Boris Shergin - Misha Laskin. Misha Laskin - Shergin Boris Viktorovich The main characters of Shergin's story Misha Laskin

It was a long time ago when I was in school. I’m in a hurry to go home for dinner, and from someone else’s house an unfamiliar boy shouts to me:
- Hey, student! Come in for a minute!
I come in and ask:
- What is your name?
- Misha Laskin.
- Do you live alone?
- No, I came to my aunt. She ran off to work and told me to have lunch. I can’t dine alone, I’m used to being on a ship with my comrades. Sit down quickly and eat from the same cup with me!
At home I told him that I was visiting Misha Laskin. They tell me:
- Good morning! You call him to you. It is heard that his father went on a long voyage.
This is how I became friends with Misha.
Opposite our city the river is so wide that the other bank is barely visible. When the wind blows, waves with white crests roll down the river, as if gray horses are running with white manes.
One day Misha and I were sitting on the shore. The calm river reflected the red cloudy sunset. About half a dozen guys were putting oars into the boat.
The eldest of the boys shouted:
– Listen to my command! Everyone should be here in an hour. Now go get some bread.
And they all left. Misha says:
- They were going across the river for the night. In the morning they will go fishing. And they won’t get home soon. Their stupid captain doesn’t understand that if the sky is red in the evening, then in the morning there will be a strong wind. If you talk, they won't listen. We need to hide the oars from them.
We took the oars from the boat and stuffed them under the pier, in the far corner, so that the mice couldn’t find them.
Misha correctly guessed the weather. The sea wind was blowing in the morning. The seagulls were screaming. The waves crashed noisily onto the shore. Yesterday's guys wandered through the sand, looking for oars.
Misha said to the older boy:
“If you could climb up to the other side at night and roar there until tomorrow.”
The boy says:
- We lost our oars.
Misha laughed:
- I hid the oars.
One day we went fishing. After the rain it was difficult to get down from the clay bank. Misha sat down to take off his shoes, I ran to the river. And meet Vasya Ershov. He drags the mast from the boat on his shoulder. I was not friends with him and I shout:
- Vasya Ersh, where are you crawling?
He scooped up some clay with his free hand and blurted it out at me. And Misha is running from the mountain. Vasya thinks: “This one will fight” - and jumped off the path into the mud.
And Misha grabbed the end of Vasya’s mast and shouted:
- Why did you get into the mud, buddy? Let me help you.
He carried Vasya’s mast all the way to the top, to the level road. I was waiting for him and thought: “Misha is just looking to help someone with something.”
In the morning I took a wooden sailing boat of my own making and went to the Ershovs. I sat down on the porch. Vasya came out and looked at the boat.
I speak:
- This is for you.
He smiled and blushed. And I felt so happy, as if on a holiday.
One day my father was building a ship not far from the city, and Misha and I went to look at his work. At lunchtime, my father treated us to fish pies. He stroked Misha on the head and said:
- Eat, my darling.
Then he will pour kvass into a ladle and serve it to Misha first:
- Drink, my beloved.
I always went to construction sites with Misha. But one day I thought: “I won’t take Mishka today. I know how to talk to someone as well as he does.”
And he didn’t tell his comrade, one ran away.
The ship had already been launched. Can't get there without a boat. I shout from the shore to send a boat. My father glances at me while he and his assistants fasten the mast. And it’s like he doesn’t recognize me.
I screamed for a whole hour in vain. I was getting ready to go home. And suddenly Misha comes. Asks me:
- Why didn’t you come for me?
I haven’t had time to lie yet, and the boat is already sailing from the ship. Father saw that I was standing with Misha and sent for us.
On the ship, my father told me sternly and sadly:
– You ran away from Misha on the sly. You have offended a faithful comrade. Ask him for forgiveness and love him without cunning.
Misha wanted to decorate the place where ships are built. We started digging up rosehip bushes in the forest and planting them on the ship's shore. The next summer the garden began to bloom.
Misha Laskin loved to read and copied what he liked in his notebook. I drew pictures on the free pages, and we made a book. Vasya was also fascinated by the art of books: he wrote as if he were typing.
