This tale tells about the adventures of a small, but very brave, albeit a little boastful man. This tale is unusual and very similar to a story from life. Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky tells it on his own behalf, as if all this happened to him himself and as if the author really lives with such a little midget named Bibigon and as if this is a common thing. That’s why this fairy tale is read in one sitting, it’s impossible to put it down, you read and believe that a boy the size of a finger really exists :)
I live in a dacha in Peredelkino. It's not far from Moscow. A tiny midget lives with me, a boy the size of a finger, whose name is Bibigon. Where he came from, I don't know. He says he fell from the moon. Both me and my granddaughters Tata and Lena - we all love him very much. And how, tell me, can you not love him! -
He's thin
Like a twig
He's small
Lilliputian.
He's no taller, poor fellow.
This little mouse.
And everyone can be a crow
Jokingly destroy Bibigon.
And look how combative he is:
Fearlessly and boldly rushes into battle.
With everyone, with everyone
He's ready to fight
And never
Nobody
Not afraid.
He is cheerful and dexterous,
He is small and brave
Another
Such
I haven't seen it for ages.
Look: he's riding a duckling
Racing with my young rooster.
And suddenly in front of him is his rabid enemy,
The huge and formidable turkey Brundulyak.
The turkey snorted, he puffed terribly,
And his nose became red with rage.
And the turkey shouted: - Brundulu! Brundulu!
Now I will ruin you, I will crush you!
And it seemed to everyone
What's happening at this moment
Deadly doom
Threatens Lilliputian.
But he shouted to the turkey
At a gallop:
- I’ll cut it off now
Your evil head!
And, waving his sword,
He rushed towards the turkey like an arrow.
And a miracle happened: a huge turkey,
Like a wet chicken, he suddenly shrank,
Backed away towards the forest
Got caught on a stump
And upside down
He fell into a ditch.
And everyone shouted:
- Long live he,
Mighty and Brave
Fighter Bibigon!
But only a few days passed, and Brundulyak appeared in our yard again - sulky, angry and angry. It was scary to look at him. He is so huge and strong. Will he really kill Bibigon?
Seeing him, Bibigon quickly climbed onto my shoulder and said:
- Look: there’s a turkey standing
And looks around furiously.
But don't believe your eyes, -
He's not a turkey. To the ground to us
He came down here secretly
And he pretended to be a turkey.
He is an evil sorcerer, he is a sorcerer!
He can transform people
In mice, in frogs, in spiders,
And lizards and worms!
No, I said. - He is not a sorcerer at all. He is the most ordinary turkey!
Bibigon shook his head:
No, he's a sorcerer! Like me
And he was born on the moon.
Yes, on the moon, and for many years
He stalks after me.
And wants to turn me
Into a bug or an ant.
But no, insidious Brundulyak!
There's no way you can handle me!
I use my valiant sword
All the enchanted people
I will save you from evil death
And I'll blow your head off!
That's how kind and fearless he is - my little Bibigon!
Adventure two: Bibigon and galoshes
Oh, if you only knew what a tomboy and prankster he is!
I saw my galosh today
And he dragged her straight to the stream.
And he jumped into it and sings:
“Forward, my boat, forward!”
But the hero didn’t notice
That the galosh had a hole:
He just set off on his way,
As he had already begun to drown.
He screams, and cries, and groans,
And the galosh keeps sinking and sinking.
Cold and pale
He lies at the bottom.
His cocked hat
Floating on the wave.
But who is that grunting there by the stream?
This is our favorite pig!
She grabbed the little man
And she brought it to our porch.
And my granddaughters almost went crazy,
When the fugitive was seen in the distance:
- It's him, it's him,
Bibigon!
They kiss him and caress him,
As if your own son,
And, laying me down on the bed,
They begin to sing to him:
"Bayushki-bai,
Bibigon!
Sleep, go to sleep,
Bibigon!
And he was as if nothing had happened
Suddenly he threw off the blanket
And, dashingly jumping onto the chest of drawers,
Sings a boastful song:
"I am a famous captain,
And I'm not afraid of a hurricane!
Yesterday I was in Australia
Then I went further
And near Cape Barnaul
Killed fourteen sharks!”
What can you do with such a braggart! I wanted to tell him that it was a shame to brag, but at that very moment he rushed off into the yard - to new adventures and pranks.
Adventure Three: Bibigon and the Spider
He won't sit still for a minute:
Then he will run after the rooster,
And he will sit astride him.
The one with the frogs in the garden
He plays leapfrog all day.
Then he runs to the garden,
He will pick small peas,
And well, shoot on the sly
Into a huge spider.
The spider was silent, the spider endured,
But finally I got angry
And right up to the ceiling
He dragged Bibigon away.
And with its web
So the villain wrapped him up,
That he was hanging by a thread,
Like a fly, head down.
Screams
And it breaks
Bibigon,
And in the web
He is beating.
And straight into a bowl of milk
It flies head over heels from there.
Trouble! Trouble! There is no salvation!
He will die in his prime!
But here from a dark corner
A big toad crawled up
And a paw
I gave it to him
As if
To my brother.
And he laughed
Bibigon,
And at that very moment
He sped off
IN neighboring yard to the hayloft
And there I danced all evening
With some gray-haired rat
And a young sparrow.
And after dinner he left
Play football with the mice
And, returning at dawn,
Fell asleep in a dog kennel.
Adventure Four: Bibigon and the Crow
One day Bibigon saw that an evil crow had caught a young gosling and wanted to take it to its nest. He grabbed a stone and threw it at the crow. The crow got scared, threw the gosling and flew away. The little gosling remained alive.
But three days have passed -
And the crow came down
From above
And grabbed Bibigon
For the pants.
He doesn't give up without a fight
Bibigon!
And kicks and breaks
Bibigon!
But from black
Voronyogo
Nests
He won't leave
Will not be saved
Never.
And in the nest -
Look what
Ugly and evil
Eighteen crows
Like dashing robbers,
They want to destroy him.
Eighteen crows
They look at the unfortunate
They grin and
Know they're hitting him with their noses!
And suddenly it rang out
Shout:
- Yeah, gotcha,
Mischievous!
But at this very moment
Lena ran up the threshold
And straight into the hands of a midget
Someone threw a flower.
That's a lily!
“Thank you Lena
For this wonderful parachute!
And straight to Lena's lap
The midget jumped bravely.
But he immediately jumped off her lap and, as if nothing had happened, rushed out of the yard to his friends. And he has many friends everywhere - in the field, in the swamp, in the forest, and in the garden. Everyone loves the daredevil Bibigon: hedgehogs, rabbits, magpies, frogs.
Yesterday two little squirrels
We played burners with him all day
And they danced endlessly
At the starling's name day.
And now it’s like he’s in a tank,
Raced across the yard in a tin can
And rushed into an unequal battle
With my pockmarked chicken.
What about Brundulyak? Brundulyak is up to no good. He stands right there, nearby, under a tree and thinks about how to destroy Bibigon. He must really be an evil sorcerer.
Yes Yes! He's a sorcerer! He's a wizard! - says Bibigon and points to a shaggy dog running down the street at that moment:
Look, Barbos is running.
Do you think it's a dog?
No, this is old Agathon,
Your village postman.
Until recently, in every home
With a newspaper or a letter
He came, but one day
The sorcerer said: “Kara-baras.”
And suddenly - lo and behold! - at the same moment
The old man became a watchdog.
Poor Agathon,” I say with a sigh. - I remember him well. He had such a big mustache!
And Bibigon sits on my shoulder and points to the neighboring dacha:
Look, Fedot is standing there
And he drives the toad away from the gate,
Meanwhile, back in the spring
She was his wife.
But why aren't you afraid of the villain? - my granddaughters ask Bibigon. - After all, he can bewitch you too.
That’s why I’m not afraid, because I’m brave! - Bibigon answers and laughs. - No sorcerers are afraid of the brave!..
Adventure five: Bibigon and the bee
Yes, yes, I’m fearless, I’m brave,” Bibigon repeats with a proud look. And then he waves his saber and, jumping on the duckling, sings:
I'm a famous captain!
And I'm not afraid of a hurricane!
And he rushes to the swamp and demands that, when they see him, all the frogs shout hurray!
Of course I don't like it. I can't stand braggarts. But how can I explain to him that it is shameful to brag? However, the other day something happened that should teach the braggart a good lesson.
Bibigon was sitting on my table,
And he boasted of his strength and courage:
Well, should I
Mighty
Be afraid of animals!
I am every animal
Stronger and braver!
Trembling before me
Clubfoot bear.
Where should the bear go?
Defeat me!
Not born yet
Such a crocodile
Who would be in battle
Defeated me!
With this hand
To the ferocious lion
Shaggy head
I'll tear it off!
