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V. Oseeva
Stories
Which is easier?
Three boys went into the forest. There are mushrooms, berries, birds in the forest. The boys went on a spree. We didn’t notice how the day passed. They go home - they are afraid:
It will hit us at home!
So they stopped on the road and thought what was better: to lie or to tell the truth?
“I’ll say,” says the first, “that a wolf attacked me in the forest.” The father will be afraid and will not scold.
“I’ll say,” says the second, “that I met my grandfather.” My mother will be happy and will not scold me.
“And I’ll tell the truth,” says the third. “It’s always easier to tell the truth, because it’s the truth and there’s no need to invent anything.”
So they all went home. As soon as the first boy told his father about the wolf, look, the forest guard is coming.
No, he says, there are wolves in these places.
The father got angry. For the first guilt I was angry, and for the lie - twice as angry.
The second boy told about his grandfather. And the grandfather is right there - coming to visit.
Mother found out the truth. For the first guilt I was angry, but for the lie I was twice as angry.
And the third boy, as soon as he arrived, immediately confessed to everything. His aunt grumbled at him and forgave him.
Badly
Obaka barked furiously, falling on her front paws. Right in front of her, pressed against the fence, sat a small, disheveled kitten. He opened his mouth wide and meowed pitifully. Two boys stood nearby and waited to see what would happen.
A woman looked out the window and hurriedly ran out onto the porch. She drove the dog away and angrily shouted to the boys:
Shame on you!
What's a shame? We didn't do anything! - the boys were surprised.
This is bad! - the woman answered angrily.
In the same house
or-there were in the same house a boy Vanya, a girl Tanya, a dog Barbos, a duck Ustinya and a chicken Boska.
One day they all went out into the yard and sat down on a bench: the boy Vanya, the girl Tanya, the dog Barbos, the duck Ustinya and the chicken Boska.
Vanya looked to the right, looked to the left, and raised his head up. Boring! He took it and pulled Tanya’s pigtail.
Tanya got angry and wanted to hit Vanya back, but he saw that the boy was big and strong.
She kicked Barbos. Barbos squealed, was offended, and bared his teeth. I wanted to bite her, but Tanya is the owner, you can’t touch her.
Barbos grabbed Ustinya's duck's tail. The duck became alarmed and smoothed its feathers. I wanted to hit Boska the chicken with its beak, but changed my mind.
So Barbos asks her:
Why don’t you, Ustinya the duck, hit Boska? He is weaker than you.
“I’m not as stupid as you,” the duck answers Barbos.
“There are people dumber than me,” says the dog and points to Tanya. Tanya heard.
And he’s dumber than me,” she says and looks at Vanya.
Vanya looked around, but there was no one behind him.
Who's the boss?
larger black dog name was Zhuk. Two pioneers, Kolya and Vanya, picked up the Beetle on the street. His leg was broken. Kolya and Vanya looked after him together, and when the Beetle recovered, each of the boys wanted to become his only owner. But they could not decide who the owner of the Beetle was, so their dispute always ended in a quarrel.
One day they were walking through the forest. The beetle ran ahead. The boys argued heatedly.
“My dog,” said Kolya, “I was the first to see the Beetle and picked him up!”
No, mine! - Vanya was angry. - I bandaged her paw and fed her. Nobody wanted to give in.
My! My! - both shouted.
Suddenly two huge shepherd dogs jumped out of the forester's yard. They rushed at the Beetle and knocked him to the ground. Vanya hastily climbed the tree and shouted to his comrade:
Save yourself!
But Kolya grabbed a stick and rushed to help Zhuk. The forester came running to the noise and drove his shepherds away.
Whose dog? - he shouted angrily.
“Mine,” said Kolya. Vanya was silent.
good
Yuri grew up in the morning. I looked out the window. The sun is shining. It's a good day.
And the boy wanted to do something good himself.
So he sits and thinks:
“What if my little sister was drowning and I saved her!”
And my sister is right here:
Take a walk with me, Yura!
Go away, don't stop me from thinking! My sister was offended and walked away. And Yura thinks:
“If only wolves attacked the nanny, and I would shoot them!”
And the nanny is right there:
Put away the dishes, Yurochka.
Clean it yourself - I have no time!
The nanny shook her head. And Yura thinks again:
“If only Trezorka fell into a well, and I would pull him out!”
And Trezorka is right there. Tail wags:
“Give me a drink, Yura!”
Go away! Don't bother thinking! Trezorka closed his mouth and climbed into the bushes. And Yura went to his mother:
What good thing could I do? Mom stroked Yura’s head:
Take a walk with your sister, help the nanny put away the dishes, give Trezor some water.
On the rink
It was a sunny day. The ice sparkled. There were few people at the skating rink. The little girl, with her arms outstretched comically, rode from bench to bench. Two schoolchildren were tying up their skates and looking at Vitya. Vitya performed different tricks - sometimes he rode on one leg, sometimes he spun around like a top.
Well done! - one of the boys shouted to him.
Vitya rushed around the circle like an arrow, made a dashing turn and ran into the girl. The girl fell. Vitya was scared.
“I accidentally...” he said, brushing snow off her fur coat. - Did you hurt yourself? The girl smiled:
Knee... Laughter was heard from behind.
“They're laughing at me!” - Vitya thought and turned away from the girl with annoyance.
