the jackets were not leather, then the pockets would have come off long ago. Their hats were also leather, with canned glasses. These glasses they put on during work, so as not to powder their eyes.

Vintik and Shpuntik spent whole days sitting in their workshop and repairing stoves, pots, kettles, frying pans, and when there was nothing to repair, they made tricycles and scooters for short people.

Mom recently gave Vitalik an aquarium with a fish. It was a very good fish! Silvery carp - that's what it was called. Vitalik was glad that he has a carp. At first he was very interested in the fish - he fed it, changed the water in the aquarium, and then got used to it and sometimes even forgot to feed it on time.

I will tell you about Fedya Rybkin, about how he made the whole class laugh. He had a habit of making guys laugh. And he didn't care: change now or lesson. So. It began with the fact that Fedya had a fight with Grisha Kopeikin over a bottle of mascara. Only to tell the truth, there was no fight here. Nobody beat anyone. They simply snatched a bottle from each other's hands, and the mascara splashed out of it, and one drop fell on Fedya's forehead. From this, a black blot the size of a penny turned out on his forehead.

I have a front garden under my window with a low cast-iron fence. In winter, the janitor cleans the street and rakes the snow behind the fence, and I throw pieces of bread into the window for the sparrows. As soon as these pichugs see a treat in the snow, they immediately flock from different sides and sit on the branches of a tree that grows in front of the window. They sit for a long time, uneasily glance around, but do not dare to go down. They must be afraid of the people walking down the street.

But then one sparrow plucked up courage, flew off the branch and, sitting on the snow, began to peck at bread.

Mom left home and said to Misha:

I'm leaving, Mishenka, and you behave yourself. Don't shawl without me and don't touch anything. For this I will give you a big red lollipop.

Mom left. Misha at first behaved well: he did not play pranks and did not touch anything. Then he only put a chair up to the sideboard, climbed on it and opened the doors at the sideboard. He stands and looks at the sideboard, and he himself thinks:

"I'm not touching anything, I'm just looking."

And there was a sugar bowl in the buffet. He took it and put it on the table: "I'll just look, but I won't touch anything," he thinks.

I opened the lid, and there was something red on top.

Eh, - says Misha, - yes, it's a lollipop. Probably just the one that my mother promised me.

My mother, Vovka and I were visiting Aunt Olya in Moscow. On the very first day, my mother and aunt went to the store, and Vovka and I were left at home. They gave us an old photo album for us to look at. Well, we considered, considered, until we got tired of it.

Vovka said:

- We will never see Moscow if we sit at home all day!

More than anything in the world, Alik was afraid of the policemen. He was always scared at home by a policeman. Does not listen - they say to him:

Here comes the policeman!

Naughty - they say again:

We'll have to send you to the police!

Once Alik got lost. He didn't even notice how it happened. He went out for a walk in the yard, then ran out into the street. I ran and ran and found myself in an unfamiliar place. Then, of course, he began to cry. People gathered around. They began to ask:

Where do you live?

Once, when I lived with my mother in the country, Mishka came to visit me. I was so happy that I can't say! I miss Misha so much. Mom was also happy to see him.

It's very good that you came, - she said. - The two of you will have more fun here. By the way, I have to go to the city tomorrow. I may be delayed. Can you live here without me for two days?

Of course we will, I say. We are not small!

Only you will have to cook dinner yourself. Can you?

We can do it, says Mishka. - What is there not to be able to!

Well, cook soup and porridge. Kasha is easy to cook.

We'll cook porridge. What is there to cook it! Mishka says.

The guys worked all day - they built a snow hill in the yard. They raked snow with shovels and dumped it under the wall of the barn in a pile. The hill was ready only for dinner. The guys poured water on it and ran home for dinner.

“Let’s have lunch,” they said, “while the hill freezes over.” And after lunch we will come with sleds and go for a ride.

And Kotka Chizhov from the sixth apartment is cunning! He didn't build a hill. He sits at home and looks out the window as others work. The guys shout to him to go build a hill, but he only spreads his arms outside the window and shakes his head, as if he shouldn’t. And when the guys left, he quickly got dressed, put on his skates and ran out into the yard. Chirk with skates in the snow, teal! And he doesn't know how to ride! Went up to the hill.

- Oh, he says, - a good slide turned out! I'm jumping now.

Vovka and I were at home for breaking the sugar bowl. Mom left, and Kotka came to us and said:

Let's play something.

“Let’s hide and seek,” I say.

- Wow, there's nowhere to hide! - says Kotka.

- Why - nowhere? I will hide so that you will never find. You just need to show ingenuity.

In the autumn, when the first frost hit and the ground immediately froze almost to a whole finger, no one believed that winter had already begun. Everyone thought that it would bring it back soon, but Mishka, Kostya and I decided that now is the time to start making a skating rink. In the yard we had a garden, not a garden, but, you won’t understand what, just two flower beds, and around a lawn with grass, and all this was fenced off with a fence. We decided to make a skating rink in this garden, because in winter the flower beds are not visible to anyone anyway.

PART I Chapter first. DON'T KNOW DREAMS

Some readers have probably already read the book "The Adventures of Dunno and His Friends". This book tells about fairyland, in which babies and babies lived, that is, tiny boys and girls, or, as they were otherwise called, shorties. Here such a little shorty was Dunno. He lived in the Flower City, on Kolokolchikov Street, together with his friends Znayka, Toropyzhka, Rasteryayka, mechanics Vintik and Shpuntik, musician Gusli, artist Tube, doctor Pilyulkin and many others. The book tells about how Dunno and his friends made a trip in a hot air balloon, visited the Green City and the city of Zmeevka, about what they saw and what they learned. After returning from a trip, Znayka and his friends set to work: they began to build a bridge across the Ogurtsovaya River, reed water supply and fountains, which they saw in the Green City.

PART I Chapter first. How Znayka defeated Professor Zvezdochkin

Two and a half years have passed since Dunno made a trip to the Sunny City. Although for you and me this is not so much, but for little shorties, two and a half years is a very long time. After listening to the stories of Dunno, Knopochka, and Patchkuli Pestrenky, many short men also made a trip to the Sunny City, and when they returned, they decided to make some improvements in themselves. The flower city has changed since then so that now it is unrecognizable. Many new, large and very beautiful houses appeared in it. According to the project of the architect Vertibutylkin, even two revolving buildings were built on Kolokolchikov Street. One is a five-story, tower-type, with a spiral descent and a swimming pool around (going down the spiral descent, you could dive right into the water), the other six-story, with swinging balconies, a parachute tower and a ferris wheel on the roof.

