Wonderful storyteller Nikolai Nosov. Nikolai Nosov: an entertaining biography of a children's writer in stories and pictures. How Nikolai Nosov began writing stories

When Mishka and I were very little, we really wanted to ride in a car, but we just never succeeded. No matter how much we asked for drivers, no one wanted to give us a ride. One day we were walking in the yard. Suddenly we looked - on the street, near our gate, a car stopped. The driver got out of the car and went somewhere. We ran up. I speak:

This is Volga.

No, this is Moskvich.

You understand a lot! - I say.

Of course, Moskvich,” says Mishka. - Look at his hood.

What kind of hood, I say? It's the girls who have a hood, but the car has a hood! Look at the body. Mishka looked and said:

Well, a belly like Moskvich’s.

“You have a belly,” I say, “but the car doesn’t have any belly.”

You said it yourself, belly.

I said body, not belly! Oh you! You don’t understand, but you climb!

Mishka came up to the car from behind and said:

Does the Volga really have a buffer? This is Moskvich's buffer.

I speak:

You'd better keep quiet. I came up with some kind of buffer. A buffer is a car on a railway, and a car has a bumper. Both Moskvich and Volga have a bumper.

The bear touched the bumper with his hands and said:

You can sit on this bumper and go.

No need, I tell him.

Don't be afraid. Let's drive a little and jump off. Then the driver came and got into the car. The bear ran up from behind, sat on the bumper and whispered:

Sit down quickly! Sit down quickly!

I speak:

No need!

Go quickly! Oh you coward! I ran up and clung next to him. The car started moving and how it rushes!

The bear got scared and said:

I'll jump off! I'll jump off!

“Don’t,” I say, “you’ll hurt yourself!” And he repeats:

I'll jump off! I'll jump off!

And he had already begun to lower one leg. I looked back, and another car was rushing behind us. I shout:

Do not dare! Look, now the car will run you over!

People on the sidewalk stop and look at us. At the intersection, a policeman blew his whistle. The bear got scared, jumped onto the pavement, but didn’t let go of his hands, holding on to the bumper, his legs dragging on the ground. I got scared, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him up. The car stopped, and I was dragging everything. The bear finally climbed onto the bumper again. People gathered around. I shout:

Hold on tight, fool!

Then everyone laughed. I saw that we had stopped and got down.

“Get down,” I tell Mishka.

And he is frightened and does not understand anything. I forcibly tore him away from this bumper. A policeman ran up and took down the number. The driver got out of the cab - everyone attacked him:

Don't you see what's going on behind you?

And they forgot about us. I whisper to Mishka:

We stepped aside and ran into the alley. We ran home, out of breath. Both of Mishka’s knees are raw and bleeding and his pants are torn. This is him when he was riding on the pavement on his stomach. He got it from his mother!

Then Mishka says:

The pants are nothing, you can sew them up, but the knees will heal on their own. I just feel sorry for the driver: he’ll probably get it because of us. Did you see the policeman write down the car number?

I speak:

I should have stayed and said that the driver was not to blame.

“We’ll write a letter to the policeman,” says Mishka.

We began to write a letter. They wrote and wrote, ruined twenty sheets of paper, and finally they wrote:

“Dear comrade policeman! You entered the number incorrectly. That is, you wrote down the number correctly, only it was incorrect that the driver was at fault. The driver is not to blame: Mishka and I are to blame. We got hooked, but he didn’t know. The driver is good and drives correctly.”

On the envelope they wrote:

“Corner of Gorky Street and Bolshaya Gruzinskaya, get to the policeman.”

They sealed the letter and threw it into the box. It will probably come.

Important decision

This happened after the steam engine that Mishka and I made from a tin can exploded. The bear heated the water too much, the can burst, and the hot steam burned his hand. It’s good that Mishka’s mother immediately smeared naphthalan ointment on his hand. This is very good remedy. Those who don’t believe, let them try it themselves. You just need to apply it as soon as you get burned, before the skin comes off.

After the car burst, Mishka’s mother forbade us to tinker with it and threw it in the trash. We had to loiter around for a while. The boredom was fatal. Spring has begun. The snow was melting everywhere. Streams gurgled through the streets. The sun was already shining through the windows like spring. But nothing made us happy. Mishka and I have such a character - we definitely need some kind of activity. When there is nothing to do, we begin to get bored and are bored until we find something to do.

One time I come to Mishka, and he is sitting at the table, his nose buried in some book, his head in his hands, and he sees nothing in the world except this book and does not even notice that I have come. I deliberately slammed the door louder so that he would pay attention to me.

Oh, it's you, Nikoladze! - Mishka was happy. He never called me by name. Instead of simply saying “Kolya,” he calls me either Nikola, then Mikola, then Mikula Selyaninovich, then Miklouho-Maclay, and once even began to call me in Greek - Nikolaki. In a word, every day there is a new name. But I'm not offended. Let him call him if he likes it that way.

Yes, it’s me, I say. - What kind of book do you have? Why are you clinging to her like a tick?

Very interesting book, says Mishka. - I bought it this morning at the newsstand.

I looked: on the cover there is a rooster and a hen and it says “Poultry farming”, and on each page there are some chicken coops and drawings.

What's interesting here? - I say. - This is some kind of scientific book.

It’s good that it’s scientific. These are not some fairy tales. Everything here is true. This is a useful book.

Mishka is such a person - he definitely needs everything to be useful. When he has extra money, he goes to the store and buys some useful book. One day he bought a book called “Reverse trigonometric functions and Chebyshev polynomials.” Of course, he didn’t understand a word in this book and decided to read it later, when he became a little wiser. Since then, this book has been lying on his shelf - waiting for him to wiser up.

Bear marked the page he was reading on and closed the book.

“Here, brother, it’s all about,” he said, “how to raise chickens, ducks, geese, turkeys.”

Are you planning on raising turkeys? - I asked.

Who doesn't know this! - I say. - Last year I was with my mother on the collective farm and saw the incubator. There, chickens were hatched every day, in numbers of five hundred or a thousand. They had to force them out of the incubator.

What are you saying! - Mishka was surprised. - I didn’t know about this before. I thought the chickens were always hatched by the hen. When we lived in the village, I saw a mother hen hatching her chicks.

I also saw a hen. But the incubator is much better. You put a dozen eggs under the hen and that’s it, but you can put a thousand in the incubator at once.

“I know,” says Mishka. - It's written about it here. And then, while the hen sits on the eggs and raises the chickens, she does not lay eggs, but if the chickens are hatched by an incubator, the chicken lays eggs all the time, and many more eggs are produced.