But then she arrived
Furry bee...
- Save me! - he cried.
Trouble! Guard!
And from her,
Like from a fierce wolf,
Into the inkwell
He dived in headfirst.
Thank you, old woman Fedosya
She grabbed him by the hair.
The poor fellow would be kaput -
Goodbye forever Lilliputian!
But if you knew
How ugly
Shaking and wet
And pathetic and dirty,
Disheveled, barely alive,
Then he appeared before me!
We grabbed him
And run to the apartment
To the old man Moidodyr himself.
Moidodyr cleaned and washed it all day,
But he didn’t wash away, didn’t wash away this black ink!
However, my granddaughters do not grieve,
Bibigon is kissed as before.
“Well,” they say, “nothing!”
We love him black too!
And it’s probably more precious to us
Now that he's black
Looks like a cute black man.
Yes, and he does not lose heart,
runs out onto the porch
And interprets to the children,
What's walking in the yard:
I wandered around the Caucasus,
I swam in the Black Sea,
The Black Sea is black,
Everything is full of ink!
I took a swim - and at the same time
Became black as coal,
So even on the moon
They envied me.
Why are you talking about the Moon, Bibigon? - Tata and Lena asked him.
Because the moon is my homeland.
The granddaughters laughed:
What nonsense!
He looked at them and said proudly:
Yes, I was born on the moon
I fell here in a dream.
My name in my homeland is
Count Bibigon de Lilliput.
Oh if I could go back
To my native land!
Why do you need to fly to the moon? - Tata and Lena asked him.
He was silent for a long time, and then pointed to the Moon and sighed:
There, on the moon, is my sister!
She is beautiful and kind.
What happiness I had
frolic with her on the moon!
She has a wonderful garden there,
Where the stars are like grapes
They hang in such clusters,
What is inevitably on the go
No, no, and you’ll tear off a star.
Oh, if only I could quickly
To return to heaven to her,
And with her along the Milky Way,
It’s like walking across a field.
And take a walk in her garden,
Picking up the stars on the go,
And, holding hands, together
Fly to Earth, to this house,
To you, in Peredelkino, here,
And stay here forever!
Is that really true? - I exclaimed. - Do you really have any left there, on the Moon? Native sister?
He sighed even sadder and said quietly:
My dear Tsintsinela
Sits and cries on the moon.
For a long time she wanted
Come to Earth to me.
But she is guarded by a terrible
And the disgusting dragon
And the captive of his unfortunate
He won't let you go to earth.
But the time will come: with a bold hand
I'll blow off my enemy's head!
My dear Cincinella
I will save you from the monster.
Adventure Six: Wonderful Flight
Frankly, I didn’t believe him and even laughed at him. But several days passed, and recently, on the seventh of June, the following event happened to Bibigon:
Bibigon was sitting
Under the big burdock
And argued about something
With my rooster.
Suddenly
Got knocked up
Dragonfly in our garden
And I instantly got caught
In his eyes.
And he shouted: “This is my plane!”
Now I'm going on a long flight.
From Africa
I'll fly to Paraguay
Then I will visit my beloved Moon.
Three miracles
From there
I'll bring it to you! -
And he rode a dragonfly in flight!
Look! Look!
He flies over the tree
And he waves his cocked hat cheerfully!
Goodbye, he shouts,
In open battle
I am the evil dragon
I'll kill you like a fly!
And we shouted:
- Where are you going? Wait! -
But we only have an echo
The answer was “oh!”
And no Bibigon!
He's gone, gone!
It's like he melted
Among the blue skies!
And his house remains empty -
A toy house, so cozy, -
Which with your own hands
We made it ourselves, -
With a toy bathtub, with a cardboard plate...
Will it really be empty forever?
Now there is an Aglaya doll in this house,
But the Aglaya doll is not alive!
She is not alive, her heart does not beat,
She doesn't sing, doesn't play pranks, doesn't laugh!
And our Bibigosha, even though he is mischievous,
But he is a little man, he is alive, alive.
And the inconsolable granddaughters look into the sky,
And, shedding tear after tear,
Everyone is waiting to see if they will see there, near the cloud,
A dragonfly flying towards them.
And the moon rose over the lilac bushes,
And Tata sadly whispered to Elena:
- Look, am I imagining this?
It's like he's there on the moon!
- He's there, on the moon! He returned there
And said goodbye to our Earth forever!
And for a long time the poor things stand at the porch
And they look and look through binoculars,
And their tears roll endlessly,
Their binoculars were wet from tears.
Suddenly they see -
Striped
Kibitochka
Rolls.
Horned in a wagon
The snail is sitting.
The nimble ones carry her
Whiskered beetles
And black ones
Night moths.
Green grasshoppers
They follow her in a row
And the pipes are gilded
They trumpet incessantly.
The wagon rolls and rolls,
And right on the porch
Merry snail
Throws a letter.
In anxiety and sadness
We ran to the letter
And they started reading.
When they read it,
Forgot all the sorrows
And they started laughing.
Just four lines
On a linden leaf
Bibigon writes to us:
"Yesterday behind a black cloud
With my mighty hand
Defeated and Defeated
Dragon Karakkakon!
Celebrate the victory
I'll come to you on Wednesday.
Take my bow!
Your faithful
BIBIGON."
And the granddaughters are happy:
- We will again
Wash him, dress him, pamper him!
He's alive and well
He'll come back here
And we will never part with him!
We are happily waiting for your welcome guest!
We both wash and clean the toy house.
In a toy house there is peace and comfort.
How fun the midget will live here.
Old woman Fedosya made from white flour
She bakes pies for him, Bibigon.
And Tata and Lena took up the needle
And they sewed him a new cocked hat.
If only he would come back sooner
Our little Bibigon!
From your colorful shreds,
Orange, blue and red,
They sewed him a lot of updates -
Smart vests, beautiful pants,
Satin cloaks and camisoles!
Oh, if only Bibigon would come back here!
What a dandy he will be!
But he didn't come back
And no Bibigon!
May be,
Was he swallowed by a crow?
Or maybe he
Choked in the water
In some lake
Or a pond?
Perhaps behind a tree
He got caught
Fell from a plane
And crashed to death?
But one day
We're standing in the rain
And we are waiting for Bibigon,
And we wait for him, we wait...
Look, he's on a dandelion,
Like on a small sofa,
Lounged and sitting
And with some stranger
Long-legged insects
Talking.
My granddaughters squealed with joy
And they raced towards him:
Where have you been?
Who did you fight with along the way?
Tell me why you are like this
Pale, tired, thin?
Maybe you're unwell?
Should I call the doctors to see you?
And they kissed him for a long time,
Caressed him, warmed him,
And then they whispered timidly:
- But where is your Cincinela?
My Cincinela! - said Bibigon,
And, sighing heavily, he frowned. -
She flew with me today
But she hid, poor thing, in the thicket of the forest,
And she would be glad to meet you,
Yes, she is afraid of the evil sorcerer:
The gray-haired sorcerer is cruel and treacherous,
And he prepares bitter grief for her.
But no, witchcraft will not help him.
I'll fall on him like a thunderstorm,
And over his crafty head
My battle sword will sparkle again!
And again Bibigon smiled tiredly...
But lightning suddenly sparkled in the clouds.
Hurry up and go home!
We're running in the rain
And Bibigon
We take it with us!
Well, here we are at home!
And honey and tea
Weary traveler
We're treating you!
And he laughed:
- I'm glad,
What came back to you:
Dear your family
I love you like my own family.
But now I'm dead tired
I fought with a fierce enemy,
And I would like a little
Relax here by the window.
He is very angry and strong,
This damn dragon!
And, collapsing on a chair,
He yawned sweetly
And fell asleep.
Quiet! Let him sleep off!
It's no good for us to wake him up!
About all your exploits to us
Tomorrow he will tell himself.
Adventure Seven: The Great Victory of Bibigon
The next day Bibigon brought Tsincinela to us. Tsincinela, a tiny girl who looked like a pink doll, said hello to us in a friendly manner and, grabbing Bibigon by the hand, jumped out of the window straight into the garden. Such a brave, desperate girl! She liked everything in the garden - the flowers, the butterflies, the squirrels, the starlings, and fir cones, and even fast funny tadpoles that frolic so happily in a warm puddle. Bibigon did not leave his sister a single step. All day long they ran around the garden, sang songs, and laughed loudly. But suddenly Tsintsinela screamed and ran to me all in tears: she saw in the distance, near the fence, her enemy Brundulyak.
How scary he is! - she repeated. - What evil eyes he has! Save, save me from him! He wants to destroy me!
Don’t cry, Tsintsinela,” said Bibigon. - I won’t let anyone hurt you. Today I will deal with the villain!
