GRANDMA AND GRANDDUCH

(V. Oseeva)

Mom brought Tanya a new book.

Mom said:

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

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

Tanya read, grandmother listened, and mother praised both:

- That's how clever you are!

GIRL WITH A DOLL

(V. Oseeva)

Yura got on the bus and sat in the child's seat. Following Yura, the lieutenant entered. Yura jumped up:

- Sit down please!

- Sit, sit! I'll sit here!

The lieutenant sat behind Yura. An old woman went up the stairs. Yura wanted to offer her a place, but another boy was ahead of him.

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

A girl entered from the front platform. She was clutching a tightly folded flannelette blanket, from which a lace cap protruded.

Yura jumped up:

- Sit down please!

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

The passengers laughed, and Yura blushed.

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

The lieutenant patted him on the shoulder approvingly.

— Nothing, nothing! Girls need to make room too! Especially the girl with the doll!

WHO IS STUPIDER OF EVERYONE

(V. Oseeva)

Once upon a time there lived in the same house a boy Vanya, a girl Tanya, a dog Mongrel, a duck Ustinya and a chicken Boska.

One day they all went out into the yard and sat down on a bench - the boy Vanya, the girl Tanya, the dog Barbos, the duck Ustinya and the chicken Boska.

Vanya looked to the right, looked to the left, lifted his head up. With nothing to do, he took it and pulled Tanya's pigtail. Tanya got angry, wanted to hit Vanya back, but she sees that the boy is big, strong.

And hit girl foot watchdog. Barbos squealed, offended, bared his teeth. Tanya is the mistress, you can’t touch her. And Barbos grabbed the duck Ustinya by the tail. The duck got alarmed, smoothed its feathers; I wanted to hit the chicken Boska with my beak, but changed my mind. So Barbos asks her:

- Why don't you beat Boska, duck Ustinya? He is weaker than you.

“I’m not as stupid as you,” the duck answers Barbos.

“There are more stupid than me,” the dog says and points to Tanya.

Tanya heard.

“And there are more stupid than me,” she says, and looks at Vanya.

Vanya looked around - there was no one behind him.

"Am I the dumbest of them all?" thought Vanya.

DAD TRACTOR OPERATOR

(V. Oseeva)

Vitin's dad is a tractor driver. Every evening, when Vitya goes to bed, dad gathers in the field.

"Daddy, take me with you!" Vitya asks.

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

And all spring, while my father's tractor leaves for the fields, the same conversation takes place between Vitya and dad:

"Daddy, take me with you!"

- If you grow up, I'll take it.

One day my dad said:

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

- Aren't you tired of answering me the same thing every time, dad? Vitya asked.

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

EVIL MOTHER AND GOOD Aunt

(V. Oseeva)

Dashenka had a mother and an aunt. They both loved their girl, but raised her in different ways.

Mom forced Dashenka to get up early, clean the room, learn lessons. She taught her daughter to sew and embroider, to love work and not be afraid of any work...

And my aunt did not force me to do anything; she herself solved problems for Dashenka, for the whole day she let the girl go into the forest with her friends.

“I have an evil mother and a kind aunt!” Dashenka told her friends.

But years passed, and childhood passed with them. Dashenka grew up, went to work. People will not praise her - Dashenka has golden hands: whatever she undertakes, she will do it faster than anyone ...

“Who taught you how to work like that?” - ask, happened, women.

Dashenka will be sad, lower her head.

My mother taught me, thanks to her.

And about Aunt Dashenka will not say anything ...

BUTTON

(V. Oseeva)

Tanya's button came off. Tanya sewed it to her bra for a long time.

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

“I don’t know, Tanyusha; both boys and girls know how to tear off buttons, but grandmothers get more and more to sew on.

—That's how! Tanya said offended. - And you made me, as if you yourself were not a grandmother!

OWN HANDS

(V. Oseeva)

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

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

When the guys left the class, one boy said:

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

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

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

MEDICINE

(V. Oseeva)

One little girl always told her mother: “Give it! Bring it!

One day, my mother fell ill and called the doctor, and at that time the girl was sitting on a chair and shouting:

- Mum! Give me the doll! Bring some milk!