We began to calculate how many extra eggs there would be if all the hens did not hatch chicks, but instead laid eggs. It turned out that the hen hatches her chicks for twenty-one days, then she raises little chicks, so it will be three months before she starts laying eggs again.

Three months is ninety days,” said Mishka. - If the hen did not hatch chicks, she would be able to lay ninety more eggs in a year. In some small farm with only ten chickens, a year would produce nine hundred more eggs. And if you take a farm like a collective farm or state farm, where there are a thousand chickens on a poultry farm, then you will get ninety thousand more eggs. Just think - ninety thousand!

We talked for a long time about the benefits of an incubator. Then Mishka said:

What if we made a small incubator ourselves so that the eggs would hatch chickens in it?

How will we do this? - I say. - After all, you need to know how to do everything.

There’s nothing tricky,” says Mishka. - Everything is written here in the book. The main thing is that the eggs are heated exactly twenty-one days in a row, and then the chickens will hatch from them.

I suddenly really wanted us to have little chickens, because I really love all kinds of birds and animals. In the fall, Mishka and I even signed up for a youth club and worked in a living corner, and then Mishka came up with the idea of ​​making this steam engine, and we stopped going to the club. Vitya Smirnov, who was our headman, said that he would cross us off the list if we didn’t work, but we said that we would, and he didn’t cross us off.

Mishka began to tell us how good it would be when we hatched little chickens.

They will be so cute! - he said. “It will be possible to fence off a corner for them in the kitchen, and let them live there, and we will feed them and take care of them.”

But you’ll have to fuss for three weeks until they hatch! - I say.

Why bother? Let's make an incubator and they will hatch. I thought about it.

Mishka looked at me with concern. I saw that he really wanted to get down to business as quickly as possible.

OK! - I say. - We still have nothing to do, we’ll try.

I knew you would agree! - Mishka was happy. “I would take on this matter myself, but I’m bored without you.”

Exit found

That night I could not sleep for a long time.

For an hour I lay in bed and thought about the incubator. At first I wanted to ask my mother to allow us to burn a kerosene lamp, but then I realized that my mother would not allow us to mess with the fire, since she is very afraid of fire and always hides matches from me. Besides, Mishka’s mother took away our kerosene lamp and would never give it back. Everyone had been asleep for a long time, but I thought about it and couldn’t fall asleep.

Suddenly a very good thought came into my head: “What if you heat water using an electric light bulb?”

I slowly got up, lit the table lamp and put my finger on it to find out how much heat was generated from the electric light bulb. The light bulb quickly heated up, so that it became impossible to hold the finger. Then I took the thermometer off the wall and leaned it against the light bulb.

The mercury quickly rose and hit the upper end, so that there weren’t even enough divisions on the thermometer. This means there was a lot of heat.

I calmed down and hung the thermometer back. Subsequently, after some time, we discovered that this thermometer began to lie and show the wrong temperature. When the room was cool, for some reason it showed about forty degrees of heat, and when it became warmer, the mercury climbed to the very top and stuck there until it was shaken off. He never showed the temperature to be less than thirty degrees, so even in winter we could live without heating if he hadn’t lied.

Maybe this happened because I applied the thermometer to the lamp? Don't know.

The next day I told Mishka about my invention.

When we returned from school, I asked my mother for an old table lamp that was in our closet, and we decided to try heating water with electricity. We put a table lamp instead of a kerosene lamp in a drawer, and so that the light bulb was closer to the jar of water and heated it better, Mishka placed several books under it. I turned on the electricity and we began to monitor the thermometer. At first, the mercury in the thermometer stood still for a long time, and we even began to fear that nothing would work out for us. Then the electric light bulb gradually heated the water, and the mercury began to slowly rise upward.

Half an hour later it rose to thirty-nine degrees. The bear clapped his hands with joy and shouted:

Hooray! Here it is, real chicken temperature!.. It turns out that electricity is no worse than kerosene.

Of course, I say, no worse. Electricity is even better, because kerosene can cause a fire, but nothing can happen with electricity.

Then we noticed that the mercury in the thermometer climbed higher and rose to forty degrees.

Stop! - Mishka shouted. - Stop! Look where she's going!

“We have to stop her somehow,” I say.

How can you stop her? If it were a kerosene lamp, you could tighten the wick.

What kind of wick is there when it’s electricity!

It's no good, your electricity! - Mishka got angry.

Why my electricity? - I was offended. - It is as much mine as it is yours.

But it was you who came up with the idea of ​​heating with electricity. Look, it's already forty-two degrees! If it goes like this, then all the eggs will be boiled and there won’t be any chickens.

Wait, I say. - In my opinion, we need to lower the light bulb lower, then it will heat the water less efficiently and the temperature will drop.

We pulled out the thickest book from under the lamp and began to see what would happen. The mercury slowly crept down and dropped to thirty-nine degrees. We breathed a sigh of relief, and Mishka said:

Well, everything is fine now. You can start hatching chickens. Now I’ll ask my mother for money, and you run home and ask for money too. We'll get together and buy a dozen eggs at the store.

I ran home as quickly as possible and began asking my mother for money for eggs.

Mom couldn’t understand why I needed eggs. I forcefully explained to her that we had set up an incubator and wanted to hatch chickens.

“Nothing will work out for you,” said my mother. - Is it a joke to breed chickens without a hen! You will only waste your time.

But I didn’t lag behind my mother and asked for everything.

“Okay,” my mother agreed. - Where do you want to buy eggs?

“In the store,” I say. - Where else?

“Eggs from the store are not suitable for such a thing,” says my mother. - Chickens need the most fresh eggs, which the chicken recently laid, and from those eggs that have been lying for a long time, chickens will no longer hatch.

I returned to Mishka and told him what my mother told me.

Oh, I'm so ugly! - says Mishka. - After all, it’s written about this in the book. I completely forgot!

We decided to go the next day to the village to visit Aunt Natasha, with whom we lived in the country last year. Aunt Natasha has her own chickens, and we were sure that we would get the freshest eggs from her.

Living hat

The hat was lying on the chest of drawers, the kitten Vaska was sitting on the floor near the chest of drawers, and Vovka and Vadik were sitting at the table and coloring pictures. Suddenly something plopped behind them and fell to the floor. They turned around and saw a hat on the floor near the chest of drawers.

Vovka went up to the chest of drawers, bent down, wanted to pick up his hat - and suddenly he shouted:

- Ah ah ah! - and run to the side.

- What are you? – Vadik asks.

–　She’s alive, alive!

–　Who’s alive?

–　Shit-ha-ha-ha.

- What you! Are there real hats?

-　Look for yourself!

Vadik came closer and began to look at the hat. Suddenly the hat crawled straight towards him. He will shout:

–　Ay! - and jumped onto the sofa. Vovka is behind him.

