In one large house, a boy lived with the same parents, a very good and kind boy. He had many toys, he had beautiful books with bright pictures. He went to kindergarten. And the boy's name was Vitya. And everything would be fine with this boy. If ... But I will tell everything in order ...
One day Vitya came home from kindergarten very upset. He didn't play with his toys, he didn't look at his books. He approached his mother, hugged her and said quietly:
I probably won't go to kindergarten anymore. I'd rather be at home alone all day.
- Why so? Did something happen, Vitya? And why are you so upset? Did someone offend you?
- The boys are teasing. Vitya - Neumitya, Vitya - Neumitya ...
“Why are they teasing you?”
Because I can't draw. They can, but I can't. They are already drawing cars, houses, and airplanes. And I can't do anything. I'm probably not like that.
And Vitya sniffed offendedly.
- Why not like this? You are so! You are the same as everyone else. And for me you are the most good boy in the world. And we will learn to draw with you. So I'll finish cooking dinner, and we'll sit next to you and draw. Good?
- Not. I've tried a hundred times already. I must have fallen off a balcony as a child and hit my head. Hit very hard.
- Why do you think so? You didn't fall from any balcony. And who told you such nonsense?
- Dad said.
- Well, he was joking. And I will have a serious talk with him in the evening, whether he himself fell from somewhere in childhood.
In the evening, my mother took out pencils, paper, felt-tip pens.
- Look, Vitya, this is grass, these are trees, this is a house in the forest. Here is the sun, cloud. And these are birds flying across the sky.
- South. Come on, try it yourself.
No, I won't even try. I will never be able to do that. I'll just ruin everything.
And Vitya pushed the paper away.
- What do we do? The situation is really serious.
Mom removed the drawings, but then spoke conspiratorially:
I know what to do. Need to find magic shop and buy magic paints there.
“Is there a magic shop?”
- Of course it happens. Where do you think you can buy an invisibility hat or an airplane carpet? Of course, in the magic shop.
“Maybe it’s better for us to buy an invisibility cap right away?”
- Well, no, Vitya. I don't have enough money for a cap of invisibility. How much is she worth! But magic colors, I think, I can master it.
“When are you going to buy them for me?”
“As soon as I find out where the magic shop is in our city, I’ll buy it.
And then one day mom announced to Vita:
“I got real magic paints. I even had enough money for a small magic brush. Vitya, holding his breath, watched as his mother took out the treasured box from her bag. He, not believing in his happiness, accepted this box with trembling hands, pressed it to his chest and whispered:
Are they really magical?
- Of course. It is written on them: “Honey paints are FABULOUS”. And do you know who sold them to me? The real magician. In a big hat, pink gloves and a blue cloak.
Mom, can I open the box?
- Of course. Come on, let's see.
Victor opened the box. It had seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, white, blue and purple.
- So beautiful. Do you want, Vitya, we will check them right now?
– No, just not now. Then.
– And when then? When do we want to draw something wonderful? Anything out of the ordinary?
And Vitya put his magic paints on the shelf, where he kept the most expensive things - river pebbles, shells and broken soldiers.
And then one day... Vitya was sitting at home. Not because I was ill, it was just Sunday. Dad went to the garage, mom baked pies in the kitchen. And it was raining outside. But not just sad rain. A cheerful summer rain.
There was a wonderful large puddle under the window of Vitya's house. It was with her that the neighbor boys started fussing. They threw stones into the puddle and laughed. The rain drove the boys into the entrance, but they still jumped out into the rain and, having run to a puddle and throwing a stone at it, rushed like an arrow under the canopy of the front door.
Vitya went out onto the balcony to better see what was happening in the yard.
Here the rain is over. The sky cleared, and the dazzling sun flooded everything around with a joyful pure light.
Vitya looked after the flying cloud - at the lush green grass, at the swallows soaring high into the sky, at the boys by a large wonderful puddle in the yard. And my mother was busy in the kitchen over the pies. Yes, no, no, I looked at what Vitya was doing on the balcony. After all, still a child.