What a surprise - a knee! What a crybaby! - he shouted, driving past the schoolchildren.
Come to us! - they called.
Vitya approached them. Holding hands, all three merrily slid across the ice. And the girl sat on the bench, rubbed her bruised knee and cried.
Three comrades
Itya lost his breakfast. During the big break, all the guys were having breakfast, and Vitya stood on the sidelines.
Why do not you eat? - Kolya asked him.
I lost my breakfast...
“It’s bad,” said Kolya, biting off a large piece of white bread. - There’s still a long way to go until lunch!
Where did you lose it? - Misha asked.
I don’t know...” Vitya said quietly and turned away.
You probably carried it in your pocket, but you should put it in your bag,” said Misha. But Volodya didn’t ask anything. He walked up to Vita, broke a piece of bread and butter in half and handed it to his comrade:
Take it, eat it!
sons
All the women took water from the well. A third approached them. And the old man sat down on a pebble to rest.
Here's what one woman says to another:
My son is dexterous and strong, no one can handle him.
Why don't you tell me about your son? - her neighbors ask her.
What can I say? - says the woman. - There’s nothing special about it.
So the women collected full buckets and left. And the old man is behind them. Women walk and stop. My hands hurt, the water splashes, my back hurts.
Suddenly three boys run out towards us.
One of them somersaults over his head, walks like a cartwheel, and the women admire him.
He sings another song, sings like a nightingale - the women listen to him.
And the third ran up to his mother, took the heavy buckets from her and dragged them.
The women ask the old man:
Well? What are our sons like?
Where are they? - the old man answers. - I only see one son!
blue leaves
Katya had two green pencils. And Lena has none. So Lena asks Katya:
Give me green pencil. And Katya says:
I'll ask my mom.
The next day both girls come to school. Lena asks:
Did your mom allow it?
And Katya sighed and said:
Mom allowed it, but I didn’t ask my brother.
Well, ask your brother again,” says Lena.
Katya arrives the next day.
Well, did your brother allow it? - Lena asks.
My brother allowed me, but I'm afraid you'll break your pencil.
“I’m careful,” says Lena. “Look,” says Katya, “don’t fix it, don’t press hard, don’t put it in your mouth.” Don't draw too much.
Interesting short educational stories by Valentina Oseeva for children of senior preschool and primary school age.
OSEEVA. BLUE LEAVES
Katya had two green pencils. And Lena has none. So Lena asks Katya:
Give me a green pencil. And Katya says:
I'll ask my mom.
The next day both girls come to school. Lena asks:
Did your mom allow it?
And Katya sighed and said:
Mom allowed it, but I didn’t ask my brother.
Well, ask your brother again,” says Lena. Katya arrives the next day.
Well, did your brother allow it? - Lena asks.
My brother allowed me, but I'm afraid you'll break your pencil.
“I’m careful,” says Lena.
Look, says Katya, don’t fix it, don’t press hard, don’t put it in your mouth. Don't draw too much.
“I just need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass,” says Lena.
“That’s a lot,” says Katya, and her eyebrows frown. And she made a dissatisfied face. Lena looked at her and walked away. I didn't take a pencil. Katya was surprised and ran after her:
Well, what are you doing? Take it!
No need,” Lena answers. During the lesson the teacher asks:
Why, Lenochka, are the leaves on your trees blue?
There is no green pencil.
Why didn't you take it from your girlfriend? Lena is silent. And Katya blushed like a lobster and said:
I gave it to her, but she doesn’t take it. The teacher looked at both:
You have to give so that you can take.
OSEEVA. BADLY
The dog barked furiously, falling on its front paws. Right in front of her, pressed against the fence, sat a small, disheveled kitten. He opened his mouth wide and meowed pitifully. Two boys stood nearby and waited to see what would happen.
A woman looked out the window and hurriedly ran out onto the porch. She drove the dog away and angrily shouted to the boys:
Shame on you!
What's a shame? We didn't do anything! - the boys were surprised.
This is bad! - the woman answered angrily.
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OSEEVA. WHAT YOU CAN'T DO, WHAT YOU CAN'T
One day mom said to dad:
And dad immediately spoke in a whisper.
No way! What is not allowed is not allowed!
OSEEVA. GRANDMOTHER AND GRANDDAUGHTER
Mom brought Tanya a new book.
Mom said:
When Tanya was little, her grandmother read to her; Now Tanya is already big, she herself will read this book to her grandmother.
Sit down, grandma! - Tanya said. - I'll read you a story.
Tanya read, grandmother listened, and mother praised both:
That's how smart you are!
OSEEVA. THREE SONS
The mother had three sons - three pioneers. Years have passed. War broke out. A mother saw off three sons - three fighters - to war. One son beat the enemy in the sky. Another son beat the enemy on the ground. The third son beat the enemy at sea. Three heroes returned to their mother: a pilot, a tanker and a sailor!
OSEEVA. TANNINS ACHIEVEMENTS
Every evening, dad took a notebook and pencil and sat down with Tanya and grandmother.
Well, what are your achievements? - he asked.
Dad explained to Tanya that achievements are all the good and useful things a person has done in a day. Dad carefully wrote down Tanya's achievements in a notebook.
One day he asked, holding his pencil ready as usual:
Well, what are your achievements?
Tanya was washing the dishes and broke a cup,” said the grandmother.
Hm... - said the father.
