This tale tells about the adventures of a small, but very brave, albeit a little boastful little man. This tale is unusual and very similar to a story from life. Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky tells it on his own behalf, as if all this happened to him and as if the author really lives such a little midget named Bibigon and as if this is a common thing. That's why this fairy tale is read in one sitting, it's impossible to tear yourself away, you read it, and you believe that a boy, the size of a finger, really exists :)
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.
The turkey snorted, he panted 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
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 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'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
He will pick small peas,
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 at once 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 is a magician! - says Bibigon and points to a shaggy dog that was running along 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-baras."
And suddenly - 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 granddaughters ask Bibigon. “He can bewitch you, too.
That is why I am not afraid that I am brave! - answers Bibigon and laughs. - The brave are not afraid of any sorcerers! ..
Adventure Five: Bibigon and the Bee
Yes, yes, I am fearless, I am brave, - Bibigon repeats with a proud look. 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 hurray!
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 good 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! 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.
- Nu that OK, - 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 would you want to go 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 that 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.
Three miracles
From there
I will 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 -
A 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'll be back 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
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?
Why don't you call the doctors?
And for a long time they kissed him,
Caressed him, warmed him,
And then they whispered timidly:
- But where is your Cincinella?
My Cincinella! Bibigon said.
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: 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 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 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 evil eyes he has! Save me, save me from him! He wants to kill me!
Don't cry, Cincinela, Bibigon said. - 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:
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 pouted
Like a ball
And puffed
Like a samovar.
And ten times
And twenty times
He repeated:
"Kara-baras!"
But, not turned into a worm,
Stands, as before, Bibigon.
And Brundulyak was furious:
- So you wait, 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
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.
THE 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, 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 you see Bibigon and Tsintsinela in the Kremlin, or in the Hall of Columns, or in the circus, or in the Obraztsov puppet theater, or in the House of Pioneers, or in the subway, or in the children's theater, don't 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 happy 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 flying to his native Moon, about battles with the shark Karakula, about a trip to the country of Talking Flowers, about single combat with the sea giant Kurynda and about many other adventures, about which more
DID NOT HEARD.
Korney Chukovsky rewrote his fairy tale The Adventures of Bibigon several times. At first, the midget was alone, and then the writer came up with a company for him, so Bibigon's sister Tsintsinela appeared in the book. Such a fairy tale has come down to our days.
The Tale of Bibigon's Adventures is an original fairy tale for children. It attracts young readers by the fact that the author speaks the same language with them. It is convenient to read a fairy tale online in parts: each part is an exciting adventure.
Tale Adventures of Bibigon read
At the narrator's dacha in Peredelkino, a tiny man appears who claims that he came from the moon. Granddaughters Tanya and Lena are delighted with the new tenant. The mischievous, slightly boastful Bibigon does not sit still for a minute. Liliputik is friends with everyone. He either talks about his exploits and adventures, or is looking for new adventures, desperately rushing to help everyone who is in trouble. His courage sometimes reaches recklessness. Then the girls have to protect their pet. The main enemy of the brave Bibigon is the formidable turkey Brundulyak, whom the midget considers an evil sorcerer. The hero informs Lena and Tanya that he, Count Bibigon de Liliput, must fly to the moon, because his sister Tsintsinela remained there. The girls thought that these were the fantasies of a little man. But when Bibigon disappeared, they could not find a place for themselves. Soon they receive a message on a linden leaf. Bibigon reports that he has defeated the dragon Karakakon and returns with Cincinela. The tiny girl turned out to be as desperate as her brother. She immediately made friends with everyone. She had one enemy - Brundulyak. Bibigon, in an unequal duel, plunged his sharp sword into the enemy and saved everyone from the hated turkey. It becomes clear that Bibigon is a real hero. Bibigon and his sister move into a toy house, and Tanya and Lena take care of their tiny friends. You can read the story online on our website.
Analysis of the fairy tale Adventures of Bibigon
The fairy tale is written in the first person. This makes the story more realistic. The story combines poetry and prose. Prose inserts are the author's comments. Poems - seven stories about the valiant Bibigon. Each of the seven tales may well exist as a separate exciting work. What does the fairy tale Adventures of Bibigon teach? Fight evil, be brave and resolute, make friends and take care of loved ones.
Moral of the tale Adventures of Bibigon
The main idea of the fairy tale Adventures of Bibigon is that it is not physical superiority, but courage, faith in one's own strength, the desire to fight evil that help to defeat any opponent.
Proverbs, sayings and expressions of a fairy tale
- A good deed praises itself.
- Honor the good, do not pity the evil.
- Good deeds - good glory.
- Strength is not in strength, but in justice.
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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.
The turkey snorted, he panted 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
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!
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 that 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 at once 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 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,
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 are you not 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 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 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 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.
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