Our fairy tale about school is educational. Magic is a miracle, and we love miracles. Everyday magic is performed with the help of a magic wand, and scientific magic is performed with the help of a completely different device...

Fairy tale "School and Magic"

Once upon a time there was a school. And what was there not in it! Desks and blackboards, globes and textbooks, computers and pointers. At school there were child students and adult teachers.

And there was magic at school. No one saw it with their own eyes, but the facts showed that it existed. What was this magic?

And in the next one. For example, Anya Formochkina stands at the board and cannot solve the example. And suddenly - as if some miracle were happening - she picks up chalk and begins to quickly write the solution. As if someone had told her.

Or, for example, Misha Pesochkin cannot remember the proverb. Another moment - and as if lightning flashed - Misha grabs a pen and writes the necessary proverb.

All the students thought that magic would not bypass them and would save them in a hopeless situation.

The children at this unusual school found it interesting to study. They knew that they were not alone at school, that magic lived somewhere.

And only one student, excellent student Vitya Sovochkin, did not believe in the existence of magic.

“These are all old wives’ tales,” he said. - There is no magic.

But one day there was a test in Vita’s class. Vitya could not solve the problem. Excellent students sometimes also experience difficulties. And suddenly, as if someone had whispered something in his ear, and Vitino’s face lit up:

“Eureka,” he rejoiced.

A solution has been found. Vitya quickly wrote it down in his notebook for tests, and then thought:

- It turns out the guys are right. There is some kind of magic. “We need to figure this all out,” he decided, and the first thing he decided to do was consult with his parents.

Vitin's dad said that there really is magic, and it lies in the peculiarities of our brain. In moments of difficulty, the hidden reserves of the brain come to the rescue, and insight arises. And the solution comes!

Vitya was delighted. He sorted everything out. It became clear to him. But he didn’t tell the guys anything. Let them believe that magic lives in school, lurks somewhere behind a closet, or hides at the end of the school corridor. It's so great to believe in magic!

Questions and tasks for the fairy tale

What was the magic at school?

What events happened to Anya Formochkina and Misha Pesochkin?

What grades did Vitya Sovochkin achieve?

What, according to Vitya’s dad, was the magic?

Why didn’t Vitya tell his classmates about the secrets of magic?

Is there magic in your school? Where do you think it's hiding?

What proverbs fit the fairy tale?

Anyone who does not believe in magic will never know it.
Your mind is the king in your head.
Every business has its place.

The main meaning of the fairy tale is that when necessary, magic can help. This magic is our brain, which turns on its hidden reserves during difficult periods. Insight is a priceless gift. It plays an important role in any business. Insight is magic, and magic is happiness!

Interesting stories by Viktor Golyavkin for younger schoolchildren. Stories for reading in elementary school. Extracurricular reading in grades 1-4.

Victor Golyavkin. NOTEBOOKS IN THE RAIN

During recess, Marik says to me:

- Let's run away from class. Look how nice it is outside!

- What if Aunt Dasha is late with the briefcases?

- You need to throw your briefcases out the window.

We looked out the window: it was dry near the wall, but a little further away there was a huge puddle. Don't throw your briefcases into a puddle! We took the belts off the trousers, tied them together and carefully lowered the briefcases onto them. At this time the bell rang. The teacher entered. I had to sit down. The lesson has begun. The rain poured outside the window. Marik writes me a note:

Our notebooks are missing

I answer him:

Our notebooks are missing

He writes to me:

What we are going to do?

I answer him:

What we are going to do?

Suddenly they call me to the board.

“I can’t,” I say, “I have to go to the board.”

“How,” I think, “can I walk without a belt?”

“Go, go, I’ll help you,” says the teacher.

- You don’t need to help me.

-Are you ill by any chance?

“I’m sick,” I say.

— How’s your homework?

— Good with your homework.

The teacher comes up to me.

- Well, show me your notebook.

- What's going on with you?

- You'll have to give it a two.

He opens the magazine and gives me a bad mark, and I think about my notebook, which is now getting wet in the rain.

The teacher gave me a bad grade and calmly said:

- You're kind of strange today...

Victor Golyavkin. THINGS ARE NOT GOING MY WAY

One day I come home from school. That day I just got a bad grade. I walk around the room and sing. I sing and sing so that no one thinks that I got a bad mark. Otherwise they will ask: “Why are you gloomy, why are you thoughtful? »

Father says:

- Why is he singing like that?

And mom says:

“He’s probably in a cheerful mood, so he’s singing.”

Father says:

“I guess I got an A, and that’s a lot of fun for the man.” It's always fun when you do something good.

When I heard this, I sang even louder.

Then the father says:

“Okay, Vovka, please your father and show him the diary.”

Then I immediately stopped singing.

- For what? - I ask.

“I see,” says the father, “you really want to show me the diary.”