And Bibigon began to sharpen his saber, then loaded his pistols and, jumping on the duckling, sang:
Yes, for my beloved sister
I will die with pleasure!
. . . . . . . . . . . .
And now he flies to attack
Towards the evil Brundulyak:
- Die, damned sorcerer,
From my valiant sword!
But Brundulyak laughed
And he says to the hero:
Ooh, watch out
Dear knight,
Otherwise, turn now
Into a bug, or into a worm,
Or into a dung beetle!
After all, it’s not good for anyone,
When will I start doing magic!
And he pouted
Like a ball
And puffed
Like a samovar.
And ten times
And twenty times
He repeated:
“Kara-baras!”
But not turned into a worm,
Bibigon stands as before.
And Brundulyak became furious:
- So just wait, daredevil!
And again, and again, and again
He repeats the magic word, -
And fifty and sixty,
And eighty times in a row.
And two hundred times
And three hundred times
He says:
“Kara-baras!”
But Bibigon stands before him,
As before, safe and sound.
Brundulyak saw that he could not bewitch the daredevil, blinked his cowardly eyes, trembled, babbled and whined:
Don't destroy me!
Don't cut me!
Let me go!
And forgive me!
But Bibigon laughed
In reply:
- Have mercy on you
To the hated one, no!
Now in front of me
And you whine and you whine,
And tomorrow I
Into the worm
You will transform!
And he thrust a sharp sword into him,
And it struck him to the very heart.
And the turkey collapsed. And from a fat body
The head flew off into the distant weeds.
And the body rolled into a dark ravine,
And the villain Brundulyak disappeared forever.
And everyone laughed, sang, and rejoiced. And everyone ran to my balcony: boys and girls, old men and old women, and they all shouted loudly:
Long live the fearless hero Bibigon! Glory to him and his dear sister Cincinela!
And so, like a king, majestically
He goes out to them on the balcony,
Nods them left and right
And he smiles at everyone.
Green silk camisole
It is lined with silver,
He has a cocked hat in his hand
With a wonderful peacock feather.
And, sparkling in scarlet attire,
Sweet, cheerful and kind, -
Stands smiling next to you
His young sister.
END
Cincinela settled with us, together with her brother, in a toy house, and, of course, we will all try to ensure that she lives well and at ease. I bought wonderful picture books for both of them, for Bibigon and his sister, and when it rains or snows, they both read them all day long, quickly running through each page - from letter to letter, from line to line.
And when it comes New Year, I’ll tuck my tiny friends well into the pocket of my warm fur coat, and we’ll go to the Kremlin for the Christmas tree. And I imagine how glad and happy the children will be when they see with their own eyes the living Bibigon and his cheerful, elegant sister, his sword, his triangular hat and hear his perky speech.
But I ask all Moscow children in advance: when in the Kremlin, or in the Hall of Columns, or in the circus, or in puppet theater Obraztsova, or in the House of Pioneers, or in the metro, or in children's theater you will see Bibigon and Tsincinela, do not grab them with your hands, do not caress them, because you may accidentally hurt them.
And don’t even think about bothering Bibigon. After all, he is a midget, a boy as big as a thumb, and if you somehow carelessly squeeze him, he will remain a cripple for the rest of his life.
And please don't tease him, don't laugh at him, because he's very touchy. If you tell him harsh word, he will get angry, draw his sword and attack you as enemies.
But if he feels that he and Cincinella are surrounded by friends, he will be happy to play and fool around with you, and then he will climb onto the back of a high chair and until late in the evening he will tell you about his wonderful adventures and exploits: about the flight to his native Moon, about the battles with the shark Karakula, about traveling to the country Talking Flowers, about combat with the sea giant Kurynda and about many other adventures, about which more
DIDN'T HEARD.
Korney Chukovsky rewrote his fairy tale The Adventures of Bibigon several times. At first the Lilliputian was alone, and then the writer came up with a company for him, and that’s how Bibigon’s sister Tsintsinela appeared in the book. This tale has survived to this day.
I live in a dacha in Peredelkino. It's not far from Moscow. A tiny midget lives with me, a boy the size of a finger, whose name is Bibigon. Where he came from, I don't know. He says he fell from the moon, but we don't really believe him. Both me and my granddaughters Tata and Lena all love him very much. And how, tell me, can you not love him!
He's thin
Like a twig
He's small
Lilliputian.
He's no taller, poor fellow.
This little mouse.
And everyone can be a crow
Jokingly destroy Bibigon.
And look how combative he is:
Fearlessly and boldly rushes into battle.
With all the enemies
He's ready to fight
And never
Not afraid of anyone.
He is cheerful and dexterous,
He is small and brave
Another one like this
I haven't seen it for ages.
Look: he's riding a duckling
Racing with my young rooster.
And suddenly in front of him is his rabid enemy,
The huge and formidable turkey Brundulyak.
The turkey snorted, he puffed terribly
And his nose became red with rage.
And the turkey shouted: - Brundulu! Brundulu!
Now I will ruin you, I will crush you!
And it seemed to everyone
What's happening at this moment
Deadly doom
Threatens Lilliputian.
But he shouted to the turkey
At a gallop:
I'll cut it off now
Your evil head!
And, waving his sword,
He rushed towards the turkey like an arrow.
And a miracle happened: a huge turkey,
Like a wet chicken, he suddenly shrank,
Backed away towards the forest, got caught on a stump
And he fell headfirst into a ditch.
And everyone shouted:
Long live he
Mighty and Brave
Fighter Bibigon!
But only a few days passed, Brundulyak appeared in our yard again - sulky, angry and angry. It was scary to look at him. He is so huge and strong. Will he really kill Bibigon?
Seeing him, Bibigon quickly climbed onto my shoulder and said:
Look, there's a turkey standing
And looks around furiously.
But don't believe your eyes, -
He's not a turkey. To the ground to us
He came down here secretly
And he pretended to be a turkey.
He is an evil sorcerer, he is a sorcerer!
He can transform people
In mice, in frogs, in spiders,
And lizards and worms!
“No,” I said. “He’s not a sorcerer at all.” He is the most ordinary turkey!
Bibigon shook his head:
No, he's a sorcerer! Like me
And he was born on the moon.
Yes, on the moon, and for many years
He stalks after me.
And wants to turn me
Into a bug or an ant.
But no, insidious Brundulyak!
There's no way you can handle me!
I use my valiant sword
All the enchanted people
I will save you from evil death
And I'll blow your head off!
That's how kind and fearless he is - my little Bibigon!
Adventure two: Bibigon and galoshes
Oh, if you only knew what a tomboy and prankster he is!
I saw my galosh today
And he dragged her straight to the stream.
And he jumped into it and sings:
“Forward, my boat, forward!”
But the hero didn’t notice
That the galosh had a hole:
He just set off on his way,
As he had already begun to drown.
He screams, and cries, and groans,
And the galosh keeps sinking and sinking.
Cold and pale
He lies at the bottom.
His cocked hat
Floating on the wave.
But who is that grunting there by the stream?
This is our favorite pig!
She grabbed the little man
And she brought it to our porch.
And my granddaughters almost went crazy,
When the fugitive was seen in the distance:
It's him, it's him
They kiss him and caress him,
As if your own son,
And, laying me down on the bed,
They begin to sing to him:
"Bayushki-bai,
Sleep, go to sleep,
And he, as if nothing had happened,
Suddenly he threw off the blanket
And, dashingly jumping onto the chest of drawers,
Sings a boastful song:
"I am a famous captain,
And I'm not afraid of a hurricane!
Yesterday I was in Australia
And near Cape Barnaul
Killed fourteen sharks!”
Well, what can you do with such a braggart! I wanted to tell him that it was a shame to brag, but at that very moment he rushed off into the yard - to new adventures and pranks.
Adventure Three: Bibigon and the Spider
He won't sit still for a minute,
Then he will run after the rooster,
And he will sit astride him.
The one with the frogs in the garden
He plays leapfrog all day.
Then he runs to the garden,
He will pick small peas
And well, shoot on the sly
Into a huge spider.
The spider was silent, the spider endured,
But finally I got angry
And right up to the ceiling
He dragged Bibigon away.
And with its web
So the villain wrapped him up,
That he was hanging by a thread,
Like a fly, head down.
Screams and breaks
And he struggles in the web.
And straight into a bowl of milk
It flies head over heels from there.
Trouble! Trouble! There is no salvation!
He will die in his prime!
But here from a dark corner
A big toad crawled up
And I gave him my paw,
As if to your brother.
And Bibigon laughed,
And at that very moment he rushed off
To the neighboring yard to the hayloft
And there I danced all evening
With some gray-haired rat
And a young sparrow.
And after dinner he left
Play football with the mice
And, returning at dawn,
Fell asleep in a dog kennel.
