The Amazing Postman

Charushin E. I. Stories about animals

The boy Vasya and his dad went to the dacha. And Vasya's mother stayed in the city: she had to buy something else. Mom wanted to come shopping in the evening.

Here comes the train. Vasya sits in the car on a bench next to his dad and looks out the window. And trees, and fences, and various houses are running through the window.

Opposite Vasya, a boy is also sitting on a bench, with a watch on his left hand. He is carrying a basket. This boy is already big; he must be fifteen years old. As the train arrives at the station, the boy will look at his watch, write something with a pencil in notebook, bend over his basket, pull something out of it and run out of the car. And then he comes again and sits, looking out the window.

Vasya sat and sat, looked and looked at the boy with the basket, and suddenly he burst into tears at the top of his voice! He remembered that he had left his bicycle at home.
How am I without a bike? - cries. - All winter I thought about how I would ride it through the forests.
"Well, don't cry," his dad said. - Mom will go and bring you a bike.
- No, he won’t bring it, - Vasya cries. - She doesn't love him. He creaks...
- Well, you, boy, stop it, don't cry, - suddenly said the boy with a watch on his hand. - I'll arrange this for you now. I myself love to ride a bike. Only he is real, two-wheeled. Do you have a telephone at home? he asks Vasya's father.
“Yes,” Dad replies. - Number five fifty five zero six.
“Well, it’s all right,” the boy says. - We will urgently send a postman with a letter.

He pulled out of his pocket a tiny paper ribbon made of thin tissue paper and wrote on it: "Call 5-55-06, tell:" Mom needs to take Vasya's bicycle to the dacha. "Then he put this letter in some kind of shiny little tube, opened his basket.

The amazing postman Charushin E.I.

And there, in the basket, sits a dove - long-nosed, gray.

The boy pulled out a dove and tied a tube with a letter to his leg.
“Here is my postman,” he says. - Ready to fly. Look.

And as soon as the train stopped at the station, the boy looked at his watch, noted the time in his notebook and let the dove out the window.

The dove will fly straight up - they only saw it!

Today I am teaching carrier pigeons, the boy says. - At each station, I release one and write down the time. The dove will fly straight to the city, to its dovecote. And there they are waiting for him. And on this, the last one, they will see the tube, read the letter and call your apartment. If only the hawk hadn't caught him along the way.

And it's true: Vasya came to the dacha, waiting, waiting for his mother - and in the evening his mother arrived with a bicycle. We received a letter. It means that the hawk did not catch the dove.

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The Amazing Postman

The boy Vasya and his dad went to the dacha. And Vasya's mother stayed in the city: she had to buy something else. Mom wanted to come shopping in the evening.

Here comes the train. Vasya sits in the car on a bench next to his dad and looks out the window. And trees, and fences, and various houses are running through the window.

Opposite Vasya, a boy is also sitting on a bench, with a watch on his left hand. He is carrying a basket. This boy is already big; he must be fifteen years old. As the train approaches the station, the boy will look at his watch, write something in a notebook with a pencil, bend over his basket, pull something out of it and run out of the car. And then he comes again and sits, looking out the window.

Vasya sat and sat, looked and looked at the boy with the basket, and suddenly he burst into tears at the top of his voice! He remembered that he had left his bicycle at home.
How am I without a bike? -- crying. - All winter I thought about how I would ride it through the forests.
"Well, don't cry," said his father. - Mom will go and bring you a bike.
- No, he won't bring it, - Vasya cries. - She doesn't love him. He creaks...
- Well, you, boy, stop it, don't cry, - suddenly said the boy with a watch on his hand. - I'll arrange this business for you now. I myself love to ride a bike. Only he is real, two-wheeled. Do you have a telephone at home? he asks Vasya's father.
“Yes,” Dad replies. “Number five fifty-five zero six.”
"Well, that's all right," the boy says. “We will immediately send a postman with a letter.

He pulled out of his pocket a tiny paper ribbon made of thin tissue paper and wrote on it: "Call 5-55-06, tell:" Mom needs to take Vasya's bicycle to the dacha. "Then he put this letter in some kind of shiny little tube, opened his basket.

And there, in the basket, sits a dove - long-nosed, gray.

The boy pulled out a dove and tied a tube with a letter to his leg.
"Here's my postman," he says. - Ready to fly. Look.

And as soon as the train stopped at the station, the boy looked at his watch, noted the time in his notebook and let the dove out the window.

The dove will fly straight up - they only saw it!