The hat climbed out into the middle of the room and stopped. The guys look at her and shake with fear. Then the hat turned and crawled towards the sofa.

–　Ay! Oh! - the guys shouted.

They jumped off the sofa and ran out of the room. They ran into the kitchen and closed the door behind them.

-　I'm hoo-ho-ho-zhu! - says Vovka.

- Where ?

–　I’ll go to my home.

- Why ?

–　I’m afraid of hats! This is the first time I have seen a hat walking around the room.

–　Or maybe someone is pulling her string?

-　Well, go take a look.

- Let's go together. I'll take the putter. If she comes at us, I’ll hit her with my stick.

-　Wait, I’ll take the hockey stick too.

–　We don’t have any other stick.

–　Well, I’ll take a ski pole.

They took a hockey stick and a ski pole, opened the door and looked into the room.

-　Where is she? – Vadik asks.

-　Over there, near the table.

–　Now I’ll hit her with a stick! – says Vadik. - Just let him get closer, such a tramp!

But the hat lay near the table and did not move.

-　Yeah, I was scared! - the guys were happy. - He's afraid to come near us.

“Now I’ll scare her away,” said Vadik.

He started hitting the floor with his hockey stick and shouting:

–　Hey you, hat!

But the hat didn't move.

“Let’s pick up some potatoes and shoot them with potatoes,” Vovka suggested.

They returned to the kitchen, picked up potatoes from the basket and began throwing them at the hat.” They threw and threw, and finally Vadik hit him. The hat will jump up!

–　Meow! – something shouted. Lo and behold, a gray tail poked out from under the hat, then a paw, and then the kitten itself jumped out.

–　Vaska! - the guys were happy.

“He was probably sitting on the floor, and his hat fell on him from the chest of drawers,” Vovka guessed.

Vadik grabbed Vaska and let's hug him!

-　Vaska, dear, how did you get under the hat?

But Vaska didn’t answer, he just snorted and squinted from the light.

Patch

Bobka had wonderful pants: green, or rather khaki. Bobka loved them very much and always boasted:

Look, guys, what kind of pants I have. Soldiers!

All the guys, of course, were jealous. No one else had green pants like these.

One day Bobka climbed over the fence, got caught on a nail and tore these wonderful pants. Out of frustration, he almost cried, went home as quickly as possible and began to ask his mother to sew it up.

Mom got angry:

You will climb fences, tear your pants, and I have to sew them up?

I won't do it again! Sew it up, mom!

Sew it up yourself.

But I can’t do it!

Managed to tear it, managed to sew it up.

Well, I’ll walk like this,” Bobka grumbled and went into the yard.

The guys saw that he had a hole in his pants and started laughing.

What kind of soldier are you, they say, if your pants are torn?

And Bobka makes excuses:

I asked my mother to sew it up, but she didn’t want to.

Do mothers sew up soldiers’ pants? - the guys say. - A soldier must be able to do everything himself: put on a patch and sew on a button.

Bobka felt ashamed.

He went home and asked his mother for a needle, thread and a piece of green cloth. He cut out a patch the size of a cucumber from the material and began sewing it to his pants.

This was not an easy matter. Besides, Bobka was in a hurry and pricked his fingers with a needle.

Why are you injecting yourself? Oh, you disgusting one! - Bobka said to the needle and tried to grab it by the very tip so as not to prick himself.

Finally the patch was sewn on. It stuck out on my pants like a dried mushroom, and the material around it wrinkled so much that one leg even became shorter.

Well, where is this good? - Bobka grumbled, looking at his pants. - Even worse than it was! Everything will have to be redone.

He took a knife and tore off the patch. Then he straightened it out, put it back on his pants, carefully traced around the patch with an ink pencil and began to sew it on again. Now he sewed slowly, carefully, and always made sure that the patch did not go beyond the line.

He fumbled for a long time, sniffling and groaning, but when he was done, the patch was a pleasure to look at. It was sewn evenly, smoothly and so tightly that you couldn’t tear it off with your teeth.

Finally Bobka put on his pants and went out into the yard. The guys surrounded him.

Well done! - they said. - And the patch, look, is outlined in pencil. It’s immediately obvious that he sewed it himself.

And Bobka turned in all directions so that everyone could see, and said:

Eh, I wish I could learn how to sew on buttons, but it’s a shame not a single one came off! That is OK. Someday it comes off, I'll definitely sew it on myself.

Entertainers

Valya and I are entertainers. We are always playing some games.

Once we read the fairy tale "The Three Little Pigs". And then they started playing. At first we ran around the room, jumped and shouted:

We're not afraid Gray wolf!

Then mom went to the store, and Valya said:

Come on, Petya, let's make ourselves a house, like those pigs in the fairy tale.

We pulled the blanket off the bed and covered the table with it. This is how the house turned out. We climbed into it, and it was dark and dark in there!

Valya says:

It's good that we have our own home! We will always live here and will not let anyone in, and if the gray wolf comes, we will drive him away.

I speak:

It’s a pity that we don’t have windows in our house, it’s very dark!

Nothing, says Valya. - Piglets have houses without windows.

I'm asking:

Can you see me?

No, what about me?

And I, I say, no. I can't even see myself.

Suddenly someone grabs me by the leg! I'll scream! I jumped out from under the table, and Valya followed me!

What you? - asks.

“Someone grabbed me by the leg,” I say. Maybe a gray wolf?

Valya got scared and ran out of the room. I'm behind her. They ran out into the corridor and slammed the door.

“Come on,” I say, “hold the door so he doesn’t open it.” We held the door and held it. Valya says:

Maybe there's no one there?

I speak:

Who touched my leg then?

It’s me,” says Valya, “I wanted to find out where you are.”

Why didn't you say before?

“I,” he says, “was scared.” You scared me.

We opened the door. There is no one in the room. But we’re still afraid to approach the table: what if a gray wolf crawls out from under it!

I speak:

Go take off the blanket. And Valya says:

No, you go! I speak:

There's no one there.

Or maybe there is! I tiptoed to the table, pulled the edge of the blanket and ran to the door. The blanket has fallen, and there is no one under the table. We were delighted. They wanted to fix the house, but Valya said:

Suddenly someone will grab your leg again!

They never started playing “The Three Little Pigs” anymore.

Blot

I'll tell you about Fedya Rybkin, how he made the whole class laugh. He had a habit of making guys laugh. And he didn’t care: it was a break now or a lesson. So here it is. It started when Fedya got into a fight with Grisha Kopeikin over a bottle of mascara. But to tell the truth, there was no fight here. Nobody hit anyone. They simply tore the bottle out of each other’s hands, and the mascara splashed out of it, and one drop landed on Fedya’s forehead. This left him with a black blot the size of a nickel on his forehead.