Adventure Four: Bibigon and the Crow
Bibigon was very kind, as I already told you. He saw how an angry crow caught a little gosling and wanted to drag him to his nest. Bibigon grabbed a stone and threw it at the crow. The crow got scared, threw the gosling and flew away. The little gosling remained alive.
But three days have passed -
And the crow came down
From above
And grabbed Bibigon
For the pants.
He doesn't give up without a fight
And kicks and breaks
But from black
Voronyogo
He won't leave
Will not be saved
And in the nest -
Look what
Ugly and evil
Eighteen crows
Like dashing robbers,
They want to destroy him.
Eighteen crows
They look at the unfortunate
They grin and
You know, they're hitting him with their noses!
And suddenly it rang out
Shout:
Brundulyak is both glad and happy:
Now, you stupid bully,
There's no way you'll be saved!
But at this very moment
Lena ran up the threshold
And straight into the hands of a midget
Someone threw a flower.
That's a lily!
Thanks Lena
For this wonderful parachute! -
And straight to Lena's lap
The midget jumped bravely.
But he immediately jumped off her lap and, as if nothing had happened, rushed out of the yard to his friends. And he has many friends everywhere - in the field, in the swamp, in the forest, and in the garden. Everyone loves the daredevil Bibigon: hedgehogs, rabbits, tits, frogs.
Yesterday two little squirrels
We played burners with him all day
And they danced endlessly
At the starling's name day.
And now it’s like he’s in a tank,
Raced around the yard in a tin can
And rushed into an unequal battle
With my pockmarked chicken.
What about Brundulyak? Brundulyak is up to no good. He stands over there, not far away, under a tree and thinks about how to destroy Bibigon. He must really be a sorcerer.
Yes! He's a sorcerer! He’s a wizard!” says Bibigon and points to a shaggy dog running down the street at that moment:
Look, Barbos is running.
Do you think it's a dog?
No, this is old Agathon,
Our village postman.
Until recently, in every home
With a newspaper or a letter
He came, but one day
The sorcerer said: “Kara-baras.”
And suddenly - lo and behold! - at that very moment
The old man became a watchdog.
Poor Agathon,” I say with a sigh. “I remember him well.” He had such a big mustache! And Bibigon sits on my shoulder and points to the neighboring dacha:
Look, Fedot is standing there
And he drives the toad away from the gate,
Meanwhile, back in the spring
She was his wife.
But why aren’t you afraid of the villain?” my granddaughter asks Bibigon. “After all, he can bewitch you too.” “That’s why I’m not afraid, because I’m brave!” Bibigon answers and laughs. “No sorcerers are afraid of the brave!”
Adventure five: Bibigon and the bee
Of course I don't like it. I can't stand braggarts. But how can I explain to him that it is shameful to brag? However, the other day something happened that should teach the braggart a good lesson:
Bibigon was sitting on my table,
And he boasted of his strength and courage:
Well, should I
Be afraid of animals!
I am every animal
Stronger and braver!
Trembling before me
Clubfoot bear.
Where should the bear go?
Defeat me!
Not born yet
Such a crocodile
Who would be in battle
Defeated me!
With this hand
To the ferocious lion
Shaggy head
I'll tear it off!
But then she arrived
Furry bee...
Save me!” he cried.
Trouble! Guard!-
Like from a fierce wolf,
Into the inkwell
He dived in headfirst.
Thank you, old woman Fedosya
She grabbed him by the hair.
The poor fellow would be kaput -
Goodbye forever Lilliputian!
But if you knew
How ugly
Shaking and wet
And pathetic and dirty,
Disheveled, barely alive,
Then he appeared before me!
We grabbed him
And run to the apartment
To the old man Moidodyr himself.
Moidodyr cleaned and washed it all day,
But he didn’t wash away, didn’t wash away this black ink!
However, my granddaughters do not grieve,
Bibigon is kissed as before.
Well, they say, nothing!
We love him black too!
And it’s probably more precious to us
Now that he's black
Looks like a cute black man.
Yes, and he does not lose heart,
runs out onto the porch
And interprets to the children,
What's walking in the yard:
I wandered around the Caucasus,
I swam in the Black Sea,
The Black Sea is black,
Everything is full of ink!
I took a swim - and at the same time
Became black as coal,
So even on the moon
They envied me.
Why are you talking about the Moon, Bibigon? - my granddaughters asked him. - Because the Moon is my homeland. The granddaughters laughed: “What nonsense!” He looked at them and said proudly:
Yes, I was born on the moon
I fell here in a dream.
My name in my homeland is
Count Bibigon de Lilliput.
Oh, if I could go back
To my native land!
“Why do you need to fly to the moon?” Tata and Lena asked him. He was silent for a long time, and then pointed to the Moon and sighed:
There, on the moon, is my sister!
She is beautiful and kind.
What happiness I had
frolic with her on the moon!
She has a wonderful garden there,
Where the stars are like grapes
They hang in such clusters,
What is inevitably on the go
No, no, and you’ll tear off the star.
Oh, if only I could quickly
To return to heaven to her,
And with her along the Milky Way,
It’s like walking across a field.
And take a walk in her garden,
Picking up the stars on the go,
And, holding hands, together,
Fly to Earth, to this house,
To you, in Peredelkino, here,
And stay here forever!
“Is this really true?” I exclaimed. “Do you really have a sister left there on the Moon?” He sighed even sadder and said quietly:
My dear Tsintsinela
Sits and cries on the moon.
For a long time she wanted
Come to Earth to me.
But she is guarded by a terrible
And the disgusting dragon
And the captive of his unfortunate
He won't let you go to earth.
But the time will come: with a bold hand
I'll blow off my enemy's head!
My dear Cincinella
I will save you from the monster.
Adventure Six: Wonderful Flight
Frankly, I didn’t believe him and even laughed at him. But several days passed, and recently, on the seventh of June, such an event happened to Bibigon.
Bibigon was sitting
Under the big burdock
And argued about something
With my rooster.
Suddenly
Got knocked up
Dragonfly in our garden
And I instantly got caught
In his eyes.
And he shouted: “This is my plane!”
Now I'm going on a long flight.
From Africa
I'll fly to Paraguay
Then I will visit my beloved Moon.
I'll bring it to you! -
And he rode a dragonfly in flight!
Look! Look!
He flies over the tree
And he waves his cocked hat cheerfully!
“Goodbye,” he shouts, “
In open battle
I am the evil dragon
I'll kill you like a fly!
And we shouted:
Where are you going? Wait! -
But we only have an echo
The answer was “oh!”
And no Bibigon!
He's gone, gone!
It's like he melted
Among the blue skies!
And his house remains empty -
A toy house, so cozy, -
Which with your own hands
We made it ourselves:
With a toy bathtub, with a cardboard plate...
Will it really be empty forever?
Now there is an Aglaya doll in this house,
But the Aglaya doll is not alive!
She is not alive, her heart does not beat,
She doesn't sing, doesn't play pranks, doesn't laugh!
And our Bibigulya, even though he is mischievous,
But he is a little man, he is alive, alive.
And the inconsolable granddaughters look into the sky,
And, shedding tear after tear,
Everyone is waiting to see if they will see there, near the cloud,
A dragonfly flying towards them.
And the moon rose over the lilac bushes,
And Tata sadly whispered to Elena:
Look, am I imagining this?
It's like he's there on the moon!
He's there on the moon! He returned there
And said goodbye to our Earth forever!
And for a long time the poor things stand at the porch
And they look and look through binoculars,
And their tears roll endlessly,
Their binoculars were wet from tears.
Suddenly they see -
Striped
Kibitochka
Horned in a wagon
The snail is sitting.
The nimble ones carry her
Whiskered beetles
And black ones
Night moths.
Green grasshoppers
They follow her in a row
And the pipes are gilded
They trumpet incessantly.
The wagon rolls and rolls,
And right on the porch
Merry snail
Throws a letter.
In anxiety and sadness
When they read it,
Forgot all the sorrows
And they started laughing.
Just four lines
On a linden leaf
Bibigon writes to us:
"Yesterday behind a black cloud
With my mighty hand
Defeated and Defeated
Dragon Karakakon!
Celebrate the victory
I'll come to you on Wednesday.
Take my bow!
Your faithful BIBIGON."
And the granddaughters are happy:
We will be there again
Wash him, dress him, pamper him!
He's alive and well
He'll come back here
And we will never part with him!
We are happily waiting for your welcome guest!
And we wash and clean the toy house.
In a toy house there is peace and comfort.
How fun the midget will live here.
Old woman Fedosya made from white flour
She bakes pies for him, Bibigon.
And Tata and Lena took up the needle
And they sewed him a new cocked hat.
Sooner, sooner he would return,
Our little Bibigon!