We were amazed at the kind of albums Misha made from our painted sheets.
Books, writing, and drawing are a winter thing. In the summer our thoughts turn to fishing. The spring drops will whisper a little, and we’ll have a conversation: how we’ll sail to the islands, how we’ll fish and catch ducks.
We dreamed of a light boat. And such a boat showed up in a distant village, among Misha’s acquaintances. Misha went there himself, on his winter journey. The boat was not cheap, but the master liked Misha’s conversation, Misha’s desire and effort, and he not only lowered the price, but also made a concession: half the money now, half - at the beginning of navigation.
Our fathers considered this idea an expensive amusement, however, trusting Misha, they gave money for a deposit.
Vasya and I rejoiced, called Misha the helmsman and skipper, and swore that we would be obedient and helpful to him until death.
Just before the debauchery, the three of us went to the Fishery Museum. We admire the ship models, and Vasya says:
“Soon we will have a beautiful little boat!”
Misha paused and said:
“One thing’s not nice: spending money on your fathers again.”
I sighed too:
– Oh, if only we could make money by writing and drawing!...
We did not notice that the founder of the museum, Verpakhovsky, was listening to the conversation. He comes up to us and says:
– Show me your writing and drawing.
An hour later he was already looking at our homemade publications.
- Fabulous! I was just looking for such craftsmen.
The Marine Collection now houses a rare book. It needs to be quickly copied and copied. For good work you will receive a good price.
And so we received a hundred-year-old book for rewriting, called “Sea Knowledge and Skill.”
The book had three hundred pages. We were given two weeks. We figured that each of us would write ten pages a day. Three people will write thirty pages. This means that the correspondence can be completed in ten days.
Today, let's say, we allocated work hours for everyone, and the next day an opportunity befell Misha Laskin. For urgent matters, he ran to his father on the ship. I spent the night with my father, and at night the spring water broke the ice, and a great debauchery began. There was no communication with the city.
People think, and Vasya and I do.
“Come on,” we say, “let’s surprise our skipper and write the book without him.”
That's how they worked - they didn't have time to wipe their noses. The old book was intricate, handwritten, but let’s think about Misha and the mind will become light and a concept will appear. Three of us would not have understood this Pomeranian wisdom in two weeks, but the two of us copied it, copied it in nine days.
Verpakhovsky praised the work and said:
“Tomorrow the dignitaries will meet at the Naval Assembly, and I will show you your work.” And you will arrive there at noon.
The next day we run to the meeting, and Misha meets us:
- Guys, did I ruin the book?
- Misha, you are not a destroyer, you are a builder. Go with us.
In the Marine Assembly, the sedate people are sitting, and in front of them is our brand new book. Misha realized that the job was done and looked at us cheerfully.
The sedate Vorobyov, an old man with a menacing beard, said:
- Well done boys! Take at least small gifts from us.
The old man takes three patterned bone boxes from the table and gives them to Misha, me and Vasya. Each box contains a glittering gold piece. Misha turned pale and put the box on the table.
“Mr. sedate,” said Misha, “this book is the work of my comrades.” Wouldn't it be crazy for me to take a reward for someone else's work?
With these words Misha lashed us like a whip. Vasya twisted his mouth as if he had swallowed something very bitter. And I cried out with tears:
- Misha! How long have we become strangers to you? Misha, you have taken our joy away from us!...
Everyone is silent, looking at Misha. He stands straight as a statue. But from under his lowered eyelashes two tears flashed and slowly rolled down his cheeks.
Elder Vorobyov took Misha’s box, put it in his hand, kissed all three of us and said:
“It’s bad weather outside, it’s raining, but here we have a fragrant spring.”
Many years have passed since then. I left my hometown a long time ago. But recently I received a letter from Mikhail Laskin. The letter contains dried rosehip petals.
An old friend writes to me:
“Our rose hips have grown widely, and when they bloom, the whole coast smells of roses.”

