Nikolai N Nosov (read stories, fairy tales, for children)
Nosov's story: Bengal lights
How much trouble Mishka and I had before the New Year! We have been preparing for the holiday for a long time: we glued paper chains to the Christmas tree, cut out flags, and made various Christmas tree decorations. Everything would be fine, but then Mishka took out the book “Entertaining Chemistry” somewhere and read in it how to make sparklers himself.
This is where the mess started! For whole days he ground sulfur and sugar in a mortar, made aluminum filings and set fire to the mixture for testing. The whole house was filled with smoke and smelled of suffocating gases. The neighbors were angry, and no sparklers worked.
But Mishka did not lose heart. He even invited many guys from our class to his Christmas tree and boasted that he would have sparklers.
- They know what! - he said. - They sparkle like silver, and scatter in all directions with fiery splashes.
I say to Mishka:
— What have you done? I called the guys, but there will be no sparklers.
Why won't it? Will! There's still plenty of time. I can do everything.
On New Year's Eve, he comes to me and says:
- Listen, it's time for us to go for the Christmas trees, otherwise we will be left for the holiday without Christmas trees.
"Today it's late," I answered. "We'll go tomorrow."
So, tomorrow we have to decorate the Christmas tree.
“Nothing,” I say. “It is necessary to decorate in the evening, and we will go in the afternoon, right after school.”
Mishka and I decided a long time ago to go to Gorelkino for Christmas trees, where we lived with Aunt Natasha in the country. Aunt Natasha's husband worked as a forester and in the summer he told us to come to his forest for Christmas trees. I even begged my mother in advance to let me go to the forest.
The next day I come to Mishka after dinner, and he sits and crushes sparklers in a mortar.
"What," I say, "couldn't have done before?" It's time to go, and you're busy!
- Yes, I did before, only, probably, I put a little sulfur. They hiss, smoke, but do not burn.
“Come on, it won’t work anyway.”
- No, now, probably, it will come out. You just need to add more sulfur. Give me an aluminum pan, over there on the windowsill.
Where is the saucepan? It's just a frying pan, I say.
- A frying pan?.. Eh, you! Yes, this is the former pan. Give her here.
I handed him the frying pan, and he began to scrape it around the edges with a file.
- It's you, so the pan has turned into a frying pan? I ask.
“Well, yes,” says Mishka. - I sawed it with a file, sawed it, so it became a frying pan. Well, nothing, a frying pan is also needed on the farm.
- What did your mother say to you?
- She didn't say anything. She hasn't seen it yet.
- When will he see it?
- Well, well ... He will see so he will see. When I grow up, I'll buy her a new pan.
"It's a long wait for you to grow up!"
- Nothing.
Mishka scraped sawdust, poured out the powder from the mortar, poured glue, stirred it all, so that he got a dough like putty. From this putty he made long sausages, wound them on iron wires and laid them out on plywood to dry.
- Well, - he says, - they will dry up - and they will be ready, they just need to hide from Druzhok.
Why hide from him?
- It will gobble up.
- How - gobble up? Do dogs eat sparklers?
- I do not know. Others may not eat, but Druzhok does. Once I left them to dry, I go in - and he gnaws them. I guess I thought it was candy.
Well, put them in the oven. It's warm there, and Druzhok won't get it.
You can't use the oven either. Once I hid them in the oven, and my mother came and flooded them - they burned down. I’d better put them on the closet,” says Mishka.
Mishka climbed onto a chair and put the plywood on the cabinet.
“You know what Druzhok is,” says Mishka. “He always grabs my things!” Remember, he dragged my left shoe in, so we couldn't find him anywhere. Then I had to walk in felt boots for three days, until other shoes were bought. It's warm outside, and I walk around in felt boots, as if frostbitten! And then, when we bought other shoes, we threw away this shoe, which was the only one left, because who needs it - one shoe! And when they threw it away, the boot that was lost was found. It turned out that Druzhok dragged him into the kitchen under the stove. Well, we threw that shoe away too, because if the first one had not been thrown away, then the second one would not have been thrown away, and since the first one was thrown away, then the second one would also be thrown away. So they both threw it out.
