One evening I was sitting in the yard, near the sand, and was waiting for my mother. She probably stayed late at the institute, or in the store, or maybe stood for a long time at the bus stop. I do not know. Only all the parents of our yard had already come, and all the guys went home with them and probably already drank tea with bagels and feta cheese, but my mother was still not there ...
And now lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio began to play music, and dark clouds were moving in the sky - they looked like bearded old men ...
And I felt hungry, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and not be late and not made her sit on the sand and be bored.
And at that time Mishka came out into the yard. He said:
- Great!
And I said:
- Great!
Mishka sat down with me and picked up a dump truck.
- Wow! - said the Bear. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up the sand himself? Not yourself? And he dumps himself? Yes? And the pen? What is it for? Can I twirl it? Yes? AND? Whoa! Will you give it to me home?
I said:
- No I will not give. Present. Dad gave it before leaving.
The bear pouted and moved away from me. The yard became even darker.
I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother would come. But she still didn't go. Apparently, she met Aunt Rosa, and they are standing and talking and do not even think about me. I lay down on the sand.
Here Mishka says:
- Would you mind a dump truck?
- Get off, Mishka.
Then Mishka says:
- I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for it!
I say:
- I compared Barbados with a dump truck ...
- Well, do you want me to give you a swimming circle?
I say:
- You have it burst.
- You glue it!
I even got angry:
- Where to swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?
And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:
- Well, it was not! Know my kindness! On!
And he handed me a box of matches. I took it in my hands.
- You open it, - said the Bear, - then you will see!
I opened the box and at first did not see anything, and then I saw a small light green light, as if a tiny star was burning somewhere far, far away from me, and at the same time I myself was holding it now in my hands.
- What is it, Bear, - I said in a whisper, - what is it?
“It's a firefly,” said Bear. - What, good? He's alive, don't think.
- Bear, - I said, - take my dump truck, do you want? Take it forever, for good! Give me this asterisk, I'll take it home ...
And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at him, looked and could not get enough of it: how green he is, as if in a fairy tale, and how close he is, in the palm of his hand, but shines, as if from afar ... And I could not breathe evenly, and I heard my heart pounding and a little prickling in my nose, as if I wanted to cry.
And I sat like that for a long time, for a very long time. And no one was around. And I forgot about everyone in this world.
But then my mother came, and I was very happy, and we went home. And when they began to drink tea with bagels and feta cheese, my mother asked:
- Well, how is your dump truck?
And I said:
- I, mom, changed it.
Mom said:
- Interesting! And for what?
I answered:
- Firefly! Here he lives in a box. Turn off the light!
And my mother turned off the light, and the room became dark, and the two of us began to look at the pale green star.
Then my mother turned on the light.
“Yes,” she said, “it's magic! But still, how did you decide to give such a valuable thing as a dump truck for this worm?
“I've been waiting for you for so long,” I said, “and I was so bored, and this firefly, he turned out to be better than any dump truck in the world.
Mom looked at me intently and asked:
- And why, what exactly is it better?
I said:
- Why don't you understand ?! After all, he is alive! And it shines! ..
Glory to Ivan Kozlovsky
I have only A's on my report card. Only a four in calligraphy. Because of the blots. I just don't know what to do! Blots always come off my pen. I already dip only the very tip of the pen into ink, but the blots still fall off. Just some miracles! Once I wrote a whole page cleanly, it’s expensive to look at - a real five page. In the morning he showed it to Raisa Ivanovna, and there, in the very middle of the blot! Where did it come from? She wasn't there yesterday! Maybe it leaked from some other page? I do not know…
And so I have only fives. Only by singing a troika. This is how it happened. We had a singing lesson. At first we all sang in chorus “There was a birch tree in the field”. It turned out very beautifully, but Boris Sergeevich kept frowning and shouting:
- Pull vowels, friends, pull vowels! ..
Then we began to draw vowels, but Boris Sergeevich clapped his hands and said:
- A real cat concert! Let's deal with each one individually.
This means with each separately.
And Boris Sergeevich called Mishka.
The bear went up to the piano and whispered something to Boris Sergeevich.
