Valentin Berestov
There was a time when birds could not sing.
And suddenly they found out that an old man lives in a distant country, a wise man who teaches music.
Then the birds sent Stork and Nightingale to him to check if this was so.
The stork was in a great hurry. He was eager to become the world's first musician.
He was in such a hurry that he ran to the sage and did not even knock on the door, did not greet the old man, and shouted with all his might right in his ear:
Hey old man! Come on, teach me music!
But the sage decided to teach him courtesy first.
He led Stork out the door, knocked on the door and said:
You have to do it like this.
All clear! - the Stork was delighted.
Is this music? - and flew away to surprise the world with his art as soon as possible.
The nightingale on its small wings flew in later.
He timidly knocked on the door, greeted, asked forgiveness for the disturbance and said that he really wanted to study music.
The sage liked the friendly bird. And he taught the nightingale everything he knew himself.
Since then, the humble Nightingale has become the world's best singer.
And the eccentric Stork can only knock with his beak. Moreover, he boasts and teaches other birds:
Hey, do you hear? You have to do it like this, like this! This is real music! If you don’t believe it, ask the old sage.
How to find a track
Valentin Berestov
The guys went to visit their grandfather the forester. Let's go and get lost.
They look, the Squirrel is jumping over them. From tree to tree. From tree to tree.
Guys - to her:
Squirrel, Squirrel, tell me, Squirrel, Squirrel, show me How to find the path To grandfather in the gatehouse?
It's very simple, - Belka answers.
Jump from this tree to that one, from that tree to the crooked birch. From the crooked birch you can see a big, big oak. The roof is visible from the top of the oak. This is the gatehouse. Well, what are you? Jump!
Thank you, Belka! - the guys say. - Only we do not know how to jump on trees. We'd better ask someone else.
The Hare is galloping. The guys sang their own song to him:
Bunny Bunny, tell me, Bunny, Bunny, show me How to find a path To grandfather in the lodge?
To the gatehouse? - asked the Hare. - Nothing could be easier. It will smell like mushrooms at first. So? Then - hare cabbage. So? Then it smells like a fox hole. So? Skip this smell to the right or left. So? When he's left behind, smell like this and you can smell the smoke. Download directly to it without turning anywhere. This is the forester grandfather setting the samovar.
Thank you, Bunny, - the guys say. - It's a pity that our noses are not as sensitive as yours. We'll have to ask someone else.
They see the Snail crawling.
Hey, Snail, tell me, Hey, Snail, show me How to find the path To grandfather in the gatehouse?
Tell to-o-olgo, - the Snail sighed. - Lu-u-better, I'll take you there. Crawl after me.
Thank you Snail! - the guys say. - We have no time to crawl. We'd better ask someone else.
A Bee is sitting on a flower.
Guys to her:
Bee, Bee, tell me, Bee, Bee, show, How to find the path To grandfather in the lodge?
Well, well, says the bee. - I'll show you ... Look where I'm flying. Follow the next. See my sisters. Where they are, there you are. We carry honey to grandfather's apiary. Well, goodbye! I’m in an awful hurry. W-w-w ...
And flew away. The guys didn't even have time to say thank you to her. They went where the bees were flying and quickly found a hut. What a joy it was! And then grandfather treated them to tea and honey.
Honest crawler
Valentin Berestov
The caterpillar considered itself very beautiful and did not miss a single drop of dew so as not to look at it.
How good I am! - the Caterpillar rejoiced, looking at its flat face with pleasure and arching its shaggy back to see two golden stripes on it.
It is a pity that no one, no one notices this.
But one day she was lucky. A girl walked in the meadow and picked flowers. The caterpillar climbed the most beautiful flower and waited.
That's disgusting! Even looking at you is disgusting!
Ah well! - the Caterpillar was angry. - Then I give my honest caterpillar word that no one, ever, anywhere, for anything and at all, in any case, under no circumstances will see me again!
He gave his word - you need to keep it, even if you are a Caterpillar. And the Caterpillar crawled up the tree. From trunk to branch, from branch to branch, from branch to branch, from branch to branch, from branch to leaf.
She took out a silk thread from the abdomen and began to wrap it around. She worked for a long time and finally made a cocoon.
Ugh, how tired I am! the Caterpillar sighed. “I’m completely wrapped up.”
It was warm and dark in the cocoon, there was nothing else to do, and the Caterpillar fell asleep.
She woke up because her back was itching terribly. Then the Caterpillar began to rub against the walls of the cocoon. Rubbed, rubbed, rubbed right through them and fell out.
But it fell in a strange way - not down, but up.
And then the Caterpillar saw the same girl in the same meadow.
"Horrible! - thought the Caterpillar. “Even if I’m not beautiful, it’s not my fault, but now everyone will know that I’m also a deceiver. Gave an honest caterpillar that no one would see me, and did not hold it back. A shame!" And the Caterpillar fell into the grass.
And the girl saw her and said:
What a beautiful!