I say:
"Enough talking!" Get dressed, you have to go.
The bear got dressed, we took an ax and rushed to the station. And then the train just left, so we had to wait for another one. Well, nothing, wait, let's go. We drove, we drove, we finally arrived. We got off at Gorelkino and went straight to the forester. He gave us a receipt for two Christmas trees, showed us a plot where it was allowed to cut down, and we went into the forest. There are a lot of Christmas trees around, only Mishka didn’t like them all.
“I’m such a person,” he boasted, “if I went to the forest, I’ll cut down the best Christmas tree, otherwise it’s not worth going.”
We climbed into the thicket.
“We need to cut quickly,” I say. “Soon it will get dark.”
- Why cut when there is nothing to cut!
- Yes, - I say - a good Christmas tree.
The bear looked at the Christmas tree from all sides and says:
“She’s good, of course, but not quite. To tell the truth, not at all good: short.
- How is it - curly?
- The top is short. I don’t need such a Christmas tree for nothing!
We found another tree.
“And this one is lame,” says Mishka.
- How - limping?
- Yes, lame. You see, her leg is bent at the bottom.
- Which leg?
- Well, the trunk.
- Trunk! That's what I would say! We found another tree.
“Bald,” says Mishka.
- You're bald! How can this tree be bald?
Of course, bald! You see how sparse she is, everything shines through. One trunk is visible. Just not a Christmas tree, but a stick!
And so all the time: now bald, then lame, then some other!
- Well, - I say, - to listen to you - you won’t cut down the Christmas tree until nightfall!
I found a suitable Christmas tree for myself, cut down and gave the ax to Mishka:
“Hurry up, we have to go home.”
And he seemed to undertake to search the whole forest. Already I asked him and scolded him - nothing helped. Finally, he found a Christmas tree to his liking, cut it down, and we went back to the station. We walked and walked, but the forest never ends.
Maybe we're going in the wrong direction? Mishka says.
We went to the other side. They walked, walked - all the forest and the forest! This is where it starts to get dark. We're going to turn one way, then the other. Completely lost.
“You see,” I say, “what you have done!”
— What have I done? It's not my fault that evening came so soon.
- And how many trees did you choose? And how much did you spend at home? I'll have to spend the night in the forest because of you!
- What you! Mishka got scared. “The boys are coming today. We must find a way.
It soon got completely dark. The moon sparkled in the sky. Black tree trunks stood around like giants. We could see wolves behind every tree. We stopped and were afraid to go forward.
- Let's scream! Mishka says. Here we how to scream together:
"Ay!" echo answered.
- Ay! Whoa! We shouted again with all our might.
“Ay! Aw!" echo repeated.
“Perhaps we should not shout?” Mishka says.
- Why?
- More wolves will hear and come running.
There are probably no wolves here.
- And suddenly there is! We'd better go soon.
I say:
“Let’s go straight, otherwise we won’t get out on the road.”
We went again. The bear looked around and asked:
- And what to do when wolves attack if there is no gun?
“Throw burning firebrands at them,” I say.
— And where to get them, these firebrands?
- Make a fire - here's the firebrands for you.
- Do you have matches?
Can they climb a tree?
Yes, wolves.
— Wolves? No, they can't.
“Then, if the wolves attack us, we will climb a tree and sit until the morning.
- What you! Can you sit on a tree until the morning!
- Why don't you sit?
- Freeze and fall.
Why are you freezing? We're not cold.
We are not cold because we are moving, but if you try to sit on a tree without moving, you will immediately freeze.
Why sit still? - says Mishka. - You can sit and kick your legs.
“You’ll get tired - the whole night on the tree with your legs to jerk!”
We tore through thick bushes, stumbled over tree stumps, drowned knee-deep in snow. Walking became harder and harder.
We are very tired.
Let's drop the trees! I say.
"Sorry," Misha says. The guys are coming to see me today. How will I be without a Christmas tree?
- Here we ourselves, - I say, - get out! What else to think about Christmas trees!
“Wait,” says Mishka. “One must go forward and tread the road, then it will be easier for the other.” We will take turns changing.
