- If everyone will tear the feathers of a peacock ...

There was no one in the cage where the beavers live. Tanya stood for a long time, waiting, maybe the beaver would come out of the hole, but she didn’t wait. Beavers don't come out during the day.

And in one cell it was completely dark. Tanya thought that there was no one there, she looked closely - two fires were burning in the dark. yellow eyes. It was an owl.

Tanya was frightened, and she and her mother quickly went to the elephant.

The elephant lived in big house with steps, inside it was hot, dark and smelled like a barn where cows live.

The elephant had lunch. The watchman heaped a whole heap of hay for him and brought a bucket of carrots. The elephant carefully sniffed the carrot with its trunk and sent it into its mouth. First he ate all the carrots, and then he began to eat hay.

The watchman began to sweep the remains of hay, and the elephant pressed him against the wall. He asked him for carrots.

- Well, well, do not spoil! - shouted the watchman and hit the elephant with a broom.

The elephant folded its trunk and walked away.

Tanya was returning home with her mother.

Why don't they let the elephant into the kindergarten? He wants to take a walk in the sun.

The elephant is old, and there are cold puddles in the garden. He'll get his feet wet and catch a cold," Mom said.

- What about yaks?

- Yaks live high in the snowy mountains, they are used to the cold. And the elephant was born in India, where it is always warm.

Tanya went up to the window every morning and looked to see if there were still puddles in the yard.

And one day in May, when green leaves blossomed on black trees, the earth dried up and a nettle butterfly flew into the yard, Tanya screamed:

- Mom, mom, the elephant is already walking!

There is sand around the station, and pine trees grow on the sand. The road here turns sharply to the north, and the engine always takes off unexpectedly from behind the hills.

Trains are waiting for oilers on duty.

But before everyone else, the dog Zhulka comes out to meet him. She sits on the sand and listens. Here the rails begin to hum, then tap. The bug runs off to the side. The attendant looks at Zhulka. He coughs and adjusts his red cap. Lubricators jingle their oil cans.

If the train comes from the north, Zhulka hides: in the northern trains, people go on vacation. The sailors jump out of the wagons with loud laughter and try to drag Zhulka to them. Zhulka is uncomfortable: she wags her tail, flattens her ears and growls softly.

Zhulka really wants to eat. Around chewing and smells delicious. Zhulka is worried - the locomotive has already hummed, but she has not been given anything yet. Often Zhulka was brought so far away that she ran home all day.

She ran past the houses where the switchmen live. They waved their flags goodbye to her. Then a big black dog chased after her. In the forest, the girl grazed a goat and two kids. The kids played on the rails and did not obey the girl. After all, they can be crushed. Zhulka showed them her teeth and growled, and the stupid goat wanted to butt her.

But the worst thing was to cross the bridge. In the middle stood a soldier with a gun. He guarded the bridge. Zhulka came closer to the soldier and began to suck up: she tucked her tail and crawled up to him on her belly. The soldier angrily stamped his foot on her. And Zhulka without looking back ran to her station.

No, she thought, I will never go to the train again.

But soon Zhulka forgot all this and began to beg again.

Once she was taken very far away, and she did not return back.

Wild beast

Vera had a baby squirrel. His name was Ryzhik. He ran around the room, climbed on the lampshade, sniffed at the plates on the table, climbed up the back, sat on Vera's shoulder and unclenched Vera's fist with his claws - he was looking for nuts.

Ryzhik was tame and obedient.

But one day, on New Year, Vera hung toys on the Christmas tree, and nuts, and sweets, and just left the room, she wanted to bring candles, Ryzhik jumped on the Christmas tree, grabbed a nut, hid it in a galosh. The second nut was placed under the pillow. The third nut immediately cracked ...

Vera entered the room, but there was not a single nut on the Christmas tree, only silver pieces of paper were lying on the floor.

She shouted at Ryzhik:

- What have you done, you are not a wild animal, but a domestic, tame one!

Ryzhik no longer ran around the table, did not roll on the door, did not unclench Vera's fist. He stocked up from morning to evening. He sees a piece of bread - he grabs it, he sees seeds - he fills his full cheeks, and he hid everything.

Ginger and the guests put seeds in reserve in their pockets.

No one knew why Ryzhik was stockpiling.

And then my father's friend came from the Siberian taiga and said that pine nuts did not grow in the taiga, and the birds flew away beyond mountain ranges, and squirrels gathered in countless flocks and went after the birds, and even hungry bears did not lie down in dens for the winter.

Vera looked at Ryzhik and said:

- You are not a tame animal, but a wild one!

