The funniest story. Humorous children's stories

Nikolai Nosov, a writer of outstanding humorous talent, believed that children begin to understand jokes very early, before the age of two, and that it is the violation of the order of things that they have just learned that makes them laugh. In general, Nosov’s books, as a rule, have two addresses - the child and the teacher. Nosov helps the teacher understand the motives and motivations of the child’s actions, and therefore find more subtle ways of influencing him. He brings up a child with laughter, and this, as we know, is a better educator than any edification.

In Nosov's humorous stories for primary schoolchildren and preschool children, the funny is not in the circumstances, but in the characters, the comedy of which stems from the peculiarities of boyish nature. Nosov's funny books talk about serious things, and children, perceiving the life experiences of the heroes, learn how difficult, but how good it is to be responsible for the assigned task.

Stories for children of preschool and primary school age, action-packed, dynamic, full of unexpected comic situations. The stories are full of lyricism and humor; The narration is usually told in the first person.

Humorous situations help Nosov show the logic of the hero’s thinking and behavior. “The real reason for the funny lies not in external circumstances, but is rooted in the people themselves, in human characters,” wrote Nosov.

The writer's insight into the psychology of a child is artistically authentic. His works reflect the characteristics of children's perception. Laconic, expressive dialogue and a comic situation help the author to describe the characters of the children.

Nosov in his stories knows how to talk to children, knows how to understand the most intimate thoughts. Reading Nosov’s stories, you see real guys in front of you - exactly the same ones we meet in everyday life, with their strengths and weaknesses, thoughtfulness and naivety. The writer boldly resorts to fantasy and mischievous invention in his work. Each of his stories or tales is based on an incident that happened or could happen in life; the characters of the guys we often meet in the surrounding reality are described.

The strength of his stories and tales lies in the truthful, ingenuous display of a unique and cheerful children's character.

All of Nikolai Nosov’s work is permeated with genuine, intelligent love for children. Whichever of Nosov’s stories we start reading, we immediately experience joy from the first page. And the more we read, the more fun it becomes.

In funny stories there is always something hidden that makes you think seriously. Think about how it is necessary to prepare yourself for independent life from an early age: learn to cook porridge, fry minnows in a frying pan, plant seedlings in the garden and repair the telephone, light sparklers and follow traffic rules. Everyone needs to know and be able to do this. These stories help to get rid of bad character traits - absent-mindedness, cowardice, excessive curiosity, rudeness and arrogance, laziness and indifference.

The writer teaches little children to think not only about themselves, but also about their comrades. Together with the heroes, we experience spiritual relief and great satisfaction. The writer is generally opposed to flaunting the moralizing idea of ​​his work, and strives to write in such a way that the little reader himself can draw a conclusion. Possessing a deep understanding of children, the writer never presents a fact in its pure form, without speculation, without creative imagination. N.N. Nosov is an amazing children's writer. It is surprising and remarkable in that not only children receive a charge of extraordinary cheerfulness, vigor, and a surge of strength, but also adults immediately plunge into the atmosphere of childhood, remembering their “difficult” childhood problems.

The literary word always more emotionally expresses the everyday problems faced by teachers, parents and children. It is much more effective than boring moralizing, instructions, explanations. And a lively discussion of Nosov’s stories is not only a fascinating journey together with the heroes of his books through the country of childhood, it is also the accumulation of life experience, moral concepts, what is “good”, what is “bad”, how to do the right thing, how to learn to be strong, brave.

Reading Nosov’s stories to children, you can have fun, laugh heartily, and draw important conclusions for yourself, and don’t forget that next to you are the same girls and boys, for whom not everything always works out smoothly and well, that you can learn everything, you need to just keep your cool and be able to be friends.

This is the moral and aesthetic side. The social position of the children's writer, his worldview is reflected in his work. The internal organization of a work addressed to children reflects the worldview of the author himself, his social, moral and aesthetic orientation in the world.

The story “The Living Hat” will always remain relevant. This funny story was a favorite of many in childhood. Why is it so well remembered by children? Yes, because “childhood fears” haunt a child throughout his entire childhood: “What if this coat is alive and will grab me now?”, “What if the closet will now open and someone scary will come out of it?”

These or other similar “horrors” often visit young children. And Nosov’s story “The Living Hat” is like a guide for kids on how to overcome their fear. After reading this story, the child remembers it every time he is haunted by “invented” fears, and then he smiles, the fear goes away, he is brave and cheerful.

The power of life affirmation is a common feature of children's literature. The very life-affirmation of childhood is optimistic. A small child is sure that the world he has come into is created for happiness, that this is a correct and lasting world. This feeling is the basis for the child’s moral health and future ability to do creative work.

A story about honesty - “Cucumbers” by N. Nosov. How many worries Kotka got for the collective farm cucumbers! Not understanding what he did wrong, he rejoices, carrying cucumbers from the collective farm field home to his mother, not expecting her angry reaction: “Bring them back now!” And he is afraid of the watchman - they just managed to run away and be glad that he didn’t catch up - and then he has to go and voluntarily “surrender”. And it’s already late - it’s dark and scary outside. But when Kotka returned the cucumbers to the watchman, his soul was happy, and the road home was now pleasant for him, not scary. Or has he become bolder, more confident?

There are no “bad” people in Nosov’s stories. He constructs his works in such a way that children do not notice that they are taught polite, respectful attitude towards adults, taught to live in harmony and peace.

On the pages of Nosov's works there is a lively dialogue that conveys to everything that happens the hero - the boy, in his own way, often very directly illuminating certain artistically authentic events. This penetration into the psychology of the hero, who evaluates everything from his own, boyish point of view, creates not only a comical situation in Nosov’s stories, but also humorously colors the logic of the hero’s behavior, which sometimes contradicts the logic of adults or the logic of common sense.

If you remember the heroes of the story “Mishkina Porridge”, “Don’t worry! I saw my mother cooking. You will be full, you will not die of hunger. I’ll cook such porridge that you’ll lick your fingers!” You’re simply amazed at their independence and skill! We lit the stove. The bear poured cereal into the pan. I speak:

The rash is bigger. I really want to eat!

He filled the pan full and filled it to the top with water.