Then Boris Sergeevich began to play, and Mishka quietly sang:
Like a thin ice
A little white snow fell ...
Well, Mishka squeaked funny! This is how our kitten Murzik squeaks. Is that how they sing! Almost nothing is heard. I just couldn't stand it and laughed.
Then Boris Sergeevich gave Mishka an A and looked at me.
He said:
- Come on, gull, come out!
I quickly ran to the piano.
- Well, what will you perform? - Boris Sergeevich asked politely.
I said:
- The song of the civil war "Lead, Budyonny, we are bolder into battle."
Boris Sergeevich shook his head and started playing, but I stopped him immediately.
Before you are all Dragoonsky's books - a list of the titles of his best works. But first, let's learn a little about the author himself. Victor Yuzefovich Dragunsky was born in 1913 and became known in the USSR as a renowned writer and recognizable actor.
His most famous series of books is Deniskin's Stories, which has been reprinted many times since its first publication half a century ago.
Dragunsky devoted his entire youth to work in the theater and circus, and this work did not always bear fruit. The little-known actor could not get serious roles and tried to find a vocation in related fields.
The first stories of the author were published in 1959, they became the basis for the future series. The name for the series was not chosen by chance - the writer originally composed stories for his nine-year-old son Denis. The boy became the main character in his father's stories.
Beginning in the 1960s, the stories became so popular that the publisher could not even cope with the volumes. And the popularity of the protagonist Denis Korablev has been transferred to films.
So, directly a list with descriptions of those same cult stories of Dragunsky.
- The Magic Power of Art (Collection)
Deniskin's stories: how everything really was
For three generations, Dragunsky's stories about the boy Deniska Korablev have been admired. During the childhood of the character, life was completely different: the streets and cars, shops and apartments looked differently. In this collection you can read not only the stories themselves, but also the explanations of the son of the famous author - Denis Dragunsky. He openly shares what really happened to him, and what is his father's invention. Farther
Deniskin's stories (collection)
Deniska lives his Soviet life - loves, forgives, makes friends, conquers resentment and deception. His life is incredible and filled with adventure. He has the closest friend Mishka, with whom Denis went to the masquerade; they play naughty together in class, go to the circus and encounter unusual events.
Viktor Dragunsky has wonderful stories about the boy Deniska, which are called "Deniskin's stories." Many guys have read these funny stories. We can say that a huge number of people grew up on these stories, "Deniskin's stories" are unusually exactly similar to our society, both in its aesthetic aspects and in its factology. The phenomenon of universal love for the stories of Viktor Dragunsky is explained quite simply.
Reading small, but rather meaningful stories about Deniska, children learn to compare and contrast, fantasize and dream, analyze their actions with funny laughter and enthusiasm. Dragunsky's stories are distinguished by love for children, knowledge of their behavior, and emotional responsiveness. Deniska's prototype is the author's son, and the father in these stories is the author himself. V. Dragunsky wrote not only funny stories, many of which, most likely, happened to his son, but also a little instructive. Good and good impressions remain after thoughtfully reading Deniskin's stories, many of which were later filmed. Children and adults alike re-read them many times with great pleasure. In our collection, you can read the online list of Denis's stories, and enjoy their world at any free moment.
“Tomorrow is the first of September,” Mom said. - And now autumn has come, and you will go to the second grade. Oh, how time flies! .. - And on this occasion, - dad picked up, - we will now "slice" the watermelon! And he took a knife and cut open a watermelon. When he cut, there was such a full, pleasant, green crackling that my back went cold with a premonition of how I would eat this ...
When Maria Petrovna ran into our room, it was simply impossible to recognize her. She was all red like Signor Tomato. She gasped. She looked like she was boiling like soup in a saucepan. She, when rushed to us, immediately shouted: - Gee! - And crashed onto the couch. I said: - Hello Maria ...
If you think about it, it's just some kind of horror: I have never flown on an airplane. True, once I almost flew, but it was not so. Failed. Straight trouble. And it happened not so long ago. I was no longer small, although I cannot say that I was big. At that time, my mother was on vacation, and we were visiting her relatives, in one large collective farm. There was...
