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Irina Pivovarova
What is my head thinking?

Magic Wand of Talent

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For twenty years now, a narrow-necked transparent glass bottle the size of a little finger has been standing on my table. Inside it was a white-bearded gnome wearing round wire glasses and a pointed red cap. How did he get there? It is impossible for even a tiny gnome to enter or exit through the narrow neck. The gnome looks at me through the glass wall of the bottle and seems to wink slyly.

“Have you forgotten,” he seems to say, “that we gnomes are wizards?” If we can come to you from a fairy tale and return back, then what do we need a bottle of?

But I don’t live in a fairy tale, but in an ordinary world, and I’m simply tormented by the question: how did the gnome manage to get into the bottle?

This funny toy was given to me by Irina Pivovarova, a writer of amazing, magical talent. Reading her books, I keep asking myself: how do we manage to turn our everyday life into an exciting fairy tale? Irina Pivovarova’s talent is akin to magic and, like that gnome in a bottle, remains a mystery.

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The book “Stories of Lucy Sinitsina, a third grade student” develops as naturally as the eventful days of a little girl. They flow and flow, and it seems that every minute, any most insignificant meeting can turn into a fascinating story. The girl's imagination is inexhaustible. Lyusya Sinitsyna is a lively, restless person. But all the stories that happen to her happen to each of us almost every day. We either don’t notice them at all, or don’t pay attention, but for her everything turns into an extraordinary adventure. Yes, if you look at the world with open eyes and everything is interesting to you, then life becomes not boring, colored with bright colors.

Lucky little Lyusa Sinitsyna and her friend. The wonderful writer Irina Pivovarova decided to tell their life. She, like a sorceress, not only wrote books, but seemed to create her poems and stories from the air, sunlight, summer greenery, weightless winter snowflakes and the twinkling of night stars. Here's how she herself talked about it in one poem:

I'm a magic wand
I'll spend it quietly
White and clean
A sheet of paper.
And they will bloom on the leaf
Magic flowers.
Nowhere, nowhere in the world
You won't meet anyone like that.
I take the wand again
Magic, and here we go
Magic city with towers
Gets up purple
And wizards live in it
In raincoats and boots.
Quietly the bells
The hubcaps are ringing.

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First, I read the entire book in one gulp, without stopping. Laughed. I was sad. I was surprised. Worried. I was happy. He frowned. I was upset. And I felt happy, as if I had met many people that were interesting to me. Then he began to re-read the book, slowly leafing through it from story to story, from story to story. And I kept wondering how Irina Pivovarova managed to captivate me, an adult, even a gray-haired man, with the life and adventures of little girls? They turned into my close and dear acquaintances, as if we had been living in the same house for a long time, meeting in the yard, sitting on a bench and talking about this and that. I even began to look at everyone I met through the eyes of Lucy Sinitsina and see something that I had not noticed before. Now I could also tell many stories about those of my neighbors who previously seemed to me to be quite ordinary people.

And I began to peer into the lines and words of Irina Pivovarova’s book. I looked at it, read it, and realized that I could also tell something about the magical skill of the writer. The magic wand of her art became visible to me.

How would I imagine two girl friends if there were no drawings in the book? And listen to their conversation. One or two words, phrase after phrase - and suddenly not only characters, but also appearance miraculously appear. Sticking braids or a tousled mane of hair, a cocky nose, obstinately knitted short eyebrows and the clear, wide-open eyes of a naively sincere person. Here are both Lucies, one of whom is learning to play the violin, and the other is learning to play the piano, arguing which instrument is better. They argue heatedly, childishly and at the same time slyly:

“- The violin is small, you can hang it on the wall. Try hanging a piano on the wall!

- But you can do lessons on the piano.

- But on the violin you can pull the strings!

– But on the piano you can play like a daughter and mother!

- But you can swing a violin!

- But you can crack nuts on the piano!

“But you can drive away flies with a violin!”

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The writer not only knows and feels her little heroines, but lives their lives. Every word, every deed or movement of the soul is absolutely reliable. You begin to think that these are not fictitious stories and short stories, but a true biography of Irina Pivovarova herself. Autobiographical notes or, more precisely, pages from the diary of a ten-year-old girl, taken out of a distant, secret drawer of childhood.

Pivovarova herself reveals the secret of her creativity in the story “Secrets”. She creates art from everything that surrounds each of us, from the simplest things and events. You can take:

« … stone,

fragment of a plate,

bird feather,

Maybe real candy.

Maybe elderberry

dry beetle.

Yes, you can also have a button if it’s shiny.”

Simple, right? It seems that the words in Irina Pivovarova’s stories come together by themselves. In fact, it is a virtuoso writing skill, multiplied by the artist’s talent and sense of words, sensitive hearing, and keen vision. Here are just a few gems scattered throughout the book, found on almost every page. At the same time, Irina Pivovarova does not flaunt her ability to create poetic metaphors. She looks at the world through the eyes of a child:

“...dust danced in the bright rays of the sun... And above all this hung the sky... Terribly large. Huge."