He takes the diary from me, sees a deuce there and says:

— Surprisingly, I got a bad mark and is singing! What, is he crazy? Come on, Vova, come here! Do you happen to have a fever?

“I don’t have,” I say, “no fever...

The father spread his hands and said:

- Then you need to be punished for this singing...

That's how unlucky I am!

Victor Golyavkin. THAT'S WHAT'S INTERESTING

When Goga started going to first grade, he knew only two letters: O - circle and T - hammer. That's all. I didn't know any other letters. And I couldn’t read.

Grandmother tried to teach him, but he immediately came up with a trick:

- Now, now, grandma, I’ll wash the dishes for you.

And he immediately ran to the kitchen to wash the dishes. And the old grandmother forgot about studying and even bought him gifts for helping him with the housework. And Gogin’s parents were on a long business trip and relied on their grandmother. And of course, they didn’t know that their son still hadn’t learned to read. But Goga often washed the floor and dishes, went to buy bread, and his grandmother praised him in every possible way in letters to his parents. And I read it aloud to him. And Goga, sitting comfortably on the sofa, listened with his eyes closed. “Why should I learn to read,” he reasoned, “if my grandmother reads aloud to me.” He didn't even try.

And in class he dodged as best he could.

The teacher tells him:

- Read it here.

He pretended to read, and he himself told from memory what his grandmother read to him. The teacher stopped him. To the laughter of the class, he said:

“If you want, I’d better close the window so it doesn’t blow.”

“I’m so dizzy that I’m probably going to fall...

He pretended so skillfully that one day his teacher sent him to the doctor. The doctor asked:

- How is your health?

“It’s bad,” said Goga.

- What hurts?

- Well, then go to class.

- Why?

- Because nothing hurts you.

- How do you know?

- How do you know that? - the doctor laughed. And he slightly pushed Goga towards the exit. Goga never pretended to be sick again, but continued to prevaricate.

And the efforts of my classmates came to nothing. First, Masha, an excellent student, was assigned to him.

“Let’s study seriously,” Masha told him.

- When? - asked Goga.

- Yeah right now.

“I’ll come now,” Goga said.

And he left and did not return.

Then Grisha, an excellent student, was assigned to him. They stayed in the classroom. But as soon as Grisha opened the primer, Goga reached under the desk.

- Where are you going? - asked Grisha.

“Come here,” Goga called.

- And here no one will interfere with us.

- Yah you! - Grisha, of course, was offended and left immediately.

No one else was assigned to him.

As time went. He was dodging.

Gogin's parents arrived and found that their son could not read a single line. The father grabbed his head, and the mother grabbed the book she had brought for her child.

“Now every evening,” she said, “I will read this wonderful book aloud to my son.”

Grandma said:

- Yes, yes, I also read interesting books aloud to Gogochka every evening.

But the father said:

- It was really in vain that you did this. Our Gogochka has become so lazy that he cannot read a single line. I ask everyone to leave for the meeting.

And dad, along with grandmother and mom, left for a meeting. And Goga was at first worried about the meeting, and then calmed down when his mother began to read to him from a new book. And he even shook his legs with pleasure and almost spat on the carpet.

But he didn't know what kind of meeting it was! What was decided there!

So, mom read him a page and a half after the meeting. And he, swinging his legs, naively imagined that this would continue to happen. But when mom stopped at the most interesting place, he became worried again.

And when she handed him the book, he became even more worried.

He immediately suggested:

- Let me wash the dishes for you, mommy.

And he ran to wash the dishes.

He ran to his father.

His father sternly told him never to make such requests to him again.

He thrust the book to his grandmother, but she yawned and dropped it from her hands. He picked up the book from the floor and gave it to his grandmother again. But she dropped it from her hands again. No, she had never fallen asleep so quickly in her chair before! “Is she really asleep,” thought Goga, “or was she instructed to pretend at the meeting? “Goga tugged at her, shook her, but the grandmother did not even think about waking up.

In despair, he sat down on the floor and began to look at the pictures. But from the pictures it was difficult to understand what was happening there next.

He brought the book to class. But his classmates refused to read to him. Not only that: Masha immediately left, and Grisha defiantly reached under the desk.

Goga pestered the high school student, but he flicked him on the nose and laughed.

That's what a home meeting is all about!

This is what the public means!

He soon read the entire book and many other books, but out of habit he never forgot to go buy bread, wash the floor or wash the dishes.

That's what's interesting!

Victor Golyavkin. IN THE CLOSET

Before class, I climbed into the closet. I wanted to meow from the closet. They'll think it's a cat, but it's me.

I was sitting in the closet, waiting for the lesson to start, and didn’t notice how I fell asleep.

I wake up and the class is quiet. I look through the crack - there is no one. I pushed the door, but it was closed. So, I slept through the entire lesson. Everyone went home, and they locked me in the closet.