Dad! - Tanya begged. - The cup was bad, it fell on its own! There is no need to write about it in our achievements! Just write: Tanya washed the dishes!
Fine! - Dad laughed. - Let's punish this cup so that next time, when washing dishes, the other one will be more careful!
OSEEVA. WATCHMAN
There were a lot of toys in the kindergarten. Clockwork locomotives ran along the rails, airplanes hummed in the room, and elegant dolls lay in strollers. The guys all played together and everyone had fun. Only one boy did not play. He collected a whole bunch of toys near him and protected them from the children.
My! My! - he shouted, covering the toys with his hands.
The children did not argue - there were enough toys for everyone.
We play so well! How much fun we have! - the boys boasted to the teacher.
But I am bored! - the boy shouted from his corner.
Why? - the teacher was surprised. - You have so many toys!
But the boy could not explain why he was bored.
Yes, because he is not a player, but a watchman, the children explained for him.
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OSEEVA. COOKIE
Mom poured cookies onto a plate. Grandma clinked her cups merrily. Everyone sat down at the table. Vova pulled the plate towards him.
“Deli one at a time,” Misha said sternly.
The boys poured all the cookies onto the table and divided them into two piles.
Smooth? - Vova asked.
Misha looked at the crowd with his eyes:
Exactly... Grandma, pour us some tea!
Grandma served tea to both of them. It was quiet at the table. The piles of cookies were quickly shrinking.
Crumbly! Sweet! - Misha said.
Yes! - Vova responded with his mouth full.
Mom and grandmother were silent. When all the cookies were eaten, Vova took a deep breath, patted himself on the stomach and crawled out from behind the table. Misha finished the last bite and looked at his mother - she was stirring the unstarted tea with a spoon. He looked at his grandmother - she was chewing a crust of black bread...
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OSEEVA. OFFENDERS
Tolya often came running from the yard and complained that the guys were hurting him.
“Don’t complain,” your mother once said, “you have to treat your comrades better yourself, then your comrades won’t offend you!”
Tolya went out onto the stairs. On the playground, one of his offenders, the neighbor boy Sasha, was looking for something.
“My mother gave me a coin for bread, but I lost it,” he explained gloomily. - Don’t come here, otherwise you’ll trample!
Tolya remembered what his mother told him in the morning and hesitantly suggested:
Let's look together!
The boys began to search together. Sasha was lucky: a silver coin flashed under the stairs in the very corner.
Here she is! - Sasha was delighted. - She got scared of us and found herself! Thank you. Go out into the yard. The guys will not be touched! Now I’m just running for bread!
He slid down the railing. From the dark flight of stairs came cheerfully:
You-ho-di!..
OSEEVA. NEW TOY
Uncle sat down on the suitcase and opened his notebook.
Well, what should I bring to whom? - he asked.
The guys smiled and moved closer.
I need a doll!
And I have a car!
And a crane for me!
And for me... And for me... - The guys vied with each other to order, my uncle took notes.
Only Vitya sat silently on the sidelines and didn’t know what to ask... At home, his entire corner is littered with toys... There are carriages with a steam locomotive, and cars, and cranes... Everything, everything the guys asked for, Vitya has had it for a long time... He doesn’t even have anything to wish for... But his uncle will bring it to every boy and every girl new toy, and only he, Vitya, will not bring anything...
Why are you silent, Vityuk? - asked my uncle.
Vitya sobbed bitterly.
I... have everything... - he explained through tears.
OSEEVA. MEDICINE
The little girl's mother got sick. The doctor came and saw that mom was holding her head with one hand and tidying up her toys with the other. And the girl sits on her chair and commands:
Bring me the cubes!
The mother picked up the cubes from the floor, put them in a box, and gave them to her daughter.
What about the doll? Where's my doll? - the girl screams again.
The doctor looked at this and said:
Until her daughter learns to tidy up her toys herself, mom will not recover!
OSEEVA. WHO PUNISHED HIM?
I offended my friend. I pushed a passerby. I hit the dog. I was rude to my sister. Everyone left me. I was left alone and cried bitterly.
Who punished him? - asked the neighbor.
“He punished himself,” my mother answered.
OSEEVA. WHO IS THE OWNER?
The big black dog's name was Zhuk. Two boys, Kolya and Vanya, picked up the Beetle on the street. His leg was broken. Kolya and Vanya looked after him together, and when the Beetle recovered, each of the boys wanted to become his only owner. But they could not decide who the owner of the Beetle was, so their dispute always ended in a quarrel.
One day they were walking through the forest. The beetle ran ahead. The boys argued heatedly.
“My dog,” said Kolya, “I was the first to see the Beetle and picked him up!”
No, my, - Vanya was angry, - I bandaged her paw and carried tasty morsels for her!
Short stories by Valentina Aleksandrovna Oseeva are suitable for preschoolers to read independently. And adults will read them to children who cannot read.
Valentina Oseeva has a lot interesting books, including short stories, designed for young listeners. Small stories are easier for modern children to understand. They are remembered better. They can be retold. Short stories good for mastering different techniques for working with text.
But the most pleasant thing is to sit next to your mother reading a book.
Stories by Valentina Oseeva
What is not allowed is not possible
One day mom said to dad:
And dad immediately spoke in a whisper.
No way! What is not allowed is not allowed!
Grandmother and granddaughter
Mom brought Tanya a new book.
