The book by Viktor Dragunsky "Deniska's Stories" was written for children, it will cheer them up, help them spend time interestingly and profitably. However, this book will also be of interest to adults. After all, it tells about the adventures of childhood, when the world is seen in a completely different way, it is full of joy, unusual and curious things, goodness and light. Every adult once wants to return to childhood, remember the old time, relive funny situations and feel like a child. This book will do just that. In addition, it will help you better understand your children and build relationships with them.
Deniska, like all boys, sometimes indulges, but within reason. He may forget to learn his lessons or get confused right in the classroom while reciting a poem. He funny confuses complex geographical names, constantly gets into funny stories. In each story, he tells about something interesting, so you definitely won’t get bored reading them!
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"Deniska's stories"- a cycle of stories by the Soviet writer Viktor Dragunsky, dedicated to cases from the life of a preschooler, and then a junior schoolboy Denis Korablev. Appearing in print since 1959, the stories have become classics of Soviet children's literature, reprinted many times and filmed several times. They were included in the list "100 books for schoolchildren", compiled in 2012.
Plot
The action of the stories takes place in the late 1950s - early 1960s in Moscow (for example, the events of the story "Amazing Day" fall on the day of German Titov's flight into space).
Denis lives with his parents in the center of Moscow - various stories mention that he lives on Karetny Ryad ("Adventure"), not far from the Circus ("No worse than you, circus ones"), in Tryokhprudny Lane ("There is a lot of traffic on the garden"). This is an ordinary boy with whom funny or curious cases happen every now and then. Here he pours his porridge out of the window in order to quickly go with his mother to the Kremlin, and when a citizen with a policeman comes to them, doused with porridge, he understands what his mother’s words mean “Secret becomes clear” (“Secret becomes clear”). Once, while going to the circus, he sees an amazing girl on a ball, but the next time, having brought dad to look at her, he finds out that she left with her parents for Vladivostok (“Girl on a Ball”).
Another time at the circus, he accidentally switches places with another boy, causing the clown Pencil to grab him and, swinging on a swing, takes him under the dome of the circus ("No worse than you circus boys"). During a trip to the zoo, Shango the elephant almost eats his brand new radio. At a children's party at the Metalist club, Denis drinks a bottle of soda to gain up to 25 kilograms of weight and win a subscription to the Murzilka magazine, which he shares with his friend Mishka (“Exactly 25 kilos”). He undertakes to paint the entrance door with a hose left by the painters and gets so carried away that he paints not only the door, but also the neighbor Alyonka, and the suit of the house manager Alexei Akimych (“From top to bottom, obliquely!”).
While playing hide-and-seek in a communal apartment, he crawls under the bed of his neighbor grandmother, and when she closes and goes to bed, she is afraid that she will spend the rest of her life there ("Twenty Years Under the Bed"). Denis suggests that his mother, who complains about the mountains of dishes, wash only one appliance a day, and everyone will eat from it in turn ("Tricky way"). Denis has many adventures at school as well. She and Mishka are late for the lesson, but they tell such different stories about the reason for being late that their cunning is immediately revealed (“A fire in the wing, or a feat in the ice ...”).
At the carnival, Denis, with the help of Mishka, dresses up as Puss in Boots, and then shares the prize for the best costume with Mishka (“Puss in Boots”). During a school trip to the cinema to see a movie about reds and whites, he raises the boys of the “attack” class by shooting from a toy gun (“Battle at the Clear River”). In music lessons, he loves to sing and tries to do it as loudly as possible ("Glory to Ivan Kozlovsky").
Participates in a school play behind the scenes, but loses the call, and instead of hitting the chair with the board (imitating a shot), he hits the cat ("Death of the spy Gadyukin"). He forgets to learn lessons, as a result of which he cannot tell Nekrasov's poem about a peasant with a fingernail, and pronounces the name of the main river of America as Misi-pisi ("Main Rivers").
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List of stories
Screen adaptations
Based on Deniska's Tales, several films were made in the 1960s and 1970s, including two two-part television films:
- 1970 - Magical Power (novella "Avengers from 2nd V")
- 1970 - Deniskin stories (from four short stories)
- 1973 - Where is it seen, where is it heard (short)
- 1973 - Captain (short)
- 1973 - Spyglass (short)
- 1973 - Fire in the wing (short)
- 1974 - Glory to Ivan Kozlovsky (short, in the newsreel "Yeralash")
- 1976 - Secret to the whole world (2 episodes)
- 1979 - The Amazing Adventures of Denis Korablev (2 episodes)
Productions
Performances based on the stories of the cycle were repeatedly staged in theaters. In addition, in 1993, the Ural composer Maxim Basok created the children's musical "Deniska's Stories" (more than 20 versions of productions with different combinations of four stories, libretto by Boris Borodin). On April 5, 2014, the premiere of the play "Deniska's Stories" staged by the KrisArt Theater Company took place on the stage of the Palace of Culture named after. Zuev.
