The story in axial is just like that. Review of V. Oseeva’s story “Just like that. Oseeva. blue leaves

Funny, cheerful, touching and a little cautionary tales by the wonderful children's writer Valentina Aleksandrovna Oseeva, they are loved by more than one generation of boys and girls and are contemporary to this day. The book includes two collections of stories: “The Magic Word” and “Father’s Jacket.”

Magic word

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- Give me a green pencil.

And Katya says:

– I’ll ask my mother.

- Did your mother allow it?

And Katya sighed and said:

Katya arrives the next day.

“No need,” Lena answers.

During the lesson the teacher asks:

- There is no green pencil.

The teacher looked at both:

The girl smiled:

- Knee...

Laughter came from behind.

- Come to us! - they called.

Got revenge

- Get up! Get up!

- Shame on you!

Magic word

A little old man with a long gray beard was sitting on a bench and drawing something in the sand with an umbrella.

“Move over,” Pavlik told him and sat down on the edge.

The old man moved and, looking at the boy’s red, angry face, said:

– Did something happen to you?

- Well, okay! What do you care? – Pavlik looked sideways at him.

- Nothing for me. But now you were screaming, crying, quarreling with someone...

- Still would! – the boy muttered angrily. “I’ll soon run away from home completely.”

- Will you run away?

- I’ll run away! I’ll run away because of Lenka alone. – Pavlik clenched his fists. “I almost gave her a good one just now!” Doesn't give any paint! And how many do you have?

- Does not give? Well, there's no point in running away because of this.

- Not only because of this. Grandma chased me out of the kitchen for one carrot... right with a rag, a rag...

Pavlik snorted with resentment.

- Nonsense! - said the old man. - One will scold, the other will regret.

- Nobody feels sorry for me! - Pavlik shouted. “My brother is going for a boat ride, but he won’t take me.” I tell him: “You better take it, I won’t leave you anyway, I’ll steal the oars, I’ll climb into the boat myself!”

Pavlik slammed his fist on the bench. And suddenly he fell silent.

- Why doesn’t your brother take you?

– Why do you keep asking?

The old man smoothed his long beard:

- I want to help you. There is such a magic word...

Pavlik opened his mouth.

- I'll tell you this word. But remember: you need to say it in a quiet voice, looking straight into the eyes of the person you are talking to. Remember - in a quiet voice, looking straight into your eyes...

- What word?

- This is a magic word. But don't forget how to say it.

“I’ll try,” Pavlik grinned, “I’ll try right now.” “He jumped up and ran home.

Lena was sitting at the table and drawing. Paints - green, blue, red - lay in front of her. Seeing Pavlik, she immediately raked them into a pile and covered them with her hand.

“The old man deceived me! – the boy thought with annoyance. “Will someone like that understand the magic word!”

Pavlik walked sideways towards his sister and pulled her sleeve. The sister looked back. Then, looking into her eyes, the boy said in a quiet voice:

- Lena, give me one paint... please...

Lena opened her eyes wide. Her fingers unclenched, and, taking her hand off the table, she muttered embarrassedly:

- Which one do you want?

“I’ll have the blue one,” Pavlik said timidly.

He took the paint, held it in his hands, walked around the room with it and gave it to his sister. He didn't need paint. He was now thinking only about the magic word.

“I’ll go to my grandmother. She's just cooking. Will he drive away or not?

Pavlik opened the door to the kitchen. The old woman was removing hot pies from the baking sheet.

The grandson ran up to her, turned her red, wrinkled face with both hands, looked into her eyes and whispered:

– Give me a piece of pie... please.

Grandma straightened up. The magic word shone in every wrinkle, in the eyes, in the smile.

- I wanted something hot... something hot, my darling! – she said, choosing the best, rosy pie.

Pavlik jumped for joy and kissed her on both cheeks.

"Wizard! Wizard!" - he repeated to himself, remembering the old man.

At dinner, Pavlik sat quietly and listened to his brother’s every word. When his brother said that he would go boating, Pavlik put his hand on his shoulder and quietly asked:

- Take me, please.

Everyone at the table immediately fell silent. The brother raised his eyebrows and grinned.

“Take it,” the sister suddenly said. - What is it worth to you!

- Well, why not take it? - Grandma smiled. - Of course, take it.

“Please,” Pavlik repeated.

The brother laughed loudly, patted the boy on the shoulder, ruffled his hair:

- Oh, you traveler! Okay, get ready!

“It helped! It helped again!”

Pavlik jumped out from the table and ran into the street. But the old man was no longer in the park. The bench was empty, and only incomprehensible signs drawn by an umbrella remained on the sand.

Two women were taking water from a well. A third approached them. And the old man sat down on a pebble to rest.

Here's what one woman says to another:

- My son is dexterous and strong, no one can handle him.

And the third is silent.

- Why don’t you tell me about your son? - her neighbors ask.

- What can I say? - says the woman. – There’s nothing special about him.

So the women collected full buckets and left. And the old man is behind them. Women walk and stop. My hands hurt, the water splashes, my back hurts.

Suddenly three boys run out towards us.

One of them tumbles over his head, walks like a cartwheel, and the women admire him.

He sings another song, sings like a nightingale - the women listen to him.

And the third ran up to his mother, took the heavy buckets from her and dragged them.

The women ask the old man:

- Well? What are our sons like?

-Where are they? - the old man answers. - I only see one son!

Mom gave Kolya colored pencils. One day his comrade Vitya came to Kolya.

- Let's draw!

Kolya put a box of pencils on the table. There were only three pencils: red, green and blue.

-Where are the others? – Vitya asked.

Kolya shrugged.

– Yes, I gave them away: my sister’s friend took the brown one - she needed to paint the roof of the house; I gave the pink and blue ones to one girl from our yard - she lost hers... And Petya took the black and yellow ones from me - he just didn’t have enough of those...

- But you yourself were left without pencils! - my friend was surprised. - Don't you need them?

- No, they are very necessary, but all such cases that it is impossible not to give!

Vitya took pencils from the box, turned them over in his hands and said:

“You’re going to give it to someone anyway, so it’s better to give it to me.” I don't have a single colored pencil!

Kolya looked at the empty box.

“Well, take it... since this is the case...” he muttered.

Just an old lady

A boy and a girl were walking down the street. And ahead of them was an old woman. It was very slippery. The old lady slipped and fell.

- Hold my books! – the boy shouted, handing his briefcase to the girl, and rushed to help the old woman.

When he returned, the girl asked him:

- Is this your grandmother?

“No,” answered the boy.

- Mother? – the girlfriend was surprised.

- Well, aunt? Or a friend?

- No, no, no! - the boy answered. - It's just an old lady.

Girl with a doll

Yura entered the bus and sat down in a child's seat. Following Yura, a military man entered. Yura jumped up:

- Sit down please!

- Sit, sit! I'll sit here.

The military man sat down behind Yura. An old woman walked up the steps. Yura wanted to offer her a seat, but another boy beat him to it.

“It turned out ugly,” Yura thought and began to look vigilantly at the door.

A girl came in from the front platform. She was clutching a tightly folded flannel blanket, from which protruded a lace cap.

Yura jumped up:

- Sit down please!

The girl nodded her head, sat down and, opening the blanket, pulled out a large doll.

The passengers laughed merrily, and Yura blushed.

“I thought she was a woman with a child,” he muttered.

The soldier patted him on the shoulder approvingly:

- Nothing, nothing! The girl also needs to give way! And even a girl with a doll!

Vanya brought a collection of stamps to class.

- Nice collection! - Petya approved and immediately said: “You know what, you have a lot of identical brands here, give them to me.” I will ask my father for money, buy other brands and return it to you.

- Take it, of course! – Vanya agreed.

But his father did not give Petya money, but bought him a collection. Petya felt sorry for his stamps.

“I’ll give it to you later,” he said to Vanya.

- No need! I don't need these brands at all! Let's play with feathers instead!

They started playing. Petya was unlucky - he lost ten feathers. He frowned.

– I’m in your debt all around!

“What a duty,” says Vanya, “I was playing with you as a joke.”

Petya looked at his comrade from under his brows: Vanya had a thick nose, freckles were scattered across his face, his eyes were somehow round...

“Why am I friends with him? - thought Petya. “I’m just accumulating debts.” And he began to run away from his friend, make friends with other boys, and he himself had some kind of resentment towards Vanya.

He goes to bed and dreams:

“I’ll save up some more stamps and give him the whole collection, and I’ll give him the feathers, instead of ten feathers - fifteen...”

But Vanya doesn’t even think about Petya’s debts, he wonders: what happened to his friend?

Somehow he approaches him and asks:

- Why are you looking at me sideways, Petya?

Petya couldn't stand it. He blushed all over and said something rude to his friend:

– Do you think you’re the only honest one? And others are dishonest! Do you think I need your stamps? Or did I not see any feathers?

Vanya backed away from his comrade, he felt offended, he wanted to say something but could not.

Petya begged his mother for money, bought feathers, grabbed his collection and ran to Vanya.

- Get all your debts in full! – He’s happy, his eyes are sparkling. - Nothing was missing from me!

- No, it's gone! - says Vanya. - And you will never get back what is missing!

Two boys stood on the street under the clock and talked.

“I didn’t solve the example because it had brackets,” Yura justified himself.

- And I because there were very big numbers, - said Oleg.

– We can solve it together, we still have time!

The clock outside showed half past two.

“We have a whole half hour,” said Yura. – During this time, the pilot can transport passengers from one city to another.

“And my uncle, the captain, managed to load the entire crew into the boats in twenty minutes during the shipwreck.