Isn't there a lot of water? - I ask. - It will be a mess.

It's okay, mom always does this. Just watch the stove, and I’ll cook, be calm.

Well, I look after the stove, add firewood, and Mishka cooks the porridge, that is, he doesn’t cook, but sits and looks at the pan, it cooks itself.

Well, they couldn’t cook the porridge, but they lit the stove and put up some firewood. They get water from the well - they drowned the bucket, true, but they still got it out with a mug or a saucepan. “Nonsense! I will bring it now. He took the matches, tied a rope to the bucket and went to the well. He returns a minute later.

Where is the water? - I ask.

Water... there, in the well.

I myself know what’s in the well. Where's the bucket of water?

And the bucket, he says, is in the well.

How - in a well?

Yes, in the well.

Missed it?

Missed it."

The minnows were cleaned and, look, they would have been fried if the oil had not burned. “We are weirdos! - says Mishka. - We have minnows!

I speak:

There is no time to bother with minnows now! It will begin to get light soon.

So we won’t cook them, but fry them. It's quick - once and done.

Well, go ahead, I say, if it’s quick. And if it turns out like porridge, then it’s better not to.

In a moment, you’ll see.”

And most importantly, they found the right solution - they asked a neighbor to cook the porridge, and for this they weeded her garden. “Mishka said:

Weeds are nonsense! Not at all difficult. Much easier than cooking porridge!” Likewise, vigorous energy and imagination, combined with an overestimation of their capabilities and a lack of life experience, often put children in a funny position, which is further aggravated by the fact that failure does not discourage them, but, on the contrary, is usually a source of new fantasies and unexpected actions.

Nikolai Nikolaevich hid so skillfully behind the little heroes that it seemed as if they themselves, without any participation from the author, were talking about their lives, about sorrows, joys, problems and dreams. At the center of N. Nosov’s works are visionary guys, restless, irrepressible inventors who often get punished for their ideas. The most ordinary life situations are transformed in Nosov's stories into unusually funny instructive stories.

Nosov's stories always include an educational element. There is it in the story about cucumbers stolen from the collective farm garden, and about how Fedya Rybkin “forgot how to laugh in class” (“The Blob”), and about the bad habit of learning lessons by turning on the radio (“Fedya’s task”). But even the most “moralistic stories” of the writer are interesting and close to children, because they help them understand the relationships between people.

The heroes of Nosov’s work actively strive to understand their surroundings: either they searched the entire yard, crawled through all the sheds and attics (“Shurik at Grandfather’s”), or they worked all day long - “building a snow hill” (“On the Hill”).

Nosov's boys carry all the traits of a person: his integrity, excitement, spirituality, eternal desire, the habit of inventing, which in fact corresponds to the images of real guys.

N. Nosov's creativity is diverse and versatile. Laughter is the main engine of his creativity. Unlike the overwhelming majority of comedians, Nosov has also established himself as a theorist of the funny.

For N. Nosov, discovering and explaining the world to children is one of the most important artistic tasks.

We can talk for a long time about Nosov the humorist, Nosov the satirist: almost every line he wrote has to do with laughter.

Nosov's books are readily translated almost all over the world. Back in 1955, the UNESCO Courier magazine published data according to which Nosov was third among the most translated Russian writers in the world - right after Gorky and Pushkin! In this sense, he is ahead of all children's writers.

The continuation of the traditions of Nosov’s humorous stories can be seen in the works of such writers as V. Dragunsky, V. Medvedev and other modern writers.

You can read "Deniska's Stories" at any age and several times and it will still be funny and interesting! Since V. Dragunsky's book "Deniska's Stories" was first published, readers have loved these funny, humorous stories so much that this book is being reprinted and republished. And probably there is no schoolchild who does not know Deniska Korablev, who has become his boyfriend for children of different generations - he is so similar to the boys of his classmates who find themselves in funny, sometimes absurd situations...

2) Zak A., Kuznetsov I. "Summer is gone. Save a drowning man. Humorous film stories"(7-12 years old)
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The collection includes two humorous film stories by Avenir Zak and Isai Kuznetsov, famous Soviet playwrights and screenwriters.
At first, the heroes of the first story do not expect anything good from the upcoming holidays. What could be more boring than going to three probably strict aunties for the whole summer? That's right - nothing! So, summer is gone. But in fact, it’s quite the opposite...
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Stories about the cheerful summer adventures of unlucky and mischievous boys formed the basis for the scripts of two feature films of the same name, one of which, “Summer Is Lost,” was directed by Rolan Bykov. The book was illustrated by the outstanding master of book graphics Heinrich Valk.

3) Averchenko A. "Humorous stories for children"(8-13 years old)

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The heroes of these funny stories are boys and girls, as well as their parents, educators and teachers, who were once children themselves, but not all of them remember this. The author doesn't just entertain the reader; he unobtrusively gives lessons on adult life to children and reminds adults that they should never forget about their childhood.

4) Oster G. "Bad advice", "Problem book", "Petka the microbe"(6-12 years old)

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Not all germs are harmful. Petka is just useful. Without people like him, we won’t see either sour cream or kefir. There are so many microbes in one drop of water that it is impossible to count them. To see these little ones, you need a microscope. But maybe they are also looking at us - from the other side of the magnifying glass? The writer G. Oster wrote a whole book about the life of microbes - Petka and his family.

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The word "Problem Book" on the cover of the book is not that attractive. For many it is boring and even scary. But “Grigor Oster’s Problem Book” is a completely different matter! Every schoolchild and every parent knows that these are not just tasks, but terribly funny stories about forty grandmothers, the baby Kuzya of the circus artist Khudyushchenko, worms, flies, Vasilisa the Wise and Koshchei the Immortal, pirates, as well as Mryaka, Bryaku, Khryamzik ​​and Slyunik. Well, to make it really funny, right until you drop, you need to count something in these stories. Multiply someone by something or, conversely, divide it. Add something to something, and maybe take something away from someone. And get the main result: to prove that mathematics is not a boring science!

5) Vangeli S. "The Adventures of Gugutse", "Chubo from the village of Turturika"(6-12 years old)

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These are absolutely wonderful atmospheric stories with very unique humor and a pronounced national Moldovan flavor! Children are delighted with the fascinating stories about the cheerful and brave Gugutse and the naughty Chubo.

