M prishvin bear musician summary. Little Stories: Musician

There lived an old man and an old woman. They had two sons. The eldest's name was Toivo-non-smile. He was good, hard-working, but very gloomy. He never laughs, never sings, he knows one thing - he smokes a pipe and puffs. He catches fish on the lake - he is silent, he makes skis - he is silent. That's what he was like, Toivo the unsmiling... And the youngest was called Matti the merry fellow. He was a good guy. He works - sings songs, talks - laughs merrily. He also knew how to play the kantele. As soon as the strings begin to pluck, as soon as the dance song begins to play, no one can resist, the legs naturally begin to dance. That's what he was like, Matti the merry fellow...
Once Toivo-Neulima went to the forest to buy firewood. He took the sleigh aside, chose a good pine tree and started cutting it down. There was a knocking and crackling sound through the forest. And near that pine Bear Den was. The owner-bear woke up.
- Who’s knocking and not letting me sleep?
He got out of the den and looked: a guy was cutting down a pine tree - chips were flying in all directions! His hat reaches his eyebrows, his eyebrows are raised, he is silent and puffs on his pipe.
Wow, the bear is angry!
- Why are you knocking in my forest and not letting me sleep? Ugh, ugh - you spoil the forest air with tobacco! Out!
Yes, how can the guy get enough of his paw? Only the jacket crackled.
Toivo dropped the ax, rolled in the snow, somersaulted right into the sleigh and fell. The horse jerked, the sleigh rushed through the snowdrifts, over stumps, across clearings and took Toivo out of the forest.
That's how it was!
Toivo the Unsmiling arrived home - no firewood, no axe, his jacket was torn and he was barely alive.
Well, what can you do?
But we need firewood, there’s nothing to heat the stove with. So Matti the merry fellow went to the forest.
He took the kantele in his hands, got into the sleigh and drove off. He drives, plays and sings a song.
Matti the merry fellow arrives in the forest and sees: there is a pine tree, all the bark is in wounds, and an ax lies next to it in the snow.
- Ege, it was Toivo who chopped it here.
He took the sleigh aside, raised the ax, set out to chop down a pine tree, and then changed his mind.
- Let me play the kantele first - the work will be more fun.
That's what he was, Matti the merry fellow!
He sat down on a tree stump and started playing. A ringing sound went through the forest.
The owner-bear woke up.
- Who is that ringing that tickles my ears?
He crawled out of the den and saw a guy playing the kantele, a hat on the back of his head, round eyebrows, cheerful eyes, and himself singing a song.
The legs were asked to dance.
The bear danced and roared:
- Wow, wow, wow, wow!
The kantele fell silent.
The bear took a breath and said:
- Hey, guy, teach me how to play the kantele. If only my cubs could dance!
“It’s possible,” says Matti the merry fellow, “why not teach.”
He put the kantele in the bear's paws. And the bear has thick paws, he hits the strings, oh, how badly he plays!
“No,” says Matti, “you play poorly!” You need to make your paws thinner.
He led the bear to a thick spruce tree, split it with an ax and inserted a wedge into the crack.
- Come on, master, put your paws in the gap and hold it until I say so.
The bear put his paws into the gap, and Mattie hit the wedge with an ax. The wedge flew out, and the bear's paws were pinched. The bear roared, and Matti the merry fellow laughed:
- Be patient, be patient, until the paws become thinner. Without flour there is no science.
“I don’t want to play,” the bear roars. - Well, you and your kantele, let me go home!
-Are you going to scare people? Are you going to drive me out of the forest? “I won’t,” the bear roars. - Let go!
Mattie drove the wedge into the crack again, pulled out the bear's paws and quickly went home.
And Matti the merry fellow chopped a sleigh full of pine firewood, took the kantele in his hands and rode out of the forest. He rides and sings a song. Here he is, Matti the funny fellow!
Since then, people began to go to the forest for firewood without fear.

Still, it’s nice to read the fairy tale “The Bear” by M. M. Prishvin, even for adults, you immediately remember your childhood, and again, like a little one, you empathize with the heroes and rejoice with them. Rivers, trees, animals, birds - everything comes to life, is filled with living colors, helps the heroes of the work in gratitude for their kindness and affection. The dialogues of the characters are often touching; they are full of kindness, kindness, directness, and with their help a different picture of reality emerges. How clearly the superiority of the positive heroes over the negative ones is depicted, how lively and bright we see the former and the petty ones - the latter. Tens, hundreds of years separate us from the time of creation of the work, but the problems and morals of people remain the same, practically unchanged. All heroes were “honed” by the experience of the people, who for centuries created, strengthened and transformed them, paying great and deep importance to children’s education. Charm, admiration and indescribable inner joy produce the pictures drawn by our imagination when reading such works. The fairy tale “The Bear” by Prishvin M. M. can be read for free online countless times without losing love and desire for this creation.