“What - over twenty!..” Yura said busily. “Sometimes five or ten minutes means a lot.” You just need to take every minute into account.

- Here’s a case! During one competition...

A lot of interesting cases the boys remembered.

“And I know...” Oleg suddenly stopped and looked at his watch. - Exactly two!

Yura gasped.

- Let's run! - Yura said. - We're late for school!

- What about an example? – Oleg asked in fear.

Yura just waved his hand as he ran.

Just

Kostya made a birdhouse and called Vova:

- Look what bird house I did.

Vova squatted down.

- Oh, what! Totally real! With a porch! You know what, Kostya,” he said timidly, “make me one too!” And I’ll make you a glider for this.

“Okay,” Kostya agreed. - Just don’t give it for this or that, but just like this: you make me a glider, and I’ll make you a birdhouse.

Visited

Valya did not come to class. Her friends sent Musya to her.

- Go and find out what’s wrong with Valya: maybe she’s sick, maybe she needs something?

Musya found her friend in bed. Valya was lying with her cheek bandaged.

- Oh, Valechka! - Musya said, sitting down on a chair. - You probably have gumboil! Oh, what a flux I had in the summer! A whole boil!

And you know, grandma had just left, and mom was at work...

“My mother is also at work,” said Valya, holding her cheek. - I need a rinse...

- Oh, Valechka! They gave me a rinse too! And I felt better! As I rinse it, it’s better! And a heating pad also helped me - hot, hot...

Valya perked up and nodded her head.

- Yes, yes, a heating pad... Musya, we have a kettle in the kitchen...

- Isn’t he the one making the noise? No, it's probably rain! – Musya jumped up and ran to the window. - That's right, rain! It's good that I came in galoshes! Otherwise you might catch a cold!

She ran into the hallway, stamped her feet for a long time, putting on her galoshes. Then, sticking her head through the door, she shouted:

- Get well soon, Valechka! I'll come to you again! I'll definitely come! Don't worry!

Valya sighed, touched the cold heating pad and began to wait for her mother.

- Well? What did she say? What does she need? – the girls asked Musya.

- Yes, she has the same gumboil that I had! – Musya said joyfully. - And she didn’t say anything! And only a heating pad and rinsing help her!

Misha had a new pen, and Fedya had an old one. When Misha went to the blackboard, Fedya exchanged his pen for Mishino’s and began to write with a new one. Misha noticed this and asked during recess:

- Why did you take my feather?

- Just think, what a miracle - a feather! - Fedya shouted. - I found something to reproach! Yes, I’ll bring you twenty of these feathers tomorrow.

– I don’t need twenty! And you have no right to do that! - Misha got angry.

The guys gathered around Misha and Fedya.

- Sorry for the feather! For your own comrade! - Fedya shouted. - Oh you!

Misha stood red and tried to tell how it happened:

- Yes, I didn’t give it to you... You took it yourself... You exchanged...

But Fedya did not let him speak. He waved his arms and shouted to the whole class:

- Oh you! Greedy! None of the guys will hang out with you!

- Give him this feather, and that’s the end of it! - said one of the boys.

“Of course, give it back, since he’s like that...” others supported.

- Give it back! Don't mess with me! One feather raises a cry!

Misha flushed. Tears appeared in his eyes.

Fedya hastily grabbed his pen, pulled Mishino’s pen out of it and threw it on the desk.

- Here, take it! I started crying! Because of one feather!

The guys went their separate ways. Fedya also left. And Misha still sat and cried.

Rex and Cupcake

Slava and Vitya were sitting on the same desk.

The boys were very friendly and helped each other as best they could. Vitya helped Slava solve problems, and Slava made sure that Vitya wrote the words correctly and did not stain his notebooks with blots. One day they had a big argument.

- Our director has big dog“Her name is Rex,” said Vitya.

“Not Rex, but Cupcake,” Slava corrected him.

- No, Rex!

- No, Cupcake!

The boys quarreled. Vitya went to another desk. The next day, Slava did not solve the problem assigned for home, and Vitya handed the teacher a sloppy notebook. A few days later, things got even worse: both boys received a D. And then they found out that the director's dog's name was Ralph.

- So, we have nothing to quarrel about! – Slava was delighted.

“Of course, not because of anything,” Vitya agreed.

Both boys sat down at the same desk again.

- Here's Rex, here's Cupcake. Nasty dog, we grabbed two deuces because of her! And just think about what people quarrel about!..

Builder

There was a mound of red clay in the yard. Squatting, the boys dug intricate passages in it and built a fortress. And suddenly they noticed another boy on the sidelines, who was also digging in the clay, dipping his red hands into a can of water and carefully coating the walls of the clay house.

- Hey, what are you doing there? - the boys called out to him.

- I'm building a house.

The boys came closer.

- What kind of house is this? It has crooked windows and a flat roof. Hey builder!

- Just move it and it will fall apart! – one boy shouted and kicked the house.

The wall collapsed.

- Oh you! Who builds something like this? – the guys shouted, breaking the freshly coated walls.

The “builder” sat silently, clenching his fists. When the last wall collapsed, he left.

And the next day the boys saw him in the same place. He again built his clay house and, dipping his red hands into the tin, carefully erected the second floor...

With your own hands

The teacher told the children what a wonderful life would be under communism, what flying satellite cities would be built, and how people would learn to change the climate at will, and southern trees would begin to grow in the north...

The teacher told a lot of interesting things, the children listened with bated breath.

When the guys left the class, one boy said:

– I would like to fall asleep and wake up under communism!

- It is not interesting! - another interrupted him. – I would like to see with my own eyes how it will be built!

“And I,” said the third boy, “would like to build all this with my own hands!”

Three comrades

Vitya lost his breakfast. During the big break, all the guys were having breakfast, and Vitya stood on the sidelines.

- Why do not you eat? – Kolya asked him.

- I lost my breakfast...

“It’s bad,” said Kolya, taking a bite. big piece white bread. - It’s still a long way until lunch!

- Where did you lose it? – Misha asked.

“I don’t know...” Vitya said quietly and turned away.

“You probably carried it in your pocket, but you should put it in your bag,” said Misha.

But Volodya didn’t ask anything. He approached Vita, broke a piece of bread and butter in half and handed it to his comrade:

- Take it, eat it!

Yurik woke up in the morning. I looked out the window. The sun is shining. It's a good day.

And the boy wanted to do something good himself.

So he sits and thinks:

“What if my little sister was drowning and I saved her!”

And my sister is right there:

- Take a walk with me, Yura!

- Go away, don’t bother me thinking!

My sister was offended and walked away. And Yura thinks:

“If only wolves attacked the nanny, and I would shoot them!”

And the nanny is right there:

- Put away the dishes, Yurochka.

- Clean it yourself - I have no time!

The nanny shook her head. And Yura thinks again:

“If only Trezorka fell into a well, and I would pull him out!”

And Trezorka is right there. His tail wags: “Give me a drink, Yura!”

- Go away! Don't bother thinking!

Trezorka closed his mouth and climbed into the bushes.

And Yura went to his mother:

- What could I do that’s so good?

Mom stroked Yura’s head:

- Take a walk with your sister, help the nanny put away the dishes, give Trezor some water.

Together

In first grade, Natasha immediately fell in love with a girl with cheerful blue eyes.

“Let’s be friends,” Natasha said.

- Let's! – the girl nodded her head. - Let's play around together!

Natasha was surprised:

– Is it really necessary to play around together if you’re friends?

- Certainly. Those who are friends always play around together, and they get caught for it! – Olya laughed.

“Okay,” Natasha said hesitantly and suddenly smiled: “And then they are praised together for something, right?”

- Well, that's rare! – Olya wrinkled her nose. - It depends on what kind of girlfriend you find!

Torn leaf

Someone tore a blank sheet out of Dima’s notebook.

- Who could do this? – Dima asked.

All the guys were silent.

“I think it fell out on its own,” said Kostya. “Or maybe they gave you such a notebook at the store... Or at home your sister tore out this sheet.” You never know what happens... Really, guys?

The guys silently shrugged their shoulders.

- And maybe you yourself got caught somewhere... Collapse! – and it’s done!.. Really, guys?

Kostya turned first to one, then to the other, hastily explaining:

– The cat could also tear out this leaf... Of course! Especially some kitten...

Kostya’s ears turned red, he kept talking and saying something and couldn’t stop.

The guys were silent, and Dima frowned. Then he tapped Kostya on the shoulder and said:

- Enough for you!

Kostya immediately went limp, looked down and said quietly:

– I’ll give you the notebook... I have a whole one!..

Simple matter

It was the holidays severe frost. Moscow stood white and elegant; in the parks the frozen trees were curled with frost. Yura and Sasha ran from the skating rink. The frost pricked their cheeks and made its way through their mittens to their numb fingers. It was already close to home, but, running past the pharmacy, the boys dropped in there to warm up. Shivering and jumping, they walked into the corner and saw an old woman near the battery. She was wearing a warm down scarf. Her wet mittens were drying on the hot pipes. Seeing the boys, the old woman hastily moved her belongings to the side and, stretching her sharp chin out of her down scarf, said:

- Warm up, warm up, darlings! Father Frost has gone crazy, there’s nothing to say! You run and you can’t feel your feet.

- Are you cold, grandma? – Yura asked cheerfully.

Sasha glanced briefly at the red, wrinkled cheeks, at the wrinkles as thin as threads.