The doctor heard and said:

- Until the daughter loses the habit of commanding, mom will not recover.

The girl was very scared. And since then, as soon as she needed something, she said:

- I myself! I myself!

And my mother soon recovered.

BISCUIT

(V. Oseeva)

Mom poured cookies onto the plate. Grandmother jingled her cups merrily. Vova and Mi-sha sat down at the table.

“Deliver one at a time,” Misha said sternly. The boys scooped out all the cookies on the table and divided them into two piles.

— Exactly? Vova asked. Misha measured the piles with his eyes.

- Exactly. Grandma, pour us some tea!

Grandma brought tea. The table was quiet.

The piles of biscuits were shrinking fast.

- Crumbly! Sweet! Misha said.

- Yes! Vova responded with his mouth full. Mother and grandmother were silent. When all the cookies were eaten, Vova took a deep breath, patted his stomach and got out from behind the table.

Misha finished the last piece and looked at his mother - she was stirring the tea she had not started with a spoon. He looked at his grandmother - she was chewing a crust of bread ...

VISITED

(V. Oseeva)

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

"Go and find out what's wrong with her: maybe she's sick, maybe she needs something?"

Musya found Valya in bed. Valya was lying with her cheek tied.

- Oh, Valechka! Musya said, sitting down on a chair. “You must have flux!” Oh, what a flux I had in the summer! A whole blast! And you know, my grandmother had just left, and my mother was at work...

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

- Oh, Valechka! I was also given a polo scan. And I got better! As I rinse, it's better! And a heating pad helped me, hot-hot ...

Valya perked up and nodded her head.

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

- Isn't he making noise? No, that's right, rain!

Musya jumped up and ran to the window.

- That's right - it's raining! It's good that I came in galoshes! And then you can catch a cold!

She ran into the hallway, tapping her feet for a long time, putting on galoshes. Then, sticking her head in the door, she called out:

Get well soon, Valechka! I will come to you! Of course I'll come! Do not worry!

Valya sighed, touched the cold heating pad, and waited for her mother.

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

- Yes, she has the same flux as I had! Musya said happily. And she didn't say anything! And only warming and rinsing help her!

THREE SONS

(V. Oseeva)

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

GREED MOTHER

(V. Oseeva)

When the boy was little, people said:

This child has a greedy mother: she will never even give him candy without dividing it in half.

When the boy grew up, people said:

- This guy has a happy mother: he will never eat a piece without dividing it in half with her.

WHO PUNISHED HIM?

(V. Oseeva)

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

Who punished him? the neighbor asked.

“He punished himself,” Mom said.

WHAT IS NOT, THAT IS NOT

(V. Oseeva)

Once my mother said to my father:

And dad immediately spoke quietly.

No! What is impossible is impossible!

OFFENDERS

(V. Oseeva)

Tolya often ran from the yard and complained that the guys offended him.

“Don’t complain,” my mother once said. - You yourself should treat your comrades better, then your comrades will not offend you!

Tolya stepped out onto the stairs. On the playground, one of his offenders, the neighbor boy Sa-sha, was looking for something.

“Mother gave me a coin for bread, and I lost it,” he explained gloomily. “Don’t come here, or you’ll trample!”

Tolya remembered what his mother had said to him in the morning, and hesitantly suggested:

- Let's eat together!

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

- Here she is! Sasha rejoiced. - She was frightened of us and was found. Thank you! Come out to the yard! The guys are not touched! Now I'm just running for bread!

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

- You-ho-dee!

WATCHMAN

(V. Oseeva)

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

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

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

How well we play! How we have fun! - the guys boasted to the teacher.

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

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

But the boy could not explain why he was bored.

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

PICTURES

(V. Oseeva)

Katya had a lot of decals. During the break, Nyura sat down next to Katya and said with a sigh:

- You are lucky, Katya, everyone loves you! Both at school and at home...

Katya looked gratefully at her friend and said embarrassedly:

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

- Well, what are you! What you! Nyura waved her hands. - You are very good, you are the kindest in the class, you do not regret anything ... Ask the other girl for something, she will never give it, and you don’t even have to ask ... Here, for example, transfer Pictures...

