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Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky
The Adventures of Bibigon
Adventure one: Bibigon and Brundulyak
I live in a dacha in Peredelkino. It's not far from Moscow. A tiny midget lives with me, a boy the size of a finger, whose name is Bibigon. Where he came from, I don't know. He says he fell off the moon, but we don't really believe him. Both I and my granddaughters Tata and Lena all love him very much. And how, tell me, not to love him!
He is thin
Like a twig
He is small
Lilliputik.
Height, poor fellow, no higher
Here's a little mouse.
And everyone can crow
Jokingly destroy Bibigon.
And he, look, what a warrior:
Fearlessly and boldly rushes into battle.
With all enemies
He is ready to fight
And never
Nobody is afraid.
He is cheerful and agile
He is small, but daring,
Another such
I have not seen a century.
Look: he rides on a duck
With my young rooster racing.
And suddenly in front of him is his mad enemy,
Huge and formidable turkey Brundulyak.
The turkey snorted, he puffed terribly
And his nose turned red with rage.
And the turkey shouted: - Brunduly! Brundu!
Now I will ruin you, crush you!
And everyone seemed
What is this minute
fatal doom
Threatens the Lilliputian.
But he shouted to the turkey
On the run:
- I'll cut it off now
Your evil head!
And, waving his sword in battle,
He rushed at the turkey with an arrow.
And a miracle happened: a huge turkey,
Like a wet chicken, suddenly cringed
Moved back to the forest, caught on a stump
And fell headfirst into the ditch.
And they all shouted:
- Long live he,
Mighty and brave
Fighter Bibigon!
But only a few days passed, Brundulyak appeared in our yard again - puffed up, angry and angry. It was terrible to look at him. He is so big and strong. Will he kill Bibigon?
Seeing him, Bibigon quickly climbed onto my shoulder and said:
- Look out: there is a turkey
And looks furiously around.
But don't believe your eyes,
He is not an Indian. On the ground to us
He went down here secretly
And he pretended to be a turkey.
He evil sorcerer he is a wizard!
He can turn people
In mice, in frogs, in spiders,
And in lizards, and in worms!
“No,” I said. “He's not a sorcerer at all. He is the most ordinary turkey!
Bibigon shook his head.
No, he's a wizard! Like me
And he was born on the moon.
Yes, on the moon, and for many years
He roars after me.
And wants to turn me
In a bug or an ant.
But no, insidious Brundulyak!
You can't deal with me!
I am my valiant sword
All bewitched people
Save me from evil death
And I'll take your head off!
That's how kind and fearless he is - my little Bibigon!
Adventure two: Bibigon and galosh
Oh, if you knew what a tomboy and prankster he is!
I saw my galosh today
And dragged her straight to the stream.
And jumped into it, and sings:
"Go, my boat, go!"
And the hero did not notice
That the galosh was with a hole:
He just started on his way
As it began to sink.
He screams, and cries, and groans,
And the galosh keeps sinking and sinking.
Cold and pale
He lies at the bottom.
His cocked hat
Floating on the wave.
But who is that grunting there by the stream?
This is our favorite pig!
She grabbed the man
And she brought it to us on the porch.
And my granddaughters almost went crazy,
When the fugitive was seen in the distance:
- It's him, it's him
Kiss him and caress him
As if his own son,
And laid on the bed
They begin to sing to him:
"Bayushki-bye,
Sleep, sleep
And he, as if nothing had happened,
Suddenly he threw off his blanket
And, dashingly jumping on the chest of drawers,
end of introduction
The Adventures of Bibigon Chukovsky is one of his longest works. It tells about the adventures of a little fairy-tale creature, kind, but a little boastful. Chukovsky tells that he is in the country with his granddaughters and the tiny midget Bibigon lives with them...
Adventure one: Bibigon and Brundulyak
I live in a dacha in Peredelkino. It's not far from Moscow. A tiny midget lives with me, a boy the size of a finger, whose name is Bibigon. Where he came from, I don't know. He says he fell off the moon, but we don't really believe him. Both I and my granddaughters Tata and Lena all love him very much. And how, tell me, not to love him!
He is thin
Like a twig
He is small
Lilliputik.
Height, poor fellow, no higher
Here's a little mouse.
And everyone can crow
Jokingly destroy Bibigon.
And he, look, what a warrior:
Fearlessly and boldly rushes into battle.
With all enemies
He is ready to fight
And never
Nobody is afraid.
He is cheerful and agile
He is small, but daring,
Another such
I have not seen a century.
Look: he rides on a duck
With my young rooster racing.
And suddenly in front of him is his mad enemy,
Huge and formidable turkey Brundulyak.
The turkey snorted, he puffed terribly
And his nose turned red with rage.
And the turkey shouted: - Brunduly! Brundu!
Now I will ruin you, crush you!
And everyone seemed
What is this minute
fatal doom
Threatens the Lilliputian.
But he shouted to the turkey
On the run:
I'll cut it off now
Your evil head!
And, waving his sword in battle,
He rushed at the turkey with an arrow.
And a miracle happened: a huge turkey,
Like a wet chicken, suddenly cringed
Moved back to the forest, caught on a stump
And fell headfirst into the ditch.
And they all shouted:
Long live he
Mighty and brave
Fighter Bibigon!
But only a few days passed, Brundulyak appeared in our yard again - puffed up, angry and angry. It was terrible to look at him. He is so big and strong. Will he kill Bibigon? Seeing him, Bibigon quickly climbed onto my shoulder and said:
Look out: there is a turkey
And looks furiously around.
But don't believe your eyes,
He is not an Indian. On the ground to us
He went down here secretly
And he pretended to be a turkey.
He is an evil sorcerer, he is a sorcerer!
He can turn people
In mice, in frogs, in spiders,
And in lizards, and in worms!
No, - I said. - He is not a sorcerer at all. He is the most ordinary turkey!
Bibigon shook his head.
No, he's a wizard! Like me
And he was born on the moon.
Yes, on the moon, and for many years
He roars after me.
And wants to turn me
In a bug or an ant.
But no, insidious Brundulyak!
You can't deal with me!
I am my valiant sword
All bewitched people
Save me from evil death
And I'll take your head off!
That's how kind and fearless he is - my little Bibigon!
Adventure two: Bibigon and galosh
Oh, if you knew what a tomboy and prankster he is!
I saw my galosh today
And dragged her straight to the stream.
And jumped into it, and sings:
"Go, my boat, go!"
And the hero did not notice
That the galosh was with a hole:
He just started on his way
As it began to sink.
He screams, and cries, and groans,
And the galosh keeps sinking and sinking.
Cold and pale
He lies at the bottom.
His cocked hat
Floating on the wave.
But who is that grunting there by the stream?
This is our favorite pig!
She grabbed the man
And she brought it to us on the porch.
And my granddaughters almost went crazy,
When the fugitive was seen in the distance:
It's him, it's him
Kiss him and caress him
As if his own son,
And laid on the bed
They begin to sing to him:
"Bayushki-bye,
Sleep, sleep
Bibigon!"
And he, as if nothing had happened,
Suddenly he threw off his blanket
And, dashingly jumping on the chest of drawers,
Boastful song sings:
"I'm a famous captain,
And I'm not afraid of a hurricane!
Yesterday I was in Australia
And near Cape Barnaul
Killed fourteen sharks!"
