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Valentina Aleksandrovna Oseeva
Blue leaves. Fairy tales and stories
© Oseeva V.A., inheritance, 2017
© Kukushkin A.S., ill., 2017
© AST Publishing House LLC, 2017
Stories
blue leaves
Katya had two green pencils. And Lena has none. So Lena asks Katya:
- Give me a green pencil.
And Katya says:
– I’ll ask my mother.
The next day both girls come to school. Lena asks:
- Did your mother allow it?
And Katya sighed and said:
“Mom allowed it, but I didn’t ask my brother.”
“Well, ask your brother again,” says Lena.
Katya arrives the next day.
- Well, did your brother allow you? – Lena asks.
“My brother allowed it, but I’m afraid you’ll break the pencil.”
“I’m being careful,” says Lena.
“Look,” says Katya, “don’t fix it, don’t press hard, don’t put it in your mouth.” Don't draw too much.
“I just need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass,” says Lena.
“That’s a lot,” says Katya, and her eyebrows frown. And she made a dissatisfied face.
Lena looked at her and walked away. I didn't take a pencil. Katya was surprised and ran after her:
- Well, what are you doing? Take it!
“No need,” Lena answers.
During the lesson the teacher asks:
- Why, Lenochka, are the leaves on your trees blue?
- There is no green pencil.
- Why didn’t you take it from your girlfriend?
Lena is silent. And Katya blushed like a lobster and said:
“I gave it to her, but she doesn’t take it.”
The teacher looked at both:
“You have to give so that you can take.”
Magic word
A little old man with a long gray beard was sitting on a bench and drawing something in the sand with an umbrella.
“Move over,” Pavlik told him and sat down on the edge.
The old man moved and, looking at the boy’s red, angry face, said:
– Did something happen to you?
- Well, okay! What do you care? – Pavlik looked sideways at him.
- Nothing for me. But now you were screaming, crying, quarreling with someone...
- Still would! – the boy muttered angrily. “I’ll soon run away from home completely.”
- Will you run away?
- I’ll run away! I’ll run away because of Lenka alone. – Pavlik clenched his fists. “I almost gave her a good one just now!” Doesn't give any paint! And how many do you have?
- Does not give? Well, there's no point in running away because of this.
- Not only because of this. My grandmother chased me out of the kitchen for one carrot... just with a rag, with a rag...
Pavlik snorted with resentment.
- Nonsense! - said the old man. - One will scold, the other will regret.
- Nobody feels sorry for me! - Pavlik shouted. “My brother is going for a boat ride, but he doesn’t take me.” I tell him: “You better take it, I won’t leave you anyway, I’ll drag the oars away, I’ll climb into the boat myself!”
Pavlik slammed his fist on the bench. And suddenly he fell silent.
- What, your brother won’t take you?
– Why do you keep asking?
The old man smoothed his long beard:
- I want to help you. There is such a magic word...
Pavlik opened his mouth.
- I'll tell you this word. But remember: you need to say it in a quiet voice, looking straight into the eyes of the person you are talking to. Remember - in a quiet voice, looking straight into your eyes...
- What word?
- This is a magic word. But don't forget how to say it.
“I’ll try,” Pavlik grinned, “I’ll try right now.” “He jumped up and ran home.
Lena was sitting at the table and drawing. Paints - green, blue, red - lay in front of her. Seeing Pavlik, she immediately raked them into a pile and covered them with her hand.
“The old man deceived me! – the boy thought with annoyance. “Will someone like that understand the magic word!”
Pavlik walked sideways towards his sister and pulled her sleeve. The sister looked back. Then, looking into her eyes, the boy said in a quiet voice:
- Lena, give me one paint... please...
Lena opened her eyes wide. Her fingers unclenched, and, taking her hand off the table, she muttered embarrassedly:
- Which one do you want?
“I’ll have the blue one,” Pavlik said timidly. He took the paint, held it in his hands, walked around the room with it and gave it to his sister. He didn't need paint. He was now thinking only about the magic word.
“I’ll go to my grandmother. She's just cooking. Will he drive away or not?
Pavlik opened the door to the kitchen. The old woman was removing hot pies from the baking sheet.
The grandson ran up to her, turned her red, wrinkled face with both hands, looked into her eyes and whispered:
– Give me a piece of pie... please.
Grandma straightened up.
The magic word shone in every wrinkle, in the eyes, in the smile.
- I wanted something hot... something hot, my darling! – she said, choosing the best, rosy pie.
Pavlik jumped for joy and kissed her on both cheeks.
"Wizard! Wizard!" - he repeated to himself, remembering the old man.
At dinner, Pavlik sat quietly and listened to his brother’s every word. When his brother said that he would go boating, Pavlik put his hand on his shoulder and quietly asked:
- Take me, please.
Everyone at the table immediately fell silent. The brother raised his eyebrows and grinned.
“Take it,” the sister suddenly said. - What is it worth to you!
- Well, why not take it? - Grandma smiled. - Of course, take it.
“Please,” Pavlik repeated.
The brother laughed loudly, patted the boy on the shoulder, ruffled his hair:
- Oh, you traveler! Okay, get ready!
“It helped! It helped again!”
Pavlik jumped out from the table and ran into the street. But the old man was no longer in the park. The bench was empty, and only incomprehensible signs drawn by an umbrella remained on the sand.
Grandmother and granddaughter
Mom brought Tanya a new book.
Mom said:
– When Tanya was little, her grandmother read to her; Now Tanya is already big, she herself will read this book to her grandmother.
- Sit down, grandma! – Tanya said. – I’ll read you a story.
Tanya read, grandmother listened, and mother praised both:
- That's how smart you are!
Time
Two boys stood on the street under the clock and talked.
“I didn’t solve the example because it had brackets,” Yura justified himself.
“And I because there were very large numbers,” said Oleg.
– We can solve it together, we still have time!
The clock outside showed half past two.
“We have a whole half hour,” said Yura. – During this time, the pilot can transport passengers from one city to another.
“And my uncle, the captain, managed to load the entire crew into the boats in twenty minutes during the shipwreck.