Mishka and I asked to be recorded in the same brigade. Back in the city, we agreed that we would work together and fish together. We had everything in common: shovels and fishing rods.

Once Pavlik took Kotka with him to the river to fish. But on this day they were not lucky: the fish did not bite at all. But when they went back, they climbed into the collective farm garden and picked up pockets full of cucumbers. The collective farm watchman noticed them and blew his whistle. They run away from him. On the way home, Pavlik thought how he would not get at home for climbing other people's gardens. And he gave his cucumbers to Kotka.

Kitty came home happy:

- Mom, I brought you cucumbers!

Mom looked, and he had pockets full of cucumbers, and there were cucumbers in his bosom, and two more large cucumbers were in his hands.

– Where did you get them? Mom says.

- In the garden.

Chapter first. SHORTS FROM FLOWER TOWN

In one fabulous city lived short men. They were called shorties because they were very small. Each shorty was the size of a small cucumber. They were very nice in the city. Flowers grew around each house: daisies, daisies, dandelions. There, even the streets were called the names of flowers: Kolokolchikov Street, Daisy Alley, Vasilkov Boulevard. And the city itself was called the Flower City. He stood on the bank of a stream.

Tolya was in a hurry, because he promised his friend to come by ten o'clock in the morning, but it was already much longer, since Tolya, due to his disorganization, lingered at home and did not have time to leave on time.

Works are divided into pages

With the work of the famous children's writer Nosov Nikolai Nikolaevich (1908-1976), the children of our country get acquainted at an early age. "Live hat", "Bobik visiting Barbos", "Putty" - these and many other funny Nosov's children's stories want to read it again and again. Stories by N. Nosov describe the daily life of the most ordinary girls and boys. And this is done very simply and unobtrusively, interesting and funny. In some actions, even the most unexpected and funny, many children recognize themselves.

When will you read Nosov's stories, then you will understand how much each of them is imbued with tenderness and love for their heroes. No matter how badly they behaved, no matter what they invented, he tells us about it without any reproach and anger. On the contrary, attention and care, wonderful humor and a wonderful understanding of the child's soul fill every small work.

Nosov's stories are classics of children's literature. It is impossible to read stories about the tricks of Mishka and other guys without a smile. And which of us in our youth and childhood did not read wonderful stories about Dunno?
With great pleasure they are read and watched by modern kids.

Nosov's stories for children published in many of the most famous publications for children of different ages. The realism and simplicity of the story to this day attract the attention of young readers. "Merry family", "Adventures of Dunno and his friends", "Dreamers" - these stories by Nikolai Nosov are remembered for a lifetime. Nosov's stories for children are distinguished by a natural and lively language, brightness and extraordinary emotionality. They are taught to be very attentive to their daily behavior, especially in relation to their friends and loved ones. On our website you can see online list of Nosov's stories, and enjoy reading them absolutely is free.

Stories and fairy tales written by the great writer Nikolai Nosov did not leave every little reader without attention, even despite the fact that a large selection of stories by contemporaries is offered on store shelves. The works of Nikolai Nosov for children are the standard of children's literature, and we offer short review some of them.

This is one of the favorite stories of readers, which consists of twenty-one chapters. It describes the life of schoolchildren, their thoughts and anxieties, followed by actions based on personal conclusions, even if they are children. Funny stories that happen in Viti's life give a humorous touch to the story and amuse the reader.

The story written by Nosov in three volumes about the unusual character Dunno originates from the book The Adventures of Dunno and His Friends. Events begin in the Flower City, where one of the residents comes up with the idea of ​​traveling in a hot air balloon. The adventures of friends are gaining momentum, and in order to find the way home, you will have to make a lot of effort and ingenuity.

The second part of the Dunno trilogy, but here the behavior of the protagonist changes from a naughty little man, he reincarnates into a sympathetic kid who does only good deeds. Thanks to this, Dunno receives a magic wand as a gift and sets off on new journeys to the Sunny City, where new friends and adventures await on the way.

The final part of the Nosov trilogy, which consists of thirty-six chapters, and the writer put a deep meaning into each of them, while the text is set out in accessible form. The main events take place on the Moon along with Dunno's true friends, who also talk like adults. No wonder this part is called the textbook of life for kids.

A short story by Nosov, which describes a dispute between two young boys who saw a car in the yard and disagreed whether it was Volga or Moskvich. Then one of the comrades had the idea to ride on the bumper of the car, because before that the guys had a dream to ride, but none of the drivers agreed to the request.

This story is about how Vadik and Vova saw a hat on the floor and, to their surprise, it turned out to be “alive”. The guys saw her start crawling on the floor all of a sudden and scared them. Friends decided to look into the situation and, in the end, found the answer. The hat fell on the cat Vaska, who was sitting on the floor.

The story tells that a simple putty can lead to the adventures of two comrades Kostya and Shurik. They got it when the glazier was plastering the windows and after that the funny adventures that took place in the cinema began. A stranger sat on the putty, it was confused with a gingerbread, and in the end it was completely lost.

An informative story by Nosov, in which the boy Bobka himself learns to put a patch on his pants, since his mother refused to sew them up. And he tore them like this: he climbed over the fence, caught on and tore. As a result of many trials and errors, the young tailor manages to make an excellent patch.

A short story where events develop based on the famous fairy tale "The Three Little Pigs". The guys read it and decided to start a game. They built a small house and found that it had no windows and therefore nothing could be seen. And here it suddenly seemed to them that a gray wolf had come to them ...

The story of how a mother made a gift to her son Vitalik. And it was an aquarium with a beautiful fish - carp. At first, the child looked after her, and then he got tired, and he decided to exchange with a friend for a whistle. When my mother did not find the fish at home, she decided to find out where she had gone. Vitalik was cunning and did not want to tell his mother the truth, but in the end he confessed.

Nikolai Nosov in the story "Dreamers" shows how children come up with stories and spread them to each other. But at the same time, they compete in who makes up the most. But here they meet Igor, who ate the jam himself, and told his mother that his younger sister did it. The guys felt sorry for the girl, and they bought her ice cream.

One of the funniest stories ever. It tells about how mother and son Mishka lived in the country and a little friend came to visit them. The guys were left alone, as my mother had to go to the city. She told the boys how to cook porridge. Friends had fun all day, but then they got hungry, and the most interesting thing began, cooking porridge.

