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The illustrations by Gennady Kalinovsky are, of course, good, but for me, the story itself by Yuri Koval is still primary. The story of a man deeply and forever in love with the world around him and generously sharing this love with all of us. How precise, pure and figurative his language is, how skillfully he masters the word!
This is how he paints Napoleon III: “Napoleon's fur had a special color - not white, not blue, but one for which it is difficult to choose a name. But the breeders still picked up - platinum. This fur was divided, as it were, into two parts, and the lower underfur was cloudy in color, and dark gray hairs covered it on top - a veil. In general, it turned out like this: a cloud, and on top - a gray rainbow. Only Napoleon's muzzle was dark, and a light strip cut right across his nose.

And here he draws a piece of the forest: “These were old Christmas trees. Mature copper cones hung in clusters on their tops. At the foot, where the snow had not yet piled up, moss was bright green, and the thick trunks were plastered with gray lichen stars. The soles of the trees smelled of frosty tar, the trunks rose dangerously upwards, intertwined with branches there and poured into the sky high overhead. Suddenly, an alarming and strong knock was heard from above. A black woodpecker sat on an aspen tree in a red thunder helmet, hollowing out a hollow. Noticing the foxes, he shouted piercingly, spread his silent wings in the air, dived into the spruce dusk.

And here is about the funny dog with tropical ears, Palma Merinova, who sheltered in her kennel Nedopyoska: “Palma Merinova was actually a good-natured hostess, one of those who, having invited a guest, immediately put all sorts of gingerbread and shanezhki on the table. Under the kennel she had hidden various pieces and bits, and, having unearthed something from her stocks, Palma began to treat Napoleon. Rumbling, he pounced on bread crusts and cock heads, and Palma paced around him, grumbling affectionately, regaling. Yes, Palma Merinova was a hospitable hostess, and if she had a samovar in her kennel, she, of course, would have fired it up.

And also - about the fight between the preschooler Serpokrylov and the Kovylkino geese: “In the meantime, an enemy battalion appeared from the lane, shod in red boots.
- Soldiers! Follow me! - Sergeant Serpokrylov whispered to his scouts.
- Let's take them in pincers!
Like an avalanche, scouts fell on the enemy. Clapping their white camouflage sleeves in horror, stretching out their white camouflage necks in fear and even cackling in camouflage, the enemies scattered around the gardens and disguised themselves.

Beauty is extraordinary! You know, reading this book is like drinking from a pure spring...
I can’t help but say that a feature film was shot based on the story, it is called “ underdog Napoleon III. Everything is wonderful there: the glorious village of Kovylkino with all its inhabitants, and the real Russian snowy winter, and the wonderful and independent Alyoshka Serpokrylov, and the old man Karasyov. The film has wonderful music by Boris Karamyshev. Yuri Iosifovich himself wrote lyrics for him, and performed some of them. As a child, I had two of my favorites: the gentle cosmic lullaby “Night Chills” and the provocatively runaway song “To the Pole!”
All in all, a must read and watch!

At the Mshaga fur farm, Praskovyushka usually took care of the Arctic foxes. Before the holidays, the director of the fur farm, Pyotr Erofeich Nekrasov, deprived her of her bonus. This turned out to be a real blow for the worker - she already had her own plans for the award, she wanted to help her sister with three children. All day she walked lost and, having fed the animals, she forgot to lock the cage behind two. When it was time for dinner, a metallic ringing sounded through the fur farm. It was the Arctic foxes who began to “play on cymbals” - to twist their drinking bowls. At this time, Praskovyushka discovered the loss of two foxes: Napoleon III, with very valuable platinum-colored fur, and blue fox number 116. Upon learning of what had happened, Nekrasov was furious - the escape of a rare fox promised big losses, it was decided to look for fugitives.

First, the director Nekrasov and the foreman Filin went in search. They themselves did not achieve anything and turned for help to the hunter Frol Nozdrachev, who had a hound dog Davilo. The dog did not like the smell of the fox, he only ran along the trail for a while, and then he discovered the hare and happily chased the animal. The fugitives were never found.