It's just not clear how Ryzhik found out that there was famine in the taiga.

Potatoes have ripened in our garden. And wild boars, wild pigs, began to come to our hut from the forest every night.

Father, as it gets dark, put on a padded jacket and went to the garden with a frying pan.

He beat the frying pan - he scared the boars.

But the boars were very cunning: dad at one end of the garden rattles a frying pan, and the boars run to the other side and eat our potatoes there. Yes, they will not so much eat as trample, crush into the ground.

The father was very angry. He took a gun from a hunter and glued a strip of white paper to the barrel. This is so that at night you can see where to shoot. But the wild boars did not come to our garden at all that night. But the next day they ate even more potatoes.

Then I also began to think about how to drive the boars away.

We have a cat Murka, I showed the guys different tricks with her.

Take and soak one piece of meat with valerian and the other with kerosene. Which smells like valerian, Murka will immediately eat it, and from kerosene she ran into the yard. The guys were very surprised. And I told the guys that the second piece was enchanted.

And so I decided to drive the boars away with kerosene too.

In the evening I poured kerosene into a watering can and began to walk around the garden with the watering can, watering the ground with kerosene. It turned out to be a kerosene path.

That night I did not sleep, I was waiting for them to come. But the boars did not come that night and the next day. They were completely scared. From which side the potatoes are approached, everywhere it smells of kerosene.

I learned from the tracks how the wild boars immediately rushed into the forest - they got scared. I told my father that our potatoes are now enchanted. And he talked about kerosene. Father laughed, because boars are not afraid of guns, but they were afraid of kerosene.

Who plants the forest

Across the river grew only Christmas trees. But then oak trees appeared among the trees. Still very small, only three leaves stick out of the ground.

And oak trees grow far from here. But could not the acorns fly with the wind? They are very heavy. So someone is planting them here.

For a long time I could not guess.

Once in the autumn I was walking from the hunt, I look - a jay flew past me low, low.

I hid behind a tree and began to spy on her. Jay hid something under a rotten stump and looked around: did anyone see it? And then flew to the river.

I went to the stump, and there were two acorns between the roots in the hole: the jay hid them for the winter.

So that's where the young oaks appeared among the trees!

The jay will hide the acorn, and then forget where she hid it, and it will sprout.

In autumn, I was picking lingonberries in the taiga and came across moss, which for some reason grew up with roots. Someone dragged fresh earth and planted it like that.

"Who is this, - I think, - planted moss like that?"

I look, a hole was dug under a fallen pine tree and many traces were found around, as if a barefoot man walked, only with claws.

March 20, 2013 year marks 80 years since birthchildren's writer, naturalist Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev.

The writer is known to us mainlywith his children's stories and stories about nature and animals.When he starts talking, the wallssuddenly move apart to the size of our big land, along and across the well-trodden by Snegirev. Moose eat fly agaricpriests engage in hand-to-hand combat with wolves and bears, and an old man from the tribe sits by the fire, his head thrown back and looks at Milky Way. The stories are like fairy tales. Something unusual always happens in them, but not everyone notices it. When you get acquainted with the stories of Gennady Snegirev, a bright, kind world opens up. The world of a person who loves and feels nature, knows and understands people, appreciates in them courage, nobility, love for all living things.

Before starting to publish, Gennady Snegirev traveled a lot. sailed as a sailor Pacific Ocean, visited various expeditions, wandered with geologists in Eastern Siberia, was a fish farmer, a hunter. It is not easy for him to remember all his routes himself. His books tell about them: "Night Bells", "Blue Tuva", "Chembulak", "Camel Mitten", "Octopus House", "Letters from Native Lands" and many, many others. Open them and they will tell you about Kamchatka and Tuva, about sultry Kazakhstan and snowy tundra. And you will want to go to the taiga yourself, to the forest fire, you will want to climb the steep mountain slopes, cross the rapids of the turbulent rivers, ride horses, deer, and dogs. And most importantly, you want to be kind, not only to admire nature, but to protect and preserve it...

Everything that he saw, that he experienced in these extraordinary travels, the writer captured in his stories and novels. His books are amazing, on their pages the author, with childish immediacy, never ceases to be surprised and admired by nature and wildlife.

Books by Gennady Snegirev with illustrations by various artists:

Many wonderful artists drew pictures for the stories of Gennady Snegiryov, and in this joint work, books were obtained that can be read and viewed with great interest and undoubted benefit.

Reading stories, you will surely want to get to know this writer better. After all, it was not for nothing that K. Paustovsky wrote about Snegirev that he was "a guide through a wonderful country whose name is Russia."