Misha Laskin

It was a long time ago when I was in school. I’m in a hurry to go home for dinner, and from someone else’s house an unfamiliar boy shouts to me:

- Hey, student! Come in for a minute!

I come in and ask:

- What is your name?

- Misha Laskin.

- Do you live alone?

- No, I came to my aunt. She ran off to work and told me to have lunch. I can’t dine alone, I’m used to being on a ship with my comrades. Sit down quickly and eat from the same cup with me!

At home I told him that I was visiting Misha Laskin. They tell me:

- Good morning! You call him to you. It is heard that his father went on a long voyage.

This is how I became friends with Misha.

Opposite our city the river is so wide that the other bank is barely visible. When the wind blows, waves with white crests roll down the river, as if gray horses are running with white manes.

One day Misha and I were sitting on the shore. The calm river reflected the red cloudy sunset. About half a dozen guys were putting oars into the boat.

The eldest of the boys shouted:

– Listen to my command! Everyone should be here in an hour. Now go get some bread.

And they all left. Misha says:

- They were going across the river for the night. In the morning they will go fishing. And they won’t get home soon. Their stupid captain doesn’t understand that if the sky is red in the evening, then in the morning there will be a strong wind. If you talk, they won't listen. We need to hide the oars from them.

We took the oars from the boat and stuffed them under the pier, in the far corner, so that the mice couldn’t find them.

Misha correctly guessed the weather. The sea wind was blowing in the morning. The seagulls were screaming. The waves crashed noisily onto the shore. Yesterday's guys wandered through the sand, looking for oars.

Misha said to the older boy:

“If you could climb up to the other side at night and roar there until tomorrow.”

The boy says:

- We lost our oars.

Misha laughed:

- I hid the oars.

One day we went fishing. After the rain it was difficult to get down from the clay bank. Misha sat down to take off his shoes, I ran to the river. And meet Vasya Ershov. He drags the mast from the boat on his shoulder. I was not friends with him and I shout:

- Vasya Ersh, where are you crawling?

He scooped up some clay with his free hand and blurted it out at me. And Misha is running from the mountain. Vasya thinks: “This one will fight” - and jumped off the path into the mud.

And Misha grabbed the end of Vasya’s mast and shouted:

- Why did you get into the mud, buddy? Let me help you.

He carried Vasya’s mast all the way to the top, to the level road. I was waiting for him and thought: “Misha is just looking to help someone with something.”

In the morning I took a wooden sailing boat of my own making and went to the Ershovs. I sat down on the porch. Vasya came out and looked at the boat.

I speak:

- This is for you.

He smiled and blushed. And I felt so happy, as if on a holiday.

One day my father was building a ship not far from the city, and Misha and I went to look at his work. At lunchtime, my father treated us to fish pies. He stroked Misha on the head and said:

- Eat, my darling.

Then he will pour kvass into a ladle and serve it to Misha first:

- Drink, my beloved.

I always went to construction sites with Misha. But one day I thought: “I won’t take Mishka today. I know how to talk to someone as well as he does.”

And he didn’t tell his comrade, one ran away.

The ship had already been launched. Can't get there without a boat. I shout from the shore to send a boat. My father glances at me while he and his assistants fasten the mast. And it’s like he doesn’t recognize me.

I screamed for a whole hour in vain. I was getting ready to go home. And suddenly Misha comes. Asks me:

- Why didn’t you come for me?

I haven’t had time to lie yet, and the boat is already sailing from the ship. Father saw that I was standing with Misha and sent for us.

On the ship, my father told me sternly and sadly:

– You ran away from Misha on the sly. You have offended a faithful comrade. Ask him for forgiveness and love him without cunning.

Misha wanted to decorate the place where ships are built. We started digging up rosehip bushes in the forest and planting them on the ship's shore. The next summer the garden began to bloom.

We were amazed at the kind of albums Misha made from our painted sheets.

Books, writing, and drawing are a winter thing. In the summer our thoughts turn to fishing. The spring drops will whisper a little, and we’ll have a conversation: how we’ll sail to the islands, how we’ll fish and catch ducks.

We dreamed of a light boat. And such a boat showed up in a distant village, among Misha’s acquaintances. Misha went there himself, on his winter journey. The boat was not cheap, but the master liked Misha’s conversation, Misha’s desire and effort, and he not only lowered the price, but also made a concession: half the money now, half - at the beginning of navigation.

Our fathers considered this idea an expensive amusement, however, trusting Misha, they gave money for a deposit.

Vasya and I rejoiced, called Misha the helmsman and skipper, and swore that we would be obedient and helpful to him until death.

Just before the debauchery, the three of us went to the Fishery Museum. We admire the ship models, and Vasya says:

“Soon we will have a beautiful little boat!”

Misha paused and said:

“One thing’s not nice: spending money on your fathers again.”

I sighed too:

– Oh, if only we could make money by writing and drawing!...

We did not notice that the founder of the museum, Verpakhovsky, was listening to the conversation. He comes up to us and says:

– Show me your writing and drawing.

An hour later he was already looking at our homemade publications.

- Fabulous! I was just looking for such craftsmen.

The Marine Collection now houses a rare book. It needs to be quickly copied and copied. For good work you will receive a good price.

And so we received a hundred-year-old book for rewriting, called “Sea Knowledge and Skill.”

The book had three hundred pages. We were given two weeks. We figured that each of us would write ten pages a day. Three people will write thirty pages. This means that the correspondence can be completed in ten days.

Today, let's say, we allocated work hours for everyone, and the next day an opportunity befell Misha Laskin. For urgent matters, he ran to his father on the ship. I spent the night with my father, and at night the spring water broke the ice, and a great debauchery began. There was no communication with the city.

People think, and Vasya and I do.

“Come on,” we say, “let’s surprise our skipper and write the book without him.”