An instructive story about the good and bad behavior of children. The main character, Fedya Rybkin, is a funny kid who comes up with funny stories. But the problem is that he has fun at school during lessons too. And one day the teacher decided to wisely teach him a lesson, and she successfully succeeded.

The story of how Misha's mother told her son to behave properly and promised to give a lollipop as a reward. Misha tried hard, but then he climbed into the sideboard, pulled out a sugar bowl, and there were candies in it. He could not resist and ate one, and with sticky hands took the sugar bowl and here it broke. When my mother came, the broken sugar bowl and the eaten lollipop were found.

The main character of the story is Sasha, he really wanted a gun for himself, but his mother forbade it. Once his sisters gave him a long-awaited toy. Sasha played with a pistol and decided to scare his grandmother by shooting right next to her face. Suddenly, a policeman came to visit. Here the most interesting began, and the child remembered forever that it was impossible to frighten people.

This story is about a schoolboy Fyodor Rybkin, who made homework mathematics. He turned on the radio and began to solve problems. He thought it would be more fun that way. Of course, the songs on the radio were much more interesting than the lessons, so all the songs were carefully listened to, but the problem was not solved correctly by Fedya.

Shurik at grandfather's

A story about two little brothers who spent the summer in the village with their grandparents. The guys decided to fish, and for this in the attic, at first, they decided to find a fishing rod, but she was alone. But a galosh was also found, with which, as it turned out, you can also come up with a lot of interesting things. Fishing on the pond was not so easy...

The story of how three children were left at home alone and decided to play hide and seek. Despite the fact that there were not many places to hide, one of them hid so that they could not find him. During the search, the whole apartment was in complete disarray, after which it took another hour to clean it.

Nosov's story about the little boy Pavlik, who went to the dacha in the spring and decided to plant something in the garden, although his peers did not believe in his strength. Mom gave me a shovel for the garden, and my grandmother gave me some grains and explained how to plant. And as a result, it turned out that it was a turnip, which, thanks to Pavlik, rose and grew.

In the story, Nosov tells about boys who loved to play hide and seek, but it always turned out that one was constantly hiding, and the second was always looking. Slavik, who was looking for a friend in the game, was offended. He decided to close his friend Vitya in the closet. After sitting in the closet for some time, the boy did not understand why he was locked up by a friend.

An instructive story about three hunters who went to the forest for prey, but did not catch anyone and stopped to rest. They sat down and began to tell each other funny stories. As a result, they realized that it is not at all necessary to kill animals, but you can have fun in the forest.

The events of this story by Nosov take place in a children's camp, to which three friends arrived, but one day earlier than the others. During the day they had fun, they even decorated the house, but when night fell, and suddenly there was a knock on the door, the boys got scared. When they asked who it was, there was no answer, and all night the guys could not understand who it was. Everything cleared up in the morning.

A comic story about the dog Barboska, who invited Bobik to visit, while grandfather and cat Vaska were not at home. The watchdog boasted of the things that were in the house: either a mirror, or a comb, or a whip. During the conversation, the friends fell asleep right on the bed, and when the grandfather came and discovered this, he began to kick them out, so much so that Barbos hid under the bed.

A story about a little five-year-old girl, Ninochka, who spent most of her time with her grandmother, since her mother and father worked. And one day she had the idea to help adults in search of iron for the delivery of scrap metal. When she showed the way to two adult boys, she forgot the way and got lost. The boys helped find the way home.

interesting instructive story about an excellent student named Kolya Sinitsyn, who during summer holidays decided to keep a diary. Kolya's mother promised to buy him a pen if he wrote everything neatly. The boy tried to write down all his thoughts and events, and got so carried away that he ran out of a notebook.

Underground

A story about the journey of two little boys who got into the Moscow metro while visiting their aunt. Having seen enough of the moving stairs, stops and ride in the train, the boys realized that they were lost. And suddenly they met their mother and aunt, who laughed at the situation. And in the end, they got lost.

The stories of Nikolai Nosov are action-packed, dynamic, full of unexpected comic situations; reading them is not just interesting, but super interesting. Written in post-war years they still have not lost their relevance. The heroes of the stories are tireless inventors, dreamers.

Quiz "Stories of Nikolai Nosov" contains 19 questions. All questions are answered.

Quiz Maker: Iris Revue

1. What stories of Nikolai Nosov do you know?
Answer:“Knock-knock-knock”, “Steps”, “Mishkina porridge”, “Friend”, “Karasik”, “Blot”, “On the hill”, “Hide and seek”, “Sparklers”

2. What "vegetable" stories of Nikolai Nosov do you know?
Answer:"Cucumbers", "Gardeners", "About the turnip"

3. What is the name of N. Nosov's story, where public transport is one of the "characters"?
Answer:"Underground"

4. What are the stories of Nikolai Nosov in the title of which there are proper names?
Answer:"Shurik at Grandpa", "Sasha", "Mishkina porridge", "The Adventures of Tolya Klyukvin", "About Gena"

5. What song sounded in Mishka's handset? (story "Telephone")
Answer:"Where, where have you gone, my golden days of spring-and-and?"

6. For the possession of what object did the heroes of N. Nosov's story "Gardeners" fight?
Answer: fought to win the banner

7. What is the plot number for the main characters of the story "Gardeners"?
Answer: lot number 12

8. What device that emits waves prevented Fedya from the story "Fedya's task" from learning lessons?
Answer: radio

9. Why is one of Nosov's stories called "The Living Hat"?
Answer: because in this story the hat moved as if alive

10. What animal got under the hat in the story "The Hat"?
Answer: cat

11. What was the name of Aunt Natasha's dog in the story "Druzhok"?
Answer: Dianka

12. How many puppies did the dog Dianka bring in the story "Druzhok"?
Answer: Six

13. What poem by Pushkin about winter did Mishka recite in the story "Druzhok"?
Answer:"Winter! .. The peasant, triumphant,
On firewood, updates the path;
His horse, smelling snow,
Trotting somehow…”

14. Which story by Nosov contains a profession in the title?
Answer:"Policeman"

15. Misha from the story "Mishkin's porridge" is extremely active. Do you remember what he did?
Answer:“I poured cereals into the pan”, “I grabbed a spoon and began to stuff the porridge back into the pan”, “I took a mug, climbed into the bucket”, “I snatched the pan from the stove”

16. How old was the heroine Ninochka in the story “And I help”?
Answer: Ninotchka was five years old

17. What story by Nosov contains a type of fish in the title?
Answer:"Karasik"

18. Do the heroes of N. Nosov's stories strive for knowledge of the world around them?
Answer: Yes. Either they searched the entire yard, climbed all the sheds and attics ("Shurik at Grandfather's"), or they worked all day - "built a snow hill" ("On the Hill"). Either they studied the structure of the telephone (“Telephone”), then they decided to make a skating rink (“Our skating rink”).