I propose to get acquainted with the works of G. Snegirev, which are in the Central Children's Library:

Snegirev, G. Ya. Octopus house: stories and novels / G. Snegirev; artistic N. Belanov. - M. : Astrel: AST, 2006. - 254 p. : ill. - (Chrestomathy of a schoolboy).

Snegirev, G. Ya. On the cold river: stories and novels / G. Snegirev; rice. N. Charushina. - M.: Det. lit., 1984. - 271 p. : ill.

Snegirev, G. Ya. Inhabited island / G. Ya. Snegirev. - M .: Det. lit., 1970. - 16 p. : ill.

Snegirev, G. Ya. Arctic fox land: stories / G. Snegirev; artistic V. Lapovok. - M.: Det. lit., 1985. - 16 p. : ill. - (My first books)

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Wild beast

Vera had a baby squirrel. His name was Ryzhik. He ran around the room, climbed on the lampshade, sniffed at the plates on the table, climbed up the back, sat on Vera's shoulder and unclenched Vera's fist with his claws - he was looking for nuts.

Ryzhik was tame and obedient.

But one day, on New Year's Eve, Vera hung toys on the tree, and nuts, and sweets, and just left the room, she wanted to bring candles, Ryzhik jumped on the tree, grabbed a nut, and hid it in a galosh. The second nut was placed under the pillow. The third nut immediately cracked ...

Vera entered the room, but there was not a single nut on the Christmas tree, only silver pieces of paper were lying on the floor.

She shouted at Ryzhik:

- What have you done, you are not a wild animal, but a domestic, tame one!

Ryzhik no longer ran around the table, did not roll on the door, did not unclench Vera's fist. He stocked up from morning to evening. He sees a piece of bread - he grabs it, he sees seeds - he fills his full cheeks, and he hid everything.

Ginger and the guests put seeds in reserve in their pockets.

No one knew why Ryzhik was stockpiling.

And then my father’s friend from the Siberian taiga came and told me that pine nuts did not grow in the taiga, and the birds flew away over the mountain ranges, and the squirrels gathered in countless flocks and followed the birds, and even hungry bears did not lie down in dens for the winter.

Vera looked at Ryzhik and said:

- You are not a tame animal, but a wild one!

It's just not clear how Ryzhik found out that there was famine in the taiga.

Boars

Potatoes have ripened in our garden. And wild boars, wild pigs, began to come to our hut from the forest every night.

Father, as it gets dark, put on a padded jacket and went to the garden with a frying pan.

He beat the frying pan - he scared the boars.

But the boars were very cunning: dad at one end of the garden rattles a frying pan, and the boars run to the other side and eat our potatoes there. Yes, they will not so much eat as trample, crush into the ground.

The father was very angry. He took a gun from a hunter and glued a strip of white paper to the barrel. This is so that at night you can see where to shoot. But the wild boars did not come to our garden at all that night. But the next day they ate even more potatoes.

Then I also began to think about how to drive the boars away.

We have a cat Murka, I showed the guys different tricks with her.

Take and soak one piece of meat with valerian and the other with kerosene. Which smells like valerian, Murka will immediately eat it, and from kerosene she ran into the yard. The guys were very surprised. And I told the guys that the second piece was enchanted.

And so I decided to drive the boars away with kerosene too.

In the evening I poured kerosene into a watering can and began to walk around the garden with the watering can, watering the ground with kerosene. It turned out to be a kerosene path.

That night I did not sleep, I was waiting for them to come. But the boars did not come that night and the next day. They were completely scared. From which side the potatoes are approached, everywhere it smells of kerosene.

I learned from the tracks how the wild boars immediately rushed into the forest - they got scared. I told my father that our potatoes are now enchanted. And he talked about kerosene. Father laughed, because boars are not afraid of guns, but they were afraid of kerosene.

Who plants the forest

Across the river grew only Christmas trees. But then oak trees appeared among the trees. Still very small, only three leaves stick out of the ground.

And oak trees grow far from here. But could not the acorns fly with the wind? They are very heavy. So someone is planting them here.

For a long time I could not guess.

Once in the autumn I was walking from the hunt, I look - a jay flew past me low, low.

I hid behind a tree and began to spy on her. Jay hid something under a rotten stump and looked around: did anyone see it? And then flew to the river.

I went to the stump, and there were two acorns between the roots in the hole: the jay hid them for the winter.

So that's where the young oaks appeared among the trees!

The jay will hide the acorn, and then forget where she hid it, and it will sprout.