“Ah, the pictures…” Katya drawled, pulled an envelope out of her desk, selected a few pictures and placed them in front of Nyura. - So I would have said right away ...

DUTY

(V. Oseeva)

Vanya brought a collection of stamps to class.

- Nice collection! Petya approved and immediately said: “You know what, you have a lot of stamps here that are exactly the same. You give them to me, I'll start collecting too. And for the holidays, when my father gives me money, I will buy stamps and share them with you.

- Take it, of course! Vanya agreed.

For the holidays, his father did not give Petya money, but bought him stamps himself. The stamps were very beautiful, but there were no identical ones, and Petya could not repay his friend.

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

- Don't! I don't need these stamps! I don't even want to think about them! Vanya waved his hands. - Let's play with feathers!

He shook out a whole bunch of new feathers on the desk. They began to play. Petya was unlucky - he lost ten feathers. Frowning.

- I'm in your debt!

What a debt! Vanya says. - I was playing with you!

Petya looked at his comrade from under his brows: his nose is thick, freckles scattered over his face, his eyes are somehow round ...

“And why am I friends with him? Petya thought. “I’m just taking on debt.”

And he began to run from his friend. He is friends with other boys, but he himself has some kind of resentment towards Vanya.

He lies down to sleep and thinks:

"I'll save up more stamps, and I'll give him the whole collection, and I'll give the feathers: instead of ten feathers - fifteen ..."

And Vanya does not think about Petya's debts. He is surprised that this happened to a friend.

He comes up to him and asks:

Why are you looking at me, Petya?

Petya couldn't resist. He blushed all over, uttered rude things to his comrade.

— You think you're the only decent one... But the others are not. Do you think I need your stamps? Or did I not see the feathers?

Vanya backed away from his friend, choked with resentment, wanted to say something, and only waved his hand.

Petya asked his mother for money, bought feathers, grabbed his collection and ran to Vanya:

- Get all your debts in full! - He himself is joyful, his eyes sparkle. “Nothing is missing from me!

“No, it’s gone,” Vanya says. And what is lost, you will never return to me!

FEATHER

(V. Oseeva)

Misha had a new pen, and Fedya had an old one. When Misha went to the blackboard, Fedya exchanged his pen for Mishino. Misha noticed this and asked during the break:

Why did you take my feather?

- Just think, unseen - a feather! shouted Fedya. - Found something to reproach! Yes, I'll bring you twenty such feathers tomorrow!

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

Guys gathered around Misha and Fedya.

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

Misha stood red and tried to tell how it was:

Yes, I did not give you ... You took it yourself ... You exchanged ...

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

- Oh you! Greedy! Yes, none of the guys will hang out with you!

- Yes, you give him this feather, and that's it! one of the boys said.

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

- Give it back! Don't contact! Good goose! Because of one feather, a cry rises!

Misha flared up. There were tears in his eyes. Fedya hurriedly grabbed his pen. pulled Mishino's pen out of it and threw it on the desk:

- Come on, get it! I cried! Because of one feather!

The guys dispersed. Fedya also left. And Mi-sha kept sitting and crying.

DREAMER

(V. Oseeva)

Yura and Tolya walked not far from the river bank.

“It’s interesting,” said Tolya, “how these feats are accomplished?” I dream about moving all the time!

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

Desperate cries for help came from the river. Both boys rushed to the call ... Yura kicked off his shoes on the move, threw the books aside and, reaching the shore, threw himself into the water.

And Tolya ran along the shore and shouted:

- Who called? Who screamed? Who is drowning?

Meanwhile, Yura dragged the crying baby ashore with difficulty.

— Ah, here he is! That's who screamed! - Tolya was delighted. - Alive? Well, good! But if we didn’t arrive in time, who knows what would have happened!

HAPPENING

(V. Oseeva)

Mom gave Kolya colored pencils.

One day his friend Vitya came to Kolya.

- Let's draw!

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

"Where are the others?" Vitya asked.

Kolya shrugged.

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

“But you yourself were left without a pencil!” the comrade was surprised. "Don't you need them?"

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

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

“Anyway, you give it to someone, so it’s better to give it to me!” I don't have a single colored pencil!