- I'm frozen, kids! – the old woman sighed. - And so, pray tell, I don’t go anywhere, but then, as luck would have it, I got out of the house! - She explained: - I went to get firewood. We've run out of wood. Previously, everything happened, my daughter and her neighbor would bring her, but now my daughter is away, and the neighbor is sick - let me, I think, I’ll go myself... Frost - after all, father, it will find it on the stove, if the stove is not heated! So I went. And there’s a break at the warehouse, and my arms and legs are no longer normal, and the frost has taken my breath away. I ran to the corner - and to the pharmacy! And now I don’t even think about firewood, just to get to my home!

The old woman pulled on her warm mittens and straightened her scarf on her head.

– I’ll go... Warm up, guys!

- And we’re going home now too! Santa Claus bit off half of my nose! – Yura laughed.

- And he chewed my ear the whole way! But the skating rink froze great! You fly and, as if in a mirror, you see yourself! – said Sasha.

“You should put your ears under your hats, otherwise they stick out like russulas,” the old woman became worried. - How long will it take to freeze?

- It’s okay, we’re close.

- Well, well... It’s not far from me either. “I guess I’ll go,” the old woman hurried.

- And we’ll go, grandma!

* * *

The guys came out of the pharmacy and, jumping, ran forward. Looking back, they saw an old woman. She covered her face from the wind and walked carefully, apparently afraid of slipping.

- Grandmother! - the boys called out.

But the old woman did not hear them.

The boys decided to wait. With their frozen hands stuck into their sleeves, they impatiently stomped around.

- Please tell me we met again! – the old woman was joyfully surprised when she saw familiar faces in front of her.

- That's how we met! – Sasha burst out laughing.

- No wonder! - Yura snorted and, leaning sideways towards the downy scarf, shouted cheerfully: “We were waiting for you, grandma!” Hold on to me.

- The frost is afraid of us! - Sasha shouted.

The old woman, grabbing Yuri's sleeve, quickly trotted along the frozen sidewalk. Running past the gate, on which was written in large letters: “Wood storage,” she looked up and said with disappointment:

- Open now! Look... And I have the receipt! Yes, God be with them, with firewood!

Sasha stopped:

- Wait... This is fast! You wait, and we’ll take Yurka! Let's get the receipt!.. Yurka, let's take the firewood!

- Of course, we'll take it! What does it cost us! – Yura said, clapping his mittens. - Give me the receipt, grandma!

The old woman looked at them in confusion, rummaged through her mitten, and found the receipt.

- How can this be? – handing Sasha the receipt, she said. - Why are you going to freeze here? I’ll somehow manage with the firewood today, I’ll borrow it from the neighbors... There’s my house standing there! The gate is red! Come with me and warm yourself up!

- Yes, we’ll take it ourselves! And we'll bring it ourselves! – Sasha decided. – Go home!.. Yurka, show me off! Yes, find out the address! - he ordered.

The old woman looked once again at the open gates of the warehouse, at Sasha, and, waving her hand, quickly walked down the street, Yura followed her. When he returned, Sasha, together with the drivers, was already putting frozen logs on the sleds and busily commanded:

- Dry ones, uncle, put them in! Berezov! This is firewood for an old man!

* * *

At this time, in the kitchen, the neighbor said to the grandmother:

- How did you, granny, order this? They gave the kids a warrant and off they went!

- Yes, that’s what I ordered, Marya Ivanovna! Yes, it was not I who gave the orders, but them! After all, these are some nice guys! If only they wouldn't freeze!

- Are they familiar to you, grandma? - asked the neighbor.

- Acquaintances, Marya Ivanovna! What about strangers? We stood together at the pharmacy for half an hour and went home together! - answered the old woman, taking off her scarf and smoothing the gray hair that stuck to her temples.

Sasha and Yura knocked on the door with strong fists and appeared on the threshold in a cloud of frosty steam.

- The firewood has been brought, grandma! Take firewood! Where to put it? Let's saw! It needs to be resawed! Do you have an axe? Let's get the axe! - Sasha commanded.

- Saw and axe! Now we’ll cut everything down and split it for you! What does it cost us! - Yura shouted.

– You have fighting grandchildren, grandma! Commanders,” the driver boomed behind them. - They brought the most famous firewood!

- Oh, fathers! They brought it! Marya Ivanovna, they brought it! And you say - are you acquaintances? But what does our acquaintance have to do with it, Marya Ivanovna, when their ties are red?

And in the yard one could already hear the brisk knock of an ax and the screeching of a saw; cheerful boyish voices with bass notes commanded the kids hastily mobilized in the yard:

- Carry it in the canopy! Fold in columns!

The door slammed. Sasha, throwing down the wood chips in front of the stove, shook off his mittens and said:

- That's it, grandma! Don't be rude!

“You are my falcons...” the old woman said touchingly. - What a thing they did to me, my dears!

“It doesn’t cost us anything,” Yura said embarrassedly.

Sasha nodded his head:

– For us this is a simple matter!

Work warms you up

Firewood was brought to the boarding school.

Nina Ivanovna said:

– Put on sweaters, we will carry firewood.

The guys ran to get dressed.

- Or maybe it would be better to give them a coat? - said the nanny. – Today is a cold autumn day!

“No, no!” the guys shouted. “We will work!” We'll be hot!

- Certainly! – Nina Ivanovna smiled. - We will be hot! After all, work warms you up!

“Divide as you divided the work...”

The old teacher lived alone. His students and students grew up long ago, but did not forget their former teacher.

One day two boys came to him and said:

“Our mothers sent us to help you with the housework.”

The teacher thanked him and asked the boys to fill the empty tub with water. She was standing in the garden. Watering cans and buckets were stacked on the bench next to her. And on the tree hung a toy bucket, small and light as a feather, from which the teacher drank water on hot days.

One of the boys chose a strong iron bucket, tapped its bottom with his finger and slowly walked towards the well; another took a toy bucket from a tree and ran after his friend.

Many times the boys went to the well and came back. The teacher looked at them from the window. Bees were circling over the flowers. The garden smelled of honey. The boys were talking happily. One of them often stopped, put a heavy bucket on the ground and wiped sweat from his forehead. Another ran next to him, splashing water in a toy bucket.

When the tub was filled, the teacher called both boys, thanked them, then placed on the table a large clay jug, filled to the top with honey, and next to it a cut glass, also filled with honey.

“Take these gifts to your mothers,” said the teacher. - Let each of you take what you deserve.

But none of the boys extended their hands.

“We can’t share this,” they said embarrassedly.

“Divide it up the same way you divided the work,” the teacher said calmly.

In the evening, Natasha and Musya decided to run to the river after breakfast.

- What place do I know! – Natasha whispered, leaning over the headboard. – The water is clean, cool... Shallow and shallow! You won't drown! Just for those who can't swim.

“We’ll run tomorrow morning!” And let's go for a swim! Just don’t tell the guys, otherwise they’ll all rush in and again we won’t learn to swim because of them! - Musya said.

The morning was sunny. Outside the open window, the birds sang so loudly that it was impossible to sleep. Natasha and Musya hardly waited for the bugle and were the first to remove their beds.

- Now after breakfast we’ll go to the river!

But at the morning meeting, the counselor said that the neighboring collective farm was in a hurry to harvest hay, since the days were very hot and a thunderstorm was expected, and that the collective farm needed help.

- Let's help! Let's help! – the guys shouted readily.

- Give us a bigger meadow! There are a lot of us!

- There are a lot of us! More for us! – Natasha and Musya shouted along with the guys.

“We won’t have to swim after breakfast, let’s go after lunch!” – the friends agreed.

The entire camp came out to clean up. The pioneers scattered across the field. Some raked dry hay, others piled it into piles. Happy songs rang out. The sun, stopping over the field and looking at the guys, mercilessly burned their heads and backs black with tan. The dried flowers and herbs had a sultry honey scent. One after another, tightly stacked haystacks grew on the field. Under one of the haystacks there was a bucket of fresh water; the guys kept running up to him with rakes in their hands and, having quickly gotten drunk, got back to work.

– It’s great to swim in this heat! What in the morning... It's not hot in the morning... The most fun in the heat! - Natasha said, picking up her scattered hair under her scarf and moistening her forehead with water.

– Now, in the heat, it’s not even good! Once we finish, the heat will subside! Then let's take a swim! - Musya answered.

Everything was cleaned up before lunch. In the distance, neat, hut-like hay-shaped haystacks were visible, and the low-mown grass made the field prickly and bare. The guys went to lunch. Natasha and Musya hid a towel and soap behind the table.

- Let’s go for a swim, let’s go for a swim!

- We have to make it while the guys are settling down for dead time! – the girls whispered.

* * *

The air was stuffy. Not a single leaf moved on the bushes. The sky darkened and a large blue cloud was creeping in from behind the forest. Natasha and Musya ran straight to the river, across the field.

- Hurry, hurry! We still have time to swim before the storm!

And suddenly the wind blew up. He flew into the stacked haystacks, spun around, whistled and, tearing off the tops of the hay like fluff, carried it across the field.

The girls gasped and rushed back to camp.

- Guys! Guys! The shocks weren't covered! The wind blows the hay! Get up!

The guys had already gone to bed.

- Get up! Get up! - echoed throughout the camp.

The bugler sounded the alarm. Everyone rushed into the field. Along the way they grabbed branches, brushwood and covered them with shocks. The wind suddenly died down, sharp lightning pierced the cloud, and rain poured down to the ground in a torrent! It was a warm summer shower, refreshing the stuffy, frozen air.

Exhausted by the hot day and working in the sun, the guys suddenly found themselves under a magnificent shower. Natasha and Musya were the last to arrive at the camp. Their hair was wet, their cheeks and eyes were shiny, their sundresses stuck to their bodies.

- So we swam, we swam! – Natasha shouted. – The water is clean, cool, shallow, you won’t drown!