From your colorful shreds,
Orange, blue and red,
They sewed him a lot of new clothes -
Smart vests, beautiful pants,
Satin cloaks and camisoles!
Oh, if only Bibigon would come back here!
What a dandy he will be!
But he didn't come back
And no Bibigon!
May be,
Was he swallowed by a crow?
Or maybe he
Choked in the water
In some lake
Or a pond?
Perhaps behind a tree
He got caught
Fell from a plane
And crashed to death?
But one day
We're standing in the rain
And we are waiting for Bibigon,
And we wait for him, we wait...
Look, he's on a dandelion,
Like on a small sofa,
Lounged and sitting
And with some stranger
Long-legged insects
Talking.
My granddaughters squealed with joy
And they raced towards him:
Where have you been?
Who did you fight with along the way?
Tell me why you are like this
Pale, tired, thin?
Maybe you're unwell?
Should I call the doctors to see you? -
And they kissed him for a long time,
Caressed him, warmed him,
And then they whispered timidly:
But where is your Cincinela?
My Tsintsinela! - said Bibigon,
And, sighing heavily, he frowned.
She flew with me today
But she hid, poor thing, in the thicket of the forest,
And she would be glad to meet you,
Yes, she is afraid of the evil sorcerer:
The gray-haired sorcerer is cruel and treacherous,
And he prepares bitter grief for her.
But no, witchcraft will not help him.
I'll fall on him like a thunderstorm,
And over his crafty head
My battle sword will sparkle again!
And again Bibigon smiled tiredly...
But lightning suddenly sparkled in the clouds.
Hurry up and go home!
We're running in the rain
And Bibigon
We take it with us!
Well, here we are at home!
And honey and tea
Weary traveler
We're treating you!
And he laughed:
What came back to you:
Dear your family
I love you like my own family.
But now I'm dead tired
I fought with a fierce enemy,
And I would like a little
Relax here by the window.
He is very angry and strong,
This damn dragon!
And, collapsing on a chair,
He yawned sweetly
And fell asleep.
Quiet! Let him sleep off!
It's no good for us to wake him up!
About all your exploits to us
Tomorrow he will tell himself.
Adventure Seven: The Great Victory of Bibigon
The next day Bibigon brought Tsincinela to us. Tsincinela, a tiny girl who looked like a pink doll, warmly said hello to us and, grabbing Bibigon by the hand, jumped out of the window straight into the garden. Such a brave, desperate girl! She liked everything in the garden - the flowers, the butterflies, the squirrels, the starlings, the fir cones, and even the fast funny tadpoles that frolic so merrily in the warm puddle. Bibigon did not leave his sister a single step. All day long they ran around the garden, sang songs, and laughed loudly. But suddenly Tsintsinela screamed and ran to me all in tears: she saw in the distance, near the fence, her enemy Brundulyak.
How scary he is!” she repeated. “What terrible eyes he has!” Save, save me from him! He wants to destroy me! “Don’t cry, Tsintsinela,” said Bibigon. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Today I will deal with the villain! And Bibigon began to sharpen his saber, then loaded his pistols, jumped on the duckling and sang:
Yes, for my beloved sister
I will die with pleasure!
And now he flies to attack
Towards the evil Brundulyak:
Die, damned sorcerer,
From my valiant sword!
But Brundulyak laughed
And he says to the hero:
Ooh, watch out
Dear knight,
Otherwise, turn now
Into a bug, or into a worm,
Or into a dung beetle!
After all, it’s not good for anyone,
When will I start doing magic!
And he inflated like a balloon
And it puffed like a samovar.
And ten times, and twenty times
He said: “Kara-baras!”
But not turned into a worm,
Bibigon stands as before.
And Brundulyak became furious:
So just wait, daredevil!
And again, and again, and again
He repeats the magic word, -
And fifty and sixty,
And eighty times in a row.
And two hundred times, and three hundred times
He says: “Kara-baras!”
But Bibigon stands before him,
As before, safe and sound.
Brundulyak saw that he could not bewitch the daredevil, blinked his cowardly eyes, trembled, babbled and whined:
Don't destroy me!
Don't cut me!
Let me go!
And forgive me!
But Bibigon laughed
Have mercy on you
To the hated one, no!
Now in front of me
And you whine and you whine,
And tomorrow I
You will turn into a worm! -
And he thrust a sharp sword into him,
And it struck him to the very heart.
And the turkey collapsed. And from a fat body
The head flew off into the distant weeds.
And the body rolled into a dark ravine,
And the villain Brundulyak disappeared forever.
And everyone laughed, sang, and rejoiced. And everyone ran to my balcony: boys and girls, old men and old women, and they all shouted loudly:
Long live the fearless hero Bibigon! Glory to him and his dear sister Cincinela!
And so, like a king, majestically
He goes out to them on the balcony,
Nods them left and right
And he smiles at everyone.
Green silk camisole
It is lined with silver,
He has a cocked hat in his hand
With a wonderful peacock feather.
And, sparkling in scarlet attire,
Sweet, cheerful and kind, -
Stands and smiles next to you
His young sister.
Cincinela settled with us, together with her brother, in a toy house, and, of course, we will all try to ensure that she lives well and at ease. I bought wonderful picture books for both of them, for Bibigon and his sister, and when it rains or snows, both of them read them all day long, quickly running through each page - from one letter to a letter, from one line to a line. And when the New Year comes, I will hide my tiny friends well in the pocket of my warm fur coat, and we will go to the Kremlin for the Christmas tree. And I imagine how glad and happy the children will be when they see with their own eyes the living Bibigon and his cheerful, elegant sister, his sword, his triangular hat and hear his perky speech.
The hero of the fairy tale “Bibigon” is a fabulous Lilliputian. He is kind, although a little boastful. The story is told in the first person - the author lives in the country, and with him the little man. Read about Bibigon's fun adventures with his kids.
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Adventure one: Bibigon and Brundulyak
I live in a dacha in Peredelkino. It's not far from Moscow. A tiny midget lives with me, a boy the size of a finger, whose name is Bibigon. Where he came from, I don't know. He says he fell from the moon, but we don't really believe him. Both me and my granddaughters Tata and Lena all love him very much. And how, tell me, can you not love him!
He's thin
Like a twig
He's small
Lilliputian.
He's no taller, poor fellow.
This little mouse.
And everyone can be a crow
Jokingly destroy Bibigon.
And look how combative he is:
Fearlessly and boldly rushes into battle.
With all the enemies
He's ready to fight
And never
Not afraid of anyone.
He is cheerful and dexterous,
He is small and brave
Another one like this
I haven't seen it for ages.
Look: he's riding a duckling
Racing with my young rooster.
And suddenly in front of him is his rabid enemy,
The huge and formidable turkey Brundulyak.
The turkey snorted, he puffed terribly
And his nose became red with rage.
And the turkey shouted: - Brundulu! Brundulu!
Now I will ruin you, I will crush you!
And it seemed to everyone
What's happening at this moment
Deadly doom
Threatens Lilliputian.
But he shouted to the turkey
At a gallop:
I'll cut it off now
Your evil head!
And, waving his sword,
He rushed towards the turkey like an arrow.
And a miracle happened: a huge turkey,
Like a wet chicken, he suddenly shrank,
Backed away towards the forest, got caught on a stump
And he fell headfirst into a ditch.
And everyone shouted:
Long live he
Mighty and Brave
Fighter Bibigon!
But only a few days passed, Brundulyak appeared in our yard again - sulky, angry and angry. It was scary to look at him. He is so huge and strong. Will he really kill Bibigon? Seeing him, Bibigon quickly climbed onto my shoulder and said:
Look, there's a turkey standing
And looks around furiously.
But don't believe your eyes, -
He's not a turkey. To the ground to us
He came down here secretly
And he pretended to be a turkey.
He is an evil sorcerer, he is a sorcerer!
He can transform people
In mice, in frogs, in spiders,
And lizards and worms!
“No,” I said. “He’s not a sorcerer at all.” He is the most ordinary turkey!
Bibigon shook his head:
No, he's a sorcerer! Like me
And he was born on the moon.
Yes, on the moon, and for many years
He stalks after me.
And wants to turn me
Into a bug or an ant.
But no, insidious Brundulyak!
There's no way you can handle me!
I use my valiant sword
All the enchanted people
I will save you from evil death
And I'll blow your head off!
That's how kind and fearless he is - my little Bibigon!
Adventure two: Bibigon and galoshes
Oh, if you only knew what a tomboy and prankster he is!
I saw my galosh today
And he dragged her straight to the stream.
And he jumped into it and sings:
"Forward, my boat, forward!"
But the hero didn’t notice
That the galosh had a hole:
He just set off on his way,
As he had already begun to drown.
He screams, and cries, and groans,
And the galosh keeps sinking and sinking.