Kolya looked at the empty box.

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

BUILDER

(V. Oseeva)

There was a mound of red clay in the yard. Sitting on their haunches, the boys dug intricate passages in it and built a fortress. And suddenly they noticed another boy aside, who was also digging in the clay, dipping his red hands into a tin of water and diligently smearing the walls of the clay house.

"Hey, you, what are you doing there?" the boys will call out to him.

- I'm building a house.

The boys came closer.

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

- Yes, just move it - and it will fall apart! one boy shouted and kicked the house.

One wall collapsed.

- Oh you! Who builds like this? the boys shouted as they tore down the freshly plastered walls.

The builder sat silently and, clenching his fists, looked at the destruction of his house. He left only when the last wall collapsed.

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

We were alone in the dining room - me and Boom. I dangled under the table with my feet, and Boom nibbled lightly on my bare heels. I was ticklish and fun. Above the table hung a large daddy's card - my mother and I only recently gave it to be enlarged. On this card, dad had such a cheerful, kind face. But when, playing with Boom, I began to swing in a chair, holding on to the edge of the table, it seemed to me that dad was shaking his head.

Look, Boom, - I said in a whisper and, swaying hard in my chair, grabbed the edge of the tablecloth.

There was a ringing... My heart sank. I slowly slid off my chair and lowered my eyes. Pink shards lay on the floor, and the gold rim glittered in the sun.

Boom crawled out from under the table, carefully sniffed at the potsherds, and sat down with his head tilted to one side and one ear up.

Quick footsteps were heard from the kitchen.

What is it? Who is it? Mom knelt down and covered her face with her hands. "Daddy's cup... daddy's cup..." she repeated bitterly. Then she raised her eyes and reproachfully asked: - Is that you?

Pale pink shards glittered on her palms. My knees trembled, my tongue stuttered.

It's... it's... Boom!

Boom? - Mom got up from her knees and slowly asked again: - Is this Boom?

I nodded my head. Boom, hearing his name, moved his ears and wagged his tail. Mom looked at me, then at him.

How did he break?

My ears were on fire. I threw up my hands.

He jumped a little... and with his paws...

Mom's face darkened. She took Boom by the collar and walked with him to the door. I looked after her with fear. Boom jumped out into the yard barking.

He will live in a booth, - said my mother and, sitting down at the table, thought about something. Her fingers slowly raked bread crumbs into a pile, rolled them into balls, and her eyes looked somewhere over the table at one point.

I stood there, not daring to approach her. Boom scratched at the door.

Don't let it! - Mom said quickly and, taking my hand, pulled me to her. Pressing her lips to my forehead, she still thought about something, then quietly asked: - Are you very scared?

Of course, I was very frightened: after all, since my father died, my mother and I took care of every thing of his. Dad always drank tea from this cup.

Are you very scared? Mom repeated. I nodded my head and hugged her tightly around the neck.

If you... by accident, she began slowly.

But I interrupted her, hurrying and stammering:

It's not me... It's Boom... He jumped... He jumped a little... Please forgive him!

Mom's face turned pink, even her neck and ears turned pink. She got up.

Boom will not come to the room anymore, he will live in a booth.

I was silent. Dad looked at me over the table from a photographic card ...

Boom was lying on the porch with his smart muzzle on his paws, his eyes fixed on the locked door, his ears catching every sound coming from the house. He responded to voices with a low screech, his tail thumping on the porch. Then he put his head back on his paws and sighed noisily.

Time passed, and every hour my heart became heavier. I was afraid that it would soon get dark, the lights would go out in the house, all the doors would be closed, and Boom would be left alone all night. He will be cold and scared. Goosebumps ran down my back. If the cup hadn't been Dad's and if Dad himself were alive, nothing would have happened... Mom never punished me for anything unexpected. And I was not afraid of punishment - I would gladly endure the worst punishment. But mom took care of everything daddy! And then, I didn’t confess right away, I deceived her, and now with every hour my guilt became more and more.

I went out onto the porch and sat next to Boom. Pressing my head against his soft fur, I accidentally looked up and saw my mother. She stood at the open window and looked at us. Then, afraid that she would not read all my thoughts on my face , I shook my finger at Boom and said loudly:

There was no need to break the cup.