6) Zoshchenko M. "Stories for Children"(6-12 years old)

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Zoshchenko knew how to find the funny in life and notice the comic even in the most serious situations. He also knew how to write in such a way that every child could easily understand him. That is why Zoshchenko's "Stories for Children" are recognized as classics of children's literature. In his humorous stories for children, the writer teaches the younger generation to be brave, kind, honest and smart. These are indispensable stories for the development and education of children. They cheerfully, naturally and unobtrusively instill in the children the main values ​​of life. After all, if you look back at your own childhood, it is not difficult to notice what an influence the stories about Lela and Minka, the coward Vasya, the smart bird and other characters from stories for children written by M.M. once had on us. Zoshchenko.

7) Rakitina E. "The intercom thief"(6-10 years)
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Elena Rakitina writes touching, instructive, and most importantly, extremely funny stories! Their heroes, the inseparable Mishka and Egorka, are third-graders who are never bored. The adventures of boys at home and at school, their dreams and travels will not let young readers get bored!
Open this book as soon as possible, meet the guys who know how to be friends, and they will be happy to welcome everyone who loves fun reading into the company!
Stories about Mishka and Yegorka were awarded a medal at the International Children's Literary Prize named after. V. Krapivin (2010), diploma of the Literary Competition named after. V. Golyavkina (2014), diplomas from the All-Russian literary and artistic magazine for schoolchildren "Koster" (2008 and 2012).

8) L. Kaminsky "Lessons in laughter"(7-12 years old)
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What are the most interesting lessons at school? For some children - mathematics, for others - geography, for others - literature. But there is nothing more exciting than laughter lessons, especially if they are taught by the funniest teacher in the world - the writer Leonid Kaminsky. From mischievous and funny children's stories, he collected a real collection of school humor.

9) Collection "The Funniest Stories"(7-12 years old)
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The collection contains exclusively funny stories by various authors, including V. Dragunsky, L. Panteleev, V. Oseeva, M. Korshunov, V. Golyavkin, L. Kaminsky, I. Pivovarova, S. Makhotin, M. Druzhinina.

10) N. Teffi Humorous stories(8-14 years old)
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Nadezhda Teffi (1872-1952) did not write specifically for children. This “queen of Russian humor” had an exclusively adult audience. But those stories of the writer that are written about children are unusually lively, cheerful and witty. And the children in these stories are simply charming - spontaneous, unlucky, naive and incredibly sweet, however, like all children at all times. Getting to know the works of N. Teffi will bring a lot of joy to both young readers and their parents. Read with the whole family!

11) V. Golyavkin "Carousel in the head"(7-10 years)
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If everyone knows Nosov and Dragunsky, then Golyavkin is for some reason much less known (and completely undeservedly). The acquaintance turns out to be very pleasant - light, ironic stories describing simple everyday situations that are close and understandable to children. In addition, the book contains the story “My Good Dad,” written in the same accessible language, but much more emotionally rich - small stories permeated with love and light sadness for the father who died in the war.

12) M. Druzhinina "My fun day off"(6-10 years)
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The book by the famous children's writer Marina Druzhinina includes funny stories and poems about modern boys and girls. What happens to these inventors and mischievous people at school and at home! The book “My Happy Day Off” was awarded a diploma from the S.V. Mikhalkov International Literary Prize “Clouds”.

13) V. Alenikov "The Adventures of Petrov and Vasechkin"(8-12 years old)

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Everyone who was once little knows Vasya Petrov and Petya Vasechkin in much the same way as their classmates. At the end of the 80s, there was not a single teenager who did not become friends with them thanks to the films of Vladimir Alenikov.
These long-time teenagers grew up and became parents, but Petrov and Vasechkin remained the same and still love ordinary and incredible adventures, they are in love with Masha and are ready to do anything for her. Even learn to swim, speak French and sing serenades.

14) I. Pivovarova "What is my head thinking about"(7-12 years old)
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The book by the famous children's writer Irina Pivovarova includes funny stories and stories about the funny adventures of third-grader Lucy Sinitsyna and her friends. The extraordinary stories full of humor that happen to this inventor and prankster will be read with pleasure not only by children, but also by their parents.

15) V. Medvedev "Barankin, be a man"(8-12 years old)
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The story "Barankin, be a man!" - the most famous book by the writer V. Medvedev - tells about the hilarious adventures of schoolchildren Yura Barankin and Kostya Malinin. In search of a carefree life, in which they don’t give bad grades and don’t give any lessons at all, the friends decided to turn... into sparrows. And they turned! And then - into butterflies, then - into ants... But they did not have an easy life among birds and insects. Quite the opposite happened. After all the transformations, returning to ordinary life, Barankin and Malinin realized what a blessing it is to live among people and to be human!

16) About Henry "Chief of the Redskins"(8-14 years old)
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The story of unlucky kidnappers who stole a child in order to obtain a ransom for him. As a result, tired of the boy’s tricks, they were forced to pay his father to rid them of the little robber.

17) A. Lindgren "Emil from Lenneberga", "Pippi Longstocking"(6-12 years old)

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The funny story about Emil from Lenneberga, which was written by the wonderful Swedish writer Astrid Lindgren and brilliantly retold into Russian by Lilianna Lungina, was loved by both adults and children all over the world. This curly-haired little boy is a terrible mischief-maker; he won’t live a day without getting into mischief. Well, who would think of chasing a cat to check if it jumps well?! Or put a tureen on yourself? Or set fire to the feather on the pastor's hat? Or catch your own father in a rat trap and feed the pig with drunken cherries?

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How can a little girl carry a horse in her arms?! Imagine what it can do!
And this girl's name is Pippi Longstocking. It was invented by the wonderful Swedish writer Astrid Lindgren.
There is no one stronger than Pippi; she is capable of knocking even the most famous strongman to the ground. But Pippi is not only famous for this. She is also the funniest, most unpredictable, most mischievous and kindest girl in the world, with whom you definitely want to make friends!