– Just for those who don’t know how to swim! – Musya echoed her, laughing.

Dad is a tractor driver

Vitin's dad is a tractor driver. Every evening, when Vitya goes to bed, dad gets ready to go to the field.

- Dad, take me with you! - Vitya asks.

“When you grow up, I’ll take it,” dad answers calmly.

And all spring, while dad’s tractor drives out to the fields, the same conversation takes place between Vitya and dad:

- Dad, take me with you!

– When you grow up, I’ll take it.

One day dad said:

“And aren’t you tired, Vitya, of asking for the same thing every day?”

“Aren’t you, dad, tired of answering me the same thing every time?” – Vitya asked.

- Tired of it! – Dad laughed and took Vitya with him into the field.

What is not allowed is not possible

One day mom said to dad:

And dad immediately spoke in a whisper.

No way! What is not allowed is not allowed!

Grandmother and granddaughter

Mom brought Tanya a new book.

Mom said:

– When Tanya was a little girl, her grandmother read to her; but now Tanya is already big, and she herself will read this book to her grandmother.

- Sit down, grandma! – Tanya said. – I’ll read you a story.

Tanya read, grandmother listened, and mother praised both:

- That's how smart you are!

The mother had three sons - three pioneers. Years have passed. War broke out. A mother saw off her three sons - three fighters - to war. One son beat the enemy in the sky. Another son beat the enemy on the ground. The third son beat the enemy at sea. Three heroes returned to their mother: a pilot, a tanker and a sailor!

Tannin achievements

Every evening, dad took a notebook and pencil and sat down with Tanya and grandmother.

- Well, what are your achievements? - he asked.

Dad explained to Tanya that achievements are all the good and useful things a person has done in a day. Dad carefully wrote down Tanya's achievements in a notebook.

One day he asked, holding his pencil ready as usual:

- Well, what are your achievements?

“Tanya was washing the dishes and broke a cup,” said the grandmother.

“Hm...” said the father.

- Dad! – Tanya begged. – The cup was bad, it fell on its own! There is no need to write about it in our achievements! Just write: Tanya washed the dishes!

- Fine! – Dad laughed. “Let’s punish this cup so that next time, when washing dishes, the other one will be more careful!”

IN kindergarten there were a lot of toys. Clockwork locomotives ran along the rails, airplanes hummed in the room, and elegant dolls lay in strollers. The guys all played together and everyone had fun. Only one boy did not play. He collected a whole bunch of toys near him and protected them from the children.

- My! My! - he shouted, covering the toys with his hands.

The children did not argue - there were enough toys for everyone.

- How well we play! How much fun we have! – the boys boasted to the teacher.

- But I am bored! - the boy shouted from his corner.

- Why? – the teacher was surprised. – You have so many toys!

But the boy could not explain why he was bored.

“Yes, because he is not a gambler, but a watchman,” the children explained for him.

Button

Tanya's button came off. Tanya spent a long time sewing it to her bra.

“What, grandma,” she asked, “do all boys and girls know how to sew on their buttons?”

“I don’t know, Tanyusha; Both boys and girls can tear off buttons, but grandmothers increasingly get to sew them on.

- That's how it is! – Tanya said offended. – And you forced me, as if you weren’t a grandmother yourself!

Mom poured cookies onto a plate. Grandma clinked her cups merrily. Everyone sat down at the table. Vova pulled the plate towards him.

“Divide one at a time,” Misha said sternly.

The boys poured all the cookies onto the table and divided them into two piles.

- Exactly? – Vova asked.

Misha looked at the crowd with his eyes:

- Exactly... Grandma, pour us some tea!

Grandma served tea to both of them. It was quiet at the table. The piles of cookies were quickly shrinking.

- Crumbly! Sweet! Delicious! - Misha said.

- Yes! – Vova responded with his mouth full.

Mom and grandmother were silent. When all the cookies were eaten, Vova took a deep breath, patted himself on the stomach and crawled out from behind the table. Misha finished the last bite and looked at his mother - she was stirring the unstarted tea with a spoon. He looked at his grandmother - she was chewing a crust of black bread...

Offenders

Tolya often came running from the yard and complained that the guys were hurting him.

“Don’t complain,” my mother once said, “you have to treat your comrades better yourself, then your comrades won’t offend you!”

Tolya went out onto the stairs. On the playground, one of his offenders, the neighbor boy Sasha, was looking for something.

“My mother gave me a coin for bread, but I lost it,” he explained gloomily. – Don’t come here, otherwise you’ll trample!

Tolya remembered what his mother told him in the morning and hesitantly suggested:

- Let's look together!

The boys began to search together. Sasha was lucky: a silver coin flashed under the stairs in the very corner.

- Here she is! – Sasha was delighted. - She got scared of us and found herself! Thank you. Go out into the yard. The guys will not be touched! Now I’m just running for bread!

He slid down the railing. From the dark flight of stairs came cheerfully:

- You go!..

New toy

Uncle sat down on the suitcase and opened his notebook.

- Well, what should I bring to whom? - he asked.

The guys smiled and moved closer.

- I want a doll!

- And I have a car!

- And I need a crane!

- And for me... And for me... - The guys vied with each other to order, my uncle wrote it down.

Only Vitya sat silently on the sidelines and didn’t know what to ask... At home, his entire corner is littered with toys... There are carriages with a steam locomotive, and cars, and cranes... Everything, everything the guys asked for, Vitya has had it for a long time... He doesn’t even have anything to wish for... But his uncle will bring every boy and every girl a new toy, and only he, Vitya, will not bring anything...

– Why are you silent, Vityuk? - asked my uncle.

Vitya sobbed bitterly.

“I... have everything...” he explained through tears.

Medicine

The little girl's mother got sick. The doctor came and saw that mom was holding her head with one hand and tidying up her toys with the other. And the girl sits on her chair and commands:

- Bring me the cubes!

The mother picked up the cubes from the floor, put them in a box, and gave them to her daughter.

- And the doll? Where's my doll? - the girl screams again.

The doctor looked at this and said:

– Until my daughter learns to tidy up her toys herself, her mother will not recover!

Who punished him?

I offended my friend. I pushed a passerby. I hit the dog. I was rude to my sister. Everyone left me. I was left alone and cried bitterly.

-Who punished him? - asked the neighbor.

“He punished himself,” my mother answered.

Images

Katya had a lot of decals.

At recess, Nyura sat down next to Katya and said with a sigh:

– You’re happy, Katya, everyone loves you! Both at school and at home...

Katya looked at her friend gratefully and said embarrassedly:

– And I can be very bad... I even feel it myself...

- Well, what are you talking about! What you! – Nyura waved her hands. - You are very good, you are the kindest in the class, you don’t regret anything... Ask another girl for something - she will never give it, but you don’t even need to ask... Here, for example, decals. ..

“Oh, pictures...” Katya drawled, pulled out an envelope from her desk, selected several pictures and placed them in front of Nyura. – I would have said so right away... Why did you need to praise?..

Who's the boss?

The big black dog's name was Zhuk. Two boys, Kolya and Vanya, picked up the Beetle on the street. His leg was broken. Kolya and Vanya looked after him together, and when the Beetle recovered, each of the boys wanted to become his only owner. But they could not decide who the owner of the Beetle was, so their dispute always ended in a quarrel.

One day they were walking through the forest. The beetle ran ahead. The boys argued heatedly.

“My dog,” said Kolya, “I was the first to see the Beetle and picked him up!”

“No, mine,” Vanya was angry, “I bandaged her paw and carried tasty morsels for her!”

Nobody wanted to give in. The boys had a big fight.

- My! My! - they both shouted.

Suddenly two huge shepherd dogs jumped out of the forester's yard. They rushed at the Beetle and knocked him to the ground. Vanya hastily climbed the tree and shouted to his comrade:

- Save yourself!

But Kolya grabbed a stick and rushed to help Zhuk. The forester came running to the noise and drove his shepherds away.

-Whose dog? – he shouted angrily.

“Mine,” said Kolya.

Vanya was silent.

Squirrel tricks

The pioneers went into the forest to buy nuts.

Two girlfriends climbed into a thick hazel tree and picked a basket full of nuts. They walk through the forest, and the blue bells nod their heads to them.

“Let’s hang the basket on a tree and pick some bells ourselves,” says one friend.

- OK! - the other one answers.

A basket is hanging on a tree, and girls are picking flowers.

The squirrel looked out of the hollow, looked into the basket with nuts... Well, he thinks, good luck!

The squirrel carried a full hollow of nuts. The girls came with flowers, but the basket was empty...

Only the shells fly onto their heads.

The girls looked up, and there was a squirrel sitting on a branch, fluffing its red tail and cracking nuts!

The girls laughed:

- Oh, you're a delicacy!

Other pioneers came up, looked at the squirrel, laughed, shared their nuts with the girls and went home.

What's easier?

Three boys went into the forest. There are mushrooms, berries, birds in the forest. The boys went on a spree. We didn’t notice how the day passed. They go home - they are afraid:

- It will hit us at home!

So they stopped on the road and thought what was better: to lie or to tell the truth?

“I’ll say,” says the first, “that a wolf attacked me in the forest.” The father will be afraid and will not scold.

“I’ll say,” says the second, “that I met my grandfather.” My mother will be happy and will not scold me.

“And I’ll tell the truth,” says the third. – It’s always easier to tell the truth, because it’s the truth and you don’t need to invent anything.

So they all went home. As soon as the first boy told his father about the wolf, lo and behold: the forest guard was coming.

“No,” he says, “there are no wolves in these places.”