Meanwhile, Napoleon ran farther and farther away from the fur farm. He liked freedom, and nature seemed familiar, although he had previously seen it only from his cell. Napoleon confidently ran forward, to the north, and the 116th faithfully followed him. The foxes had to spend the night in a badger hole, but Napoleon could not sleep - he felt the danger and was ready to fight back if something happened.

It was restless at the fur farm: everyone was worried about the fugitives. It was decided to send the Marquis after them. Marquis, an adult, red fox, lived in a cage next to Napoleon. The Marquis was known as a wise and calm fox. “For the third time in his life, the Marquis turned out to be free. For the first time, just like Napoleon, he escaped and roamed the forests for three days. Hungry and skinned, he returned to the farm. A year later, another fox escaped, named Riesling. It was summer, and no trace of the fugitive could be found. It was then that director Nekrasov came up with the idea of sending the Marquis after him. The director understood that the Marquis, having taken a sip of a free life, would definitely return to the farm. And sure enough, the Marquis was back for dinner, followed by an exhausted Riesling.”

And the director did not lose: the Marquis was able to find the fleeing foxes and bring them back to the farm, but Napoleon did not want to return, and the 116th was tormented by doubts for a long time. He wanted to eat, to be warm, but still he decided to follow Napoleon, who led him so confidently somewhere. The fugitives never returned to their cells.

The foxes ran along the country road. A truck drove by. The driver Shamov mistook 116th for a gray fox, realized that it might be valuable, and caught it and returned it to the farm. He was extremely surprised when he received an award for a fox, a bonus of 20 rubles.

Now Napoleon became more careful, he was already running along the side of the road so that in case of danger he could hide. But still, two motorcyclists noticed him, again mistook him for a fox and wanted to catch him. Napoleon was able to escape from them, and at the same time steal the glove.

Not knowing how, Napoleon ran into the village of Kovylkino. There he fought with the mongrels, and the carpenter Merinov separated the dogs and saved the Arctic fox, mistaking him for an English Spitz. In the tavern, no one wanted to shelter such a rare animal, and the carpenter had to take it for himself.

Napoleon was introduced to the Merinov family - with his wife, Claudia Efimovna, with her daughter Vera, a second-grader, and with the dog Palma. Napoleon had to live in the same kennel with Palma, but they became friends, Palma cordially received her guest, treated him to the bones she had laid aside, and warmed him at night.

In the morning, the mongrels came to the palm tree, they recognized the Arctic fox. A fight ensued. Lesha Serpokrylov, a preschooler passing by, dispersed the dogs, and at the same time took Napoleon away. Lesha imagined himself as the head of the expedition, and Napoleon (he called him Filka) was supposed to lead people to the North Pole.

It was the last lesson, the preschooler kept running with the fox, trying not to feel the rope around his neck. At the drawing lesson, Vera looked out the window and saw Lesha with her Tisha (that's what she called the fox). After school, she, along with classmate Kolya and art teacher Pavel Sergeevich, ran to save her fox. It turned out that some man took the animal away from a preschooler and planned to kill Napoleon and make his wife a collar. But Napoleon was saved. It was decided to leave the animal at school for the night, in a rabbit cage, and return it to the fur farm in the morning. For the third night Napoleon was free - his hair was no longer platinum, and the beast itself was already more like a mongrel, and not like a proud fox.

In the morning, many children gathered in the school yard, everyone wanted to look at a rare animal, which the cleaning lady called Sikimora. The principal of the school, Governor, didn't like it. He dispersed the students, and from Kolya and Vera he began to find out what kind of animal it was and where it came from. It was decided to call the fur farm.

Vera and Kolya became real celebrities at school, incredible rumors began to spread about them and about the animal. The second-graders decided that it was impossible to give the fox to the farm - they would make a collar out of it. They instructed the preschooler Lesha to hide Napoleon in the bathhouse.