We stopped, rested. Then Mishka went ahead, and I followed him. We walked, we walked ... I stopped to shift the tree to the other shoulder. I wanted to go further, I look - there is no Mishka! He disappeared, as if he had fallen into the ground along with his Christmas tree.
- Bear!
And he doesn't answer.
- Bear! Hey! Where are you going?
No answer.
I went carefully forward, I look - and there is a cliff! I nearly fell off a cliff. I see something dark moving down below.
- Hey! Is that you, Mishka?
- I! I feel like I've rolled down a mountain!
Why don't you answer? I'm screaming, screaming...
- Answer here when I hurt my leg!
I went down to it, and there is a road. The bear sits in the middle of the road and rubs his knee with his hands.
- What happened to you?
- I hurt my knee. The leg, you know, turned up.
- Painfully?
- Painfully! I'll sit.
“Well, let’s sit down,” I say.
We sat down with him in the snow. We sat, we sat, until the cold hit us. I say:
- You can freeze here! Maybe we can go down the road? She will lead us somewhere: either to the station, or to the forester, or to some village. Do not freeze in the forest!
Mishka wanted to get up, but immediately groaned and sat down again.
“I can't,” he says.
- What to do now? Let me carry you on my back, I say.
— Will you bring it?
- Let's try.
The bear got up and started climbing onto my back. Grunted, grunted, climbed by force. Heavy! I doubled over in three deaths.
- Well, take it! Mishka says.
I just walked a few steps, slipped, and fell into the snow.
- Ai! shouted Mishka. “My leg hurts, and you are throwing me into the snow!”
"I didn't do it on purpose!"
- You wouldn't take it if you can't!
- Woe to me with you! - I say. - Either you were fiddling with sparklers, then you were choosing a Christmas tree until dark, and now you’ve got hurt ... You’ll disappear here with you!
- You can't get lost!
- How not to disappear?
- Go alone. This is all my fault. I persuaded you to go for the trees.
“Well, should I leave you?
“So what? I will come alone. I'll sit, my leg will pass - I'll go.
- Yah you! I won't go anywhere without you. We came together, we must return together. We have to come up with something.
- What do you think?
- Maybe make a sled? We have an axe.
- How do you make a sled out of an ax?
Still no nails.
“We need to think,” I say.
And began to think. And Mishka is still sitting in the snow. I dragged a Christmas tree to him and say:
- You'd better sit on the Christmas tree, otherwise you'll catch a cold.
He sat down on the tree. Then a thought came to my mind.
“Mishka,” I say, “what if we take you on a Christmas tree?”
- How - on the Christmas tree?
And like this: you sit, and I will drag the trunk. Well, hold on!
I grabbed the tree by the trunk and dragged it. What a clever idea! The snow on the road is hard, rolled, the Christmas tree easily walks on it, and the Bear on it is like on a sled!
- Amazing! I say. - Come on, hold the axe.
I gave him the axe. The bear sat down comfortably, and I took him along the road. Soon we got to the edge of the forest and immediately saw the lights.
- Bear! - I say. - Station!
From afar, the sound of a train could be heard.
“Hurry!” says Mishka. “We'll miss the train!”
I ran with all my might. Bear screams:
- Pull it up some more! We'll be late!
The train was already pulling into the station. This is where we got stuck. We run to the car. I planted Mishka. The train started moving, I jumped on the bandwagon and dragged the Christmas tree behind me. Passengers in the car began to scold us for the fact that the Christmas tree is prickly. Someone asked:
- Where did you get such a tattered Christmas tree?
We began to tell what happened to us in the forest. Then everyone began to feel sorry for us. One aunt sat Mishka on a bench, a felt boot shone from him and examined his leg.
"Nothing terrible," she said. "Just a bruise."
“And I thought I broke my leg, it hurt so much,” says Mishka.
Someone said:
- Nothing, before the wedding will heal!
Everyone laughed. One aunt gave us a pie, and the other gave us sweets. We were happy because we were very hungry.
- What are we going to do now? - I say. - We have one Christmas tree for two.
“Give it to me for today,” Mishka says, “and that’s it.”