“What - over twenty!..” Yura said busily. “Sometimes five to ten minutes mean a lot.” You just need to take every minute into account.
- Here’s a case! During one competition...
The boys remembered many interesting incidents.
“And I know...” Oleg suddenly stopped and looked at his watch. - Exactly two!
Yura gasped.
- Let's run! - Yura said. - We're late for school!
- What about an example? – Oleg asked in fear.
Yura just waved his hand as he ran.
Rex and Cupcake
Slava and Vitya were sitting on the same desk.
The boys were very friendly and helped each other as best they could. Vitya helped Slava solve problems, and Slava made sure that Vitya wrote the words correctly and did not stain his notebooks with blots. One day they had a heated argument:
“Our director has a big dog, his name is Rex,” said Vitya.
“Not Rex, but Cupcake,” Slava corrected him.
- No, Rex!
- No, Cupcake!
The boys quarreled. Vitya went to another desk. The next day, Slava did not solve the problem assigned for home, and Vitya handed the teacher a sloppy notebook. A few days later, things got even worse: both boys received a D. And then they found out that the director's dog's name was Ralph.
- So, we have nothing to quarrel about! – Slava was delighted.
“Of course, not because of anything,” Vitya agreed.
Both boys sat down on the same desk again.
- Here's Rex, here's Cupcake. Nasty dog, we grabbed two deuces because of her! And just think about what people quarrel about!..
Work warms you up
Firewood was brought to the boarding school.
Nina Ivanovna said:
– Put on sweaters, we will carry firewood.
The guys ran to get dressed.
- Or maybe it would be better to give them a coat? - said the nanny. – Today is a cold autumn day!
- No no! - the guys shouted. - We will work! We'll be hot!
- Certainly! – Nina Ivanovna smiled. - We will be hot! After all, work warms you up!
good
Yurik woke up in the morning. I looked out the window. The sun is shining. It's a good day.
And the boy wanted to do something good himself.
So he sits and thinks:
“What if my little sister was drowning and I saved her!”
And my sister is right here:
- Take a walk with me, Yura!
- Go away, don’t bother me thinking!
My little sister was offended and walked away. And Yura thinks: “If only wolves attacked the nanny, and I would shoot them!”
And the nanny is right there:
- Put away the dishes, Yurochka.
- Clean it yourself - I have no time!
The nanny shook her head. And Yura thinks again:
“If only Trezorka fell into a well, and I would pull him out!”
And Trezorka is right there. Tail wags:
“Give me a drink, Yura!”
- Go away! Don't bother thinking!
Trezorka closed his mouth and climbed into the bushes. And Yura went to his mother:
- What could I do that’s so good?
Mom stroked Yura’s head:
- Take a walk with your sister, help the nanny put away the dishes, give Trezor some water.
Visited
Valya did not come to class. Her friends sent Musya to her.
- Go and find out what’s wrong with Valya: maybe she’s sick, maybe she needs something?
Musya found her friend in bed. Valya was lying with her cheek bandaged.
- Oh, Valechka! - Musya said, sitting down on a chair. - You probably have gumboil! Oh, what a flux I had in the summer! A whole boil! And you know, grandma had just left, and mom was at work...
“My mother is also at work,” Valya said, holding her cheek. - I need a rinse...
- Oh, Valechka! They gave me a rinse too! And I felt better! As I rinse it, it’s better! And a hot-hot heating pad also helped me...
Valya perked up and nodded her head.
- Yes, yes, a heating pad... Musya, we have a kettle in the kitchen...
- Isn’t he the one making the noise? No, it's probably rain! – Musya jumped up and ran to the window. - That's right, rain! It's good that I came in galoshes! Otherwise you might catch a cold!
She ran into the hallway, stamped her feet for a long time, putting on her galoshes. Then, sticking her head through the door, she shouted:
- Get well soon, Valechka! I'll come to you again! I'll definitely come! Don't worry!
Valya sighed, touched the cold heating pad and began to wait for her mother.
- Well? What did she say? What does she need? – the girls asked Musya.
- Yes, she has the same gumboil as I had! – Musya said joyfully. - And she didn’t say anything! And only a heating pad and rinsing help her!
Until the first rain
Tanya and Masha were very friendly and always went to kindergarten together. First Masha came for Tanya, then Tanya came for Masha. One day, when the girls were walking down the street, it started to rain heavily. Masha was in a raincoat, and Tanya was in one dress. The girls ran.
- Take off your cloak, we will cover ourselves together! – Tanya shouted as she ran.
– I can’t, I’ll get wet! – Masha answered her, bending her hooded head down.
In kindergarten the teacher said:
- How strange, Masha’s dress is dry, but yours, Tanya, is completely wet, how did this happen? After all, you walked together?
“Masha had a raincoat, and I walked in one dress,” Tanya said.
“So you could cover yourself with just a cloak,” said the teacher and, looking at Masha, shook her head.
- Apparently, your friendship is until the first rain!
Both girls blushed: Masha for herself, and Tanya for Masha.
Happening
Mom gave Kolya colored pencils.
One day his comrade Vitya came to Kolya.
- Let's draw!
Kolya put a box of pencils on the table. There were only three pencils: red, green and blue.
-Where are the others? – Vitya asked.
Kolya shrugged.
– Yes, I gave them away: my sister’s friend took the brown one - she needed to paint the roof of the house; I gave pink and blue to one girl from our yard - she lost hers... And Petya took the black and yellow from me - he just didn’t have enough of those...
- But you yourself were left without pencils! - my friend was surprised. - Don't you need them?
- No, they are very necessary, but there are always such cases that it is impossible not to give!
Vitya took pencils from the box, turned them over in his hands and said:
“You’re going to give it to someone anyway, so it’s better to give it to me.” I don't have a single colored pencil!
Kolya looked at the empty box.
“Well, take it... since this is the case...” he muttered.
Three comrades
Vitya lost his breakfast. During the big break, all the guys were having breakfast, and Vitya stood on the sidelines.
- Why do not you eat? – Kolya asked him.
- I lost my breakfast...
“It’s bad,” said Kolya, biting off a large piece of white bread. - It’s still a long way until lunch!
- Where did you lose it? – Misha asked.