Bear

In autumn, I was picking lingonberries in the taiga and came across moss, which for some reason grew up with roots. Someone dragged fresh earth and planted it like that.

"Who is this, - I think, - planted moss like that?"

I look, a hole was dug under a fallen pine tree and many traces were found around, as if a barefoot man walked, only with claws.

I was very frightened: after all, it was the bear who had scooped up the earth from the den and covered it with moss from above, he wanted to hide the earth so that the den would not be found. I ran to my grandfather and told him everything.

Grandpa was overjoyed.

- This bear ran here when the taiga was burning across the river.

Grandfather told me to stay at home, and he took a gun and went to the village to gather people. I have been waiting for him for a long time. It became dark. “And what,” I think, “if the bear bit the grandfather?”

I'm scared and sorry for my grandfather. I wanted to get dressed and look for him. I hear a cart come to the yard and stop.

Grandfather came in, hung the gun on the wall.

“Well,” he says, “go see the bear!”

I went out into the yard, I saw a dead bear lying on a cart. Big, head hanging down, teeth bared.

The hunters knocked him to the ground, the horse snorted and wanted to run away, only they kept it. I touched the bear's fangs, they are all yellow.

Grandpa says to me:

- The old bear, however, blundered, he confused the roots with the tops, so he got caught!

restless ponytail

I found a forest tent. Old spruce branches were woven, and below - a soft bedding of yellow needles. It is dark and stuffy in it, it smells of resin.

A squirrel used to dine here. She left behind a whole heap of plucked cones.

I began to stir the cones. I look, there is a lump of red wool. Probably, the marten ate the squirrel, and only the tip of the squirrel's tail is lying around.

A silvery spider wrapped a web around it, arranged a nook for itself out of squirrel hair.

I touched the spider with my finger. He was frightened, quickly, quickly climbed up and swayed on the cobweb.

I picked up the tail and put it in an empty shell. He was all in there.

At home, when I was dismantling the cartridges, I took out the tail and put it on the table.

This tail turned out to be restless: as soon as I look at it, it pulls me to wander again, to look for forest tents!

Cedar

As a child, I was given a cedar cone.

I loved to take it in my hands and examine it, and kept wondering how big and heavy it was - a real chest of nuts.

Many years later I came to the Sayans and immediately found a cedar.

It grows high in the mountains, the winds bend it sideways, try to bend it to the ground, twist it.

And the cedar clung to the ground with its roots and stretches higher and higher, all shaggy from green branches.

Cedar cones hang at the ends of the branches: where there are three, and where there are five at once. Nuts have not yet ripened, but many animals and birds live around.

The cedar feeds them all, so they are waiting for the nuts to ripen.

The squirrel will dump the cone on the ground, take out the nuts, but not all - let one remain. This nut will drag a mouse into its hole. She does not know how to climb trees, but she also wants nuts.

The tits jump on the cedar all day long. From afar you will listen - the whole cedar is chirping.

In autumn, even more animals and birds live on the cedar: nutcrackers, chipmunks sit on branches. In winter, they are hungry, so they hide pine nuts under stones and bury them in the ground in reserve.

When the first snowflakes begin to fall from the sky, there will be no cones left on the cedar at all.

And the cedar is not a pity. It stands all alive and stretches its green branches higher and higher towards the sun.

Chipmunk

Forest animals and birds are very fond of pine nuts and store them for the winter.

The chipmunk is especially trying. This animal is like a squirrel, only smaller, and it has five black stripes on its back.

When I saw him for the first time, I didn’t make out at first who it was sitting on a cedar cone - such a striped mattress! The cone sways from the wind, but the chipmunk is not afraid, just know that it peels the nuts.

He has no pockets, so he stuffed nuts into his cheeks, he is going to drag them into the mink.

He saw me, cursed, muttered something: go, they say, your way, don’t interfere, the winter is long, you won’t stock up now - you’ll sit hungry!

I don’t leave, I think: “I’ll wait until the nuts are dragged, and I’ll find out where he lives.” And the chipmunk does not want to show its minks, sits on a branch, folded its paws on its stomach and waits for me to leave.

I moved away - the chipmunk descended to the ground and disappeared, I did not even notice where he darted.

It was the bear who taught the chipmunk to be careful: he would come, open a chipmunk hole and eat all the nuts. Here the chipmunk does not show its mink to anyone.

sly chipmunk

I built myself a tent in the taiga. This is not a house or a forest hut, but simply long sticks stacked together. There is bark on the sticks, and logs on the bark so that the pieces of the bark are not blown away by the wind.

I began to notice that someone in the plague was leaving pine nuts.