At first Fedya got angry, and then he saw that the guys were laughing, looking at his blot, and decided that this was even better. And he did not wash off the blot.

Soon the bell rang, Zinaida Ivanovna came, and the lesson began. All the guys looked back at Fedya and slowly laughed at his blot. Fedya really liked that he could make the kids laugh with just his appearance. He deliberately stuck his finger into the bottle and smeared his nose with mascara. No one could look at him without laughing. The class became noisy.

At first Zinaida Ivanovna could not understand what was the matter, but soon she noticed Fedya’s blot and even stopped in surprise.

“What did you stain your face with, mascara?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Fedya nodded his head.

– What mascara? This one? Zinaida Ivanovna pointed to the bottle that stood on the desk.

“This one,” Fedya confirmed, and his mouth parted almost to his ears.

Zinaida Ivanovna put her glasses on her nose and looked at the black spots on Fedya’s face with a serious look, after which she sadly shook her head.

“You did it in vain, in vain!” she said.

“What?” Fedya became worried.

– Yes, you see, this mascara is chemical, poisonous. It eats away at the skin. As a result, the skin first begins to itch, then blisters appear on it, and then lichens and ulcers appear all over the face.

Fedya was scared. His face fell and his mouth opened of its own accord.

“I won’t smear myself with mascara anymore,” he mumbled.

“Yes, I really think you won’t do it again!” Zinaida Ivanovna grinned and continued the lesson.

Fedya quickly began to wipe away the mascara stains with a handkerchief, then turned his frightened face to Grisha Kopeikin and asked:

“Yes,” Grisha said in a whisper. Fedya again began to rub his face, rubbing it with a handkerchief and a blotter, but the black spots were deeply ingrained into the skin and did not rub off. Grisha handed Fedya an eraser and said:

- Here you go. I have a wonderful elastic band. Rub it, try it. If she doesn't help you, then it's a lost cause.

Fedya began to rub Grisha’s face with the rubber band, but that didn’t help either. Then he decided to run to wash himself and raised his hand. But Zinaida Ivanovna, as if on purpose, did not notice him. He stood up, then sat down, then rose on his tiptoes, trying to stretch his arm as high as possible. Finally Zinaida Ivanovna asked what he needed.

“Let me go wash,” Fedya asked in a plaintive voice.

– Is your face already itching?

“No,” Fedya hesitated. “It doesn’t seem to be itching yet.”

- Well, then sit down. You'll have time to wash yourself during recess.

Fedya sat down and again began to wipe his face with a blotter.

“Are you itching?” Grisha asked worriedly.

- No, it doesn’t seem to itch... No, it seems to itch. I can’t tell if it’s itching or not. It seems like it's already itching! Well, look, are there any more blisters?

“There are no blisters yet, but everything around is already red,” Grisha said in a whisper.

“Red?” Fedya was frightened. “Why did it turn red?” Maybe blisters or sores are already starting?

Fedya again began to raise his hand and ask Zinaida Ivanovna to let him wash.

“It’s itchy!” he whined.

Now he had no time to laugh. And Zinaida Ivanovna said:

- Nothing. Let it itch. But next time you won’t smear your face with anything.

Fedya sat as if on pins and needles and kept clutching his face with his hands. It began to seem to him that his face was actually starting to itch, and bumps were already beginning to swell in place of the spots.

“You better not have three,” Grisha advised him.

Finally the bell rang. Fedya was the first to jump out of the classroom and ran as fast as he could to the washbasin. There he spent the entire recess rubbing his face with soap, and the whole class was making fun of him. Finally he wiped the mascara stains clean and walked around looking serious for a whole week after that. I kept expecting blisters to appear on my face. But the blisters never popped up, and during this week Fedya even forgot how to laugh in class. Now he laughs only during breaks, and even then not always.

On the hill

The guys worked all day - building a snow slide in the yard. They shoveled snow and dumped it in a heap under the wall of the barn. Only by lunchtime the slide was ready. The guys poured water on her and ran home for lunch.

“We’ll have lunch,” they said, “and the slide will freeze for now.” And after lunch we will come with a sled and go for a ride.

And Kotka Chizhov from the sixth apartment is so cunning! He didn't build the slide. He sits at home and looks out the window as others work. The guys shout at him to go build a slide, but he just throws up his hands outside the window and shakes his head, as if he’s not allowed to. And when the guys left, he quickly got dressed, put on his skates and ran out into the yard. Teal skates in the snow, chirp! And he doesn’t know how to skate properly! I drove up to the hill.

–　Oh, he says, – it turned out to be a good slide! I'll jump now.

As soon as I climbed the hill, I hit my nose!

- Wow ! - speaks. - Slippery!

I got to my feet and again - bang! I fell ten times. He can't climb a hill.

"What to do?" - thinks.

I thought and thought and came up with:

“Now I’ll sprinkle some sand and climb on it.”

He grabbed the plywood and drove to the janitor's room. There is a box with sand. He began to drag sand from the box up the hill. He sprinkles in front of himself, and he climbs higher and higher. I climbed to the very top.

“Now,” he says, “I’ll jump!”

He pushed off with his foot and again - bang with his nose! Skates don't skate on sand! Kotka lies on his stomach and says:

–　How can you skate on the sand now?

And he climbed down on all fours. Then the guys came running. They see that the hill is covered with sand.

–　Who messed this up here? - they shouted. – Who sprinkled sand on the hill? Have you seen it, Kotka?

“No,” says Kotka, “I haven’t seen it.” I sprinkled it myself because it was slippery and I couldn’t climb on it.

-　Oh, you smart guy! Look what you came up with! We worked and worked, and he worked with sand! How to ride now?

Kotka says:

–　Maybe someday it will snow, it will cover the sand, and then you can ride.

–　So it might snow in a week, but we need to go for a ride today.

“Well, I don’t know,” says Kotka.

- Do not you know! You know how to ruin a slide, but you don’t know how to fix it! Grab a shovel now!

Kotka untied his skates and took a shovel.

–　Fill the sand with snow!

Kotka began to sprinkle snow on the hill, and the guys poured water on it again.

“Now,” they say, “it’ll freeze, and you’ll be able to ride.”

And Kotka liked the work so much that he also made steps on the side with a shovel.

“This,” he says, “is so that it’s easy for everyone to climb, otherwise someone else will sprinkle sand again!”

steps

One day Petya was returning from kindergarten. On this day he learned to count to ten. He reached his house, and his younger sister Valya was already waiting at the gate.

They began to climb the stairs, and Petya counted the steps loudly:

-　Well, why did you stop? – asks Valya.