- How is it - with the end? I dragged it through the whole forest, and even carried you on it, and now I myself will be left without a Christmas tree?
- So you give it to me only for today, and tomorrow I will return it back to you.
- Pretty, - I say, - business! All the guys have a holiday, but I won’t even have a Christmas tree!
“Well, you understand,” says Mishka, “the guys will come to me today!” What will I do without a tree?
- Well, show them your sparklers. What, the guys didn’t see the Christmas tree?
So the sparklers probably won't burn. I've done them twenty times already - nothing happens. One smoke, and more!
And maybe it will work?
No, I won't even mention it. Maybe the guys have already forgotten.
- No, you haven't forgotten! There was no need to brag.
“If I had a Christmas tree,” says Mishka, “I would write something about sparklers and somehow get out, but now I just don’t know what to do.”
“No,” I say, “I can’t give you the Christmas tree. I have never had a year like this without a Christmas tree.
- Well, be a friend, help me out! You have saved me more than once!
“Well, should I always help you out?”
Well, for the last time! I'll give you whatever you want for it. Take my skis, skates, magic lantern, stamp album. You know what I have. Choose whatever.
“Good,” I said. “If so, give me your Buddy.”
The mouse thought. He turned away and was silent for a long time. Then he looked at me - his eyes were sad - and said:
- No, I can't give Druzhka away.
- Here you go! He said "anything" and now...
- I forgot about Druzhok ... When I spoke, I thought about things. But Druzhok is not a thing, he is alive.
“So what? Simple dog! If only he were purebred.
“It’s not his fault that he’s not purebred!” Still, he loves me. When I'm not at home, he thinks about me, and when I come, he rejoices and waves his tail ... No, let it be! Let the guys laugh at me, but I won’t part with Druzhok, even if you gave me a whole mountain of gold!
“Well, okay,” I say, “then take the Christmas tree for nothing.
- Why donate? Since I promised any thing, take any thing. Do you want me to give you a magic lantern with all the pictures? You really wanted to have a magic lantern.
No, I don't need a magic lantern. Take it like this.
“You worked so hard for the Christmas tree—why give it away for nothing?
- Well, let! I need nothing.
“Well, I don’t need it for nothing,” says Mishka.
“So it’s not quite for nothing,” I say. Just like that, for the sake of friendship. Friendship is more precious than a magic lantern! Let this be our common Christmas tree.
While we were talking, the train approached the station. We didn't notice how we arrived. Mishka's leg stopped hurting at all. He was only limping a little when we got off the train.
First I ran home so that my mother would not worry, and then I rushed to Mishka to decorate our common Christmas tree.
The Christmas tree was already in the middle of the room, and Mishka was sealing the torn places with green paper. We had not yet finished decorating the Christmas tree, when the guys began to gather.
- What are you, called to the Christmas tree, but you yourself did not even decorate it! they were offended.
We began to talk about our adventures, and Mishka even lied that we were attacked by wolves in the forest and we hid from them on a tree. The guys did not believe and began to laugh at us. Mishka first assured them, and then waved his hand and began to laugh himself. Mishka's mom and dad went to celebrate the New Year to the neighbors, and for us mom prepared a big round pie with jam and various other delicious things so that we could also have a good New Year.
We were alone in the room. The guys were not shy about anyone and almost walked on their heads. Never have I heard such a noise! And Mishka made the most noise. Well, I understood why he was so pissed off. He tried so that one of the guys did not remember about sparklers, and invented more and more new tricks.
Then we lit multi-colored electric bulbs on the Christmas tree, and then suddenly the clock began to strike twelve o'clock.
- Hooray! shouted Mshpka. "Happy New Year!"
- Hooray! - the guys picked up. - Happy New Year! Ur-ah!
Mishka already believed that everything ended well, and shouted:
- And now sit down at the table, guys, there will be tea with a pie!
- Where are the sparklers? someone shouted.
— Bengal lights? Mishka was taken aback. - They're not ready yet.
- What are you, called to the Christmas tree, said that there would be sparklers ... This is a hoax!