19. What was the name of the watchman in Nosov's story "Knock-knock-knock"?
Answer: Marya Maksimovna

Perhaps there is no person in our country who did not read the works of Nosov in childhood or did not know at least one hero of his wonderful books and stories. This article is about the amazing children's writer, Nikolai Nikolaevich Nosov.

Childhood years of the writer

Nikolai Nosov was born in Tsarist Russia, in the beautiful city of Kyiv, on November 23, 1908. The childhood and youth of the writer were associated with the small town of Irpen, located not far from Kyiv. Nicolas' father was a pop artist, and, most likely, the boy inherited a vivid imagination from him. After the death of Nosov, the autobiographical story "The Secret at the Bottom of the Well" was published, where he described his childhood years.

Being a passionate and quickly addicted nature, little Kolya tried to make music, but quickly realized that this was not for him. He was very fond of the theater, played chess well, was interested in electrical engineering, photography and chemistry.

The childhood and youth of the writer fell on very difficult years- World War I and Civil War, revolution. From the age of 14, he began working to help his family, and after graduating from school he became a laborer.

The writer graduated from the Moscow Institute of Cinematography and for 19 years, until 1951, worked as a director of scientific, animated and educational films.

Self awareness and imagination

According to the writer's memoirs, he began to realize himself and things around him by the age of four. The objects surrounding the boy had a character for him and their own special life. The closet is immersed in thought and speaks in a strange creaking language, the sideboard is a frivolous creature, and the armchairs are like two stiff aunts who really want to gossip, but you can’t show them that they can be interested in all sorts of trifles. All these childhood impressions then helped the writer a lot, and some of them subsequently entered Nosov's works for children. For example, one of his famous stories “The Hat” can be recalled. In it, the boys first of all think not that the kitten hid under her, but in a panic they decide that she came to life. In general, it must be said that all the stories of Nosov show an excellent knowledge of child psychology.

The beginning of the creative path

Nosov's debut as a writer took place in 1938. It was the story "Entertainers". The author was then 30 years old. As the writer himself admitted, his arrival in literature was an accident. The little son demanded more and more new fairy tales and interesting stories, and Nosov began to compose them first for him, and then for his friends. The writer realized that this work requires both great knowledge and understanding of child psychology. And most importantly, respect. And like this big love and attention to children permeated all the works of Nosov.

First collections of short stories

Then Nosov's other children's stories appear - "The Living Hat", "Mishkin's Porridge", "Cucumbers", "Dreamers". Each of them was already impatiently awaited by little readers, who immediately highly appreciated the works of the new writer. They printed it then in the best children's magazine"Murzilka". A little later, these stories were combined into a still thin book "Knock-knock-knock". This event did not happen immediately, in 1945. But a year later, a new collection of the writer's funny stories appeared - "Steps".

Nosov's works come out one after another. Their list is extensive:

- "Bobik visiting Barbos".

- Happy family.

- "Funny stories".

- "Vitya Maleev at school and at home."

- Diary of Kolya Sinitsyn.

- Gardeners.

- "The Adventures of Kolya Klyukvin".

- "Telephone".

- "Wonderful trousers."

Children like Nosov's works, but general popularity comes to him after the publication of the story "Vitya Maleev at school and at home." Taking as a basis a completely ordinary story about a schoolboy and his studies, the writer was able to write about the real, real life of ordinary boys, sincere and naive.

Tale of the Dunno

Even those who do not know the writer Nosov have heard of Dunno - the most famous and beloved literary character by children. The author characterized his hero as follows: “This is a generalized idea of ​​a child with an irrepressible thirst for activity, with a great desire to learn everything, but at the same time uncollected and unable to hold his attention. This is a completely normal child. He has great potential that he will develop in the future, and shortcomings that need to be dealt with.”

Dunno - a representative of the short people living in beautiful cities with the poetic names Flower, Sunny. Very active and cheerful main character sincerely wants to help all his friends, but because of his restlessness and haste, he constantly gives them friends. Friends forgive Dunno, although his actions often cause great trouble. In total, the writer created three stories about little men.

By the way, Nosov did not come up with the name of his hero himself, but borrowed it from a book about forest men. Dunno was not the main character there, but one of the most insignificant. The writer never hid this fact. This, by the way, is now preventing Nosov's heir, his grandson, from fighting piracy in relation to his grandfather's work. Several times his claims were rejected with the wording that Dunno was not invented by Nikolai Nosov.

They say that the restless little man was written off by the writer from his son Petya, and Nosov gave the hat to the hero, because he himself loved to wear them.

Heroes of Nosov's works

The most amazing thing is that all the works of Nosov, which are considered funny, were written by him not at all for laughter and entertainment. He never set himself the task of making the reader laugh. Nosov described the ordinary daily life of children, filled with victories and failures, small discoveries and great joy of life. Even if the heroes of his works are lazy or losers, they still evoke sympathy for the fact that they sincerely repent of their actions.

Screen adaptation of Nosov's works

According to the books of the writer, 6 feature films and a huge number of animated films were shot. Among them are two series about the adventures of Dunno.

The work of a remarkable writer is in demand even now. His books are still as popular and loved by both young children and their parents as they were many years ago.

When Mishka and I were very young, we really wanted to drive a car, but it just didn’t work out. No matter how much we asked the drivers, no one wanted to ride us. One day we were walking in the yard. Suddenly we look - on the street, near our gates, a car stopped. The driver got out of the car and left. We ran. I say:

This is the Volga.

No, this is Moskvich.

You understand a lot! I say.

Of course, Moskvich, - says Mishka. - Look at his hood.

What, - I say, - bonnet? It's the girls who have a hood-hood, and the car has a hood! Look at the body. The bear looked and said:

Well, such a belly, like a Moskvich.

It's you, - I say, - a belly, but the car has no belly.

You said it yourself.

I said the body, not the belly! Oh you! You don't understand, but you climb!

The bear approached the car from behind and said:

Does the Volga have a buffer? This is Moskvich's buffer.

I say:

You'd better be silent. Invented another buffer of some kind. The buffer is at the wagon on railway and the car has a bumper. Both Moskvich and Volga have a bumper.

The bear touched the bumper with his hands and says:

You can sit on this bumper and go.

Don't, I tell him.