Cold and pale
He lies at the bottom.
His cocked hat
Floating on the wave.
But who is that grunting there by the stream?
This is our favorite pig!
She grabbed the little man
And she brought it to our porch.
And my granddaughters almost went crazy,
When the fugitive was seen in the distance:
It's him, it's him
They kiss him and caress him,
As if your own son,
And, laying me down on the bed,
They begin to sing to him:
"Bayushki-bai,
Sleep, go to sleep,
Bibigon!"
And he, as if nothing had happened,
Suddenly he threw off the blanket
And, dashingly jumping onto the chest of drawers,
Sings a boastful song:
"I am a famous captain,
And I'm not afraid of a hurricane!
Yesterday I was in Australia
And near Cape Barnaul
Killed fourteen sharks!"
Well, what can you do with such a braggart! I wanted to tell him that it was a shame to brag, but at that very moment he rushed off into the yard - to new adventures and pranks.
Adventure Three: Bibigon and the Spider
He won't sit still for a minute,
Then he will run after the rooster,
And he will sit astride him.
The one with the frogs in the garden
He plays leapfrog all day.
Then he runs to the garden,
He will pick small peas
And well, shoot on the sly
Into a huge spider.
The spider was silent, the spider endured,
But finally I got angry
And right up to the ceiling
He dragged Bibigon away.
And with its web
So the villain wrapped him up,
That he was hanging by a thread,
Like a fly, head down.
Screams and breaks
And he struggles in the web.
And straight into a bowl of milk
It flies head over heels from there.
Trouble! Trouble! There is no salvation!
He will die in his prime!
But here from a dark corner
A big toad crawled up
And I gave him my paw,
As if to your brother.
And Bibigon laughed,
And at that very moment he rushed off
To the neighboring yard to the hayloft
And there I danced all evening
With some gray-haired rat
And a young sparrow.
And after dinner he left
Play football with the mice
And, returning at dawn,
Fell asleep in a dog kennel.
Adventure Four: Bibigon and the Crow
Bibigon was very kind, as I already told you. He saw how an angry crow caught a little gosling and wanted to drag him to his nest. Bibigon grabbed a stone and threw it at the crow. The crow got scared, threw the gosling and flew away. The little gosling remained alive.
But three days have passed -
And the crow came down
From above
And grabbed Bibigon
For the pants.
He doesn't give up without a fight
And kicks and breaks
But from black
Voronyogo
He won't leave
Will not be saved
And in the nest -
Look what
Ugly and evil
Eighteen crows
Like dashing robbers,
They want to destroy him.
Eighteen crows
They look at the unfortunate
They grin and
You know, they're hitting him with their noses!
And suddenly it rang out
Shout:
Brundulyak is both glad and happy:
Now, you stupid bully,
There's no way you'll be saved!
But at this very moment
Lena ran up the threshold
And straight into the hands of a midget
Someone threw a flower.
That's a lily!
Thanks Lena
For this wonderful parachute! -
And straight to Lena's lap
The midget jumped bravely.
But he immediately jumped off her lap and, as if nothing had happened, rushed out of the yard to his friends. And he has many friends everywhere - in the field, in the swamp, in the forest, and in the garden. Everyone loves the daredevil Bibigon: hedgehogs, rabbits, tits, frogs.
Yesterday two little squirrels
We played burners with him all day
And they danced endlessly
At the starling's name day.
And now it’s like he’s in a tank,
Raced around the yard in a tin can
And rushed into an unequal battle
With my pockmarked chicken.
What about Brundulyak? Brundulyak is up to no good. He stands over there, not far away, under a tree and thinks about how to destroy Bibigon. He must really be a sorcerer.
Yes! He's a sorcerer! He’s a wizard!” says Bibigon and points to a shaggy dog running down the street at that moment:
Look, Barbos is running.
Do you think it's a dog?
No, this is old Agathon,
Our village postman.
Until recently, in every home
With a newspaper or a letter
He came, but one day
The sorcerer said: "Kara-baras."
And suddenly - lo and behold! - at that very moment
The old man became a watchdog.
Poor Agathon,” I say with a sigh. “I remember him well.” He had such a big mustache! And Bibigon sits on my shoulder and points to the neighboring dacha:
Look, Fedot is standing there
And he drives the toad away from the gate,
Meanwhile, back in the spring
She was his wife.
But why aren’t you afraid of the villain?” my granddaughter asks Bibigon. “After all, he can bewitch you too.” “That’s why I’m not afraid, because I’m brave!” Bibigon answers and laughs. “No sorcerers are afraid of the brave!”
Adventure five: Bibigon and the bee
Of course I don't like it. I can't stand braggarts. But how can I explain to him that it is shameful to brag? However, the other day something happened that should teach the braggart a good lesson:
Bibigon was sitting on my table,
And he boasted of his strength and courage:
Well, should I
Be afraid of animals!
I am every animal
Stronger and braver!
Trembling before me
Clubfoot bear.
Where should the bear go?
Defeat me!
Not born yet
Such a crocodile
Who would be in battle
Defeated me!
With this hand
To the ferocious lion
Shaggy head
I'll tear it off!
But then she arrived
Furry bee...
Save me!” he cried.
Trouble! Guard!-
Like from a fierce wolf,
Into the inkwell
He dived in headfirst.
Thank you, old woman Fedosya
She grabbed him by the hair.
The poor fellow would be kaput -
Goodbye forever Lilliputian!
But if you knew
How ugly
Shaking and wet
And pathetic and dirty,
Disheveled, barely alive,
Then he appeared before me!
We grabbed him
And run to the apartment
To the old man Moidodyr himself.
Moidodyr cleaned and washed it all day,
But he didn’t wash away, didn’t wash away this black ink!
However, my granddaughters do not grieve,
Bibigon is kissed as before.
Well, they say, nothing!
We love him black too!
And it’s probably more precious to us
Now that he's black
Looks like a cute black man.
Yes, and he does not lose heart,
runs out onto the porch
And interprets to the children,
What's walking in the yard:
I wandered around the Caucasus,
I swam in the Black Sea,
The Black Sea is black,
Everything is full of ink!
I took a swim - and at the same time
Became black as coal,
So even on the moon
They envied me.
Why are you talking about the Moon, Bibigon? - my granddaughters asked him. - Because the Moon is my homeland. The granddaughters laughed: “What nonsense!” He looked at them and said proudly:
Yes, I was born on the moon
I fell here in a dream.
My name in my homeland is
Count Bibigon de Lilliput.
Oh, if I could go back
To my native land!
“Why do you need to fly to the moon?” Tata and Lena asked him. He was silent for a long time, and then pointed to the Moon and sighed:
There, on the moon, is my sister!
She is beautiful and kind.
What happiness I had
frolic with her on the moon!
She has a wonderful garden there,
Where the stars are like grapes
They hang in such clusters,
What is inevitably on the go
No, no, and you’ll tear off the star.
Oh, if only I could quickly
To return to heaven to her,
And with her along the Milky Way,
It’s like walking across a field.
And take a walk in her garden,
Picking up the stars on the go,
And, holding hands, together,
Fly to Earth, to this house,
To you, in Peredelkino, here,
And stay here forever!
“Is this really true?” I exclaimed. “Do you really have a sister left there on the Moon?” He sighed even sadder and said quietly:
My dear Tsintsinela
Sits and cries on the moon.
For a long time she wanted
Come to Earth to me.
But she is guarded by a terrible
And the disgusting dragon
And the captive of his unfortunate
He won't let you go to earth.
But the time will come: with a bold hand
I'll blow off my enemy's head!
My dear Cincinella
I will save you from the monster.
Adventure Six: Wonderful Flight
Frankly, I didn’t believe him and even laughed at him. But several days passed, and recently, on the seventh of June, the following event happened to Bibigon:
Bibigon was sitting
Under the big burdock
And argued about something
With my rooster.
Suddenly
Got knocked up
Dragonfly in our garden
And I instantly got caught
In his eyes.
And he shouted: “This is my plane!”
Now I'm going on a long flight.
From Africa
I'll fly to Paraguay
Then I will visit my beloved Moon.
I'll bring it to you! -
And he rode a dragonfly in flight!
Look! Look!
He flies over the tree
And he waves his cocked hat cheerfully!
“Goodbye,” he shouts, “
In open battle
I am the evil dragon
I'll kill you like a fly!
And we shouted:
Where are you going? Wait! -
But we only have an echo
The answer was “oh!”
And no Bibigon!
He's gone, gone!
It's like he melted
Among the blue skies!
And his house remains empty -
A toy house, so cozy, -
Which with your own hands
We made it ourselves:
With a toy bathtub, with a cardboard plate...
Will it really be empty forever?