The father got angry. For the first guilt he punished, and for a lie - twice.

The second boy told about his grandfather. And the grandfather is right there, coming to visit.

Mother found out the truth. For the first offense she was punished, and for a lie - twice as much.

And the third boy, as soon as he arrived, immediately confessed to everything. His aunt grumbled at him and forgave him.

I have friends: Misha, Vova and their mother. When mom is at work, I come in to check on the boys.

- Hello! - they both shout to me. -What did you bring us?

One time I said:

- Why don’t you ask, maybe I’m cold, tired? Why do you immediately ask what I brought you?

“I don’t care,” said Misha, “I’ll ask you the way you want.”

“We don’t care,” Vova repeated after his brother.

Today they both greeted me with a patter:

- Hello. You are cold, tired, and what did you bring us?

– I brought you only one gift.

- One for three? – Misha was surprised.

- Yes. You must decide for yourself who to give it to: Misha, mom or Vova.

- Let's hurry up. I'll decide for myself! - said Misha.

Vova, sticking out his lower lip, looked at his brother incredulously and snorted loudly.

I started rummaging through my purse. The boys looked at my hands impatiently. Finally I pulled out a clean handkerchief.

- Here's a gift for you.

- So this is... this is... a handkerchief! - Misha said stuttering. – Who needs such a gift?

- Well, yes! Who needs it? – Vova repeated after his brother.

- It's still a gift. So decide who to give it to.

Misha waved his hand.

- Who needs it? Nobody needs him! Give it to mom!

- Give it to mom! – Vova repeated after his brother.

Until the first rain

Tanya and Masha were very friendly and always went to kindergarten together. First Masha came for Tanya, then Tanya came for Masha. One day, when the girls were walking down the street, it started heavy rain. Masha was in a raincoat, and Tanya was in one dress. The girls ran.

- Take off your cloak, we will cover ourselves together! – Tanya shouted as she ran.

– I can’t, I’ll get wet! – Masha answered her, bending her hooded head down.

In kindergarten the teacher said:

- How strange, Masha’s dress is dry, but yours, Tanya, is completely wet, how did this happen? After all, you walked together?

“Masha had a raincoat, and I walked in one dress,” Tanya said.

“So you could cover yourself with just a cloak,” said the teacher and, looking at Masha, shook her head.

- Apparently, your friendship is until the first rain!

Both girls blushed: Masha for herself, and Tanya for Masha.

Dreamer

Yura and Tolya walked not far from the river bank.

“I wonder,” said Tolya, “how these feats are accomplished?” I always dream of a feat!

“I don’t even think about it,” Yura answered and suddenly stopped...

Desperate cries for help were heard from the river. Both boys rushed to the call... Yura kicked off his shoes as he walked, threw his books aside and, reaching the shore, threw himself into the water.

And Tolya ran along the shore and shouted:

-Who called? Who was screaming? Who's drowning?

Meanwhile, Yura hardly dragged the crying baby ashore.

- Oh, here it is! That's who screamed! – Tolya was delighted. - Alive? Well, good! But if we hadn’t arrived on time, who knows what would have happened!

Merry Christmas tree

Tanya and mom decorated the Christmas tree. Guests came to the Christmas tree. Tanya's friend brought a violin. Tanya’s brother came, a student at a vocational school. Two Suvorov officers and Tanya’s uncle came.

One place was empty at the table: the mother was waiting for her son, a sailor.

Everyone was having fun, only mom was sad.

The bell rang and the guys rushed to the door. Santa Claus entered the room and began handing out gifts. Tanya received a large doll. Then Santa Claus came up to my mother and took off his beard. It was her son, a sailor.

blue leaves

Katya had two green pencils. But Lena didn’t have one. So Lena asks Katya:

- Give me a green pencil.

And Katya says:

– I’ll ask my mother.

The next day both girls come to school. Lena asks:

- Did your mother allow it?

And Katya sighed and said:

“Mom allowed it, but I didn’t ask my brother.”

“Well, ask your brother again,” says Lena.

Katya arrives the next day.

- Well, did your brother allow you? – Lena asks.

“My brother allowed it, but I’m afraid you’ll break the pencil.”

“I’m being careful,” says Lena.

“Look,” says Katya, “don’t fix it, don’t press hard, don’t put it in your mouth.” Don't draw too much.

“I just need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass,” says Lena.

“That’s a lot,” says Katya, and her eyebrows frown. And she made a dissatisfied face.

Lena looked at her and walked away. I didn't take a pencil. Katya was surprised and ran after her:

- Well, why don’t you take it? Take it!

“No need,” Lena answers.

During the lesson the teacher asks:

- Why, Lenochka, are the leaves on your trees blue?

- There is no green pencil.

- Why didn’t you take it from your girlfriend?

Lena is silent. And Katya blushed like a lobster and said:

“I gave it to her, but she doesn’t take it.”

The teacher looked at both:

“You have to give so that you can take.”

The day was sunny. The ice sparkled.

There were few people at the skating rink. The little girl, with her arms outstretched comically, rode from bench to bench. Two schoolchildren were tying up their skates and looking at Vitya. Vitya performed different tricks - sometimes he rode on one leg, sometimes he spun around like a top.

- Well done! – one of the boys shouted to him.

Vitya rushed around the circle like an arrow, made a dashing turn and ran into the girl. The girl fell. Vitya was scared.

“I accidentally...” he said, brushing snow off her fur coat. - Did you hurt yourself?

The girl smiled:

- Knee...

Laughter came from behind.

"They're laughing at me!" – thought Vitya and turned away from the girl with annoyance.

- What a miracle - a knee! What a crybaby! – he shouted, driving past the schoolchildren.

- Come to us! - they called.

Vitya approached them. Holding hands, all three merrily slid across the ice. And the girl sat on the bench, rubbing her bruised knee and crying.

Got revenge

Katya walked up to her desk and gasped: the drawer was pulled out, the new paints were scattered, the brushes were dirty, and puddles of brown water had spread on the table.

- Alyoshka! – Katya shouted. “Alyoshka!” And, covering her face with her hands, she began to cry loudly.

Alyosha stuck his round head through the door. His cheeks and nose were stained with paint.

- I didn’t do anything to you! – he said quickly.

Katya rushed at him with her fists, but her little brother disappeared behind the door and jumped through the open window into the garden.

- I will take revenge on you! – Katya screamed with tears.

Alyosha, like a monkey, climbed up the tree and, hanging from the lower branch, showed his nose to his sister.

– I started crying!.. Because of some colors I started crying!

- You will cry for me too! - Katya shouted. - You'll cry!

- Am I the one who will pay? – Alyosha laughed and began to quickly climb up. - Catch me first!

Suddenly he stumbled and hung, grabbing onto a thin branch. The branch crunched and broke off. Alyosha fell.

Katya ran into the garden. She immediately forgot her ruined paints and the quarrel with her brother.

- Alyosha! - she shouted. - Alyosha!

The little brother sat on the ground and, blocking his head with his hands, looked at her in fear.

- Get up! Get up!

But Alyosha pulled his head into his shoulders and closed his eyes.

- Can not? – Katya shouted, feeling Alyosha’s knees. - Hold on to me. “She hugged her little brother by the shoulders and carefully pulled him to his feet. - Does it hurt you?

Alyosha shook his head and suddenly began to cry.

- What, you can’t stand? – Katya asked.

Alyosha cried even louder and hugged his sister tightly.

- I will never touch your paints again... never... never... never!

The dog barked furiously, falling on its front paws. Right in front of her, pressed against the fence, sat a small, disheveled kitten. He opened his mouth wide and meowed pitifully. Two boys stood nearby and waited to see what would happen. A woman looked out the window and hurriedly ran out onto the porch. She drove the dog away and angrily shouted to the boys:

- Shame on you!

- What is it - shameful? We didn't do anything! – the boys were surprised.

“That’s bad!” the woman answered angrily.

Pavlik jumped for joy and kissed her on both cheeks.

"Wizard! Wizard!" - he repeated to himself, remembering the old man.

At dinner, Pavlik sat quietly and listened to his brother’s every word. When his brother said that he would go boating, Pavlik put his hand on his shoulder and quietly asked:

- Take me, please.

Everyone at the table immediately fell silent. The brother raised his eyebrows and grinned.

“Take it,” the sister suddenly said. - What is it worth to you!

- Well, why not take it? - Grandma smiled. - Of course, take it.

“Please,” Pavlik repeated.

The brother laughed loudly, patted the boy on the shoulder, ruffled his hair:

- Oh, you traveler! Okay, get ready!

“It helped! It helped again!”

Pavlik jumped out from the table and ran into the street. But the old man was no longer in the park. The bench was empty, and only incomprehensible signs drawn by an umbrella remained on the sand.

Two women were taking water from a well. A third approached them. And the old man sat down on a pebble to rest.

Here's what one woman says to another:

- My son is dexterous and strong, no one can handle him.

And the third is silent.

- Why don’t you tell me about your son? - her neighbors ask.

- What can I say? - says the woman. – There’s nothing special about him.

So the women collected full buckets and left. And the old man is behind them. Women walk and stop. My hands hurt, the water splashes, my back hurts.

Suddenly three boys run out towards us.

One of them tumbles over his head, walks like a cartwheel, and the women admire him.

He sings another song, sings like a nightingale - the women listen to him.

And the third ran up to his mother, took the heavy buckets from her and dragged them.

The women ask the old man:

- Well? What are our sons like?

-Where are they? - the old man answers. - I only see one son!

Mom gave Kolya colored pencils. One day his comrade Vitya came to Kolya.

- Let's draw!

Kolya put a box of pencils on the table. There were only three pencils: red, green and blue.