18) E. Uspensky "Uncle Fyodor, dog and cat"(5-10 years)

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Something happens to the residents of the village of Prostokvashino all the time - not a day without incident. Either Matroskin and Sharik will quarrel, and Uncle Fedor will reconcile them, then Pechkin will fight with Khvataika, or the cow Murka will act strangely.

19) P. Maar Series about Subastic(8-12 years old)

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This amazing, funny and kind book by Paul Maar will show what it’s like for parents with a disobedient child. Even if this child is a magical creature named Subastic, walking around only in a diving suit and destroying everything that comes to hand, be it a glass, a piece of wood or nails.

20) A. Usachev "Smart dog Sonya. Stories"(5-9 years)
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This is the story of two funny and witty friends and their parents, whom they are very similar to. Vasya and Petya are tireless researchers, so they can’t live even one day without adventures: either they uncover the insidious plan of criminals, or organize a painting competition in the apartment, or look for treasure.

22) Nikolay Nosov "Vitya Maleev at school and at home"(8-12 years old)

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This is a story about school friends - Vita Maleev and Kostya Shishkin: about their mistakes, sorrows and insults, joys and victories. Friends are upset because of poor progress and missed lessons at school, they are happy, having overcome their own disorganization and laziness, having earned the approval of adults and classmates, and, in the end, they understand that without knowledge you will not achieve anything in life.

23) L. Davydychev “The difficult, full of hardships and dangers life of Ivan Semyonov, a second-grader and a repeater”(8-12 years old)
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An incredibly funny story about Ivan Semyonov, the most unfortunate boy in the whole wide world. Well, think for yourself, why should he be happy? Studying for him is torment. Isn't it better to do training? True, a dislocated arm and an almost split head did not allow him to continue the work he had begun. Then he decided to retire. I even wrote a statement. Again bad luck - a day later the application was returned and the boy was advised to first learn to write correctly, finish school, and then work. Being a reconnaissance commander is a worthy occupation, Ivan decided then. But even here he was disappointed.
What to do with this quitter and slacker? And this is what the school came up with: Ivan needs to be taken in tow. For this purpose, a girl from the fourth grade, Adelaide, was assigned to him. Since then, Ivan’s quiet life has ended...

24) A. Nekrasov "The Adventures of Captain Vrungel"(8-12 years old)

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Andrei Nekrasov's funny story about Captain Vrungel has long become one of the most beloved and in demand. After all, only such a brave captain is able to cope with a shark with the help of a lemon, neutralize a boa constrictor with a fire extinguisher, and make a running machine out of ordinary squirrels in a wheel. The fantastic adventures of Captain Vrungel, his senior mate Lom and sailor Fuchs, who set off on a trip around the world on the two-seater sailing yacht "Trouble", have delighted more than one generation of dreamers, dreamers, and all those in whom the passion for adventure boils.

25) Yu. Sotnik "How they saved me"(8-12 years old)
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The book includes famous stories written by Yuri Sotnik over the years: “Archimedes” by Vovka Grushin,” “How I Was Independent,” “Dudkin Wit,” “The Artilleryman’s Granddaughter,” “How They Saved Me,” etc. These stories are sometimes funny, sometimes sad, but always very instructive. Do you know how mischievous and creative your parents were once? Almost the same as you. If you don’t believe it, read for yourself what stories happened to them. This collection of a cheerful and kind writer is for everyone who loves to laugh.

Valentin Berestov

There was a time when birds could not sing.

And suddenly they learned that in one distant country there lived an old, wise man who taught music.

Then the birds sent the Stork and the Nightingale to him to check if this was so.

The stork was in a hurry. He couldn't wait to become the world's first musician.

He was in such a hurry that he ran to the sage and didn’t even knock on the door, didn’t greet the old man, and shouted with all his might right in his ear:

Hey old man! Come on, teach me music!

But the sage decided to first teach him politeness.

He took the Stork out the threshold, knocked on the door and said:

You have to do it like this.

All clear! - Stork was happy.

Is this what music is? - and flew away to quickly surprise the world with his art.

The nightingale arrived later on its small wings.

He timidly knocked on the door, said hello, asked for forgiveness for disturbing me and said that he really wanted to study music.

The sage liked the friendly bird. And he taught the nightingale everything he knew.

Since then, the modest Nightingale has become the best singer in the world.

And the eccentric Stork can only knock with his beak. Moreover, he boasts and teaches other birds:

Hey, do you hear? You have to do it like this, like this! This is real music! If you don't believe me, ask an old sage.

How to find a track

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The guys went to visit their grandfather the forester. We went and got lost.

They look, Squirrel is jumping over them. From tree to tree. From tree to tree.

Guys - to her:

Belka, Belka, tell me, Belka, Belka, show me, How to find the path to grandpa’s lodge?

“Very simple,” Belka answers.

Jump from this tree to that one, from that one to the crooked birch tree. From the crooked birch tree you can see a large, large oak tree. The roof is visible from the top of the oak tree. This is the gatehouse. Well, what about you? Jump!

Thank you, Belka! - the guys say. - Only we don’t know how to jump on trees. We'd better ask someone else.

The Hare is jumping. The guys sang their song to him too:

Bunny Bunny, tell me, Bunny, Bunny, show me, How to find the path to grandpa's lodge?

To the lodge? - asked the Hare. - There is nothing simpler. At first it will smell like mushrooms. So? Then - hare cabbage. So? Then it smells like a fox hole. So? Skip this smell to the right or left. So? When it is left behind, smell it like this and you will smell the smoke. Jump straight onto it without turning anywhere. This is the forester grandfather setting the samovar.

“Thank you, Bunny,” the guys say. “It’s a pity that our noses are not as sensitive as yours.” I'll have to ask someone else.

They see a snail crawling.

Hey, Snail, tell me, Hey, Snail, show me, How to find the path to grandpa’s lodge?

It’s a long time to tell,” sighed the Snail. - Lu-u-better, I’ll take you there-u-u. Follow me.

Thank you, Snail! - the guys say. - We have no time to crawl. We'd better ask someone else.

A bee sits on a flower.

Guys to her:

Bee, Bee, tell me, Bee, Bee, show me, How to find the path to grandpa’s lodge?