Well, what can you do with such a braggart! I wanted to tell him that it was shameful to show off, but at the same moment he rushed off into the yard - to new adventures and pranks.
Adventure Three: Bibigon and the Spider
He won't sit still for a minute.
That will run after the rooster,
And sit on top of it.
That with the frogs in the garden
He plays leapfrog all day long.
It runs to the garden
Peas small narvet
And well, shoot surreptitiously
Into the biggest spider.
The spider was silent, the spider endured,
But finally pissed off
And right up to the ceiling
He dragged Bibigon away.
And with its web
So wrapped him up, villain,
That he hung on a thread
Like a fly, head down.
Screaming and tearing
And he beats in the web.
And straight into the bowl of milk
It flies out of there somersault.
Trouble! Trouble! There is no salvation!
He will die in his prime!
But here from a dark corner
The big toad crawled up
And gave him a paw,
As if to his brother.
And Bibigon laughed,
And at the same moment he sped away
In the neighboring yard to the hayloft
And danced there all evening
With some gray-haired rat
And a young sparrow.
And after dinner he left
Play football with mice
And, returning at dawn,
Fell asleep in a dog kennel.
Adventure Four: Bibigon and the Crow
Bibigon was very kind, as I already told you. He saw how an evil crow caught a little gosling and wanted to drag him to his nest. Bibigon grabbed a stone and threw it at the crow. The crow was frightened, threw the gosling and flew away. The gosling remained alive.
But it's been three days
And the crow came down
From above
And grabbed Bibigon
For pants.
He doesn't give up without a fight
And kicks and breaks
But from black
Raven
He won't leave
Will not be saved
And in the nest
Look what
Ugly and evil
eighteen crows,
Like dashing robbers,
They want to destroy him.
eighteen crows
They look at the unfortunate
They smirk, and themselves
Know that they are pummeling him with their noses!
And suddenly resounded
Shout:
And glad and happy Brundulyak:
Now, you stupid bully,
You will never be saved!
But at this very moment
Lena ran up to the threshold
And right into the hands of a midget
Someone threw a flower.
That is a lily!
Thanks Lena
For this marvelous parachute!
And straight to Lena on her knees
The midget jumped bravely.
But immediately he jumped off her knees and, as if nothing had happened, rushed off from the yard to his friends. And he has many friends everywhere - in the field, and in the swamp, and in the forest, and in the garden. Everyone loves the daredevil Bibigon: hedgehogs, rabbits, tits, frogs.
Yesterday two little squirrels
Played with him in the burner all day
And danced endlessly
At the name day at the starling.
And now he, as if in a tank,
Rushed around the yard in a tin
And rushed into an unequal battle
With my pockmarked chicken.
And what about Brundulyak? Brundulyak is up to no good. He stands over there, not far away, under a tree, and thinks how to destroy Bibigon. He must indeed be a sorcerer.
Yes! He is a sorcerer! He is a magician! - Bibigon says and points to shaggy dog running down the street at that moment:
Look out: Barbos is running.
Do you think it's a dog?
No, this is old Agathon,
Our village postman.
More recently, in every home
With a newspaper or with a letter
He came, but once
The sorcerer said: "Kara-baras."
And suddenly - about a miracle! - at the same moment
The old man became the watchdog.
Poor Agathon, I say with a sigh, I remember him well. He had such a big mustache! And Bibigon sits on my shoulder and points to the neighboring dacha:
Look, Fedot is standing
And the toad drives from the gate,
Meanwhile, in the spring
She was his wife.
But why aren't you afraid of the villain? - my granddaughter asks Bibigon. - After all, he can bewitch you too. - That's why I'm not afraid that I'm brave! - Bibigon answers and laughs. - No sorcerers are afraid of the brave!
Adventure Five: Bibigon and the Bee
Of course, I don't like it. I can't stand boasters. But how can I explain to him that boasting is shameful? However, the other day an event happened that should teach the braggart a lesson:
Bibigon sat on my table,
And he boasted of strength and courage:
Well, do I
Fear the animals!
I am every beast
Stronger and braver!
Trembling before me
Clubfoot bear.
Where is the bear
Defeat me!
Not yet born
Such a crocodile
Which would be in battle
Defeated me!
With this hand
to the ferocious lion
shaggy head
I will tear!
But here came
Furry bee...
Save me! he cried.
Trouble! Guard!-
Like a fierce wolf
Into the inkwell
All dived head first.
Thank you, old woman Fedosya
Grabbed him by the hair.
There would be a poor fellow kaput -
Farewell forever midget!
But if you knew
What an ugly
Trembling and wet
And miserable and dirty
Disheveled, barely alive
He then appeared before me!
We got him
And run to the apartment
To the very old man Moidodyr.
The whole day Moidodyr cleaned and washed it,
But he did not wash away, did not wash away this black ink!
However, my granddaughters do not grieve,
Bibigon, as before, is kissed.
Well, they say, nothing!
We love black too!
And it's probably more valuable to us.
Now that he's black
The sweet Negro is similar.
Yes, and he does not lose heart,
Runs out onto the porch
And interprets the kids
What walks in the yard:
I wandered around the Caucasus
Swimming in the Black Sea
The Black Sea is black,
Everything is full of ink!
I bathed - and at once
He became like coal, Black Sea,
So even on the moon
They envied me.
Why are you talking about the Moon, Bibigon? - my granddaughters asked him. Because the moon is my home. Granddaughters laughed: - What nonsense! He looked at them and proudly said:
Yes, I was born on the moon
I fell here in my dream.
They call me at home
Count Bibigon de Lilliput.
Oh if I could come back
To my native land!
And why do you want to fly to the moon? - Tata and Lena asked him. He was silent for a long time, and then pointed to the moon and sighed:
There, on the moon, my sister!
She is beautiful and kind.
What happiness was to me
Play with her on the moon!
She has a wonderful garden there.
Where the stars are like grapes
They hang in such clusters,
What involuntarily on the go
No, no, yes, and you will pluck a star.
Oh, if I could hurry
To heaven to return to her,
And with her along the Milky Way,
As if across the field, go.
And take a walk in her garden
Breaking the stars on the go
And, hand in hand, together,
Fly to Earth, to this house,
To you, in Peredelkino, here,
And stay here forever!
Is this really true? - I exclaimed. - Do you really have a sister left on the Moon? He sighed even more sadly and said softly:
My dear Zincinela
Sits and cries on the moon.
For a long time she wanted
Come to Earth to me.
But it is guarded by a terrible
And a hideous dragon
And the captives of their unfortunate
He won't let go to the ground.
But the hour will come: with a bold hand
I'll blow the enemy's head off!
My dear Cincinela
I will save you from the monster.
Adventure Six: Wonderful Flight
Frankly, I did not believe him and even laughed at him. But several days passed, and recently, on the seventh of June, such an event happened to Bibigon:
Sat Bibigon
Under the big burdock
And argue about something
With my rooster.
Suddenly
flew in
Dragonfly in our garden
And instantly got caught
To his eyes.
And he shouted: - This is my plane!
Now I'm going on a big flight.
From Africa
I will fly to Paraguay
Then I will visit my beloved Moon.
I'll bring you! -
And he saddled a dragonfly on the fly!
Look! Look!
He flies over the tree
And cheerfully waves his cocked hat!
Farewell, he cries.
In open combat
I am an evil dragon
Like a fly, I'll kill you!
And we shouted:
Where are you going? Wait!-
But we only echo
Answered "oh!"