Now there is an Aglaya doll in this house,
But the Aglaya doll is not alive!
She is not alive, her heart does not beat,
She doesn't sing, doesn't play pranks, doesn't laugh!
And our Bibigulya, even though he is mischievous,
But he is a little man, he is alive, alive.
And the inconsolable granddaughters look into the sky,
And, shedding tear after tear,
Everyone is waiting to see if they will see there, near the cloud,
A dragonfly flying towards them.
And the moon rose over the lilac bushes,
And Tata sadly whispered to Elena:
Look, am I imagining this?
It's like he's there on the moon!
He's there on the moon! He returned there
And said goodbye to our Earth forever!
And for a long time the poor things stand at the porch
And they look and look through binoculars,
And their tears roll endlessly,
Their binoculars were wet from tears.
Suddenly they see -
Striped
Kibitochka
Horned in a wagon
The snail is sitting.
The nimble ones carry her
Whiskered beetles
And black ones
Night moths.
Green grasshoppers
They follow her in a row
And the pipes are gilded
They trumpet incessantly.
The wagon rolls and rolls,
And right on the porch
Merry snail
Throws a letter.
In anxiety and sadness
When they read it,
Forgot all the sorrows
And they started laughing.
Just four lines
On a linden leaf
Bibigon writes to us:
"Yesterday behind a black cloud
With my mighty hand
Defeated and Defeated
Dragon Karakakon!
Celebrate the victory
I'll come to you on Wednesday.
Take my bow!
Your faithful BIBIGON."
And the granddaughters are happy:
We will be there again
Wash him, dress him, pamper him!
He's alive and well
He'll come back here
And we will never part with him!
We are happily waiting for your welcome guest!
And we wash and clean the toy house.
In a toy house there is peace and comfort.
How fun the midget will live here.
Old woman Fedosya made from white flour
She bakes pies for him, Bibigon.
And Tata and Lena took up the needle
And they sewed him a new cocked hat.
Sooner, sooner he would return,
Our little Bibigon!
From your colorful shreds,
Orange, blue and red,
They sewed him a lot of updates -
Smart vests, beautiful pants,
Satin cloaks and camisoles!
Oh, if only Bibigon would come back here!
What a dandy he will be!
But he didn't come back
And no Bibigon!
May be,
Was he swallowed by a crow?
Or maybe he
Choked in the water
In some lake
Or a pond?
Perhaps behind a tree
He got caught
Fell from a plane
And crashed to death?
But one day
We're standing in the rain
And we are waiting for Bibigon,
And we wait for him, we wait...
Look, he's on a dandelion,
Like on a small sofa,
Lounged and sitting
And with some stranger
Long-legged insects
Talking.
My granddaughters squealed with joy
And they raced towards him:
Where have you been?
Who did you fight with along the way?
Tell me why you are like this
Pale, tired, thin?
Maybe you're unwell?
Should I call the doctors to see you? -
And they kissed him for a long time,
Caressed him, warmed him,
And then they whispered timidly:
But where is your Cincinela?
My Tsintsinela! - said Bibigon,
And, sighing heavily, he frowned.
She flew with me today
But she hid, poor thing, in the thicket of the forest,
And she would be glad to meet you,
Yes, she is afraid of the evil sorcerer:
The gray-haired sorcerer is cruel and treacherous,
And he prepares bitter grief for her.
But no, witchcraft will not help him.
I'll fall on him like a thunderstorm,
And over his crafty head
My battle sword will sparkle again!
And again Bibigon smiled tiredly...
But lightning suddenly sparkled in the clouds.
Hurry up and go home!
We're running in the rain
And Bibigon
We take it with us!
Well, here we are at home!
And honey and tea
Weary traveler
We're treating you!
And he laughed:
What came back to you:
Dear your family
I love you like my own family.
But now I'm dead tired
I fought with a fierce enemy,
And I would like a little
Relax here by the window.
He is very angry and strong,
This damn dragon!
And, collapsing on a chair,
He yawned sweetly
And fell asleep.
Quiet! Let him sleep off!
It's no good for us to wake him up!
About all your exploits to us
Tomorrow he will tell himself.
Adventure Seven: The Great Victory of Bibigon
The next day Bibigon brought Tsincinela to us. Tsincinela, a tiny girl who looked like a pink doll, warmly said hello to us and, grabbing Bibigon by the hand, jumped out of the window straight into the garden. Such a brave, desperate girl! She liked everything in the garden - the flowers, the butterflies, the squirrels, the starlings, the fir cones, and even the fast funny tadpoles that frolic so merrily in the warm puddle. Bibigon did not leave his sister a single step. All day long they ran around the garden, sang songs, and laughed loudly. But suddenly Tsintsinela screamed and ran to me all in tears: she saw in the distance, near the fence, her enemy Brundulyak.
How scary he is!” she repeated. “What terrible eyes he has!” Save, save me from him! He wants to destroy me! “Don’t cry, Tsintsinela,” said Bibigon. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Today I will deal with the villain! And Bibigon began to sharpen his saber, then loaded his pistols, jumped on the duckling and sang:
Yes, for my beloved sister
I will die with pleasure!
And now he flies to attack
Towards the evil Brundulyak:
Die, damned sorcerer,
From my valiant sword!
But Brundulyak laughed
And he says to the hero:
Ooh, watch out
Dear knight,
Otherwise, turn now
Into a bug, or into a worm,
Or into a dung beetle!
After all, it’s not good for anyone,
When will I start doing magic!
And he inflated like a balloon
And it puffed like a samovar.
And ten times, and twenty times
He said: "Kara-baras!"
But not turned into a worm,
Bibigon stands as before.
And Brundulyak became furious:
So just wait, daredevil!
And again, and again, and again
He repeats the magic word, -
And fifty and sixty,
And eighty times in a row.
And two hundred times, and three hundred times
He says: "Kara-baras!"
But Bibigon stands before him,
As before, safe and sound.
Brundulyak saw that he could not bewitch the daredevil, blinked his cowardly eyes, trembled, babbled and whined:
Don't destroy me!
Don't cut me!
Let me go!
And forgive me!
But Bibigon laughed
Have mercy on you
To the hated one, no!
Now in front of me
And you whine and you whine,
And tomorrow I
You will turn into a worm! -
And he thrust a sharp sword into him,
And it struck him to the very heart.
And the turkey collapsed. And from a fat body
The head flew off into the distant weeds.
And the body rolled into a dark ravine,
And the villain Brundulyak disappeared forever.
And everyone laughed, sang, and rejoiced. And everyone ran to my balcony: boys and girls, old men and old women, and they all shouted loudly:
Long live the fearless hero Bibigon! Glory to him and his dear sister Cincinela!
And so, like a king, majestically
He goes out to them on the balcony,
Nods them left and right
And he smiles at everyone.
Green silk camisole
It is lined with silver,
He has a cocked hat in his hand
With a wonderful peacock feather.
And, sparkling in scarlet attire,
Sweet, cheerful and kind, -
Stands and smiles next to you
His young sister.
Cincinela settled with us, together with her brother, in a toy house, and, of course, we will all try to ensure that she lives well and at ease. I bought wonderful picture books for both of them, for Bibigon and his sister, and when it rains or snows, both of them read them all day long, quickly running through each page - from one letter to a letter, from one line to a line. And when the New Year comes, I will hide my tiny friends well in the pocket of my warm fur coat, and we will go to the Kremlin for the Christmas tree. And I imagine how glad and happy the children will be when they see with their own eyes the living Bibigon and his cheerful, elegant sister, his sword, his triangular hat and hear his perky speech.
Work by Yulia Sysueva, 4th grade student
Head: Chernoyarova N.S., primary school teacher
Analysis of the work by K.I. Chukovsky “The Adventures of Bibigon”.
For the first time, a fairy tale called “Bibigon” was published after the war, in 1945-46. in the magazine "Murzilka". In 1956, “The Adventures of Bibigon” was published as a separate edition in a heavily revised form. The process of creation and the content of the tale were influenced by the difficult war years and personal experience K.I. Chukovsky, who, while living in evacuation in Tashkent, “took a great part in the work of the organization to search for lost children and parents,” and “how many tears of sadness and joy were shed by him together with those under his sponsorship, how many difficult dramas and how many of the most incredible happy accidents was experienced with them!”
"The Adventures of Bibigon" - uhThat wonderful story about the adventures of a tiny midget, a boy the size of a finger, whose name is Bibigon. The work surprises and immerses the reader into the world amazing adventures. It is written in verse interspersed with prose.
The narration is conducted by the author on his own behalf. Korney Ivanovich himself is actor. Besides him, there are also real people in the fairy tale - the writer’s granddaughters Tata and Lena. The writer talks about how he and his granddaughters live in a dacha in Peredelkino, not far from Moscow. Bibigon lives with them. Nobody knows where he came from. And Bibigon himself claims “that he fell from the moon.”