After dinner, the sky suddenly darkened, clouds floated out from somewhere and stopped over our house.

Mom said:

It will be raining.

I have asked:

Let Boom...

At least in the kitchen ... mommy!

She shook her head. I fell silent, trying to hide my tears and fingering the fringe of the tablecloth under the table.

Go to bed," Mom said with a sigh. I undressed and lay down, burying my head in the pillow. Mom left. Through the half-open door from her room, a yellow streak of light penetrated to me. It was black outside the window. The wind shook the trees. All the most terrible, dreary and frightening has gathered for me outside this night window. And in that darkness, through the sound of the wind, I could hear Boom's voice. Once, running up to my window, he barked abruptly. I propped myself up on my elbow and listened. Boom... Boom... He's dad's too. Together with him, we saw off dad to the ship for the last time. And when dad left, Boom didn’t want to eat anything, and mom persuaded him with tears. She promised him that dad would come back. But dad didn't come back...

Now closer, then farther, a frustrated barking could be heard. Boom ran from the door to the windows, he yawned, begged, scratched his paws and squealed plaintively. A narrow streak of light still seeped through from under my mother's door. I bit my nails, buried my face in the pillow and could not decide on anything. And suddenly the wind hit my window with force, large drops of rain drummed on the glass. I jumped up. Barefoot, in just a shirt, I rushed to the door and flung it wide.

She slept sitting at the table with her head resting on her bent elbow. With both hands I lifted her face, a crumpled wet handkerchief lay under her cheek.

She opened her eyes and wrapped her warm arms around me. The dreary barking of dogs reached us through the sound of the rain.

Mum! Mum! I broke the cup! It's me, me! Let Boom...

Her face trembled, she grabbed my hand, and we ran to the door. In the dark, I bumped into chairs and sobbed loudly. The boom dried my tears with a cold, rough tongue, it smelled of rain and wet fur. Mom and I would dry him off with a dry towel, and he would raise all four paws and roll on the floor in wild delight. Then he calmed down, lay down in his place and, without blinking, looked at us. He thought: “Why did they kick me out into the yard, why did they let me in and caress me now?”

Mom didn't sleep for a long time. She also thought:

“Why didn’t my son tell me the truth right away, but woke me up at night?”

And I also thought, lying in my bed: “Why didn’t my mother scold me at all, why was she even glad that I broke the cup, and not Boom?”

That night we did not sleep for a long time, and each of the three of us had our own “why”.

Brief retelling of Oseev Why? (Conscience)

The story is told from the perspective of a boy. He, sitting at the table, played on a chair, swinging on it. There was a dog Boom nearby - he caught the boy's playful mood and tried to lick him, then kindly bite his heels. The boy looked at the photograph of his father, who was already dead. This photo was so kind, but it seemed to warn "Don't play around." Then the chair leaned sharply, the boy grabbed the tablecloth, and the cup that his father constantly used flew off the table.

The boy was frightened, and his mother came into the room, and was so upset that she covered her face with her hands, and then asked the boy if he had done it. But that the boy, stuttering, replied that Boom did it. Mom kicked the dog out of the house and was even more upset because she realized that her son was lying to her. The boy suffered, seeing how the furry friend suffers on the street and asks to come into the house. The main character was tormented by conscience, he could not find a place for himself, constantly asking his mother to let the dog go home. It rained at night, the boy's guilt became so strong that he ran to his mother and confessed everything. Mom gladly launched the dog home, but the boy did not understand why his mother did not scold him.

For independent reading, short stories by Valentina Alexandrovna Oseeva are suitable for preschoolers. Adults will also read them to children who can't read.

Valentina Oseeva has many interesting books, including short stories aimed at young listeners. Small stories are easier for modern children to perceive. They are better remembered. They can be recounted. Short stories are good for learning different techniques of working with text.

But the most pleasant thing is to sit next to your mother reading a book.

Stories by Valentina Oseeva

What is impossible, what is impossible

Once my mother said to my father:

And dad immediately spoke in a whisper.

No! What is impossible is impossible!