Exhibitions
see also
- "Little Nicolas" - a French series of funny stories about a schoolboy
- A cycle of stories by Nikolai Nosov about schoolchildren Mishka and Kolya (“Sparklers”, “Druzhok”, “Our ice rink”, “Phone”, “Mishkina porridge”, as well as the story “Merry Family”)
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- (fragment of the musical M. A. Baska, mp3)
An excerpt characterizing Deniska's stories
Prince Vasily fulfilled the promise given at the evening at Anna Pavlovna's to Princess Drubetskaya, who asked him about her only son Boris. He was reported to the sovereign, and, unlike others, he was transferred to the guards of the Semenovsky regiment as an ensign. But Boris was never appointed adjutant or under Kutuzov, despite all the troubles and intrigues of Anna Mikhailovna. Shortly after Anna Pavlovna's evening, Anna Mikhailovna returned to Moscow, directly to her wealthy relatives, the Rostovs, with whom she stayed in Moscow and with whom her adored Borenka, who had just been promoted to the army and immediately transferred to the guards warrant officers, was brought up and lived for years. The guards had already left Petersburg on August 10, and the son, who had remained in Moscow for uniforms, was supposed to catch up with her on the road to Radzivilov.The Rostovs had Natalia's birthday girl, mother and younger daughter. In the morning, without ceasing, trains drove up and drove off, bringing congratulators to the large, well-known house of Countess Rostova on Povarskaya, all over Moscow. The countess with her beautiful eldest daughter and the guests, who did not cease to replace one another, were sitting in the drawing room.
The countess was a woman with an oriental type of thin face, about forty-five years old, apparently exhausted by her children, of whom she had twelve people. The slowness of her movements and speech, which came from the weakness of her strength, gave her a significant air that inspired respect. Princess Anna Mikhailovna Drubetskaya, like a domestic person, was sitting right there, helping in the matter of receiving and engaging in conversation with the guests. The youth were in the back rooms, not finding it necessary to participate in receiving visits. The count met and saw off the guests, inviting everyone to dinner.
“I am very, very grateful to you, ma chere or mon cher [my dear or my dear] (ma chere or mon cher he spoke to everyone without exception, without the slightest nuance, both above and below him to people standing) for himself and for dear birthday girls . Look, come and have dinner. You offend me, mon cher. I sincerely ask you on behalf of the whole family, ma chere. These words, with the same expression on his full, cheerful and clean-shaven face, and with the same firm handshake and repeated short bows, he spoke to everyone without exception or change. After seeing off one guest, the count returned to the one or the other who were still in the drawing room; pulling up chairs and with the air of a man who loves and knows how to live, with his legs valiantly apart and his hands on his knees, he swayed significantly, offered guesses about the weather, consulted about health, sometimes in Russian, sometimes in very bad, but self-confident French, and again with the air of a tired but firm man in the performance of his duties, he went to see him off, straightening his sparse gray hair on his bald head, and again called for dinner. Sometimes, returning from the hall, he would go through the flower room and the waiter's room into a large marble hall, where a table was set for eighty couverts, and, looking at the waiters, who wore silver and porcelain, arranged tables and unrolled damask tablecloths, called Dmitry Vasilyevich, a nobleman, to him, engaged in all his affairs, and said: “Well, well, Mitenka, see that everything is fine. So, so, - he said, looking with pleasure at the huge spreading table. - The main thing is serving. That's it ... ”And he left, sighing smugly, again into the living room.
- Marya Lvovna Karagina with her daughter! the huge countess, the outgoing footman, reported in a bass voice as he entered the drawing-room door.
The Countess thought for a moment and sniffed from a golden snuffbox with a portrait of her husband.
“These visits tortured me,” she said. - Well, I'll take her last. Very stiff. Ask, - she said to the footman in a sad voice, as if saying: "well, finish it off!"
A tall, stout, proud-looking lady with a chubby, smiling daughter, rustling her dresses, entered the living room.
“Chere comtesse, il y a si longtemps… elle a ete alitee la pauvre enfant… au bal des Razoumowsky… et la comtesse Apraksine… j"ai ete si heureuse…” [Dear Countess, how long ago… she should have been in bed, poor a child... at a ball at the Razumovskys... and Countess Apraksina... was so happy...] animated female voices were heard, interrupting one another and merging with the noise of dresses and moving chairs. , say: "Je suis bien charmee; la sante de maman ... et la comtesse Apraksine" [I am in awe; mother's health ... and Countess Apraksina] and, again making noise with dresses, go into the hall, put on a fur coat or cloak and leave. The conversation turned about the main city news of that time - about the illness of the famous rich man and handsome man of Catherine's time, the old Count Bezukhy and about his illegitimate son Pierre, who behaved so indecently at the evening at Anna Pavlovna Scherer.
“I am very sorry for the poor count,” said the guest, “his health is already so bad, and now this chagrin from his son, this will kill him!”
- What? the countess asked, as if not knowing what the guest was talking about, although she had already heard the reason for Count Bezukhy's grief fifteen times already.
- That's the current upbringing! While still abroad,” the guest said, “this young man was left to himself, and now in St. Petersburg, they say, he has done such horrors that he was sent out with the police.
- Tell! said the Countess.
“He chose his acquaintances badly,” intervened Princess Anna Mikhailovna. - The son of Prince Vasily, he and one Dolokhov, they say, God knows what they were doing. And both were hurt. Dolokhov was demoted to the soldiers, and Bezukhoy's son was sent to Moscow. Anatol Kuragin - that father somehow hushed up. But they were sent out from St. Petersburg.
“What the hell did they do?” the countess asked.