I could never guess who, without me, in my tent eats nuts. It even became scary.

But once a cold wind blew, overtook the clouds, and during the day it became completely dark.

I quickly climbed into the tent, but my place was already taken.

In the darkest corner sits a chipmunk. A chipmunk has a bag of nuts behind each cheek.

Thick cheeks, slit eyes. He looks at me, afraid to spit out nuts on the ground: he thinks that I will steal them.

The chipmunk endured, endured, and spat out all the nuts. And immediately his cheeks lost weight.

I counted seventeen nuts on the ground. At first, the chipmunk was afraid, and then he saw that I was sitting quietly, and began to stuff the nuts through the cracks and under the logs.

When the chipmunk ran away, I looked - nuts are crammed everywhere, large, yellow. It can be seen that a chipmunk in my plague arranged a pantry.

What a cunning chipmunk! In the forest, squirrels and jays will steal all his nuts. And the chipmunk knows that not a single thieving jay will climb into my tent, so he brought his supplies to me. And I was no longer surprised if I found nuts in the plague. I knew that a cunning chipmunk was living with me.

Crow

In spring, snow lies in the mountains, and edelweiss bloom, and the blue feather of a jay flickers in green cedars. And the sun shines brighter here than down in the valley.

The black raven silently flies around the mountains. The noise of his wings is heard far away, even a mountain stream cannot drown them out. A raven flies slowly from one peak to another: is there a sick hare somewhere? Or maybe the little hen fell behind his mother?

The hare hid in the grass, the little chicken clung even tighter to the ground. Everyone is afraid of the raven, even the deer shudders at its croaking and looks around anxiously.

The raven returns with nothing: he is very old. He sits on a rock and warms his sick wing. The raven froze him a hundred years, maybe two hundred years ago. Spring is all around, and he is all alone.

Butterfly in the snow

When I left the hut, I loaded the gun with small shot. I thought I would meet a hazel grouse - I’ll shoot it for lunch.

I walk quietly, trying not to make the snow creak under my boots. Around the Christmas tree are covered with shaggy hoarfrost, like a beard.

I went out into the clearing, I looked - ahead under the tree is something black.

He came closer - and this is a brown butterfly sitting on the snow.

There was a snowdrift around, the frost is cracking - and suddenly a butterfly!

I hung the gun on my shoulder, took off my hat and began to approach even closer, I wanted to cover her with a hat.

And then the snow exploded under my feet - flutter-flutter! - and three hazel grouse flew out.

While I was shooting the gun, they disappeared into the fir trees. Only holes in the snow remained from the hazel grouse.

I walked through the forest, looked, but now you can find them.

They hid on the trees, they sit and laugh at me.

How did I take a grouse tuft for a butterfly?

This hazel grouse stuck its head out from under the snow to spy on me.

Another time I will not catch butterflies in winter.

night bells

I really wanted to see a deer: to see how he eats grass, how he stands motionless and listens to the silence of the forest.

Once I approached a doe with a deer, but they sensed me and fled into the red autumn grasses. I recognized this from the footprints: the footprints in the swamp filled with water before my eyes. Heard the deer trumpeting at night. Somewhere in the distance, a deer will trumpet, and echo along the river, and it seems - very close.

Finally, in the mountains, I came across a deer trail. The deer trampled it to a lonely cedar. The ground near the cedar was salty, and the deer came at night to lick the salt.

I hid behind a rock and waited. The moon shone at night and it was cold. I dozed off.

I woke up to a quiet sound. It was like glass bells were ringing. A deer was walking along the path. I never got a good look at the deer, I only heard the ground clinking under its hooves with every step.

During the night, thin ice stalks grew from the frost. They grew right out of the ground. The deer smashed them with their hooves, and they rang like glass bells.

When the sun rose, the ice stalks melted.

beaver guard

In winter, when the water was frozen, I found a beaver hut on a forest river. It was covered in snow.

It costs like a big snowdrift. At the very top, the snow has melted, and from the vent it pulls residential. There are many wolf tracks around.

It can be seen that the wolves came and sniffed, and so they left with nothing. And the hut was scratched with claws, they wanted to catch beavers.

Yes, unless you get to the beavers: the hut is smeared with mud, and the mud has turned to stone in the cold.

In the spring I wandered with a gun and decided to see the beavers. When I got to the hut, the sun was already low. Near the hut, the river is blocked by various sticks and branches - a real dam. And there was a whole lake full of water.

I approached quietly closer to see the beavers when they swim up to the evening dawn, but it wasn’t there - a small wren bird jumped out of the brushwood, lifted its tail up and, well, chirp: “Tick-tick-tick-tick!”