She put the pies in the oven. The dough today turned out to be airy, it even squeaked when she rolled it out.
- Mother! Mother! Rainbow! Run here quickly! Look what a rainbow!
Mom went out to Vita on the balcony and, together with him, froze in dumb amazement. A huge multi-colored rainbow ran across the sky from the forest to the river.
- What a miracle, Vitya! What a beauty! But she will fade soon. If only I could draw her! Where are our magic colors?
Mom brought paper, paints, a jar of water, laid it all out on a stool in front of Vitya. Vitya squatted down.
– Will I succeed?
- Get it. Draw. Start with red.
Vitya picked up a brush, dipped it in water, then in red paint, and drew a red arc-shaped strip through the sheet.
“Now take the orange paint.
- Like an orange?
- Like an orange.
And Vitya drew an orange arc next to him.
- And now?
And now it's yellow.
“Yellow like a chicken?”
“Yellow like a chicken.”
And on the paper lay the third, yellow stripe.
- The next one is green.
“Green like grass?”
“Green like grass.
- And now what?
“And now it’s blue.” But it's a pity we don't have blue. Okay, let's take the blue one.
The blue stripe lay next to the green one.
- Well, the last one is purple. Here, look, Vitya, what you got. Real rainbow. How alive. And you drew it yourself.
"Mom, what's going on here?" What do I mean now, I can draw myself? Can I do it myself?
- Of course you can. After all, you yourself drew a rainbow. So beautiful
- So, it means that now I can draw cars, and planes, and birds, and flowers?
“Of course you can. After all, you now have magic colors. You will succeed, Vitya.
- Will everything work out? How cool, mom!
Since then, Vitya has never returned from kindergarten upset.
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My name is Sophia, I am 8 years old, and I am a second grade student at the Verkhnemamonsky Lyceum in the Voronezh Region. I really like to draw and for the second year I have been going to art school in a drawing class. I am also fond of dancing. I have many friends and I love to play with them. We always come up with something interesting.
I like to make up all sorts of stories and often when I draw, I come up with a story for what I have depicted. And in the summer, my friends and I draw on the pavement with chalk. Sitting at the computer, I also like to color, more often I do it on special children's sites.
"Magic Colors"
Once upon a time there lived a magic artist, and he had magic brushes and paints. Everything that the artist painted came to life and gave beauty to nature. Once appeared evil wizard, who was annoyed by the beauty of nature, and decided to steal magic brushes and paints. And nature began to gradually fade and lose its bright colors. People became more sad and angry, all this made the evil wizard very happy.
In one country there lived a girl who was very fond of drawing and every day she drew on beautiful picture, and the surrounding forest with a river and a beautiful lake served as inspiration for her. And so this girl began to notice the withering of nature and decided to find out what was the matter. But no one could give her an answer to her question, and then she decided to go to the very depths of the forest, where the oldest woman they knew lived. She walked for a long time and finally came to the dugout in which this woman lived, it was said that she was already 300 years old.
This woman told her that there is such an artist in the world who gives colors to nature, but something must have happened to him, and therefore nature has lost its former beauty. She is already old and cannot check for herself what is the matter. The girl dared to offer to check for herself what was the matter. The old woman told her how to find the artist and gave her a magic bag of sand that helps you move wherever you want, you just have to say the name of the place, pour the sand into your palm and blow it off. The girl thanked her and went on her way.
The girl came out of the dugout, took out the magic sand and went to the artist's house. When she knocked on the door, an exhausted old man opened the door for her, she was surprised, because she thought that the artist was young. He told her a story about an evil wizard and said that he was alive and young only while he was painting, and now, probably, his life was not long.
