One stubborn, capricious boy Vasya offended his mother and did not ask for forgiveness. And then the Great Colds came to the city where Vasya lived ... Read about what happened to Vasya and how his amazing story ended, read in this book. And in total, the book contains five wonderful fairy tales for kids by the wonderful children's writer Sofya Prokofieva.
- I won't ask for forgiveness
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The following excerpt from the book I will not ask for forgiveness (collection) (S. L. Prokofieva) provided by our book partner - the company LitRes.
Painters
S. Bordyug and N. Trepenok, I. Glazov, N. Salienko, T. Shevareva
I won't ask for forgiveness
Chapter one
Once upon a time there was a boy Vasya. He had a lot of toys. They were everywhere: under the table and behind the closet. And even under the bed.
But one morning Vasya woke up and he wanted another rocking horse.
“I want a rocking horse,” Vasya said.
- I want a rocking horse! Vasya shouted.
- I want a rocking horse! Vasya stamped his feet.
“Well, son,” said mom, “wait a little, now there is no money.
- Well, yes, no money! Vasya shouted with resentment. - For sugar. There are meatballs. And most importantly, you don't. You are just thirsty! Yes!
At the same moment the window opened with a thud and a cold wind blew in from the street.
The room became as cold as it was outside.
“Ask forgiveness for your harsh words now,” Mom said.
- I will not ask for forgiveness! shouted Vasya, grabbed his coat and hat and ran out of the house.
Chapter Two
Vasya was sitting in the yard on a bench. Thick snow fell from the sky.
Vasya did not know that the Great Colds had come to his city. And the Great Chills come whenever someone quarrels with mom.
The snow kept coming and going.
“It is very shameful to ask for forgiveness,” thought Vasya. - I won't do anything. I'd rather not go home. I can find another mother for myself. Even better."
In truth, Vasya did not want another mother at all. After all, his mother was not at all some kind of mother. It was HIS mother.
But to ask for forgiveness ... Well, no!
Vasya sat on the bench for a little more. His arms and legs were numb.
Vasya slid down from the bench and walked out of the yard. When he was already approaching the gate, the radio began to speak loudly:
“Listen! Listen! Listen!.. The man quarreled with his mother! The man quarreled with his mother! This problem happened in our city. And now the Great Colds have come to our city! Attention! Attention!.. Great Colds have come to our city!..»
But Vasya did not hear this. Only the old sparrow, sitting on a pole, could hardly make out a few words. He got nervous, grumbled and flew to his sparrow to tell her that she should not fly away from the warm pipe in any case. After all, she is not small and must understand: the Great Colds are not to be trifled with.
Chapter Three
Vasya walked down the street. On the corner he saw a long, long dachshund. She looked like a sausage on four legs.
The dachshund was led on a strap by an aunt in a gray fur coat. And suddenly this aunt, passing by Vasya, whispered: - Do you want me to be your mother?
Vasya looked at his aunt and saw that this aunt was very good. And most importantly, she has such a nice long dog.
“Well, if you take a new mother, then with a dog,” he thought, and said quietly:
Vasya said it quite quietly. And then the wind blew. Cold snow hit Vasya's face.
Aunt grabbed Vasya by the hand and briskly ran down the street, saying:
“I have wanted a son like this for a long time!
When Vasya and aunt entered the apartment, they saw that there was a snowdrift on the sofa. Near the closet is a snowdrift. On the table is a mountain of snow. Snowflakes flutter and swirl in the air.
The long dog ran across the room, paws buried in the snow.
“Nothing, nothing, sonny,” said the aunt in the gray fur coat. - We'll take it all away.
She brought basins and buckets, and they began to carry the snow out of the room. But there was so much snow that it almost did not decrease.
“The two of us will not be able to bear this snow for the rest of our lives,” he thought wistfully. “I wish there were more mothers like this. Well, at least four or five.
As soon as he had time to think this, four more exactly the same aunts in gray fur coats entered the room. Quite the same. One to one. Vasya dropped his basin in amazement.