Don't be afraid. Let's drive a little and jump. Then the driver came and got into the car. The bear ran up from behind, sat on the bumper and whispered:

Sit down quickly! Sit down quickly!

I say:

No need!

Go quickly! Oh you coward! I ran up and clung to it. The car started and how it will rush!

The bear got scared and says:

I'll jump! I'll jump!

No need, - I say, - you will hurt yourself! And he keeps saying:

I'll jump! I'll jump!

And he has already begun to lower one leg. I looked back, and behind us another car rushes. I'm screaming

Do not dare! Look, now the car will crush you!

People on the sidewalk stop, look at us. At the crossroads, a policeman blew his whistle. The bear was frightened, jumped down onto the pavement, but his hands would not let go, he was holding on to the bumper, his legs were dragging along the ground. I got scared, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him up. The car stopped, and I'm dragging everything. The bear finally climbed onto the bumper again. People gathered around. I'm screaming

Hold on, you fool!

Everyone laughed at that. I saw that we had stopped and I started to cry.

Get down, - I say to Mishka.

And he doesn't understand anything. Forcibly, I tore it off this bumper. A policeman ran up and wrote down the number. The driver got out of the cab - everyone attacked him:

Can't you see what's going on behind you?

And they forgot about us. I whisper to Misha:

We moved to the side and ran into the alley. They ran home, out of breath. Mishka has both knees peeled to the point of blood and his pants are torn. This is when he rode on the pavement on his stomach. He got it from his mom!

Then Mishka says:

Pants are nothing, you can sew them up, but your knees will heal on their own. I just feel sorry for the driver: he will probably get it because of us. Did you see the policeman write down the number of the car?

I say:

I should have stayed and said that the driver was not to blame.

And we will write a letter to the policeman, - says Mishka.

We began to write a letter. They wrote, wrote, ruined twenty sheets of paper, finally wrote:

“Dear Comrade Policeman! You entered the number incorrectly. That is, you wrote down the number correctly, only wrong that the driver is to blame. The driver is not to blame: Mishka and I are to blame. We clung, but he did not know. The driver is good and drives correctly.”

On the envelope they wrote:

"Corner of Gorky and Bolshaya Gruzinskaya streets, get a policeman."

The letter was sealed and thrown into a box. It will probably come.

Important decision

It happened after the steam engine that Mishka and I made from a tin can exploded. The bear heated the water too much, the jar burst, and the hot steam burned his hand. It’s good that Mishka’s mother immediately smeared his hand with naftalan ointment. This is very good remedy. Who does not believe, let him try. You just need to smear it as soon as you burn yourself, until the skin has come off.

After the car burst, Mishkin's mother forbade us to mess with it and threw it into the trash. We had to hang around for a while. The boredom was deadly. Spring has begun. Snow melted everywhere. Streams gurgled through the streets. The sun was already shining through the windows. But nothing made us happy. Such is our character with Mishka - we definitely need some kind of occupation. When there is nothing to do, we get bored and we get bored until we find something to do.

Once I come to Mishka, and he is sitting at the table, his nose buried in some book, his head wrapped in his hands and nothing in the world, except for this book, does not see and does not even notice that I have come. I deliberately slammed the door louder so that he would pay attention to me.

Ah, it's you, Nikoladze! Mishka rejoiced. He never called me by my first name. Instead of just saying “Kolya”, he calls me Nikola, then Mikola, then Mikula Selyaninovich, then Miklukho-Maclay, and once he even began to call me in Greek - Nikolaki. In a word, every day, then a new name. But I'm not offended. Let him call if he likes.

Yes, it's me, I say. - What is your book? Why are you clinging to her like a tick?

A very interesting book, says Mishka. - I bought it this morning at the newsstand.

I looked: on the cover - a rooster and a hen and it says "Poultry", and on each page - some kind of chicken coops and drawings.

What is interesting here? I say. - This is some kind of scientific book.

It's good that it's scientific. This is not some fairy tale for you. Everything is true here. This is a useful book.

Mishka is such a person - he definitely needs everything to be useful. When he has extra money, he goes to the store and buys some useful book. Once he bought a book called "Reverse trigonometric functions and Chebyshev polynomials”. Of course, he did not understand a word in this book and decided to read it later, when he had become a little wiser. Since then, this book has been sitting on his shelf - waiting for him to grow wiser.

Mishka marked the page on which he was reading and closed the book.

Here, brother, everything is there, - he said, - how to breed chickens, ducks, geese, turkeys.

Are you going to breed turkeys? I asked.

Who doesn't know this! I say. - Last year I was with my mother on a collective farm and saw an incubator. There, chickens were bred every day, five hundred or a thousand each. They were forced to take them out of the incubator.

What are you saying! Mishka was surprised. - I didn't know about it before. I thought chickens were always hatched by hens. When we lived in the village, I saw a mother hen hatching chickens.

I also saw a mother hen. But the incubator is much better. You put a dozen eggs under the hen - and that's it, but you can lay a thousand at once in the incubator.

I know, says Mishka. - Here about it it is written. And then, while the chicken sits on the eggs and raises the chickens, she does not lay eggs, and if the chickens are hatched by the incubator, the chicken is all the time rushing, and the eggs are much more.

We began to calculate how many extra eggs would be obtained if all the hens did not hatch chickens, but instead laid eggs. It turned out that a hen hatches chicks for twenty-one days, then she raises little chicks, so it takes three months before she starts laying again.

Three months is ninety days, - said Mishka. - If the hen did not hatch chickens, she could lay ninety more eggs in a year. In some small farm, where there are only ten hens, nine hundred more eggs would be produced in a year. And if you take such a farm as a collective farm or state farm, where there are a thousand chickens on a poultry farm, then there will be ninety thousand more eggs. Just think - ninety thousand!

We talked for a long time about the benefits of an incubator. Then Mishka said:

But what if we ourselves make a small incubator so that chickens hatch from eggs in it?

How can we do it? I say. - After all, you need to know how to do everything.

There is nothing tricky, says Mishka. - It's all in the book. The main thing is that the eggs are heated for exactly twenty-one days in a row, and then chickens will hatch from them.

I suddenly really wanted to have little chickens, because I really love all kinds of birds and animals. In the fall, Mishka and I even signed up for a youth group and worked in a living corner, and then Mishka came up with the idea of ​​​​making this steam engine, and we stopped going to the circle. Vitya Smirnov, who was our headman, said that he would cross us off the list if we did not work, but we said that we would, and he did not cross it off.

The bear began to tell how good it will be when we hatch little chickens.