“I don’t know...” Vitya said quietly and turned away.
“You probably had it in your pocket, but you should put it in your bag,” said Misha.
But Volodya didn’t ask anything. He walked up to Vita, broke a piece of bread and butter in half and handed it to his comrade:
- Take it, eat it!
sons
Two women were taking water from a well. A third approached them. And the old man sat down on a pebble to rest. Here's what one woman says to another:
- My son is dexterous and strong, no one can handle him.
And the third is silent.
- Why don’t you tell me about your son? – her neighbors ask.
- What can I say? - says the woman. – There’s nothing special about him.
So the women collected full buckets and left. And the old man is behind them. Women walk and stop. My hands hurt, the water splashes, my back hurts.
Suddenly three boys run out towards us.
One of them tumbles over his head, walks like a cartwheel, and the women admire him.
He sings another song, sings like a nightingale - the women listen to him.
And the third ran up to his mother, took the heavy buckets from her and dragged them.
The women ask the old man:
- Well? What are our sons like?
-Where are they? - the old man answers. - I only see one son!
Got revenge
Katya walked up to her desk and gasped: the drawer was pulled out, the new paints were scattered, the brushes were dirty, and there were puddles of brown water on the table.
- Alyoshka! – Katya shouted. - Alyoshka! – And, covering her face with her hands, she cried loudly.
Alyosha stuck his round head through the door. His cheeks and nose were smeared with paint.
- I didn’t do anything to you! – he said quickly.
Katya rushed at him with her fists, but her little brother disappeared behind the door and jumped through the open window into the garden.
- I will take revenge on you! – Katya screamed with tears.
Alyosha, like a monkey, climbed up the tree and, hanging from the lower branch, showed his nose to his sister.
- She cried! Some colors made me cry!
- You will cry for me too! - Katya shouted. - You'll cry!
- Am I the one who will pay? – Alyosha laughed and began to quickly climb up. - And you first catch me.
Suddenly he stumbled and hung, grabbing onto a thin branch. The branch crunched and broke off. Alyosha fell.
Katya ran into the garden. She immediately forgot her ruined paints and the quarrel with her brother.
- Alyosha! - she shouted. - Alyosha!
The little brother sat on the ground and, blocking his head with his hands, looked at her in fear.
- Get up! Get up!
But Alyosha pulled his head into his shoulders and closed his eyes.
- Can not? – Katya asked in fear, feeling Alyosha’s knees.
- Hold on to me.
She put her arm around her little brother's shoulders and gently pulled him to his feet.
- Does it hurt you?
Alyosha shook his head and suddenly began to cry.
- What, you can’t stand? – Katya asked.
Alyosha cried even louder and clung to his sister.
- I will never touch your paints again... never... never... I will!
Offenders
Tolya often came running from the yard and complained that the guys were hurting him.
“Don’t complain,” my mother once said, “you have to treat your comrades better yourself, then your comrades won’t offend you!”
Tolya went out onto the stairs. On the playground, one of his offenders, the neighbor boy Sasha, was looking for something.
“My mother gave me a coin for bread, but I lost it,” he explained gloomily. – Don’t come here, otherwise you’ll trample!
Tolya remembered what his mother told him in the morning and hesitantly suggested:
- Let's look together!
The boys began to search together. Sasha was lucky: a silver coin flashed under the stairs in the very corner.
- Here she is! – Sasha was delighted. - She got scared of us and found herself! Thank you. Go out into the yard. The guys will not be touched! Now I’m just running for bread!
He slid down the railing. From the dark flight of stairs came cheerfully:
- You go!..
Badly
The dog barked furiously, falling on its front paws. Right in front of her, pressed against the fence, sat a small, disheveled kitten. He opened his mouth wide and meowed pitifully. Two boys stood nearby and waited to see what would happen.
A woman looked out the window and hurriedly ran out onto the porch. She drove the dog away and angrily shouted to the boys:
- Shame on you!
- What's a shame? We didn't do anything! – the boys were surprised.
- This is bad! – the woman answered angrily.
Just an old lady
A boy and a girl were walking down the street. And ahead of them was an old woman. It was very slippery. The old lady slipped and fell.
- Hold my books! – the boy shouted, handed his bag to the girl and rushed to help the old woman. When he returned, the girl asked him:
- Is this your grandmother?
“No,” answered the boy.
- Mother? – the girlfriend was surprised.
- Well, aunt? Or a friend?
- No, no, no! - the boy answered her. - It's just an old lady!
Builder
There was a mound of red clay in the yard. Squatting, the boys dug intricate passages in it and built a fortress. And suddenly they noticed another boy on the sidelines, who was also digging in the clay, dipping his red hands into a can of water and carefully coating the walls of the clay house.
- Hey, what are you doing there? - the boys called out to him.
- I'm building a house.
The boys came closer.
- What kind of house is this? It has crooked windows and a flat roof. Hey builder!
- Just move it and it will fall apart! – one boy shouted and kicked the house.
The wall collapsed.
- Oh you! Who builds something like this? – the guys shouted, breaking the freshly coated walls.
The “builder” sat silently, clenching his fists. When the last wall collapsed, he left.
And the next day the boys saw him in the same place. He again built his clay house and, dipping his red hands into the tin, carefully erected the second floor...
On the rink
The day was sunny. The ice sparkled. There were few people at the skating rink. The little girl, with her arms outstretched comically, rode from bench to bench. Two schoolchildren were tying up their skates and looking at Vitya.
Vitya performed different tricks - sometimes he rode on one leg, sometimes he spun around like a top.
- Well done! – one of the boys shouted to him.
Vitya rushed around the circle like an arrow, made a dashing turn and ran into the girl. The girl fell. Vitya was scared.
“I accidentally...” he said, brushing snow off her fur coat. - Are you hurt?
The girl smiled:
- Knee...
Laughter came from behind.
"They're laughing at me!" – thought Vitya and turned away from the girl with annoyance.
- What a miracle - a knee! What a crybaby! – he shouted, driving past the schoolchildren.
- Come to us! - they called.
Vitya approached them. Holding hands, all three merrily slid across the ice. And the girl sat on the bench, rubbed her bruised knee and cried.