Only children see this way.

“Sparrows were chattering on the branches” and almost nearby: “...sparrows were screaming in the trees.”

“...the top of my head became hot, like a stove,” but here is almost the same metaphor, but in a different way: “Something terrible was happening to my ears. They made my whole head feel hot..."

“Tears fell from my eyes and quietly hit the black lid of the desk.” So you see the unfortunate Lyuska, crying bitterly, but silently. And I feel so sorry for her at this moment!

But the same Lucy poured half a bottle of her mother’s perfume onto the pillow: “The pillow smelled deafeningly.”

And how accurately, in one word, the touch of a porcelain toy pig is conveyed: “...kissed the cold flowers.”

It's hard to stop. I just want to snatch out scraps of phrases and constellations, inflorescences of words, sparkling like colored pieces of glass in children’s “secrets”. Well, one last thing: the dog “smelled so good like a dog”!

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Irina Pivovarova wrote wonderful poems. She is a real poet, and the poet is very precise in his prose. Stingy with words. The girls are talking on the phone. Just a few words, and the intrigue of a small episode begins, the spring of action, tense, almost detective, is compressed to the limit. The girl skillfully and naturally warms up her friend’s interest:

“-Lucy, hello! What are you doing?

- Hello, Lucy, I’m not doing anything. What are you doing?

- Yes, I came up with one thing.

- I won’t tell you, otherwise you’ll talk.

- Well, tell me, Lucy! Honestly, I won’t blab!

- Fair-honest?

- Honest, most honest!

- Swear it.

- I swear!

- Well, okay, I'll tell you tomorrow.

- And now?

- I can’t now. Parents will listen.

- And you whisper...

It’s tempting to turn a few pages and find out what the little inventor is up to. It’s hard to even imagine how poor Lyuska Kositsyna waited until morning.

The life of two girls is full, varied, eventful. Every day brings sorrows, joys, surprises, discoveries. Cheerful, but sometimes very sad, because the life of a ten-year-old person is just as difficult, filled with thoughts, losses, bitter resentment of unrequited love, as that of an adult.

Lyusya Sinitsyna will grow up and will probably remain an interesting person who is not indifferent to life.

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Lyuska for the first time, unexpectedly for herself, composed poetry:

What a blue sky
And the snow falls
Let's go with Kolya Lykov
Today we're going to the skating rink.
And the ice sparkled beneath us,
We laughed - hee hee,
And we ran across the ice,
Agile and light.

I read these unassuming, inept lines and imagine how, many years later, maybe this very girl will compose the following lines:

Magic city with towers
Gets up purple
And wizards live in it
In raincoats and boots.
Quietly the bells
The hubcaps are ringing.
And in the sky they immediately shine
And the stars and the sunset...

Leonid Yakhnin

Stories

About my friend and a little about me

Our yard was large. There were a lot of different children walking in our yard - both boys and girls. But most of all I loved Lyuska. She was my friend. She and I lived in neighboring apartments, and at school we sat at the same desk.

My friend Lyuska had straight yellow hair. And she had eyes!.. You probably won’t believe what kind of eyes she had. One eye is green, like grass. And the other one is completely yellow, with brown spots!

And my eyes were kind of gray. Well, just gray, that's all. Completely uninteresting eyes! And my hair was stupid - curly and short. And huge freckles on my nose. And in general, everything with Lyuska was better than with me. Only I was taller.

I was terribly proud of it. I really liked it when people called us “Big Lyuska” and “Little Lyuska” in the yard.

And suddenly Lyuska grew up. And it became unclear which of us is big and which is small.

And then she grew another half head.

Well, that was too much! I was offended by her, and we stopped walking together in the yard. At school, I didn’t look in her direction, and she didn’t look in mine, and everyone was very surprised and said: “A black cat ran between the Lyuskas” - and pestered us about why we had quarreled.

After school, I no longer went out into the yard. There was nothing for me to do there.

I wandered around the house and found no place for myself. To make things less boring, I secretly watched from behind the curtain as Lyuska played rounders with Pavlik, Petka and the Karmanov brothers.

At lunch and dinner I now asked for more. I choked and ate everything... Every day I pressed the back of my head against the wall and marked my height on it with a red pencil. But strange thing! It turned out that not only was I not growing, but, on the contrary, I had even decreased by almost two millimeters!

And then summer came, and I went to a pioneer camp.

In the camp, I kept remembering Lyuska and missing her.

And I wrote her a letter:

“Hello, Lucy!

How are you? I'm doing well. We have a lot of fun at camp. The Vorya river flows next to us. The water there is blue-blue! And there are shells on the shore. I found a very beautiful shell for you. It is round and with stripes. You'll probably find it useful. Lucy, if you want, let's be friends again. Let them now call you big and me small. I still agree. Please write me the answer.

Pioneer greetings!