It's stuffy in the closet and dark as night. I got scared, I started screaming:

- Uh-uh! I'm in the closet! Help!

I listened - silence all around.

- ABOUT! Comrades! I'm sitting in the closet!

I hear someone's steps. Someone is coming.

- Who's bawling here?

I immediately recognized Aunt Nyusha, the cleaning lady.

I was delighted and shouted:

- Aunt Nyusha, I’m here!

- Where are you, dear?

- I'm in the closet! In the closet!

- How did you get there, my dear?

- I'm in the closet, grandma!

- So I hear that you are in the closet. So what do you want?

- They locked me in a closet. Oh, grandma!

Aunt Nyusha left. Silence again. She probably went to get the key.

Pal Palych knocked on the cabinet with his finger.

“There’s no one there,” said Pal Palych.

- Why not? “Yes,” said Aunt Nyusha.

- Well, where is he? - said Pal Palych and knocked on the closet again.

I was afraid that everyone would leave and I would remain in the closet, and I shouted with all my might:

- I'm here!

- Who are you? - asked Pal Palych.

- I... Tsypkin...

- Why did you climb there, Tsypkin?

- They locked me... I didn’t get in...

- Hm... They locked him up! But he didn’t get in! Have you seen it? What wizards there are in our school! They don't get into the closet when they are locked in the closet. Miracles don’t happen, do you hear, Tsypkin?

- I hear...

- How long have you been sitting there? - asked Pal Palych.

- Don't know...

“Find the key,” said Pal Palych. - Fast.

Aunt Nyusha went to get the key, but Pal Palych stayed behind. He sat down on a chair nearby and began to wait. I saw through

the crack of his face. He was very angry. He lit a cigarette and said:

- Well! This is what prank leads to. Tell me honestly: why are you in the closet?

I really wanted to disappear from the closet. They open the closet, and I’m not there. It was as if I had never been there. They will ask me: “Were you in the closet?” I will say: “I wasn’t.” They will say to me: “Who was there?” I will say: “I don’t know.”

But this only happens in fairy tales! Surely tomorrow they will call mom... Your son, they will say, climbed into the closet, slept there during all classes, and all that... as if it’s comfortable for me to sleep here! My legs ache, my back hurts. One torment! What was my answer?

I was silent.

-Are you alive there? - asked Pal Palych.

- Alive...

- Well, sit down, they will open soon...

- I am sitting...

“So...” said Pal Palych. - So will you answer me why you climbed into this closet?

- Who? Tsypkin? In the closet? Why?

I wanted to disappear again.

The director asked:

- Tsypkin, is that you?

I sighed heavily. I simply couldn't answer anymore.

Aunt Nyusha said:

— The class leader took the key away.

“Break the door,” said the director.

I felt the door being broken down, the closet shook, and I hit my forehead painfully. I was afraid that the cabinet would fall, and I cried. I pressed my hands against the walls of the closet, and when the door gave way and opened, I continued to stand in the same way.

“Well, come out,” said the director. “And explain to us what that means.”

I didn't move. I was scared.

- Why is he standing? - asked the director.

I was pulled out of the closet.

I was silent the whole time.

I didn't know what to say.

I just wanted to meow. But how would I say this...

In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a magic school. Although, why was it? She is... She is only 15 years old, she is very young.

It seems like a school is like a school. And it seems like children are like children. But this is at first glance. The kids studying there are quite unusual. Little and older. Different. All beautiful girls and good fellows. Kind and wise fairies and wizards teach them all kinds of wisdom. And the director is the most important professor of magic. There are also sisters of mercy at school who treat children with all sorts of magical potions if suddenly one of the children is slightly ill. In the dining room, children are fed fabulously delicious breakfasts, lunches and afternoon snacks. And self-assembled tablecloths help cooks with this. The school is always clean. Thanks to Cinderellas with magic mop wands for this. Every morning, children are brought to school by a magic school bus, which is also driven, of course, by a real wizard. And through the efforts of all these wizards, wonderful children are produced. All school employees are proud of the graduates because they continue to perform miracles in life.

This is what this school is like! I was there, saw everything myself and didn’t embellish anything. This is my school! Nizhnevartovsk special (correctional) general education school 1, 2 types! This year she has a magical anniversary - 15 years! I wish the school to prosper for many, many years, to live together in love and harmony! This is the end of my fairy tale, and whoever listened - well done!

Gorbunova Natalia Efimovna,
mathematic teacher
GBOU Secondary School No. 1245, Moscow.

Dream Island. "School" fairy tale.

1. Mary Ivanna, experienced teacher.
2. Petrovich, her husband.
3. Storyteller.
4. Queen.
5. Minister of Education.
6. Yaga Kostyanovna, methodologist.
7. First Ambassador.
8. Second Ambassador.
9. Third Ambassador.
10. Nanny.
11. Koschey Bessmertovich, substitute teacher.
12. Ivan, student.
13. Emelya, student.
14. Vasilisa the Wise, student.
15. Princess Nesmeyana, student.
16. Voice from Dream Island.