So trust people, - the Caterpillar grumbled.
Today they say one thing, and tomorrow they say something completely different.
Just in case, she looked into the dew drop. What? In front of her is an unfamiliar face with a long, long mustache
The caterpillar tried to arch its back and saw that it had large multi-colored wings on its back.
Oh, that's what! - she guessed. - A miracle happened to me. The most ordinary miracle: I became a Butterfly!
This happens. And she whirled merrily over the meadow, because she did not give an honest butterfly word that no one would see her.
Magic word
V.A. Oseeva
A little old man with a long gray beard was sitting on a bench and was drawing something on the sand with an umbrella.
... “Move over,” Pavlik told him and sat down on the edge.
The old man moved over and, looking at the boy's red, angry face, said:
- Has something happened to you? - Well, okay! What do you want? ”Pavlik looked sideways at him.
“I'll go to my grandmother. She's just cooking. Will he drive it away or not? "
Pavlik opened the kitchen door. The old woman was removing hot cakes from a baking sheet.
The grandson ran up to her, turned his wrinkled red face with both hands, looked into her eyes and whispered:
- Give me a piece of pie ... please.
Grandma straightened up. The magic word shone in every wrinkle, in his eyes, in a smile.
“I wanted hot ... hot, my dear!” She would say, choosing the best, ruddy pie.
Pavlik jumped up with joy and kissed her on both cheeks.
"Wizard! Wizard!" he repeated to himself, remembering the old man.
At dinner Pavlik sat quiet and listened to every word of his brother. When his brother said that he would go for a boat ride, Pavlik put his hand on his shoulder and quietly asked:
- Take me, please. Everyone at the table fell silent at once.
The brother raised his eyebrows and grinned.
“Take it,” the sister said suddenly. - What do you need!
- Well, why not take it? - smiled grandmother. - Of course, take it.
“Please,” Pavlik repeated.
The brother laughed loudly, patted the boy on the shoulder, ruffled his hair:
- Eh you, traveler! Okay, get ready!
“It helped! It helped again! "
Pavlik jumped out from the table and ran into the street. But the old man was no longer in the park.
The bench was empty, and only on the sand were incomprehensible signs drawn by an umbrella.
Badly
V.A. Oseeva
The dog barked furiously, falling on its front paws.
Directly in front of her, huddled against the fence, sat a little disheveled kitten. He opened his mouth wide and meowed plaintively.
Two boys stood nearby and waited for what would happen.
A woman looked out the window and hurriedly ran out onto the porch. She drove the dog away and angrily shouted to the boys:
Shame on you!
What is embarrassing? We didn't do anything! - the boys were surprised.
This is bad! the woman replied angrily.
Which is easier
V.A. Oseeva
Send three boys into the forest. There are mushrooms, berries, birds in the forest. The boys took a walk.
Didn't notice how the day passed. They go home - they are afraid:
Will get to us at home!
So they stopped on the road and think what is better: lie or tell the truth?
I will say, - says the first, - as if a wolf attacked me in the forest.
The father will be frightened and will not scold.
I will say, - says the second, - that I met my grandfather.
Mother will be delighted and will not scold me.
And I’ll tell the truth, ”says the third.“ The truth is always easier to tell, because it’s true and you don’t need to invent anything.
So they all went home.
Only the first boy told his father about the wolf - lo and behold, the forest watchman is coming.
No, - he says, - there is a wolf in these places. The father got angry. For the first blame he got angry, and for the lie - twice.
The second boy told about his grandfather. And the grandfather is right there - he goes to visit. Mother learned the truth. For the first blame she got angry, and for the lie - twice.
And the third boy, as soon as he came, obeyed everything from the doorway. His aunt grumbled at him and forgave him.
Good
V.A. Oseeva
Yurik woke up in the morning. Looked out the window. The sun is shining. It's a good day. And the boy wanted to do something good himself.
Here he sits and thinks: "What if my sister was drowning, and I would have saved her!"
And the little sister is right there:
Take a walk with me, Yura!
Go away, don't bother thinking! The little sister was offended and moved away.
And Yura thinks: "Now, if the wolves attacked the nanny, I would shoot them!"
And the nanny is right there:
Take away the dishes, Yurochka.
Take it away yourself - I have no time! The nanny shook her head.
And Yura again thinks: “Now, if Trezorka fell into the well, and I would have pulled him out!”
And Trezorka is right there. Wagging its tail: "Give me a drink, Yura!"
Go away! Don't bother thinking! He closed his mouth and climbed into the bushes.
And Yura went to his mother:
What would I be so good to do? Mom stroked Yura's head:
Take a walk with your little sister, help the nanny clean up the dishes, give Trezor some water.
Sons
V.A. Oseeva
Two women took water from a well.
A third approached them. And the old old man sat down on a pebble to rest.
One woman says to another:
My son is clever and strong, no one can cope with him.
And the third is silent. “What won't you say about your son?” Her neighbors ask.
What can I say? - says the woman. - There is nothing special about him.