Mom said:
– When Tanya was little, her grandmother read to her; Now Tanya is already big, she herself will read this book to her grandmother.
- Sit down, grandma! - Tanya said. – I’ll read you a story.
Tanya read, grandmother listened, and mother praised both:
- That's how smart you are!
Three sons
The mother had three sons - three pioneers. Years have passed. War broke out. A mother saw off her three sons - three fighters - to war. One son beat the enemy in the sky. Another son beat the enemy on the ground. The third son beat the enemy at sea. Three heroes returned to their mother: a pilot, a tanker and a sailor!
Tannin achievements
Every evening, dad took a notebook and pencil and sat down with Tanya and grandmother.
- Well, what are your achievements? - he asked.
Dad explained to Tanya that achievements are all the good and useful things a person has done in a day. Dad carefully wrote down Tanya's achievements in a notebook.
One day he asked, holding his pencil ready as usual:
- Well, what are your achievements?
“Tanya was washing the dishes and broke a cup,” said the grandmother.
“Hm...” said the father.
- Dad! – Tanya begged. – The cup was bad, it fell on its own! There is no need to write about it in our achievements! Just write: Tanya washed the dishes!
- Fine! - Dad laughed. - Let's punish this cup so that next time, when washing dishes, the other one will be more careful!
Who is the stupidest?
Once upon a time there lived in the same house a boy Vanya, a girl Tanya, a dog Barbos, a duck Ustinya and a chicken Boska.
One day they all went out into the yard and sat down on a bench: the boy Vanya, the girl Tanya, the dog Barbos, the duck Ustinya and the chicken Boska.
Vanya looked to the right, looked to the left, and raised his head up. Boring! He took it and pulled Tanya’s pigtail.
Tanya got angry and wanted to hit Vanya back, but he saw that the boy was big and strong. She kicked Barbos. Barbos squealed, was offended, and bared his teeth. I wanted to bite her, but Tanya is the mistress, you can’t touch her. Barbos grabbed Ustinya's duck's tail. The duck became alarmed and smoothed its feathers. I wanted to hit Boska the chicken with its beak, but changed my mind.
So Barbos asks her:
- Why don’t you, Ustinya the duck, hit Boska? He is weaker than you.
“I’m not as stupid as you,” the duck answers Barbos.
“There are people dumber than me,” says the dog and points to Tanya.
Tanya heard.
“And he’s dumber than me,” she says and looks at Vanya.
Vanya looked around, but there was no one behind him.
Watchman
There were a lot of toys in the kindergarten. Clockwork locomotives ran along the rails, airplanes hummed in the room, and elegant dolls lay in strollers. The guys all played together and everyone had fun. Only one boy did not play. He collected a whole bunch of toys near him and protected them from the children.
- My! My! - he shouted, covering the toys with his hands.
The children did not argue - there were enough toys for everyone.
- How well we play! How much fun we have! – the boys boasted to the teacher.
- But I am bored! - the boy shouted from his corner.
- Why? – the teacher was surprised. – You have so many toys!
But the boy could not explain why he was bored.
“Yes, because he is not a gambler, but a watchman,” the children explained for him.
Cookie
Mom poured cookies onto a plate. Grandma clinked her cups merrily. Everyone sat down at the table. Vova pulled the plate towards him.
“Divide one at a time,” Misha said sternly.
The boys poured all the cookies onto the table and divided them into two piles.
- Exactly? – Vova asked.
Misha looked at the crowd with his eyes:
- Exactly... Grandma, pour us some tea!
Grandma served tea to both of them. It was quiet at the table. The piles of cookies were quickly shrinking.
- Crumbly! Sweet! - Misha said.
- Yes! – Vova responded with his mouth full.
Mom and grandmother were silent. When all the cookies were eaten, Vova took a deep breath, patted himself on the stomach and crawled out from behind the table. Misha finished the last bite and looked at his mother - she was stirring the unstarted tea with a spoon. He looked at his grandmother - she was chewing a crust of black bread...
Regular reading of short stories prepares preschool children with “clip” attention to perceive more information at school.
GRANDMOTHER AND GRANDDAUGHTER
(V. Oseeva)
Mom brought Tanya a new book.
Mom said:
— When Tanya was little, her grandmother read to her; Now Tanya is already big, she herself will read this book to her grandmother.
- Sit down, grandma! - Tanya said. - I'll read you a story.
Tanya read, grandmother listened, and mother praised both:
- That's how smart you are!
GIRL WITH A DOLL
(V. Oseeva)
Yura entered the bus and sat down in a child's seat. The lieutenant entered after Yura. Yura jumped up:
- Sit down please!
- Sit, sit! I'll sit here!
The lieutenant sat down behind Yura. An old woman walked up the steps. Yura wanted to offer her a place, but another boy beat him to it.
“It turned out ugly,” Yura thought and began to watch the door vigilantly.
A girl came in from the front platform. She was clutching a tightly folded flannel blanket, from which protruded a lace cap.
Yura jumped up:
- Sit down please!
The girl nodded her head, sat down and, opening the blanket, pulled out a large doll.
The passengers laughed, and Yura blushed.
“I thought she was a woman with a child,” he muttered embarrassedly.
The lieutenant patted him on the shoulder approvingly:
- Nothing, nothing! Girls also need to give way! Especially a girl with a doll!