Lyusya Sinitsyna»

I waited a whole week for an answer. I kept thinking: what if she doesn’t write to me? What if she never wants to be friends with me again?.. And when a letter finally arrived from Lyuska, I was so happy that my hands even shook a little.

The letter said this:

“Hello, Lucy!

Thank you, I'm doing well. Yesterday my mother bought me wonderful slippers with white piping. I also have a new big ball, you'll really get pumped! Come quickly, otherwise Pavlik and Petka are such fools, it’s no fun to be with them! Be careful not to lose the shell.

With pioneer salute!

Lyusya Kositsyna»

That day I carried Lyuska’s blue envelope with me until the evening. I told everyone what a wonderful friend I have in Moscow, Lyuska.

And when I returned from the camp, Lyuska and my parents met me at the station. She and I rushed to hug... And then it turned out that I had outgrown Lyuska by a whole head.

"Secrets"

Do you know how to make secrets?

If you don't know how, I'll teach you.

Take a clean piece of glass and dig a hole in the ground. Place a candy wrapper in the hole, and on the candy wrapper - everything that is beautiful.

You can put a stone

fragment of a plate,

bird feather,

ball (can be glass, can be metal).

You can use an acorn or an acorn cap.

You can use a multi-colored shred.

You can have a flower, a leaf, or even just grass.

Maybe real candy.

You can have elderberry, dry beetle.

You can even use an eraser if it’s pretty.

Yes, you can also add a button if it’s shiny.

Here you go. Did you put it in?

Now cover it all with glass and cover it with earth. And then slowly clear away the soil with your finger and look into the hole... You know how beautiful it will be! I made a secret, remembered the place and left.

The next day my “secret” was gone. Someone dug it up. Some kind of hooligan.

I made a “secret” in another place. And they dug it up again!

Then I decided to track down who was involved in this matter... And of course, this person turned out to be Pavlik Ivanov, who else?!

Then I made a “secret” again and put a note in it: “Pavlik Ivanov, you are a fool and a hooligan.”

An hour later the note was gone. Pavlik did not look me in the eye.

- Well, did you read it? – I asked Pavlik.

“I haven’t read anything,” said Pavlik. - You yourself are a fool.

Composition

One day we were told to write an essay in class on the topic “I help my mother.”

I took a pen and began to write:

"I always help my mom. I sweep the floor and wash the dishes. Sometimes I wash handkerchiefs.”

I didn't know what to write anymore. I looked at Lyuska. She scribbled in her notebook.

Then I remembered that I washed my stockings once, and wrote:

“I also wash stockings and socks.”

I didn’t really know what to write anymore. But you can’t submit such a short essay!

Then I wrote:

“I also wash T-shirts, shirts and underpants.”

I looked around. Everyone wrote and wrote. I wonder what they write about? You might think that they help their mother from morning to night!

And the lesson did not end. And I had to continue:

“I also wash dresses, mine and my mother’s, napkins and bedspreads.”

And the lesson did not end and did not end. And I wrote:

“I also like to wash curtains and tablecloths.”

And then the bell finally rang!

...They gave me a high five. The teacher read my essay out loud. She said that she liked my essay the most. And that she will read it at the parent meeting.

I really asked my mother not to go to the parent meeting. I said that my throat hurts. But mom told dad to give me hot milk with honey and went to school.

The next morning at breakfast the following conversation took place.

Mother. And you know, Syoma, it turns out that our daughter writes essays wonderfully!

Dad. This doesn't surprise me. She was always good at composing.

Mother. No, really! I am not kidding! Vera Evstigneevna praises her. She was very pleased that our daughter loves to wash curtains and tablecloths.

Dad. Wha-oh?!

Mother. Really, Syoma, this is wonderful? - Addressing me: - Why have you never admitted this to me before?

“I was shy,” I said. “I thought you wouldn’t let me.”

- Well, what are you talking about! - Mom said. – Don’t be shy, please! Wash our curtains today. It's good that I don't have to drag them to the laundry!

I rolled my eyes. The curtains were huge. Ten times I could wrap myself in them! But it was too late to retreat.

I washed the curtains piece by piece. While I was soaping one piece, the other was completely blurry. I'm just exhausted with these pieces! Then I rinsed the bathroom curtains bit by bit. When I finished squeezing one piece, water from neighboring pieces was poured into it again.

Then I climbed onto a stool and began hanging the curtains on the rope.

Well, that was the worst! While I was pulling one piece of curtain onto the rope, another fell to the floor. And in the end, the whole curtain fell to the floor, and I fell onto it from the stool.

I became completely wet - at least squeeze it out!

The curtain had to be dragged into the bathroom again. But the kitchen floor sparkled like new.

Water poured out of the curtains all day.

I put all the pots and pans we had under the curtains. Then she put the kettle, three bottles and all the cups and saucers on the floor. But water still flooded the kitchen.

Oddly enough, my mother was pleased.