Many people think that if you just go into the forest, where there are a lot of bears, they will pounce and eat you, and all that will be left of the goat are the legs and horns. This is so untrue!
Bears, like any animal, walk through the forest with great caution and, when they smell a person, they run away from him so much that not only the whole animal, but you won’t even see a glimpse of its tail.
Once in the north they showed me a place where there were a lot of bears. This place was in the upper reaches of the Koda River, which flows into Pinega. I didn’t want to kill the bear at all, and it wasn’t the time to hunt for it: they hunt in winter, but I came to Koda in early spring, when the bears had already left their dens.
I really wanted to catch the bear eating, somewhere in a clearing, or fishing on the river bank, or on vacation. Having a weapon just in case, I tried to walk through the forest as carefully as animals, hiding near warm tracks; more than once it seemed to me that I even smelled a bear... But no matter how much I walked, I was never able to meet the bear itself.
It finally happened that my patience ran out, and the time had come for me to leave. I headed to the place where I had hidden the boat and food. Suddenly I see: the big spruce paw in front of me trembled and swayed on its own. “Some kind of animal,” I thought.
Taking my bags, I got into the boat and sailed away. And just opposite the place where I got into the boat, on the other bank, very steep and high, a commercial hunter lived in a small hut. After about an hour or two, this hunter rode his boat down the Koda, caught up with me and found me in that hut halfway where everyone stops.
It was he who told me that from his shore he saw a bear, how it flew out of the taiga just opposite the place from where I went to my boat. It was then that I remembered how, in complete calm, the spruce legs swayed in front of me.
I felt annoyed with myself for making noise to the bear. But the hunter also told me that the bear not only escaped my sight, but also laughed at me... It turns out that he ran very close to me, hid behind the turnout and from there, standing on his hind legs, watched me: and how I came out out of the forest, and how he got into the boat and swam away. And then, when I closed myself off to him, he climbed a tree and watched me for a long time as I descended the Code.
“So long,” said the hunter, “that I got tired of watching and went to the hut to drink tea.”
I was annoyed that the bear laughed at me. But it’s even more annoying when different talkers scare children forest animals and they represent them in such a way that if you show up in the forest without weapons, they will leave you with only horns and legs.

The old safecracker was sitting on the rubble and playing the violin. He loved music very much and tried to learn to play himself. He did poorly, but the old man was pleased that he had his own music. A collective farmer I knew passed by and said to the old man:
- Drop your violin and grab your gun. You're doing better with your gun. I just saw a bear in the forest.
The old man put down his violin and asked the collective farmer where he had seen the bear. He took the gun and went into the forest.
The old man searched for the bear for a long time in the forest, but did not even find a trace of it.
The old man got tired and sat down on a tree stump to rest.
It was quiet in the forest. Not a twig will crack anywhere, not a bird will give a voice. Suddenly the old man heard: “Zenn!..” Such a beautiful sound, like a string singing.
A little later again: “Zenn!..”
The old man was surprised:
“Who is that playing the string in the forest?”
And from the forest again: “Zenn!..” - so loudly, affectionately.
The old man stood up from the stump and carefully walked towards where the sound was heard. The sound was heard from the edge of the forest.
The old man crept up from behind the Christmas tree and saw: at the edge of the forest, a tree broken by a thunderstorm, with long splinters sticking out of it. And a bear sits under a tree, grabbing one sliver of wood with its paw. The bear pulled the sliver towards him and let it go. The sliver straightened up, trembled, and in the air there was a sound: “Zenn!..” - like a string singing.
The bear bowed his head and listens.
The old man listens too: the sliver sings well.
The sound stopped, and the bear did his thing again: he pulled back the sliver and let it go.
In the evening, a collective farmer I knew once again passed by the safecracker’s hut. The old man was again sitting on the rubble with the violin. He plucked one string with his finger, and the string quietly sang: “Dzinn!..”
The collective farmer asked the old man:
- Well, did you kill the bear?
“No,” answered the old man.
- What’s so?
- How can we shoot at him when he is a musician like me?
And the old man told the collective farmer how the bear played on a tree split by a thunderstorm.