Well, well, says the bee. - I’ll show you... Look where I’m flying. Follow. See my sisters. Where they go, you go too. We bring honey to grandpa's apiary. Well, goodbye! I'm in a big hurry. W-w-w...

And she flew away. The guys didn’t even have time to say thank you to her. They went to where the bees were flying and quickly found the guardhouse. What a joy! And then grandfather treated them to tea with honey.

Honest caterpillar

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The caterpillar considered itself very beautiful and did not let a single drop of dew pass without looking at it.

How good am I! - the Caterpillar rejoiced, looking with pleasure at its flat face and arching its furry back to see two golden stripes on it.

It's a pity that no one notices this.

But one day she got lucky. A girl walked through the meadow and picked flowers. The caterpillar climbed onto the most beautiful flower and began to wait.

That's disgusting! It's disgusting to even look at you!

Ah well! - the Caterpillar got angry. “Then I give my honest caterpillar word that no one, ever, anywhere, for anything, under any circumstances, will ever see me again!”

You gave your word - you need to keep it, even if you are a Caterpillar. And the Caterpillar crawled up the tree. From trunk to branch, from branch to branch, from branch to branch, from branch to twig, from twig to leaf.

She took out a silk thread from her abdomen and began to wrap herself around it. She worked for a long time and finally made a cocoon.

Phew, I'm so tired! - the Caterpillar sighed. - I'm completely exhausted.

It was warm and dark in the cocoon, there was nothing more to do, and the Caterpillar fell asleep.

She woke up because her back was itching terribly. Then the Caterpillar began to rub against the walls of the cocoon. She rubbed and rubbed, rubbed right through them and fell out.

But she fell somehow strangely - not down, but up.

And then the Caterpillar saw the same girl in the same meadow.

"Horrible! - thought the Caterpillar. “I may not be beautiful, it’s not my fault, but now everyone will know that I’m also a liar.” I gave an honest assurance that no one would see me, and I didn’t keep it. A shame!" And the Caterpillar fell into the grass.

And the girl saw her and said:

Such a beauty!

So trust people,” grumbled the Caterpillar.

Today they say one thing, and tomorrow they say something completely different.

Just in case, she looked into the dew drop. What's happened? In front of her is an unfamiliar face with a long, very long mustache.

The caterpillar tried to arch its back and saw that large multi-colored wings appeared on its back.

Oh that's it! - she guessed. - A miracle happened to me. The most ordinary miracle: I became a Butterfly!

This happens. And she merrily circled over the meadow, because she did not give the butterfly’s honest word that no one would see her.

Magic word

V.A. Oseeva

A little old man with a long gray beard was sitting on a bench and 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 want?” Pavlik looked sideways at him.

“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.

Badly

V.A. Oseeva
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.

Which is easier?

V.A. Oseeva
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 there’s no need to invent anything.”

So they all went home.

As soon as the first boy told his father about the wolf, look, the forest guard is coming.

“No,” he says, “there are wolves in these places.” The father got angry. For the first guilt I was angry, and for the lie - twice as angry.

The second boy told about his grandfather. And the grandfather is right there - coming to visit. Mother found out the truth. For the first guilt I was angry, but for the lie I was twice as angry.

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

good

V.A. Oseeva

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 would save her!”

And my sister is right here:

Take a walk with me, Yura!

Go away, don't stop me from thinking! My little 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 the 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 good thing could I do? Mom stroked Yura’s head:

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

sons

V.A. Oseeva

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 somersaults 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!”

blue leaves

V.A. Oseeva

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

Give me a green pencil.

And Katya says:

I'll ask my mom.

The next day both girls come to school.

Lena asks:

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.

On the rink

V.A. Oseeva

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 surprise - 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, rubbed her bruised knee and cried.

Do you know that literature is not only for education and moral teaching? Literature is for laughs. And laughter is the most favorite thing for children, after sweets, of course. We have put together for you a selection of the funniest children's books that will be of interest to even the oldest children and grandparents. These books are perfect for family reading. Which, in turn, is ideal for family leisure. Read and laugh!

Narine Abgaryan - “Manyunya”

“Manya and I, despite the strict prohibition of our parents, often ran to the rag dealer’s house and fussed with his children. We imagined ourselves as teachers and drilled the unfortunate kids as best we could. Uncle Slavik's wife did not interfere in our games; on the contrary, she approved.

“There’s no control over the children anyway,” she said, “so at least you can calm them down.”

Since admitting to Ba that we had picked up lice from the ragpicker’s children was like death, we remained silent.

When Ba finished with me, Manka squealed thinly:

- Aaaaaah, will I really be that scary?

- Why scary? “Ba grabbed Manka and imperiously pinned her to a wooden bench. “You might think that all your beauty is in your hair,” and she cut a large curl from the top of Manka’s head.

I ran into the house to look at myself in the mirror. The sight that opened to my eyes plunged me into horror - I had my hair cut short and uneven, and my ears stood up on the sides of my head with two perky burdock leaves! I burst into tears - never, never in my life have I had such ears!

- Narineee?! - Ba’s voice reached me. - It’s good to admire your typhoid face, run here, better admire Manya!

I trudged into the yard. Manyuni's tear-stained face appeared from behind Baba Rosa's mighty back. I swallowed loudly - Manka looked incomparable, even sharper than me: at least both tips of my ears stuck out equidistant from the skull, while with Manka they were discordant - one ear was neatly pressed to the head, and the other was militantly sticking out to the side!

“Well,” Ba looked at us with satisfaction, “clean crocodile Gena and Cheburashka!”

Valery Medvedev - “Barankin, be a man!”

When everyone was seated and there was silence in the class, Zinka Fokina shouted:

- Oh, guys! This is just some kind of misfortune! The new academic year has not yet begun, but Barankin and Malinin have already received two bad marks!..

A terrible noise immediately arose in the classroom again, but individual shouts, of course, could be heard.

- In such conditions, I refuse to be the editor-in-chief of a wall newspaper! (Era Kuzyakina said this.) - And they also gave their word that they would improve! (Mishka Yakovlev.) - Unlucky drones! Last year they were babysat, and all over again! (Alik Novikov.) - Call your parents! (Nina Semyonova.) - Only they disgrace our class! (Irka Pukhova.) - We decided to do everything “good” and “excellent”, and here you are! (Ella Sinitsyna.) - Shame on Barankin and Malinin!! (Ninka and Irka together.) - Yes, kick them out of our school, and that’s it!!! (Erka Kuzyakina.) “Okay, Erka, I’ll remember this phrase for you.”