He's thin
Like a twig
He's small
Lilliputian.
But, despite his short stature Bibigon is very brave and courageous.
With everyone, with everyone
He's ready to fight
And never
Nobody
Not afraid.
He is cheerful and dexterous,
He is small and daring,
Another one like this
I haven't seen it for ages.
The work consists of 7 stories about the main character, his exploits, failures, pranks, victories, joys and sorrows.
The first chapter “Bibigon and Brundulyak”. The main enemy of the brave and fearless Bibigon is the turkey Brundulyak. According to Bibigon, Brundulyak is an evil sorcerer who also descended from the Moon and is eager to deal with the Lilliputian, wants to turn him into a bug or a worm.
But Bibigon is not at all afraid and constantly rushes with his sword into battle against the evil turkey. Positive traits Bibigon confirms the author’s speech, written in prose: “That’s how kind and fearless our little Bibigon is.” Brundulyak personifies the scary in the fairy tale. Interestingly, out of all the birds, the turkey was chosen. I think that not only a city child, but even a village child, seeing such a bird, will be frightened at the first moment. Chukovsky specifically contrasts not only the characteristics, but also the sizes of the opponents: a tiny midget and a huge turkey.
In the chapter “Bibigon and the Galosh,” the Lilliputian brought a holey galosh and started swimming in it. He almost drowned, but was saved by his domestic pig, Khavronya. After miraculous salvation he again began to play pranks and sing songs.
In the chapter “Bibigon and the Spider,” the restless Lilliputian angered the big spider.
The spider soaked, the spider endured,
But finally he got angry,
And right up to the ceiling
He dragged Bibigon away.
And with its web
So the villain wrapped him up,
That he was hanging by a thread,
Like a fly with its head down.
And again his friends saved him. “He has many friends everywhere - in the field, and in the swamp, and in the forest, and in the garden. Everyone loves the daredevil Bibigon.” In this tale, animals act and feel like people. And he, having barely escaped death, already boasts that “...near Cape Barnaul he killed fourteen sharks.” These dangerous adventures taught Bibigon nothing at all.
In the chapter "Bibigon and the Crow", he enters into single combat with a huge evil crow and ends up in a crow's nest.
And in the nest -
Look what
Ugly and evil
Eighteen crows
Like dashing robbers,
They want to destroy him.
Eighteen crows
They look at the unfortunate
They grin and
Know they're hitting him with their noses!
Now the poor Lilliputian certainly won’t be able to escape! But the writer’s granddaughter Lena rescued him from trouble. She threw him a flower - a lily, and on it, like on a parachute, the brave Bibigon went down.
Even after this story, Bibigon does not stop boasting. He repeats with a proud look: “I am fearless, I am brave!” Korney Ivanovich does not approve of his pet’s behavior.
The chapter “Bibigon and the Bee” tells that one day Bibigon, as usual, boasted of his courage, sitting on the writer’s desk:
I am every animal
Stronger and braver!
Trembling before me
Clubfoot bear.
Where should the bear go?
Defeat me!
Not born yet
Such a crocodile
Who would be in battle
Defeated me!..
But then she arrived
Furry bee...
Save! - he cried.-
Trouble! Guard! –
And from her,
Like from a fierce wolf,
Into the inkwell
He dived in headfirst.
Bathing in the inkwell ended with Bibigon turning black “like coal.” I had to contact Moidodyr. But even the famous Moidodyr could not wash away “this black ink.” And Bibigon composed a new fable:
I wandered around the Caucasus,
I swam in the Black Sea,
The sea is black - black,
Everything is full of ink!
I took a swim - and at the same time
Became black as coal,
So even on the moon
They envied me.
The granddaughters of Korney Ivanovich asked why Bibigon always talks about the Moon? And he replied that the Moon is his homeland.
Yes, I was born on the moon
I fell here in a dream.
Of course, no one believed the Lilliputian, because he is such a braggart.
Soon Bibigon disappeared. The chapter “Wonderful Flight” tells how Tata and Lena grieved when they lost their pet. How they rejoiced when the Lilliputian returned. He said that he had been to the moon and defeated a dragon. Bibigon saved his sister Tsintsinela, who was hiding from the sorcerer Brundulyak in the forest.
The culmination of the work is contained in the last chapter “ A great victory Bibigona." Here Bibigon introduced the inhabitants of the dacha to his sister Tsintsinela and defeated the evil sorcerer Brundulyak. Chukovsky is not afraid to show children toughness, and even cruelty, if it is justified by saving the lives of others.
And after that - the joy of those around him, and the celebration of the hero. And next to Bibigon is his little sister. It is important for Chukovsky to show this unity of loving relatives, previously separated by evil forces. It turned out that not all the stories that Bibigon told were untrue.
Conclusion:
The important thing in this tale is that by sympathizing and empathizing with all Bibigon’s misadventures and rejoicing at his victories, the author teaches children compassion, empathy and a sense of joy. Scared fairytale monsters and sorcerers, children learn to overcome real real dangers and life difficulties, using a fairy tale example, they obtain a model for personal courage and fearlessness.
Chukovsky said: “In my opinion, the goal of storytellers is to cultivate humanity in a child at any cost - this wondrous ability of a person to worry about other people’s misfortunes, to rejoice in the joys of another, to experience someone else’s fate as his own... in order to awaken this precious ability in a receptive child’s soul to empathize, to sympathize, to rejoice, without which a person is not a person.” (Chukovsky K. “About this book”)
About the variants of May Miturich’s illustrations for “The Adventures of Bibigon” by K. Chukovsky, I would like to collect different editions of this fairy tale in the community. The fact is that not only the drawings for it are interesting, but also the text itself, the way it changed from edition to edition. In particular, Chukovsky “either threw out the lovely lunar sister Cincinella from the text or brought it back.” And although the 1963 book is traditionally considered the first complete edition of The Adventures of Bibigon, Cincinella is not in it.
Chukovsky, K. Adventures of Bibigon / drawings by M. Miturich. - M.: Soviet Russia, 1963. - 62 p.
My the last fairy tale K. Chukovsky wrote in 1945.
"Bibigon" is the first attempt in Soviet post-war literature to speak with children in an almost forgotten, normal, peaceful language."
“This fairy tale is completely peaceful and happy... All adventures take place in a cozy dacha world inhabited by dragonflies, snails, crows, squirrels, chickens, frogs, ducklings. The author lives in the dacha with his granddaughters Tata and Lena, who made a dollhouse for Bibigon and they sew him camisoles and cocked hats... And it doesn’t matter that the real granddaughters were already very big: in 1945, Tata turned 20 years old, and Lena was 14, the boys and younger grandchildren were small (or maybe this is a memory of the pre-war summer of 1939 the year when - according to Tata, Natalya Nikolaevna Kostyukova - Bibigon was invented together with her grandchildren). miracles (mice playing football!) and terrible whispered secrets... And the bearer of the most terrible evil here is a turkey (the inflated Brundulyak-Brandeljak from Chukovsky’s immemorial childhood).” (I. Lukyanova).
“The only surviving poetic experience of little Kolya is given in the autobiographical story “Brandelyak”, which did not appear in print after the only publication in “Murzilka” in 1940. “Brandelyak” talks about a turkey who lived in the yard, shaking his red beard, and greetings he answered in French: “Kurkulyu! Murkulya!" The boy called the turkey Duke Brandeluc de Brandelac and dedicated poems to him. The poems were as follows:
Mister de Brandeluc -
Wonderful turkey.
I'm so glad that I know you
With this important turkey!
I don't know why
I envy him.
The poem ended like this:
If I hadn't known
With this important turkey,
I would never know
That arrogant and boastful
Mister de Brandelac -
Just plain cowardly
A wondering fool."
Kolya “carried a notebook with poems in the lining of his cap, from where it once fell out, the big high school students snatched it and began mockingly reading the poems out loud. Soon they added some nasty words to “Brandelak” and teased the author with “Brandelak.” The whole school was singing the teaser. Inspector Proshka took the poems personally, hated the boy and did not calm down until he was expelled from school." (I. Lukyanova “Korney Chukovsky” M., 2007).
Unfortunately, “The Adventures of Bibigon” from 1966 has not been preserved in our collection. Interesting to know, Are the 1963 and 1966 editions fundamentally different?
(I can judge some minor differences from the post 1_9_6_3
). And the most important thing - did Cincinella appear in the 1966 book, or did this only happen in 1969?
I really want to hope that our collectors will find "Murzilka" magazines for 1945-46
, where the fairy tale was first published, and also first separate edition"The Adventures of Bibigon" 1956
- with illustrations by V. Konashevich (the text there was shortened).