What is not allowed is not possible
One day mom said to dad:
And dad immediately spoke in a whisper.
No way! What is not allowed is not allowed!
Cookie
Mom poured cookies onto a plate. Grandma clinked her cups merrily. Vova and Misha sat down at the table.
“Do it one at a time,” Misha said sternly.
The boys scooped all the cookies onto the table and laid them out in two piles.
- Exactly? – Vova asked.
Misha looked at the group with his eyes.
- Exactly. Grandma, pour us some tea!
Grandmother served tea. It was quiet at the table. The piles of cookies were quickly shrinking.
- Crumbly! Sweet! - Misha said.
- Yes! – Vova responded with his mouth full.
Mom and grandmother were silent. When all the cookies were eaten, Vova took a deep breath, patted himself on the stomach and crawled out from behind the table.
Misha finished the last bite and looked at his mother - she was stirring the unstarted tea with a spoon. He looked at his grandmother - she was chewing a crust of bread...
Medicine
The little girl's mother got sick. The doctor came and saw that mom was holding her head with one hand and tidying up her toys with the other. And the girl sits on her chair and commands:
- Bring me the cubes!
The mother picked up the cubes from the floor, put them in a box, and gave them to her daughter.
- And the doll? Where's my doll? - the girl screams again.
The doctor looked at this and said:
– Until my daughter learns to tidy up her toys herself, her mother will not recover!
Who punished him?
I offended my friend. I pushed a passerby. I hit the dog. I was rude to my sister. Everyone left me. I was left alone and cried bitterly.
-Who punished him? - asked the neighbor.
“He punished himself,” my mother answered.
Why?
We were alone in the dining room - me and Boom. I dangled my legs under the table, and Boom lightly bit my bare heels. I was tickled and happy. A large card of my father’s hung above the table; my mother and I only recently gave it to him to enlarge. On this card, dad had such a cheerful, kind face. But when, while playing with Boom, I began to sway in the chair, holding onto the edge of the table, it seemed to me that dad was shaking his head.
“Look, Boom,” I said in a whisper and, swaying strongly in the chair, grabbed the edge of the tablecloth.
I heard a ringing sound... My heart sank. I quietly slid off the chair and lowered my eyes. Pink shards lay on the floor, the golden rim glittered in the sun.
Boom crawled out from under the table, carefully sniffed the shards and sat down, tilting his head to the side and raising one ear up.
Quick footsteps were heard from the kitchen.
- What is this? Who is this? “Mom knelt down and covered her face with her hands. “Daddy’s cup... daddy’s cup...” she repeated bitterly. Then she raised her eyes and asked reproachfully: “Is that you?”
Pale pink shards glittered on her palms. My knees were shaking, my tongue was slurred.
- It's... it's... Boom!
- Boom? “Mom got up from her knees and slowly asked: “Is this Boom?”
I nodded my head. Boom, hearing his name, moved his ears and wagged his tail. Mom looked first at me, then at him.
- How did he break it?
My ears were burning. I spread my hands:
- He jumped a little... and with his paws...
Mom's face darkened. She took Boom by the collar and walked with him to the door. I looked after her in fear. Boom ran out into the yard barking.
“He will live in a booth,” said my mother and, sitting down at the table, she thought about something. Her fingers slowly raked the bread crumbs into a pile, rolled them into balls, and her eyes looked somewhere over the table at one point.
I stood there, not daring to approach her. The boom scraped at the door.
- Don't let me in! – Mom said quickly and, taking me by the hand, pulled me towards her. Pressing her lips to my forehead, she was still thinking about something, then quietly asked: “Are you very scared?”
Of course, I was very scared: after all, since dad died, mom and I took such care of every thing he had. Dad always drank tea from this cup.
-Are you very scared? - Mom repeated. I nodded my head and hugged her neck tightly.
“If you... accidentally,” she began slowly.
But I interrupted her, hurrying and stuttering:
- It’s not me... It’s Boom... He jumped... He jumped a little... Forgive him, please!
Mom’s face turned pink, even her neck and ears turned pink. She stood up.
- Boom will no longer come to the room, he will live in the booth.
I was silent. My dad was looking at me from a photograph above the table...
Boom lay on the porch, his smart muzzle resting on his paws, his eyes staring at the locked door, his ears catching every sound coming from the house. He responded to voices with a quiet squeal and beat his tail on the porch. Then he laid his head on his paws again and sighed noisily.
Time passed, and with each passing hour my heart became heavier. I was afraid that it would soon get dark, the lights in the house would go out, all the doors would be closed, and Boom would be left alone all night. He will be cold and scared. Goosebumps ran down my spine. If the cup had not been dad’s and if dad himself had been alive, nothing would have happened... Mom never punished me for anything unexpected. And I was not afraid of punishment - I would gladly endure the worst punishment. But mom took such good care of dad’s everything! And then, I didn’t confess right away, I deceived her, and now every hour my guilt became more and more.
I went out onto the porch and sat down next to Boom. Pressing my head against his soft fur, I accidentally looked up and saw my mother. She stood at the open window and looked at us. Then, afraid that she might read all my thoughts on my face, I shook my finger at Boom and said loudly:
“You shouldn’t have broken the cup.”
After dinner, the sky suddenly darkened, clouds emerged from somewhere and stopped over our house.
Mom said:
- It will be raining.
I have asked:
- Let Boom...
- At least to the kitchen... mommy!
She shook her head. I fell silent, trying to hide my tears and fingering the fringe of the tablecloth under the table.
“Go to bed,” my mother said with a sigh.
I undressed and lay down, burying my head in the pillow. Mom left. Through the slightly open door from her room, a yellow strip of light penetrated to me. It was black outside the window O. The wind shook the trees. All the most terrible, melancholy and frightening things gathered for me outside this night window. And in this darkness, through the noise of the wind, I distinguished Boom’s voice. Once, running up to my window, he barked abruptly. I propped myself up on my elbow and listened. Boom... Boom... After all, he is daddy’s too. Together with him, we accompanied dad to the ship for the last time. And when dad left, Boom didn’t want to eat anything and mom tried to persuade him with tears. She promised him that dad would return. But dad didn't return...