And no Bibigon!
He's gone, he's gone!
As if melted
In the middle of blue skies!
And his house remains empty -
Toy house, so cozy -
Which with their own hands
We made it ourselves:
With a toy bathtub, with a cardboard plate...
Will it be empty forever?
Now in this house there is an Aglaya doll,
But the Aglaya doll is not alive!
She is not alive, her heart does not beat,
She doesn't sing, she doesn't play pranks, she doesn't laugh!
And our Bibigul, even though he is mischievous,
But he is a little man, he is alive, alive.
And inconsolable granddaughters look into the sky,
And, after a tear, shedding a tear,
Everyone is waiting to see if there, near the clouds,
A dragonfly flying towards them.
And the moon rose above the lilac bushes,
And Tata sadly whispered to Elena:
Look, is it imagining me?
It's like he's on the moon!
He's on the moon! He returned there
And with our Earth forever said goodbye!
And for a long time the poor things stand at the porch
And look, and look through binoculars,
And their tears roll endlessly,
Their binoculars got wet from tears.
Suddenly they see
striped
Kibitochka
Horned in a wagon
The snail is sitting.
They carry her nimble
baleen beetles
And black-black
Night moths.
Green grasshoppers
Follow her in line
And in gilded pipes
They trumpet incessantly.
The wagon rolls, rolls,
And right on the porch
funny snail
Drops a letter.
In anxiety and sadness
When they read
Forgotten all sorrows
And they started laughing.
Only four lines
On a lime leaf
Bibigon writes to us:
"Yesterday behind the black cloud
By my mighty hand
Struck and defeated
Dragon Karakakon!
Celebrate victory
I will come to you on Wednesday.
Accept my bow!
Your faithful BIBIGON".
And happy granddaughters:
We will be again
Wash him, dress him, pamper him!
He is alive and well
He'll be back here
And we will never part with him!
We are happy to welcome our guest!
And wash and clean the toy house.
In a toy house - peace and comfort.
How fun a midget will live here.
Old woman Fedosya made of white flour
He, Bibigon, bakes pies.
And Tata and Lena took up the needle
And they sewed a new cocked hat for him.
He would rather come back
Our little Bibigon!
From their multi-colored shreds,
Orange, blue and red
They sewed a lot of updates for him -
Elegant vests, beautiful pants,
Cloaks and satin camisoles!
Oh, if only Bibigon would come back here!
What a dandy he will dress up!
But he didn't come back
And no Bibigon!
May be,
Was it swallowed by a crow?
Or maybe he
Choked in the water
In some lake
Or a pond?
Maybe for a tree
He got hooked
Fell from an airplane
And crashed to death?
But here one time
We're standing in the rain
And we are waiting for Bibigon,
And we are waiting for him, we are waiting ...
Look, he's on a dandelion
Like on a small sofa
collapsed and sits
And with some stranger
Long-legged insects
Talking.
My granddaughters squealed with joy
And they ran to him:
Where have you been, gone?
Who did you fight along the way?
Tell me why are you like this
Pale, tired, skinny?
Maybe you are unwell?
Should I call the doctors to you? -
And for a long time they kissed him,
Caressed him, warmed him,
And then they whispered timidly:
But where is your Cincinela?
My Tsintsinela! - said Bibigon,
And, sighing heavily, he frowned.
She came with me today
But she hid, poor thing, in the thicket of the forest,
And she would be glad to meet you,
Yes, she is afraid of the evil sorcerer:
Cruel and treacherous gray-haired sorcerer,
And he prepares bitter grief for her.
But no, witchcraft will not help him.
I, like a thunderstorm, will fall on him,
And over his evil head
My battle sword will shine again!
And again Bibigon smiled tiredly...
But lightning suddenly shone in the clouds.
Rather go home!
We're running in the rain
And Bibigon
We carry with us!
Well, here we are at home!
Both honey and tea
Weary traveler
We are serving!
And he laughed:
What came back to you:
Dear your family
I love like my own.
But now I'm dead tired
I fought with a fierce enemy,
And I would like a little
Relax by the window.
He is very angry and strong
That damned dragon!
And, falling into a chair,
He yawned sweetly
And fell asleep.
Quiet! Let him sleep!
We don't want to wake him up!
About all your exploits to us
Tomorrow he will tell.
Adventure Seven: Bibigon's Great Victory
The next day Bibigon brought Tsintsinela to us. Tsintsinela, a tiny girl resembling a pink doll, affably said hello to us and, grabbing Bibigon by the hand, jumped out of the window straight into the garden. Such a brave, brave girl! She liked everything in the garden - flowers, butterflies, squirrels, starlings, fir cones, and even fast funny tadpoles that frolic so merrily in a warm puddle. Bibigon did not leave his sister a single step. All day long they ran around the garden, and sang songs, and laughed loudly. But suddenly Tsintsinela screamed - and all in tears she ran to me: she saw in the distance, by the fence, her enemy Brundulyak.
How terrible he is!” she repeated. “What terrible eyes he has! Save me, save me from him! He wants to kill me! "Don't cry, Tsincinela," Bibigon said. "I won't let anyone hurt you." Today I will deal with the villain! And Bibigon began to sharpen his saber, then loaded his pistols, jumped on the duckling and sang:
Yes, for my beloved sister
I will die with pleasure!
And now he's on the attack
Towards the evil Brundulyak:
Die, damned sorcerer,
From my valiant sword!
But Brundulyak laughed
And he says to the hero:
Ooh, beware
Dear knight,
Don't turn right now
Into a bug, or into a worm,
Or a dung beetle!
After all, nobody cares
When I start to conjure!
And he puffed up like a balloon
And puffed like a samovar.
And ten times, and twenty times
He said: "Kara-baras!"
But, not turned into a worm,
Stands, as before, Bibigon.
And Brundulyak was furious:
So wait, you daredevil!
And again, and again, and again
He repeats the magic word, -
Fifty and sixty
And eighty times in a row.
And two hundred times, and three hundred times
He says: "Kara-baras!"
But Bibigon stands before him,
As before - safe and sound.
Brundulyak saw that he could not bewitch the daredevil, blinked his cowardly little eyes, trembled, murmured and whimpered:
Don't ruin me!
Don't cut me!
Let me go!
And forgive me!
But Bibigon laughed
Have mercy on you
Hateful, no!
Now in front of me
And you whine, and you whine,
And tomorrow me
You will turn into a worm!
And he plunged a sharp sword into him,
And struck him in the heart.
And the turkey collapsed. And from the fat body
The head flew off into the distant weeds.
And the body rolled into a dark ravine,
And the villain Brundulyak perished forever.
And everyone laughed, sang, rejoiced. And everyone ran to my balcony: both boys and girls, and old men and old women, and they all shouted loudly:
Long live the fearless hero Bibigon! Glory to him and his dear sister Cincinele!
And now, like a king, majestically
He comes out to them on the balcony,
Nodding them left and right
And he smiles at everyone.
Green silk camisole
Sheathed in silver,
He has a cocked hat in his hand
With a wonderful peacock feather.
And, with a scarlet sparkling outfit,
Sweet, cheerful and kind, -
Standing smiling next to
His young sister.