– You washed the curtains wonderfully! - Mom said, walking around the kitchen in galoshes. “I didn’t know you were so capable!” Tomorrow you will wash the tablecloth...

Strange boy

Pavlik and Petka are always arguing. It's just funny to look at them!

Yesterday Pavlik asked Petka:

– Have you watched “Prisoner of the Caucasus”?

“I looked,” Petka answers, but he himself was already wary.

“Is it true,” Pavlik says then, “Nikulin is the best film actor in the world?”

- Nothing like this! - says Petka. - Not Nikulin, but Morgunov!

- What more! – Pavlik began to get angry. - Your Morgunov is as thick as a barrel!

- So what?! - Petka shouted. - But your Nikulin is as skinny as a skeleton!

– Is this Nikulin’s skeleton?! - Pavlik yelled. “I’ll show you now what Nikulin’s skeleton is like!”

And he was already attacking Petka with his fists, but then a strange event happened.

A long, blond boy jumped out of the sixth entrance and headed towards us. He came up, looked at us and suddenly, out of the blue, said:

- Hello.

We were, of course, surprised. Just think, a polite one has been found!

Pavlik and Petka even stopped arguing.

“There are all kinds of people walking around here,” said Pavlik. - Let's go, Pete, let's play little squealer.

And they left. And this boy says:

- Now I will live in your yard. Here in this house.

Just think, let him live, we don’t mind!

-Are you going to play hide and seek? – I ask him.

-Who will drive? C'mon, not me!

And Lyuska immediately:

- C'mon, not me!

And we immediately told him:

- You should drive.

- That's good. I love to drive.

And he already covers his eyes with his hands.

- No, that’s not interesting! Why are you suddenly going to drive? Every fool loves to drive! Let's better take it into account.

The cuckoo walked past the net,
And behind her are small children,
Everyone shouted: “Kukuk-mak,
Choose which fist!”

And again it fell to him to drive. He says:

- You see, I still have to drive.

“Well, no,” I say. - I won’t play like that. He just showed up - and he should drive right away!

- Well, you drive.

And Lyuska immediately:

- Nothing like this! I've wanted to drive for a long time!

And then we started arguing in the whole yard about who should drive. And he stands and smiles.

- You know what? Let you both drive, and I will hide alone.

That's what we did.

Pavlik and Petka returned.

-What are you doing? - they were surprised.

– Both at once?! You can’t even be forced to drive alone. What's wrong with you?

“Well,” we say, “that new guy came up with all this.”

Pavlik and Petka got angry:

- Ah well! Is he the one establishing his own rules in someone else’s yard?! Now we will show him where crayfish spend the winter.

They looked for him and looked for him, but the new guy was so hidden that no one could find him.

“Get out,” Lyuska and I shout, “it’s so uninteresting!” We can't find you!

He jumped out from somewhere. Pavlik and Petka, hands in their pockets, approach him.

- Hey, you! Where were you hiding? Perhaps you were sitting at home?

“Nothing like that,” the new guy smiles. - On the roof. – And he points to the roof of the barn. And the barn is high, about two meters from the ground.

- How did you... get off?

- I jumped off. There's a footprint left in the sand.

- Well, if you're lying, we'll give you hell!

Let's go have a look. They are returning. Pavlik suddenly gloomily asks the new guy:

- Do you collect stamps?

“No,” says the new guy, “I collect butterflies.” - And smiles.

And for some reason I also immediately wanted to collect butterflies. And learn to jump from the barn.

- What is your name? – I asked this boy.

“Kolya Lykov,” he said.

Roofer

The roofer was repairing the roof. He walked along the very edge and was not afraid of anything. Lyuska and I, with our heads raised, looked at the roofer.

And then he saw us. He waved to us, put his hand to his mouth and shouted:

- Hey! Why are your mouths open? Come help!

We rushed to the entrance. They immediately flew up the stairs and found themselves in the attic. The attic door was open. Behind her, dust danced in the bright rays of the sun. We walked along the beams and climbed out onto the roof.

Wow, it was so hot here! The iron glittered under the sun so much that it hurt the eyes. The roofer was not on site. He apparently went to the other side of the roof.

“We need to get to the roofer,” I said. - Are we climbing?

“We’re climbing,” said Lyuska.

And we climbed up.

We held on to a large pipe, and there was no fear in climbing. The main thing is not to look back, that’s all.

So we crawled, probably, as much as three meters.

“Let’s rest,” said Lyuska and sat down directly on the hot iron. - Let’s sit for a while, and then...

Lyuska didn’t finish. She looked down in front of her with huge eyes, and her lips continued to move silently. I think she said “mom” and something else.

I turned around.

There were houses down there.

Some kind of river sparkled behind the houses. What kind of river? Where did it come from?.. Cars, like fast boogers, ran along the embankment. Gray smoke poured out of the chimneys. From the balcony of a neighboring house, a thin man in a T-shirt was shaking out a pink tablecloth.

And above all this hung the sky.