I approached from the other side - the wren jumped there, chirping again, disturbing the beavers.

You come closer - he will dart into the branches and somewhere inside he is screaming, tearing himself.

The beavers heard his cry and swam away, only a path of bubbles went through the water.

So I didn't see any beavers. And all because of the wren. He built his nest on a beaver hut and lives with the beavers as a watchman: if he notices an enemy, he starts screaming and scaring the beavers.

beaver lodge

A familiar hunter came to me.

“Come on,” he says, “I’ll show you the hut.” A beaver family lived in it, but now the hut is empty.

I've been told about beavers before. I wanted to take a closer look at this hut.

The hunter took his gun and went. I am behind him.

We walked for a long time through the swamp, then weaved our way through the bushes.

Finally we came to the river. On the shore stands a hut, like a haystack, only made of branches, tall, taller than human growth.

“Do you want,” the hunter asks, “to climb into the hut?”

“But how,” I say, “can you get into it if the entrance is under water?”

We began to break it down from above - it does not give in: it is all smeared with clay.

Barely made a hole.

I climbed into the hut, I sit bent over, the ceiling is low, knots stick out from everywhere, and it's dark.

He felt something with his hands, it turns out - wood shavings. The beavers made their own bedding from the shavings. I must have gone into the bedroom.

I climbed lower - there are branches. Beavers have gnawed their bark, and the branches are all white. This is their dining room, and on the side, lower, another floor, and a hole goes down. Water splashes in the hole.

On this floor, the floor is earthen and smooth. Here at the beavers canopy.

A beaver will fit into the hut, water flows from it into three streams.

The beaver in the entryway will squeeze out all the wool dry, comb it with his paw, only then he goes to the dining room.

Then the hunter called me.

I got out, brushed myself off the ground.

- Well, - I say, - and a hut! He would have stayed to live, only the stove is not enough!

beaver

In the spring, the snow melted quickly, the water rose and flooded the beaver hut.

The beavers dragged the beaver cubs onto dry leaves, but the water got even higher, and the beaver cubs had to spread out in different directions.

The smallest beaver was exhausted and began to sink.

I noticed him and pulled him out of the water. I thought it was a water rat, and then I see a tail with a spatula, and I guessed that it was a beaver.

At home, he cleaned and dried for a long time, then found a broom behind the stove, sat down on his hind legs, took a twig from the broom with his front paws and began to gnaw it.

After eating, the beaver collected all the sticks and leaves, raked it under him and fell asleep.

I listened to how a beaver sniffles in a dream. "Here, - I think, - what a calm animal - you can leave him alone, nothing will happen!"

He locked the beaver in the hut and went into the forest.

All night I wandered through the forest with a gun, and in the morning I returned home, opened the door, and ...

What is it? It's like I'm in a carpentry workshop!

White shavings are scattered all over the floor, and a thin, thin leg near the table: a beaver gnawed it from all sides. And he hid behind the stove.

The water subsided overnight. I put the beaver in a bag and quickly carried it to the river.

Since I met a tree felled by beavers in the forest, I immediately remember the beaver that gnawed my table.

In the nature reserve

There is a beaver reserve near the city of Voronezh. Beavers live in the forest rivers there. They block the rivers with dams and build huts on the banks of the ponds.

In the reserve, you can not cut down trees and hunt, so as not to frighten the beavers.

The reserve is designed for beavers, but deer, wild boars and other animals know that hunters will not touch them here, and they also live in the reserved forest.

I arrived in the reserve in June and began to live in a hut with a forester. Once I took a bicycle from him to ride along the forest paths.

I drove far from home, turned back, slowly drove, listening to the oriole screaming across the river ...

Suddenly a badger jumped out of the bushes, wanted to run across the path, sneak, but landed right under the wheel. I fell into the bushes, got up, picked up the bike. “No,” I think, “it’s better to go on foot, here the animals are not at all afraid of people.”

Indeed, they are not afraid at all. In the morning the switchman from the railroad came running.

“Take away,” he shouts, “your pest, he is digging under the bridge!”

It turns out that the young beaver was swimming up the river, he liked the place under the railway bridge. He decided to dig a hole here. Trains rumble above him, and he knows himself digging deeper and deeper.

The beaver was caught, brought in a bag back to the reserve. He puffed angrily in the bag until he was released into the river, away from the railway.

June is nice in the forest.

A blue kingfisher will fly over the river, sit on a twig and freeze. Looks into the water. Suddenly it dives, emerges with a fish in its beak, flies to feed the chicks.