Many people think that you can only go into the forest, where there are a lot of bears, and so they will pounce and eat you, and all that will be left of the goat are legs and horns. This is so untrue!
Bears, like any animal, walk through the forest with great caution and, when they smell a person, they run away from him so much that not only the entire animal, but not even a glimpse of its tail.
Once in the North they showed me a place where there were a lot of bears. This place was in the upper reaches of the Koda River, which flows into Pinega. I didn’t want to kill the bear at all, and it was not the time to hunt for it: they hunt in winter, but I came to Koda in early spring, when the bears had already left their dens.
I really wanted to catch the bear eating, somewhere in a clearing, or fishing on the river bank, or on vacation. Having a weapon just in case, I tried to walk through the forest as carefully as animals, hiding near warm tracks; more than once it seemed to me that I even smelled a bear... But no matter how much I walked, I was never able to meet the bear itself that time.
It finally happened, my patience ran out, and the time had come for me to leave. I headed to the place where I had hidden the boat and food. Suddenly I see: the big spruce paw in front of me trembled and swayed on its own.
“Some kind of animal,” I thought.
Taking my bags, I got into the boat and sailed away.
And just opposite the place where I got into the boat, on the other bank, very steep and high, a commercial hunter lived in a small hut. After about an hour or two, this hunter rode his boat down the Koda, caught up with me and found me in that hut halfway where everyone stops. The Bear
It was he who told me that from his shore he saw a bear, how it flew out of the taiga just opposite the place from where I went to my boat. It was then that I remembered how, in complete calm, the spruce legs swayed in front of me.
I felt annoyed with myself for making noise to the bear. But the hunter also told me that the bear not only escaped my sight, but also laughed at me... It turns out that he ran very close to me, hid behind the turnout and from there, standing on his hind legs, watched me: and how I came out out of the forest, and how he got into the boat and swam away. And then, when I closed myself off to him, he climbed a tree and watched me for a long time as I descended the Code.
“So long,” said the hunter, “that I got tired of watching and went to the hut to drink tea.”
I was annoyed that the bear laughed at me. But it’s even more annoying when various talkers scare children with forest animals and imagine them in such a way that if you show up in the forest without a weapon, they will leave you with only horns and legs.

Many people think that you can only go into the forest, where there are a lot of bears, and so they will pounce and eat you, and all that will be left of the goat are legs and horns.

This is so untrue!

Bears, like any animal, walk through the forest with great caution, and, when they smell a person, they run away from him so much that not only the whole animal, but you won’t even see a glimpse of its tail.

Once in the north they showed me a place where there were a lot of bears. This place was in the upper reaches of the Koda River, which flows into Pinega. I didn’t want to kill the bear at all, and it wasn’t the time to hunt for it: they hunt in winter, but I came to Koda in early spring, when the bears had already left their dens.

I really wanted to catch the bear eating, somewhere in a clearing, or fishing on the river bank, or on vacation. Having a weapon just in case, I tried to walk through the forest as carefully as animals, hiding near warm tracks; more than once it seemed to me that I even smelled a bear... But this time, no matter how much I walked, I was never able to meet the bear itself.

It finally happened, my patience ran out, and the time had come for me to leave.

I headed to the place where I had hidden the boat and food.

Suddenly I see: a large spruce paw in front of me trembled and swayed.

“Some kind of animal,” I thought.

Taking my bags, I got into the boat and sailed away.

And just opposite the place where I got into the boat, on the other bank, very steep and high, a commercial hunter lived in a small hut.

After about an hour or two, this hunter rode his boat down the Koda, caught up with me and found me in that hut halfway where everyone stops.

It was he who told me that from his shore he saw a bear, how it flew out of the taiga just opposite the place from where I went to my boat.

It was then that I remembered how, in complete calm, the spruce legs swayed in front of me.

I felt annoyed with myself for making noise to the bear. But the hunter also told me that the bear not only escaped my sight, but also laughed at me... It turns out that he ran very close to me, hid behind the turnout and from there, standing on his hind legs, watched me: and how I came out of the forest, and how I got into the boat and swam. And then, when I closed myself off to him, he climbed a tree and watched me for a long time as I descended the Code.

“So long,” said the hunter, “that I got tired of watching and went to the hut to drink tea.”

I was annoyed that the bear laughed at me.

But it’s even more annoying when various talkers scare children with forest animals and imagine them in such a way that if you show up in the forest without a weapon, they will leave you with only horns and legs.