-Where are the others? – Vitya asked.

Kolya shrugged.

– Yes, I gave them away: my sister’s friend took the brown one - she needed to paint the roof of the house; I gave the pink and blue ones to one girl from our yard - she lost hers... And Petya took the black and yellow ones from me - he just didn’t have enough of those...

- But you yourself were left without pencils! - my friend was surprised. - Don't you need them?

- No, they are very necessary, but all such cases that it is impossible not to give!

Vitya took pencils from the box, turned them over in his hands and said:

“You’re going to give it to someone anyway, so it’s better to give it to me.” I don't have a single colored pencil!

Kolya looked at the empty box.

“Well, take it... since this is the case...” he muttered.

Just an old lady

A boy and a girl were walking down the street. And ahead of them was an old woman. It was very slippery. The old lady slipped and fell.

- Hold my books! – the boy shouted, handing his briefcase to the girl, and rushed to help the old woman.

When he returned, the girl asked him:

- Is this your grandmother?

“No,” answered the boy.

- Mother? – the girlfriend was surprised.

- Well, aunt? Or a friend?

- No, no, no! - the boy answered. - It's just an old lady.

Girl with a doll

Yura entered the bus and sat down in a child's seat. Following Yura, a military man entered. Yura jumped up:

- Sit down please!

- Sit, sit! I'll sit here.

The military man sat down behind Yura. An old woman walked up the steps. Yura wanted to offer her a seat, but another boy beat him to it.

“It turned out ugly,” Yura thought and began to look vigilantly at the door.

A girl came in from the front platform. She was clutching a tightly folded flannel blanket, from which protruded a lace cap.

Yura jumped up:

- Sit down please!

The girl nodded her head, sat down and, opening the blanket, pulled out a large doll.

The passengers laughed merrily, and Yura blushed.

“I thought she was a woman with a child,” he muttered.

The soldier patted him on the shoulder approvingly:

- Nothing, nothing! The girl also needs to give way! And even a girl with a doll!

Vanya brought a collection of stamps to class.

- Nice collection! - Petya approved and immediately said: “You know what, you have a lot of identical brands here, give them to me.” I will ask my father for money, buy other brands and return it to you.

- Take it, of course! – Vanya agreed.

But his father did not give Petya money, but bought him a collection. Petya felt sorry for his stamps.

“I’ll give it to you later,” he said to Vanya.

- No need! I don't need these brands at all! Let's play with feathers instead!

They started playing. Petya was unlucky - he lost ten feathers. He frowned.

– I’m in your debt all around!

“What a duty,” says Vanya, “I was playing with you as a joke.”

Petya looked at his comrade from under his brows: Vanya had a thick nose, freckles were scattered across his face, his eyes were somehow round...

“Why am I friends with him? - thought Petya. “I’m just accumulating debts.” And he began to run away from his friend, make friends with other boys, and he himself had some kind of resentment towards Vanya.

He goes to bed and dreams:

“I’ll save up some more stamps and give him the whole collection, and I’ll give him the feathers, instead of ten feathers - fifteen...”

But Vanya doesn’t even think about Petya’s debts, he wonders: what happened to his friend?

Somehow he approaches him and asks:

- Why are you looking at me sideways, Petya?

Petya couldn't stand it. He blushed all over and said something rude to his friend:

– Do you think you’re the only honest one? And others are dishonest! Do you think I need your stamps? Or did I not see any feathers?

Vanya backed away from his comrade, he felt offended, he wanted to say something but could not.

Petya begged his mother for money, bought feathers, grabbed his collection and ran to Vanya.

- Get all your debts in full! – He’s happy, his eyes are sparkling. - Nothing was missing from me!

- No, it's gone! - says Vanya. - And you will never get back what is missing!

Two boys stood on the street under the clock and talked.

“I didn’t solve the example because it had brackets,” Yura justified himself.

“And I because there were very large numbers,” said Oleg.

– We can solve it together, we still have time!

The clock outside showed half past two.

“We have a whole half hour,” said Yura. – During this time, the pilot can transport passengers from one city to another.

“And my uncle, the captain, managed to load the entire crew into the boats in twenty minutes during the shipwreck.

“What - over twenty!..” Yura said busily. “Sometimes five or ten minutes means a lot.” You just need to take every minute into account.

- Here’s a case! During one competition...

The boys remembered many interesting incidents.

“And I know...” Oleg suddenly stopped and looked at his watch. - Exactly two!

Yura gasped.

- Let's run! - Yura said. - We're late for school!

- What about an example? – Oleg asked in fear.

Yura just waved his hand as he ran.

Just

Kostya made a birdhouse and called Vova:

- Look at the bird house I made.

Vova squatted down.

- Oh, what! Totally real! With a porch! You know what, Kostya,” he said timidly, “make me one too!” And I’ll make you a glider for this.

“Okay,” Kostya agreed. - Just don’t give it for this or that, but just like this: you make me a glider, and I’ll make you a birdhouse.

Visited

Valya did not come to class. Her friends sent Musya to her.

Valentina Oseeva

Magic word (collection)

Magic word

blue leaves

Katya had two green pencils. But Lena didn’t have one. So Lena asks Katya:

- Give me a green pencil.

And Katya says:

– I’ll ask my mother.

The next day both girls come to school. Lena asks:

- Did your mother allow it?

And Katya sighed and said:

“Mom allowed it, but I didn’t ask my brother.”

“Well, ask your brother again,” says Lena.

Katya arrives the next day.

- Well, did your brother allow you? – Lena asks.

“My brother allowed it, but I’m afraid you’ll break the pencil.”

“I’m being careful,” says Lena.

“Look,” says Katya, “don’t fix it, don’t press hard, don’t put it in your mouth.” Don't draw too much.

“I just need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass,” says Lena.

“That’s a lot,” says Katya, and her eyebrows frown. And she made a dissatisfied face.

Lena looked at her and walked away. I didn't take a pencil. Katya was surprised and ran after her:

- Well, why don’t you take it? Take it!

“No need,” Lena answers.

During the lesson the teacher asks:

- Why, Lenochka, are the leaves on your trees blue?

- There is no green pencil.

- Why didn’t you take it from your girlfriend?

Lena is silent. And Katya blushed like a lobster and said:

“I gave it to her, but she doesn’t take it.”

The teacher looked at both:

“You have to give so that you can take.”

The day was sunny. The ice sparkled.

There were few people at the skating rink. The little girl, with her arms outstretched comically, rode from bench to bench. Two schoolchildren were tying up their skates and looking at Vitya. Vitya performed different tricks - sometimes he rode on one leg, sometimes he spun around like a top.

- Well done! – one of the boys shouted to him.

Vitya rushed around the circle like an arrow, made a dashing turn and ran into the girl. The girl fell. Vitya was scared.

“I accidentally...” he said, brushing snow off her fur coat. - Did you hurt yourself?

The girl smiled:

- Knee...

Laughter came from behind.

"They're laughing at me!" – thought Vitya and turned away from the girl with annoyance.

- What a miracle - a knee! What a crybaby! – he shouted, driving past the schoolchildren.

- Come to us! - they called.

Vitya approached them. Holding hands, all three merrily slid across the ice. And the girl sat on the bench, rubbing her bruised knee and crying.

Got revenge

Katya walked up to her desk and gasped: the drawer was pulled out, the new paints were scattered, the brushes were dirty, and puddles of brown water had spread on the table.

- Alyoshka! – Katya shouted. “Alyoshka!” And, covering her face with her hands, she began to cry loudly.

Alyosha stuck his round head through the door. His cheeks and nose were stained with paint.

- I didn’t do anything to you! – he said quickly.

Katya rushed at him with her fists, but her little brother disappeared behind the door and jumped through the open window into the garden.

- I will take revenge on you! – Katya screamed with tears.

Alyosha, like a monkey, climbed up the tree and, hanging from the lower branch, showed his nose to his sister.

– I started crying!.. Because of some colors I started crying!

- You will cry for me too! - Katya shouted. - You'll cry!

- Am I the one who will pay? – Alyosha laughed and began to quickly climb up. - Catch me first!

Suddenly he stumbled and hung, grabbing onto a thin branch. The branch crunched and broke off. Alyosha fell.

Katya ran into the garden. She immediately forgot her ruined paints and the quarrel with her brother.

- Alyosha! - she shouted. - Alyosha!

The little brother sat on the ground and, blocking his head with his hands, looked at her in fear.

- Get up! Get up!

But Alyosha pulled his head into his shoulders and closed his eyes.

- Can not? – Katya shouted, feeling Alyosha’s knees. - Hold on to me. “She hugged her little brother by the shoulders and carefully pulled him to his feet. - Does it hurt you?

Alyosha shook his head and suddenly began to cry.

- What, you can’t stand? – Katya asked.

Alyosha cried even louder and hugged his sister tightly.

- I will never touch your paints again... never... never... never!

The dog barked furiously, falling on its front paws. Right in front of her, pressed against the fence, sat a small, disheveled kitten. He opened his mouth wide and meowed pitifully. Two boys stood nearby and waited to see what would happen. A woman looked out the window and hurriedly ran out onto the porch. She drove the dog away and angrily shouted to the boys:

- Shame on you!

- What is it - shameful? We didn't do anything! – the boys were surprised.

“That’s bad!” the woman answered angrily.

Magic word

A little old man with a long gray beard was sitting on a bench and drawing something in the sand with an umbrella.

“Move over,” Pavlik told him and sat down on the edge.

The old man moved and, looking at the boy’s red, angry face, said:

– Did something happen to you?

