"Deniska's stories" are 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, have been reprinted many times and filmed several times. They were included in the list of "100 books for schoolchildren", compiled in 2012. The prototype of the protagonist of the stories was the writer's son Denis, and one of the stories mentions the birth of Denis's younger sister Xenia.
V. Dragunsky did not combine his stories into a cycle, while unity is created by: plot and thematic connections; the image of the central character - Deniska Korablev and secondary characters - Deniska's father and mother, his friends, acquaintances, teachers, also move from story to story.
In the stories of Viktor Yuzefovich, the main character - Deniska - tells different cases from his life, shares his thoughts and observations with us. The boy constantly gets into funny situations. It is especially funny when the hero and the reader evaluate what Deniska told differently. Deniska, for example, talks about something like a drama, and the reader laughs, and the more serious the tone of the narrator, the funnier we are. However, the writer included in the collection not only funny stories. There are also works that are sad in tone. Such, for example, is the wonderful lyrical story "The Girl on the Ball", which tells about first love. But the story "Childhood Friend" is especially touching. Here the author speaks of gratitude and true love. Deniska decided to become a boxer, and his mother gave him an old bear as a punching bag. And then the hero remembered how he loved this toy when he was little. The boy, hiding tears from his mother, said: "I will never be a boxer."
Dragunsky in his stories wittily recreates the characteristic features of children's speech, its emotionality and peculiar logic, "general children's" credulity and spontaneity, setting the tone for the entire story. “What I love” and “... And what I don’t like!” - two famous stories by Dragunsky, in the title of which the child's own opinion is put forward in the first place. This is confirmed in the enumeration of what Deniska loves and dislikes. “I really like to lie on my stomach on my dad’s knee, lower my arms and legs and hang on my knee like that, like linen on a fence. I also really like to play checkers, chess and dominoes, only to be sure to win. If you don't win, then don't." Deniskins “I love” - “I don’t love” are often polemical in relation to the prescriptions of adults (“When I run along the corridor, I like to stomp my feet with all my might”). In the image of Deniska, there is a lot of typically childishness: it is naivety, a penchant for fiction and fantasy, sometimes simple-hearted egoism. The “blunders” characteristic of childhood turn out to be the subject of humor and jokes, as always happens in a humorous story. On the other hand, in the hero of Dragunsky there are features that testify to a fully developed personality: Deniska resolutely opposes any falsehood, he is susceptible to beauty, appreciates kindness. This gave the critics the right to see the autobiographical features of Dragunsky himself in the image of the protagonist. The combination of lyrical and comic is the main feature of V. Dragunsky's stories about Denisk.
The content of "Deniska's stories" is connected with incidents from the ordinary life of a child - these are incidents in the classroom, household chores, playing with friends in the yard, going to the theater and circus. But their commonness is only apparent - comic exaggeration is always present in the story. Dragunsky is a master of creating the most incredible situations based on everyday, even ordinary, material. The basis for them is the often paradoxical logic of children and their inexhaustible fantasy. Deniska and Mishka, being late for the lesson, attribute incredible feats to themselves (“Fire in the wing, or feat in the ice”), but because everyone fantasizes in their own way, inevitable exposure follows. The boys enthusiastically build a rocket in the yard, upon launching which Deniska flies not into space, but through the window of the house management in the work "Amazing Day". And in the story “From top to bottom, obliquely! children, in the absence of painters, decide to help them paint, but in the midst of the game they pour paint on the house manager. And what an incredible story is described in the children's work "Mishkina porridge", when Deniska does not want to eat semolina porridge and throws it out the window, which falls on the hat of a random passerby. All these unthinkable coincidences and incidents are sometimes simply ridiculous, sometimes they suggest a moral assessment, sometimes they are designed for emotional empathy. The paradoxical logic that guides the heroes of Dragunsky is the path to understanding the child. In the story “Green Leopards”, children comically talk about all kinds of diseases, finding in each of them advantages and benefits “it’s good to get sick,” one of the heroes of the work says, “when you are sick, they always give something.” Behind the seemingly absurd reasoning of children about diseases is a touching request for love: “when you are sick, everyone loves you more.” For the sake of such love, the child is even ready to get sick. The children's hierarchy of values seems to the writer deeply humane. In the story "He is alive and glowing ..." Dragunsky, in the words of a child, asserts an important truth: spiritual values are higher than material ones. The subject embodiment of these concepts in the story is an iron toy of material value, and a firefly capable of emitting light. Deniska made an exchange that was unequal from an adult point of view: he exchanged a large dump truck for a small firefly. The story about this is preceded by a description of a long evening during which Deniska is waiting for her mother. It was then that the boy fully felt the darkness of loneliness, from which the "pale green star" in the matchbox saved him. Therefore, to the mother’s question, “how did you decide to give such a valuable thing as a dump truck for this worm?” Deniska replies: “How can you not understand? ! After all, he is alive! And it glows!..”