Dedicated to the memory of Leonid Alekseevich Filatov.

Narrator:
In some kingdom
famous state
We lived modestly
In a huge room
Mary Ivanna, experienced teacher,
She gave lessons in aerobatics;
Petrovich, husband,
The computer scientist was, they say, ideological.
There was a queen and there were ministers,
There were teachers and methodologists...
We won’t detain you with an introduction,
Let's quickly begin the true story!

Scene 1.

Narrator:
Crazy like an alarm clock
My cell phone rang in the morning.
Mary Ivanna grab the phone,
To run to the kitchen,
And from the receiver there is a menacing voice,
It’s impossible not to recognize him!

The queen's voice on the phone:
Here is the royal decree for you:
Report to class right away!
Today the house is full of guests -
Ambassadors-teachers of all areas.
So you'll bleed
Prepare a lesson for us!
If you can't, who's to blame? –
I must execute you.
State affair,
Are you catching the thread?..

Maria Ivanovna:
There's something I don't understand
In my mind?
Tea, I slurp cabbage soup without bast shoes,
I can figure out what's what.
It turns out that it's on me
All politics in the country:
If I don’t prepare a lesson -
There will definitely be war.

Queen's voice:
Let's not make jokes,
Get ready and look
Modern give me a lesson
To amaze the guests so that you can!
To use ICT,
I didn’t forget about visibility.
With sense, with humor, with intelligence...
In general, you know what it costs!
If I understood the order -
Do it this very hour!

Maria Ivanovna:
Don't hesitate to doubt
Tea, it's not the first time!
Maria Ivanovna is bending over her notebook. Petrovich enters.

Narrator:
The husband trudged in - he wanted to eat,
And the wife is busy...
She's over the notebook
Full of creative thoughts.

Petrovich:
To you, my soul,
A century would look without breathing,
Only breakfast, the heart feels,
There's no chance for me!
My father-in-law said it right:
“You put up with such a wife -
Clever beauty,
Can handle any class!
She has to work all day
From morning to night there is no laziness.
You can’t crawl to the stove -
It's you, my dear, keep in mind.
If you don't want to go on a diet
Stay for three weeks
You recipes on the Internet
Culinary look!
If you don't find it, put it in your mouth
Just a regular sandwich.”

Maria Ivanovna (without looking up from her notebook):
Don't freak out and don't whine!
There will be a table and there will be game!
I'll have a look in the freezer myself,
If you find a chicken, fry it.

Petrovich:
Algorithm?

Maria Ivanovna (holds out a piece of paper):
Look here!
I wrote down: one, two, three.
Point four – “salt”.
Yes, and don't forget to wash!
Don't distract me
Read everything in the instructions.
Petrovich sighs and leaves with instructions in hand.

Scene 2.

Narrator:
And the queen with the main ambassador
They are already sitting at the round table.
Behind you, look, there’s a nanny advisor.
On the side are two more overseas ambassadors
(Oh, the hard one brought them).
A little further away is the Minister of Education,
Ready to give his own interpretations to everything,
“Brush everyone with the same brush”
For the benefit, supposedly, of an abstract child.
Against the first ambassador, in an official manner,
Yaga Kostyanovna, methodologist,
Specialist for all questions.

First Ambassador:
Causes antiresis
Your technical progress:
You booted up the computer
Under license or without?

Yes!

Second Ambassador:
Causes antiresis
Educational process:
You keep a cool watch
According to the system or without?

Queen, Nanny and Yaga (in unison):
Yes!

Third Ambassador:
Causes antiresis
And this is another cut:
Your children go to school
With joy or without?

Queen, Nanny and Yaga (in unison):
Yes!

Queen:
We cannot solve all problems!
Let's not rush.
Let's listen to different opinions
All doubts will go away.
Our minister prepared a speech...
Speak up, or else your head will be off your shoulders!

Minister:
I'll be brief, gentlemen.
Please take a look here:
Even from a fair distance
An increase in the quality of education is visible!
And the percentages say -
We raise smart kids!
With gratitude to Yaga (nods in her direction)
We are now taking the Unified State Exam.
And we all cry with happiness -
It can't be otherwise!
Congratulations to all of you, colleagues,
If the report is on time.
I'm not afraid of loud phrases:
The state loves you!
Even appreciates, respects,
Raises wages a little...
Let's just be honest -
You owe him everything!
Schedule every hour
To keep you busy:
Here is advice, there is a seminar,
Let the mosquito not sharpen your nose.
How do you hand over all the magazines?
Then go to sleep.

The nanny holds out her hand. The queen waves her away with displeasure.

Queen:
Hey, stop buzzing there,
You can't sit until evening.
Don't pull your hand, nanny.
Speak already, take a risk.