Today I am teaching carrier pigeons,” the boy says. - At each station I release one and write down the time. The dove will fly straight to the city, to its dovecote. And there they are waiting for him. And on this, the last one, they will see the tube, read the letter and call your apartment. If only the hawk hadn't caught him along the way.

And it's true: Vasya came to the dacha, waiting, waiting for his mother - and in the evening his mother arrived with a bicycle. We received a letter. It means that the hawk did not catch the dove.

The Amazing Postman

Charushin E. I. Stories about animals

The boy Vasya and his dad went to the dacha. And Vasya's mother stayed in the city: she had to buy something else. Mom wanted to come shopping in the evening.

Here comes the train. Vasya sits in the car on a bench next to his dad and looks out the window. And trees, and fences, and various houses are running through the window.

Opposite Vasya, a boy is also sitting on a bench, with a watch on his left hand. He is carrying a basket. This boy is already big; he must be fifteen years old. As the train approaches the station, the boy will look at his watch, write something in a notebook with a pencil, bend over his basket, pull something out of it and run out of the car. And then he comes again and sits, looking out the window.

Vasya sat and sat, looked and looked at the boy with the basket, and suddenly he burst into tears at the top of his voice! He remembered that he had left his bicycle at home.
How am I without a bike? - cries. - All winter I thought about how I would ride it through the forests.
"Well, don't cry," his dad said. - Mom will go and bring you a bike.
- No, he won’t bring it, - Vasya cries. - She doesn't love him. He creaks...
- Well, you, boy, stop it, don't cry, - suddenly said the boy with a watch on his hand. - I'll arrange this for you now. I myself love to ride a bike. Only he is real, two-wheeled. Do you have a telephone at home? he asks Vasya's father.
“Yes,” Dad replies. - Number five fifty five zero six.
“Well, it’s all right,” the boy says. - We will urgently send a postman with a letter.

He pulled out of his pocket a tiny paper ribbon made of thin tissue paper and wrote on it: "Call 5-55-06, tell:" Mom needs to take Vasya's bicycle to the dacha. "Then he put this letter in some kind of shiny little tube, opened his basket.

The amazing postman Charushin E.I.

And there, in the basket, sits a dove - long-nosed, gray.

The boy pulled out a dove and tied a tube with a letter to his leg.
“Here is my postman,” he says. - Ready to fly. Look.

And as soon as the train stopped at the station, the boy looked at his watch, noted the time in his notebook and let the dove out the window.

The dove will fly straight up - they only saw it!

Today I am teaching carrier pigeons, the boy says. - At each station, I release one and write down the time. The dove will fly straight to the city, to its dovecote. And there they are waiting for him. And on this, the last one, they will see the tube, read the letter and call your apartment. If only the hawk hadn't caught him along the way.

And it's true: Vasya came to the dacha, waiting, waiting for his mother - and in the evening his mother arrived with a bicycle. We received a letter. It means that the hawk did not catch the dove.

Well, I left. Who am I to wait here?

Not a single animal will come here now: it will be afraid of dog tracks.

Again I went along the streams and along the rivers.

I saw how another fox ate fish - savored it. I only ate the backs.

I also saw a big merganser - from a goose. He slept among the scraps. To satiety swallowed fish.

And then I lay down and fell asleep imperceptibly. Frustrated me. How long I slept, I don't know. I only see a dream: as if I am doing some wonderful thing, either an airplane, or a threshing machine, or maybe some kind of tower. In order, a dream is seen: at first I worked, then I got tired and also went to bed. He lay down and snored loudly.

And then in a dream I think:

“Yes, how is it? Because I never snore. I do not know how".

And that's where I got all mixed up. I'm already half awake, but I keep dreaming that I'm lying down and snoring.

I know it's not true. I'm even angry.

He got angry, woke up, opened his eyes. What a miracle I snore. I even got scared. How so? What?

Then I woke up... No, it's not me who snore... And it doesn't look like snoring at all.

It's someone growling nearby, snorting, splashing.

I raised my head. I look - a bear is sitting in the river. A hefty bear is an old Kamchadal man. Here you have a dream with snoring!

And I don't have a gun. What to do? You need to get out good.

I began to carefully, carefully crawl away from the river ... And suddenly I touched a stone. This stone rolled into the water - plop! That's how I froze. I lie down and close my eyes. Now the bear will pick me up. Here he will get out on the shore, he will see - and the end.

I lay there for a long time, I was afraid to move. Then I hear: everything is fine. The bear barks in the old place, grumbles. Didn't he hear the stone plop into the water?