- Honestly, guys, there is no deception! There are sparklers, only they are still damp ...
- Come on, show me. Maybe they are already dry. Or maybe there are no sparklers?
The bear reluctantly climbed onto the cupboard and almost fell out of there along with the sausages. They have already dried up and turned into hard sticks.
- Here you go! the guys shouted. - Completely dry! What are you deceiving!
- It only seems so, - Mishka justified himself. - They need to dry for a long time. They won't burn.
- And now we'll see! the guys shouted.
They grabbed all the sticks, bent the wires with hooks and hung them on the Christmas tree.
“Wait, guys,” Mishka shouted, “we need to check first!”
But no one listened to him.
The guys took matches and lit all the sparklers at once.
Then there was a hiss, as if the whole room was filled with snakes. The guys jumped to the side. Suddenly the sparklers flared up, sparkled and scattered all around in fiery splashes. It was fireworks! No, what kind of fireworks are there - the northern lights! Eruption! The whole Christmas tree shone and sprinkled around with silver. We stood as if spellbound and looked with all eyes.
Finally, the fires burned down, and the whole room was filled with some kind of acrid, suffocating smoke. The children started sneezing, coughing, rubbing their eyes with their hands. We all rushed into the corridor in a crowd, but the smoke from the room poured after us. Then the guys began to grab their coats and hats and began to disperse.
- Guys, what about tea and cake? Mishka yelled.
But no one paid any attention to him. The guys coughed, dressed and dispersed. The bear clung to me, took my hat away and shouted:
- Don't even go away! Stay at least for the sake of friendship! Let's have tea and cake!
Mishka and I were left alone. The smoke gradually dissipated, but it was still impossible to enter the room. Then Mishka covered his mouth with a wet handkerchief, ran to the pie, grabbed it and dragged it into the kitchen.
The kettle was already boiling, and we began to drink tea with a pie. The pie was delicious, with jam, but it was still soaked with smoke from sparklers. But it's nothing. Mishka and I ate half the pie, and Druzhok finished the other half.
You read the online story of Nikolai N Nosov: Bengal lights: text from the book. You can read all the works (Nosov's stories for children, fairy tales) in full, according to the content on the right.
Nosov writes for children. But adults also read it. He perfectly comprehended the psychology of the "boy". No longer a child, but not yet a youth. Namely, a boy. And all this is more interesting, more exciting than in many books about adults. Nikolai Nikolaevich Nosov devoted thirty years of his writing to children's literature. Nosov is a smart, thoughtful writer with humor, the author of truly classic books, fairy tales, stories, each of which shines like a bright pearl in the casket of our children's literature.
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Nikolai Nikolaevich Nosov, a writer and playwright, from whose pen many children's stories came out, as well as everyone's favorite fairy tales "Dunno in a Sunny City", "Dunno in the Moon" and others, is known to many. He was born in 1908 in Kyiv, in the family of a variety artist. The childhood of the future author of wonderful books was spent in Irpin, where he studied at the gymnasium. The family was in need, and to help, the boy was already working from the age of fourteen: as a mower, and a newspaper merchant, and a digger.
After the revolution of 1917, the gymnasium was reorganized into a seven-year school. Nikolai graduated from it in 1924 and began to think about how to decide on a future profession.
Whatever the young man was fond of: both chemistry, and was eager to study at an evening vocational school, preparing to enter a polytechnic university. However, he suddenly changed his mind. And the choice of Nicholas was influenced by entering the Kyiv Art Institute at the age of nineteen. Photography, cinematography, two years later transfer to the Institute of Cinematography in Moscow, work on animated, scientific and educational films as a director - all this is the creative path of a talented person who was to become a professional writer in the future.
The first children's stories came out from the pen of Nikolai Nosov in 1938. After World War II, he became a recognized author of children's literature.
Adventures of Dunno and his friends
This is a well-known fairy tale, which appeared thanks to the intensive work of the author. A kind and cheerful story with its legendary characters living in a flower city: Dunno, Znayka, Dr. Pilyulkin, mechanics Vintik and Shpuntik, musician and artist Tube and Tsvetik, culinary lovers Donut and Syrupchik, astronomer Steklyashkin. The rest of the characters, whose names speak for themselves, are also very entertaining: the twins Avoska and Neboska, Toropyzhka, Grumpy.