They will be so pretty! he said. - It will be possible to fence off a corner in the kitchen for them, and let them live there, and we will feed them and take care of them.

But after all, it will take three weeks to mess around until they hatch! I say.

Why bother? Let's make an incubator - they will hatch. I thought.

The bear looked at me with concern. I saw that he really wanted to get down to business as soon as possible.

OK! I say. - We still have nothing to do, let's try.

I knew that you would agree! Mishka rejoiced. “I would take on this business myself, but I’m bored without you.

Exit found

That night I could not sleep for a long time.

For an hour I lay in bed and thought about the incubator. At first I wanted to ask my mother to let us burn a kerosene lamp, but then I realized that my mother would not allow us to mess with the fire, as she was very afraid of fire and always hides matches from me. In addition, Mishka's mother took away our kerosene lamp and would never give it back. Everyone had been asleep for a long time, and I thought about it and could not sleep at all.

Suddenly a very good thought came into my head: “What if we heat water with an electric light bulb?”

I slowly got up, lit the table lamp and put my finger on it to see if the electric bulb produced a lot of heat. The light bulb quickly heated up, so that it became impossible to hold a finger. Then I took the thermometer off the wall and leaned it against the light bulb.

Mercury quickly rose and rested on the upper end, so that even divisions on the thermometer were not enough. So there was a lot of heat.

I calmed down and hung the thermometer in its place. Subsequently, after a while, we discovered that this thermometer began to lie and show the wrong temperature. When it was cool in the room, for some reason it showed forty degrees of heat, and when it got warmer, the mercury climbed to the very top and stuck there until it was shaken off. He never showed less than thirty degrees of heat, so that even in winter we could live without heating if he didn’t lie.

Maybe it happened because I applied the thermometer to the lamp? Don't know.

The next day I told Mishka about my invention.

When we returned from school, I begged my mother for an old table lamp that we had in the closet, and we decided to try heating water with electricity. We put a table lamp instead of a kerosene one in a box, and in order for the lamp to be closer to the jar of water and heat it better, Mishka placed several books under it. I turned on the electricity, and we began to monitor the thermometer. At first, the mercury in the thermometer stood still for a long time, and we even began to fear that nothing would come of it. Then the electric bulb gradually heated the water, and the mercury began to slowly rise upwards.

In half an hour it rose to thirty-nine degrees. The bear clapped his hands for joy and shouted:

Hooray! Here it is, real chicken temperature! .. It turns out that electricity is no worse than kerosene.

Of course, - I say - not worse. Electricity is even better, because kerosene can start a fire, but nothing will work with electricity.

Then we noticed that the mercury in the thermometer climbed higher and rose to forty degrees.

Stop! Mishka shouted. - Stop! Watch where she goes!

We have to stop it somehow, I say.

And how will you stop it? If it was a kerosene lamp, you could twist the wick.

What kind of wick is there when it's electricity!

It's no good, your electricity! Mishka got angry.

Why my electricity? - I was offended. It's just as mine as it is yours.

But it's you who invented heating with electricity. Look, it's already forty-two degrees! If it goes like this, then all the eggs will boil and no chickens will come out.

Wait, I say. - In my opinion, it is necessary to lower the light bulb lower, then it will become weaker to heat the water and the temperature will drop.

We pulled out the thickest book from under the lamp and began to see what would happen. Mercury slowly crawled down and dropped to thirty-nine degrees. We breathed a sigh of relief, and Mishka said:

Well, it's all right now. You can start hatching chickens. Now I will ask my mother for money, and you run home and ask for money too. We'll get together and buy a dozen eggs from the store.

I hurried home and began to ask my mother for money for eggs.

Mom couldn't understand why I needed eggs. Forcibly, I explained to her that we had set up an incubator and wanted to hatch chickens.

It won't work for you," Mom said. - Is it a joke to bring chickens out without a hen! You will only waste your time.

But I did not lag behind my mother and asked for everything.

Okay, Mom agreed. - Where do you want to buy eggs?

In the store, I say. - Where else?

Eggs from the store are not suitable for such a thing, my mother says. - For chickens, you need the freshest eggs that the hen has recently laid, and from those eggs that have been lying for a long time, the chickens will no longer hatch.

I returned to Mishka and told him what my mother had told me.

Oh, I'm crazy! Mishka says. - After all, it is written in the book. Completely forgot!

We decided to go the next day to the village to Aunt Natasha, with whom we lived last year in the country. Aunt Natasha has her own chickens, and we were sure that we would get the freshest eggs from her.

living hat

The hat lay on the dresser, the kitten Vaska sat on the floor near the dresser, and Vovka and Vadik sat at the table and painted pictures. Suddenly, behind them, something plopped down - fell to the floor. They turned and saw a hat on the floor near the chest of drawers.

Vovka went up to the chest of drawers, bent down, wanted to pick up his hat - and suddenly he screamed:

- Ah ah ah! - and run to the side.

- What are you? Vadik asks.

–　She is alive!

–　Who is alive?

–　Hat-hat-hat-pa.

- What you! Are hats alive?

–　Po-see for yourself!

Vadik came closer and began to look at the hat. Suddenly the hat crawled straight towards him. He screams like:

–　Ay! - and jump on the couch. Vovka is behind him.

The hat crawled out into the middle of the room and stopped. The boys look at her and tremble with fear. Then the hat turned and crawled towards the sofa.

–　Ay! Ouch! the guys shouted.

They jumped off the couch and ran out of the room. They ran into the kitchen and closed the door behind them.

–　I ho-ho-ho-zhu! Vovka says.

- Where ?

“　I’m going to my house.

- Why ?

　I'm afraid of hats! This is the first time I see a hat walking around the room.

　Maybe someone is pulling her string?

–　Well, go and have a look.

- Let's go together. I'll take a stick. If she climbs to us, I'll crack her with a club.

　Wait a minute, I'll take a stick too.

–　Yes, we don’t have another stick.

–　Well, I'll take a ski pole.

They took a stick and a ski pole, opened the door and looked into the room.

　Where is she? Vadik asks.

　Over there, by the table.

–　Now I’m going to crack her with a club! Vadik says. - Just let him crawl closer, such a vagabond!

But the hat lay near the table and did not move.

–　Yeah, scared! - the guys rejoiced. - Afraid to climb to us.

–　Now I will frighten her away,　– said Vadik.

He started pounding on the floor with a club and shouting:

　Hey you hat!

But the hat didn't move.

“　Let’s collect potatoes and shoot potatoes at her,” suggested Vovka.