The nest of the kingfisher is a cave in a cliff above the river.

In the evening, as the sun sets, bats fly out of the hollow to hunt, flutter over the forest glades, grab May beetles.

In June, the bat flies with the mice. She has two, three sitting on her stomach, clinging to the fur, waiting for the mother mouse to catch the beetle. They are voracious. As the mouse catches the beetle, the mice open their mouths and screech. I kept wondering how the mice are not afraid to fly over the forest with their mother-mouse, because you can break loose, and their wings are still weak.

At dawn, when the roosters crow, the bat returns to the hollow. He will fold his wings, hang upside down and sleep with the mice all day until evening.

blueberry jam

Animals and birds in the taiga feed near the cedar, even the bear eats on pine nuts in the fall and lies down to sleep in the den for the whole winter.

But this autumn the pine nuts were not harvested, and hungry bears roamed around the village.

In the morning the hostess will go out to the garden, and all the beds are trampled down by bear paws.

A hungry bear can even break into a hut. Well, whoever has a dog, she will bark and wake everyone up.

I lived in an empty hut on the very edge of the village. Outside the window, the taiga immediately began, but I didn’t have a gun.

In the evening, a familiar hunter came to me and calmly says this:

- If the bear breaks in the door, jump out the window and run to the village, and if it climbs in the window, hit him on the head with a bench!

“Can you tell in the dark where his head is?”

Hunter says:

- Then thunder louder with a bucket, the bear is afraid of an iron roar!

I didn't have a bucket.

I put an iron pot with a spoon beside me and immediately fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, through my sleep I hear someone tapping, scratching with claws on the wall.

I jumped up - scribbling on a log! He tapped the spoon on the pot - it stopped. A little later it scratched again.

And it's already dawn outside.

I looked out the window - no one was there.

He opened the door, went out into the street, and this nuthatch crawled upside down along the hut, tapping the logs with its beak, looking for bugs.

I even yelled at him in anger. He squeaked and flew off into the taiga.

In the afternoon I took a gun from a hunter in the village, loaded it with an explosive bullet and went along the bank of the river into the taiga.

Silence in the taiga. The wind will blow, the branch will creak, and the black woodpecker will cry sadly. I keep my gun ready, I walk slowly, I don’t touch the branches so as not to make noise.

In one place, all the bark from a birch tree was peeled off: this is a hungry bear picking out ants with its claws.

One turn of the river passed, the second - there is no bear anywhere. And suddenly, behind the third turn, where the black spruces are so tall that it is dark under them, someone how to growl, how to squeal!

I moved the gun forward, pushed the bushes apart - I looked: a fire was burning on the stones, and a red dog was spinning around the fire, smoke was pouring out of its tail. A girl with a bucket ran up to the dog, poured water on her tail, saw me and was not at all surprised, but began to complain about the dog:

- Masha is very lazy, she sleeps by the fire all the time, and in a dream she puts her tail on the fire. The whole tail burned ... Uncle, are you a hunter?

- Yes, I’m walking, well, maybe I’ll meet a bear!

- Uncle, uncle, he walks around here, does not let me cook jam! Do you want me to treat you to blueberry jam? Then will you drive him away?

The girl took a saucepan with jam from the coals, stirred it with a spoon and gave me a taste. Jam without sugar, sour-sour. I eat it, and I try not to wince.

- Very tasty jam! And you alone are not afraid, aren't you afraid of a bear?

- I'm not alone, I'm with Masha. The bear walked all around, rustling in the bushes. Masha barked at him, and I threw a stone. He got scared and ran away.

- What is your name?

- Tanya. I am in the second grade now.

Tanya told me that her father had gone to the mountains to live with reindeer herders. That soon all the deer will be driven down to the village, and big “real bears” will come down from the mountains after the deer. That's when it will be scary: the deer hunters will disperse through the taiga to commiserate, and the "real bears" will remain around the village.

I asked Tanya:

- And what are they, "real bears"?

Tanya closed her eyes and thought:

- Large-very large and black. I'm not afraid of them anyway, we have guns at school!

And Tanya told me that in winter the boys would go to the taiga with their teacher Pyotr Ivanovich: they would squirrel and condole, learn to make a fire when the snow falls and all the firewood is wet, recognize the tracks of animals ...

While Tanya was talking, Masha fell asleep again and in her sleep crawled to the fire itself, but the fire had already gone out, the wind blew from the river, and a gray cloud captured half the sky.

- Tanya, it's almost evening, you have to go home, do your homework!