- Well, okay! What do you care? – Pavlik looked sideways at him.

- Nothing for me. But now you were screaming, crying, quarreling with someone...

- Still would! – the boy muttered angrily. “I’ll soon run away from home completely.”

- Will you run away?

- I’ll run away! I’ll run away because of Lenka alone. – Pavlik clenched his fists. “I almost gave her a good one just now!” Doesn't give any paint! And how many do you have?

- Does not give? Well, there's no point in running away because of this.

- Not only because of this. Grandma chased me out of the kitchen for one carrot... right with a rag, a rag...

Pavlik snorted with resentment.

- Nonsense! - said the old man. - One will scold, the other will regret.

- Nobody feels sorry for me! - Pavlik shouted. “My brother is going for a boat ride, but he won’t take me.” I tell him: “You better take it, I won’t leave you anyway, I’ll steal the oars, I’ll climb into the boat myself!”

Pavlik slammed his fist on the bench. And suddenly he fell silent.

- Why doesn’t your brother take you?

– Why do you keep asking?

The old man smoothed his long beard:

- I want to help you. There is such a magic word...

Pavlik opened his mouth.

- I'll tell you this word. But remember: you need to say it in a quiet voice, looking straight into the eyes of the person you are talking to. Remember - in a quiet voice, looking straight into your eyes...

- What word?

- This is a magic word. But don't forget how to say it.

“I’ll try,” Pavlik grinned, “I’ll try right now.” “He jumped up and ran home.

Lena was sitting at the table and drawing. Paints - green, blue, red - lay in front of her. Seeing Pavlik, she immediately raked them into a pile and covered them with her hand.

“The old man deceived me! – the boy thought with annoyance. “Will someone like that understand the magic word!”

Pavlik walked sideways towards his sister and pulled her sleeve. The sister looked back. Then, looking into her eyes, the boy said in a quiet voice:

- Lena, give me one paint... please...

Lena opened her eyes wide. Her fingers unclenched, and, taking her hand off the table, she muttered embarrassedly:

- Which one do you want?

“I’ll have the blue one,” Pavlik said timidly.

He took the paint, held it in his hands, walked around the room with it and gave it to his sister. He didn't need paint. He was now thinking only about the magic word.

“I’ll go to my grandmother. She's just cooking. Will he drive away or not?

Pavlik opened the door to the kitchen. The old woman was removing hot pies from the baking sheet.

The grandson ran up to her, turned her red, wrinkled face with both hands, looked into her eyes and whispered:

– Give me a piece of pie... please.

Grandma straightened up. The magic word shone in every wrinkle, in the eyes, in the smile.

- I wanted something hot... something hot, my darling! – she said, choosing the best, rosy pie.

Pavlik jumped for joy and kissed her on both cheeks.

"Wizard! Wizard!" - he repeated to himself, remembering the old man.

At dinner, Pavlik sat quietly and listened to his brother’s every word. When his brother said that he would go boating, Pavlik put his hand on his shoulder and quietly asked:

- Take me, please.

Everyone at the table immediately fell silent. The brother raised his eyebrows and grinned.

“Take it,” the sister suddenly said. - What is it worth to you!

- Well, why not take it? - Grandma smiled. - Of course, take it.

“Please,” Pavlik repeated.

The brother laughed loudly, patted the boy on the shoulder, ruffled his hair:

- Oh, you traveler! Okay, get ready!

“It helped! It helped again!”

Pavlik jumped out from the table and ran into the street. But the old man was no longer in the park. The bench was empty, and only incomprehensible signs drawn by an umbrella remained on the sand.

Two women were taking water from a well. A third approached them. And the old man sat down on a pebble to rest.

Here's what one woman says to another:

- My son is dexterous and strong, no one can handle him.

And the third is silent.

- Why don’t you tell me about your son? - her neighbors ask.

- What can I say? - says the woman. – There’s nothing special about him.

So the women collected full buckets and left. And the old man is behind them. Women walk and stop. My hands hurt, the water splashes, my back hurts.

Suddenly three boys run out towards us.

One of them tumbles over his head, walks like a cartwheel, and the women admire him.

He sings another song, sings like a nightingale - the women listen to him.

And the third ran up to his mother, took the heavy buckets from her and dragged them.

The women ask the old man:

- Well? What are our sons like?

-Where are they? - the old man answers. - I only see one son!

Mom gave Kolya colored pencils. One day his comrade Vitya came to Kolya.

- Let's draw!

Kolya put a box of pencils on the table. There were only three pencils: red, green and blue.

-Where are the others? – Vitya asked.

Kolya shrugged.

– Yes, I gave them away: my sister’s friend took the brown one - she needed to paint the roof of the house; I gave the pink and blue ones to one girl from our yard - she lost hers... And Petya took the black and yellow ones from me - he just didn’t have enough of those...

- But you yourself were left without pencils! - my friend was surprised. - Don't you need them?

- No, they are very necessary, but all such cases that it is impossible not to give!

Vitya took pencils from the box, turned them over in his hands and said:

“You’re going to give it to someone anyway, so it’s better to give it to me.” I don't have a single colored pencil!

Kolya looked at the empty box.

“Well, take it... since this is the case...” he muttered.

Just an old lady

A boy and a girl were walking down the street. And ahead of them was an old woman. It was very slippery. The old lady slipped and fell.

- Hold my books! – the boy shouted, handing his briefcase to the girl, and rushed to help the old woman.

When he returned, the girl asked him:

- Is this your grandmother?

“No,” answered the boy.

- Mother? – the girlfriend was surprised.

- Well, aunt? Or a friend?

- No, no, no! - the boy answered. - It's just an old lady.

Girl with a doll

Yura entered the bus and sat down in a child's seat. Following Yura, a military man entered. Yura jumped up:

- Sit down please!

- Sit, sit! I'll sit here.

The military man sat down behind Yura. An old woman walked up the steps. Yura wanted to offer her a seat, but another boy beat him to it.

“It turned out ugly,” Yura thought and began to look vigilantly at the door.

A girl came in from the front platform. She was clutching a tightly folded flannel blanket, from which protruded a lace cap.

Yura jumped up:

- Sit down please!

The girl nodded her head, sat down and, opening the blanket, pulled out a large doll.

The passengers laughed merrily, and Yura blushed.

“I thought she was a woman with a child,” he muttered.

The soldier patted him on the shoulder approvingly:

- Nothing, nothing! The girl also needs to give way! And even a girl with a doll!

Vanya brought a collection of stamps to class.

- Nice collection! - Petya approved and immediately said: “You know what, you have a lot of identical brands here, give them to me.” I will ask my father for money, buy other brands and return it to you.

- Take it, of course! – Vanya agreed.

But his father did not give Petya money, but bought him a collection. Petya felt sorry for his stamps.

“I’ll give it to you later,” he said to Vanya.

- No need! I don't need these brands at all! Let's play with feathers instead!

They started playing. Petya was unlucky - he lost ten feathers. He frowned.

– I’m in your debt all around!

“What a duty,” says Vanya, “I was playing with you as a joke.”

Petya looked at his comrade from under his brows: Vanya had a thick nose, freckles were scattered across his face, his eyes were somehow round...

“Why am I friends with him? - thought Petya. “I’m just accumulating debts.” And he began to run away from his friend, make friends with other boys, and he himself had some kind of resentment towards Vanya.

He goes to bed and dreams:

“I’ll save up some more stamps and give him the whole collection, and I’ll give him the feathers, instead of ten feathers - fifteen...”

But Vanya doesn’t even think about Petya’s debts, he wonders: what happened to his friend?

Somehow he approaches him and asks:

- Why are you looking at me sideways, Petya?

Petya couldn't stand it. He blushed all over and said something rude to his friend:

– Do you think you’re the only honest one? And others are dishonest! Do you think I need your stamps? Or did I not see any feathers?

Vanya backed away from his comrade, he felt offended, he wanted to say something but could not.

Petya begged his mother for money, bought feathers, grabbed his collection and ran to Vanya.

- Get all your debts in full! – He’s happy, his eyes are sparkling. - Nothing was missing from me!

- No, it's gone! - says Vanya. - And you will never get back what is missing!

Two boys stood on the street under the clock and talked.

“I didn’t solve the example because it had brackets,” Yura justified himself.

“And I because there were very large numbers,” said Oleg.

– We can solve it together, we still have time!

The clock outside showed half past two.

“We have a whole half hour,” said Yura. – During this time, the pilot can transport passengers from one city to another.

“And my uncle, the captain, managed to load the entire crew into the boats in twenty minutes during the shipwreck.

“What - over twenty!..” Yura said busily. “Sometimes five or ten minutes means a lot.” You just need to take every minute into account.

- Here’s a case! During one competition...

The boys remembered many interesting incidents.

“And I know...” Oleg suddenly stopped and looked at his watch. - Exactly two!

Yura gasped.

- Let's run! - Yura said. - We're late for school!

- What about an example? – Oleg asked in fear.

Yura just waved his hand as he ran.

Just

Kostya made a birdhouse and called Vova:

- Look at the bird house I made.

Vova squatted down.

- Oh, what! Totally real! With a porch! You know what, Kostya,” he said timidly, “make me one too!” And I’ll make you a glider for this.

“Okay,” Kostya agreed. - Just don’t give it for this or that, but just like this: you make me a glider, and I’ll make you a birdhouse.

Visited

Valya did not come to class. Her friends sent Musya to her.

- Go and find out what’s wrong with Valya: maybe she’s sick, maybe she needs something?

Musya found her friend in bed. Valya was lying with her cheek bandaged.

- Oh, Valechka! - Musya said, sitting down on a chair. - You probably have gumboil! Oh, what a flux I had in the summer! A whole boil!