That's how they worked - they didn't have time to wipe their noses. The old book was intricate, handwritten, but let’s think about Misha and the mind will become light and a concept will appear. Three of us could not have understood this Pomeranian wisdom in two weeks, but the two of us copied it, copied it in nine days.

Verpakhovsky praised the work and said:

“Tomorrow the dignitaries will meet at the Naval Assembly, and I will show you your work.” And you will arrive there at noon.

The next day we run to the meeting, and Misha meets us:

- Guys, did I ruin the book?

- Misha, you are not a destroyer, you are a builder. Go with us.

In the Marine Assembly, the sedate people are sitting, and in front of them is our brand new book. Misha realized that the job was done and looked at us cheerfully.

The sedate Vorobyov, an old man with a menacing beard, said:

- Well done boys! Take at least small gifts from us.

The old man takes three patterned bone boxes from the table and gives them to Misha, me and Vasya. Each box contains a glittering gold piece. Misha turned pale and put the box on the table.

“Mr. sedate,” said Misha, “this book is the work of my comrades.” Wouldn't it be crazy for me to take a reward for someone else's work?

With these words Misha lashed us like a whip. Vasya twisted his mouth as if he had swallowed something very bitter. And I cried out with tears:

- Misha! How long have we become strangers to you? Misha, you have taken our joy away from us!...

Everyone is silent, looking at Misha. He stands straight as a statue. But from under his lowered eyelashes two tears flashed and slowly rolled down his cheeks.

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Boris Viktorovich

Misha Laskin

It was a long time ago when I was in school. I’m in a hurry to go home for dinner, and from someone else’s house an unfamiliar boy shouts to me:

- Hey, student! Come in for a minute! I come in and ask:

- What is your name?

- Misha Laskin.

- Do you live alone?

- No, I came to my aunt. She ran off to work and told me to have lunch. I can't have lunch alone. I'm used to being on a ship with my comrades. Sit down quickly and eat from the same cup with me!

At home I told him that I was visiting Misha Laskin. They tell me:

- Good morning! You call him to you. It is heard that his father went on a long voyage.

This is how I became friends with Misha.

Opposite our city the river is so wide that the other bank is barely visible. When the wind blows, waves with white crests roll down the river, as if gray horses are running with white manes.

One day Misha and I were sitting on the shore. The calm river reflected the red cloudy sunset. About half a dozen guys were putting oars into the boat.

The eldest of the boys shouted:

– Listen to my command! Everyone should be here in an hour. Now go get some bread. And they all left. Misha says:

- They were going across the river for the night. In the morning they will go fishing. And they won’t get home soon. Their stupid captain doesn’t understand that if the sky is red in the evening, then in the morning there will be a strong wind. If you talk, they won't listen. We need to hide the oars from them.

We took the oars from the boat and stuffed them under the pier, in the far corner, so that the mice couldn’t find them.

Misha correctly guessed the weather. The sea wind was blowing in the morning. The seagulls were screaming. The waves crashed noisily onto the shore. Yesterday's guys wandered through the sand, looking for oars.

Misha said to the older boy:

“If you could climb up to the other side at night and roar there until tomorrow.”

The boy says:

- We lost our oars.

Misha laughed:

- I hid the oars.

One day we went fishing. After the rain it was difficult to get down from the clay bank. Misha sat down to take off his shoes, I ran to the river. And meet Vasya Ershov. He drags the mast from the boat on his shoulder. I was not friends with him and I shout:

- Vasya Yorsh, where are you crawling?

He scooped up some clay with his free hand and blurted it out at me. And Misha is running from the mountain. Vasya thinks: “This one will fight” - and jumped off the path into the mud.

And Misha grabbed the end of Vasya’s mast and shouted:

- Why did you get into the mud, buddy? Let me help you.

He carried Vasya’s mast all the way to the top, to the level road. I was waiting for him and thought: “Misha is just looking to help someone with something.”

In the morning I took a wooden sailing boat of my own making and went to the Ershovs. I sat down on the porch. Vasya came out and looked at the boat.

I speak:

- This is for you.

He smiled and blushed. And I felt so happy, as if on a holiday.

One day my father was building a ship not far from the city, and Misha and I went to look at his work. At lunchtime, my father treated us to fish pies. He stroked Misha on the head and said:

- Eat, my darling.

Then he pours kvass into a ladle and serves it to Misha first:

- Drink, my beloved.

I always went to construction sites with Misha. But one day I thought: “I won’t take Misha today. I know how to talk to someone as well as he does.”

And he didn’t tell his comrade, one ran away.

The ship had already been launched. Can't get there without a boat. I shout from the shore to send a boat. My father glances at me while he and his assistants fasten the mast. And it’s like he doesn’t recognize me.