After lessons, Mishka and I collected our belongings and went home. It was wet, dirty and cheerful outside. A heavy rain had just passed, and the asphalt shone like new, the air smelled of something fresh and clean, houses and the sky were reflected in the puddles, and if you walk down the mountain, a stormy stream rushed along the side, near the sidewalk, like a mountain river, a beautiful stream ...
As soon as we learned that our unprecedented heroes in space call each other Sokol and Berkut, we immediately decided that I would now be Berkut, and Mishka would be Sokol. Because we will study to become astronauts anyway, and Sokol and Berkut are such beautiful names! And Mishka and I also decided that as long as we are admitted to the cosmonaut school, we will be with him ...
It so happened that I had several days off a week in a row, and I could do nothing for a whole week. The teachers in our class fell ill as one. Some have appendicitis, some have tonsillitis, some have the flu. There is absolutely no one to do. And then Uncle Misha turned up. When he heard that I could rest for a whole week, he immediately jumped to the ceiling ...
Suddenly our door flew open, and Alyonka shouted from the corridor: - There is a spring market in a big store! She screamed terribly loud, and her eyes were round as buttons and desperate. At first I thought that someone was stabbed. And she took a breath again and started: - Let's run, Deniska! Hurry! There is effervescent kvass! Music plays, and different dolls! Let's run! Screams as if there was a fire. And I am from ...
Victor Yuzefovich Dragunsky (December 1, 1913 - May 6, 1972) - Soviet writer, author of short stories and stories for children. The most popular was the cycle "Deniskin's Stories" about the boy Denis Korablev and his friend Mishka Slonov. These stories brought Dragoonsky immense popularity and recognition. Read funny stories about Deniska online on Mishkina's book website!
Dragunsky's stories read
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Sunny Hare and Bear
Kozlov S.G. 
One morning, the Bear woke up and saw a large Sun Hare. The morning was beautiful and together they made the bed, washed, did exercises and had breakfast. Sunny Hare and Teddy Bear read The teddy bear woke up, opened one eye and saw that ...
Extraordinary spring
Kozlov S.G. 
A tale about the most extraordinary spring in the life of the Hedgehog. The weather was wonderful and everything around was blooming and blooming, even birch leaves appeared on the stool. An extraordinary spring read It was the most extraordinary spring I could remember ...
Whose hill is this?
Kozlov S.G. 
The story is about how the Mole dug up the entire hill while making himself many apartments, and the Hedgehog and the Bear cub told him to close up all the holes. Here the sun illuminated the hill well and the frost sparkled beautifully on it. Whose ...
Hedgehog violin
Kozlov S.G. 
Once the Hedgehog made himself a violin. He wanted the violin to sound like a pine tree and a breath of wind. But he got a hum of a bee, and he decided that it would be noon, because at this time the bees were flying ...
What is the favorite holiday of all the guys? Of course, New Year! On this magical night, a miracle descends on earth, everything sparkles with lights, laughter is heard, and Santa Claus brings long-awaited gifts. A huge number of poems are dedicated to the New Year. AT …
In this section of the site you will find a selection of poems about the main wizard and friend of all children - Santa Claus. Many poems have been written about the kind grandfather, but we have selected the most suitable for children 5,6,7 years old. Poems about ...
Winter has come, and with it fluffy snow, blizzards, patterns on the windows, frosty air. The guys rejoice at the white flakes of snow, get their skates and sledges from the far corners. Work is in full swing in the courtyard: they are building a snow fortress, an ice slide, sculpting ...
A selection of short and memorable poems about winter and New Year, Santa Claus, snowflakes, a Christmas tree for the younger group of kindergarten. Read and study short poems with children 3-4 years old for matinees and New Years. Here …
1 - About the baby bus who was afraid of the dark
Donald Bisset 
A fairy tale about how the mother-bus taught her baby-bus not to be afraid of the dark ... About the baby-bus who was afraid of the dark to read Once upon a time there was a baby-bus. He was bright red and lived with his dad and mom in the garage. Every morning …
2 - Three kittens
V.G. Suteev 
A small tale for the little ones about three fidgeting kittens and their funny adventures. Young children love short stories with pictures, which is why Suteev's tales are so popular and loved! Three kittens read Three kittens - black, gray and ...