They returned to the kitchen, took potatoes from the basket and began to throw them at the hat. They threw them, they threw them, and finally Vadik hit. The hat will jump up!

–　Meow! - shouted something. Look, a gray tail stuck out from under the hat, then a paw, and then the kitten itself jumped out.

–　Vaska ! - the guys rejoiced.

–　Probably, he was sitting on the floor, and the hat fell on him from the chest of drawers,　 Vovka guessed.

Vadik grabbed Vaska and let's hug him!

–　Vaska, dear, how did you get under the hat?

But Vaska did not answer, he only snorted and squinted from the light.

Patch

Bobka had wonderful trousers: green, or rather, khaki. Bobka loved them very much and always boasted:

Look guys, what my pants are. Soldier!

All the guys, of course, were jealous. No one else had such green pants.

Once Bobka climbed over the fence, caught on a nail and tore those wonderful pants. From annoyance, he almost cried, went home as soon as possible and began to ask his mother to sew up.

Mom got angry:

You will climb fences, tear your pants, and I have to sew up?

I won't do it again! Shut up, mom!

I sew it myself.

So I can't!

Managed to tear, manage and sew.

Well, I'll walk like that, - Bobka grumbled and went into the yard.

The guys saw that he had a hole in his pants, and began to laugh.

What kind of soldier are you, they say, if your pants are torn?

And Bobka justifies himself:

I asked my mother to sew it up, but she does not want to.

Do mothers sew up pants for soldiers? - say the guys. - A soldier himself must be able to do everything: put a patch and sew on a button.

Bob was embarrassed.

He went home, asked his mother for a needle, thread and a piece of green cloth. From the cloth he cut out a patch the size of a cucumber and began sewing it to his trousers.

The matter was not easy. In addition, Bobka was in a hurry and pricked his fingers with a needle.

What are you up to? Oh you disgusting! - Bobka said to the needle and tried to grab it by the very tip, so as not to prick himself.

Finally the patch was sewn on. It stuck out of his pants like a dried mushroom, and the fabric around him was wrinkled so that one leg even became shorter.

Well, where does it fit? Bobka grumbled, looking at his pants. - Even worse than before! Everything will have to be redone.

He took a knife and ripped off the patch. Then he smoothed it out, put it back on his pants, carefully traced the patch around the patch with an ink pencil and began to sew it on again. Now he sewed slowly, carefully and all the time making sure that the patch did not crawl out of the line.

He fiddled for a long time, sniffling and groaning, but when he did everything, it was a pleasure to look at the patch. It was sewn on evenly, smoothly, and so firmly that even teeth could not tear it off.

Finally, Bobka put on his pants and went out into the yard. The guys surrounded him.

Well done! they said. - And the patch, look, circled in pencil. It is immediately obvious that he sewed.

And Bobka turned in all directions, so that everyone could see, and said:

Oh, I would like to learn how to sew on buttons, but it’s a pity, none of them came off! That is OK. Someday it will come off - I will definitely sew it myself.

Entertainers

Valya and I are entertainers. We are always playing some games.

Once we read the fairy tale "The Three Little Pigs". And then they started playing. At first we ran around the room, jumping and shouting:

We are not afraid of the gray wolf!

Then mom went to the store, and Valya said:

Come on, Petya, let's make ourselves a house, like those piglets in a fairy tale.

We pulled the blanket off the bed and covered the table with it. Here is the house. We climbed into it, and it's dark, dark!

Valya says:

It's good that we have our own house! We will always live here and will not let anyone in, and if the gray wolf comes, we will drive him away.

I say:

It’s a pity that we don’t have windows in the house, it’s very dark!

Nothing, Valya says. - Piglets have houses without windows.

I'm asking:

Do you see me?

No, and you me?

And I, I say, no. I don't even see myself.

Suddenly, someone grabs me by the leg! How I scream! I jumped out from under the table, and Valya followed me!

What you? - asks.

I, - I say, - someone grabbed my leg. Maybe a gray wolf?

Valya was frightened and ran out of the room. I am behind her. They ran out into the hallway and slammed the door.

Come on, - I say, - keep the door so that he does not open it. We held the door, held. Valya says:

Maybe there is no one there?

I say:

And who then touched my leg?

It's me, - says Valya, - I wanted to know where you are.

What didn't you say before?

I, he says, was scared. You scared me.

We opened the door. There is nobody in the room. But we are still afraid to approach the table: suddenly a gray wolf will crawl out from under it!

I say:

Go take off your blanket. Valya says:

No, you go! I say:

There is no one there.

And maybe there is! I crept on tiptoe to the table, pulled the edge of the blanket and ran to the door. The blanket has fallen and there is no one under the table. We rejoiced. They wanted to fix the house, only Valya says:

Suddenly, someone grabs his leg again!

So they didn’t play the Three Little Pigs anymore.

Blot

I will tell you about Fedya Rybkin, about how he made the whole class laugh. He had a habit of making guys laugh. And he didn't care: change now or lesson. So. It began with the fact that Fedya had a fight with Grisha Kopeikin over a bottle of mascara. Only to tell the truth, there was no fight here. Nobody beat anyone. They simply snatched a bottle from each other's hands, and the mascara splashed out of it, and one drop fell on Fedya's forehead. From this, a black blot the size of a penny turned out on his forehead.

At first, Fedya got angry, and then he saw that the guys were laughing, looking at his inkblot, and decided that it was even better. And did not wash off the blot.

Soon the bell rang, Zinaida Ivanovna came, and the lesson began. All the guys looked back at Fedya and quietly laughed at his blot. Fedya really liked that he could make the guys laugh with just his appearance. He put his finger into the bottle on purpose and smeared mascara on his nose. No one could look at him without laughing. The classroom became noisy.

Zinaida Ivanovna at first could not understand what was the matter, but soon noticed Fedya's inkblot and even stopped in surprise.

“Is that what you stained your face with, mascara?” she asked.

"Yeah," Fred nodded.

- And what ink? This one? Zinaida Ivanovna pointed to the bottle, which stood on the desk.

“This one,” Fedya confirmed, and his mouth parted almost to his ears.

Zinaida Ivanovna put spectacles on her nose and with a serious look examined the black spots on Fedya's face, after which she shook her head ruefully.

"You shouldn't have done it, you shouldn't have done it!" she said.

- And what? - Fedya got worried.

- Yes, you see, this ink is chemical, poisonous. It corrodes the skin. From this, the skin first begins to itch, then blisters pop up on it, and then lichen and sores go all over the face.