After these words, everyone screamed in one voice, so loudly that it was completely impossible for Kostya and me to make out who was thinking about us and what, although from individual words one could understand that Kostya Malinin and I were idiots, parasites, drones! Once again blockheads, loafers, selfish people! And so on! Etc!..

What angered me and Kostya the most was that Venka Smirnov was yelling the loudest. Whose cow would moo, as they say, but his would be silent. This Venka's performance last year was even worse than Kostya and I. That's why I couldn't stand it and screamed too.

“Red,” I shouted at Venka Smirnov, “why are you yelling louder than everyone else?” If you were the first to be called to the board, you would not get a two, but a one! So shut up and shut up.

“Oh, Barankin,” Venka Smirnov yelled at me, “I’m not against you, I’m yelling for you!” What do I want to say, guys!.. I say: after the holidays you can’t immediately call him to the board. We need to first come to our senses after the holidays...

Christina Nestlinger - "Down with the Cucumber King!"

“I didn’t think: this can’t be true! I didn’t even think: what a joke - you could die from laughter! Nothing came to my mind at all. Well, nothing at all! Huber Yo, my friend, says in such cases: the closure is in the convolutions! Perhaps what I remember best is when Dad said “no” three times. The first time it was very loud. The second is normal and the third is barely audible.

Dad likes to say: “If I said no, it means no.” But now his “no” did not make the slightest impression. The not-pumpkin-not-the-cucumber continued to sit on the table as if nothing had happened. He folded his arms on his stomach and repeated: “I am called King Kumi-Ori from the Undergrounding family!”

Grandfather was the first to come to his senses. He approached the Kumi-Or king and, making a curtsey, said: “I am extremely flattered by our acquaintance. My name is Hogelman. I will be a grandfather in this house.”

Kumi-Ori extended his right hand forward and thrust it under his grandfather's nose. Grandfather looked at the hand in the thread glove, but still couldn’t figure out what Kumi-Ori wanted.

Mom suggested that his arm hurt and he needed a compress. Mom always thinks that someone definitely needs either a compress, or pills, or, at worst, mustard plasters. But Kumi-Ori did not need a compress at all, and his hand was completely healthy. He waved his thread fingers in front of his grandfather’s nose and said: “We have instilled that we need a whole watt of dried apricot!”

Grandfather said that he would never kiss the august hand for anything in the world, he would allow himself to do this, at best, in relation to a charming lady, and Kumi-Ori is not a lady, especially a charming one.”

Grigory Oster - “Bad advice. A book for naughty children and their parents"

***

For example, in your pocket

It turned out to be a handful of sweets,

And they came towards you

Your true friends.

Don't be scared and don't hide,

Don't rush to run away

Don't shove all the candy

Along with candy wrappers in your mouth.

Approach them calmly

Without saying unnecessary words,

Quickly taking it out of his pocket,

Give them... your palm.

Shake their hands firmly,

Say goodbye slowly

And, turning the first corner,

Rush home quickly.

To eat candy at home,

Get under the bed

Because there, of course,

You won't meet anyone.

Astrid Lindgren - "The Adventures of Emil from Lenneberga"

The broth was very tasty, everyone took as much as they wanted, and in the end there were only a few carrots and onions left at the bottom of the tureen. This is what Emil decided to enjoy. Without thinking twice, he reached for the tureen, pulled it towards him and stuck his head into it. Everyone could hear him sucking up the grounds with a whistle. When Emil licked the bottom almost dry, he naturally wanted to pull his head out of the tureen. But it was not there! The tureen tightly clasped his forehead, temples and the back of his head and did not come off. Emil got scared and jumped out of his chair. He stood in the middle of the kitchen with a tureen on his head, as if wearing a knight's helmet. And the tureen slid lower and lower. First his eyes were hidden under it, then his nose and even his chin. Emil tried to free himself, but nothing worked. The tureen seemed to be attached to his head. Then he began to shout obscenities. And after him, out of fright, Lina. And everyone was seriously scared.

- Our beautiful tureen! - Lina kept repeating. - What will I serve the soup in now?

And indeed, since Emil’s head is stuck in the tureen, you can’t pour soup into it. Lina realized this immediately. But mother was worried not so much about the beautiful tureen as about Emil’s head.

“Dear Anton,” mom turned to dad, “how can we get the boy out of there more skillfully?” Should I break the tureen?

- This was not enough yet! - Emil's dad exclaimed. - I gave four crowns for her!

Irina and Leonid Tyukhtyaev - “Zoki and Bada: a guide for children on raising parents”

It was evening and everyone was gathered at home. Seeing dad settled down on the sofa with a newspaper, Margarita said:

- Dad, let's play with animals, Yanka wants to do it too. Dad sighed, and Ian shouted: “Church, I’m making a wish!”

- Dove again? - Margarita asked him sternly.

“Yes,” Ian was surprised.

“Now I,” said Margarita. “I made a guess, guess.”

“An elephant... a lizard... a fly... a giraffe...” began Jan. “Dad, and the cow has a little cow?”

“So you’ll never guess,” dad couldn’t stand it and put the newspaper aside, “we need to do it differently.” Does he have legs?

“Yes,” my daughter smiled mysteriously.

- One? Two? Four? Six? Eight? Margarita shook her head negatively.

- Nine? - asked Ian.

- More.

- Centipede. No?” Dad was surprised. “Then I give up, but keep in mind: a crocodile has four legs.”

- Yes? - Margarita was embarrassed. - And I wished for it.

“Dad,” the son asked, “what if a boa constrictor is sitting on a tree and suddenly notices a penguin?”

“Now dad is making a wish,” his sister stopped him.

“Only real animals, not fictional ones,” the son warned.

- Which ones are real? - Dad asked.

“A dog, for example,” said the daughter, “but wolves and bears only exist in fairy tales.”

- No! - Yan shouted. “I saw a wolf in the yard yesterday.” So huge, even two! “Like this,” he raised his hands.