“Well, remember,” says Valya. They stood on the stairs, standing. Petya says:

–　No, I can’t remember that. Well, let's start over again.

They went down the stairs. They began to climb up again.

“One,” says Petya, “two, three, four, five...

And he stopped again.

–　Have you forgotten again? – asks Valya.

- Forgot ! How can this be! I just remembered, I suddenly forgot! Well, let's try again.

They went down the stairs again, and Petya started over:

–　One, two, three, four, five...

–　Maybe twenty-five? – asks Valya.

- Not really! You're just stopping me from thinking! You see, because of you I forgot! We'll have to do it all over again.

–　I don’t want to at first! - says Valya. - What it is? Up, down, up, down! My legs already hurt.

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to,” answered Petya. “And I won’t go further until I remember.”

Valya went home and said to her mother:

-　Mom, Petya is counting the steps on the stairs: one, two, three, four, five, but he doesn’t remember the rest.

Valya ran back to the stairs, and Petya kept counting the steps:

–　One, two, three, four, five...

- Six ! - Valya whispers. - Six! Six!

- Six ! – Petya was happy and moved on. - Seven eight nine ten.

It’s good that the stairs ended, otherwise he would never have reached the house, because he only learned to count to ten.

When Mishka and I were very little, we really wanted to ride in a car, but we just never succeeded. No matter how much we asked for drivers, no one wanted to give us a ride. One day we were walking in the yard. Suddenly we looked - on the street, near our gate, a car stopped. The driver got out of the car and went somewhere. We ran up. I speak:

This is Volga.

No, this is Moskvich.

You understand a lot! - I say.

Of course, “Moskvich,” says Mishka. - Look at his hood.

How much trouble Mishka and I had before the New Year! We have been preparing for the holiday for a long time: we glued paper chains to the tree, cut out flags, and made various Christmas tree decorations. Everything would have been fine, but then Mishka took out a book somewhere called “Entertaining Chemistry” and read in it how to make sparklers himself.

This is where the chaos began! For whole days he pounded sulfur and sugar in a mortar, made aluminum filings and set fire to the mixture for testing. There was smoke and a stink of suffocating gases throughout the house. The neighbors were angry, and there were no sparklers.

But Mishka did not lose heart. He even invited many of the kids from our class to his Christmas tree and boasted that he would have sparklers.

They know what they are! - he said. - They sparkle like silver and scatter in all directions with fiery splashes. I tell Mishka:

Once upon a time there was a dog Barboska. He had a friend - the cat Vaska. They both lived with their grandfather. Grandfather went to work, Barboska guarded the house, and Vaska the cat caught mice.

One day, grandfather went to work, the cat Vaska ran off for a walk somewhere, and Barbos stayed at home. Having nothing else to do, he climbed onto the windowsill and began to look out the window. He was bored, so he yawned around.

“It’s good for our grandfather! - thought Barboska. - He went to work and is working. Vaska is doing well too - he ran away from home and is walking on the rooftops. But I have to sit and guard the apartment.”

At this time, Barboskin's friend Bobik was running down the street. They often met in the yard and played together. Barbos saw his friend and was delighted:

Chapter first

Just think how quickly time flies! Before I knew it, the holidays were over and it was time to go to school. All summer I did nothing but run around the streets and play football, and I even forgot to think about books. That is, I sometimes read books, but not educational ones, but some fairy tales or stories, and so that I could study the Russian language or arithmetic - this was not the case. I was already good at Russian, but I didn’t like arithmetic. The worst thing for me was solving problems. Olga Nikolaevna even wanted to give me a summer job in arithmetic, but then she regretted it and transferred me to the fourth grade without work.

I don’t want to ruin your summer,” she said. - I will transfer you this way, but you must promise that you will study arithmetic yourself in the summer.

Mishka and I had a wonderful life at the dacha! This is where the freedom was! Do what you want, go wherever you want. You can go to the forest to pick mushrooms or pick berries, or swim in the river, but if you don’t want to swim, just go fishing and no one will say a word to you. When my mother’s vacation ended and she had to get ready to go back to the city, Mishka and I even became sad. Aunt Natasha noticed that we were both walking around as if we were in a daze, and began to persuade my mother to let Mishka and I stay for a while longer. Mom agreed and agreed with Aunt Natasha so that she would feed us and stuff like that, and she would leave.

Mishka and I stayed with Aunt Natasha. And Aunt Natasha had a dog, Dianka. And just on the day when her mother left, Dianka suddenly gave birth to six puppies. Five were black with red spots and one was completely red, only one ear was black.

The hat was lying on the chest of drawers, the kitten Vaska was sitting on the floor near the chest of drawers, and Vovka and Vadik were sitting at the table and coloring pictures. Suddenly something plopped behind them and fell to the floor. They turned around and saw a hat on the floor near the chest of drawers.

Vovka went up to the chest of drawers, bent down, wanted to pick up his hat - and suddenly he shouted:

Ah ah ah! - and run to the side.

What are you? - asks Vadik.

She's alive, alive!

One day a glazier was sealing the frames for the winter, and Kostya and Shurik stood nearby and watched. When the glazier left, they picked up the putty from the windows and began to sculpt animals from it. Only they didn’t get the animals. Then Kostya blinded a snake and said to Shurik:

Look what I got.

Shurik looked and said:

Liverwurst.

Kostya was offended and hid the putty in his pocket. Then they went to the cinema. Shurik kept getting worried and asked:

Where's the putty?

And Kostya answered:

Here it is, in your pocket. I won't eat it!

They took tickets to the cinema and bought two mint gingerbread cookies.

Bobka had wonderful pants: green, or rather khaki. Bobka loved them very much and always boasted:

Look, guys, what kind of pants I have. Soldiers!

All the guys, of course, were jealous. No one else had green pants like these.

One day Bobka climbed over the fence, got caught on a nail and tore these wonderful pants. Out of frustration, he almost cried, went home as quickly as possible and began to ask his mother to sew it up.

Mom got angry:

You will climb fences, tear your pants, and I have to sew them up?

I won't do it again! Sew it up, mom!

Valya and I are entertainers. We are always playing some games.

Once we read the fairy tale "The Three Little Pigs". And then they started playing. At first we ran around the room, jumped and shouted:

We are not afraid of the gray wolf!

Then mom went to the store, and Valya said:

Come on, Petya, let's make ourselves a house, like those pigs in the fairy tale.

We pulled the blanket off the bed and covered the table with it. This is how the house turned out. We climbed into it, and it was dark and dark in there!

There lived a little girl named Ninochka. She was only five years old. She had a dad, a mom and an old grandmother, whom Ninochka called grandma.