The women took full buckets and went. And the old man follows them.
Women walk, stop. Hands hurt, water splashes, back aches. Suddenly, three boys run out to meet them.
One tumbles over his head, walks on a wheel - women admire him.
He sings another song, is filled with a nightingale - his women listened.
And the third ran up to his mother, took the heavy buckets from her and dragged them.
The women ask the old man:
Well? What are our sons?
Where are they? - the old man answers. - I see only one son!
Blue leaves
V.A. Oseeva
Katya had two green pencils. And Lena has none. So Lena asks Katya: 
Give me a green pencil.
And Katya says:
I'll ask my mom.
The next day both girls come to school.
Lena asks:
Mom let me?
Katya sighed and said:
Mom allowed something, but I didn't ask my brother.
Well, ask your brother more, - says Lena.
Katya comes the next day.
Well, my brother allowed? Lena asks.
My brother allowed it, but I'm afraid you’ll break your pencil.
I'm being careful, - says Lena.
Look, - says Katya, - don't fix it, don't press hard, don't put it in your mouth. Don't draw too much.
I, - says Lena, - only need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass.
This is a lot, - says Katya, and she herself frowns. And she made a displeased face. Lena looked at her and walked away. She didn't take a pencil. Katya was surprised and ran after her:
Well, what are you? Take it! - Don't, - Lena answers.
In the lesson, the teacher asks: - Why are you, Helen, the leaves on the trees are blue?
There is no green pencil.
Why didn't you take it from your girlfriend?
Lena is silent.
And Katya blushed like a cancer and says:
I gave it to her, but she doesn't take it.
The teacher looked at both:
You have to give so that you can take.
On the rink
V.A. Oseeva
The day was sunny. The ice glittered. There were few people at the rink.
A little girl, with her arms spread out in a funny way, rode from bench to bench.
Two schoolchildren were tying up their skates and looking at Vitya.
Vitya performed various tricks - either he rode on one leg, or he whirled around.
Well done! one of the boys shouted to him.
Vitya dashed like an arrow in a circle, dashingly turned and ran into the girl.
The girl fell.
Vitya got scared.
I accidentally ... '' he said, brushing off the snow from her fur coat.
Hurt yourself?
The girl smiled:
Knee ...
There was laughter from behind. “They are laughing at me!” - Vitya thought and turned away from the girl in annoyance.
What an unprecedented knee! What a crybaby! ”He shouted as he drove past the schoolchildren.
Come to us! they called. Vitya went up to them. Holding hands, all three glided merrily on the ice.
And the girl was sitting on the bench, rubbing her bruised knee and crying.
Interesting short instructive stories by Valentina Oseeva for children of senior preschool and primary school age.
OSEEVA. BLUE LEAVES
Katya had two green pencils. And Lena has none. So Lena asks Katya:
Give me a green pencil. And Katya says:
I'll ask my mom.
The next day both girls come to school. Lena asks:
Mom let me?
Katya sighed and said:
Mom allowed something, but I didn't ask my brother.
Well, ask your brother more, - says Lena. Katya comes the next day.
Well, my brother allowed? Lena asks.
My brother allowed it, but I'm afraid you’ll break your pencil.
I'm being careful, - says Lena.
Look, - says Katya, - don't fix it, don't press hard, don't put it in your mouth. Don't draw too much.
I, - says Lena, - only need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass.
This is a lot, - says Katya, and she herself frowns. And she made a displeased face. Lena looked at her and walked away. She didn't take a pencil. Katya was surprised and ran after her:
Well, what are you? Take it!
Don't, - Lena answers. In the lesson, the teacher asks:
Why are you, Helen, blue leaves on the trees?
There is no green pencil.
Why didn't you take it from your girlfriend? Lena is silent. And Katya blushed like a cancer and says:
I gave it to her, but she doesn't take it. The teacher looked at both:
You have to give so that you can take.
OSEEVA. POORLY
The dog barked furiously, falling on its front paws. Directly in front of her, huddled against the fence, sat a little disheveled kitten. He opened his mouth wide and meowed plaintively. Two boys stood nearby and waited for what would happen.
A woman looked out the window and hurriedly ran out onto the porch. She drove the dog away and angrily shouted to the boys:
Shame on you!
What is embarrassing? We didn't do anything! - the boys were surprised.
This is bad! the woman replied angrily.
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OSEEVA. WHAT DOES NOT DO, DO NOT
Once mom said to dad:
And dad immediately spoke in a whisper.
No really! What is not allowed, that is not allowed!
OSEEVA. Grandma and granddaughter
Mom brought Tanya a new book.
Mom said:
When Tanya was little, her grandmother read to her; now Tanya is already big, she herself will read this book to her grandmother.
Sit down, grandma! - said Tanya. - I'll read you a story.
Tanya read, grandmother listened, and mother praised both:
That's how smart you are with me!