Frustrated barking could be heard either closer or further away. Boom ran from the door to the windows, he yawned, begged, scratched his paws and squealed pitifully. A narrow strip of light was still leaking from under my mother’s door. I bit my nails, buried my face in the pillow and couldn’t decide on anything. And suddenly the wind hit my window with force, large drops of rain drummed on the glass. I jumped up. Barefoot, wearing only a shirt, I rushed to the door and opened it wide.
She slept, sitting at the table and resting her head on her bent elbow. With both hands I lifted her face; a crumpled wet handkerchief lay under her cheek.
She opened her eyes and hugged me with warm arms. The sad barking of a dog reached us through the sound of the rain.
- Mother! Mother! I broke the cup! It's me, me! Let Boom...
Her face trembled, she grabbed my hand, and we ran to the door. In the dark I bumped into chairs and sobbed loudly. The boom dried my tears with a cold, rough tongue; it smelled of rain and wet wool. Mom and I were drying him with a dry towel, and he raised all four paws in the air and rolled on the floor in exuberant delight. Then he calmed down, lay down in his place and, without blinking, looked at us. He thought: “Why did they kick me out into the yard, why did they let me in and caress me now?”
Mom didn't sleep for a long time. She also thought:
“Why didn’t my son tell me the truth right away, but woke me up at night?”
And I also thought, lying in my bed: “Why didn’t my mother scold me at all, why was she even glad that I broke the cup and not Boom?”
That night we didn’t sleep for a long time, and each of us three had our own “why”.
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Short instructive stories by Valentina Oseeva, written using examples of life situations, will show a child in an accessible form what real friendship, sincere and truthful relationships are. The stories are intended for children of preschool and primary school age.
What's easier?
Three boys went into the forest. There are mushrooms, berries, birds in the forest. The boys went on a spree. We didn’t notice how the day passed. They go home - they are afraid:
- It will hit us at home!
So they stopped on the road and thought what was better: to lie or to tell the truth?
“I’ll say,” says the first, “that a wolf attacked me in the forest.” The father will be afraid and will not scold.
“I’ll say,” says the second, “that I met my grandfather.” My mother will be happy and will not scold me.
“And I’ll tell the truth,” says the third. “It’s always easier to tell the truth, because it’s the truth and you don’t need to invent anything.”
So they all went home. As soon as the first boy told his father about the wolf, look, the forest guard is coming.
“No,” he says, “there are wolves in these places.”
The father got angry. For the first guilt I was angry, but for the lie I was twice as angry.
The second boy told about his grandfather. And the grandfather is right there - coming to visit.
Mother found out the truth. I was angry for the first guilt, and twice as angry for the lie.
And the third boy, as soon as he arrived, immediately confessed to everything. His aunt grumbled at him and forgave him.
Badly
The dog barked furiously, falling on its front paws. Right in front of her, pressed against the fence, sat a small, disheveled kitten. He opened his mouth wide and meowed pitifully. Two boys stood nearby and waited to see what would happen.
A woman looked out the window and hurriedly ran out onto the porch. She drove the dog away and angrily shouted to the boys:
- Shame on you!
- What's a shame? We didn't do anything! - the boys were surprised.
- This is bad! - the woman answered angrily.
In the same house
Once upon a time there lived in the same house a boy Vanya, a girl Tanya, a dog Barbos, a duck Ustinya and a chicken Boska.
One day they all went out into the yard and sat down on a bench: the boy Vanya, the girl Tanya, the dog Barbos, the duck Ustinya and the chicken Boska.
Vanya looked to the right, looked to the left, and raised his head up. Boring! He took it and pulled Tanya’s pigtail.
Tanya got angry and wanted to hit Vanya back, but he could see that the boy was big and strong.
She kicked Barbos. Barbos squealed, was offended, and bared his teeth. I wanted to bite her, but Tanya is the mistress, you can’t touch her.
Barbos grabbed Ustinya's duck's tail. The duck became alarmed and smoothed its feathers. I wanted to hit Boska the chicken with its beak, but changed my mind.
So Barbos asks her:
- Why don’t you, Ustinya the duck, hit Boska? He is weaker than you.
“I’m not as stupid as you,” the duck answers Barbos.
“There are people dumber than me,” says the dog and points to Tanya. Tanya heard.
“And he’s dumber than me,” she says and looks at Vanya.
Vanya looked around, and there was no one behind him.
Who's the boss?
The big black dog's name was Zhuk. Two boys, Kolya and Vanya, picked up the Beetle on the street. His leg was broken. Kolya and Vanya looked after him together, and when the Beetle recovered, each of the boys wanted to become his only owner. But they could not decide who the owner of the Beetle was, so their dispute always ended in a quarrel.
One day they were walking through the forest. The beetle ran ahead. The boys argued heatedly.
“My dog,” said Kolya, “I was the first to see the Beetle and picked him up!”
- No, mine! - Vanya was angry. — I bandaged her paw and fed her. Nobody wanted to give in.
- My! My! - they both shouted.
Suddenly two huge shepherd dogs jumped out of the forester's yard. They rushed at the Beetle and knocked him to the ground. Vanya hastily climbed the tree and shouted to his comrade:
- Save yourself!
But Kolya grabbed a stick and rushed to help Zhuk. The forester came running to the noise and drove his shepherds away.
- Whose dog? - he shouted angrily.
“Mine,” said Kolya. Vanya was silent.
good
Yurik woke up in the morning. I looked out the window. The sun is shining. It's a good day.
And the boy wanted to do something good himself.
So he sits and thinks:
“What if my little sister was drowning and I saved her!”
And my sister is right here:
- Take a walk with me, Yura!
- Go away, don’t bother me thinking! My little sister was offended and walked away. And Yura thinks:
“If only wolves attacked the nanny, and I would shoot them!”
And the nanny is right there:
- Put away the dishes, Yurochka.
- Clean it yourself - I have no time!
The nanny shook her head. And Yura thinks again:
“If only Trezorka fell into a well, and I would pull him out!”
And Trezorka is right there. Tail wags:
“Give me a drink, Yura!”