All the aunts in gray fur coats began to quickly endure the snow. One was shoveling snow from under the sofa. Another deftly knocked icicles off the chandelier. The snowdrifts began to decrease rapidly. The long dog ran freely across the floor.
- Well, that's all, son! - the aunts in gray fur coats said in chorus and smiled at Vasya.
- Son, come, I'll kiss you! one aunt called affectionately.
- Son, go, I'll wipe your nose! - said the second aunt in a gray fur coat.
- Son, you forgot to drink fish oil! - said the third.
“Son, play with the dog for now,” said the fourth.
- Son, take off your galoshes! the fifth said.
They all grabbed Vasya tightly and began to pull him in different directions.
Vasya's little coat crackled. The long dog barked sadly.
Vasya escaped from their hands and rushed into the hall. Aunts in gray fur coats, pushing each other, rushed after him.
They overtook him in the front, surrounded him and spoke even faster and all together:
- Drink the dog!
- Play with galoshes!
- Take off your nose!
- Kiss the fish oil!
Vasya jumped out onto the stairs and slammed the door.
- No, - he muttered in horror, - so many mothers a person does not need. After all, you need to love your mother. How can you love them all at once? You will get confused. No, I don't want...
Chapter Four
The wind was blowing along the street.
The wind began to undress Vasya: pulling off his hat, taking away his scarf, wrapping up the skirts of his coat. Vasya rather turned into an alley. “Maybe it’s not so cold there!” he thought. But it was not there!
Vasya completely bent over. He even covered his face with his sleeve. So he walked and walked and ran right into the ice cream seller. And her lovely blue box on wheels.
- Ice cream! Ice cream! Creamy! Chocolate! Ice cream in cups! .. - the saleswoman shouted.
Vasya looked at her and immediately realized that she was a very good ice cream seller. Kind and cheerful.
He thought:
“It’s great when mom walks around the apartment and says all the time:“ Creamy! Chocolate! Ice cream in glasses!“”
Vasya approached the saleswoman closer. But the windy wind was already there. He was now not a step behind Vasya. The wind-wind began to circle around Vasya and the ice cream saleswoman and sprinkle them with prickly snow.
- Fathers! the saleswoman shouted, stamping her feet and blowing on her fingers. - Who will eat my ice cream in such a cold?
“You… don’t want… to become mine…” Vasya whispered.
- Your mother? Yes? - the ice cream seller said happily, as if she had been waiting for this.
End of introductory segment.
Painters
S. Bordyug and N. Trepenok, I. Glazov, N. Salienko, T. Shevareva
I won't ask for forgiveness
Chapter one
Once upon a time there was a boy Vasya. He had a lot of toys. They were everywhere: under the table and behind the closet. And even under the bed.
But one morning Vasya woke up and he wanted another rocking horse.
“I want a rocking horse,” Vasya said.
- I want a rocking horse! Vasya shouted.
- I want a rocking horse! Vasya stamped his feet.
“Well, son,” said mom, “wait a little, now there is no money.
- Well, yes, no money! Vasya shouted with resentment. - For sugar. There are meatballs. And most importantly, you don't. You are just thirsty! Yes!
At the same moment the window opened with a thud and a cold wind blew in from the street.
The room became as cold as it was outside.
“Ask forgiveness for your harsh words now,” Mom said.
- I will not ask for forgiveness! shouted Vasya, grabbed his coat and hat and ran out of the house.
Chapter Two
Vasya was sitting in the yard on a bench. Thick snow fell from the sky.
Vasya did not know that the Great Colds had come to his city. And the Great Chills come whenever someone quarrels with mom.
The snow kept coming and going.
“It is very shameful to ask for forgiveness,” thought Vasya. - I won't do anything. I'd rather not go home. I can find another mother for myself. Even better."
In truth, Vasya did not want another mother at all. After all, his mother was not at all some kind of mother. It was HIS mother.
But to ask for forgiveness ... Well, no!
Vasya sat on the bench for a little more. His arms and legs were numb.