OSEEVA. THREE SONS
The mother had three sons - three pioneers. Years have passed. War broke out. The mother saw off her three sons - three soldiers - to the war. One son beat the enemy in the sky. Another son beat the enemy on the ground. The third son beat the enemy at sea. Three heroes returned to their mother: a pilot, a tanker and a sailor!
OSEEVA. TANINA ACHIEVEMENTS
Every evening, dad took a notebook, a pencil and sat down with Tanya and grandmother.
Well, what are your achievements? he asked.
Dad explained to Tanya that achievements are all that good and useful that a person has done in a day. Dad carefully wrote down Tannin's achievements in a notebook.
One day he asked, as usual with a pencil at the ready:
Well, what are your achievements?
Tanya washed the dishes and broke the cup, - said the grandmother.
Um ... - said the father.
Dad! - Tanya begged. - The cup was bad, it fell by itself! Do not write about her in our achievements! Just write: Tanya washed the dishes!
OK! - Dad laughed. - Let's punish this cup so that next time, when washing dishes, the other one is more careful!
OSEEVA. THE WATCHER
V kindergarten there were a lot of toys. Clockwork locomotives ran along the rails, airplanes hummed in the room, elegant dolls lay in carriages. The guys all played together, and everyone had fun. Only one boy didn't play. He gathered around him a whole bunch of toys and guarded them from the guys.
My! My! he shouted, covering the toys with his hands.
The children did not argue - there were enough toys for everyone.
How well we play! How fun we are! - the guys boasted to the teacher.
But I am bored! the boy shouted from his corner.
Why? - the teacher was surprised. - You have so many toys!
But the boy could not explain why he was bored.
Because he is not a gamer, but a watchman, the children explained for him.
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OSEEVA. BISCUITS
Mom poured cookies onto a plate. Grandmother clinked the cups merrily. They all sat down at the table. Vova pushed the plate towards him.
Delhi one at a time, ”Misha said sternly.
The boys poured all the cookies onto the table and arranged them in two piles.
Smooth? - asked Vova.
Misha measured the handful with his eyes:
Exactly ... Grandma, pour us some tea!
The grandmother served both of them tea. The table was quiet. The cookie piles diminished rapidly.
Loose! Sweet! - Misha said.
Yes! - Vova responded with a full mouth.
Mom and grandmother were silent. When all the cookies had been eaten, Vova took a deep breath, patted himself on the stomach and climbed out from the table. Misha finished the last bite and looked at his mother - she was stirring the tea with a spoon. He looked at his grandmother - she was chewing a crust of black bread ...
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OSEEVA. OFFENSORS
Tolya often came running from the yard and complained that the guys offend him.
Don't complain, ”the mother once said,“ you must treat your comrades better yourself, then your comrades will not offend you!
Tolya went out onto the stairs. On the site one of his offenders, a neighbor's boy Sasha, was looking for something.
My mother gave me a coin for bread, and I lost it, ”he explained gloomily. - Do not go here, or you will trample!
Tolya remembered what his mother had said to him in the morning, and hesitantly suggested:
Let's search together!
The boys began to search together. Sasha was lucky: a silver coin flashed under the stairs in the very corner.
There she is! - Sasha was delighted. - She got scared of us and was found! Thank you. Come out into the yard. Guys will not be touched! I'm just running for bread now!
He slid down the railing. From the dark flight of the stairs came a cheerful voice:
You-ho-di! ..
OSEEVA. NEW TOY
Uncle sat down on his suitcase and opened his notebook.
Well, what should I bring to whom? - he asked.
The guys smiled and moved closer.
I have a doll!
And me a little car!
And I have a crane!
And to me ... And to me ... - The guys vied with each other, my uncle wrote it down.
Vitya alone sat silently on the sidelines and did not know what to ask ... At home, his whole corner was littered with toys ... There are cars with a steam locomotive, and cars, and lifting cranes... Everything that the guys asked for has long been from Vitya ... He even has nothing to wish for ... But his uncle will bring every boy and every girl a new toy, and only he, Vitya, he will not bring anything. ..
Why are you silent, Vityuk? my uncle asked.
Vitya sobbed bitterly.
I ... have everything ... - he explained through tears.
OSEEVA. MEDICINE
The little girl's mother fell ill. The doctor came and saw that mom was holding her head with one hand and tidying up the toys with the other. And the girl sits on her chair and commands:
Bring me the cubes!
Mom picked up the cubes from the floor, put them in a box, gave them to her daughter.
What about a doll? Where is my doll? - shouts the girl again.
The doctor looked at this and said:
Until the daughter learns to tidy up her toys herself, mom will not recover!
OSEEVA. WHO PUNISHED HIM?
I offended a friend. I pushed a passerby. I hit the dog. I was rude to my sister. Everyone left me. I was left alone and wept bitterly.
Who punished him? - asked the neighbor.
He punished himself, - answered my mother.
OSEEVA. WHO IS THE OWNER?