He is deaf, isn't he?

I grew bolder and looked out from behind the bushes. And then I took a closer look and completely forgot my fear. This bear also caught fish. And how wonderful!

Mikhailo Ivanovich is sitting up to his neck in water, only his dry head sticks out of the water like a stump. His head is huge, shaggy, with a wet beard. He will tilt it on one side, then on the other: he looks out for fish.

And the water is completely transparent, I can only see the bear, how he is wielding his paws there, and I see the body of a bear.

The fur stuck to the body, and the body of the bear seems to be not on the head. He's got such a head. Small and heady.

This bear is sitting. And suddenly something paws began to miss in the water.

I see - it takes out pink salmon fish. He bit the pink salmon and ... sat on it.

Why did he, I think, sit on a fish?

He sat down and sits in the water on the fish. Moreover, he checks with his paws: is it here, under him?

Here the second fish swims by, and the bear caught it. He bit and also sits on it. And when he sat down, he, of course, got up. And the first fish was dragged away from under it. I can see everything from above, how this pink salmon rolled along the bottom. And how the bear barks! Lost fish. Oh you! It is not clear to him, poor fellow, what is being done with his stock, where he is going. He will sit, sit, and feel with his paw under him: is there a fish here, has it run away? And as soon as he grabs a new one, again I see: the old one has rolled out from under him and look for fistulas!

After all, in fact, what an insult: the fish is lost, and that's it!

For a long, long time he sat on the fish, grumbling, even missed two fish, did not dare to catch; I saw them go by. Then again - p-time! He grabbed a pink salmon with his paw. And again everything is the same as before: there is no former fish.

I'm lying on the shore, I want to laugh, but I can't laugh. Try to laugh! Here the bear will eat you out of anger along with the buttons.

A huge sleepy chinook salmon was dragged onto a bear. He scooped it up, puts it under him ...

Well, of course, it's empty underneath.

Here the bear was so offended that he forgot the chinook, and roared at the top of his lungs, just like a locomotive. He reared up, paws the water with his paws, knocks the water into foam. Roaring, choking.

Well, I couldn't bear it either. How I will jump! How I want! The bear heard me, saw me. It stands in the water, like a man, on two legs, and looks at me.

And it’s so funny to me that I’m not afraid of anything - I laugh, I burst out laughing, I wave my hands: go away, they say, you fool, there’s no more urine! Leave!

And luckily for me, it did.

The bear barked, got out of the water, shook himself off and went into the forest.

And the chinook was again dragged by the current.

Punka and birds

Cats are hunters. They love to catch a birdie.

Our Punya is also not averse to hunting, but not at home. At home, he does not touch anyone.

Somehow they brought me several songbirds in a small cage. Goldfinches, canaries.

“Where, - I think, - should I put them, what should I do with them?”

To release into the wild - it is blizzard-frosty in the yard. In a cage - also not good.

I put a tree in the corner. He covered the furniture with pieces of paper so that they would not get dirty, and ... do what you want. Just don't stop me from working.

Goldfinches, canaries flew out of the cage - and to the Christmas tree.

They swarm in the Christmas tree, they sing! Like!

Punka came, looked - he was interested.

"Well, - I think, - now Punka needs to be caught and thrown out of the room."

The hunt is about to begin.

And Punka only liked the Christmas tree. He sniffed it, paid no attention to the birds.

Goldfinches, canaries are afraid. Do not jump close to Punka.

It doesn't matter if there are birds here or not. He lay down and sleeps near the Christmas tree.

But I still drove Punka away. Who knows. Although he does not look at the birds, he suddenly catches him by chance.

Time has passed. The birds began to build nests: they are looking for different fluffs, pulling threads from rags.

Punka goes to them. Sleeps with them. Goldfinches, canaries are not afraid of him: why be afraid of him if he does not catch them.

And the birdies were so brave that they began to pull at Punka's fur.

Punka is sleeping. And the birds pull the wool out of it.

scary story

The boys Shura and Petya were left alone. They lived in a dacha - near the forest, in a small house. That evening, dad and mom went to visit their neighbors. When it got dark, Shura and Petya washed themselves, undressed themselves and went to bed in their beds. They lie and are silent. There is no father or mother. It's dark in the room. And in the darkness, someone crawls along the wall - rustles; maybe it's a cockroach, or maybe someone else!... Shura says from his bed:

I'm not scared at all.

I'm not scared at all either, - Petya answers from the other bed.

We are not afraid of thieves, - says Shura.