I screamed for a whole hour in vain. I was getting ready to go home. And suddenly Misha comes. Asks me:

- Why didn’t you come for me?

I haven’t had time to lie yet, and the boat is already sailing from the ship. Father saw that I was standing with Misha and sent for us.

On the ship, my father told me sternly and sadly:

– You ran away from Misha on the sly. You have offended a faithful comrade. Ask him for forgiveness and love him without cunning.

Misha wanted to decorate the place where ships are built. We started digging up rosehip bushes in the forest and planting them on the ship's shore. The next summer the garden began to bloom.

Misha Laskin loved to read and copied what he liked into a notebook. I drew pictures on the free pages, and we got a book. Vasya was also fascinated by the art of books: he wrote as if he were typing. We were amazed at the kind of albums Misha made from our painted sheets.

Books, writing, and drawing are a winter thing. In the summer our thoughts turned to fishing. The spring drops will whisper a little, and we’ll have a conversation: how we’ll sail to the islands, how we’ll fish and catch ducks.

We dreamed of a light boat. And such a boat showed up in a distant village, among Misha’s acquaintances. Misha himself went there, on his winter journey. The boat was not cheap, but the master liked Misha’s conversation, Misha’s desire and effort, and he not only lowered the price, but also made a concession: half the money now, half - at the beginning of navigation.

Our fathers considered this idea an expensive amusement, however, trusting Misha, they gave money for a deposit.

Vasya and I rejoiced, called Misha the helmsman and skipper, and swore that we would be obedient and helpful to him until death.

Just before the debauchery, the three of us went to the Fishery Museum. We admire the ship models, and Vasya says:

“Soon we will have a beautiful little boat!” Misha paused and said:

“One thing’s not nice: spending money on your fathers again.” I sighed too:

- Oh, if only we could earn money by writing and drawing!..

We did not notice that the founder of the museum, Verpakhovsky, was listening to the conversation. He comes up to us and says:

– Show me your writing and drawing. An hour later he was already looking at our homemade publications.

- Fabulous! I was just looking for such craftsmen. The Marine Collection now houses a rare book. It needs to be quickly copied and copied. For good work you will receive a good price.

And so we received a hundred-year-old, wise book for rewriting, entitled: “Maritime Knowledge and Skill.”

The book had three hundred pages. We were given two weeks. We figured that each of us would write ten pages a day. Three people will write thirty pages. This means that the correspondence can be completed in ten days.

Today, let's say, we allocated working hours for everyone, and the next day an opportunity befell Misha Laskin.

For urgent matters, he ran to his father on the ship. I spent the night with my father, and at night the spring water broke the ice, and a great debauchery began. There was no communication with the city.

Misha Laskin
Boris Shergin

Shergin Boris

Misha Laskin

Boris Viktorovich Shergin

Misha Laskin

It was a long time ago when I was in school. I’m in a hurry to go home for dinner, and from someone else’s house an unfamiliar boy shouts to me:

Hey student! Come in for a minute! I come in and ask:

What is your name?

Misha Laskin.

Do you live alone?

No, I came to my aunt. She ran off to work and told me to have lunch. I can't have lunch alone. I'm used to being on a ship with my comrades. Sit down quickly and eat from the same cup with me!

At home I told him that I was visiting Misha Laskin. They tell me:

Good morning! You call him to you. It is heard that his father went on a long voyage.

This is how I became friends with Misha.

Opposite our city the river is so wide that the other bank is barely visible. When the wind blows, waves with white crests roll down the river, as if gray horses are running with white manes.

One day Misha and I were sitting on the shore. The calm river reflected the red cloudy sunset. About half a dozen guys were putting oars into the boat.

The eldest of the boys shouted:

Listen to my command! Everyone should be here in an hour. Now go get some bread. And they all left. Misha says:

They were the ones who gathered across the river for the night. In the morning they will go fishing. And they won’t get home soon. Their stupid captain doesn’t understand that if the sky is red in the evening, then in the morning there will be a strong wind. If you talk, they won't listen. We need to hide the oars from them.

We took the oars from the boat and stuffed them under the pier, in the far corner, so that the mice couldn’t find them.

Misha correctly guessed the weather. The sea wind was blowing in the morning. The seagulls were screaming. The waves crashed noisily onto the shore. Yesterday's guys wandered through the sand, looking for oars.

Misha said to the older boy:

You would climb up to the other side at night and roar there until tomorrow.

The boy says:

We've lost our oars. Misha laughed:

I hid the oars.