A very significant character in "Deniska's stories" is dad, a close and faithful friend of his son, an intelligent educator. In the story "Watermelon Lane" the boy is naughty at the table, refusing to eat. And then the father tells his son one episode from his wartime childhood. This restrained, but very tragic story turns the boy's soul upside down. Life situations and human characters described by Dragunsky are sometimes very difficult. Since the child is talking about them, the meaning of everything that happens is helped to understand individual details, and they are very important in Deniska's stories. In the story "Workers Crush Stone" Deniska boasts that she can jump from a water tower. From below, it seems to him that doing this is "easier than easy." But at the very top, the boy takes his breath away from fear, and he begins to look for excuses for his cowardice. The fight against fear takes place against the backdrop of the incessant sound of a jackhammer - down there, workers are crushing stone during the construction of the road. It would seem that this detail has little to do with what is happening, but in fact it convinces of the need for perseverance, before which even a stone recedes. Cowardice also receded before Deniska's firm decision to make the jump. In all his stories, even when it comes to dramatic situations, Dragunsky remains true to the humorous manner. Many of Deniska's statements seem funny and amusing. In the story “Motor Racing on a Sheer Wall”, he says the following phrase: “Fedka came to us on business - to drink tea”, and in the work “The Blue Dagger” Deniska says: “In the morning I could not eat anything. I just drank two cups of tea with bread and butter, potatoes and sausage."
But often a child’s speech (with the reservations inherent in it) sounds very touching: “I love horses very much, they have beautiful and kind faces” (“What I love”) or “I lifted my head to the ceiling so that tears rolled back ...”(“ childhood friend). The combination of the sad and the comical in Dragunsky's prose reminds us of clowning, when his kind heart is hidden behind the funny and ridiculous look of a clown.
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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 am 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 the whole class of us 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 time the music started playing, and everyone rushed to sit down, and then they bought popsicles 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 bun. 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 out 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, but 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 were 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 the lights were turned on, 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 lemonade, 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 every way, 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 dump 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. There were bricks and boards everywhere, and in the middle of the yard there was 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.
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Year of first publication: 1959
Since its first publication in 1959, Deniska's Stories have been read by children all over the then huge country. These stories enchant with their simplicity and childish immediacy not only children but also adults. Thanks to this, many stories in the series were filmed, and the main character of the stories, Denis Korablev, became the main character of several more films not based on Dragunsky's stories.
The plot of the book "Deniska's stories"
The stories of Viktor Dragunsky about Denis Korablev did not appear by chance. Just at the time of the release of the first stories, Dragunsky's son, Denis, was 9 years old, and the author was fascinated by childhood on the example of his son. For him, he wrote most of the stories, and it was his son who was the main reviewer of all the works of the Deniska Stories series.
In a series of stories subsequently brought into the collection "Deniska's Stories", the main character is first a preschooler, and then a primary school student - Deniska Korablev with his friend Mishka Slonov. They live in Moscow in the 60s. Thanks to their spontaneity and lively children's interest, they constantly get into various funny and interesting stories. Then Deniska will throw semolina out the window to go with her mother faster to the Kremlin. That will change places in the circus with a boy and then fly with a clown under the dome of the circus, or even give advice to her mother on how to cope with household chores. And many more, and many interesting and funny stories.