The big black dog was called Beetle. Two boys, Kolya and Vanya, picked up Zhuk on the street. His leg was broken. Kolya and Vanya took care of him together, and when Zhuk recovered, each of the boys wanted to become his only owner. But who was the owner of the Beetle, they could not decide, so their dispute always ended in a quarrel.
Once they walked through the forest. The beetle ran ahead. The boys argued heatedly.
My dog, - said Kolya, - I first saw the Beetle and picked him up!
No, my, - Vanya was angry, - I bandaged her paw and dragged for her tasty pieces!
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Russian writers for children of all ages.
Works of small size are more easily perceived by young readers. The child can listen to small stories to the end with pleasure. And a little later he himself will begin to read these small masterpieces of literature.
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Valentin Berestov
There was a time when birds could not sing.
And suddenly they found out that in a distant country there is an old, wise man who teaches music.
Then the birds sent Stork and Nightingale to him to check if this was so.
The stork was in a great hurry. He was eager to become the world's first musician.
He was in such a hurry that he ran to the sage and did not even knock on the door, did not greet the old man, and shouted with all his might right in his ear:
Hey old man! Come on, teach me music!
But the sage decided to teach him courtesy first.
He led Stork out the door, knocked on the door and said:
You have to do it like this.
All clear! - the Stork was delighted.
Is this music? - and flew away to surprise the world with his art as soon as possible.
The nightingale on its small wings flew in later.
He timidly knocked on the door, greeted, asked forgiveness for the disturbance and said that he really wanted to study music.
The sage liked the friendly bird. And he taught the nightingale everything he knew himself.
Since then, the humble Nightingale has become the world's best singer.
And the eccentric Stork can only knock with his beak. Moreover, he boasts and teaches other birds:
Hey, do you hear? You have to do it like this, like this! This is real music! If you don’t believe it, ask the old sage.
How to find a track
Valentin Berestov
The guys went to visit their grandfather the forester. Let's go and get lost.
They look, the Squirrel is jumping over them. From tree to tree. From tree to tree.
Guys - to her:
Squirrel, Squirrel, tell me, Squirrel, Squirrel, show me How to find the path To grandfather in the gatehouse?
It's very simple, - Belka answers.
Jump from this tree to that one, from that tree to the crooked birch. From the crooked birch you can see a big, big oak. The roof is visible from the top of the oak. This is the gatehouse. Well, what are you? Jump!
Thank you, Belka! - the guys say. - Only we do not know how to jump on trees. We'd better ask someone else.
The Hare is galloping. The guys sang their own song to him:
Bunny Bunny, tell me, Bunny, Bunny, show me How to find a path To grandfather in the lodge?
To the gatehouse? - asked the Hare. - Nothing could be easier. It will smell like mushrooms at first. So? Then - hare cabbage. So? Then it smells like a fox hole. So? Skip this smell to the right or left. So? When he's left behind, smell like this and you can smell the smoke. Download directly to it without turning anywhere. This is the forester grandfather setting the samovar.
Thank you, Bunny, - the guys say. - It's a pity that our noses are not as sensitive as yours. We'll have to ask someone else.
They see the Snail crawling.
Hey, Snail, tell me, Hey, Snail, show me How to find the path To grandfather in the gatehouse?
Tell to-o-olgo, - the Snail sighed. - Lu-u-better, I'll take you there. Crawl after me.
Thank you Snail! - the guys say. - We have no time to crawl. We'd better ask someone else.
A Bee is sitting on a flower.
Guys to her:
Bee, Bee, tell me, Bee, Bee, show, How to find the path To grandfather in the lodge?
Well, well, says the bee. - I'll show you ... Look where I'm flying. Follow the next. See my sisters. Where they are, there you are. We carry honey to grandfather's apiary. Well, goodbye! I’m in an awful hurry. W-w-w ...
And flew away. The guys didn't even have time to say thank you to her. They went where the bees were flying and quickly found a hut. What a joy it was! And then grandfather treated them to tea and honey.
Honest crawler
Valentin Berestov
The caterpillar considered itself very beautiful and did not miss a single drop of dew so as not to look at it.
How good I am! - the Caterpillar rejoiced, looking at its flat face with pleasure and arching its shaggy back to see two golden stripes on it.
It is a pity that no one, no one notices this.
But one day she was lucky. A girl walked in the meadow and picked flowers. The caterpillar climbed onto the most beautiful flower and waited.
That's disgusting! Even looking at you is disgusting!
Ah well! - the Caterpillar was angry. - Then I give my honest caterpillar word that no one, ever, anywhere, for anything and at all, in any case, under no circumstances will see me again!
He gave his word - you need to keep it, even if you are a Caterpillar. And the Caterpillar crawled up the tree. From trunk to branch, from branch to branch, from branch to branch, from branch to branch, from branch to leaf.
She took out a silk thread from the abdomen and began to wrap it around. She worked for a long time and finally made a cocoon.
Ugh, how tired I am! the Caterpillar sighed. “I’m completely wrapped up.”
It was warm and dark in the cocoon, there was nothing else to do, and the Caterpillar fell asleep.