The sky was big. It's scary big. Huge. And it seemed to me that Lyuska and I had become very small! Very small and pathetic on this roof, under this big sky!

And I became scared. My legs became stiff, my head began to spin, and I realized that I would never move from this place for anything in the world.

Sitting next to her was a completely white Lyuska.

...And the sun was getting hotter and hotter. The iron beneath us became hot like an iron. But there was still no roofer. Where did he go, that damned roofer?

There was a hammer lying to my left. I reached for the hammer, lifted it and hit the iron as hard as I could.

The roof rang like a bell.

And then we saw the roofer.

He ran towards us from above, as if he had jumped onto the roof straight from the blue sky. He was young and red-haired.

- Well, get up! - he shouted.

He yanked us by the collar and dragged us down.

His hands were like shovels - large and wide. Oh, it was great going down with him! I even jumped twice along the way. Hooray! We were in the attic again!

But before Lyuska and I had time to catch our breath, this red-haired roofer grabbed our shoulders and began to shake us like crazy.

- We've gone crazy! - he yelled. – It’s become fashionable to hang around on the rooftops! Bloomed! There is no one to flog you!

We roared.

- Don't shake us, please! – Lyuska said, smearing tears across her face. - We will complain to the police about you!

-Why are you fighting? - I said. – You called us, and now you’re fighting!

He stopped yelling, released our shoulders and twirled his finger near our forehead.

- What are you doing? Togo? - he said. -Where did I call you?!

His eyes were yellow. He smelled of tobacco and iron.

-Who called us to help? – we shouted in one voice.

- To help? – he asked again, as if he hadn’t heard. - What?! Help!

And suddenly he started laughing.

The entire attic.

Our eardrums almost burst – he laughed so hard! He slapped his knees. Tears were streaming down his face. He swayed, he bent over, he fell down laughing... Some kind of crazy person! Well, what did he find funny here?! You can’t understand these adults – they either swear or laugh.

And he laughed and laughed. We, looking at him, also began to giggle quietly. He was still good. He laughed so hard!

Laughing, he took out a crumpled checkered handkerchief and handed it to us.

- What fools! - he said. - And where are they found? You have to understand the jokes! What help are you, you little fry? When you grow up, come. You won’t be lost with such helpers – that’s clear! Well, see you later!

And he waved his hand to us and went back. And he laughed all the way. And he left.

And we stood and looked after him. I don’t know what Lyuska was thinking, but I thought this: “Okay, we’ll grow up. Five or ten years will pass... And this red-haired roofer will fix our roof a long time ago. And where will we find him then? So where? After all, there are so many roofs in Moscow, so many!..”

WHAT IS MY HEAD THINKING?

Stories by Lucy Sinitsyna,

third grade students

Drawings by E. Popkova Foreword by L. Yakhnin

STORIES

ABOUT MY FRIEND AND A LITTLE ABOUT ME

I was terribly proud of it. I really liked it when people called us “Big Lyuska” and “Little Lyuska” in the yard.

And suddenly Lyuska grew up. And it became unclear which of us is big and which is small.

And then she grew another half head.

After school, I no longer went out into the yard. There was nothing for me to do there.

And then summer came, and I went to a pioneer camp.

In the camp, I kept remembering Lyuska and missing her.

And I wrote her a letter.

Hello, Lucy!

How are you? I'm doing well. We have a lot of fun at camp. The Vorya river flows next to us. The water there is blue-blue! And there are shells on the shore. I found a very beautiful shell for you. It is round and with stripes. You'll probably find it useful. Lucy, if you want, let's be friends again. Let them now call you big and me small. I still agree. Please write me the answer.

Pioneer greetings!

Lyusya Sinitsyna

I waited a whole week for an answer. I kept thinking: what if she doesn’t write to me! What if she never wants to be friends with me again!.. And when a letter finally arrived from Lyuska, I was so happy that my hands even shook a little.

The letter said this:

Hello, Lucy!

Thank you, I'm doing well. Yesterday my mother bought me wonderful slippers with white piping. I also have a new big ball, you'll really get pumped! Come quickly, otherwise Pavlik and Petka are such fools, it’s no fun to be with them! Be careful not to lose the shell.

With pioneer salute!

Lyusya Kositsyna

That day I carried Lyuska’s blue envelope with me until the evening. I told everyone what a wonderful friend I have in Moscow, Lyuska.

And when I returned from the camp, Lyuska and my parents met me at the station. She and I rushed to hug... And then it turned out that I had outgrown Lyuska by a whole head.

These are stories about the “difficult” school life. Stories for reading in grades 1, 2, 3 and 4. Stories for elementary school.

Funny stories by Irina Pivovarova

Irina Pivovarova. What is my head thinking?

If you think that I study well, then you are mistaken. I study no matter. For some reason, everyone thinks that I am capable, but lazy. I don't know if I'm capable or not. But only I know for sure that I am not lazy. I spend three hours working on problems. For example, now I’m sitting and trying with all my might to solve a problem. But she doesn’t dare. I tell my mom:

- Mom, I can’t do the problem.