“These are perfect robbers, especially Dolokhov,” said the guest. - He is the son of Marya Ivanovna Dolokhova, such a respectable lady, and what? You can imagine: the three of them got a bear somewhere, put it in a carriage with them and took it to the actresses. The police came to take them down. They caught the guard and tied him back to back to the bear and let the bear into the Moika; the bear swims, and the quarter on it.
- Good, ma chere, the figure of the quarterly, - the count shouted, dying with laughter.
- Oh, what a horror! What's there to laugh at, Count?
But the ladies involuntarily laughed themselves.
“They rescued this unfortunate man by force,” continued the guest. - And this is the son of Count Kirill Vladimirovich Bezukhov, who is so cleverly amused! she added. - And they said that he was so well educated and smart. That's all the upbringing abroad has brought. I hope that no one will accept him here, despite his wealth. I wanted to introduce him. I resolutely refused: I have daughters.
Why do you say this young man is so rich? asked the countess, bending down from the girls, who immediately pretended not to listen. “He only has illegitimate children. It seems ... and Pierre is illegal.
The guest waved her hand.
“He has twenty illegal ones, I think.
Princess Anna Mikhailovna intervened in the conversation, apparently wishing to show her connections and her knowledge of all secular circumstances.
"Here's the thing," she said significantly, and also in a whisper. - The reputation of Count Kirill Vladimirovich is known ... He lost count of his children, but this Pierre was his favorite.
“How good the old man was,” said the countess, “even last year!” I have never seen a more beautiful man.
“Now he has changed a lot,” said Anna Mikhailovna. “So I wanted to say,” she continued, “by his wife, the direct heir to the entire estate, Prince Vasily, but Pierre was very fond of his father, was engaged in his upbringing and wrote to the sovereign ... so no one knows if he dies (he is so bad that they expect it every minute, and Lorrain came from St. Petersburg), who will get this huge fortune, Pierre or Prince Vasily. Forty thousand souls and millions. I know this very well, because Prince Vasily himself told me this. Yes, and Kirill Vladimirovich is my maternal second cousin. It was he who baptized Borya, ”she added, as if not attributing any significance to this circumstance.
– Prince Vasily arrived in Moscow yesterday. He goes to the audit, they told me, - said the guest.
“Yes, but, entre nous, [between us],” said the princess, “this is a pretext, he actually came to Count Kirill Vladimirovich, having learned that he was so bad.
“However, ma chere, this is a nice thing,” said the count, and, noticing that the elder guest did not listen to him, he turned to the young ladies. - The quarterman had a good figure, I imagine.
And he, imagining how the quarterman waved his arms, again burst out laughing with a sonorous and bassy laugh that shook his whole full body, how people laugh, always eating well and especially drinking. “So, please, have dinner with us,” he said.
There was silence. The countess looked at the guest, smiling pleasantly, however, not hiding the fact that she would not be upset now if the guest got up and left. The daughter of the guest was already straightening her dress, looking inquiringly at her mother, when suddenly from the next room there was heard running to the door of several male and female legs, the rumble of a hooked and knocked down chair, and a thirteen-year-old girl ran into the room, wrapping something in a short muslin skirt, and stopped in the middle rooms. It was obvious that she accidentally, from an uncalculated run, jumped so far. At the same moment, a student with a crimson collar, a guards officer, a fifteen-year-old girl and a fat, ruddy boy in a child's jacket appeared at the door at the same moment.
The count jumped up and, swaying, spread his arms wide around the running girl.
- Ah, here she is! he shouted laughing. - Birthday girl! Ma chere, birthday girl!
- Ma chere, il y a un temps pour tout, [Darling, there is time for everything,] - said the countess, pretending to be strict. “You spoil her all the time, Elie,” she added to her husband.
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Victor Dragunsky
The funniest Deniskin stories (collection)
© Dragunsky V. Yu., nasl., 2016
© Il., Popovich O. V., 2016
© AST Publishing House LLC, 2016
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Girl on the Ball
Once we went to the circus as a whole class. I was very happy when I went there, because I was almost eight years old, and I was in the circus only once, and that was a very long time ago. The main thing is that Alyonka is only six years old, but she has already managed to visit the circus three times. It's very embarrassing. And now, with the whole class, we went to the circus, and I thought how good it was that it was already big and that now, this time, I would see everything as it should. And at that time I was little, I did not understand what a circus was.
At that time, when acrobats entered the arena and one climbed on the head of another, I laughed terribly, because I thought that they were doing it on purpose, for laughs, because at home I had never seen adult uncles climbing on top of each other. It didn't happen on the street either. This is where I laughed out loud. I did not understand that it was the artists who showed their dexterity. And at that time, I looked more and more at the orchestra, how they play - some on the drum, some on the trumpet - and the conductor waves his baton, and no one looks at him, but everyone plays as they want. I really liked it, but while I was looking at these musicians, artists were performing in the middle of the arena. And I did not see them and missed the most interesting. Of course, I was still quite stupid at that time.
And so we came with the whole class to the circus. I immediately liked that it smells of something special, and that bright pictures hang on the walls, and it’s light all around, and in the middle there is a beautiful carpet, and the ceiling is high, and different shiny swings are tied there. And at that moment the music began to play, and everyone rushed to sit down, and then they bought a popsicle and began to eat.