She woke up because her back was itching terribly. Then the Caterpillar began to rub against the walls of the cocoon. Rubbed, rubbed, rubbed right through them and fell out.
But it fell in a strange way - not down, but up.
And then the Caterpillar saw the same girl in the same meadow.
"Horrible! - thought the Caterpillar. “Even if I’m not beautiful, it’s not my fault, but now everyone will know that I’m also a deceiver. Gave an honest caterpillar that no one would see me, and did not hold it back. A shame!" And the Caterpillar fell into the grass.
And the girl saw her and said:
What a beautiful!
So trust people, - the Caterpillar grumbled.
Today they say one thing, and tomorrow they say something completely different.
Just in case, she looked into the dew drop. What? In front of her is an unfamiliar face with a long, long mustache
The caterpillar tried to arch its back and saw that it had large multi-colored wings on its back.
Oh, that's what! - she guessed. - A miracle happened to me. The most ordinary miracle: I became a Butterfly!
This happens. And she whirled merrily over the meadow, because she did not give an honest butterfly word that no one would see her.
Magic word
V.A. Oseeva
A little old man with a long gray beard was sitting on a bench and was drawing something on the sand with an umbrella.
... “Move over,” Pavlik told him and sat down on the edge.
The old man moved over and, looking at the boy's red, angry face, said:
- Has something happened to you? - Well, okay! What do you want? ”Pavlik looked sideways at him.
“I'll go to my grandmother. She's just cooking. Will he drive it away or not? "
Pavlik opened the kitchen door. The old woman was removing hot cakes from a baking sheet.
The grandson ran up to her, turned his wrinkled red face with both hands, looked into her eyes and whispered:
- Give me a piece of pie ... please.
Grandma straightened up. The magic word shone in every wrinkle, in his eyes, in a smile.
“I wanted hot ... hot, my dear!” She would say, choosing the best, ruddy pie.
Pavlik jumped up with joy and kissed her on both cheeks.
"Wizard! Wizard!" he repeated to himself, remembering the old man.
At dinner Pavlik sat quiet and listened to every word of his brother. When his brother said that he would go for a boat ride, Pavlik put his hand on his shoulder and quietly asked:
- Take me, please. Everyone at the table fell silent at once.
The brother raised his eyebrows and grinned.
“Take it,” the sister said suddenly. - What do you need!
- Well, why not take it? - smiled grandmother. - Of course, take it.
“Please,” Pavlik repeated.
The brother laughed loudly, patted the boy on the shoulder, ruffled his hair:
- Eh you, traveler! Okay, get ready!
“It helped! It helped again! "
Pavlik jumped out from the table and ran into the street. But the old man was no longer in the park.
The bench was empty, and only on the sand were incomprehensible signs drawn by an umbrella.
Badly
V.A. Oseeva
The dog barked furiously, falling on its front paws.
Directly in front of her, huddled against the fence, sat a little disheveled kitten. He opened his mouth wide and meowed plaintively.
Two boys stood nearby and waited for what would happen.
A woman looked out the window and hurriedly ran out onto the porch. She drove the dog away and angrily shouted to the boys:
Shame on you!
What is embarrassing? We didn't do anything! - the boys were surprised.
This is bad! the woman replied angrily.
Which is easier
V.A. Oseeva
Send three boys into the forest. There are mushrooms, berries, birds in the forest. The boys took a walk.
Didn't notice how the day passed. They go home - they are afraid:
Will get to us at home!
So they stopped on the road and think what is better: lie or tell the truth?
I will say, - says the first, - as if a wolf attacked me in the forest.
The father will be frightened and will not scold.
I will say, - says the second, - that I met my grandfather.
Mother will be delighted and will not scold me.
And I’ll tell the truth, ”says the third.“ The truth is always easier to tell, because it’s true and you don’t need to invent anything.
So they all went home.
Only the first boy told his father about the wolf - lo and behold, the forest watchman is coming.
No, - he says, - there is a wolf in these places. The father got angry. For the first blame he got angry, and for the lie - twice.
The second boy told about his grandfather. And the grandfather is right there - he goes to visit. Mother learned the truth. For the first blame she got angry, and for the lie - twice.
And the third boy, as soon as he came, obeyed everything from the doorway. His aunt grumbled at him and forgave him.
Good
V.A. Oseeva
Yurik woke up in the morning. Looked out the window. The sun is shining. It's a good day. And the boy wanted to do something good himself.
Here he sits and thinks: "What if my sister was drowning, and I would have saved her!"
And the little sister is right there:
Take a walk with me, Yura!
Go away, don't bother thinking! The little sister was offended and moved away.
And Yura thinks: "Now, if the wolves attacked the nanny, I would shoot them!"
And the nanny is right there:
Take away the dishes, Yurochka.
Take it away yourself - I have no time! The nanny shook her head.
And Yura again thinks: “Now, if Trezorka fell into the well, and I would have pulled him out!”