Grandmother and granddaughter

Mom brought Tanya a new book.

Mom said:

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

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

Tanya read, grandmother listened, and mother praised both:

- That's how clever you are!

Three sons

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

Tannin Achievement

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

- Well, what are your achievements? he asked.

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

One day he asked, as usual, holding a pencil at the ready:

- Well, what are your achievements?

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

“Um…” said the father.

- Dad! Tanya pleaded. - The cup was bad, it fell by itself! Do not write about it in our achievements! Write simply: Tanya washed the dishes!

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

Who is the dumbest?

Once upon a time there lived a boy Vanya, a girl Tanya, a dog Barbos, a duck Ustinya and a chicken Boska in the same house.

One day they all went out into the yard and sat on a bench: the boy Vanya, the girl Tanya, the dog Barbos, the duck Ustinya and the chicken Boska.

Vanya looked to the right, looked to the left, lifted his head up. Boring! He took it and pulled Tanya's pigtail.

Tanya got angry, wanted to hit Vanya back, but she sees that the boy is big and strong. She kicked Barbos. Barbos squealed, offended, bared his teeth. I wanted to bite her, but Tanya is the mistress, you can’t touch her. Barbos grabbed the duck Ustinya by the tail. The duck was alarmed, smoothed its feathers. She wanted to hit the chicken Boska with her beak, but changed her mind.

So Barbos asks her:

- Why don't you beat Boska, duck Ustinya? He is weaker than you.

“I’m not as stupid as you,” the duck answers Barbos.

“There are more stupid than me,” the dog says and points to Tanya.

Tanya heard.

“And there are more stupid than me,” she says, and looks at Vanya.

Vanya looked around, but there was no one behind him.

watchman

There were a lot of toys in the kindergarten. Clockwork steam locomotives ran along the rails, airplanes hummed in the room, elegant dolls lay in carriages. The kids all played together and everyone had fun. Only one boy did not play. He gathered around him a whole bunch of toys and guarded them from the guys.

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

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

How well we play! How fun we are! - the guys praised the teacher.

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

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

But the boy could not explain why he was bored.

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

Biscuit

Mom poured cookies onto the plate. Grandmother jingled her cups merrily. Everyone sat down at the table. Vova pushed the plate towards him.

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

The boys dumped all the cookies on the table and divided them into two piles.

- Exactly? Vova asked.

Misha measured the piles with his eyes:

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

Grandmother served them both tea. The table was quiet. The piles of biscuits were shrinking fast.

- Crumbly! Sweet! Misha said.

- Yes! Vova responded with his mouth full.

Mother and grandmother were silent. When all the cookies were eaten, Vova took a deep breath, patted his stomach and got out from behind the table. Misha finished the last piece and looked at his mother - she was stirring the tea she had not started with a spoon. He looked at his grandmother - she was chewing a crust of black bread ...

Regular reading of short stories prepares preschoolers with "clip" attention to perceive more information at school.

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 aside and, looking at the red, angry face of the boy, said:

Has something happened to you?
- Well, okay! What about you? Pavlik squinted at him.
- Nothing for me. But now you were screaming, crying, quarreling with someone ...
- Still would! the boy growled angrily. - Will you run away?
- I'll run away! I’ll run away because of Lenka alone.” Pavlik clenched his fists. - I almost succumbed to her right now! Doesn't give any color! And how many!
- Does not give? Well, that's why you shouldn't run away.
- Not only because of this. Grandmother drove me out of the kitchen for one carrot ... right with a rag, rag ...

Pavlik snorted in resentment.

Trivia! - said the old man. - One will scold, the other will regret.
- Nobody pities me! - Pavlik shouted. - My brother is going to ride on a boat, but he won’t take me. I told him: “Take it better, anyway, I won’t leave you behind, I’ll drag the oars, I’ll climb into the boat myself!”
Pavlik thumped the bench with his fist. And suddenly he stopped.

What, doesn't your brother take you?
- Why do you keep asking? The old man smoothed out his long beard.
- I want to help you. There is a magic word...

Peacock opened his mouth.

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

This is the magic word. But don't forget how to say it.
- I'll try, - Pavlik chuckled, - I'll try right now. He jumped up and ran home.