One day we went fishing. After the rain it was difficult to get down from the clay bank. Misha sat down to take off his shoes, I ran to the river. And meet Vasya Ershov. He drags the mast from the boat on his shoulder. I was not friends with him and I shout:

Vasya Yorsh, where are you crawling?

He scooped up some clay with his free hand and blurted it out at me. And Misha is running from the mountain. Vasya thinks: “This one will fight” - and jumped off the path into the mud.

And Misha grabbed the end of Vasya’s mast and shouted:

Why did you get into the mud, my friend? Let me help you.

He carried Vasya’s mast all the way to the top, to the level road. I was waiting for him and thought: “Misha is just looking to help someone with something.”

In the morning I took a wooden sailing boat of my own making and went to the Ershovs. I sat down on the porch. Vasya came out and looked at the boat.

I speak:

This is for you.

He smiled and blushed. And I felt so happy, as if on a holiday.

One day my father was building a ship not far from the city, and Misha and I went to look at his work. At lunchtime, my father treated us to fish pies. He stroked Misha on the head and said:

Eat, my darling.

Then he pours kvass into a ladle and serves it to Misha first:

Drink, my beloved.

I always went to construction sites with Misha. But one day I thought: “I won’t take Misha today. I know how to talk to someone as well as he does.”

And he didn’t tell his comrade, one ran away.

The ship had already been launched. Can't get there without a boat. I shout from the shore to send a boat. My father glances at me while he and his assistants fasten the mast. And it’s like he doesn’t recognize me.

I screamed for a whole hour in vain. I was getting ready to go home. And suddenly Misha comes. Asks me:

Why didn't you come for me?

I haven’t had time to lie yet, and the boat is already sailing from the ship. Father saw that I was standing with Misha and sent for us.

On the ship, my father told me sternly and sadly:

You ran away from Misha on the sly. You have offended a faithful comrade. Ask him for forgiveness and love him without cunning.

Misha wanted to decorate the place where ships are built. We started digging up rosehip bushes in the forest and planting them on the ship's shore. The next summer the garden began to bloom.

Misha Laskin loved to read and copied what he liked into a notebook. I drew pictures on the free pages, and we got a book. Vasya was also fascinated by the art of books: he wrote as if he were typing. We were amazed at the kind of albums Misha made from our painted sheets.

Books, writing, and drawing are a winter thing. In the summer our thoughts turned to fishing. The spring drops will whisper a little, and we’ll have a conversation: how we’ll sail to the islands, how we’ll fish and catch ducks.

We dreamed of a light boat. And such a boat showed up in a distant village, among Misha’s acquaintances. Misha himself went there, on his winter journey. The boat was not cheap, but the master liked Misha’s conversation, Misha’s desire and effort, and he not only lowered the price, but also made a concession: half the money now, half at the start of navigation.

Our fathers considered this idea an expensive amusement, however, trusting Misha, they gave money for a deposit.

Vasya and I rejoiced, called Misha the helmsman and skipper, and swore that we would be obedient and helpful to him until death.

Just before the debauchery, the three of us went to the Fishery Museum. We admire the ship models, and Vasya says:

Soon we will have a beautiful boat! Misha paused and said:

One thing is not pretty: again making money on the fathers. I sighed too:

Oh, if only we could earn money by writing and drawing!..

We did not notice that the founder of the museum, Verpakhovsky, was listening to the conversation. He comes up to us and says:

Show me your writing and drawing. An hour later he was already looking at our homemade publications.

Fabulous! I was just looking for such craftsmen. The Marine Collection now houses a rare book. It needs to be quickly copied and copied. For good work you will receive a good price.

And so we received a hundred-year-old, wise book for rewriting, entitled: “Maritime Knowledge and Skill.”

The book had three hundred pages. We were given two weeks. We figured that each of us would write ten pages a day. Three people will write thirty pages. This means that the correspondence can be completed in ten days.

Today, let's say, we allocated working hours for everyone, and the next day an opportunity befell Misha Laskin.

For urgent matters, he ran to his father on the ship. I spent the night with my father, and at night the spring water broke the ice, and a great debauchery began. There was no communication with the city.

People think, and Vasya and I do.

Let's give our skipper a surprise, we say, and write the book without him.

That's how they worked - they didn't have time to wipe their noses. The old book was intricate, handwritten, but let's think about Misha - and the mind will become light and a concept will appear. Three of us could not have understood this nautical wisdom in two weeks, but the two of us copied it, copied it in nine days.

Verpakhovsky praised the work and said:

Tomorrow the dignitaries will meet at the Naval Assembly, and I will show you your work. And you will arrive there at noon.

The next day we ran to the meeting, and Misha met us:

Guys, did I ruin the book?