WHO IS THE STUPIDEST
(V. Oseeva)
Once upon a time there lived in the same house a boy Vanya, a girl Tanya, a dog Barbos, a duck Ustinya and a chicken Boska.
One day they all went out into the yard and sat down on a bench - the boy Vanya, the girl Tanya, the dog Barbos, the duck Ustinya and the chicken Boska.
Vanya looked to the right, looked to the left, and raised his head up. Out of nothing to do, he took it and pulled Tanya’s pigtail. Tanya got angry and wanted to hit Vanya back, but he saw that the boy was big and strong.
And hit girl kicking Barbosa. Barbos squealed, was offended, and bared his teeth. Tanya is the owner, you can’t touch her. And Barbos grabbed Ustinya’s duck’s tail. The duck became alarmed and smoothed its feathers; I wanted to hit Boska the chicken with my beak, but I changed my mind. So Barbos asks her:
- Why don’t you, Ustinya the duck, hit Boska? He is weaker than you.
“I’m not as stupid as you,” the duck answers Barbos.
“There are people dumber than me,” says the dog and points to Tanya.
Tanya heard.
“And he’s dumber than me,” she says and looks at Vanya.
Vanya looked around - there was no one behind him.
“Am I really the stupidest of all?” - Vanya thought.
PAPA-TRACTOR DRIVERS
(V. Oseeva)
Vitin's dad is a tractor driver. Every evening, when Vitya goes to bed, dad gets ready to go to the field.
- Dad, take me with you! - Vitya asks.
“When you grow up, I’ll take it,” dad answers calmly.
And all spring, while dad’s tractor drives out to the fields, the same conversation takes place between Vitya and dad:
- Dad, take me with you!
- When you grow up, I’ll take it.
One day dad said:
“And aren’t you tired, Vitya, of asking for the same thing every day?”
“Aren’t you, dad, tired of answering me the same thing every time?” - Vitya asked.
- Tired of it! - Dad laughed and took Vitya with him to the field.
EVIL MOTHER AND GOOD AUNT
(V. Oseeva)
Dashenka had a mother and aunt. They both loved their girl, but they raised her differently.
Mom forced Dashenka to get up early, clean the room, and study homework. She taught her daughter to sew and embroider, to love work and not to be afraid of any work...
But my aunt didn’t force me to do anything; She herself solved problems for Dasha, and let the girl go into the forest with her friends for the whole day.
- I have evil mother and kind aunt! - Dashenka told her friends.
But the years passed, and so did my childhood. Dashenka grew up and went to work. People can’t boast enough about her - Dashenka has golden hands: no matter what she takes on, she’ll do it faster than anyone else...
- Who taught you to work like that? - women used to ask.
Dashenka will become sad and lower her head.
— My mother taught me, thanks to her.
And Dashenka won’t say anything about Aunt...
BUTTON
(V. Oseeva)
Tanya's button came off. Tanya spent a long time sewing it to her bra.
“And what, grandmother,” she asked, “do all boys and girls know how to sew on their buttons?”
“I don’t know, Tanyusha; Both boys and girls can tear off buttons, but grandmothers are increasingly left to sew them on.
- That's how it is! - Tanya said offended. - And you forced me, as if you weren’t a grandmother yourself!
WITH YOUR OWN HANDS
(V. Oseeva)
The teacher told the children what a wonderful life would be under communism, what flying satellite cities would be built, and how people would learn to change the climate at will, and southern trees would begin to grow in the north.
The teacher told a lot of interesting things, the children listened with bated breath.
When the guys left the class, one boy said:
“I would like to fall asleep and wake up under communism!”
- It is not interesting! - another interrupted him. “I would like to see with my own eyes how it will be built!”
“And I,” said the third boy, “would like to build all this with my own hands!”
MEDICINE
(V. Oseeva)
One little girl always told her mother: “Give it to me!” Bring it!”
One day my mother got sick and called the doctor, and at that time the girl was sitting on a chair and shouting:
- Mother! Give me the doll! Bring some milk!
The doctor heard and said:
“Until my daughter loses the habit of being in charge, mom will not recover.”
The girl was very scared. And from then on, whenever she needed something, she said:
- I myself! Me myself!
And mother soon recovered.
COOKIE
(V. Oseeva)
Mom poured cookies onto a plate. Grandma clinked her cups merrily. Vova and Misha sat down at the table.
“Do it one at a time,” Misha said sternly. The boys scooped all the cookies onto the table and laid them out in two piles.
- Exactly? - Vova asked. Misha looked at the group with his eyes.
- Exactly. Grandma, pour us some tea!
Grandmother served tea. It was quiet at the table.
The piles of cookies were quickly shrinking.
- Crumbly! Sweet! - Misha said.
- Yes! - Vova responded with his mouth full. Mom and grandmother were silent. When all the cookies were eaten, Vova took a deep breath, patted himself on the stomach and crawled out from behind the table.
Misha finished the last bite and looked at his mother - she was stirring the unstarted tea with a spoon. He looked at his grandmother - she was chewing a crust of bread...
VISITED
(V. Oseeva)
Valya did not come to class. Her friends sent Musya to her.
- Go and find out what’s wrong with her: maybe she’s sick, maybe she needs something?
Musya found Valya in bed. Valya was lying with her cheek bandaged.