Nurse:
Our minister is not our enemy,
Everything is said as it is without lying.
I'm just hesitating -
Is this how he wants to live?
So as not to know rest,
Fall asleep over your notes,
Wasting energy, spoiling nerves,
Yes, get a penny...
So let him go
Taught at least one lesson
And I'll stand at the door,
While he checks the notebooks.
If he doesn’t check, let him drag it home.
Then my dove will sing!

Queen:
Sit down quickly and shut up -
Your place is by the stove.
From you - only bedlam,
I am ashamed, an embarrassment to the ambassadors!
I have been anti-resisting for a long time,
Aren't you sent to us?

Maria Ivanovna enters with a decisive step with a pointer and a magazine.

Maria Ivanovna:
Hello, welcome to class
It's time for my lesson...

Queen (picks up):
Look, rate,
Yes, write an article about us.
Words like that... two hundred,
And let's rejoice together!
Everyone leaves.

Scene 3.

Narrator:
Let the guests learn from the experience
Our methods are mind-boggling...
Look: already an hour and another pass,
But the ambassadors sit and never come out.
But no, he came out alone,
Such a gloomy and important gentleman.
Apparently, I need to call him urgently.
Now we will find out everything specifically and accurately!

First Ambassador (speaking on a cell phone):
I wish you good health, it's me,
I’m ready to report everything without hiding.
I carried out the reconnaissance as you ordered.
To achieve our goal.

First Ambassador:
Well, I'll give you a straight answer:
Anti-response, no doubt.
It's not bad for the children here,
The teachers are simply wonderful.
Among them there are such
You can't take your eyes off it!
This is how children are taught
It's like your heart is being irradiated.
There is silence in the class:
You can hear a mosquito flying.
Well, you yourself are patient
And modest, kind, beautiful.
And how they say it!
Everything will be shown and explained...
You can rightly say -
This miracle is so wonderful!

Voice:
I wish I could lure them here,
But everyone needs to be fed!
Choose one for now
Bring it to my country.
You can't persuade
You can fail the experiment!
State affair,
Are you catching the thread?..

Narrator:
Well, here the ambassador became despondent...
He was a sent-out Cossack!
He sighed, scratched his head,
An action plan...quickly sketched out.
He briskly approaches Mary Ivanna,
Yes, he takes her aside.
She only thinks about one thing:
I wish I could go home now and fall asleep!

First Ambassador:
You charmed me -
It’s amazing how they taught it!
And I’ll tell you without embellishment:
I just fell in love with you.
Why, my dear,
Are you that tired?
You probably didn't sleep last night!
Can I help?

Maria Ivanovna:
Well, you noticed correctly.
Apparently I look bad...
So tired, I have no urine,
And also the teachers’ council,
Yes, a mountain of notebooks at home!
Is all this unfamiliar to you?
I only dream about
So that I can work during the day,
Go home in the evening
Not with a heavy bag,
Go to bed at night,
Don't check notebooks!

First Ambassador (mysteriously):
I see you can’t find a place for yourself,
And your parameters suit us very well.
Tell me, beauty, do you want
Come with me to Dream Island?
Imagine: there will be no playful children there,
Parents, harmful and careless,
There will be no lessons, no notebooks at all -
You will get rid of many problems at once!
You will change your profession and, without shedding tears,
You will shout with joy: “Hurray! Now I
I won't be a teacher! From now on forever
I, like everyone else, am a WHITE MAN!”

Narrator:
Mary Ivanna shrugged,
She sparkled with mischievous eyes,
She glanced slightly at the classroom door,
She exhaled and... agreed!
The Ambassador and Maria Ivanovna leave arm in arm.

Scene 4.

Narrator:
Morning has come again
The sun illuminated the Earth.
And we are with you this time
We go straight to class.
And here are the students.

Ivan:
Working on the report all day
I sat there like a tree stump.
Not a single serious thought
It's all complete rubbish!

Emelya:
Don't be so upset
You Ivan are not a fool!
Blow the report off the Internet
It will definitely be a quarter.
Don't break down and don't be afraid...

Ivan:
What about you?

Emelya:
Yes, I'm lazy...
Still, studying is boring.
That's what it's like, my pike!
Instantly according to my desire
Easily promotes learning.
As Emelya orders her,
So she will tell him.

Vasilisa the Wise:
You, Emelya, spread softly,
May you neither sow nor reap!
You talk a lot with your tongue -
It became unbearable to listen.

Emelya:
There's something I don't understand:
You, the Wise One, why
She did the upbringing
Not according to our minds?

Vasilisa:
Here is Princess Nesmeyana,
I will tell you without deception,
Always dissatisfied with everything
No thoughts - just water!
Roars over tasks
The essays are completely torn up,
Then he throws them into the fire...
Even spurs don't help!