But Deniska's stories were loved to be read largely for their kindness and instructiveness. After all, all of them end well, and after each of these adventures, Deniska found a new rule for himself. All this is especially relevant in today's aggressive world, so it is not surprising that many parents read Dragunsky's stories for their children.
"Deniska's Stories" on the Top Books website
The presence of "Deniska's stories" in the school curriculum further raises interest in the works. Such interest allowed the stories to take a worthy place in our rating, as well as to be presented among. And given that interest in the work has not yet faded away, we will meet "Deniska's stories" more than once in our book ratings. In more detail with the stories collected in the collection "Deniska's stories" you can find below.
All "Deniskin stories"
- Paul's Englishman
- watermelon lane
- white finches
- Main rivers
- goose throat
- Where has it been seen, where has it been heard...
- Twenty years under the bed
- Deniska was dreaming
- Dymka and Anton
- Uncle Pavel stoker
- Pets' corner
- Enchanted letter
- The smell of the sky and shag
- healthy thought
- green leopards
- And we!
- When I was a child
- Puss in Boots
- Red balloon in the blue sky
- Chicken bouillon
- Motorcycle racing on a steep wall
- My friend bear
- Big traffic on Sadovaya
- Gotta have a sense of humor
- Don't bang, don't bang!
- No worse than you circus
- Independent Gorbushka
- Nothing can be changed
- One drop kills a horse
- It is alive and glowing...
- First day
- Before bedtime
- Spyglass
- A fire in the wing, or a feat in the ice...
- dog thief
- The wheels sing - tra-ta-ta
- Adventure
- Professor of sour cabbage soup
- Workers crushing stone
- talking ham
- Tell me about Singapore
- Exactly 25 kilos
- Knights
- Top down, sideways!
- My sister Xenia
- Blue dagger
- Glory to Ivan Kozlovsky
- Elephant and radio
- Elephant Lyalka
- Death of the spy Gadyukin
- Battle at the Clear River
- old sailor
- The secret becomes clear
- Quiet Ukrainian night...
- Third place in butterfly style
- Three in behavior
- amazing day
- teacher
- Fantomas
- tricky way
- Man with a blue face
- Chicky kick
- What does Mishka like?
- That I love…
- ... And what I don’t like!
- Grandmaster hat
Dragunsky's stories read
Deniskin's stories of Dragunsky, with a slight movement of the author's thought, lift the veil of the daily life of children, their joys and worries. Communication with peers, relationships with parents, various incidents in life - this is what Viktor Dragunsky describes in his works. Funny stories with a sensitive vision of important details, characteristic of the author, occupy a special place in world literature. The writer is known for his ability to see the good in everything and wonderfully explain to children what is really good and what is bad. In Dragunsky's stories, each child will find features similar to himself, get answers to exciting questions and laugh heartily at funny incidents from the lives of children.
Viktor Dragunsky. Interesting biography details
Readers are usually surprised to learn that Victor was born in New York. It so happened that his parents moved there in search of a better life, but they failed to settle down in a new place. After only a year, the boy and his parents returned to their homeland - to the city of Gomel (Belarus).
The childhood of Viktor Dragunsky passed on the road. His stepfather took him on tour with him, where the child learned to parody people well and generally play for the audience. At that moment, his creative future was already predetermined, however, like most children's writers, he did not immediately come to this occupation.
The Great Patriotic War left its mark on his fate. Thoughts, aspirations, pictures of what he saw in the war, changed Victor forever. After the war, Dragunsky set out to create his own theater, where every talented young actor could prove himself. He succeeded. The blue bird - this was the name of Victor's parody theater, which gained recognition and fame in a matter of moments. This happened with everything, for which Dragunsky would not undertake. Starting to read Deniskin's stories, you will definitely notice notes of the author's subtle humor, with which he attracted children to the theater and circus. The kids were crazy about him!
It was this theater that became the starting point of his path, which led to writing, which later left us Deniskin's stories as a gift. Viktor Dragunsky began to notice that during his speeches, children had a particularly good reaction. Dragunsky was even lucky enough to work as a clown, having won the love of little spectators.
In the late 50s, according to the recollections of friends, it seemed to Victor that it was time to change something in life. He did not leave the feeling of approaching something new on the creative path. And then one day, while in his sad thoughts, Dragunsky wrote the first children's story, which became a real outlet for him. Dragunsky's first Deniskin stories became instantly popular.