Misha, you are not a destroyer, you are a builder. Go with us.

In the Marine Assembly, the sedate people are sitting, and in front of them is our brand new book. Misha realized that the job was done and looked at us cheerfully.

The sedate Vorobyov, an old man with a menacing beard, said:

Well done boys! Take at least small gifts from us.

The old man takes three patterned bone boxes from the table and gives them to Misha, me and Vasya. Each box contains a glittering gold piece. Misha turned pale and put the box on the table.

“Mr. sedate,” said Misha, “this book is the work of my comrades.” Wouldn't it be crazy for me to take a reward for someone else's work?

With these words Misha lashed us like a whip. Vasya twisted his mouth as if he had swallowed something very bitter. And I cried out with tears:

Misha! How long have we become strangers to you? Misha, you took our joy away from us!

Everyone is silent, looking at Misha. He stands straight as a statue. But from under his lowered eyelashes two tears flashed and slowly rolled down his cheeks.

Elder Vorobyov took Misha’s box, put it in his hand, kissed all three of us and said:

It's bad weather outside, it's raining, but here we have a fragrant spring.

Many years have passed since then. I left my hometown a long time ago. But recently I received a letter from Mikhail Laskin. The letter contains dried rosehip petals.

An old friend writes to me:

“Our rose hips have grown widely, and when they bloom, the whole coast smells of roses.”