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

“The old man deceived me!” the boy thought with annoyance.
Pavlik approached his sister sideways and pulled her by the sleeve. The sister looked back. Then, looking into her eyes, the boy said in a low voice:

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

Lena opened her eyes wide. Her fingers loosened, and, taking her hand off the table, she muttered in embarrassment:

Which one do you want?
“A blue one for me,” Pavlik said timidly. He took the paint, held it in his hands, walked around the room with it and gave it to his sister. He didn't need paint. He thought now only of the magic word.
"I'll go to my grandmother. She's just cooking. Will she drive me away or not?"

Pavlik opened the door to the kitchen. The old woman was taking hot cakes off the baking sheet.
The grandson ran up to her, turned his 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.

Hot ... hot hot, my dear! - she said, choosing the best, ruddy 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 hushed and listened to his brother's every word. When the brother said that he was going to go boating, Pavlik put his hand on his shoulder and quietly asked:

Take me please. Everyone around the table went silent. The brother raised his eyebrows and chuckled.
“Take it,” said the sister suddenly. - What are you worth!
- Well, why not take it? Grandma smiled. - Of course, take it.
"Please," Pavlik repeated. The brother laughed out loud, patted the boy on the shoulder, tousled his hair:
- Oh, you traveler! Okay, get going!
"Helped! Helped again!"

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

Read the summary of the story Thank you Magic Word

The main character of the work is called Pavlik. He lives in a large family, but constantly quarrel with everyone. One day, the sister did not allow the boy to take paints. The brother did not take Pavlik with him to go boating. And even my grandmother did not give me a carrot and kicked me out of the kitchen. Offended by everyone, Pavlik decided to run away from home, since his relatives do this to him. It was in such a terrible state that the boy met an unfamiliar grandfather. Having learned about the problems of the protagonist, the old man said that there is a wonderful word. It will help Pavlik in all his troubles.

Having learned this word, the boy ran home to check whether the unfamiliar grandfather had told the truth. Having run into the room, the boy saw that sister Lena had raked all the paints to herself. Then he asked for one paint, adding the word "Please" to his request. And miraculously the word worked! The girl shared her colors. Delighted, Pavlik ran into the kitchen and politely asked for a piece of pie from his grandmother. Having received a delicious slice, the grandson kissed the woman on the cheek, which touched the old woman very much. And in the evening, Pavlik asked his brother to go boating with him, adding the magic word "Please." And of course my brother agreed.

After all that had happened, Pavlik ran to the place where he met with his grandfather to thank the stranger. But the good old man was no longer there.

The kind story "The Magic Word" by Valentina Alexandrovna Oseeva teaches young readers to be polite. Rudeness can ruin relationships with people and harm the rude person himself, but few people will give a negative answer to a polite request.

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

OSEEVA. BLUE LEAVES

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

Give me a green pencil. And Katya says:

I'll ask my mom.

Both girls come to school the next day. Lena asks:

Did mom let you?

And Katya sighed and said:

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

Well, ask your brother again, - says Lena. Katya comes the next day.

Well, did your brother let you? - asks Lena.

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 take it in your mouth. Don't draw too much.

I, - says Lena, - only need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass.

This is a lot, - says Katya, and she frowns her eyebrows. And she made a disgusted face. Lena looked at her and walked away. I didn't take a pencil. Katya was surprised, ran after her:

Well, what are you? Take it!

No, Lena replies. In class, the teacher asks:

Why do you, Lenochka, have blue leaves on the trees?

No green pencil.

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

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

You have to give so that you can take.

OSEEVA. BAD

The dog barked furiously, falling on its front paws. Directly in front of her, nestled against the fence, sat a small disheveled kitten. He opened his mouth wide and mewed plaintively. 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 called out to the boys:

Shame on you!

What's embarrassing? We didn't do anything! the boys were surprised.

This is bad! the woman replied angrily.

OSEEVA. WHAT IS NOT, THAT IS NOT

Once my mother said to my father:

And dad immediately spoke in a whisper.

No! What is impossible is impossible!

OSEEVA. GRANDMA AND GRANDDUCH

Mom brought Tanya a new book.