Princess:
Well, you are all harmful,
(Vasilisa) Even you in all your glory!
Neither understand nor regret!
You must have a heart!

Ivan:
Stop quarreling, friends!
I'll tell you without hiding,
(whispers) There was a call a long time ago.
Mary Ivanna... no, it’s on time!

Emelya:
It's necessary, I'm late!
And yesterday she scolded me:
I didn’t want to get off the stove -
Prove the theorem.

Princess (whines):
What should we all do now?
We were completely abandoned!
I will now cry out of grief...

Vasilisa (with a grin):
There will definitely be a sea of ​​tears here!

Ivan:
Maybe you'll be lucky today:
Mary Ivanna won't come?!
Then we'll go to the movies!
Are you with me?

Pupils (in chorus):
Yes!!!
They run away.

Scene 5.

Narrator:
Meanwhile the queen is angry,
He just can’t find a place for himself:
Mary Ivanna can’t be reached by phone,
Nobody answers the phone!
The queen began to think:
Who should she turn to for help?
In my spare time I remembered an old friend -
Yage Bone Leg.

Queen:
Hello, Yagusya, it's me!
Hello, my dear!
Help me solve the problem -
Mary Ivanovna replacement.
Disappeared in an unknown direction,
Without even leaving a statement.

Yaga:
Don't joke like that anymore
It’s time to conduct an investigation!
Maybe Mary Ivanna children
Did you manage to finish it?

Queen:
You offend our children -
The best in the whole wide world!

Yaga:
Maybe you need to check
Is the team not very friendly?

Queen:
No, I will give a guarantee:
We are all one family here!

Yaga:
Maybe she doesn't have enough money?
Tea, the salary was not enough?

Queen:
Our Mary Ivanovna is a patriot:
He loves his job and doesn’t take bribes!

Yaga:
Well, then I’ll say it out of friendship,
The special services were at work here!
Well, I'll take control
And I'll send you a replacement.

Narrator:
Poor, poor children!
What are they responsible for?
Yaga Kostyanovna did not make a mistake,
Mary Ivanovna conjured a dashing replacement!

Scene 6.

Narrator:
The bell rang in the morning,
The lesson begins...
Schoolchildren sit and wait:
“Well, when will they come to them?”
One minute passes, another passes...
Koschey Bessmertnovich comes into class!
Angry at the children in advance,
He immediately gives the task.

Koschey:
You are lazy, parasites,
Boobies and fidgets!
Know that there is no mercy for you,
You have to answer for everything!
In a minute this verse
Learn from now to now!
Who doesn't learn at all,
I'll eat that, guys!
That is, I wanted to say
That he is ready to punish you!
So it's better to keep quiet
Yes, sit and teach!
Ivan and Vasilisa delve into the book. Princess Nesmeyana wipes away her tears with a handkerchief, and Emelya leans over the bucket in which he has a pike and whispers something to her. Koschey turns around sharply and snatches the bucket.
You won't fool me
“Count” you, you vigorous louse!
Write in your notebook two hundred times:
"I won't lie anymore."
He looks menacingly at the crying Princess.
Well, why are you crying?
You'll soon rot alive!
Go to the problem book and solve it,
Count a hundred examples.
Approaches Ivan and Vasilisa.
Somehow you have united...
Or were they united in evil intent?
Well, run around the corners,
Just sit there quietly!
Ivan and Vasilisa run away in fear in different directions. The bell rings.
I'll go for a little walk
And I don’t say goodbye to you, kids!
He leaves, taking a bucket of pike. The children look after him in bewilderment.

Ivan:
What kind of miracle is this?
Was it sent to us and from where?
If he comes again,
Then Kondraty is enough for me!

Princess:
Mary Ivanna loved us,
She taught and scolded.
Even if I instructed
I never insulted you!

Vasilisa:
We didn't know how to appreciate!
There's no point in blaming yourself...
It's better to think together
What should we do, what should we do?

Emelya:
Yes, my pike is missing!
Apparently, I will have science...
Well, it's time to get off the stove,
Look for Mary Ivanovna!

Scene 7.

Narrator:
Without hesitation, the children gathered...
Where to look? They were confused.
We went out into the corridor, and then look:
A kind nanny hurries to their aid.

Nurse:
You're not happy,
Heads hung!
I know your sadness,
The reason for your sorrows.

Vasilisa:
Be our friend, tell us
Yes, tell the whole truth.
Mary Ivanna for us
Where to look, in what region?

Nurse:
I'll tell you a secret,
I'll give you an answer to your question.
Mary Ivanna is far away,
It's not easy to get to!

Beyond the seas, beyond the forests,
Behind the high mountains
There is an island in Okiyan
And there are countless miracles on it!

There's a scientific institute there
Learns light work:
To bring joy
And I didn’t waste much effort.

People are listened to in advance
And all wishes are taken into account.
The program is then compiled
It is sent to the computer.