“Well, they were probably smaller,” dad smiled.

- But you know how they barked!

“These are dogs,” Margarita laughed, “there are all kinds of dogs: a wolf dog, a bear dog, a fox dog, a sheep dog, there’s even a little pussy dog.”

Mikhail Zoshchenko - “Lelya and Minka”

This year, guys, I turned forty years old. This means that I have seen the New Year tree forty times. It's a lot! Well, for the first three years of my life, I probably didn’t understand what a Christmas tree was. My mother probably carried me in her arms. And, probably, with my black little eyes I looked without interest at the decorated tree.

And when I, children, turned five years old, I already perfectly understood what a Christmas tree was. And I was looking forward to this joyful holiday. And I even spied through the crack of the door as my mother decorated the Christmas tree.

And my sister Lela was seven years old at that time. And she was an exceptionally lively girl. She once told me: “Minka, mom has gone to the kitchen.” Let's go to the room where the tree is and see what's going on there.

So my sister Lelya and I entered the room. And we see: a very beautiful tree. And there are gifts under the tree. And on the tree there are multi-colored beads, flags, lanterns, golden nuts, lozenges and Crimean apples.

My sister Lelya says: “Let’s not look at the gifts.” Instead, let's eat one lozenge at a time.

And so she approaches the tree and instantly eats one lozenge hanging on a thread.

I say: “Lelya, if you ate a lozenge, then I’ll eat something now too.”

And I go up to the tree and bite off a small piece of apple.

Lelya says: “Minka, if you took a bite of the apple, then I’ll now eat another lozenge and, in addition, I’ll take this candy for myself.”

And Lelya was a very tall, long-knitted girl. And she could reach high. She stood on her tiptoes and began to eat the second lozenge with her big mouth.

And I was surprisingly short. And it was almost impossible for me to get anything except one apple that hung low.

I say: “If you, Lelishcha, ate the second lozenge, then I will bite off this apple again.”

And I again take this apple with my hands and again bite it a little.

Lelya says: “If you took a second bite of the apple, then I won’t stand on ceremony any longer and will now eat the third lozenge and, in addition, I’ll take a cracker and a nut as a souvenir.”

Then I almost started crying. Because she could reach everything, but I couldn’t.”

Paul Maar - "Seven Saturdays in a Week"

On Saturday morning, Mr. Peppermint sat in his room and waited. What was he waiting for? He himself certainly could not have said this.

Why then did he wait? This is easier to explain. True, we will have to start the story from Monday itself.

And on Monday there was a sudden knock on the door of Mr. Peppermint’s room. Poking her head through the crack, Mrs. Brückman announced:

- Mr. Pepperfint, you have a guest! Just make sure that he doesn’t smoke in the room: it will spoil the curtains! Let him not sit on the bed! Why did I give you the chair, what do you think?

Mrs. Brückman was the mistress of the house where Mr. Peppermint rented a room. When she was angry, she always called him "Pepperfint." And now the hostess was angry because a guest had come to him.

The guest whom the hostess pushed through the door that very Monday turned out to be a school friend of Mr. Peppermint. His last name was Pone-delkus. He brought a whole bag of delicious donuts as a gift to his friend.

After Monday it was Tuesday, and on that day the owner’s nephew came to Mr. Peppermint to ask how to solve a math problem. The hostess's nephew was lazy and a repeat student. Mr. Peppermint was not at all surprised by his visit.

Wednesday, as always, fell in the middle of the week. And this, of course, did not surprise Mr. Peppermint.

On Thursday, a new film was unexpectedly shown at a nearby cinema: “Four against the Cardinal.” This is where Mr. Peppermint became a little wary.

Friday has arrived. On this day, a stain fell on the reputation of the company where Mr. Peppermint worked: the office was closed all day, and the clients were indignant.

Eno Raud - "Muff, Low Boot and Mossy Beard"

One day, at an ice cream kiosk, three naxitrals accidentally met: Moss Beard, Polbotinka and Muffa. They were all so small that the ice cream lady at first mistook them for gnomes. Each of them had other interesting features. Moss Beard has a beard made of soft moss, in which, although last year's, but still beautiful lingonberries grew. Half the shoe was put on in boots with cut off toes: it was more convenient to move the toes. And Muffa, instead of ordinary clothes, wore a thick muff, from which only the top and heels protruded.

They ate ice cream and looked at each other with great curiosity.

“Sorry,” Mufta finally said. - Perhaps, of course, I’m wrong, but it seems to me that we have something in common.

“That’s what it seemed to me,” nodded Polbotinka.

Mossy Beard plucked several berries from his beard and handed them to his new acquaintances.

- Something sour goes well with ice cream.

“I’m afraid to seem intrusive, but it would be nice to get together again sometime,” said Mufta. - We could make some cocoa and talk about this and that.

“That would be wonderful,” Polbotinka rejoiced. - I would gladly invite you to my place, but I don’t have a home. Since childhood I have traveled around the world.

“Well, just like me,” said Moss Beard.

- Wow, what a coincidence! - exclaimed Muff. - It’s exactly the same story with me. Therefore, we are all travelers.

He threw the ice cream paper into the trash bin and zipped up his muff. His muff had the following property: it could be fastened and unfastened using a zipper. Meanwhile, the others finished their ice cream.

- Don't you think we could unite? - said Polbotinka.

- Traveling together is much more fun.

“Well, of course,” Moss Beard agreed with joy.

“Brilliant idea,” Muffa beamed. - Simply magnificent!

“So it’s decided,” said Polbotinka. “Shouldn’t we have some more ice cream before we team up?”

The boy Yasha always loved to climb everywhere and get into everything. As soon as they brought any suitcase or box, Yasha immediately found himself in it.

And he climbed into all sorts of bags. And into the closets. And under the tables.

Mom often said:

“I’m afraid that if I go to the post office with him, he’ll get into some empty parcel and they’ll send him to Kzyl-Orda.”

He got a lot of trouble for this.

And then Yasha took on a new fashion - he began to fall from everywhere. When the house heard:

- Uh! – everyone understood that Yasha had fallen from somewhere. And the louder the “uh” was, the greater the altitude from which Yasha flew. For example, mom hears:

- Uh! - that means it’s okay. It was Yasha who simply fell off his stool.