The idea of creating a work came to Nikolai Nosov in 1952, when he talked with a young Ukrainian writer Bogdan Chaly, who at that time was the editor of the Ukrainian magazine Barvinok.
The stories of Nikolai Nosov "Live Hat", "Gardener", "Cucumbers", "Patch", "Mishkina porridge" were first published in the magazine "Murzilka", and later included in a collection published in 1945 which was called "Knock-knock- here." A year later, thanks to the joint work of the author and the publishing house "Detgiz", the collection "Steps" appeared.
Entertainers
This story, written by Nikolai Nosov in 1938, is still interesting to read not only for children, but also for adults. Now he is included in the school curriculum of the 2nd grade. After reviewing the summary, you can find out the reason for such popularity.
The story is written in the first person. “Valya and I are entertainers,” it says from the first lines. And immediately there is an interest: what will these cute children come up with? It turns out that they read the well-known fairy tale "Three Little Pigs" and decided to make themselves a similar house. Everything would be fine, but Valya decided to play a trick on her friend and grabbed his leg. Under the impression of a fairy tale, it seemed to the boy that it was none other than ... a gray wolf. The harmless game became the cause of fear for both children, because at first Valya was also frightened and did not admit to anything. They didn't play games like that anymore.
living hat
Have you ever seen a living hat? Probably not, but the story of the same name is known to many former and current schoolchildren. After all, it is also in textbooks.
Vovka and Vadik saw a moving hat near the chest of drawers on the floor. What started here! The boys ran out of the room, closed the door behind them, just trembling with fear. They could not understand what was happening: why an ordinary hat was crawling on the floor. They beat her with a stick, threw potatoes and, finally, their beloved kitten Vaska jumped out from under the hat. Of course, Vadik and Vova were surprised.
Mishkina porridge
That's what it means not to listen to the advice of parents! Mom taught, leaving for the city and leaving the children on the farm, how to cook porridge. She showed me everything: how much cereal to pour, and how to cook soup. But Misha imagined himself to be a cook and missed everything.
And when mom went on the road, trouble began. At first it seemed that everything was fine. The boy poured cereal into the pan, added water and they sit, waiting for the porridge to cook.
And she suddenly "climbed" out of the pan. The water has all boiled away. And I was so thirsty that I had to go to the well. Misha drowned both the bucket and the teapot; the fish they caught in the pond and tried to roast turned into coals. Friends went to bed hungry.
It’s good that in the morning the neighbor Aunt Natasha helped out: she fed us pies with cabbage and gave her milk to drink. In gratitude, the boys weeded all the weeds in her garden. But it is much easier than cooking porridge.
Vitya Maleev at school and at home
The story "Vitya Maleev at school and at home" was published thirty times (from 1951 to 1953) and translated into twenty-three languages. There is a 1978 edition with a circulation of five hundred thousand copies. In 1954, based on the story, the film "Two Friends" was filmed.
This is an interesting story about Vita Maleev and his friends: Van Pakhomov, Igor Grachev, Gleb Skameikin, Kostya Shishkin and others; about how the main character studied, about failures and successes in the lessons of the Russian language and mathematics, about the attitude of the teacher Olga Nikolaevna towards him; about sister Lika…
This is a story about friendship and mutual understanding; about the pranks of schoolchildren. Good, interesting and easy to read. As if you yourself are among wonderful inquisitive and active boys who have a whole life ahead of them.
Diary of Kolya Sinitsyn
This is also a fascinating work - a story for children. Kolya Sinitsyn decided to keep a diary. At first, nothing seemed to happen, but then memories of the events of the current days, of which one was more interesting than the other, began to fall into lines on paper.
And now Kolya writes about the proposal to breed bees with all his link; about the work that was going on when the hive was being built. And about how the bees were taken out, the protagonist of the work has many pages in his diary. After all, for the sake of this, friends went to the village of Shishigino and there, in nature, many adventures happened to them! The boys' dream of bees nevertheless came true, but not because they were trapped, as they wanted at first, but thanks to the kind beekeeper grandfather.