- Oh, Valechka! - Musya said, sitting down on a chair. - You probably have gumboil! Oh, what a flux I had in the summer! It's a blast! And you know, grandma had just left, and mom was at work...
“My mother is also at work,” said Valya, holding her cheek. - And I need a lick...
- Oh, Valechka! They also gave me a rinse. And I felt better! It’s better as I rinse it! And a heating pad also helped me, hot, hot...
Valya perked up and nodded her head:
- Yes, yes, a heating pad... Musya, we have a kettle in the kitchen...
“Isn’t he the one making the noise?” No, it's probably rain!
Musya jumped up and ran to the window.
- That’s right - it’s raining! It's good that I came in galoshes! Otherwise you might catch a cold!
She ran into the hallway, stamped her feet for a long time, putting on her galoshes. Then, sticking her head through the door, she shouted:
— Get well, Valechka! I'll come to you again! I'll definitely come! Don't worry!
Valya sighed, touched the cold heating pad and began to wait for her mother.
- Well? What did she say? What does she need? - the girls asked Musya.
- Yes, she has the same gumboil as I had! - Musya said joyfully. - And she didn’t say anything! And only heating and rinsing help her!
THREE SONS
(V. Oseeva)
The mother had three sons - three pioneers. Years have passed. War broke out. Accompanying mother to war of three sons - three fighters. One son beat the enemy in the sky. Another son beat the enemy on the ground. The third son beat the enemy at sea. Three heroes returned to their mother: a pilot, a tanker and a sailor!
GREEDY MOTHER
(V. Oseeva)
When the boy was little, people said:
- This child has a greedy mother: she will never give him even candy without dividing it in half.
When the boy grew up, people said:
- This guy has a happy mother: he will never eat a piece without sharing it in half with her.
WHO PUNISHED HIM?
(V. Oseeva)
I offended my friend. I pushed a passerby. I hit the dog. I was rude to my sister. Everyone left me. I was left alone and cried bitterly.
- Who punished him? - asked the neighbor.
“He punished himself,” my mother answered.
WHAT YOU CAN'T DO, WHAT YOU CAN'T
(V. Oseeva)
One day mom said to dad:
And dad immediately spoke quietly.
No way! What is not allowed is not allowed!
OFFENDERS
(V. Oseeva)
Tolya often came running from the yard and complained that the guys were hurting him.
“Don’t complain,” my mother once said. “You have to treat your comrades better yourself, then your comrades won’t offend you!”
Tolya went out onto the stairs. On the playground, one of his offenders, the neighbor boy Sa-sha, was looking for something.
“My mother gave me a coin for bread, but I lost it,” he explained gloomily. - Don't come here, otherwise you'll trample!
Tolya remembered what his mother told him in the morning, and hesitantly suggested:
- Let's look together!
The boys began to search together. Sasha was lucky: a silver coin flashed under the stairs in the very corner.
- Here she is! - Sasha was happy. - She got scared of us and found herself. Thank you! Go out into the yard! The guys will not be touched! Now I’m just running for bread!
He slid down the railing. From the dark flight of stairs came a cheerful voice:
- You go!
WATCHMAN
(V. Oseeva)
There were a lot of toys in the kindergarten. Wind-up steam locomotives ran along the rails, airplanes hummed in the room, and elegant dolls lay in strollers. The guys all played together and everyone had fun. Only one boy did not play. He collected a whole bunch of toys near him and guarded them from the children.
- My! My! - he shouted, covering the toys with his hands.
The children did not argue - there were enough toys for everyone.
- How well we play! How much fun we had! — the boys boasted to the teacher.
- But I am bored! - the boy shouted from his corner.
- Why? — the teacher was surprised. -You have so many toys!
But the boy could not explain why he was bored.
“Yes, because he is not a gambler, but a watchman,” the children explained for him.
IMAGES
(V. Oseeva)
Katya had a lot of decals. At recess, Nyura sat down next to Katya and said with a sigh:
- You’re happy, Katya, everyone loves you! Both at school and at home...
Katya looked at her friend gratefully and said embarrassedly:
- And I can be very bad... I even feel it myself...
- Well, what are you talking about! What you! - Nyura waved her hands. “You’re very good, you’re the kindest in the class, you don’t regret anything... Ask another girl for something, she’ll never give it to you, but you don’t even need to ask... For example, transfers Pictures...
“Oh, pictures...” Katya drawled, pulled out an envelope from her desk, selected several pictures and placed them in front of Nyura. - I would have said so right away...
DUTY
(V. Oseeva)
Vanya brought a collection of stamps to class.
- Nice collection! - Petya approved and immediately said: “You know what, you have a lot of brands here that are exactly the same.” Give them to me, I will also start collecting. And on holidays, when my father gives me money, I will buy stamps and share them with you.
- Take it, of course! - Vanya agreed.
For the holidays, his father did not give Petya money, but bought him stamps himself. The stamps were very beautiful, but none were identical, and Petya was unable to repay his debt to his friend.
“I’ll give it to you later,” he said to Vanya.
- No need! I don't need these brands at all! I don’t even want to think about them! - Vanya waved his hands. - Let’s play with feathers instead!
He shook out a whole bunch of new feathers on the desk. They started playing. Petya was unlucky - he lost ten feathers. He frowned.
- I'm in your debt all around!
- What a duty! - says Vanya. - I was playing a joke with you!