The loss of the polar fox was discovered when director Nekrasov arrived. Two directors, Nekrasov and Governors, had a serious conversation with the students. The director of the fur farm explained to the children that Napoleon is a rare fox, he lives to get a completely new look, and no one is going to make a collar out of him. The children were even allowed to come to the farm and take care of the animals. Everyone agreed to hand over the fox, but he was not in the bathhouse.

Lesha released the fox into the wild so that he could run to the North Pole. The guys were upset, but they went to look for the beast. And Vera in an instant turned from a good and diligent hero girl into an outcast: after all, she vouched for the preschooler.

Vera returned home and began to think, did she do the right thing when she fed the Arctic fox, tied him up, left him in her house? But soon all these thoughts were gone, and it was as if a mountain had fallen from my shoulders. And it was at that moment that the girl saw Napoleon coming out of Palma's kennel. The mountain again climbed onto Vera's shoulders. It turns out that the arctic fox did not run to the North Pole, he ran to warmth and comfort.

Faith led Napoleon to the director of the farm. The fox was returned to the cage. In the evening, Vera came to visit Lesha, the girl could not figure out if she had done the right thing.

“The evening dragged on for a long time, delaying, pushing back the night, but finally it flooded the earth, extinguished all the windows, and in the sky above a lonely pine tree, along a road woven from the smallest stars, Orion slowly rushed. A red star on his shoulder burned dimly;

The foxes have long since fallen asleep. Only the Marquis and the 116th rushed about the cages, scratched the bars and looked, without looking up, at Napoleon curled up in a ball.

This concludes the story of the underdog Napoleon III. There is nothing more to add, except that exactly a month later the undersand ran away again. This time he did not stay anywhere and certainly made it to the North Pole.”

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Summary of Koval's book "Undersand"

Plot

The key point of the story is "Mshaga". This is a large animal farm. There are arctic foxes here, for which care is entrusted to the worker Praskovya. The boss deprived her of the bonus, and in despair, she did not close the cells. Two scribes are missing: Napoleon III with an extremely valuable platinum fur, and Number 116 with blue. They wanted to find the fugitives with the help of a hunter's hound. But he was distracted from the trail, chasing the hare. Then they sent the Marquis, who always returned home. But his friends refused to go with him. 116 was found by the driver. And Napoleon settled in the village of Kovylkino. The girl Vera brought him back to the fur farm. But soon the fox made another escape.

Conclusion (my opinion)

The story has a deep meaning. The author conveys his great love for the environment. The desire for freedom of animals resembles such thoughts in humans. Napoleon III did not want to be someone's collar, he just wanted a normal life.

February 2, 2015, 02:14 am

Yuri Koval is a unique phenomenon for me in Soviet literature. He wrote for children, but his literary language is so rich, original and pure that there is no feeling of childish literature at all. Even, on the contrary, sometimes you wonder if the children will be able to appreciate such an elegant verbal curtsy? However, kids can. Not at the analytical level, but at the level of sensations, because Yury Koval wrote, first of all, sincerely.

"Nedopesok" is a story about the delightful beauty of an arctic fox, which can teach a child to see behind any text not only a fascinating plot. although a fascinating plot, light humor and bright characters are also present here. "Nedopesok" can become a primer for entering more complex, no longer children's literature, in which it is not enough just to follow the story and imagine the movement. It is very difficult for Nedopyos-Napoleon not to empathize, but somehow you just get into his uncomfortable place, you understand that there is no way further without analysis and metaphors. Even if you are a child.

Nedopyosok-Napoleon the Third was born in captivity, was bred by human hands on a polar fox farm for the wonderful beauty of fur. And his fate is to go for someone's warm coat. But Napoleon the Third carried in his genes not only a magical fur, but also a fierce desire to break free, inherited from his ancestors. What freedom is, he imagines badly, because he has never seen it. And yet his sharp nose is steadily turned to the north, like a compass needle, and it is there that his paws and the call of the ancestors carry. The underdog runs away, they catch him, he runs away, they help him, they catch him, he ... Well, in general, you understand. It will not be boring in terms of action here, especially since there are not only leaf pioneers with a halo over their heads, but there are bunglers, and hooligans, and nasty adults.