- Go away! Don't bother thinking! Trezorka closed his mouth and climbed into the bushes. And Yura went to his mother:
- What could I do that’s so good?
Mom stroked Yura’s head:
- Take a walk with your sister, help the nanny put away the dishes, give Trezor some water.
On the rink
The day was sunny. The ice sparkled. There were few people at the skating rink. The little girl, with her arms outstretched comically, rode from bench to bench. Two schoolchildren were tying up their skates and looking at Vitya. Vitya performed different tricks - sometimes he rode on one leg, sometimes he spun around like a top.
- Well done! - one of the boys shouted to him.
Vitya rushed around the circle like an arrow, made a dashing turn and ran into the girl. The girl fell. Vitya was scared.
“I accidentally...” he said, brushing snow off her fur coat. — Are you hurt? The girl smiled:
“Knee…” Laughter came from behind.
"They're laughing at me!" - thought Vitya and turned away from the girl with annoyance.
- What a miracle - a knee! What a crybaby! - he shouted, driving past the schoolchildren.
- Come to us! - they called.
Vitya approached them. Holding hands, all three merrily slid across the ice. And the girl sat on the bench, rubbed her bruised knee and cried.
Three comrades
Vitya lost his breakfast. During the big break, all the guys were having breakfast, and Vitya stood on the sidelines.
- Why do not you eat? - Kolya asked him.
- I lost my breakfast...
“It’s bad,” said Kolya, biting off a large piece of white bread. - There’s still a long way to go until lunch!
- Where did you lose it? - Misha asked.
“I don’t know...” Vitya said quietly and turned away.
“You probably had it in your pocket, but you should put it in your bag,” said Misha. But Volodya didn’t ask anything. He walked up to Vita, broke a piece of bread and butter in half and handed it to his comrade:
- Take it, eat it!
sons
Two women were taking water from a well. A third approached them. And the old man sat down on a pebble to rest.
Here's what one woman says to another:
- My son is dexterous and strong, no one can handle him.
- Why don’t you tell me about your son? - her neighbors ask.
- What can I say? - says the woman. — There’s nothing special about him.
So the women collected full buckets and left. And the old man is behind them. Women walk and stop. My hands hurt, the water splashes, my back hurts.
Suddenly three boys run out towards us.
One of them tumbles over his head, walks like a cartwheel, and the women admire him.
He sings another song, sings like a nightingale - the women listen to him.
And the third ran up to his mother, took the heavy buckets from her and dragged them.
The women ask the old man:
- Well? What are our sons like?
-Where are they? - the old man answers. - I only see one son!
blue leaves
Katya had two green pencils. And Lena has none. So Lena asks Katya:
- Give me a green pencil. And Katya says:
— I’ll ask my mother.
The next day both girls come to school. Lena asks:
- Did your mother allow it?
And Katya sighed and said:
“Mom allowed it, but I didn’t ask my brother.”
“Well, ask your brother again,” says Lena.
Katya arrives the next day.
- Well, did your brother allow you? - Lena asks.
“My brother allowed it, but I’m afraid you’ll break the pencil.”
“I’m being careful,” says Lena. “Look,” says Katya, “don’t fix it, don’t press hard, don’t put it in your mouth.” Don't draw too much.
“I just need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass,” says Lena.
“That’s a lot,” says Katya, and her eyebrows frown. And she made a dissatisfied face.
Lena looked at her and walked away. I didn't take a pencil. Katya was surprised and ran after her:
- Well, what are you doing? Take it!
“No need,” Lena answers. During the lesson the teacher asks:
- Why, Lenochka, are the leaves on your trees blue?
— There is no green pencil.
- Why didn’t you take it from your girlfriend?
Lena is silent. And Katya blushed like a lobster and said:
“I gave it to her, but she doesn’t take it.” The teacher looked at both:
“You have to give so that you can take.”
Valentina Oseeva
blue leaves
The sun is in the window,
I'm on the threshold.
How many paths
How many roads!
How many trees
How many bushes
Birds, bugs,
Herbs and flowers!
How many blooming
Lush fields
Variegated butterflies,
Flies and bumblebees!
The sun is in the window,
I'm on the threshold.
How much work
For hands and feet!
Magic word
A little old man with a long gray beard was sitting on a bench and drawing something in the sand with an umbrella.
“Move over,” Pavlik told him and sat down on the edge.
The old man moved and, looking at the boy’s red, angry face, said:
– Did something happen to you?
- Well, okay! What do you care? – Pavlik looked sideways at him.
- Nothing for me. But now you were screaming, crying, quarreling with someone...
- Still would! – the boy muttered angrily. “I’ll soon run away from home completely.”
- Will you run away?
- I’ll run away! I’ll run away because of Lenka alone,” Pavlik clenched his fists. “I almost gave her a good one just now!” Doesn't give any paint! And how many do you have!..
- Does not give? Well, there's no point in running away because of this.
- Not only because of this. My grandmother chased me out of the kitchen for one carrot... just with a rag, with a rag...
Pavlik snorted with resentment.
- Nonsense! - said the old man. - One will scold, the other will regret.
- Nobody feels sorry for me! - Pavlik shouted. “My brother is going for a boat ride, but he doesn’t take me.” I tell him: “You better take it, I won’t leave you anyway, I’ll drag the oars away, I’ll climb into the boat myself!”
Pavlik slammed his fist on the bench. And suddenly he fell silent.
- What, your brother won’t take you?
– Why do you keep asking?
The old man smoothed his long beard:
- I want to help you. There is such a magic word...
Pavlik opened his mouth.
- I'll tell you this word. But remember: you need to say it in a quiet voice, looking straight into the eyes of the person you are talking to. Remember - in a quiet voice, looking straight into your eyes...
- What word?
- This is a magic word. But don't forget how to say it.
“I’ll try,” Pavlik grinned, “I’ll try right now.”
He jumped up and ran home.
Lena was sitting at the table and drawing. Paints - green, blue, red - lay in front of her. Seeing Pavlik, she immediately raked them into a pile and covered them with her hand.
“The old man deceived me! – the boy thought with annoyance. “Will someone like that understand the magic word!”