Petya looked at his comrade from under his brows: he had a thick nose, freckles were scattered across his face, his eyes were kind of round...
“Why am I friends with him? - thought Petya. “I’m just accumulating debts.”
And he began to run from his friend. He is friends with other boys, but he himself has some kind of resentment towards Vanya.
He goes to bed and thinks:
“I’ll save some more stamps and give him the whole collection, and I’ll give him the feathers: instead of ten feathers, fifteen...”
But Vanya doesn’t even think about Petya’s debts. He is surprised that this happened to his friend.
He somehow approaches him and asks:
- Why are you looking sideways at me, Petya?
Petya couldn't stand it. He blushed all over and said rude things to his friend.
“You think you’re the only decent one... But others aren’t.” Do you think I need your stamps? Or did I not see any feathers?
Vanya backed away from his comrade, choked with insult, wanted to say something, and only waved his hand.
Petya begged his mother for money, bought feathers, grabbed his collection and ran to Vanya:
- Get all your debts in full! - I am joyful, my eyes are sparkling. - Nothing was missing from me!
“No, it’s gone,” says Vanya. “And you will never return what was lost to me!”
FEATHER
(V. Oseeva)
Misha had a new pen, and Fedya had an old one. When Misha went to the board, Fedya exchanged his pen for Mishino. Misha noticed this and asked during recess:
- Why did you take my feather?
- Just think, it’s incredible - a feather! - Fedya shouted. - I found something to reproach! Yes, I’ll bring you twenty of these feathers tomorrow!
- I don’t need twenty! And you have no right to do that! - Misha got angry.
The guys gathered around Misha and Fedya.
- Sorry for the feather! For your own comrade! - Fedya shouted. - Oh you!
Misha stood red and tried to tell how it happened:
Yes, I didn’t give it to you... You took it yourself... You exchanged...
But Fedya did not let him speak. He waved his arms and shouted to the whole class:
- Oh you! Greedy! None of the guys will hang out with you!
- Give him this feather, and that’s the end of it! - said one of the boys.
“Of course, give it back, since he’s like that...” others supported.
- Give it back! Don't mess with me! Nice goose! One feather raises a cry!
Misha flushed. Tears appeared in his eyes. Fedya hastily grabbed his hand. He pulled Mishino’s pen out of it and threw it on the desk:
- Here, take it! I started crying! Because of one feather!
The guys went their separate ways. Fedya also left. And Misha still sat and cried.
DREAMER
(V. Oseeva)
Yura and Tolya walked not far from the river bank.
“I wonder,” said Tolya, “how feats are accomplished?” I always dream about a great achievement!
“I don’t even think about it,” Yura answered and suddenly stopped...
Desperate cries for help were heard from the river. Both boys rushed to the call... Yura kicked off his shoes as he walked, threw his books aside and, reaching the shore, threw himself into the water.
And Tolya ran along the shore and shouted:
- Who called? Who was screaming? Who's drowning?
Meanwhile, Yura hardly dragged the crying baby ashore.
- Oh, here it is! That's who screamed! - Tolya was delighted. - Alive? Well, good! But if we hadn’t arrived in time, who knows what would have happened!
HAPPENING
(V. Oseeva)
Mom gave Kolya colored pencils.
One day his comrade Vitya came to Kolya.
- Let's draw!
Kolya put a box of pencils on the table. There were only three pencils: red, green and blue.
-Where are the others? - Vitya asked.
Kolya shrugged.
- Yes, I gave them away: my sister’s friend took the brown one - she needed to paint the roof of the house; I gave the pink and blue ones to one girl from our yard - she lost hers... And the black and yellow ones were taken from me by Petya - he just didn’t have enough of those...
- But you yourself were left without pencils! - the comrade was surprised. - Don't you need them?
- No, they are very necessary. But all these cases are such that it is impossible not to give!
Vitya took pencils from the box, turned them over in his hands and said:
- You’ll give it to someone anyway, so it’s better to give it to me! I don't have a single colored pencil!
Kolya looked at the empty box.
“Well, take it... since this is the case...” he muttered.
BUILDER
(V. Oseeva)
There was a mound of red clay in the yard. Squatting, the boys dug intricate passages in it and built a fortress. And suddenly they noticed another boy on the sidelines, who was also digging in the clay, dipping his red hands into a can of water and carefully coating the walls of the clay house.
- Hey, you, what are you doing there? - the boys called out to him.
- I'm building a house.
The boys came closer.
- What kind of house is this? It has crooked windows and a flat roof. Hey builder!
- Just move it and it will fall apart! - one boy shouted and kicked the house.
One wall collapsed.
- Oh you! Who builds something like this? - the boys shouted, destroying the freshly coated walls.
The builder sat silently and, clenching his fists, looked at the destruction of his house. He left only when the last wall collapsed.
And the next day the boys saw him in the same place. He again built his clay house and, dipping his red hands into the tin, carefully erected the second floor...
A little old man with a long gray beard was sitting on a bench and drawing something in the sand with an umbrella.
Move over,” Pavlik told him and sat down on the edge.
The old man moved and, looking at the boy’s red, angry face, said:
Did something happen to you?
Tanya and mom decorated the Christmas tree. Guests came to the Christmas tree. Tanya's friend brought a violin. Tanya’s brother came, a student at a vocational school. Two Suvorov officers and Tanya’s uncle came.