But there are persistent rumors:
Computers are dying like flies.
All professions have been tested,
And the teachers stood up together!

So they kidnapped your Mary Ivanna,
So that we can clear up this mess!
They probably promised to let her rest,
And they themselves intend to drag you into the experience!

Emelya:
Well, I do not! (bumps with fist)
This will be our answer!
What is the name of the island, do you know?

Nurse:
Yes, that’s what it’s called – Dream Island!

The children run away. The nanny waves after them.

Scene 8.

Narrator:
But Mary Ivanna lives and doesn’t know
That they were seriously watching her.
She comes home early
And he finds time to relax.
Looks fresh and cheerful
My thoughts are not at all occupied with school.
Do not disturb lessons, calls
And truant students.
Just heavenly life has arrived!

Narrator:
But a week and another passes...
Mary Ivanna is tormented by melancholy.

Maria Ivanovna:
How are my children, how is the class?
Who is replacing me now?
What kind of knowledge does it give children?
And will they pass the test?

Voice:
Don't be executed, because you wanted to
Relax …. So what's the deal?
She said: labor is shocking
And not at all grateful!
Now what? Does your conscience bother you?
Calm down my darling!
And let him continue to teach them
Better someone else!

Narrator:
Mary Ivanna was horrified...

Maria Ivanovna:
How – different?

Narrator:
And suddenly... I woke up!

Maria Ivanovna:
My God, this is a dream!
How strange is he...

Narrator:
Instantly, straightening my strands,
She collected the notebooks
Having swallowed a cup of coffee,
Having quickly fed my husband,
I left the house cheerfully,
Where everything is simple and familiar.
There was a wonderful day ahead,
Difficult, but interesting!

Students (in chorus)
“Hello!”

Narrator:
... - it sounded nearby,
My heart immediately started beating...
Sees: next to the road in a row
Her schoolchildren are standing.

Princess:
Maria Ivanovna, we understand ourselves,
That we are not sugar, that we are a noisy class,
What is very difficult for you sometimes happens to us,
But it’s probably even more difficult without us?!

Emelya:
We are restless and sometimes lazy,
We don’t listen to simple and wise phrases,
Thank you for being patient with us,
What do you believe and hope for in us!

Vasilisa:
We understand that this is not easy -
Living in a whirlwind of daily bustle.
But who knows where it is, this Island?
Such a wonderful, righteous Dream?!

Epilogue.
Maria Ivanovna:
I had a wonderful dream yesterday:
Anxiously counting the days until the leaves fall

Now I'm not a teacher, I'm free
From endless school problems,
And life flows so decorously, nobly,
Without unsolved topics and theorems.

Imagine: these eternal notebooks
From now on they are not meant for me,
And I can dream about the surface of the water,
About the prince on the silver horse.

I can go to the pool at my leisure,
I can bake a pie for the whole family,
And not talk about school with a friend,
And tell about your joys.

Other people's children don't bother your soul,
There is no series of lessons, changes...
But somehow I'm not getting any younger
I miss the cute school walls!

Yes, I think I miss them now
Without children's eyes, without noise, fuss...
After all, children give me their hearts
Like bouquets of wondrous beauty!

I had a terrible dream yesterday:
I'm not a teacher, I don't need it anymore
Excitedly count the days until the leaves fall
And go to school every day in the morning...

© Evgenia Khamulyak, 2017

© LLC “SUPER Publishing House”, 2017

"School obligation." What is this story about? In short, about the Great Patriotic War. And in more detail, this is a story about one seemingly ordinary school requirement - an extracurricular activity to which a veteran grandmother was invited to tell careless teenage students about the difficult events during the war that the villagers had to face... And that she I told them that after the meeting, hooligans and truants turned into kind guys who understand how important it is to know and honor their history?..

"Glorious Galya, or New Year's Wish." The main character of this fairy tale is a good, kind girl named Galya, who has many friends and acquaintances, but her most valuable and dear thing is her wonderful dad, an assistant and adviser in difficult matters, who tells his daughter how to distinguish true friendship from ordinary friendship friendships, and also how to grow up to be a good, loyal comrade. For example, like dad’s best friend, mom. Well, the New Year's story is not complete without the intervention of magic.

“Poor, poor Sasha and poor, poor Lisa.” This is not a fairy tale or a story, but a real school detective story, where the wise elderly teacher Valentina Alekseevna Mikheeva slowly unravels the tangle of problems and misunderstandings caused by the bad behavior of the eleventh “B” graduates Sasha Khudova and Liza Neugodnikova. What did the girls do? And why don’t the honors and honors students of the country’s first college go to 226 Baker Street to visit the best detective of all time?

“Very true happiness.” Everyone's happiness is undoubtedly different. For some it is a successful shopping experience, for others it is the victory of their favorite champion, for others it is gifts or an invitation to act in a movie. But for all of us, no matter what we desire, the main component of happiness will always be a friendly and loving family!