Tsintsinela settled with us, together with her brother, in a toy house, and, of course, we will all try to make her live well and freely. I bought for both of them, for Bibigon and his sister, wonderful picture books, and when it rains or snows, they both read them all day long, running quickly over each page - from one letter to the letter, from one line to the line. And when it comes New Year, I will carefully hide my tiny friends in the pocket of my warm fur coat, and we will go to the Kremlin for the Christmas tree. And I imagine how glad and happy the children will be when they see with their own eyes the living Bibigon and his cheerful, well-dressed sister, his sword, his three-cornered hat, and hear his fervent speech.
Adventure one: Bibigon and Brundulyak
I live in a dacha in Peredelkino. It's not far from Moscow. A tiny midget lives with me, a boy the size of a finger, whose name is Bibigon. Where he came from, I don't know. He says he fell off the moon, but we don't really believe him. Both I and my granddaughters Tata and Lena all love him very much. And how, tell me, not to love him!
He is thin
Like a twig
He is small
Lilliputik.
Height, poor fellow, no higher
Here's a little mouse.
And everyone can crow
Jokingly destroy Bibigon.
And he, look, what a warrior:
Fearlessly and boldly rushes into battle.
With all enemies
He is ready to fight
And never
Nobody is afraid.
He is cheerful and agile
He is small, but daring,
Another such
I have not seen a century.
Look: he rides on a duck
With my young rooster racing.
And suddenly in front of him is his mad enemy,
Huge and formidable turkey Brundulyak.
The turkey snorted, he puffed terribly
And his nose turned red with rage.
And the turkey shouted: - Brunduly! Brundu!
Now I will ruin you, crush you!
And everyone seemed
What is this minute
fatal doom
Threatens the Lilliputian.
But he shouted to the turkey
On the run:
I'll cut it off now
Your evil head!
And, waving his sword in battle,
He rushed at the turkey with an arrow.
And a miracle happened: a huge turkey,
Like a wet chicken, suddenly cringed
Moved back to the forest, caught on a stump
And fell headfirst into the ditch.
And they all shouted:
Long live he
Mighty and brave
Fighter Bibigon!
But only a few days passed, Brundulyak appeared in our yard again - puffed up, angry and angry. It was terrible to look at him. He is so big and strong. Will he kill Bibigon?
Seeing him, Bibigon quickly climbed onto my shoulder and said:
Look out: there is a turkey
And looks furiously around.
But don't believe your eyes,
He is not an Indian. On the ground to us
He went down here secretly
And he pretended to be a turkey.
He is an evil sorcerer, he is a sorcerer!
He can turn people
In mice, in frogs, in spiders,
And in lizards, and in worms!
No, - I said. - He is not a sorcerer at all. He is the most ordinary turkey!
Bibigon shook his head.
No, he's a wizard! Like me
And he was born on the moon.
Yes, on the moon, and for many years
He roars after me.
And wants to turn me
In a bug or an ant.
But no, insidious Brundulyak!
You can't deal with me!
I am my valiant sword
All bewitched people
Save me from evil death
And I'll take your head off!
That's how kind and fearless he is - my little Bibigon!
Adventure two: Bibigon and galosh
Oh, if you knew what a tomboy and prankster he is!
I saw my galosh today
And dragged her straight to the stream.
And jumped into it, and sings:
"Go, my boat, go!"
And the hero did not notice
That the galosh was with a hole:
He just started on his way
As it began to sink.
He screams, and cries, and groans,
And the galosh keeps sinking and sinking.
Cold and pale
He lies at the bottom.
His cocked hat
Floating on the wave.
But who is that grunting there by the stream?
This is our favorite pig!
She grabbed the man
And she brought it to us on the porch.
And my granddaughters almost went crazy,
When the fugitive was seen in the distance:
It's him, it's him
Kiss him and caress him
Immediately after the publication of the first excerpts in the Murzilka magazine in November 1945-August 1946, Chukovsky's fairy tale gained popularity among readers: children's letters came in bags to the editorial office of the All-Union Radio, which broadcast the author's reading of the poem. However, in the future, the fate of this text was not at all cloudless.
The history of the creation and publication of "Bibigon" is an interesting example of how post-war hopes for changes in society and culture were translated into certain plots and art forms and how then these plots and forms were supplanted by public criticism and bans on publications. In the era of the thaw, after a long break, "Bibigon" again became available to readers. Since then he has lived full life in Soviet and post-Soviet literature. In the period from 2000 to 2010, the fairy tale was reprinted several times a year, in honor of the protagonist of the poem they named children's TV channel, in 2009-2010 Bibigon became one of the hosts of the program " Goodnight, kids! However, already in the second half of the 1950s, the atmosphere and circumstances of the first appearance of Bibigon were erased from the reader's memory. Let us restore them here in order to better understand this largely enigmatic poem by Chukovsky.
Why is there not a word about war in "Bibigon"
Cover of the book "The Adventures of Bibigon". Artist May Miturich. 1963Chukovsky began writing Bibigon in July 1945. Biographers and critics have repeatedly noted that in the text there is not a word about the past war - and this deliberate silence, of course, was part of Chukovsky's plan from the very beginning. He already tried to write about the war in the genre of a children's fairy tale: in the military poem, little known today, “Let's defeat Barmaley!” (1942) allegorically depicted the battle of animals led by Vanya Vasilchikov with the villain Barmaley, and in the finale the defeated villain was shot according to a "general verdict". In early 1944, party critics branded this tale as "vulgar and harmful concoction" and declared it "politically dangerous" - for transferring human conflicts into animal world. A peddling article appeared in Pravda and stigmatized Chukovsky as an "anti-people" poet. But the decision not to write more about the war for children was not caused by the attacks of critics - behind it was an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat Soviet children's literature could give to young readers who had just survived the war.
Chukovsky called "Bibigon" "the last fairy tale of his life", as if he knew for sure that he would never again turn to the genre that made him famous as a children's poet. He wanted to complete his path as a poet-storyteller with a work that readers would love and remember: he edited and rewrote many times finished text, adding or, on the contrary, shortening episodes, inserting new characters, and sometimes entire chapters, as if trying to find the ideal form for the realization of his plan. What was it?
The first thing a reader of any age pays attention to is the combination of poetry and prose in the text, which means different intonations and rates of speech. But even in the poetic fragments of "Bibigon" the sizes and rhythms of the verse are very diverse: here there are cunning alternations of three-syllables, and a four-foot iambic with solid masculine endings, and a trochee, as in counts. The intonation of the text ranges from high pathos in the spirit of "Mtsyra" to counting or extremely short prose phrases that stop Bibigon's flights of fantasy and his sudden movements in space.
Publishing house "Soviet Russia" In "Bibigon", as in the earlier "Moydodyr", "Fly-Tsokotukha" and "Fedor-rhy-nim mountain", the fairy tale is tightly inscribed in everyday life, only here - for the first time in Chukovsky's work - the environment becomes extremely concrete and autobiographical. The action takes place not just in a village or a country house, but at the poet's dacha in the famous writer's village of Peredelkino. Not just children play with Bibigon, but grandchildren and granddaughters of Chukovsky, and other inhabitants of the house act as other characters: a cat, a dog, the housekeeper Fedosya Ivanovna ... But the main thing is the narrator himself, Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky, writes poems about Bibigon , inventing his story, and at the same time is a character in this story, an interlocutor and neighbor of a wonderful little man.
In the summer of 1945, Chukovsky decided that such a hero with unbridled imagination should be given to children who suffered during the war, who - there was no doubt - after the Victory were unlikely to expect social and material well-being.