The girl decided to help him, because she, like all people, needs nature and beauty. She went with the help of sand to the evil wizard. Having come to him, she decided to outwit him, because she could not get paints and brushes so easily. The evil wizard was also fond of drawing, and he stole paints with brushes out of envy that the artist did everything better than him.
The girl pretended to be a student and told him: "I heard that you are a wonderful artist, and I want to learn from you." The wizard was flattered and agreed. For several days, the girl tried to find out where the magician kept the stolen brushes and paints. She befriended his cat and one day, when the wizard was not at home, she asked the cat to help her find paints, as she needed a special color. The cat told her that this color is only in the paints that the wizard keeps in his room under the bed, he saw them there while catching mice. The girl found them and returned to the artist with the help of sand, but it was too late.
The artist did not paint for too long and therefore died. The girl cried for a long time, but then a fairy appeared and said that nature needs you and you must replace it. The girl began to paint with magical colors, and nature came to life. She returned home, but the evil wizard could not find her, since magic is powerless against children.
The work was sent by mom Bondareva Oksana Viktorovna
Once in a hundred years, on a night under New Year, the kindest of all the kindest old men, Santa Claus, brings seven magical colors. With these paints you can draw whatever you want, and the drawn will come to life.
If you want - draw a herd of cows and then graze them. If you want - draw a ship and sail on it. Or a starship and fly to the stars. And if you need to draw something simpler, like a chair, please. Draw and sit on it.
Santa Claus brings these colors to the kindest of all the kindest children. And this is understandable. If such paints fall into the hands of an evil boy or an evil girl, they can do a lot of trouble. They will add a second nose to a person, and the person will be two-nosed. They will draw horns for a dog, a mustache for a chicken, and a hump for a cat, and the dog will be horned, the chicken will be whiskered, and the cat will be humpbacked.
Therefore, Santa Claus chooses for a very long time which of the children to give magic colors.
The last time he gave them to a very kind boy. The kindest of the kindest.
The boy was very happy with the gift and immediately began to draw. He drew a warm scarf for his grandmother, an elegant dress for his mother, and a hunting rifle for his father. The boy drew eyes for a blind old man, and a big, big school for his comrades.
But no one could use the drawing. Grandmother's handkerchief looked like a washcloth, and the mother's dress was so crooked, colorful, and baggy that she didn't even want to try it on. The gun was no different from the club. The blind man's eyes looked like two blue blobs, and he could not see through them. And the school, which the boy painted very diligently, turned out to be so ugly that they were even afraid to come close to it.
Trees appeared on the street, similar to panicles. There were horses with wiry legs, cars with curved wheels, houses with falling walls and roofs on one side, fur coats and coats with one sleeve longer than the other ... There were thousands of things that could not be used. And people were horrified:
How could you do so much evil, the kindest of all the most good boys?!
And the boy cried. He so wanted to make people happy! .. But he did not know how to draw and only wasted paint in vain.
The boy cried so loudly that he was heard by the kindest of all the kindest old people - Santa Claus. Heard, and returned to him, and put a new box of paints in front of the boy:
Only this, my friend, simple paints. But they can also become magical if you really want to.
So said Santa Claus and left.
The boy thought. How to make simple colors become magical and so that they please people, and not bring them misfortune? The good boy took out a brush and began to draw.
He drew, without unbending, all day and all evening. He painted on the next, and on the third, and on the fourth day. I painted until I ran out of paint. Then he asked for new ones.
A year has passed… Two years have passed… Many, many years have passed. The boy became an adult, but still did not part with paints. His eyes became sharp-sighted, his hands skillful, and now in his drawings, instead of crooked houses with falling walls, tall, light buildings flaunted, and instead of dresses that looked like bags, bright, elegant clothes.
The boy did not notice how he became a real artist. He painted everything that was around, and that no one had ever seen before: planes that looked like huge arrows, and ships that looked like planes, air bridges and glass palaces.
People looked with surprise at his drawings, but no one was horrified. On the contrary, everyone rejoiced and admired.