“Don’t be lazy,” says mom. - Think carefully, and everything will work out. Just think carefully!

She leaves on business. And I take my head with both hands and tell her:

- Think, head. Think carefully... “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B...” Head, why don’t you think? Well, head, well, think, please! Well what is it worth to you!

A cloud floats outside the window. It is as light as feathers. There it stopped. No, it floats on.

“Head, what are you thinking about?! Aren `t you ashamed!!! Two pedestrians went from point A to point B...” Lyuska probably left too. She's already walking. If she had approached me first, I would, of course, forgive her. But will she really fit, such a mischief?!

“...From point A to point B...” No, she won’t do. On the contrary, when I go out into the yard, she will take Lena’s arm and whisper to her. Then she will say: “Len, come to me, I have something.” They will leave, and then sit on the windowsill and laugh and nibble on seeds.

“...Two pedestrians left point A to point B...” And what will I do?.. And then I’ll call Kolya, Petka and Pavlik to play lapta. What will she do?.. Yeah, she’ll put on the record “Three Fat Men.” Yes, so loud that Kolya, Petka and Pavlik will hear and run to ask her to let them listen. They've listened to it a hundred times, but it's not enough for them! And then Lyuska will close the window, and they will all listen to the record there.

“...From point A to point... to point...” And then I’ll take it and fire something right at her window. Glass - ding! - and will fly apart. Let him know!

So. I'm already tired of thinking. Think, don’t think, the task will not work. Just an awfully difficult task! I'll take a walk a little and start thinking again.

I closed the book and looked out the window. Lyuska was walking alone in the yard. She jumped into hopscotch. I went out into the yard and sat down on a bench. Lyuska didn’t even look at me.

- Earring! Vitka! - Lyuska immediately shouted. “Let’s go play lapta!”

The Karmanov brothers looked out the window.

“We have a throat,” both brothers said hoarsely. - They won’t let us in.

- Lena! - Lyuska screamed. - Linen! Come out!

Instead of Lena, her grandmother looked out and threatened

Lyuska with a finger.

- Pavlik! - Lyuska screamed.

No one appeared at the window.

- Fuck it! - Lyuska pressed herself.

- Girl, why are you yelling?! — someone’s head poked out of the window. - A sick person is not allowed to rest! There is no peace for you! - And his head stuck back into the window.

Lyuska looked at me furtively and blushed like a lobster. She tugged at her pigtail. Then she took the thread off her sleeve. Then she looked at the tree and said:

- Lucy, let's play hopscotch.

“Come on,” I said.

We jumped into hopscotch and I went home to solve my problem. As soon as I sat down at the table, my mother came.

- Well, how's the problem?

- Does not work.

“But you’ve been sitting over her for two hours already!” This is just terrible! They give the children some puzzles!.. Well, come on, show us your problem! Maybe I can do it? After all, I graduated from college... So... “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B...” Wait, wait, this task is somehow familiar to me!.. Listen, you did it last time I decided with my dad! I remember perfectly!

- How? - I was surprised. - Really?.. Oh, really, this is the forty-fifth task, and we were given the forty-sixth.

At this point my mother became terribly angry.

- It's outrageous! - said mom. “This is unheard of!” This mess! Where is your head?! What is she thinking about?!

Irina Pivovarova. Spring rain

I didn't want to study lessons yesterday. It was so sunny outside! Such a warm yellow sun! Such branches were swaying outside the window!.. I wanted to stretch out my hand and touch every sticky green leaf. Oh, how your hands will smell! And your fingers will stick together - you won’t be able to separate them from each other... No, I didn’t want to learn my homework.

I went outside. The sky above me was fast. Clouds were hurrying along it somewhere, and sparrows were chirping terribly loudly in the trees, and a big fluffy cat was warming itself on a bench, and it was so good that it was spring!

I walked in the yard until the evening, and in the evening mom and dad went to the theater, and I, without having done my homework, went to bed.

The morning was dark, so dark that I didn’t want to get up at all. It's always like this. If it's sunny, I jump up immediately. I get dressed quickly. And the coffee is delicious, and mom doesn’t grumble, and dad jokes. And when the morning is like today, I can barely get dressed, my mother urges me on and gets angry. And when I have breakfast, dad makes comments to me that I’m sitting crookedly at the table.

On the way to school, I remembered that I had not done a single lesson, and this made me feel even worse. Without looking at Lyuska, I sat down at my desk and took out my textbooks.

Vera Evstigneevna entered. The lesson has begun. They'll call me now.

- Sinitsyna, to the board!

I shuddered. Why should I go to the board?

“I didn’t learn it,” I said.

Vera Evstigneevna was surprised and gave me a bad grade.

Why do I have such a bad life in the world?! I'd rather take it and die. Then Vera Evstigneevna will regret that she gave me a bad mark. And mom and dad will cry and tell everyone:

“Oh, why did we go to the theater ourselves, and leave her all alone!”