Deniskin's stories are so interesting to read because the author had a real talent to easily and vividly describe everyday situations, to laugh at them merrily, and sometimes to reflect. Victor Dragunsky could not predict that his works would become classics of children's literature, but the knowledge of children and love for them did their job ...
Victor Dragunsky
Deniskin's stories
Part one
He is alive and glowing
That I love
I really like to lie on my father's knee with my stomach, lower my arms and legs and hang on my knee like that, like linen on a fence. I also really like to play checkers, chess and dominoes, only to be sure to win. If you don't win, then don't.
I love listening to the beetle dig into the box. And I like to get into bed with my dad in the morning to talk with him about the dog: how we will live more spaciously, and buy a dog, and we will work with it, and we will feed it, and how funny and smart it will be, and how she will steal sugar, and I will wipe the puddles after her, and she will follow me like a faithful dog.
I also like to watch TV: it doesn't matter what they show, even if it's only tables.
I love to breathe through my nose into my mother's ear. I especially love to sing and always sing very loudly.
I terribly love stories about red cavalrymen, and that they always win.
I like to stand in front of the mirror and make faces like I'm Petrushka from the puppet theater. I love sprats too.
I like to read fairy tales about Kanchil. This is such a small, smart and mischievous doe. She has merry eyes, and little horns, and pink polished hooves. When we live more spaciously, we will buy Kanchil, he will live in the bathroom. I also like to swim where it is shallow so that I can hold my hands on the sandy bottom.
I love to wave red flags and blow "go away!" at demonstrations.
I love making phone calls.
I love planing, sawing, I know how to sculpt the heads of ancient warriors and bison, and I blinded a capercaillie and a tsar cannon. All this I love to give.
When I read, I like to nibble on crackers or something.
I love guests.
I also love snakes, lizards and frogs. They are so dexterous. I carry them in my pockets. I like to have the snake lying on the table when I have lunch. I love it when my grandmother screams about the frog: “Remove this muck!” - and runs out of the room.
I love to laugh. Sometimes I don’t feel like laughing at all, but I force myself, squeeze out laughter - look, after five minutes it really becomes funny.
When I'm in a good mood, I like to ride. One day my dad and I went to the zoo, and I was jumping around him in the street, and he asked:
What are you jumping?
And I said:
I jump that you are my dad!
He understood!
I love going to the zoo! There are wonderful elephants. And there is one elephant. When we live more spaciously, we will buy a baby elephant. I'll build him a garage.
I really like to stand behind the car when it snorts and sniff the gas.
I like to go to cafes - eat ice cream and drink it with sparkling water. Her nose hurts and tears come to her eyes.
When I run down the hallway, I like to stomp my feet with all my might.
I love horses very much, they have such beautiful and kind faces.
I like a lot of things!
...and what I don't like!
What I don't like is dental treatment. As soon as I see a dental chair, I immediately want to run away to the ends of the world. I still don’t like it when guests come, stand on a chair and read poetry.
I don't like it when mom and dad go to the theatre.
I hate soft-boiled eggs, when they are shaken in a glass, crumbled bread into it and forced to eat.
I still don’t like it when my mother goes for a walk with me and suddenly meets Aunt Rosa!
Then they only talk to each other, and I just don't know what to do.
I do not like to walk in a new suit - I'm in it like a wooden one.
When we play red and white, I don't like to be white. Then I exit the game, and that's it! And when I'm red, I don't like being captured. I still run away.
I don't like it when they win.
I don’t like when it’s my birthday, to play “loaf”: I’m not small.
I don't like it when guys ask questions.
And I really don’t like it when I cut myself, in addition - to smear my finger with iodine.
I don’t like that it’s crowded in our corridor and adults scurry back and forth every minute, some with a frying pan, some with a kettle, and shout:
Children, do not turn under your feet! Watch out, I have a hot pot!
And when I go to bed, I don’t like it when they sing in chorus in the next room:
Lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley...
I really don't like that on the radio boys and girls speak in old women's voices! ..
"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 come, 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 dump 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 do not 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?