Yura and Tolya walked not far from the river bank.
It’s interesting,” said Tolya, “how these feats are accomplished?” I always dream of a feat!
“I don’t even think about it,” Yura answered and suddenly stopped...
Tanya and Masha were very friendly and always went to kindergarten together. First Masha came for Tanya, then Tanya came for Masha. One day, when the girls were walking down the street, it started to rain heavily. Masha was in a raincoat, and Tanya was in one dress. The girls ran.
I have friends: Misha, Vova and their mother. When mom is at work, I come in to check on the boys.
Hello! - both shout to me. - What did you bring us?
The pioneers went into the forest to buy nuts.
Two girlfriends climbed into a thick hazel tree and picked a basket full of nuts. They walk through the forest, and the blue bells nod their heads to them.
Katya had a lot of decals. At recess, Nyura sat down next to Katya and said with a sigh:
You are happy, Katya, everyone loves you! Both at school and at home...
I offended my friend. I pushed a passerby. I hit the dog. I was rude to my sister. Everyone left me. I was left alone and cried bitterly.
Who punished him? - asked the neighbor.
“He punished himself,” my mother answered.
The little girl's mother got sick. The doctor came and saw that mom was holding her head with one hand and tidying up her toys with the other. And the girl sits on her chair and commands:
Bring me the cubes!
The mother picked up the cubes from the floor, put them in a box, and gave them to her daughter.
What about the doll? Where's my doll? - the girl screams again.
The doctor looked at this and said:
Until her daughter learns to tidy up her toys herself, mom will not recover!
Tolya often came running from the yard and complained that the guys were hurting him.
“Don’t complain,” your mother once said, “you have to treat your comrades better yourself, then your comrades won’t offend you!”
Tanya's button came off. Tanya spent a long time sewing it to her bra.
“And what, grandmother,” she asked, “do all boys and girls know how to sew on their buttons?”
I don’t know, Tanyusha; Both boys and girls can tear off buttons, but grandmothers increasingly get to sew them on.
That's how it is! - Tanya said offended. - And you forced me, as if you weren’t a grandmother yourself!
The mother had three sons - three pioneers. Years have passed. War broke out. A mother saw off three sons - three fighters - to war. One son beat the enemy in the sky. Another son beat the enemy on the ground. The third son beat the enemy at sea. Three heroes returned to their mother: a pilot, a tanker and a sailor!
Mom brought Tanya a new book.
Mom said:
When Tanya was little, her grandmother read to her; Now Tanya is already big, she herself will read this book to her grandmother.
Sit down, grandma! - Tanya said. - I'll read you a story.
Tanya read, grandmother listened, and mother praised both:
That's how smart you are!
Vitin's dad is a tractor driver. Every evening, when Vitya goes to bed, dad gets ready to go to the field.
Dad, take me with you! - Vitya asks.
“When you grow up, I’ll take it,” dad answers calmly.
In the evening, Natasha and Musya decided to run to the river after breakfast.
What a place I know! - Natasha whispered, leaning over the headboard. - The water is clean, cool... Shallow and shallow! You won't drown! Just for those who can't swim.
The old teacher lived alone. His students and students grew up long ago, but did not forget their former teacher.
One day two boys came to him and said:
Our mothers sent us to help you with the housework.
It was the holidays severe frost. Moscow stood white and elegant; in the parks the frozen trees were curled with frost. Yura and Sasha ran from the skating rink. The frost pricked their cheeks and made its way through their mittens to their numb fingers.
The teacher told the children what a wonderful life would be under communism, what flying satellite cities would be built, and how people would learn to change the climate at will, and southern trees would begin to grow in the north...
There was a mound of red clay in the yard. Squatting, the boys dug intricate passages in it and built a fortress. And suddenly they noticed another boy on the sidelines, who was also digging in the clay, dipping his red hands into a can of water and carefully coating the walls of the clay house.
Slava and Vitya were sitting on the same desk.
The boys were very friendly and helped each other as best they could. Vitya helped Slava solve problems, and Slava made sure that Vitya wrote the words correctly and did not stain his notebooks with blots. One day they had a heated argument:
Misha had a new pen, and Fedya had an old one. When Misha went to the blackboard, Fedya exchanged his pen for Mishino’s and began to write with a new one. Misha noticed this and asked during recess:
Why did you take my feather?
Valya did not come to class. Her friends sent Musya to her.
Go and find out what’s wrong with Valya: maybe she’s sick, maybe she needs something?
Musya found her friend in bed. Valya was lying with her cheek bandaged.
Two boys stood on the street under the clock and talked.
“I didn’t solve the example because it had brackets,” Yura justified himself.
And I because there were very big numbers- said Oleg.
Vanya brought a collection of stamps to class.
Nice collection! - Petya approved and immediately said: “You know what, you have a lot of identical brands here, give them to me.” I will ask my father for money, buy other brands and return it to you.
People were returning. At the small blue station, which had survived the bombing, women and children with bundles and string bags were randomly and fussily unloaded from the carriages. On both sides of the road, boarded-up houses, buried deep in the snowdrifts, were waiting for their owners.
I was sick and spent whole days on the balcony. Above was a blue sky with soft, torn clouds; Sparrows were screaming in the faded autumn greenery of the trees. And below, children were jumping, laughing and playing... I didn’t listen to their voices, didn’t remember their faces and names.