Fedya got scared. His face fell, his mouth opened of its own accord.

“I won’t wear mascara anymore,” he murmured.

“Yes, I think that you won’t be again!” Zinaida Ivanovna grinned and continued the lesson.

Fedya hurriedly began to wipe off the ink stains with a handkerchief, then turned his frightened face to Grisha Kopeikin and asked:

“Yes,” Grisha said in a whisper. Fedya again began rubbing his face, rubbing it with a handkerchief and a blotter, but the black spots were deeply ingrained into the skin and did not rub off. Grisha handed Fedya an eraser and said:

- On here. I have a wonderful gum. Rub it, try it. If she does not help you, then write wasted.

Fedya began rubbing Grisha's face with a rubber band, but that didn't help either. Then he decided to run away to wash and raised his hand. But Zinaida Ivanovna, as if on purpose, did not notice him. He stood up, then sat down, then rose on tiptoe, trying to stretch his arm as high as possible. Finally Zinaida Ivanovna asked him what he needed.

“Let me go and wash,” Fedya asked in a plaintive voice.

“What, is your face already itchy?”

- No, - Fedya hesitated. - It doesn't seem to itch yet.

- Well, then sit down. You can take a shower during the break.

Fedya sat down and again began rubbing his face with a blotter.

“It itches?” Grisha asked anxiously.

- No, it doesn't seem to itch... No, it seems to itch. I can't tell if it itches or not. Looks like it's already itchy! Well, look, there are no more blisters?

“There are no blisters yet, and everything around has already turned red,” Grisha said in a whisper.

- Flushed? - Fedya was frightened. - Why did you blush? Maybe blisters or sores are already starting?

Fedya again began raising his hand and asking Zinaida Ivanovna to let him go to wash.

“It itches!” he whimpered.

Now he was not laughing. And Zinaida Ivanovna said:

- Nothing. Let it scratch. But next time you will not smear your face with anything.

Fedya sat as if on pins and needles and kept clutching his face with his hands. It began to seem to him that his face actually began to itch, and in place of the spots, bumps were already beginning to swell.

“You better not three,” Grisha advised him.

Finally the bell rang. Fedya was the first to jump out of the classroom and ran at full speed to the washstand. There he rubbed his face with soap throughout the break, and the whole class made fun of him. He finally wiped the mascara stains clean and walked seriously for a week afterwards. I kept waiting for blisters to pop up on my face. But the blisters never popped up, and during this week Fedya even forgot how to laugh in class. Now he laughs only at breaks, and even then not always.

On the hill

The guys worked all day - they built a snow hill in the yard. They raked snow with shovels and dumped it under the wall of the barn in a pile. The hill was ready only for dinner. The guys poured water on it and ran home for dinner.

–　Let’s have lunch,　– they said,　– while the hill freezes over. And after lunch we will come with sleds and go for a ride.

And Kotka Chizhov from the sixth apartment is cunning! He didn't build a hill. He sits at home and looks out the window as others work. The guys shout to him to go build a hill, but he only spreads his arms outside the window and shakes his head, 　- as if he was not allowed. When the guys left, he quickly dressed, put on his skates and ran out into the yard. Chirk with skates in the snow, teal! And he doesn't know how to ride! Went up to the hill.

–　Oh , he says　– it turned out to be a good slide! I'm jumping now.

Just climbed up the hill - bang your nose!

- Wow ! - He speaks. - Slippery!

He got to his feet and again - bang! Fallen ten times. Can't climb the hill.

"What to do?" - thinks.

Thought and thought - and came up with:

“Now I’ll sprinkle sand and climb on it.”

He grabbed the plywood and rolled to the janitor's. There is a box of sand. He began to carry the sand up the hill from the box. Sprinkles in front of him, and he climbs higher and higher. Climbed to the very top.

–　Now,　– he says,　– I’m jumping!

He pushed off with his foot and again - bang his nose! Skates don't ride on sand! Kotka lies on his stomach and says:

–　How to ride on the sand now?

And climbed down on all fours. Here come the guys. They see - the hill is sprinkled with sand.

　Who messed up here? they shouted. - Who sprinkled the hill with sand? Have you seen it, Kitty?

–　No,　– says Kotka,　– I didn’t see it. I sprinkled this myself, because it was slippery and I could not climb it.

–　Oh, you smart guy! Look what you came up with! We worked, worked, and he - sand! How to ride now?

Kitty says:

–　Maybe someday it will snow, it will cover the sand, so it will be possible to ride.

–　So it may snow in a week, but we have to ride today.

-　Well, I don't know,　- says Kotka.

- You do not know! You know how to ruin a slide, but you don’t know how to fix it! Grab a shovel now!

Kotka untied his skates and took a shovel.

–　Sand with snow!

Kotka began to sprinkle snow on the hill, and the guys poured water again.

–　Now,　– they say,　– it will freeze, and it will be possible to ride.

And Kotka liked working so much that he made steps on the side with a shovel.

–　This,　– says,　– so that it is easy for everyone to climb, otherwise someone else will sprinkle sand again!

steps

Once Peter was returning from kindergarten. That day he learned to count to ten. He reached his house, and his younger sister Valya was already waiting at the gate.

They began to climb the stairs, and Petya loudly counted the steps:

–　Well, why did you stop? Valya asks.

-　Well, remember,　- says Valya. They stood on the stairs, they stood. Petya says:

　No, I can't remember that. Well, let's start over.

They went down the stairs. They started going up again.

–　One,　– says Petya,　– two, three, four, five…

And stopped again.

　Forgot again? Valya asks.

- Forgot ! How is it! Just remembered, I suddenly forgot! Well, let's try again.

They went down the stairs again, and Petya started over:

–　One, two, three, four, five…

　Maybe twenty-five? Valya asks.

- Well no! You just stop thinking! You see, I forgot because of you! Will have to start over again.

　I don't want to at first! Valya says. - What it is? Up, then down, then up, then down! My legs already hurt.

–　If you don’t want to, don’t,　 Petya replied. “I won’t go any further until I remember.”

Valya went home and said to her mother:

–　Mom, there Petya counts steps on the stairs: one, two, three, four, five, and then he doesn’t remember.

Valya ran back to the stairs, and Petya kept counting the steps:

–　One, two, three, four, five…

- Six ! Valya whispers. - Six! Six!

- Six ! Petya was delighted and went on. - Seven eight nine ten.

It’s good that the stairs ended, otherwise he would never have reached the house, because he only learned to count up to ten.