Ninochka’s mother went to work every day, and Ninochka’s grandmother stayed with her. She taught Ninochka to dress, and wash, and fasten the buttons on her bra, and lace her shoes, and braid her hair, and even write letters.

Anyone who has read the book “The Adventure of Dunno” knows that Dunno had many friends - little people just like him.

Among them were two mechanics - Vintik and Shpuntik, who were very fond of making different things. One day they decided to build a vacuum cleaner to clean the room.

We made a round metal box from two halves. An electric motor with a fan was placed in one half, a rubber tube was attached to the other, and a piece of dense material was placed between both halves so that dust would be retained in the vacuum cleaner.

They worked all day and all night, and only the next morning the vacuum cleaner was ready.

Everyone was still sleeping, but Vintik and Shpuntik really wanted to check how the vacuum cleaner worked.

Znayka, who loved to read, read a lot in books about distant countries and different travels. Often, when there was nothing to do in the evening, he would tell his friends about what he had read in books. The kids loved these stories very much. They liked to hear about countries that they had never seen, but most of all they liked to hear about travelers, since different things happen to travelers. incredible stories and the most extraordinary adventures happen.

After hearing such stories, the kids began to dream about going on a trip themselves. Some suggested doing hiking, others suggested sailing along the river in boats, and Znayka said:

Let's make a hot air balloon and fly in the balloon.

If Dunno took on something, he did it wrong, and everything turned out topsy-turvy for him. He learned to read only in letters, and could only write in block letters. Many said that Dunno had a completely empty head, but this is not true, because how could he think then? Of course, he didn’t think well, but he put his shoes on his feet, and not on his head—this, too, requires consideration.

Dunno was not so bad. He really wanted to learn something, but did not like to work. He wanted to learn right away, without any difficulty, and even the smartest little guy couldn’t get anything out of this.

Toddlers and little girls loved music very much, and Guslya was a wonderful musician. He had different musical instruments, and he often played them. Everyone listened to the music and praised it very much. Dunno was jealous that Guslya was being praised, so he began to ask him:

- Teach me to play. I also want to be a musician.

The mechanic Vintik and his assistant Shpuntik were very good craftsmen. They looked alike, only Vintik was a little taller, and Shpuntik was a little shorter. Both wore leather jackets. Wrenches, pliers, files and other iron tools were always sticking out of their jacket pockets. If the jackets weren’t leather, the pockets would have come off long ago. Their hats were also leather, with canned glasses. They wore these glasses while working so as not to get dust in their eyes.

Vintik and Shpuntik sat in their workshop all day long and repaired primus stoves, pots, kettles, frying pans, and when there was nothing to repair, they made tricycles and scooters for short people.

Mom recently gave Vitalik an aquarium with fish. It was a very good fish, beautiful! Silver crucian carp - that's what it was called. Vitalik was glad that he had a crucian carp. At first he was very interested in the fish - he fed it, changed the water in the aquarium, and then he got used to it and sometimes even forgot to feed it on time.

I'll tell you about Fedya Rybkin, how he made the whole class laugh. He had a habit of making guys laugh. And he didn’t care: it was a break now or a lesson. So here it is. It started when Fedya got into a fight with Grisha Kopeikin over a bottle of mascara. But to tell the truth, there was no fight here. Nobody hit anyone. They simply tore the bottle out of each other’s hands, and the mascara splashed out of it, and one drop landed on Fedya’s forehead. This left him with a black blot the size of a nickel on his forehead.

Under my window there is a front garden with a low cast-iron fence. In winter, the janitor cleans the street and shovels snow behind the fence, and I throw pieces of bread through the window for the sparrows. As soon as these little birds see a treat in the snow, they immediately fly from different directions and sit on the branches of a tree that grows in front of the window. They sit for a long time, looking around restlessly, but do not dare to go down. They must be frightened by people passing on the street.

But then one sparrow plucked up courage, flew off the branch and, sitting down in the snow, began pecking at the bread.

Mom left home and said to Misha:

I'm leaving, Mishenka, and you behave well. Don't play around without me and don't touch anything. For this I will give you a big red lollipop.

Mom left. At first Misha behaved well: he didn’t play pranks and didn’t touch anything. Then he just moved a chair to the sideboard, climbed onto it and opened the doors of the sideboard. He stands and looks at the buffet, and thinks:

“I don’t touch anything, I just look.”

And there was a sugar bowl in the cupboard. He took it and put it on the table: “I’ll just look, but I won’t touch anything,” he thinks.

I opened the lid and there was something red on top.

“Eh,” says Misha, “but this is a lollipop.” Probably just the one my mother promised me.

My mother, Vovka, and I were visiting Aunt Olya in Moscow. On the very first day, my mother and aunt went to the store, and Vovka and I were left at home. They gave us an old album with photographs for us to look at. Well, we looked and looked until we got tired of it.

Vovka said:

– We won’t see Moscow if we sit at home all day!

More than anything else, Alik was afraid of the police. They always scared him at home with the policeman. If he doesn’t listen, he is told:

The policeman is coming now!

Nashal - they say again:

We'll have to send you to the police!

Once Alik got lost. He didn't even notice how it happened. He went out for a walk in the yard, then ran into the street. I ran and ran and found myself in an unfamiliar place. Then, of course, he began to cry. People gathered around. They began to ask:

Where do you live?

Once, when I was living with my mother at the dacha, Mishka came to visit me. I was so happy that I can’t even say it! I miss Mishka very much. Mom was also glad to see him.

It’s very good that you came,” she said. - You two will have more fun here. By the way, I need to go to the city tomorrow. I might be late. Will you live here without me for two days?

Of course we will live, I say. - We are not small!

Only here you have to cook your own lunch. Can you do it?

We can do it,” says Mishka. - What can’t you do!

Well, cook some soup and porridge. It's easy to cook porridge.

Let's cook some porridge. Why cook it? - says Mishka.

The guys worked all day - building a snow slide in the yard. They shoveled snow and dumped it in a heap under the wall of the barn. Only by lunchtime the slide was ready. The guys poured water on her and ran home for lunch.

“Let’s have lunch,” they said, “while the hill freezes.” And after lunch we will come with a sled and go for a ride.

And Kotka Chizhov from the sixth apartment is so cunning! He didn't build the slide. He sits at home and looks out the window as others work. The guys shout at him to go build a hill, but he just throws up his hands outside the window and shakes his head, as if he’s not allowed to. And when the guys left, he quickly got dressed, put on his skates and ran out into the yard. Teal skates in the snow, chirp! And he doesn’t know how to ride properly! I drove up to the hill.

“Oh,” he says, “it turned out to be a good slide!” I'll jump now.