And Trezorka is right there. Wagging its tail: "Give me a drink, Yura!"
Go away! Don't bother thinking! He closed his mouth and climbed into the bushes.
And Yura went to his mother:
What would I be so good to do? Mom stroked Yura's head:
Take a walk with your little sister, help the nanny clean up the dishes, give Trezor some water.
Sons
V.A. Oseeva
Two women took water from a well.
A third approached them. And the old old man sat down on a pebble to rest.
One woman says to another:
My son is clever and strong, no one can cope with him.
And the third is silent. “What won't you say about your son?” Her neighbors ask.
What can I say? - says the woman. - There is nothing special about him.
The women took full buckets and went. And the old man follows them.
Women walk, stop. Hands hurt, water splashes, back aches. Suddenly, three boys run out to meet them.
One tumbles over his head, walks on a wheel - women admire him.
He sings another song, is filled with a nightingale - his women listened.
And the third ran up to his mother, took the heavy buckets from her and dragged them.
The women ask the old man:
Well? What are our sons?
Where are they? - the old man answers. - I see only one son!
Blue leaves
V.A. Oseeva
Katya had two green pencils. And Lena has none. So Lena asks Katya:
Give me a green pencil.
And Katya says:
I'll ask my mom.
The next day both girls come to school.
Lena asks:
Mom let me?
Katya sighed and said:
Mom allowed something, but I didn't ask my brother.
Well, ask your brother more, - says Lena.
Katya comes the next day.
Well, my brother allowed? Lena asks.
My brother allowed it, but I'm afraid you’ll break your pencil.
I'm being careful, - says Lena.
Look, - says Katya, - don't fix it, don't press hard, don't put it in your mouth. Don't draw too much.
I, - says Lena, - only need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass.
This is a lot, - says Katya, and she herself frowns. And she made a displeased face. Lena looked at her and walked away. She didn't take a pencil. Katya was surprised and ran after her:
Well, what are you? Take it! - Don't, - Lena answers.
In the lesson, the teacher asks: - Why are you, Helen, the leaves on the trees are blue?
There is no green pencil.
Why didn't you take it from your girlfriend?
Lena is silent.
And Katya blushed like a cancer and says:
I gave it to her, but she doesn't take it.
The teacher looked at both:
You have to give so that you can take.
On the rink
V.A. Oseeva
The day was sunny. The ice glittered. There were few people at the rink.
A little girl, with her arms spread out in a funny way, rode from bench to bench.
Two schoolchildren were tying up their skates and looking at Vitya.
Vitya performed various tricks - either he rode on one leg, or he whirled around.
Well done! one of the boys shouted to him.
Vitya dashed like an arrow in a circle, dashingly turned and ran into the girl.
The girl fell.
Vitya got scared.
I accidentally ... '' he said, brushing off the snow from her fur coat.
Hurt yourself?
The girl smiled:
Knee ...
There was laughter from behind. “They are laughing at me!” - Vitya thought and turned away from the girl in annoyance.
What an unprecedented knee! What a crybaby! ”He shouted as he drove past the schoolchildren.
Come to us! they called. Vitya went up to them. Holding hands, all three glided merrily on the ice.
And the girl was sitting on the bench, rubbing her bruised knee and crying.
Boy Yasha always loved to climb everywhere and climb into everything. As soon as they brought a suitcase or box, Yasha immediately found himself in it.
And he climbed into all sorts of bags. And into the closets. And under the tables.
Mom often said:
- I'm afraid I'll come with him to the post office, he will get into some empty parcel, and he will be sent to Kzyl-Orda.
He got it very badly.
And then Yasha new fashion took - began to fall from everywhere. When the house rang out:
- Uh! - everyone understood that Yasha had fallen from somewhere. And the louder the "uh" was, the higher was the height from which Yasha flew. For example, mom hears:
- Uh! - so it's okay. It was Yasha who just fell off the stool.
If you hear:
- Uh-uh! - it means that the matter is very serious. It was already Yasha plopped off the table. We must go inspect his cones. And on a visit, Yasha climbed everywhere, and even in the store tried to climb on the shelves.
Dad once said:
- Yasha, if you go anywhere else, I don't know what I will do with you. I'll tie you with ropes to the vacuum cleaner. And you will walk everywhere with a vacuum cleaner. And you will go to the store with your mother with a vacuum cleaner, and in the yard in the sand you will play tied to the vacuum cleaner.
Yasha was so scared that after these words he did not go anywhere for half a day.
And then he climbed onto the table with dad and crashed with the phone. Dad took it and actually tied it to the vacuum cleaner.
Yasha walks around the house, and the vacuum cleaner follows him like a dog. And he goes to the store with his mother with a vacuum cleaner, and plays in the yard. Very uncomfortable. Neither for you to climb the fence, nor to ride a bike.
But Yasha learned to turn on the vacuum cleaner. Now, instead of "uh", "oo-oo" began to be heard constantly.