Alas, the boys, having arrived home, did not save the bees. This and much more is written on the following pages of Kolya's diary. You are interested? Then read the whole story.
sparklers
New Year is a special holiday, and even more so for children. The boys intensively prepared for it: they made toy decorations for the Christmas tree, glued paper garlands. And everything would be great if Mishka had not taken out the book "Entertaining Chemistry" and decided to make sparklers on her recommendation. This is where the adventure began. At first, nothing worked, and Misha detained a friend when they decided to go into the forest to get a Christmas tree. Further - more: having finally chosen a suitable tree, the boys got lost in the forest. In addition, Misha fell and badly hurt his leg. It's good that a friend guessed to take him to the station on a Christmas tree.
Everything ended happily, and at the height of the holiday, which was met by the children themselves, without their parents, the sparklers “scattered all around with fiery splashes”, only there was a lot of smoke. The guys dispersed in a hurry, no matter how they were persuaded. And Misha and his friend ate tea with a pie.
Patch
This story, written in 1941, also has another title, “Wonderful Trousers.” One weighty phrase can be singled out as the motto of the work: "The soldier himself must be able to do everything: put a patch and sew a button ..."
Bobka was very proud of his military khaki trousers, but one day he tore them. No matter how much I asked my mother to fix it, nothing worked. “Sew it up yourself,” she said. And so, after the ridicule of peers, the boy decided to take the needle in his hands. After a long hard work, he finally succeeded. Even friends praised. And Bobka concluded that everything needs to be learned by yourself.
cheerful family
Nikolai Nosov's instructive children's story about friendship will appeal to young readers who love nature. The main characters are Misha and Kolya. What they just didn’t invent: and finally, they decided to make a small incubator for eggs. Well, it was painstaking work, the boys spent a lot of effort. And even at night they were on duty so that the temperature for heating the eggs was exactly 39 degrees - no higher and no lower. Because of this, they started studying, but then they corrected themselves, thanks to classmates who, having learned about the secret of two true friends, decided to willingly help them.
Were the efforts of Kolya and Misha crowned with success? Did the chicks hatch? Yes, but before this guys had to worry a lot. But what a joy it was when a whole family of little yellow chickens finally came into the world.
buddy
This story is also about nature, and the main characters are the same Misha and Kolya, who came to the village to visit Aunt Natasha. Expanse was in the village - if you want - swim in the river and catch fish, if you want - pick berries. But the most important miracle happened when the dog Dianka gave birth to puppies. All day long the children played with these little dogs, and when, at the insistent request of Aunt Natasha, several were handed out, they had one puppy left, who was named Druzhok. And Misha decided to take him to the city without even asking his mother's permission. Well, the adventures were with the boys while they were carrying the dog on the train in a suitcase. To drown out Druzhok's voice while he was whining, the boys took turns reciting poems. Passengers had fun then! And then, when the boys had to leave at the station, it turned out that they did not take their suitcase, but the neighbors who were traveling with them in the car.
Fortunately, everything ended well. A new teacher, Nadezhda Viktorovna, came to the class where Kolya and Misha studied. It turned out that it was her suitcase that the boys took by mistake then. And the friend was found. He lived in this family, and already got used to the new owners. It was a pity for the girl Lena to part with the dog, but there was nothing to be done. But the boys promised her next year to give a little puppy.
Phone
Kolya and Misha bought two toy telephones in the store. If you connect them with wire, then you can, being in different apartments, talk to each other. This was an interesting activity for the boys. “The whole evening, Mishka and I called each other and invented different tricks: we sang, shouted, growled, mooed, even talked in a whisper - everything was heard,” the story says.
The white goose was a very important bird. He moved sedately, as if pre-considering each step. Never ran. Even on the dirtiest road he could pass without staining a single feather
Varka
In Evgeny Nosov's story "Varka" we are talking about a schoolgirl named Varka. She spends all her summer holidays at the collective farm poultry house and helps in raising ducks.