We are not afraid of cannibals either, - Petya answers.

And we are not afraid of tigers, - says Shura.

They won't come here, - Petya answers. And just as Shura wanted to say that he was not afraid of crocodiles, when suddenly they heard - outside the door, in the hallway, someone quietly stamped their feet on the floor: top .... top .... top .... slap .... slap... top... top.... How Petya will rush to Shura on the bed! They covered their heads with a blanket, pressed against each other. They lie quietly so that no one can hear them.

Don't breathe, says Shura to Petya.

I don't breathe.

Top ... top ... slap ... slap ... top ... top ... slap ... slap ... And through the blanket you can still hear someone walking outside the door and puffing in addition . But then Mom and Dad came. They opened the porch, entered the house, turned on the light. Petya and Shura told them everything. Then mom and dad lit another lamp and began to look around all the rooms, in all corners. There is no one. They came to the canopy. Suddenly, in the passage along the wall, someone ran into a corner ... He ran and curled up in a corner in a ball. Look - yes it's a hedgehog! He must have climbed into the house from the forest. They wanted to pick him up, but he twitches and pricks with thorns. Then they rolled him up in a hat and took him to the closet. They gave me milk in a saucer and a piece of meat. And then everyone fell asleep. This hedgehog lived with the guys in the country all summer. He then puffed and stamped his feet at night, but no one was afraid of him anymore.

The Amazing Postman

The boy Vasya and his dad went to the dacha. And Vasya's mother stayed in the city: she had to buy something else. Mom wanted to come shopping in the evening. Here comes the train. Vasya sits in the car on a bench next to his dad and looks out the window. And trees, and fences, and various houses are running through the window. Opposite Vasya, a boy is also sitting on a bench, with a watch on his left hand. He is carrying a basket. This boy is already big; he must be fifteen years old. As the train approaches the station, the boy will look at his watch, write something in a notebook with a pencil, bend over his basket, pull something out of it and run out of the car. And then he comes again and sits, looking out the window. Vasya sat and sat, looked and looked at the boy with the basket, and suddenly he burst into tears at the top of his voice! He remembered that he had left his bicycle at home.

The boy Vasya and his dad went to the dacha. And Vasya's mother stayed in the city: she had to buy something else. Mom wanted to come shopping in the evening.

Here comes the train. Vasya sits in the car on a bench next to his dad and looks out the window. And trees, and fences, and various houses are running through the window.

On the contrary, Vasya is also sitting on a bench with a boy, with a watch on his left hand. He is carrying a basket. This boy is already big; he must be fifteen years old. As the train approaches the station, the boy will look at his watch, write something in a notebook with a pencil, bend over his basket, pull something out of it and run out of the car. And then he comes again and sits, looking out the window.

Vasya sat and sat, looked and looked at the boy with the basket, and suddenly he burst into tears at the top of his voice! He remembered that he had left his bicycle at home.

How can I be without a bike? - cries. “All winter I thought about how I would ride it through the forests.

“Well, don’t cry,” his dad said. Mom will go and bring you a bike.

“No, he won’t bring it,” Vasya cries. She doesn't love him. He creaks...

“Well, you, boy, stop it, don’t cry,” the boy with a watch on his hand suddenly said. - I'll arrange this business for you now. I myself love to ride a bike. Only he is real, two-wheeled. Do you have a telephone at home? he asks Vasya's father.

“Yes,” Dad replies. “Number five fifty-five zero six.”

“Well, that’s all right,” the boy says. We will immediately send a postman with a letter.

He pulled out a tiny paper ribbon made of thin tissue paper from his pocket and wrote on it: “Call 5-55-06, tell them: “Mom should take Vasya’s bike to the dacha.” Then he put this letter into some shiny little tube and opened his basket.

And there, in a basket, sits a dove - long-nosed, gray.

The boy pulled out a dove and tied a tube with a letter to his leg.

“Here is my postman,” he says. — Ready to fly. Look.

And as soon as the train stopped at the station, the boy looked at his watch, noted the time in his notebook and let the dove out the window.

The dove will fly straight up - only they saw it!

“Today I am teaching carrier pigeons,” the boy says. - At each station, I release one and write down the time. The dove will fly straight to the city, to its dovecote. And there they are waiting for him. And on this, the last one, they will see the tube, read the letter and call your apartment. If only the hawk hadn't caught him along the way.

And it's true: Vasya came to the dacha, waiting, waiting for his mother - and in the evening his mother arrived with a bicycle. We received a letter. It means that the hawk did not catch the dove.