Vovka and I were sitting at home because we broke the sugar bowl. Mom left, and Kotka came to us and said:

- Let's play something.

“Let’s hide and seek,” I say.

- Wow, there’s nowhere to hide here! - says Kotka.

- Why - nowhere? I will hide in such a way that you will never find me. You just need to show resourcefulness.

In the fall, when the first frost hit and the ground immediately froze almost a whole finger, no one believed that winter had already begun. Everyone thought that it would soon be fun again, but Mishka, Kostya, and I decided that now was the time to start making a skating rink. In our yard we had a garden, not a garden, but, you don’t understand what, just two flower beds, and around there is a lawn with grass, and all this is fenced off with a fence. We decided to make a skating rink in this garden, because in winter the flower beds are not visible to anyone anyway.

PART I Chapter first. Dunno is dreaming

Some readers have probably already read the book "The Adventures of Dunno and His Friends." This book tells about a fabulous country in which babies and toddlers lived, that is, tiny boys and girls, or, as they were otherwise called, shorties. This is the short little kid that Dunno was. He lived in Flower City, on Kolokolchikov Street, together with his friends Znayka, Toropyzhka, Rasteryaika, mechanics Vintik and Shpuntik, musician Guslya, artist Tube, Doctor Pilyulkin and many others. The book tells how Dunno and his friends traveled to hot-air balloon, visited the Green City and the city of Zmeevka, about what they saw and what they learned. Returning from the trip, Znayka and his friends got to work: they began to build a bridge across the Ogurtsovaya River, a reed water supply system and fountains, which they saw in the Green City.

PART I Chapter first. How Znayka defeated Professor Zvezdochkin

Two and a half years have passed since Dunno traveled to the Sunny City. Although for you and me this is not so much, but for little runts, two and a half years is a very long time. After listening to the stories of Dunno, Knopochka and Pachkuli Pestrenky, many of the shorties also made a trip to the Sunny City, and when they returned, they decided to make some improvements at home. Flower City has changed since then so much that it is now unrecognizable. It has many new, large and very beautiful houses. According to the design of the architect Vertibutylkin, even two revolving buildings were built on Kolokolchikov Street. One is five-story, tower-type, with a spiral descent and a swimming pool around (by going down the spiral descent, one could dive straight into the water), the other is six-story, with swinging balconies, a parachute tower and a ferris wheel on the roof.

Mishka and I asked to be enrolled in the same brigade. We agreed back in the city that we would work together and fish together. We had everything in common: shovels and fishing rods.

One day Pavlik took Kotka with him to the river to fish. But that day they were unlucky: the fish didn’t bite at all. But when they walked back, they climbed into the collective farm garden and filled their pockets full of cucumbers. The collective farm watchman noticed them and blew his whistle. They run away from him. On the way home, Pavlik thought that he wouldn’t get it at home for climbing into other people’s gardens. And he gave his cucumbers to Kotka.

The cat came home happy:

- Mom, I brought you cucumbers!

Mom looked, and his pockets were full of cucumbers, and there were cucumbers in his bosom, and in his hands there were two more large cucumbers.

-Where did you get them? - says mom.

- In the garden.

Chapter first. SHORTIES FROM FLOWER CITY

In one fairytale city lived the short ones. They were called shorties because they were very small. Each short one was the size of a small cucumber. It was very beautiful in their city. Flowers grew around every house: daisies, daisies, dandelions. There, even the streets were named after flowers: Kolokolchikov Street, Daisies Alley, Vasilkov Boulevard. And the city itself was called the Flower City. He stood on the bank of a stream.

Tolya was in a hurry because he promised his friend to come by ten o’clock in the morning, but it was already much longer, since Tolya, due to his disorganization, was late at home and did not manage to leave on time.

With the creativity of the famous children's writer Nosov Nikolai Nikolaevich (1908-1976), the children of our country meet in early age. “Live Hat”, “Bobik visiting Barbos”, “Putty” - these and many other funny ones children's stories by Nosov I want to re-read it again and again. Stories by N. Nosov describe daily life the most ordinary girls and boys. Moreover, it was done very simply and unobtrusively, interesting and funny. Many children recognize themselves in some actions, even the most unexpected and funny ones.

When will you read Nosov's stories, then you will understand how much each of them is imbued with tenderness and love for their heroes. No matter how badly they behave, no matter what they come up with, he tells us about it without any reproach or anger. On the contrary, attention and care, wonderful humor and a wonderful understanding of the child’s soul fill every small work.

Nosov's stories are classics of children's literature. It’s impossible to read stories about the antics of Mishka and other guys without smiling. And who among us in our youth and childhood did not read wonderful stories about Dunno?
Modern kids read and watch them with great pleasure.

Nosov's stories for children published in many of the most famous publications for children of different ages. The realism and simplicity of the story still attract the attention of young readers. “Merry Family”, “The Adventures of Dunno and His Friends”, “Dreamers” - these stories by Nikolai Nosov are remembered for life. Nosov's stories for children They are distinguished by natural and lively language, brightness and extraordinary emotionality. They are taught to be very careful about their daily behavior, especially in relation to their friends and loved ones. On our Internet portal you can see online list of Nosov's stories, and absolutely enjoy reading them for free.

Nosov's stories for children find new little readers and listeners every day. People begin to read Nosov’s fairy tales from childhood; almost every family keeps his books in their personal library.

Our time is losing in terms of children's literature; it is rare to find books by new authors with truly interesting and meaningful fairy tales on store shelves, so we are increasingly turning to writers who have long established themselves. One way or another, we meet on our way Nosov’s children’s stories, which, once you start reading, you won’t stop until you get to know all the characters and their adventures.

How Nikolai Nosov began writing stories

Nikolai Nosov's stories partially describe his childhood, relationships with peers, their dreams and fantasies about the future. Although Nikolai's hobbies were completely unrelated to literature, everything changed when his son was born. The future famous children's author composed Nosov's fairy tales before bedtime for his child on the fly, inventing completely realistic stories from the lives of ordinary boys. It was these stories from Nikolai Nosov to his son that pushed the now adult man to write and publish small books.

After several years, Nikolai Nikolaevich realized that writing for children is the best activity that one can imagine. It’s interesting to read Nosov’s stories because he was not just an author, but also a psychologist and a loving father. His warm, respectful attitude towards the children made it possible to create all these witty, lively and real fairy tales.

Nosov's stories for children

Every fairy tale by Nosov, every story is an everyday story about children's pressing problems and tricks. At first glance, Nikolai Nosov's stories are very comical and witty, but this is not their most important feature; what is more important is that the heroes of the works are real children with real stories and characters. In any of them you can recognize yourself as a child or your child. Nosov’s fairy tales are also pleasant to read for the reason that they are not cloyingly sweet, but are written in simple in clear language with a child's perception of what happens in each adventure.