How Munchausen turned into Bibigon
Illustration by May Miturich for "The Adventures of Bibigon". 1963 Publishing house "Soviet Russia" The literary genealogy of Bibigon emerges quite clearly: the visionary and braggart, constantly getting into trouble, visited the Moon (and was even born on it), proudly declares his noble origin("Count Bibigon de Lilliput"), wears a camisole and a cocked hat with a feather ... All these features are strikingly reminiscent of Baron Munchausen - the hero, whose adventures Chukovsky told in 1923 in an adaptation from the English book by Rudolf Erich Raspe, and then, in 1928 -m, in the processing of the book by Gottfried August Burger, who created another version of Munchausen's stories on the basis of Raspe's book.
In the 1920s and 30s, Munchausen was an expensive and important character for Chukovsky: in oral speeches and in critical articles the poet persistently argued how important fantasy is for the emerging child psychology and worldview, how it develops critical thinking, a sense of humor and syllable. It is no coincidence that Chukovsky invariably included the article “A Conversation about Munchausen” written in 1929 in all subsequent reprints of his book “From Two to Five”. In order to make the parallel between Bibigon and Munchausen already completely transparent, Chukovsky defiantly puts an inquisitive midget on his desk, where "among books and newspapers" he will read The Adventures of Baron Munchausen.
However, Bibigon has many features that indicate its significant difference from the prototype. In "The Adventures of Munchausen" Baron - main character and the only narrator. Neither Raspe nor Burger have the right to vote and the pen entrusted to anyone else, which means that no one limits the flight of Munchausen's imagination. In a 1929 article, Chukovsky noted that Munchausen's stories are arranged in such a way that the assessment of their plausibility and artistic skill is within the competence of the reader and is based on full confidence in his sanity.
Bibigon is depicted differently. He rarely speaks himself, is mostly described by a narrator-poet, and, unlike the clever Munchausen, cannot independently get out of the troubles that he constantly gets into in the redistribution of the Kinsky country yard. If Munchausen always remains safe and sound, then Bibigon constantly experiences major shocks: he drowns at least four times, after a battle with a dragon he is bedridden for a whole month and almost dies from wounds. In one of the early editions of the tale..
Illustration by May Miturich for "The Adventures of Bibigon". 1963 Publishing house "Soviet Russia" The world of Munchausen is a forest full of dangers and a high road. Bibigon only occasionally leaves the dacha yard. From shreds of fabric and scraps of boo-ma-gi, they sewed clothes for him, built a cozy Dollhouse, his food is not more than a pea, but he drinks from a thimble ... The Munchausen scale is reduced to microscopic sizes, and Big world adventurous romance compressed to a suburban area. Bibigon is Munchausen domesticated and tamed, in the literal sense of the word, since it fits in the palm of your hand.
The narrator repeatedly reproaches Bibigon for boasting and narcissism, and even in one of the first chapters he seriously invites his readers to take away the unbearable midget from him. It turns out that Chukovsky, the character from whom we learn about the adventures of Bibigon, performs the function of a sane adult in the fairy tale, who delicately and instructively limits children's fantasies.
Illustration by May Miturich for "The Adventures of Bibigon". 1963 Publishing house "Soviet Russia" Probably, the image of Munchausen underwent all these transformations for two reasons. Domesticating it, describing his country house and himself, Chukovsky developed the myth he himself created about grandfather Korney, a poet-patriarch leading an idyllic (but in fact, of course, very difficult) life in Pe-re-del-kino. In the 1940s, Chukovsky tried to experiment with the paradoxical genre of fairy tales - evidence "from the first person". In 1944, in Al-ma-Ata, the animator Mikhail Tsekhanovsky filmed Chukovsky's fairy tale " Telephone": in that animated film combined filmed image of Chukovsky, who reads the text, as if playing out the events that really happened to him, and cartoon images of animals. The world of "Bibi-gon" is built on a similar principle.
However, there was another reason. Mindful of the harsh criticism that both the Russian adaptations of Raspe and Burger and his own fairy tale poems were subjected to in their time, Chukovsky wanted to build a strong line of defense against didactic educators: a hero like Munchausen could no longer get into tale - ke complete freedom of action, he needed adult guides and intermediaries.
Fantasy rehab
Illustration by May Miturich for "The Adventures of Bibigon". 1963 Publishing house "Soviet Russia" "The Adventures of Bibigon" could successfully become a fairy tale about how a boy-with-a-finger who came from nowhere was re-educated in the house of a Soviet writer and successfully socialized in the Soviet Union. In the first chapters, it seems that Chukovsky is leading his narrative precisely to such an ending, tested many times in Soviet literature. “Of course, I laughed:“ What nonsense! ”- the narrator reports about his reaction to the incredible stories of Bibigon. But gradually pity is mixed with mistrust (“He is thin / Like a twig / He is small / Liliputik”) and even admiration for Bibigon’s courage, and the old poet begins to love Bibigon, respect him and sympathize with him because of separation from his sister Cincinella .
From episode to episode it becomes clearer that boasting and restlessness are the reverse sides of Bibigon's courage. And his main story - about the Moon and Cincinella imprisoned there, the insidious dragon, the evil wizard Brundu-lake, hiding under the guise of a turkey - turns out to be true. In the edition of the fairy tale of 1956, all the inhabitants of Peredelkino see after the death of Brundu-la-ca, how the spell falls off not only from Cincinella's mouse, but also from other people whom the turkey once turned into animals: Chukovsky did not spare colors for obvious political parallel with the process of rehabilitation and release of prisoners that began after the death of Stalin.
So the narrator (who is also a skeptical grandfather-poet) goes from distrust to the acceptance and approval of fantasy as the most important property of the human personality. He justifies and substantiates it with nothing more than courage, because it was courage and selflessness that began to be interpreted by the end of the war as the main virtues Soviet people. Hundreds and thousands of pages of pedagogical periodicals, psychology textbooks (revived within the framework of curricula just in the middle of the war) and art books were devoted to the education of courage.
The Soviet ideological conjuncture of 1945 provided Chukovsky with a very convenient tool for regaining the rights that she had lost in previous decades. However, the ideological shifts that took place as early as 1946 became, in turn, the reason for the defeat of Chukovsky in his battle with opponents of fantasy.
Illustration by May Miturich for "The Adventures of Bibigon". 1963 Publishing house "Soviet Russia" In July 1946, the Komsomol Central Committee launched a campaign to introduce an "educational" principle into children's literature. Chukovsky is called in for a face-to-face analysis of Bibigon, which Komsomol officials did not like. Veniamin Kaverin went to defend him. A few days later, the first secretary of the Komsomol Central Committee, Nikolai Mikhailov, issued a verdict: from the very beginning, the poem deserved the sharpest criticism, but none of the writers decided on it, apparently due to friendly relations with Chukovsky.
The famous resolution of the Central Committee of the All-Union Communist Party of Bolsheviks “On the magazines Zvezda and Leningrad” This resolution was adopted on August 14, 1946. It condemned the activities of magazines for publishing "slanderous" and "slanderous" works by Mikhail Zoshchenko and Anna Akhmatova. As a result, Akhmatova and Zoshchenko were expelled from the Union of Writers, and their works began to be withdrawn from bookselling networks and libraries, the Leningrad magazine was closed, and the management of the Zvezda magazine changed. The main result of the decree was the strengthening of party control over all types of art and a series of ideological campaigns to destroy authors and trends that aroused even the slightest suspicion of being associated with modernism or Western culture. aggravated the situation. On August 29, Pravda published an article by journalist Sergei Krushinsky “Serious Shortcomings of Children's Magazines”, where “The Adventures of Bibigon” was criticized for being primitive, and the editors of the Murzilka magazine that printed the poem were criticized for being illegible. This article meant a ban on the continuation of publication in Murzilka and the impossibility of any other edition of Bibigon.