If you hear:

- Uh-uh! - this means the matter is very serious. It was Yasha who fell off the table. We need to go and inspect his lumps. And when visiting, Yasha climbed everywhere, and even tried to climb onto the shelves in the store.

One day dad said:

“Yasha, if you climb anywhere else, I don’t know what I’ll do to you.” I'll tie you to the vacuum cleaner with ropes. And you will walk everywhere with a vacuum cleaner. And you will go to the store with your mother with a vacuum cleaner, and in the yard you will play in the sand tied to the vacuum cleaner.

Yasha was so scared that after these words he didn’t climb anywhere for half a day.

And then he finally climbed onto dad’s table and fell down along with the phone. Dad took it and actually tied it to the vacuum cleaner.

Yasha walks around the house, and the vacuum cleaner follows him like a dog. And he goes to the store with his mother with a vacuum cleaner, and plays in the yard. Very uncomfortable. You can't climb a fence or ride a bike.

But Yasha learned to turn on the vacuum cleaner. Now, instead of “uh”, “uh-uh” began to be heard constantly.

As soon as mom sits down to knit socks for Yasha, suddenly all over the house - “oo-oo-oo”. Mom is jumping up and down.

We decided to come to an amicable agreement. Yasha was untied from the vacuum cleaner. And he promised not to climb anywhere else. Dad said:

– This time, Yasha, I will be stricter. I'll tie you to a stool. And I’ll nail the stool to the floor. And you will live with a stool, like a dog with a kennel.

Yasha was very afraid of such punishment.

But then a very wonderful opportunity turned up - we bought a new wardrobe.

First Yasha climbed into the closet. He sat in the closet for a long time, banging his forehead against the walls. This is an interesting matter. Then I got bored and went out.

He decided to climb onto the closet.

Yasha moved the dining table to the closet and climbed onto it. But I didn’t reach the top of the closet.

Then he placed a light chair on the table. He climbed onto the table, then onto the chair, then onto the back of the chair and began to climb onto the closet. I'm already halfway across.

And then the chair slipped out from under his feet and fell to the floor. And Yasha remained half on the closet, half in the air.

Somehow he climbed onto the closet and fell silent. Try telling your mom:

- Oh, mom, I’m sitting on the closet!

Mom will immediately transfer him to a stool. And he will live like a dog all his life near the stool.

Here he sits and is silent. Five minutes, ten minutes, five more minutes. In general, almost a whole month. And Yasha slowly began to cry.

And mom hears: Yasha can’t hear something.

And if you can’t hear Yasha, it means Yasha is doing something wrong. Or he chews matches, or he climbed up to his knees into the aquarium, or he draws Cheburashka on his father’s papers.

Mom started looking in different places. And in the closet, and in the nursery, and in dad’s office. And there is order everywhere: dad works, the clock is ticking. And if there is order everywhere, it means that something difficult must have happened to Yasha. Something extraordinary.

Mom screams:

- Yasha, where are you?

But Yasha is silent.

- Yasha, where are you?

But Yasha is silent.

Then mom started thinking. He sees a chair lying on the floor. He sees that the table is not in place. He sees Yasha sitting on the closet.

Mom asks:

- Well, Yasha, are you going to sit on the closet all your life now, or are we going to climb down?

Yasha doesn't want to go down. He is afraid that he will be tied to a stool.

He says:

- I won’t get down.

Mom says:

- Okay, let's live on the closet. Now I'll bring you lunch.

She brought Yasha soup in a plate, a spoon and bread, and a small table and a stool.

Yasha was having lunch on the closet.

Then his mother brought him a potty on the closet. Yasha was sitting on the potty.

And in order to wipe his butt, mom had to stand on the table herself.

At this time, two boys came to visit Yasha.

Mom asks:

- Well, should you serve Kolya and Vitya for the cupboard?

Yasha says:

- Serve.

And then dad couldn’t stand it from his office:

“Now I’ll come and visit him at his closet.” Not just one, but with a strap. Remove it from the cabinet immediately.

They took Yasha out of the closet, and he said:

“Mom, the reason I didn’t get off is because I’m afraid of the stool.” Dad promised to tie me to the stool.

“Oh, Yasha,” says mom, “you’re still little.” You don't understand jokes. Go play with the guys.

But Yasha understood jokes.

But he also understood that dad didn’t like to joke.

He can easily tie Yasha to a stool. And Yasha didn’t climb anywhere else.

Yasha was good to everyone, but he ate poorly. All the time with concerts. Either mom sings to him, then dad shows him tricks. And he gets along well:

- Don't want.

Mom says:

- Yasha, eat your porridge.

- Don't want.

Dad says:

- Yasha, drink juice!

- Don't want.

Mom and Dad are tired of trying to persuade him every time. And then my mother read in one scientific pedagogical book that children do not need to be persuaded to eat. You need to put a plate of porridge in front of them and wait until they get hungry and eat everything.

They set and placed plates in front of Yasha, but he didn’t eat or eat anything. He doesn’t eat cutlets, soup, or porridge. He became thin and dead, like a straw.

- Yasha, eat your porridge!

- Don't want.

- Yasha, eat your soup!

- Don't want.

Previously, his pants were difficult to fasten, but now he was hanging out completely freely in them. It was possible to put another Yasha in these pants.

And then one day a strong wind blew.

And Yasha was playing in the area. He was very light, and the wind blew him around the area. I rolled to the wire mesh fence. And there Yasha got stuck.

So he sat, pressed against the fence by the wind, for an hour.

Mom calls:

- Yasha, where are you? Go home and suffer with the soup.

But he doesn't come. You can't even hear him. He not only became dead, but his voice also became dead. You can't hear anything about him squeaking there.

And he squeaks:

- Mom, take me away from the fence!

Mom began to worry - where did Yasha go? Where to look for it? Yasha is neither seen nor heard.

Dad said this:

“I think our Yasha was blown away somewhere by the wind.” Come on, mom, we'll take the pot of soup out onto the porch. The wind will blow and bring the smell of soup to Yasha. He will come crawling to this delicious smell.