Suddenly they pushed me in the back. I turned around. A note was thrust into my hands. I unfolded the long narrow paper ribbon and read:

Don't despair!!!

A deuce is nothing!!!

You will correct the deuce!

I will help you! Let's be friends with you! Only this is a secret! Not a word to anyone!!!

Yalo-kvo-kyl.”

It was as if something warm was poured into me immediately. I was so happy that I even laughed. Lyuska looked at me, then at the note and proudly turned away.

Did someone really write this to me? Or maybe this note is not for me? Maybe she is Lyuska? But on the reverse side there was: LYUSE SINITSYNA.

What a wonderful note! I have never received such wonderful notes in my life! Well, of course, a deuce is nothing! What are you talking about?! I'll just fix the two!

I re-read it twenty times:

“Let’s be friends with you...”

Well, of course! Of course, let's be friends! Let's be friends with you!! Please! I am very happy! I really love it when people want to be friends with me!..

But who writes this? Some kind of YALO-KVO-KYL. Confused word. I wonder what it means? And why does this YALO-KVO-KYL want to be friends with me?.. Maybe I’m beautiful after all?

I looked at the desk. There was nothing beautiful.

He probably wanted to be friends with me because I’m good. So, am I bad, or what? Of course it's good! After all, no one wants to be friends with a bad person!

To celebrate, I nudged Lyuska with my elbow.

- Lucy, but one person wants to be friends with me!

- Who? - Lyuska asked immediately.

- I don’t know who. The writing here is somehow unclear.

- Show me, I’ll figure it out.

- Honestly, won’t you tell anyone?

- Honestly!

Lyuska read the note and pursed her lips:

- Some fool wrote it! I couldn't say my real name.

- Or maybe he’s shy?

I looked around the whole class. Who could have written the note? Well, who?.. It would be nice, Kolya Lykov! He is the smartest in our class. Everyone wants to be his friend. But I have so many C’s! No, he probably won't.

Or maybe Yurka Seliverstov wrote this?.. No, he and I are already friends. He would send me a note out of the blue!

During recess I went out into the corridor. I stood by the window and began to wait. It would be nice if this YALO-KVO-KYL made friends with me right now!

Pavlik Ivanov came out of the class and immediately walked towards me.

So, that means Pavlik wrote this? Only this was not enough!

Pavlik ran up to me and said:

- Sinitsyna, give me ten kopecks.

I gave him ten kopecks so that he would get rid of it as soon as possible. Pavlik immediately ran to the buffet, and I stayed by the window. But no one else came.

Suddenly Burakov began walking past me. It seemed to me that he was looking at me strangely. He stopped nearby and began to look out the window. So, that means Burakov wrote the note?! Then I'd better leave right away. I can't stand this Burakov!

“The weather is terrible,” said Burakov.

I didn't have time to leave.

“Yes, the weather is bad,” I said.

“The weather couldn’t be worse,” said Burakov.

“Terrible weather,” I said.

Then Burakov took an apple out of his pocket and bit off half with a crunch.

“Burakov, let me take a bite,” I couldn’t resist.

“But it’s bitter,” said Burakov and walked down the corridor.

No, he didn't write the note. And thank God! You won’t find another greedy person like him in the whole world!

I looked after him contemptuously and went to class. I walked in and was stunned. On the board it was written in huge letters:

SECRET!!! YALO-KVO-KYL + SINITSYNA = LOVE!!! NOT A WORD TO ANYONE!

Lyuska was whispering with the girls in the corner. When I walked in, they all stared at me and started giggling.

I grabbed a rag and rushed to wipe the board.

Then Pavlik Ivanov jumped up to me and whispered in my ear:

- I wrote you a note.

- You're lying, not you!

Then Pavlik laughed like a fool and yelled at the whole class:

- Oh, hilarious! Why be friends with you?! All covered in freckles, like a cuttlefish! Stupid tit!

And then, before I had time to look back, Yurka Seliverstov jumped up to him and hit this idiot right in the head with a wet rag. Pavlik howled:

- Ah well! I'll tell everyone! I’ll tell everyone, everyone, everyone about her, how she receives notes! And I’ll tell everyone about you! It was you who sent her the note! - And he ran out of the class with a stupid cry: - Yalo-kvo-kyl! Yalo-quo-kyl!

The lessons are over. Nobody ever approached me. Everyone quickly collected their textbooks, and the classroom was empty. Kolya Lykov and I were left alone. Kolya still couldn’t tie his shoelace.

The door creaked. Yurka Seliverstov stuck his head into the classroom, looked at me, then at Kolya and, without saying anything, left.

But what if? What if Kolya wrote this after all? Is it really Kolya?! What happiness if Kolya! My throat immediately went dry.

“Kol, please tell me,” I barely squeezed out, “it’s not you, by chance...”

I didn’t finish because I suddenly saw Kolya’s ears and neck turn red.