Mom said:

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

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

Tanya read, grandmother listened, and mother praised both:

That's how smart you are!

OSEEVA. THREE SONS

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

OSEEVA. TANNINS ACHIEVEMENTS

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

Well, what are your accomplishments? he asked.

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

One day he asked, as usual, holding a pencil at the ready:

Well, what are your accomplishments?

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

Hmm... - said the father.

Dad! Tanya pleaded. - The cup was bad, it fell by itself! Do not write about it in our achievements! Write simply: Tanya washed the dishes!

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

OSEEVA. WATCHMAN

There were a lot of toys in the kindergarten. Clockwork steam locomotives ran along the rails, airplanes hummed in the room, elegant dolls lay in carriages. The kids all played together and everyone had fun. Only one boy did not play. He gathered around him a whole bunch of toys and guarded them from the guys.

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

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

How well we play! How fun we are! - the guys boasted to the teacher.

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

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

But the boy could not explain why he was bored.

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

OSEEVA. BISCUIT

Mom poured cookies onto the plate. Grandmother jingled her cups merrily. Everyone sat down at the table. Vova pushed the plate towards him.

Delhi one at a time,” Misha said sternly.

The boys dumped all the cookies on the table and divided them into two piles.

Smooth? - asked Vova.

Misha measured the piles with his eyes:

Exactly ... Grandma, pour us some tea!

Grandmother served them both tea. The table was quiet. The piles of biscuits were shrinking fast.

Crumbly! Sweet! Misha said.

Yes! Vova responded with his mouth full.

Mother and grandmother were silent. When all the cookies were eaten, Vova took a deep breath, patted his stomach and got out from behind the table. Misha finished the last piece and looked at his mother - she was stirring the tea she had not started with a spoon. He looked at his grandmother - she was chewing a crust of black bread ...

OSEEVA. OFFENDERS

Tolya often ran from the yard and complained that the guys offended him.

Do not complain, - mother once said, - you yourself should treat your comrades better, then your comrades will not offend you!

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

My mother gave me a coin for bread, and I lost it,” he explained gloomily. - Don't come here, or you'll trample!

Tolya remembered what his mother had said to him in the morning, and hesitantly suggested:

Let's eat together!

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

Here she is! Sasha rejoiced. - Frightened us and found! Thank you. Come out to the yard. The guys are not touched! Now I'm just running for bread!

He slid down the railing. From the dark flight of stairs came a merry voice:

You-ho-di!..

OSEEVA. NEW TOY

Uncle sat down on the suitcase and opened his notebook.

Well, what to bring? - he asked.

The boys smiled and moved closer.

me a doll!

And my car!

And I have a crane!

And to me ... And to me ... - The guys vying with each other ordered, my uncle wrote down.

Only Vitya silently sat on the sidelines and did not know what to ask ... At home, his whole corner is littered with toys ... There are wagons with a steam locomotive, and cars, and cranes ... Everything, everything that the guys asked for, Vitya has had it for a long time ... He even has nothing to wish for ... But uncle will bring every boy and every girl a new toy, and only for him, Vitya, he will not bring anything ...

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

Vitya sighed bitterly.

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

OSEEVA. MEDICINE

The little girl's mother got sick. The doctor came and sees - with one hand mother holds her head, and cleans up toys with the other. And the girl sits on her chair and commands:

Bring me cubes!

Mom picked up the cubes from the floor, put them in a box, and handed them to her daughter.

And the doll? Where is my doll? the girl screams again.

The doctor looked at it and said:

Until the daughter learns to clean up her toys herself, the mother will not recover!

OSEEVA. WHO PUNISHED HIM?

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

Who punished him? the neighbor asked.

He punished himself, - answered my mother.

OSEEVA. WHO IS THE OWNER?

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

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

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

No, mine, - Vanya was angry, - I bandaged her paw and dragged tasty pieces for her!

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

My! My! both shouted.

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

Save yourself!

But Kolya grabbed a stick and rushed to Zhuk's aid. The forester ran up to the noise and drove away his shepherd dogs.

Whose dog? he shouted angrily.

Mine, Kolya said.