By this time, a significant part of the poem had been published in Murzilka - however, without the finale, which tells about Bibigon's victory and fantasy (Chukovsky called this part of the tale the best). The author's performance of "Bibi-gon" was recorded on the radio, and throughout the first half of 1946, Chukovsky collected children's responses: letters, drawings, crafts, gifts - in order to arrange an exhibition at the Polytechnic Museum.
Krushinsky's article meant the collapse of all these undertakings. Chukovsky himself perceived what happened as a personal, biographical disaster: “In essence, I spent my whole life behind paper - and the only spiritual rest I had was children. Now they defame me in front of the children ... "And he was right:" Bibigon ", reprints and other of his children's works stopped for a long time.
Chukovsky was also concerned that his readers did not know the end of the story of the brave midget:
““Bibigon” was cut off at the most interesting place ... The main thing is that as long as evil triumphs, the fairy tale is printed. But where the denouement begins, it was not given to the children, it was hidden, the children were deprived of that moral satisfaction that the victory of good over evil gives them.
"The Adventures of Bibigon" had to wait for publication for more than ten years: the tale was published in 1956 as part of the book "Wonder Tree". And in the 60s, when fantasy and romantic impulse were again held in high esteem, the poem held three individual publications. On the whole, however, post-war Soviet literature does not seem to have found the key to this last Chukovsky tale.
Adventure one: Bibigon and Brundulyak
I live in a dacha in Peredelkino. It's not far from Moscow. A tiny midget lives with me, a boy the size of a finger, whose name is Bibigon. Where he came from, I don't know. He says he fell off the moon. Both I and my granddaughters Tata and Lena - we all love him very much. And how, tell me, not to love him!
He is thin
Like a twig
He is small
Lilliputik.
Height, poor fellow, no higher
Here's a little mouse.
And everyone can crow
Jokingly destroy Bibigon.
And he, look, what a warrior:
Fearlessly and boldly rushes into battle.
With everyone, with everyone
He is ready to fight
And never
no one
Not afraid.
He is cheerful and agile
He is small, but daring,
Another
Such
I have not seen a century.
Look: he rides on a duck
With my young rooster racing.
And suddenly in front of him is his mad enemy,
Huge and formidable turkey Brundulyak.
And the turkey shouted: - Brunduly! Brundu!
Now I will ruin you, crush you!
And everyone seemed
What is this minute
fatal doom
Threatens the Lilliputian.
But he shouted to the turkey
On the run:
- I'll cut it off now
Your evil head!
And, waving his sword in battle,
He rushed at the turkey with an arrow.
And a miracle happened: a huge turkey,
Like a wet chicken, suddenly cringed
Walked back to the forest
Caught on a stump
And upside down
Fell into a ditch.
And they all shouted:
- Long live he,
Mighty and brave
Fighter Bibigon!
But only a few days passed, and Brundulyak appeared again in our yard - puffed up, angry and angry. It was terrible to look at him. He is so big and strong. Will he kill Bibigon?
Seeing him, Bibigon quickly climbed onto my shoulder and said:
- Look out: there is a turkey
And looks furiously around.
But don't believe your eyes,
He is not an Indian. On the ground to us
He went down here secretly
And he pretended to be a turkey.
He is an evil sorcerer, he is a sorcerer!
He can turn people
In mice, in frogs, in spiders,
And in lizards, and in worms!
“No,” I said. He's not a wizard at all. He is the most ordinary turkey!
Bibigon shook his head.
No, he's a wizard! Like me
And he was born on the moon.
Yes, on the moon, and for many years
He roars after me.
And wants to turn me
In a bug or an ant.
But no, insidious Brundulyak!
You can't deal with me!
I am my valiant sword
All bewitched people
Save me from evil death
And I'll take your head off!
That's how kind and fearless he is - my little Bibigon!
Adventure two: Bibigon and galosh
Oh, if only you knew what a tomboy and prankster he is!
I saw my galosh today
And dragged her straight to the stream.
And jumped into it, and sings:
"Go, my boat, go!"
And the hero did not notice
That the galosh was with a hole:
He just started on his way
As it began to sink.
He screams, and cries, and groans,
And the galosh keeps sinking and sinking.
Cold and pale
He lies at the bottom.
His cocked hat
Floating on the wave.
But who is that grunting there by the stream?
This is our favorite pig!
She grabbed the man
And she brought it to us on the porch.
And my granddaughters almost went crazy,
When the fugitive was seen in the distance:
- It's him, it's him
Bibigon!
Kiss him and caress him
As if his own son,
And laid on the bed
They begin to sing to him:
"Bayushki-bye,
Bibigon!
Sleep, sleep
Bibigon!
And he's like nothing happened
Suddenly he threw off his blanket
And, dashingly jumping on the chest of drawers,
Boastful song sings:
"I'm a famous captain,
And I'm not afraid of a hurricane!
Yesterday I was in Australia
Then I went on
And near Cape Barnaul
Killed fourteen sharks!
What can you do with such a braggart! I wanted to tell him that it was shameful to show off, but at the same moment he rushed off into the yard - to new adventures and pranks.
Adventure Three: Bibigon and the Spider
He won't sit still for a minute.
That will run after the rooster,
And sit on top of it.
That with the frogs in the garden
He plays leapfrog all day long.
It runs to the garden
Peas small narvet
And well, shoot surreptitiously
Into the biggest spider.
The spider was silent, the spider endured,
But finally pissed off
And right up to the ceiling
He dragged Bibigon away.
And with its web
So wrapped him up, villain,
That he hung on a thread
Like a fly, head down.
screaming
And torn
Bibigon,
And in the web
He beats.
And straight into the bowl of milk
It flies out of there somersault.
Trouble! Trouble! There is no salvation!
He will die in his prime!
But here from a dark corner
The big toad crawled up
And paw
Gave him
As if
To his brother.
And laughed
Bibigon,
And at the same moment
he sped off
In the neighboring yard to the hayloft
And danced there all evening
With some gray-haired rat
And a young sparrow.
And after dinner he left
Play football with mice
And, returning at dawn,
Fell asleep in a dog kennel.
Adventure Four: Bibigon and the Crow
Once Bibigon saw that an evil crow had caught a young gosling and wanted to take it to its nest. He grabbed a stone and threw it at the crow. The crow was frightened, threw the gosling and flew away. The gosling survived.
But it's been three days
And the crow came down
From above
And grabbed Bibigon
For pants.
He doesn't give up without a fight
Bibigon!
And kicks and breaks
Bibigon!
But from black
Raven
nests
He won't leave
Will not be saved
Never.
And in the nest
Look what
Ugly and evil
eighteen crows,
Like dashing robbers,
They want to destroy him.
eighteen crows
They look at the unfortunate
They smirk, and themselves
Know pecking his noses!
And suddenly resounded
Shout:
- Yeah, I got it
Mischievous!
But at this very moment
Lena ran up to the threshold
And right into the hands of a midget
Someone threw a flower.