Pavlik walked sideways towards his sister and pulled her sleeve. The sister looked back. Then, looking into her eyes, the boy said in a quiet voice:
- Lena, give me one paint... please...
Lena opened her eyes wide. Her fingers unclenched, and, taking her hand off the table, she muttered embarrassedly:
- Which one do you want?
“I’ll have the blue one,” Pavlik said timidly.
He took the paint, held it in his hands, walked around the room with it and gave it to his sister. He didn't need paint. He was now thinking only about the magic word.
“I’ll go to my grandmother. She's just cooking. Will he drive away or not?
Pavlik opened the door to the kitchen. The old woman was removing hot pies from the baking sheet. The grandson ran up to her, turned her red, wrinkled face with both hands, looked into her eyes and whispered:
– Give me a piece of pie... please.
Grandma straightened up.
The magic word shone in every wrinkle, in the eyes, in the smile...
- I wanted something hot... something hot, my darling! – she said, choosing the best, rosy pie.
Pavlik jumped for joy and kissed her on both cheeks.
"Wizard! Wizard!" - he repeated to himself, remembering the old man.
At dinner, Pavlik sat quietly and listened to his brother’s every word. When his brother said that he would go boating, Pavlik put his hand on his shoulder and quietly asked:
- Take me, please.
Everyone at the table immediately fell silent. The brother raised his eyebrows and grinned.
“Take it,” the sister suddenly said. - What is it worth to you!
- Well, why not take it? - Grandma smiled. - Of course, take it.
“Please,” Pavlik repeated.
The brother laughed loudly, patted the boy on the shoulder, and ruffled his hair.
- Oh, you traveler! Okay, get ready.
“It helped! It helped again!”
Pavlik jumped out from the table and ran into the street. But the old man was no longer in the park. The bench was empty, and only incomprehensible signs drawn by an umbrella remained on the sand.
Just an old lady
A boy and a girl were walking down the street. And ahead of them was an old woman. It was very slippery. The old lady slipped and fell.
- Hold my books! – the boy shouted, handing his briefcase to the girl, and rushed to help the old woman.
When he returned, the girl asked him:
- Is this your grandmother?
“No,” answered the boy.
- Mother? – the girlfriend was surprised.
- Well, aunt? Or a friend?
- No, no, no! - the boy answered. - It's just an old lady.
Girl with a doll
Yura entered the bus and sat down in a child's seat. Following Yura, a military man entered. Yura jumped up:
- Sit down please!
- Sit, sit! I'll sit here.
The military man sat down behind Yura. An old woman walked up the steps.
Yura wanted to offer her a seat, but another boy beat him to it.
“It turned out ugly,” Yura thought and began to look vigilantly at the door.
A girl came in from the front platform. She was clutching a tightly folded flannel blanket, from which protruded a lace cap.
Yura jumped up:
- Sit down please!
The girl nodded her head, sat down and, opening the blanket, pulled out a large doll.
The passengers laughed, and Yura blushed.
“I thought she was a woman with a child,” he muttered.
The soldier patted him on the shoulder approvingly:
- Nothing, nothing! The girl also needs to give way! And even a girl with a doll!
Katya had two green pencils. And Lena has none. So Lena asks Katya:
Give me a green pencil. And Katya says:
I'll ask my mom.
The next day both girls come to school. Lena asks:
Did your mom allow it?
And Katya sighed and said:
Mom allowed it, but I didn’t ask my brother.
Well, ask your brother again,” says Lena.
Katya arrives the next day.
Well, did your brother allow it? - Lena asks.
My brother allowed me, but I'm afraid you'll break your pencil.
“I’m careful,” says Lena. “Look,” says Katya, “don’t fix it, don’t press hard, don’t put it in your mouth.” Don't draw too much.
“I just need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass,” says Lena.
“That’s a lot,” says Katya, and her eyebrows frown. And she made a dissatisfied face.
Lena looked at her and walked away. I didn't take a pencil. Katya was surprised and ran after her:
Well, what are you doing? Take it!
No need,” Lena answers. During the lesson the teacher asks:
Why, Lenochka, are the leaves on your trees blue?
There is no green pencil.
Why didn't you take it from your girlfriend?
Topic: V. Oseeva "Blue Leaves".
Target: creating conditions for working on the development of moral qualities of the individual when working with text.
Tasks
To develop the ability to analyze a work of art at a level accessible to children. Show children that the topic raised by the author is relevant in the life of every person.
Develop the skills of correct and conscious reading, predict events, answer questions.
Cultivate honesty, a sense of responsibility for one’s actions, respect and politeness in relationships. develop students' self-esteem.
Equipment: portrait of V. Oseeva, map of Crimea, atlas - determinant "From earth to sky", handouts for children, audio recording of the story "Blue Leaves", the song "True Friend".
During the classes.
I . Org. moment.
I suggest you start our lesson with a game called"Good deeds".
I read the poem, and if you agree, say “yes” and clap your hands.
I'm always ready for everyone
Do good deeds.
Having done such an act,
I say yes, yes, yes!
Will we respect our elders? - Yes!
Shall we plant a tree? - Yes!
Shall we help mom? - Yes!
What about dressing my brother? - Yes!
Shall we take care of the cat? - Yes!
Shall we pour crumbs for the birds? - Yes!
Let's take care of a friend? - Yes!
And will we water the flowers in the flowerbed? - Yes!
Will we always be kind?
Who will tell me” - Yes! Yes! Yes!
II . Determining the topic and objectives of the lesson.
1. Work on the riddle.
Listen to the riddle. What is this?
Emerging from the buds
They bloom in the spring,
In summer they rustle
In autumn they fly. (Leaves.)
2. Creation of a problematic situation.
Take the leaves that are on your desks. Look carefully.
Who can tell which tree leaf is in his hands? (Maple, birch, oak.) (You can use the atlas - the determinant “From Earth to Sky.”)
What interesting things do you know about oak? (The tree is long-lived. Acorns can be used to make a coffee drink.)
What interesting things do you know about birch? (Symbol of Russia, they make birch sap, There are two types of wood - male and female. The female birch tree spreads its leaves to the side, and the male tree upwards. .)