We filled the fire with water and went to the village. In front is red-haired Masha, behind her Tanya with a saucepan of blueberry jam, I follow Tanya, the gun is over my shoulder, because I was no longer afraid of bears.

Since at night in the taiga a horse suddenly snores or a twig crackles in the dark, I take a gun in my hands and calmly wait.

And even when he slept on the fresh tracks of a “real bear”, he just thought how a bear was creeping up in the dark, he could not sleep. And then he remembered the blueberry jam, the lazy Masha with a burnt tail, the brave Tanya, and the fear passed.

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Smart Porcupine (compilation)

- Mom aired the room, and Borka, the starling, flew out the window and flew into the forest. Now it will freeze at night!

Why were you silent before?

- I was afraid, - she says, - that you would catch Borka and take it for yourself.

Together with the girl, we began to look for Borka. It is necessary to hurry: it has already become dark, and at night the owl will eat Borka. The girl went one way and I went the other. I examine each tree, there is no Borka anywhere. I wanted to go back, suddenly I heard a girl screaming: “I found it, I found it!” I run up to her - she stands near the Christmas tree and points up:

- Here he is! Freeze, poor guy.

And a starling sits on a branch, fluffed out its feathers and looks at the girl with one eye.

The girl calls him

- Borya, come to me, good one!

And Borya just clung to the Christmas tree and does not want to go. Then I climbed up the tree to catch him.

He just reached the starling, wanted to grab it, but the starling flew over to the girl's shoulder. She was delighted, hid it under her coat.

“And then,” he says, “by the time I bring it home, it will freeze.

We went home. It was getting dark, and the lights were on in the houses. I ask the girl:

- How long have you had a starling?

- For a long time.

And she walks quickly, afraid that the starling under the coat will freeze. I follow the girl, I try to keep up.

We came to her house, the girl said goodbye to me.

“Goodbye,” she just told me.

I looked at her for a long time, while she was cleaning snow boots on the porch, waiting for the girl to tell me something else. The girl left and closed the door behind her.

Guinea pig

Behind our garden is a fence. Who lives there, I did not know before. Just recently found out. I caught grasshoppers in the grass, I look - the eye from the hole in the fence is looking at me.

- Who are you? I ask.

And the eye is silent and keeps looking, spying on me. Looked, looked, and then said:

- I have a guinea pig!

It became interesting to me: I know a simple pig, but I have never seen a sea pig.

“I have,” I say, “the hedgehog was alive. Why a guinea pig?

“I don't know,” he says. She must have lived in the sea before. I put her in a trough, but she is afraid of water, escaped and ran under the table!

I wanted to see a guinea pig.

“And what,” I say, “is your name?”

- Seryozha. How about you?

We made friends with him. Seryozha ran after the guinea pig, I look through the hole for him.

He was gone for a long time. Seryozha came out of the house, carrying some kind of red rat in his hands.

“Here,” she says, “she didn’t want to go, she will have children soon: and she doesn’t like to be touched on her stomach, growls!”

- And where is her piglet?

Seryozha was surprised:

- What piglet?

- Like what? All pigs have a snout on their nose!

- No, when we bought her, she didn’t have a patch.

I began to ask Seryozha what he feeds the guinea pig.

“She,” she says, “loves carrots, but she also drinks milk.”

Seryozha did not have time to tell me everything, he was called home.

The next day I walked near the fence and looked through the hole: I thought Seryozha would come out, take out the pig. And he never came out. It was raining, and, probably, my mother did not let him in. I began to walk in the garden, I look - under the tree something red lies in the grass.

I came closer, and this is Seryozha the guinea pig. I was delighted, but I don’t understand how she got into our garden. I began to inspect the fence, and there was a hole below. The pig must have crawled through that hole. I took her in my hands, she does not bite, she only sniffs her fingers and sighs. All wet. I brought the pig home. I searched and searched for a carrot, but did not find it. He gave her a cabbage stalk, she ate the stalk and fell asleep under the bed on the rug.

I sit on the floor, look at her and think:

“What if Seryozha finds out who has the pig? No, she won’t find out: I won’t take her out into the street!”

I went out onto the porch, I hear a car rumbles somewhere nearby. I went up to the fence, looked into the hole, and it was in Seryozha’s yard that a truck was standing, things were being loaded onto it. Seryozha fumbles with a stick under the porch - probably looking for a guinea pig. Serezha's mother put pillows in the car and says:

- Seryozha! Get your coat on, let's go!

Seryozha cried:

“No, I won’t go until I find a pig!” She will have children soon, she probably hid under the house!

I felt sorry for Seryozha, I called him to the fence.

“Seryozha,” I say, “who are you looking for?”