That is a lily!
Thanks Lena
For this marvelous parachute!
And straight to Lena on her knees
The midget jumped bravely.
But immediately he jumped off her knees and, as if nothing had happened, rushed off from the yard to his friends. And he has many friends everywhere - in the field, and in the swamp, and in the forest, and in the garden. Everyone loves the daredevil Bibigon: hedgehogs, rabbits, magpies, frogs.
Yesterday two little squirrels
Played with him in the burner all day
And danced endlessly
At the name day at the starling.
And now he, as if in a tank,
Rushed through the yard in a tin
And rushed into an unequal battle
With my pockmarked chicken.
And what about Brundulyak? Brundulyak is up to no good. He stands right there, not far away, under a tree and thinks how to destroy Bibigon. He must indeed be an evil sorcerer.
- Yes Yes! He is a sorcerer! He's a magician!" says Bibigon, pointing to a shaggy dog running down the street at that moment:
- Look out: Barbos is running.
Do you think it's a dog?
No, this is old Agathon,
Your village postman.
More recently, in every home
With a newspaper or with a letter
He came, but once
The sorcerer said: "Kara-baraz."
And suddenly - about a miracle! - at the same moment
The old man became the watchdog.
“Poor Agathon,” I say with a sigh. “I remember him well. He had such a big mustache!
And Bibigon sits on my shoulder and points to the neighboring dacha:
- Look, Fedot is standing
And the toad drives from the gate,
Meanwhile, in the spring
She was his wife.
“But why are you not afraid of the villain?” my granddaughters ask Bibigon. “After all, he can bewitch you too.
“Therefore, I am not afraid that I am brave!” Bibigon answers and laughs. “No sorcerers are afraid of the brave! ..
Adventure Five: Bibigon and the Bee
“Yes, yes, I am fearless, I am brave,” Bibigon repeats with a proud air. And then he swings his saber and, jumping on the duckling, sings:
I'm a famous captain!
And I'm not afraid of a hurricane!
And he rushes to the swamp and demands that, when they see him, all the frogs shout "Hurrah."
Of course, I don't like it. I can't stand boasters. But how can I explain to him that boasting is shameful? However, the other day an event happened that should teach the braggart a lesson:
Bibigon sat on my table,
And he boasted of strength and courage:
- Well, do I
Mighty
Fear the animals!
I am every beast
Stronger and braver!
Trembling before me
Clubfoot bear.
Where is the bear
Defeat me!
Not yet born
Such a crocodile
Which would be in battle
Defeated me!
With this hand
to the ferocious lion
shaggy head
I will tear!
But here came
Furry bee…
"Save me!" he cried.
Trouble! Guard!-
And from her
Like a fierce wolf
Into the inkwell
All dived head first.
Thank you, old woman Fedosya
Grabbed him by the hair.
There would be a poor fellow kaput -
Farewell forever midget!
But if you knew
What an ugly
Trembling and wet
And miserable and dirty
Disheveled, barely alive
He then appeared before me!
We got him
And run to the apartment
To the very old man Moidodyr.
The whole day Moidodyr cleaned and washed it,
But he did not wash away, did not wash away this black ink!
However, my granddaughters do not grieve,
Bibigon, as before, is kissed.
- Well, - they say - nothing!
We love black too!
And it's probably more valuable to us.
Now that he's black
The sweet Negro is similar.
Yes, and he does not lose heart,
Runs out onto the porch
And interprets the kids
What walks in the yard:
- I wandered around the Caucasus,
Swimming in the Black Sea
The Black Sea is black
Everything is full of ink!
I bathed - and at once
He became like coal, Black Sea,
So even on the moon
They envied me.
“Why are you talking about the Moon, Bibigon?” Tata and Lena asked him.
Because the moon is my home.
The granddaughters laughed.
— What nonsense!
He looked at them and proudly said:
Yes, I was born on the moon
I fell here in my dream.
They call me at home
Count Bibigon de Lilliput.
Oh if I could come back
To my native land!
“Why do you want to fly to the moon?” Tata and Lena asked him.
He was silent for a long time, and then pointed to the moon and sighed:
- There, on the moon, my sister!
She is beautiful and kind.
What happiness was to me
Play with her on the moon!
She has a wonderful garden there.
Where the stars are like grapes
They hang in such clusters,
What involuntarily on the go
No, no, yes, and you will pluck a star.
Oh, if I could hurry
To heaven to return to her,
And with her along the Milky Way,
As if across the field, go.
And take a walk in her garden
Breaking the stars on the go
And, hand in hand, together
Fly to Earth, to this house,
To you, in Peredelkino, here,
And stay here forever!
“Is this true?” I exclaimed. “Do you really have a sister left on the Moon?”
He sighed even more sadly and said softly:
— My dear Cincinela
Sits and cries on the moon.
For a long time she wanted
Come to Earth to me.
But it is guarded by a terrible
And a hideous dragon
And the captives of their unfortunate
He won't let go to the ground.
But the hour will come: with a bold hand
I'll blow the enemy's head off!
My dear Cincinela
I will save you from the monster.
Adventure Six: Wonderful Flight
Frankly, I did not believe him and even laughed at him. But several days passed, and recently, on the seventh of June, such an event happened to Bibigon:
Sat Bibigon
Under the big burdock
And argue about something
With my rooster.
Suddenly
flew in
Dragonfly in our garden
And instantly got caught
To his eyes.
And he shouted: - This is my plane!
Now I'm going on a big flight.
From Africa
I will fly to Paraguay
Then I will visit my beloved Moon.
Three miracles
From there
I'll bring you! -
And he saddled a dragonfly on the fly!
Look! Look!
He flies over the tree
And cheerfully waves his cocked hat!
"Goodbye," he cries.
In open combat
I am an evil dragon
Like a fly, I'll kill you!
And we shouted:
- Where are you going? Wait!-
But we only echo
Answered "oh!"
And no Bibigon!
He's gone, he's gone!
As if melted
In the middle of blue skies!
And his house remains empty -
Toy house, so cozy -
Which with their own hands
We made it ourselves:
With a toy bathtub, with a cardboard slab...
Will it be empty forever?
Now in this house there is an Aglaya doll,
But the Aglaya doll is not alive!
She is not alive, her heart does not beat,
She doesn't sing, she doesn't play pranks, she doesn't laugh!
And our Bibigosha, though he is mischievous,
But he is a little man, he is alive, alive.
And inconsolable granddaughters look into the sky,
And, after a tear, shedding a tear,
Everyone is waiting to see if there, near the clouds,
A dragonfly flying towards them.
And the moon rose above the lilac bushes,
And Tata sadly whispered to Elena:
“Look, is it imagining me?
It's like he's on the moon!
He's on the moon! He returned there
And with our Earth forever said goodbye! -
And for a long time the poor things stand at the porch
And look, and look through binoculars,
And their tears roll endlessly,
Their binoculars got wet from tears.
Suddenly they see
striped
Kibitochka
Rolls.
Horned in a wagon
The snail is sitting.
They carry her nimble
baleen beetles
And black-black
Night moths.
Green grasshoppers
Follow her in line
And in gilded pipes
They trumpet incessantly.
The wagon rolls, rolls,
And right on the porch
funny snail
Drops a letter.
In anxiety and sadness
We ran to the letter
And they began to read.
When they read
Forgotten all sorrows
And they started laughing.