SHERGIN
Boris Viktorovich
Misha Laskin
It was a long time ago when I was in school. I’m in a hurry to go home for dinner, and from someone else’s house an unfamiliar boy shouts to me:
- Hey, student! Come in for a minute! I come in and ask:
- What is your name?
- Misha Laskin.
- Do you live alone?
- No, I came to my aunt. She ran off to work and told me to have lunch. I can't have lunch alone. I'm used to being on a ship with my comrades. Sit down quickly and eat from the same cup with me!
At home I told him that I was visiting Misha Laskin. They tell me:
- Good morning! You call him to you. It is heard that his father went on a long voyage.
This is how I became friends with Misha.
Opposite our city the river is so wide that the other bank is barely visible. When the wind blows, waves with white crests roll down the river, as if gray horses are running with white manes.
One day Misha and I were sitting on the shore. The calm river reflected the red cloudy sunset. About half a dozen guys were putting oars into the boat.
The eldest of the boys shouted:
– Listen to my command! Everyone should be here in an hour. Now go get some bread. And they all left. Misha says:
- They were going across the river for the night. In the morning they will go fishing. And they won’t get home soon. Their stupid captain doesn’t understand that if the sky is red in the evening, then in the morning there will be a strong wind. If you talk, they won't listen. We need to hide the oars from them.
We took the oars from the boat and stuffed them under the pier, in the far corner, so that the mice couldn’t find them.
Misha correctly guessed the weather. The sea wind was blowing in the morning. The seagulls were screaming. The waves crashed noisily onto the shore. Yesterday's guys wandered through the sand, looking for oars.
Misha said to the older boy:
“If you could climb up to the other side at night and roar there until tomorrow.”
The boy says:
- We lost our oars.
Misha laughed:
- I hid the oars.
One day we went fishing. After the rain it was difficult to get down from the clay bank. Misha sat down to take off his shoes, I ran to the river. And meet Vasya Ershov. He drags the mast from the boat on his shoulder. I was not friends with him and I shout:
- Vasya Yorsh, where are you crawling?
He scooped up some clay with his free hand and blurted it out at me. And Misha is running from the mountain. Vasya thinks: “This one will fight” - and jumped off the path into the mud.
And Misha grabbed the end of Vasya’s mast and shouted:
- Why did you get into the mud, buddy? Let me help you.
He carried Vasya’s mast all the way to the top, to the level road. I was waiting for him and thought: “Misha is just looking to help someone with something.”
In the morning I took a wooden sailing boat of my own making and went to the Ershovs. I sat down on the porch. Vasya came out and looked at the boat.
I speak:
- This is for you.
He smiled and blushed. And I felt so happy, as if on a holiday.
One day my father was building a ship not far from the city, and Misha and I went to look at his work. At lunchtime, my father treated us to fish pies. He stroked Misha on the head and said:
- Eat, my darling.
Then he pours kvass into a ladle and serves it to Misha first:
- Drink, my beloved.
I always went to construction sites with Misha. But one day I thought: “I won’t take Misha today. I know how to talk to someone as well as he does.”
And he didn’t tell his comrade, one ran away.
The ship had already been launched. Can't get there without a boat. I shout from the shore to send a boat. My father glances at me while he and his assistants fasten the mast. And it’s like he doesn’t recognize me.
I screamed for a whole hour in vain. I was getting ready to go home. And suddenly Misha comes. Asks me:
- Why didn’t you come for me?
I haven’t had time to lie yet, and the boat is already sailing from the ship. Father saw that I was standing with Misha and sent for us.
On the ship, my father told me sternly and sadly:
– You ran away from Misha on the sly. You have offended a faithful comrade. Ask him for forgiveness and love him without cunning.
Misha wanted to decorate the place where ships are built. We started digging up rosehip bushes in the forest and planting them on the ship's shore. The next summer the garden began to bloom.
Misha Laskin loved to read and copied what he liked into a notebook. I drew pictures on the free pages, and we got a book. Vasya was also fascinated by the art of books: he wrote as if he were typing. We were amazed at the kind of albums Misha made from our painted sheets.
Books, writing, and drawing are a winter thing. In the summer our thoughts turned to fishing. The spring drops will whisper a little, and we’ll have a conversation: how we’ll sail to the islands, how we’ll fish and catch ducks.
We dreamed of a light boat. And such a boat showed up in a distant village, among Misha’s acquaintances. Misha himself went there, on his winter journey. The boat was not cheap, but the master liked Misha’s conversation, Misha’s desire and effort, and he not only lowered the price, but also made a concession: half the money now, half - at the beginning of navigation.
Our fathers considered this idea an expensive amusement, however, trusting Misha, they gave money for a deposit.
Vasya and I rejoiced, called Misha the helmsman and skipper, and swore that we would be obedient and helpful to him until death.
Just before the debauchery, the three of us went to the Fishery Museum. We admire the ship models, and Vasya says:
“Soon we will have a beautiful little boat!” Misha paused and said:
“One thing’s not nice: spending money on your fathers again.” I sighed too:
- Oh, if only we could earn money by writing and drawing!..
We did not notice that the founder of the museum, Verpakhovsky, was listening to the conversation. He comes up to us and says:
– Show me your writing and drawing. An hour later he was already looking at our homemade publications.
- Fabulous! I was just looking for such craftsmen. The Marine Collection now houses a rare book. It needs to be quickly copied and copied. For good work you will receive a good price.
And so we received a hundred-year-old, wise book for rewriting, entitled: “Maritime Knowledge and Skill.”
The book had three hundred pages. We were given two weeks. We figured that each of us would write ten pages a day. Three people will write thirty pages. This means that the correspondence can be completed in ten days.
Today, let's say, we allocated working hours for everyone, and the next day an opportunity befell Misha Laskin.
For urgent matters, he ran to his father on the ship. I spent the night with my father, and at night the spring water broke the ice, and a great debauchery began. There was no communication with the city.
People think, and Vasya and I do.
“Come on,” we say, “let’s surprise our skipper and write the book without him.”
That's how they worked - they didn't have time to wipe their noses. The old book was intricate, handwritten, but let’s think about Misha and the mind will become light and a concept will appear. Three of us could not have understood this nautical wisdom in two weeks, but the two of us copied it, copied it in nine days.
Verpakhovsky praised the work and said:
“Tomorrow the dignitaries will meet at the Naval Assembly, and I will show you your work.” And you will arrive there at noon.
The next day we ran to the meeting, and Misha met us:
- Guys, did I ruin the book?
- Misha, you are not a destroyer, you are a builder. Go with us.
In the Marine Assembly, the sedate people are sitting, and in front of them is our brand new book. Misha realized that the job was done and looked at us cheerfully.
The sedate Vorobyov, an old man with a menacing beard, said:
- Well done boys! Take at least small gifts from us.
The old man takes three patterned bone boxes from the table and gives them to Misha, me and Vasya. Each box contains a glittering gold piece. Misha turned pale and put the box on the table.
“Mr. sedate,” said Misha, “this book is the work of my comrades.” Wouldn't it be crazy for me to take a reward for someone else's work?
With these words Misha lashed us like a whip. Vasya twisted his mouth as if he had swallowed something very bitter. And I cried out with tears:
- Misha! How long have we become strangers to you? Misha, you took our joy away from us!
Everyone is silent, looking at Misha. He stands straight as a statue. But from under his lowered eyelashes two tears flashed and slowly rolled down his cheeks.
Elder Vorobyov took Misha’s box, put it in his hand, kissed all three of us and said:
“It’s bad weather outside, it’s raining, but here we have a fragrant spring.”
Many years have passed since then. I left my hometown a long time ago. But recently I received a letter from Mikhail Laskin. The letter contains dried rosehip petals.
An old friend writes to me:
“Our rose hips have grown widely, and when they bloom, the whole coast smells of roses.”