And you know, grandma had just left, and mom was at work...

“My mother is also at work,” said Valya, holding her cheek. - I need a rinse...

- Oh, Valechka! They gave me a rinse too! And I felt better! As I rinse it, it’s better! And a heating pad also helped me - hot, hot...

Valya perked up and nodded her head.

- Yes, yes, a heating pad... Musya, we have a kettle in the kitchen...

- Isn’t he the one making the noise? No, it's probably rain! – Musya jumped up and ran to the window. - That's right, rain! It's good that I came in galoshes! Otherwise you might catch a cold!

End of free trial.

The main characters of Oseeva’s story “Just Like That” are two friends, Kostya and Vova. When Kostya made a birdhouse, he wanted to show his creation to a friend. Vova really liked Kostin’s birdhouse, and he asked to make him the same one. And for making a birdhouse, Vova promised Kostya to make a model of a glider.

However, Kostya did not agree to make a birdhouse under such conditions. He told his friend to make a glider just like that, and Kostya will also make Vova a birdhouse just like that.

That's how it is summary story.

The main idea of ​​Oseeva’s story “Just Like That” is that friendship and business relationships do not go well together. If Kostya had agreed to Vova’s proposal, a business relationship would have arisen between them according to the principle “You give me, I give you.” But Kostya wanted him and Vova to be just friends. Therefore, he promised Vova to make a birdhouse just like that, without any obligations on Vova’s part.

The story “Just Like That” teaches you to value friendship and not bring business obligations into it.

In Oseeva’s story, I liked Kostya, who appreciates true friendship, and for the sake of friendship he is ready to do a lot.

What proverbs fit the story “Just like that”?

Friendship is paid for with friendship.
Not into service, but into friendship.
Selflessness is one of the most praiseworthy virtues that gives rise to good glory.

Interesting short educational stories by Valentina Oseeva for children of senior preschool and primary school age.

OSEEVA. BLUE LEAVES

Katya had two green pencils. And Lena has none. So Lena asks Katya:

Give me a green pencil. And Katya says:

I'll ask my mom.

The next day both girls come to school. Lena asks:

Did your mom allow it?

And Katya sighed and said:

Mom allowed it, but I didn’t ask my brother.

Well, ask your brother again,” says Lena. Katya arrives the next day.

Well, did your brother allow it? - Lena asks.

My brother allowed me, but I'm afraid you'll break your pencil.

“I’m careful,” says Lena.

Look, says Katya, don’t fix it, don’t press hard, don’t put it in your mouth. Don't draw too much.

“I just need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass,” says Lena.

“That’s a lot,” says Katya, and her eyebrows frown. And she made a dissatisfied face. Lena looked at her and walked away. I didn't take a pencil. Katya was surprised and ran after her:

Well, what are you doing? Take it!

No need,” Lena answers. During the lesson the teacher asks:

Why, Lenochka, are the leaves on your trees blue?

There is no green pencil.

Why didn't you take it from your girlfriend? Lena is silent. And Katya blushed like a lobster and said:

I gave it to her, but she doesn’t take it. The teacher looked at both:

You have to give so that you can take.

OSEEVA. BADLY

The dog barked furiously, falling on its front paws. Right in front of her, pressed against the fence, sat a small, disheveled kitten. He opened his mouth wide and meowed pitifully. Two boys stood nearby and waited to see what would happen.

A woman looked out the window and hurriedly ran out onto the porch. She drove the dog away and angrily shouted to the boys:

Shame on you!

What's a shame? We didn't do anything! - the boys were surprised.

This is bad! - the woman answered angrily.

OSEEVA. WHAT YOU CAN'T DO, WHAT YOU CAN'T

One day mom said to dad:

And dad immediately spoke in a whisper.

No way! What is not allowed is not allowed!

OSEEVA. GRANDMOTHER AND GRANDDAUGHTER

Mom brought Tanya a new book.

Mom said:

When Tanya was little, her grandmother read to her; Now Tanya is already big, she herself will read this book to her grandmother.

Sit down, grandma! - Tanya said. - I'll read you a story.

Tanya read, grandmother listened, and mother praised both:

That's how smart you are!

OSEEVA. THREE SONS

The mother had three sons - three pioneers. Years have passed. War broke out. A mother saw off three sons - three fighters - to war. One son beat the enemy in the sky. Another son beat the enemy on the ground. The third son beat the enemy at sea. Three heroes returned to their mother: a pilot, a tanker and a sailor!

OSEEVA. TANNINS ACHIEVEMENTS

Every evening, dad took a notebook and pencil and sat down with Tanya and grandmother.

Well, what are your achievements? - he asked.

Dad explained to Tanya that achievements are all the good and useful things a person has done in a day. Dad carefully wrote down Tanya's achievements in a notebook.

One day he asked, holding his pencil ready as usual:

Well, what are your achievements?

Tanya was washing the dishes and broke a cup,” said the grandmother.

Hm... - said the father.

Dad! - Tanya begged. - The cup was bad, it fell on its own! There is no need to write about it in our achievements! Just write: Tanya washed the dishes!

Fine! - Dad laughed. - Let's punish this cup so that next time, when washing dishes, the other one will be more careful!

OSEEVA. WATCHMAN

There were a lot of toys in the kindergarten. Clockwork locomotives ran along the rails, airplanes hummed in the room, and elegant dolls lay in strollers. The guys all played together and everyone had fun. Only one boy did not play. He collected a whole bunch of toys near him and protected them from the children.

My! My! - he shouted, covering the toys with his hands.

The children did not argue - there were enough toys for everyone.

We play so well! How much fun we have! - the boys boasted to the teacher.

But I am bored! - the boy shouted from his corner.

Why? - the teacher was surprised. - You have so many toys!

But the boy could not explain why he was bored.

Yes, because he is not a player, but a watchman,” the children explained for him.

OSEEVA. COOKIE

Mom poured cookies onto a plate. Grandma clinked her cups merrily. Everyone sat down at the table. Vova pulled the plate towards him.

“Deli one at a time,” Misha said sternly.

The boys poured all the cookies onto the table and divided them into two piles.

Smooth? - Vova asked.

Misha looked at the crowd with his eyes:

Exactly... Grandma, pour us some tea!

Grandma served tea to both of them. It was quiet at the table. The piles of cookies were quickly shrinking.

Crumbly! Sweet! - Misha said.

Yes! - Vova responded with his mouth full.

Mom and grandmother were silent. When all the cookies were eaten, Vova took a deep breath, patted himself on the stomach and crawled out from behind the table. Misha finished the last bite and looked at his mother - she was stirring the unstarted tea with a spoon. He looked at his grandmother - she was chewing a crust of black bread...

OSEEVA. OFFENDERS

Tolya often came running from the yard and complained that the guys were hurting him.

“Don’t complain,” your mother once said, “you have to treat your comrades better yourself, then your comrades won’t offend you!”

Tolya went out onto the stairs. On the playground, one of his offenders, the neighbor boy Sasha, was looking for something.

“My mother gave me a coin for bread, but I lost it,” he explained gloomily. - Don’t come here, otherwise you’ll trample!

Tolya remembered what his mother told him in the morning and hesitantly suggested:

Let's look together!

The boys began to search together. Sasha was lucky: a silver coin flashed under the stairs in the very corner.

Here she is! - Sasha was happy. - She got scared of us and found herself! Thank you. Go out into the yard. The guys will not be touched! Now I’m just running for bread!

He slid down the railing. From the dark flight of stairs came cheerfully:

You-ho-di!..

OSEEVA. NEW TOY

Uncle sat down on the suitcase and opened his notebook.

Well, what should I bring to whom? - he asked.

The guys smiled and moved closer.

I need a doll!

And I have a car!

And a crane for me!

And for me... And for me... - The guys vied with each other to order, my uncle took notes.

Only Vitya sat silently on the sidelines and didn’t know what to ask... At home, his entire corner is littered with toys... There are carriages with a steam locomotive, and cars, and cranes... Everything, everything the guys asked for, Vitya has had it for a long time... He doesn’t even have anything to wish for... But his uncle will bring every boy and every girl a new toy, and only he, Vitya, will not bring anything...

Why are you silent, Vityuk? - asked my uncle.

Vitya sobbed bitterly.

I... have everything... - he explained through tears.

OSEEVA. MEDICINE

The little girl's mother got sick. The doctor came and saw that mom was holding her head with one hand and tidying up her toys with the other. And the girl sits on her chair and commands:

Bring me the cubes!

The mother picked up the cubes from the floor, put them in a box, and gave them to her daughter.

What about the doll? Where's my doll? - the girl screams again.

The doctor looked at this and said:

Until her daughter learns to tidy up her toys herself, mom will not recover!

OSEEVA. WHO PUNISHED HIM?

I offended my friend. I pushed a passerby. I hit the dog. I was rude to my sister. Everyone left me. I was left alone and cried bitterly.

Who punished him? - asked the neighbor.

“He punished himself,” my mother answered.

OSEEVA. WHO IS THE OWNER?

The big black dog's name was Zhuk. Two boys, Kolya and Vanya, picked up the Beetle on the street. His leg was broken. Kolya and Vanya looked after him together, and when the Beetle recovered, each of the boys wanted to become his only owner. But they could not decide who the owner of the Beetle was, so their dispute always ended in a quarrel.

One day they were walking through the forest. The beetle ran ahead. The boys argued heatedly.

“My dog,” said Kolya, “I was the first to see the Beetle and picked him up!”

No, my, - Vanya was angry, - I bandaged her paw and carried tasty morsels for her!