What wonderful pictures! What magical colors! - they said, although the colors were the most ordinary.
The paintings were really so good that people wanted to bring them to life. And happy days came when what was drawn on paper began to turn into reality: glass palaces, air bridges, and winged ships ...
This is what happens in the white world. This happens not only with paints, but also with an ordinary ax or a sewing needle, and even with simple clay. So it is with everything touched by the hands of the greatest of the greatest wizards - the hands of a hardworking, persevering man.
Once in a hundred years, the kindest of all the kindest old men - Santa Claus - on New Year's Eve brings seven magical colors. With these paints you can draw whatever you want, and the drawn will come to life.
If you want - draw a herd of cows and then graze them. If you want - draw a ship and sail on it ... Or a starship - and fly to the stars. And if you need to draw something simpler, like a chair, please... Draw and sit on it. You can draw anything with magic paints, even soap, and it will lather. Therefore, Santa Claus brings magical colors to the kindest of all the kindest children.
And this is understandable ... If such paints fall into the hands of an evil boy or an evil girl, they can do a lot of trouble. It is worth, say, to add a second nose to a person with these paints, and he will be two-nosed. It is worth adding horns to a dog, a mustache to a chicken, and a hump to a cat, and the dog will be horned, the chicken mustachioed, and the cat will be humpbacked.
Therefore, Santa Claus checks the hearts of children for a very long time, and then chooses which of them to give magic paints.
For the last time, Santa Claus gave magic colors to one of the kindest of all the kindest boys.
The boy was very happy with the colors and immediately began to draw. Draw for others. Because he was the kindest of all the kindest boys. He drew a warm scarf for his grandmother, an elegant dress for his mother, and a new hunting rifle for his father. The boy drew eyes for a blind old man, and a big, big school for his comrades ...
He drew, without unbending, all day and all evening ... He drew on the next, and on the third, and on the fourth day ... He painted, wishing people well. I painted until I ran out of paint. But...
But no one could use the drawing. The handkerchief drawn by the grandmother looked like a washcloth, and the dress drawn by the mother turned out to be so crooked, colorful and baggy that she did not even want to try it on. The gun was no different from the club. The blind man's eyes looked like two blue blobs, and he could not see through them. And the school, which the boy painted very diligently, turned out to be so terrible that they were even afraid to come close to it. Falling walls. Roof on one side. Crooked windows. Slanting doors ... A monster, not a house. They did not want to take the ugly building even for a warehouse.
So trees appeared on the street, similar to old panicles. There were horses with wiry legs, cars with some strange circles instead of wheels, airplanes with heavy wings, electrical wires as thick as a log, fur coats and coats with one sleeve longer than the other ... Thus, thousands of things appeared that could not be used, and the people were horrified.
How could you do so much evil, the kindest of all the kindest boys?
And the boy cried. He so wanted to do happy people, but, not knowing how to draw, he wasted paint in vain.
The boy was crying so loudly and inconsolably that he was heard by the kindest of all the kindest old men - Santa Claus. Heard and returned to him. He returned and put paints in front of the boy.
Only this, my friend, simple colors... But they can become magical if you want it...
So said Santa Claus and left ...
A year has passed... Two years have passed... Many, many years have passed. The boy became a young man, then an adult, and then an old man ... He painted all his life simple paints. I painted at home. He painted people's faces. Clothes. Aircraft. Bridges. Railway stations. Palaces ... And the time has come, happy days have come, when what he drew on paper began to turn into life ...
There were many beautiful buildings built according to his drawings. Wonderful planes flew. Unknown bridges spread from coast to coast... And no one wanted to believe that all this was painted with simple paints. Everyone called them magic...
This happens in the wide world ... This happens not only with paints, but also with an ordinary ax or a sewing needle, and even with simple clay ... This happens with everything that the hands of the greatest magician of all the greatest magicians touch - hands of a hardworking, persistent person... ">