And the essay of the eleven-year-old girl Vera Proshkina once again convinces us of this.

"Alice and the Magic Fern." One very impressionable dreamer, who thinks that she is a real black witch, decides to go into the dense forest at night to find there the Magic Fern, which fulfills any innermost desire. For example, he can make sure that his mother is always in a good mood and lives a thousand years.

An unusual tale about how difficult it can sometimes be for children to understand the complex lives of their parents.

"The Adventures of Slavik Vselensky." Slavik lives in an orphanage and knows for sure that his parents had a very good reason to leave him here for a while. And that they are looking for him! And he is looking for them too! The guy is already eleven years old, and he is the best student in the class, he reads and knows a lot, and therefore sometimes confuses teachers with his strange questions. This search for oneself and one’s destiny, mixed with boyish experiences, is, in fact, what we are talking about in this philosophical fairy tale with a good ending.

Saturday, a beautiful day in May, did not go well for students of the penultimate, tenth “B” grade Vadik Sidorov, Zhenya Tsaplina, Dima Subbotin and Anton Artamonov from the very morning. Last month, they skipped an after-school meeting with World War II veterans, when grandparents came and talked about their exploits and showed them medals and awards. Nothing special - an annual meeting on the eve of a big holiday, just a twenty-minute event, which usually, of course, dragged on because various smart people started asking questions. However, only twenty minutes of Saturday morning was an official obligation, after which everyone could run about their business.

Everyone was angry with Artamon, or rather Anton Artamonov, who then persuaded them not to go to compulsory training, and now, as punishment, the school director, and part-time class teacher of 10 “B” Voinova Valentina Fridrikhovna, arranged for the children in an unquestioning manner a personal one-hour meeting with the veteran.

The magnificent sunny day outside the dusty window foreshadowed mortal boredom, and everyone present cast angry glances at Artamon. Anton tried to escape, but clearly understood that he had screwed up his escape.

“Guys, the veteran will come any minute,” said Valentina Fridrikhovna, appearing at the door of the classroom where the truants sat sadly.

Everyone sadly thought about how he would spend this day: sleep until one o'clock in the afternoon, wander around the dunes, watch TV stupidly. However, they all came to school, since the question posed by the director was stark: either a meeting, or get out of school with a wolf ticket. And with such a turn, even in vocational schools they won’t hire you as a mechanic. All that remains is for the boys to unload the cars until their backs crack, like Dimka’s father, and Zhenya has to sell tomatoes and tangerines at the market, like her mother, Aunt Ksana, does.

“German goat,” Zhenya cursed angrily.

Suddenly the door opened again, letting an elderly woman into the classroom. She moved ponderously and breathed heavily, however, looking around the situation, she smiled brightly. She was followed by the headmistress and a small pre-school boy.

Without greeting those who entered, the guys began to be indignant.

– Does the time a veteran is late count towards this hour of hard labor? – Subbotin asked Dima impolitely.

“Sit down and shut up,” Valentina Fridrikhovna pulled back quietly but firmly, wincing at the undisguised teenage rudeness. – Subbotin, you were raised by bears in the forest?!

The veteran didn’t seem to notice the commotion. Taking a breath, she sat down heavily on the chair prepared for her at the blackboard in the middle and looked at the faces of those present in a friendly manner. There was complacency in her blue, almost transparent eyes. And even the truants, wincing at the upcoming painful lesson in memory of war heroes, nevertheless sat down at their desks and fell silent.

“So, dear Balashova Maria Stepanovna has been invited by our school to tell you how ordinary people fought against fascism and defeated it with the power of their spirit, so that you never know the horrors of war and do not forget those to whom you owe your life,” she said, looking condemningly into the faces of the students. Valentina Fridrikhovna, sighing heavily, left the class with the boy.

There was silence. Suddenly Vadik pushed Anton in the side and said loudly:

- Artamon, ask grandma about the Nazis...

- Sidor, you're sick of it! – the boy snapped, but, looking at the veteran, he still asked: “Well, what are they like, fascists?” Scary?

Everyone chuckled in unison.

“Not to say... They looked like you,” the grandmother answered naively.

- I understand, Sidor, you are a fascist! - Subbotin neighed.

“But not in that sense,” added Maria Stepanovna, “when they came to our village on a summer night in 1944, I went outside and couldn’t sleep. Lo and behold, there are four shadows. At first I was scared, mistaking them for ghouls, but I took a closer look - fascists in uniform and helmets with machine guns. And then I thought: “Their faces are enchanted.” This is exactly how it is with you now. I see this right away.

We have a small village, twenty yards, one adult man left from each house, only the women remained. So twenty women with their belongings and family were left to defend their small homeland. We, of course, expected the damned ones to come, because the village was located on the border. On the one hand, ours are fighting, on the other, the damned fascists. Now the time has come.