Only four lines
On a lime leaf
Bibigon writes to us:
"Yesterday behind the black cloud
By my mighty hand
Struck and defeated
Dragon Karakakon!
Celebrate victory
I will come to you on Wednesday.
Accept my bow!
Your faithful
BIBIGON.
And happy granddaughters:
- We will be again
Wash him, dress him, pamper him!
He is alive and well
He'll be back here
And we will never part with him!
We are happy to welcome our guest!
We both wash and clean the toy house.
In a toy house - peace and comfort.
How fun a midget will live here.
Old woman Fedosya made of white flour
He, Bibigon, bakes pies.
And Tata and Lena took up the needle
And they sewed a new cocked hat for him.
- If only he would return sooner,
Our little Bibigon!
From their multi-colored shreds,
Orange, blue and red
They sewed him a lot of updates -
Elegant vests, beautiful pants,
Cloaks and satin camisoles!
Oh, if only Bibigon would come back here!
What a dandy he will dress up!
But he didn't come back
And no Bibigon!
May be,
Was it swallowed by a crow?
Or maybe he
Choked in the water
In some lake
Or a pond?
Maybe for a tree
He got hooked
Fell from an airplane
And crashed to death?
But here one time
We're standing in the rain
And we are waiting for Bibigon,
And we are waiting for him, we are waiting ...
Look, he's on a dandelion
Like on a small sofa
collapsed and sits
And with some stranger
Long-legged insects
Talking.
My granddaughters squealed with joy
And they ran to him:
- Where have you been, lost?
Who did you fight along the way?
Tell me why are you like this
Pale, tired, skinny?
Maybe you are unwell?
Should I call the doctors to you? -
And for a long time they kissed him,
Caressed him, warmed him,
And then they whispered timidly:
"But where is your Cincinela?"
“My Cincinela!” said Bibigon,
And, sighing heavily, he frowned.
She came with me today
But she hid, poor thing, in the thicket of the forest,
And she would be glad to meet you,
Yes, she is afraid of the evil sorcerer:
Cruel and treacherous gray-haired sorcerer,
And he prepares bitter grief for her.
But no, witchcraft will not help him.
I, like a thunderstorm, will fall on him,
And over his evil head
My battle sword will shine again!
And again Bibigon smiled tiredly...
But lightning suddenly shone in the clouds.
Rather go home!
We're running in the rain
And Bibigon
We carry with us!
Well, here we are at home!
Both honey and tea
Weary traveler
We are serving!
And he laughed:
- I am pleased to,
What came back to you:
Dear your family
I love like my own.
But now I'm dead tired
I fought with a fierce enemy,
And I would like a little
Relax by the window.
He is very angry and strong
That damned dragon!
And, falling into a chair,
He yawned sweetly
And fell asleep.
Quiet! Let him sleep!
We don't want to wake him up!
About all your exploits to us
Tomorrow he will tell.
Adventure Seven: A great victory Bibigon
The next day Bibigon brought Tsintsinela to us. Tsintsinela, a tiny girl resembling a pink doll, affably said hello to us and, grabbing Bibigon by the arm, jumped from the window straight into the garden. Such a brave, brave girl! She liked everything in the garden - flowers, butterflies, squirrels, starlings, fir cones, and even fast funny tadpoles that frolic so merrily in a warm puddle. Bibigon did not leave his sister a single step. All day long they ran around the garden, and sang songs, and laughed loudly. But suddenly Cincinela screamed, and ran to me all in tears: she saw in the distance, by the fence, her enemy Brundulyak.
“How terrible he is!” she repeated. “What evil eyes he has! Save me, save me from him! He wants to kill me!
"Don't cry, Tsincinela," said Bibigon. "I won't let anyone hurt you." Today I will deal with the villain!
And Bibigon began to sharpen his saber, then he loaded his pistols and, jumping on the duckling, sang:
Yes, for my beloved sister
I will die with pleasure!
. . . . . . . . . . . .
And now he's on the attack
Towards the evil Brundulyak:
- Die, damned sorcerer,
From my valiant sword!
But Brundulyak laughed
And he says to the hero:
- Oh, beware
Dear knight,
Don't turn right now
Into a bug, or into a worm,
Or a dung beetle!
After all, nobody cares
When I start to conjure! -
And he pouted
Like a ball
And puffed
Like a samovar.
And ten times
And twenty times
He repeated:
"Kara-baraz!"
But, not turned into a worm,
Stands, as before, Bibigon.
And Brundulyak was furious:
“So wait, you daredevil!”
And again, and again, and again
He repeats the magic word, -
Fifty and sixty
And eighty times in a row.
And two hundred times
And three hundred times
He says:
"Kara-baraz!"
But Bibigon stands before him,
As before - safe and sound.
Brundulyak saw that he could not bewitch the daredevil, blinked his cowardly little eyes, trembled, murmured and whimpered:
- Don't kill me!
Don't cut me!
Let me go!
And forgive me!
But Bibigon laughed
In reply:
- Have mercy on you
Hateful, no!
Now in front of me
And you whine, and you whine,
And tomorrow me
Into the worm
You will transform!
And he plunged a sharp sword into him,
And struck him in the heart.
And the turkey collapsed. And from the fat body
The head flew off into the distant weeds.
And the body rolled into a dark ravine,
And the villain Brundulyak perished forever.
And everyone laughed, sang, rejoiced. And everyone ran to my balcony: both boys and girls, and old men and old women, and they all shouted loudly:
Long live the fearless hero Bibigon! Glory to him and his dear sister Cincinele!
And now, like a king, majestically
He comes out to them on the balcony,
Nodding them left and right
And he smiles at everyone.
Green silk camisole
Sheathed in silver,
He has a cocked hat in his hand
With a wonderful peacock feather.
And, with a scarlet sparkling outfit,
Sweet, cheerful and kind, -
Worth smiling around
His young sister.
End
Tsintsinela settled with us, together with her brother, in a toy house, and, of course, we will all try to make her live well and freely. I bought for both of them, for Bibigon and his sister, wonderful picture books, and when it rains or snows, they both read them all day long, quickly running through each page - from letter to letter, from line to line.
And when the New Year comes, I will carefully hide my tiny friends in the pocket of my warm fur coat, and we will go to the Kremlin to the Christmas tree. And I imagine how glad and happy the children will be when they see with their own eyes the living Bibigon and his cheerful, well-dressed sister, his sword, his three-cornered hat, and hear his fervent speech.
But I ask all Moscow children in advance: when in the Kremlin, or in the Hall of Columns, or in the circus, or in puppet theater Obraztsova, or in the House of Pioneers, or in the subway, or in children's theater you will see Bibigon and Tsintsinela, do not grab them with your hands, do not caress, because you may inadvertently hurt them. And don't try to bother Bibigon. After all, he is a midget, a boy with a finger, and if you somehow inadvertently squeeze him, he will remain a cripple for life. And please don't tease him, don't make fun of him, because he is very touchy. If you say a harsh word to him, he will get angry, draw his sword and pounce on you as enemies.
But if he feels that he and Tsintsinela are surrounded by friends, he will be glad to play and fool around with you, and then he will climb onto the back of a high chair and until late in the evening will tell you about his wonderful adventures and exploits: about the fights with the Karakula shark, about the journey to the country Talking Flowers, about single combat with the sea giant Kurynda and about many other adventures, about which more
NO ONE EVER HEARD ANYTHING.
Korney Chukovsky