And suddenly a whole detachment of some people came out from behind the red curtain, dressed very beautifully - in red suits with yellow stripes. They stood on the sides of the curtain, and their boss in a black suit walked between them. He shouted something loudly and a little incomprehensibly, and the music began to play quickly, quickly and loudly, and an artist-juggler jumped into the arena, and the fun began. He threw balls, ten or a hundred pieces up, and caught them back. And then he grabbed a striped ball and began to play with it ... He kicked him with his head, and with the back of his head, and with his forehead, and rolled him on the back, and kicked him with his heel, and the ball rolled all over his body as if magnetized. This was very beautiful. And suddenly the juggler threw this ball to our audience, and then a real turmoil began, because I caught this ball and threw it at Valerka, and Valerka at Mishka, and Mishka suddenly took aim and, for no apparent reason, lit up right in conductor, but did not hit him, but hit the drum! Bamm! The drummer got angry and threw the ball back to the juggler, but the ball did not fly, he just hit one beautiful aunt in her hair, and she got not a hair, but a hood. And we all laughed so hard that we almost died.
And when the juggler ran behind the curtain, we could not calm down for a long time. But then a huge blue ball was rolled into the arena, and the uncle who was announcing came to the middle and shouted something in an unintelligible voice. It was impossible to understand anything, and the orchestra again began to play something very cheerful, only not as fast as before.
And suddenly a little girl ran out into the arena. I have never seen such small and beautiful ones. She had blue-blue eyes, and around them were long eyelashes. She was in a silver dress with an airy cloak, and she had long arms; she waved them like a bird and jumped on this huge blue ball that was rolled out for her. She stood on the ball. And then she suddenly ran, as if she wanted to jump off it, but the ball spun under her feet, and she was on it like this, as if she was running, but in fact she was riding around the arena. I have never seen such girls. They were all ordinary, but this one was something special. She ran around the ball with her little legs, as if on a flat floor, and the blue ball carried her on herself: she could ride it straight ahead, and back, and to the left, and wherever she wanted! She laughed merrily when she ran as if she were swimming, and I thought that she must be Thumbelina, she was so small, sweet and unusual. At this time, she stopped, and someone gave her various bell-shaped bracelets, and she put them on her shoes and on her hands and again began to slowly circle on the ball, as if dancing. And the orchestra began to play quiet music, and one could hear the golden bells ringing thinly on the girl's long hands. And it was all like in a fairy tale. And then they turned off the light, and it turned out that the girl, in addition, could glow in the dark, and she slowly swam in a circle, and shone, and rang, and it was amazing - I had never seen anything like it in my whole life.
And when they turned on the lights, everyone clapped and yelled "bravo", and I also shouted "bravo". And the girl jumped off her balloon and ran forward, closer to us, and suddenly, on the run, turned over her head, like lightning, and again, and again, and forward and forward. And it seemed to me that she was about to break against the barrier, and I was suddenly very frightened, and jumped to my feet, and wanted to run to her in order to catch her and save her, but the girl suddenly stopped in her tracks, spread her long arms, the orchestra fell silent, and she stood and smiled. And everyone clapped with all their might and even tapped their feet. And at that moment this girl looked at me, and I saw that she saw that I see her and that I also see that she sees me, and she waved her hand at me and smiled. She waved at me and smiled. And I again wanted to run up to her, and I stretched out my hands to her. And she suddenly blew a kiss to everyone and ran away behind the red curtain, where all the artists ran.
And a clown came into the arena with his rooster and began to sneeze and fall, but I was not up to him. I kept thinking about the girl on the ball, how amazing she is and how she waved her hand at me and smiled, and I didn’t want to look at anything else. On the contrary, I tightly closed my eyes so as not to see this stupid clown with his red nose, because he spoiled my girl for me: she still seemed to me on her blue ball.
And then an intermission was announced, and everyone ran to the buffet to drink soda, and I quietly went downstairs and went to the curtain, from where the artists were coming out.
I wanted to look at this girl again, and I stood at the curtain and looked - what if she comes out? But she didn't come out.
And after the intermission, the lions performed, and I did not like that the tamer was dragging them by the tails all the time, as if they were not lions, but dead cats. He made them move from place to place or laid them on the floor in a row and walked over the lions with his feet, as if on a carpet, and they looked like they were not allowed to lie still. This was not interesting, because the lion must hunt and chase the buffalo in the endless pampas and announce the surroundings with a menacing growl that terrifies the native population.
And so it turns out not a lion, but I just don’t know what.
And when it was over and we went home, I kept thinking about the girl on the ball.
In the evening, dad asked:
- Well, how? Did you enjoy the circus?
I said:
- Dad! There is a girl in the circus. She dances on a blue ball. So cute, the best! She smiled at me and waved her hand! I'm the only one, honestly! Do you understand, dad? Let's go to the circus next Sunday! I'll show it to you!
Papa said:
- We'll definitely go. I love the circus!
And my mother looked at both of us as if she saw for the first time.
... And a long week began, and I ate, studied, got up and went to bed, played and even fought, and still every day I thought when Sunday would come, and my dad and I would go to the circus, and I would see the girl on the ball again, and I'll show it to dad, and maybe dad will invite her to visit us, and I'll give her a Browning pistol and draw a ship in full sail.
But on Sunday, dad could not go.