I would like to note an important detail of all Nosov’s stories for children: they have no ideological background! For fairy tales from the times of Soviet power, this is a very pleasant little thing. Everyone knows that no matter how good the works of the authors of that era are, the “brainwashing” in them becomes quite boring and every year, with every new reader, it becomes more and more obvious. You can read Nosov’s stories absolutely calmly, without worrying that the communist idea will shine through every line.

Years go by, Nikolai Nosov has not been with us for many years, but his fairy tales and characters do not age. Sincere and amazingly kind heroes are begging to be included in all children's books.

The white goose was very important bird. He moved sedately, as if he was considering each step in advance. Never ran. He could walk even the dirtiest road without getting a single feather dirty.

Varka

In the story “Varka” by Evgeny Nosov we're talking about about a schoolgirl named Varka. She's everything summer holidays spends time at the collective farm poultry house and helps in raising ducks

Cheerful family

The steam engine that Mishka and Kolka made exploded. The bear burned his hand with hot steam. Mom applied ointment to his hand and then threw the steam engine into the trash.

Vitya Maleev at school and at home

1951 Nikolai Nosov writes a story about younger teenagers, “Vitya Maleev at school and at home.” The essence of the plot of the text for children is that main character– Vitya experiences adventures in every chapter

Diary of Kolya Sinitsyn

This work talks about a boy named Kolya, who was a diligent and curious child. In the summer, when school was already over, the boy started a diary.

Buddy

Two boys go to their aunt's dacha. They do not want to return home early with their mother and persuade her to leave them with their aunt. Aunt's dog bred 6 puppies. The guys decided to take one with them. Having put it in their suitcase, the boys go home by train.

Living hat

A wonderful story about two mischievous boys who believed in miracles. Two friends Vadik and Vovka were once sitting at Vadik’s house and desecrating a painting.

Living flame

Putty

One day, while preparing the frames for the onset of winter, the glazier was covering up cracks in the window. As soon as he left, two boys, Shura and Kostya, scraped off the putty and began to sculpt various animals from it

Patch

A boy named Bobka had his favorite pants. He was very proud of them, bragged about them to the guys, called them “soldier’s” because they were in protective colors. No one else in the yard had such pants

Entertainers

Petya and Valya love to come up with various games; they consider themselves big entertainers. One day they read a fairy tale about the three little pigs and began to play

Blot

In this story, the main character was schoolboy Fedya. The boy loved to amuse his classmates, and especially preferred to do this in class.

Red wine of victory

Doll

The story makes you think about the cruelty and indifference of people, about the reasons why a child grows up to become despotic and soulless.

Policeman

Alik was always frightened by the police, and he began to fear them. One day, something bad happened to Alik: he got lost and didn’t even understand how it happened. He went out into the yard, to the neighboring house, onto the street, and then he could no longer find his way home.

Mishkina porridge

The main characters of the story are the guys Kolya and Misha. Kolya’s mom is forced to leave for a couple of days. She believes that her son is already an adult, and therefore he can be left at home alone. In order for the boy to have what to eat, his mother teaches him how to cook porridge correctly.

Dunno in Sunny City

Little little Dunno lived in the Flower City and was friends with little Knopochka. They loved to dream together on fairy tale themes. Without knowing it, Dunno did three good deeds

Dunno on the Moon

The work tells about the events that happened to the shorties after they visited the Flower City. And it all starts with the fact that Znayka and two friends were on the moon, and now he alone wanted to fly there.

Gardeners

The story is told from the perspective of the narrator, who, as part of a friendly team of boys, arrived at the pioneer camp. A counselor named Vitya informed them that everyone would be allocated plots for a vegetable garden.

cucumbers

The main characters are guys named Pavlik and Kotka. One day the guys got ready to go fishing, but it was absolutely unsuccessful. The boy was unlucky; they couldn't catch anything. Then the guys decided to return home.

The Adventures of Dunno and His Friends

Nikolai Nosov's fairy tale tells about a small wonderful town inhabited by tiny people. Because of their small stature, they received the affectionate name - shorties.

The Adventures of Tolya Klyukvin

Tolya Klyukvin is a fourth grade student. The boy is very kind and sociable, so he has many friends. One day after school Tolya decides to go visit his good friend to play chess together.

Rainbow

The story of ten-year-old Evseik and his belief in miracles. At the beginning of the story, one of the main characters arrives at the station at a late hour railway in search of a person who would take him to a nearby village.

Unfortunately, modern fairy tales, despite their diversity and huge number, do not carry that genius semantic load, which children's literature of yesteryear can boast of. Therefore, we are increasingly introducing our children to the works of writers who have long established themselves as skilled masters of writing. One of these masters is Nikolai Nosov, known to us as the author of The Adventures of Dunno and His Friends, Mishkina Porridge, Entertainers, Vitya Maleev at School and at Home and other equally popular stories.

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It is worth noting that Nosov’s stories, which can be read by children at any age, are difficult to classify as fairy tales. These are rather artistic narratives about the lives of ordinary boys who, like everyone else in childhood, went to school, made friends with the guys and found adventures in completely unexpected places and situations. Nosov's stories are a partial description of the author's childhood, his dreams, fantasies and relationships with peers. However, it is worth noting that the author was not at all interested in literature, and certainly did not try to write anything for the public. The turning point in his life was the birth of his son. Nosov's fairy tales were born literally on the fly, when a young father lulled his son to sleep, telling him about the adventures of ordinary boys. This is how a simple adult man turned into a writer whose stories have been reread by more than one generation of children.

After some time, Nikolai Nikolaevich realized that he could write witty and funny stories about the guys, this is the best thing he could imagine. The writer got down to business seriously and began publishing his works, which immediately became popular and in demand. The author turned out to be a good psychologist, and thanks to his competent and sensitive approach to the boys, Nosov’s stories are very easy and enjoyable to read. Light irony and wit do not offend the reader in any way; on the contrary, it makes you smile once again or even laugh at the heroes of truly living fairy tales.

Nosov's stories for children will seem simple interesting story, the adult reader involuntarily recognizes himself in childhood. It is also pleasant to read Nosov’s fairy tales for the reason that they were written in simple language without sugary dilutions. What can also be considered surprising is the fact that the author was able to avoid ideological implications in his stories, which was the sin of children's writers of that time.

Of course, it is best to read Nosov’s fairy tales in the original, without any adaptations. That is why on the pages of our website you can read all of Nosov’s stories online without fear for the safety of the originality of the author’s lines.

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