3 - Hedgehog in the fog
Kozlov S.G. 
The tale of the Hedgehog, how he walked at night and got lost in the fog. He fell into the river, but someone carried him to the shore. It was a magical night! Hedgehog in the fog to read Thirty mosquitoes ran into the clearing and started playing ...
4 - About a mouse from a book
Gianni Rodari 
A small tale about a mouse who lived in a book and decided to jump out of it into the big world. Only he did not know how to speak the language of mice, but knew only a strange bookish language ... Read about a mouse from a book ...
5 - Apple
V.G. Suteev 
A tale about a hedgehog, a hare and a crow who could not share the last apple among themselves. Everyone wanted to take it for themselves. But the fair bear judged their dispute, and each got a piece of delicacy ... Read the apple It was late ...
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"He's alive and shining ..."
One evening I was sitting in the yard, near the sand, and was waiting for my mother. She probably stayed late at the institute, or in the store, or maybe stood for a long time at the bus stop. I do not know. Only all the parents of our yard had already come, and all the guys went home with them and probably already drank tea with bagels and feta cheese, but my mother was still not there ...
And now lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio began to play music, and dark clouds were moving in the sky - they looked like bearded old men ...
And I felt hungry, but my mother was not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and not be late and not made her sit on the sand and be bored.
And at that time Mishka came out into the yard. He said:
- Good!
And I said:
- Good!
Mishka sat down with me and picked up a dump truck.
- Wow! - said the Bear. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up the sand himself? Not yourself? And he dumps himself? Yes? And the pen? What is it for? Can you twirl it? Yes? AND? Whoa! Will you give it to me home?
I said:
- No I will not give. Present. Dad gave it before leaving.
The bear pouted and moved away from me. The yard grew even darker.
I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother came. But she did not go. Apparently, she met Aunt Rosa, and they are standing and talking and do not even think about me. I lay down on the sand.
Here Mishka says:
- Would you mind a dump truck?
- Get off, Mishka.
Then Mishka says:
- I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for it!
I say:
- I compared Barbados with a dump truck ...
And Mishka:
- Well, do you want me to give you a swimming circle?
I say:
- You have it burst.
And Mishka:
- You glue it!
I even got angry:
- Where to swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?
And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:
- Well, it was not! Know my kindness! On!
And he handed me a box of matches. I took it in my hands.
- You open it, - said the Bear, - then you will see!
I opened the box and at first saw nothing, and then I saw a small light green light, as if a tiny star was burning somewhere far, far away from me, and at the same time I myself was holding it now in my hands.
- What is it, Mishka, - I said in a whisper, - what is it?
“It's a firefly,” said Bear. - What, good? He's alive, don't think.
- Bear, - I said, - take my dump truck, do you want? Take it forever, for good! And give me this star, I'll take it home ...
And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at him, looked and could not get enough of: how green he is, as if in a fairy tale, and how close he is, in the palm of his hand, but shines, as if from afar ... And I could not even breathe , and I heard my heart beating, and a little prickling in my nose, as if I wanted to cry.
And I sat like that for a long time, for a very long time. And no one was around. And I forgot about everyone in this world.
But then my mother came, and I was very happy, and we went home. And when they began to drink tea with bagels and feta cheese, my mother asked:
- Well, how is your dump truck?
And I said:
- I, mom, changed it.
Mom said:
- Interesting! And for what?
I answered:
- Firefly! Here he lives in a box. Turn off the light!
And my mother turned off the light, and the room became dark, and the two of us began to look at the pale green star.
Then my mother turned on the light.
“Yes,” she said, “it's magic! But still, how did you decide to give such a valuable thing as a dump truck for this worm?
“I've been waiting for you for so long,” I said, “and I was so bored, and this firefly, he turned out to be better than any dump truck in the world.
Mom looked at me intently and asked:
- And why, what exactly is it better?
I said:
- Why don't you understand ?! After all, he is alive! And it shines! ..