As soon as mom sat down to knit socks for Yasha, suddenly all over the house - "oo-oo-oo-oo". Mom jumps up and down.
We decided to come to an agreement in an amicable way. Yasha was untied from the vacuum cleaner. And he promised not to climb anywhere else. Dad said:
- This time, Yasha, I will be stricter. I'll tie you to a stool. And I'll nail the stool to the floor with nails. And you will live with a stool, like a dog with a booth.
Yasha was very afraid of such a punishment.
But just then a very wonderful case turned up - they bought a new cabinet.
First Yasha climbed into the closet. He sat in the closet for a long time, bumping his forehead against the walls. This is an interesting case. Then he got bored and got out.
He decided to climb on top of the closet.
Yasha pushed to the closet dinner table and climbed onto it. But I didn't reach the top of the cabinet.
Then he put an easy chair on the table. He climbed onto the table, then onto a chair, then onto the back of a chair and began to move onto the closet. I’m halfway there.
And then the chair slipped out from under his feet and fell to the floor. And Yasha remained half on the closet, half in the air.
Somehow he climbed onto the closet and fell silent. Try tell your mom:
- Oh, mom, I'm sitting on the closet!
Mom will instantly transfer him to a stool. And he will be like a dog all his life around the stool to live.
Here he sits and is silent. Five minutes, ten minutes, five more minutes. In general, almost a whole month. And Yasha slowly began to cry.
And mom hears: something is not heard by Yasha.
And if Yasha is not heard, then Yasha is doing something wrong. Either he chews matches, or climbed into the aquarium knee-deep, or draws Cheburashka on dad's papers.
Mom became in different places glance. And in the closet, and in the nursery, and in dad's office. And everywhere there is order: dad works, the clock is ticking. And if everything is in order, then something difficult must have happened to Yasha. Something extraordinary.
Mom shouts:
- Yasha, where are you?
And Yasha is silent.
- Yasha, where are you?
And Yasha is silent.
Then my mother began to think. He sees a chair on the floor. He sees that the table is not in place. He sees - Yasha is sitting on the closet.
Mom asks:
- Well, Yasha, are you going to sit on the cupboard all your life, or are we going to climb down?
Yasha doesn't want to go down. He is afraid that he will be tied to a stool.
He says:
- I will not get off.
Mom says:
- Okay, let's live on the closet. I'll bring you lunch now.
She brought Yasha soup in a plate, a spoon and bread, and a small table and a stool.
Yasha was having dinner on the cupboard.
Then his mother brought a pot to the closet. Yasha was sitting on the pot.
And to wipe his ass off, my mother had to get up on the table herself.
At this time, two boys came to visit Yasha.
Mom asks:
- Well, do you need Kolya and Vitya on the cupboard?
Yasha says:
- Serve.
And then dad could not stand it from his office:
- Now I myself will come to visit him on the closet. Yes, not one, but with a strap. Remove it from the cabinet immediately.
They took Yasha out of the closet, and he says:
- Mom, I didn’t climb down because I’m afraid of stools. Dad promised to tie me to a stool.
- Eh, Yasha, - says mom, - you're still little. You don’t understand the joke. Go play with the guys.
And Yasha understood the jokes.
But he also understood that dad didn’t like to joke.
He can easily tie Yasha to a stool. And Yasha never climbed anywhere else.
How the boy Yasha ate badly
Yasha was good for everyone, only he ate poorly. All the time with concerts. Now mom sings to him, then dad shows tricks. And he gets along with his:
- I do not want.
Mom says:
- Yasha, eat porridge.
- I do not want.
Dad says:
- Yasha, drink the juice!
- I do not want.
Mom and Dad got tired of persuading him every time. And then my mother read in one scientific pedagogical book that children should not be persuaded to eat. We must put a plate of porridge in front of them and wait until they themselves get hungry and eat everything.
They put, put plates in front of Yasha, but he did not eat and did not eat anything. He does not eat cutlets, nor soup, nor porridge. Became thin and dead, like a straw.
- Yasha, eat porridge!
- I do not want.
- Yasha, eat the soup!
- I do not want.
Previously, his pants were difficult to fasten, but now he was completely loose in them. It was possible to run one more Yasha into these pants.
And then one day a strong wind blew.
And Yasha played on the site. He was very light, and the wind rolled him over the site. Drove to the wire mesh fence. And there Yasha got stuck.
So he sat, pressed against the fence by the wind, for an hour.
Mom calls:
- Yasha, where are you? Go home with the soup to suffer.
And he doesn’t come. You can't even hear him. He not only became dead, but his voice also became dead. You can not hear anything that he squeaks there.
And he squeaks:
- Mom, take me away from the fence!
Mom began to worry - where did Yasha go? Where to find it? Yash is not visible and not heard.
Dad said so:
- I think our Yasha was rolled away somewhere by the wind. Come on, Mom, we'll take the pot of soup out on the porch. The wind will blow and the smell of soup will bring to Yasha. It will crawl to this delicious smell.