- Oh you! - Kolya said without looking at me. - I thought you... And you...

- Kolya! - I screamed. - Well, I...

“You’re a chatterbox, that’s what,” said Kolya. -Your tongue is like a broom. And I don't want to be friends with you anymore. What else was missing!

Kolya finally managed to pull the lace, stood up and left the classroom. And I sat down in my place.

I'm not going anywhere. It's raining so badly outside the window. And my fate is so bad, so bad that it can’t get any worse! I'll sit here until nightfall. And I will sit at night. Alone in a dark classroom, alone in the whole dark school. That's what I need.

Aunt Nyura came in with a bucket.

“Go home, honey,” said Aunt Nyura. — At home, my mother was tired of waiting.

“No one was waiting for me at home, Aunt Nyura,” I said and trudged out of class.

My bad fate! Lyuska is no longer my friend. Vera Evstigneevna gave me a bad grade. Kolya Lykov... I didn’t even want to remember about Kolya Lykov.

I slowly put on my coat in the locker room and, barely dragging my feet, went out into the street...

It was wonderful, the best spring rain in the world!!!

Funny, wet passers-by were running down the street with their collars raised!!!

And on the porch, right in the rain, stood Kolya Lykov.

“Let's go,” he said.

If you think that I study well, you are mistaken. I study no matter. For some reason, everyone thinks that I am capable, but lazy. I don't know if I'm capable or not. But only I know for sure that I am not lazy. I spend three hours working on problems.
For example, now I’m sitting and trying with all my might to solve a problem. But she doesn’t dare. I tell my mom:
- Mom, I can’t do the problem.
“Don’t be lazy,” says mom. - Think carefully, and everything will work out. Just think carefully!
She leaves on business. And I take my head with both hands and tell her:
- Think, head. Think carefully... “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B...” Head, why don’t you think? Well, head, well, think, please! Well what is it worth to you!
A cloud floats outside the window. It is as light as feathers. There it stopped. No, it floats on.
Head, what are you thinking about?! Aren `t you ashamed!!! “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B...” Lyuska probably left too. She's already walking. If she had approached me first, I would, of course, forgive her. But will she really fit, such a mischief?!
“...From point A to point B...” No, she won’t do. On the contrary, when I go out into the yard, she will take Lena’s arm and whisper to her. Then she will say: “Len, come to me, I have something.” They will leave, and then sit on the windowsill and laugh and nibble on seeds.
“...Two pedestrians left point A to point B...” What will I do?.. And then I’ll call Kolya, Petka and Pavlik to play lapta. What will she do? Yeah, she'll play the Three Fat Men record. Yes, so loud that Kolya, Petka and Pavlik will hear and run to ask her to let them listen. They've listened to it a hundred times, but it's not enough for them! And then Lyuska will close the window, and they will all listen to the record there.
“...From point A to point... to point...” And then I’ll take it and fire something right at her window. Glass - ding! - and will fly apart. Let him know.
So. I'm already tired of thinking. Think, don’t think, the task will not work. Just an awfully difficult task! I'll take a walk a little and start thinking again.
I closed the book and looked out the window. Lyuska was walking alone in the yard. She jumped into hopscotch. I went out into the yard and sat down on a bench. Lyuska didn’t even look at me.
- Earring! Vitka! - Lyuska immediately screamed. - Let's go play lapta!
The Karmanov brothers looked out the window.
“We have a throat,” both brothers said hoarsely. - They won't let us in.
- Lena! - Lyuska screamed. - Linen! Come out!
Instead of Lena, her grandmother looked out and shook her finger at Lyuska.
- Pavlik! - Lyuska screamed.
No one appeared at the window.
- Fuck it! - Lyuska pressed herself.
- Girl, why are you yelling?! - Someone's head poked out of the window. - A sick person is not allowed to rest! There is no peace for you! - And his head stuck back into the window.
Lyuska looked at me furtively and blushed like a lobster. She tugged at her pigtail. Then she took the thread off her sleeve. Then she looked at the tree and said:
- Lucy, let's play hopscotch.
“Come on,” I said.
We jumped into hopscotch and I went home to solve my problem.
As soon as I sat down at the table, my mother came:
- Well, how's the problem?
- Does not work.
- But you’ve been sitting over her for two hours already! This is just terrible! They give the children some puzzles!.. Well, show me your problem! Maybe I can do it? After all, I graduated from college. So. “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B...” Wait, wait, this problem is somehow familiar to me! Listen, you and your dad decided it last time! I remember perfectly!
- How? - I was surprised. - Really? Oh, really, this is the forty-fifth problem, and we were given the forty-sixth.
At this point my mother became terribly angry.
- It's outrageous! - Mom said. - This is unheard of! This mess! Where is your head?! What is she thinking about?!

Stories for primary schoolchildren. Extracurricular reading in elementary school.

A funny story about school and schoolchildren. Stories by Irina Pivovarova