The persistence with which a young inexperienced arctic fox runs to no one knows where is amazing. And how relative beauty is in this world: two minutes ago it was an amazingly beautiful animal, and now it’s some kind of dirty mongrel, not even a fox, but smeared in I don’t understand what a spitz. By the way, it's funny that the publishers of that time saw in the desire to get to the north an analogy with Jewish emigration, in connection with which there were some difficulties in printing "Nedopeska".

The child has a lot to think about. Adults have a lot to be nostalgic about. I didn’t read Koval as a child, so for the first time I could enjoy his wonderful language. And that's great.

trounin April 30, 2014 at 1:59 pm

There are no complaints about Koval - he is still a children's writer. True, he worked in Soviet times, when any work went through strict censorship. Who would have thought that a fox, striving for freedom, running to the North Pole, can be equated with a Jew dreaming of escaping the country to Israel. You will say stupidity - but it was so. The book could have ended up in the writer's archive for a long time, if the prudence of the censors did not prevail.

Readers are always divided into 3 camps. Some just read a book, others look at history without trying to find a secret meaning, the latter, like the notorious censors, are trying to find something. We will not search. For the simple reason that few of us have seen a live fox, let alone its young. There is such a white beast, somewhat similar to a fox, living somewhere in the north. From the book, the reader learns about the existence of fur farms, where arctic foxes are not only grown for fur, but they also try to breed a good breed with better fur.

One of these miracles of selection is the protagonist of the book - the underdog Napoleon III, named so for a reason, because his father was Napoleon II, and he was the son of Napoleon I. The whole chain was nurtured by the chief director of the fur farm, who wants to breed a new high-quality breed and call it his own name. Of course, the escape of a rarity nullifies all the long years of work. And it’s not so clear when the reader is torn between the desire to return the fox back to the farm, where he will be fed and not sent for fur soon, but the reader can take the other side - the fox really rushes north, even if he can be hit by a car or shot along the way the hunter, and he is not accustomed to the wild environment, can only, literally, slurp the master's cabbage soup. In any case, Koval presents to our attention a small animal, not yet quite intelligent, but with possible prospects. It is not our business to know about the future of the fox, because a fairy tale cannot be destroyed.

There is no escape from children in children's literature. From good Soviet children. So correct and positive. They do not cheat and do not seek personal dominance. Every child in the book is good, although they are also divided into two sides, when someone wants to return the fox to the cage, and someone can not wait to contribute to his free life. All characters are beautifully written. And the children, and both directors - fur farms and rural schools.

The desire for freedom is a central theme. The concept and necessity of freedom is another matter.

panda007 November 10, 2008 at 1:47 pm

When it becomes dreary from "adult" books, and a little sick from the adults themselves, you want something pleasant, cozy and at the same time not stupid. I didn't read Yury Koval's book about a curious young arctic fox in my childhood. But in vain. Maybe then I would have understood long ago that all people are not divided into good and bad, but into those who "love animals" (that is, kind by definition) and those who "use animals" (in the sense of their own selfish purposes , that is, by definition evil).
The funny thing is that children, who are commonly considered evil by the people, in Koval's book, may sometimes turn out to be klutzes, but not monsters, ready for personal gain to captivate a handsome underdog with amazingly beautiful hair. It is only in adults that such vile, vile, inhuman thoughts arise. Fortunately for Napoleon, there are decent people among them, and not just greedy scoundrels, so his adventure through the northern snows ends not with death at the hands of motorcyclists-poachers or a stupid driver, but with a return to the fur farm, a momentary acquisition of the "meaning of life" and a new flight to the North Pole (where his canine soul so stretches).

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