Comrades came to him, they delved into some drawings, and shouted, and smoked, and drank tea, and sat up late, and after them my mother had a headache, and my father said to me:
- Next Sunday ... I swear an oath of Loyalty and Honor.
And I was so looking forward to next Sunday that I don’t even remember how I lived another week. And dad kept his word: he went with me to the circus and bought tickets to the second row, and I was glad that we were sitting so close, and the performance began, and I began to wait for the girl to appear on the ball. But the person who announces, all the time announced various other artists, and they went out and performed in different ways, but the girl still did not appear. And I was trembling with impatience, I really wanted dad to see how extraordinary she is in her silver suit with an airy cloak and how deftly she runs around the blue ball. And every time the announcer came out, I whispered to dad:
Now he will announce it!
But, as luck would have it, he announced someone else, and I even began to hate him, and I kept saying to dad:
- Yes, well, him! This is nonsense on vegetable oil! This is not it!
And dad said without looking at me:
- Don't interfere, please. It is very interesting! That's it!
I thought that dad, apparently, is not well versed in the circus, since he is interested in it. Let's see what he sings when he sees the girl on the balloon. I suppose he will jump on his chair two meters in height ...
But then the announcer came out and shouted in his muffled voice:
- Ant-rra-kt!
I just couldn't believe my ears! Intermission? And why? After all, in the second compartment there will be only lions! And where is my girl on the ball? Where is she? Why isn't she performing? Maybe she got sick? Maybe she fell and got a concussion?
I said:
- Dad, let's go quickly, find out where the girl is on the ball!
Papa replied:
- Yes Yes! And where is your equilibrist? Something not to be seen! Let's go buy some software!
He was cheerful and contented. He looked around, laughed and said:
- Oh, I love ... I love the circus! This very smell ... makes me dizzy ...
And we went into the corridor. A lot of people crowded there, and sweets and waffles were sold, and photographs of various tiger faces hung on the walls, and we wandered a little and finally found a controller with programs. Dad bought one from her and began to look through it. But I could not stand it and asked the controller:
- Tell me, please, when will the girl perform on the ball?
- What girl?
Papa said:
- The program includes a tightrope walker on the ball of T. Vorontsov. Where is she?
I stood silent.
Controller said:
- Oh, are you talking about Tanechka Vorontsova? She left. She left. What are you up to late?
I stood silent.
Papa said:
“We have been restless for two weeks now. We want to see the tightrope walker T. Vorontsova, but she is not there.
Controller said:
- Yes, she left ... Together with her parents ... Her parents are "Bronze People - Two-Yavors." Maybe you have heard? Very sorry. They just left yesterday.
I said:
"You see, dad...
I didn't know she was leaving. What a pity ... Oh my God! .. Well ... There's nothing to be done ...
I asked the controller:
“Is that right, then?”
She said:
I said:
- And where, unknown?
She said:
- To Vladivostok.
Wow where. Far. Vladivostok.
I know it is placed at the very end of the map, from Moscow to the right.
I said:
- What a distance.
The controller suddenly hurried:
- Well, go, go to your places, the lights are already out!
Dad picked up:
- Let's go, Deniska! Now there are lions! Shaggy, growling - horror! Let's go look!
I said:
- Let's go home, dad.
He said:
- That's it once...
The controller laughed. But we went to the wardrobe, and I handed out the number, and we got dressed and left the circus.
We walked along the boulevard and walked like that for a long time, then I said:
- Vladivostok is at the very end of the map. There, if by train, you will travel for a whole month ...
Papa was silent. He obviously had no time for me. We walked a little more, and I suddenly remembered the planes and said:
- And on the "TU-104" in three hours - and there!
But dad still didn't answer. He held my hand tightly. When we went out onto Gorky Street, he said:
Let's go to an ice cream parlor. Shame on two servings, huh?
I said:
“I don’t want anything, dad.
- They supply water there, it is called "Kakheti". I have never drunk better water anywhere in the world.
I said:
“I don’t want to, dad.
He did not persuade me. He quickened his pace and squeezed my hand tightly. I even got sick. He walked very fast and I could hardly keep up with him. Why was he walking so fast? Why didn't he talk to me? I wanted to look at him. I raised my head. He had a very serious and sad face.
"He's alive and glowing..."
One evening I was sitting in the yard, near the sand, and waiting for my mother. She probably lingered at the institute, or at the store, or, perhaps, stood at the bus stop for a long time. Don't know. Only all the parents of our yard had already arrived, and all the guys went home with them and probably already drank tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there ...
And now the lights in the windows began to light up, and the radio began to play music, and dark clouds moved in the sky - they looked like bearded old men ...
And I wanted to eat, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and would not be late and would not made her sit on the sand and get bored.
And at that moment Mishka came out into the yard. He said:
- Great!
And I said
- Great!
Mishka sat down with me and picked up a dump truck.
"Wow," Misha said. - Where did you get it?
Does he pick up the sand himself? Not by myself? Does he drop himself? Yes? And the pen? What is she for? Can it be rotated? Yes? BUT? Wow! Will you give it to me home?
I said:
- No I will not give. Present. Dad gave before leaving.
The bear pouted and moved away from me. It got even darker outside.
I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother comes. But she didn't go. Apparently, I met Aunt Rosa, and they stand and talk and don’t even think about me. I lay down on the sand.
Mishka says:
- Can you give me a dump truck?
- Get off, Mishka.