What interesting things do you know about maple? (symbol of Canada, maple sugar is extracted from leaves.)
Color your leaves. What colors did you paint them in? (Green, yellow. red, orange.)
Can leaves be blue?
Why do you think she called him that? (Children's assumptions.)
So, our tasks:
1) meet V. Oseeva.
2) get acquainted with the story “Blue Leaves” by V. Oseeva;
3) find out why the story is called that way;
III . Work on the topic of the lesson.
1. Meet V. Oseeva.
Many children's writers were interested in the relationships between children. One of them is Valentina Oseeva. Valentina Aleksandrovna Oseeva-Khmeleva is one of the most famous children's writers who tried to unravel the magical power of not only words, but also the actions of little heroes.
I accidentally found her letter to you, children. Here it is.
"Dear Guys!
One day my mother asked:
– Did you like the story?
I answered:
- Don't know. I didn't think about him.
Mom was very upset.
“It’s not enough to be able to read, you have to be able to think,” she said.
Since then, after reading the story, I began to think about the good and bad deeds of girls and boys, and sometimes my own. And since this helped me a lot in life, I wrote short stories for you to make it easier for you to learn to read and think.”
Let's listen to V. Oseeva's story "Blue Leaves".
2. Ear charger “Smart Ears”
Use your palms to press your ears to your head and rub them in a clockwise circular motion;
Press your palms tightly to your ears and sharply withdraw your hands;
Insert your finger into your ear and then pull it out sharply.
3. Listening to the story “Blue Leaves” by V. Oseeva
Katya had two green pencils. And Lena has none. So Lena asks Katya:
Give me a green pencil. And Katya says:
I'll ask my mom.
The next day both girls come to school. Lena asks:
Did your mom allow it?
And Katya sighed and said:
Mom allowed it, but I didn’t ask my brother.
Well, ask your brother again,” says Lena.
Katya arrives the next day.
Well, did your brother allow it? - Lena asks.
My brother allowed me, but I'm afraid you'll break your pencil.
“I’m careful,” says Lena. “Look,” says Katya, “don’t fix it, don’t press hard, don’t put it in your mouth.” Don't draw too much.
“I just need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass,” says Lena.
“That’s a lot,” says Katya, and her eyebrows frown. And she made a dissatisfied face.
Lena looked at her and walked away. I didn't take a pencil. Katya was surprised and ran after her:
Well, what are you doing? Take it!
No need,” Lena answers. During the lesson the teacher asks:
Why, Lenochka, are the leaves on your trees blue?
There is no green pencil.
Why didn't you take it from your girlfriend?
Lena is silent. And Katya blushed like a lobster and said:
I gave it to her, but she doesn’t take it. The teacher looked at both:
You have to give so that you can take.
4. Conversation.
Why is the story called "Blue Leaves"?
What were your friends' names?
How many green pencils did Katya have?
Could Katya give Lena a green pencil?
Who did Katya decide to ask permission from?
Do you think Katya really asked permission from her mother and brother?
- Was Katya Lena's real friend?
What does the expression “Red like a lobster” mean?
Exercise for the eyes.
The eyes see everything around
I'll circle them.
The eyes can see everything
Where is the window and where is the cinema?
I'll draw a circle with them,
I'll look at the world around me.
5. "Buzz Reading" children.
- What do you think we should think about after listening to this piece?
- What are the main words of the entire work? How do you understand them?
6. Work at the board.
Let's think about what character traits the girls had.
Katya Lena
lying neat
indifferent patient
greedy well-mannered
cunning proud
cowardly truthful
Physical education session "Nichevoki"
Chicky wok, chicky wok,
Once upon a time there lived Nichevoki -
Nothing
Did not say,
And they didn’t eat or drink,
Just sulking
Pouted,
Pouted...
***
But then suddenly they smiled,
And they looked at mom,
And they drank.
And they ate
Above oneself
We laughed,
Yes, and went to bed.
Tired.
***
Chicky wok, chicky wok,
The Nichevoki fall asleep.
Hush, hush, don't make noise,
Don't wake up anyone...
Shhh...
7. Reading a story by role
We found out the characteristics of the girls' characters. This will help us better read this story role by role.
8. Work in pairs.
From a group of proverbs, choose only the one that suits our story.
For the first row:
Politeness opens all doors.
It is better to act well than to speak well.
No, look for a friend, but if you find one, take care.
Business before pleasure.
For the second row:
Where there is work, there is joy.
A strong friendship cannot be spilled with water.
A good person teaches good things.
He who helped quickly helped twice.
For the third row:
Summer has passed, autumn has passed, and now it’s snowing.
The bird is strong with its wings, and man is strong with friendship.
Beautiful is he who acts beautifully.
A mother's heart warms better than the sun.
(Children’s answers with reasoning, discussion of controversial issues.)
8. Work based on a series of pictures.
Look at the pictures.
Are they related?
Is it possible to write a story?
Work in pairs. Make up a story. We will choose the best one.
Can girls be called true friends?
What traits do they have? Why?
9. Conversation.
What other fairy tales about friendship do you know? (“Little Khavroshechka”, “The Town Musicians of Bremen”, “The Cat, the Fox and the Rooster”, “The Snow Queen”, “Ivan the Tsarevich and the Gray Wolf”, “The Kid and Karloson”...)
Which fairy-tale character's motto was "Guys, let's live together?"
What songs about friendship do you know?
I suggest singing the song "True Friend".
IV. Lesson summary.
What did the lesson teach you?
What feelings did you awaken? What did you think about?
At the end of the lesson, I will read you another poem.
Sometimes we get lonely
And we lack warmth,
We can be thoughtful and strict
And no one seems to need it
And the sun is shining dimly
And there is no desire to draw,
Not interesting to read or play
But how can you tell me not to get bored?
The world will immediately be filled with colors
Suddenly everything around you changes
When I'm next to you
Your true true friend.
Now, let's create our own unusual friendship tree. Let's combine the leaves of birch, oak, and maple. Let us show that in our class there are only friendly, kind, sympathetic children. There won't be a single blue leaf on this tree!