Happy family
The steam engine that Mishka and Kolka made exploded. The bear burned his hand with hot steam. Mom put ointment on his hand, and then threw the steam engine into the trash.
Vitya Maleev at school and at home
1951 Nikolai Nosov writes a story about younger teenagers "Vitya Maleev at school and at home." The essence of the plot of the text for children is that the main character, Vitya, experiences adventures in each chapter.
Diary of Kolya Sinitsyn
This work speaks of a boy named Kolya, who was a diligent and curious child. In the summer, when school was already over, the boy started a diary.
buddy
Two boys are going to their aunt's dacha. They do not want to return home early with their mother and persuade her to leave them with their aunt. Aunt's dog brought out 6 puppies. The guys decided to take one with them. Putting it in a suitcase, the boys go home by train.
living hat
A wonderful story about two mischievous boys who believed in miracles. Two friends Vadik and Vovka were once sitting at Vadik's house and painting a picture.
living flame
putty
Once, preparing the frames for the onset of winter, the glazier was covering up the cracks in the window. As soon as he left, two boys - Shura and Kostya, scraped off the putty and began to sculpt different animals from it.
Patch
The boy named Bobka had his favorite pants. He was very proud of them, boasted to the guys, called them soldiers, because they were of protective colors. No one else in the yard had such pants.
Entertainers
Petya and Valya love to invent various games, they consider themselves great entertainers. One day they read the tale of the three little pigs and began to play
Blot
In this story, the main character was the schoolboy Fedya. The boy adored to amuse his classmates, he especially preferred to do it in the classroom.
Red wine of victory
Doll
The story makes you think about the cruelty and indifference of people, about the reasons why a child, having matured, becomes despotic and soulless.
Underground
Once two children and their mother went to visit their aunt in Moscow. The aunt and mother of the children ordered the children to stay at home and look at the old photo album, while they themselves went shopping.
Policeman
Alik was always frightened by policemen, and he began to be afraid of them. Once Alik had a misfortune: he got lost and did not even understand how it happened. He went out into the yard, to the neighboring house, to the street, and then he could no longer find his way home.
Mishkina porridge
The main characters of the story are the guys Kolya and Misha. Kolya's mom has to leave for a couple of days. She believes that her son is already an adult, and therefore he can be left at home alone. In order for the boy to have what to eat, his mother teaches him how to cook porridge properly.
On the hill
All day the children built a snow hill in the yard. Having watered it abundantly with water, they ran to have lunch. Kotka Chizhov did not help them, he only watched what was happening from the window. But he wanted to ride, so when everyone left, he jumped out into the street
Dunno in Sunny City
The little shorty Dunno lived in the Flower City and was friends with little Button. They loved to dream together on fairy-tale themes. Without knowing it, Dunno did three good deeds
Dunno on the Moon
The work tells about the events that happened to the short men after they visited the Flower City. And it all starts with the fact that Znayka, along with two friends, was on the moon, and now he alone wanted to fly there.
gardeners
The story is told on behalf of the narrator, who, as part of a friendly team of boys, arrived at the pioneer camp. A counselor named Vitya informed them that everyone would be allocated plots for a vegetable garden.
cucumbers
The main characters are guys whose names are Pavlik and Kotka. One day the guys went fishing, but it was absolutely not a success. The boy was not lucky, they could not catch anything. Then the guys decided to return home.
Adventures of Dunno and his friends
The tale of Nikolai Nosov tells about a small wonderful town inhabited by tiny people. Because of their small stature, they received an affectionate name - shorties.
Adventures of Tolya Klyukvin
Tolya Klyukvin is a fourth grade student. The boy is very kind and sociable, so he has many friends. One day after school, Tolya decides to visit his good friend to play chess together.
Rainbow
The story of the ten-year-old Yevseyk and his faith in miracles. At the beginning of the story, one of the main characters arrives at the railway station at a late hour in search of a person who would deliver him to a nearby village.
steps
Noisy meadow fescue
In the summer, when haymaking was in full swing, a temporary camp of mowers grew on the banks of the Desna. Each family built small booths, and there was a common cauldron for everyone. Anfiska's hut was also here