Then Mishka says:
“I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for him!”
I'm talking:
- Compared Barbados with a dump truck ...
- Well, do you want me to give you a swim ring?
I'm talking:
- He's screwed on you.
- You'll glue it!
I even got angry.
- Where can I swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?
And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:
Well, it wasn't. Know my kindness. On the!
And he handed me a box of matches. I took it in my hands.
- You open it, - said Mishka, - then you will see!
I opened the box and at first I didn’t see anything, and then I saw a small light green light, as if a tiny star was burning somewhere far, far away from me, and at the same time I myself was holding it in my hands now.
“What is it, Mishka,” I said in a whisper, “what is it?”
“It’s a firefly,” said Mishka. - What, good? He's alive, don't worry.
“Mishka,” I said, “take my dump truck, do you want to?” Take forever, forever. And give me this star, I'll take it home ...
And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at it, looked and could not get enough of it: how green it is, as if in a fairy tale, and how close it is, in the palm of your hand, but it shines, as if from afar ... And I could not breathe evenly, and I could hear my heart beating, and my nose pricked a little, as if I wanted to cry.
And I sat like that for a long time, a very long time.
And there was no one around. And I forgot about everyone in the world.
But then my mother came, and I was very happy, and we went home.
And when they began to drink tea with bagels and cheese, my mother asked:
- Well, how is your dump truck?
And I said:
- I, mother, changed it.
Mom said:
- Interesting. And for what?
I replied:
- For a firefly. Here he is in a box. Turn off the light!
And my mother turned off the light, and the room became dark, and the two of us began to look at the pale green star.
Then mom turned on the light.
“Yes,” she said, “it's magic. But still, how did you decide to give such a valuable thing as a dump truck for this worm?
“I've been waiting for you for so long,” I said, “and I was so bored, and this firefly, it turned out to be better than any dump truck in the world.
Mom looked at me intently and asked:
- And what, exactly, is it better?
I said:
- But how can you not understand? .. After all, he is alive! And it glows!
Top down, sideways!
That summer, when I didn't go to school yet, our yard was being renovated. Bricks and boards lay everywhere, and in the middle of the yard rose a huge pile of sand. And we played on this sand in the "defeat of the Nazis near Moscow", or made Easter cakes, or just played at nothing.
We had a lot of fun, and we made friends with the workers and even helped them repair the house: once I brought a full kettle of boiling water to the locksmith Uncle Grisha, and the second time Alyonka showed the fitters where we had a back door. And we helped a lot, but now I don't remember everything.
And then, somehow imperceptibly, the repair began to end, the workers left one by one, Uncle Grisha said goodbye to us by the hand, gave me a heavy piece of iron and also left.
And instead of Uncle Grisha, three girls came into the yard. They were all very nicely dressed: they wore men's long trousers, smeared with different colors and completely hard. When these girls walked, their pants rattled like iron on a roof. And on the heads of the girls wore hats from newspapers. These girls were painters and were called: brigade. They were very cheerful and dexterous, they loved to laugh and always sang the song "Lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley." But I don't like this song. And Alyonka.
And Mishka doesn't like it either. But we all loved to watch how the girls-painters work and how everything turns out smoothly and neatly. We knew the whole team by name. Their names were Sanka, Raechka and Nelly.
And once we approached them, and Aunt Sanya said:
- Guys, run someone and find out what time it is.
I ran, found out and said:
- Five minutes to twelve, Aunt Sanya ...
She said:
- Sabbath, girls! I'm in the dining room! - and went out of the yard.
And Aunt Raechka and Aunt Nelly followed her to dinner.
And they left a barrel of paint. And a rubber hose too.
We immediately came closer and began to look at that part of the house where they were just now painting. It was very cool: smooth and brown, with a little redness. The bear looked and looked, then says:
- I wonder if if I shake the pump, the paint will go?
Alyonka says:
- We bet it won't work!
Then I say:
- But we argue, it will go!
Mishka says:
- No need to argue. Now I will try. Hold, Deniska, the hose, and I will shake it.
And let's download. I shook it two or three times, and suddenly paint ran out of the hose. She hissed like a snake, because at the end of the hose there was a hood with holes, like a watering can. Only the holes were very small, and the paint went on like cologne in a barbershop, you can barely see it.
The bear was delighted and shouted:
- Paint quickly! Hurry and paint something!
I immediately took and sent the hose to a clean wall. The paint began to splatter, and there immediately turned out to be a light brown spot that looked like a spider.
- Hooray! Alyonka screamed. - Let's go! Let's go! - and put her foot under the paint.
I immediately painted her leg from knee to toe. Immediately, right before our eyes, no bruises or scratches were visible on the leg. On the contrary, Alyonka's leg became smooth, brown, with a sheen, like a brand new skittle.
Bear screams:
- It turns out great! Substitute the second, quickly!
And Alyonka perkyly framed her second leg, and I instantly painted it from top to bottom twice.
Then Mishka says:
- Good people, how beautiful! Legs just like a real Indian! Paint it quickly!
- All? Paint everything? From head to toe?
Here Alyonka squealed with delight:
Come on, good people! Paint from head to toe! I'll be a real turkey.
Then Mishka leaned on the pump and began to pump it all the way to Ivanovo, and I began to pour paint on Alyonka. I painted her wonderfully: both the back, and the legs, and the arms, and the shoulders, and the belly, and the panties. And she became all brown, only her white hair sticks out.
I'm asking:
- Bear, what do you think, and dye your hair?
The bear answers:
- Well, of course! Paint quickly! Come on quickly!
And Alyonka hurries:
- Come on, come on! And hair come on! And ears!
I quickly finished painting it and say:
- Go, Alyonka, dry in the sun. Hey, what else to color?
- You see, our clothes are drying? Hurry up paint!
Well, I did it quickly! I finished two towels and Mishka's shirt in a minute so that it was a pleasure to look at!
And Mishka went right into the excitement, pumping the pump like clockwork. And just screams:
- Come on paint! Hurry come on! There's a new door on the front door, come on, come on, paint faster!
And I went to the door. Top down! Down up! Top down, sideways!
And then the door suddenly opened, and our house manager Alexei Akimych came out of it in a white suit.
He was downright dumbfounded. And me too. We were both spellbound. The main thing is that I water it and, out of fear, I can’t even guess to take the hose aside, but only swing it from top to bottom, from bottom to top. And his eyes widened, and it doesn’t occur to him to move even a step to the right or left ...
And Mishka shakes and know yourself getting on with his own:
- Come on, come on, hurry up!
And Alyonka dances from the side:
- I'm a turkey! I am a turkey!
... Yes, it was great for us then. Mishka washed clothes for two weeks. Alyonka was washed in seven waters with turpentine ...
Alexey Akimych was bought a new suit. And my mother did not want to let me into the yard at all. But I still went out, and aunts Sanya, Raechka and Nelly said:
- Grow up, Denis, hurry up, we will take you to our brigade. Be a painter!
And since then I've been trying to grow faster.
Attention! This is an introductory section of the book.
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Before you are all the books of Dragunsky - a list of the titles of his best works. But first, let's learn a little about the author himself. Viktor Yuzefovich Dragunsky was born in 1913 and became known in the USSR as a renowned writer and recognizable actor.
His most famous series of books is Deniska's Stories, which has been reprinted many times since its first publication half a century ago.
Dragunsky devoted all his youth to work in the theater and circus, and this work did not always bear fruit. The little-known actor could not get serious roles and tried to find a calling in related fields.
The first stories of the author saw the light in 1959, they became the basis for the future series. The name for the series was not chosen by chance - initially the writer wrote stories for his nine-year-old son Denis. The boy became the main character in his father's stories.
Starting in the 1960s, the stories became so popular that the publishing house couldn't even keep up with the volume. And the popularity of the protagonist Denis Korablev was transferred to films.
So, directly a list with descriptions of those same cult stories of Dragunsky.
- The Magical Power of Art (Compilation)
Deniska's stories: about how it really happened
For three generations now, Dragunsky's stories about the boy Denis Korablev have been admired. During the childhood of the character, life was completely different: the streets and cars, shops and apartments looked different. In this collection you can read not only the stories themselves, but also the explanations of the famous author's son, Denis Dragunsky. He shares openly what really happened to him, and what was his father's invention. Farther
Deniskin's stories (collection)
Deniska lives her Soviet life - she loves, forgives, makes friends, overcomes insults and deceptions. His life is incredible and filled with adventure. He has the closest friend Mishka, with whom Denis went to the masquerade; they play pranks together in class, go to the circus, and encounter unusual events.
Viktor Yuzefovich Dragunsky
Deniskin's stories
"He's alive and glowing..."
One evening I was sitting in the yard, near the sand, and waiting for my mother. She probably lingered at the institute, or at the store, or, perhaps, stood at the bus stop for a long time. Don't know. Only all the parents of our yard had already arrived, and all the guys went home with them and probably already drank tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there ...
And now the lights in the windows began to light up, and the radio began to play music, and dark clouds moved in the sky - they looked like bearded old men ...
And I wanted to eat, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and would not be late and would not made her sit on the sand and get bored.
And at that moment Mishka came out into the yard. He said:
Great!
And I said
Great!
Mishka sat down with me and picked up a dump truck.
Wow! Mishka said. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up the sand himself? Not by myself? Does he drop himself? Yes? And the pen? What is she for? Can it be rotated? Yes? BUT? Wow! Will you give it to me home?
I said:
No I will not give. Present. Dad gave before leaving.
The bear pouted and moved away from me. It got even darker outside.
I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother comes. But she didn't go. Apparently, I met Aunt Rosa, and they stand and talk and don’t even think about me. I lay down on the sand.
Mishka says:
Can't you give me a dump truck?
Get off, Mishka.
Then Mishka says:
I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for him!
I'm talking:
Compared Barbados with a dump truck ...
Well, do you want me to give you a swim ring?
I'm talking:
He's screwed on you.
You will glue it!
I even got angry.
Where to swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?
And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:
Well, it wasn't! Know my kindness! On the!
And he handed me a box of matches. I took it in my hands.
You open it, - said Mishka, - then you will see!
I opened the box and at first I didn’t see anything, and then I saw a small light green light, as if a tiny star was burning somewhere far, far away from me, and at the same time I myself was holding it in my hands now.
What is it, Mishka, - I said in a whisper, - what is it?
This is a firefly, - said Mishka. - What, good? He's alive, don't worry.
Bear, - I said, - take my dump truck, do you want it? Take forever, forever! And give me this star, I'll take it home ...
And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at it, looked and could not get enough of it: how green it is, as if in a fairy tale, and how close it is, in the palm of your hand, but it shines, as if from afar ... And I could not breathe evenly, and I could hear my heart beating, and my nose pricked a little, as if I wanted to cry.
And I sat like that for a long time, a very long time. And there was no one around. And I forgot about everyone in the world.
But then my mother came, and I was very happy, and we went home. And when they began to drink tea with bagels and cheese, my mother asked:
Well, how's your dump truck?
And I said:
I, my mother, changed it.
Mom said:
Interesting! And for what?
I replied:
To the firefly! Here he is in a box. Turn off the light!
And my mother turned off the light, and the room became dark, and the two of us began to look at the pale green star.
Then mom turned on the light.
Yes, she said, it's magic! But still, how did you decide to give such a valuable thing as a dump truck for this worm?
I've been waiting for you for so long, - I said, - and I was so bored, and this firefly, it turned out to be better than any dump truck in the world.
Mom looked at me intently and asked:
And why, what exactly is it better for?
I said:
How can you not understand?! After all, he is alive! And it glows!
Glory to Ivan Kozlovsky
I have only fives in the report card. Only a four in calligraphy. Because of the blot. I don't really know what to do! I always have blots coming off my pen. I already dip only the very tip of the pen into the ink, but the blots still come off. Just some miracles! Once I wrote a whole page cleanly, cleanly, it's expensive to look at - a real five-page page. In the morning I showed it to Raisa Ivanovna, and there, in the very middle of the blot! Where did she come from? She wasn't there yesterday! Maybe it leaked from some other page? Don't know…
And so I have one five. Only singing triple. This is how it happened. We had a singing lesson. At first, we all sang in unison, "There was a birch tree in the field." It turned out very beautifully, but Boris Sergeevich frowned all the time and shouted:
Pull the vowels, friends, pull the vowels!..
Then we began to draw vowels, but Boris Sergeevich clapped his hands and said:
A real cat concert! Let's deal with each one individually.
This means with each one separately.
And Boris Sergeevich called Mishka.
Mishka went up to the piano and whispered something to Boris Sergeevich.
Then Boris Sergeevich began to play, and Mishka sang softly:
Like thin ice
White snow fell...
Well, Mishka squeaked funny! This is how our kitten Murzik squeaks. Is that how they sing! Almost nothing is heard. I just couldn't help it and laughed.
Then Boris Sergeevich gave Mishka a five and looked at me.
He said:
Come on, guinea pig, come out!
I quickly ran to the piano.
Well, what are you going to do? Boris Sergeevich asked politely.
I said:
Song of the Civil War "Lead, Budyonny, bolder us into battle."
Boris Sergeevich shook his head and began to play, but I immediately stopped him:
Please play louder! - I said.
Boris Sergeevich said:
You will not be heard.
But I said
Will. And how!
Boris Sergeevich began to play, and I took in as much air as I could sing:
High in the clear sky
Curly scarlet banner ...
I really like this song.
So I see the blue-blue sky, it's hot, the horses are clattering with their hooves, they have beautiful purple eyes, and a scarlet banner curls in the sky.
Here I even closed my eyes in delight and shouted with all my might:
We ride horses there
Where is the enemy!
And in an intoxicating battle ...
I sang well, probably, it was even heard on the other street:
A swift avalanche! We rush forward!.. Hurrah!..
Reds always win! Retreat, enemies! Give!!!
I pressed my fists on my stomach, it came out even louder, and I almost burst:
We crashed into the Crimea!
Here I stopped because I was sweaty and my knees were trembling.
And although Boris Sergeevich played, he somehow leaned over the piano, and his shoulders were shaking too ...
I said:
Monstrous! - Boris Sergeevich praised.
Good song, right? I asked.
Good, - said Boris Sergeevich and covered his eyes with a handkerchief.
It's just a pity that you played very quietly, Boris Sergeevich, - I said, - it could have been even louder.
Okay, I'll take it into account, - said Boris Sergeevich, - Didn't you notice that I played one thing, and you sang a little differently!
No, I said, I didn't notice! Yes, it doesn't matter. I just needed to play louder.
Well, - said Boris Sergeevich, - since you haven't noticed anything, let's give you a three for now. For diligence.
How about three? I even rushed. How can this be? Three is too little! The bear sang softly and then got a five ... I said:
Boris Sergeevich, when I rest a little, I can do it even louder, don't think. I didn't have a good breakfast today. And then I can sing so that everyone's ears will be laid here. I know another song. When I sing it at home, all the neighbors come running, asking what happened.
What is this? asked Boris Sergeevich.
Compassionate, - I said and started:
I loved you…
More love maybe...
But Boris Sergeevich hastily said:
Well, well, well, we will discuss all this next time.
And then the phone rang.
Mom met me in the locker room. When we were about to leave, Boris Sergeevich approached us.
Well,” he said, smiling, “perhaps your boy will be Lobachevsky, perhaps Mendeleev. He can become Surikov or Koltsov, I won’t be surprised if he becomes known to the country, as Comrade Nikolai Mamai or some boxer is known, but I can absolutely assure you of one thing: he will not achieve the glory of Ivan Kozlovsky. Never!
Mom blushed terribly and said:
Well, we'll see that!