Vasya slid down from the bench and walked out of the yard. When he was already approaching the gate, the radio began to speak loudly:
“Listen! Listen! Listen!.. The man quarreled with his mother! The man quarreled with his mother! This problem happened in our city. And now the Great Colds have come to our city! Attention! Attention!.. Great Colds have come to our city!..»
But Vasya did not hear this. Only the old sparrow, sitting on a pole, could hardly make out a few words. He got nervous, grumbled and flew to his sparrow to tell her that she should not fly away from the warm pipe in any case. After all, she is not small and must understand: the Great Colds are not to be trifled with.
Chapter Three
Vasya walked down the street. On the corner he saw a long, long dachshund. She looked like a sausage on four legs.
The dachshund was led on a strap by an aunt in a gray fur coat. And suddenly this aunt, passing by Vasya, whispered: - Do you want me to be your mother?
Vasya looked at his aunt and saw that this aunt was very good. And most importantly, she has such a nice long dog.
“Well, if you take a new mother, then with a dog,” he thought, and said quietly:
Vasya said it quite quietly. And then the wind blew. Cold snow hit Vasya's face.
Aunt grabbed Vasya by the hand and briskly ran down the street, saying:
“I have wanted a son like this for a long time!
When Vasya and aunt entered the apartment, they saw that there was a snowdrift on the sofa. Near the closet is a snowdrift. On the table is a mountain of snow. Snowflakes flutter and swirl in the air.
The long dog ran across the room, paws buried in the snow.
“Nothing, nothing, sonny,” said the aunt in the gray fur coat. - We'll take it all away.
She brought basins and buckets, and they began to carry the snow out of the room. But there was so much snow that it almost did not decrease.
“The two of us will not be able to bear this snow for the rest of our lives,” he thought wistfully. “I wish there were more mothers like this. Well, at least four or five.
As soon as he had time to think this, four more exactly the same aunts in gray fur coats entered the room. Quite the same. One to one. Vasya dropped his basin in amazement.
All the aunts in gray fur coats began to quickly endure the snow. One was shoveling snow from under the sofa. Another deftly knocked icicles off the chandelier. The snowdrifts began to decrease rapidly. The long dog ran freely across the floor.
- Well, that's all, son! - the aunts in gray fur coats said in chorus and smiled at Vasya.
- Son, come, I'll kiss you! one aunt called affectionately.
- Son, go, I'll wipe your nose! - said the second aunt in a gray fur coat.
- Son, you forgot to drink fish oil! - said the third.
“Son, play with the dog for now,” said the fourth.
- Son, take off your galoshes! the fifth said.
They all grabbed Vasya tightly and began to pull him in different directions.
Vasya's little coat crackled. The long dog barked sadly.
Vasya escaped from their hands and rushed into the hall. Aunts in gray fur coats, pushing each other, rushed after him.
Sofia Prokofieva
I won't ask for forgiveness (compilation)
© Prokoeva S. L., 2015
© Salienko N. P., ill., 2015
© LLC AST Publishing House, 2015
* * *I won't ask for forgiveness
Once upon a time there was a boy Vasya. He had a lot of toys. They were everywhere: under the table and behind the closet. And even under the bed.
But one morning Vasya woke up and he wanted another rocking horse.
“I want a rocking horse,” Vasya said.
- I want a rocking horse! Vasya shouted.
- I want a rocking horse! Vasya stamped his feet.
“Well, son,” said mom, “wait a little, now there is no money.
- Well, yes, no money! Vasya shouted with resentment. - For sugar. There are meatballs. And most importantly, you don't. You are just thirsty! Yes!
At the same moment the window opened with a thud and a cold wind blew in from the street.
The room became as cold as it was outside.
“Ask forgiveness for your harsh words now,” Mom said.
- I will not ask for forgiveness! shouted Vasya, grabbed his coat and hat and ran out of the house.
Vasya was sitting in the yard on a bench.
Thick snow fell from the sky.
Vasya did not know that the Great Colds had come to his city. And the Great Chills come whenever someone quarrels with mom.
The snow kept coming and going.
“It is very shameful to ask for forgiveness,” thought Vasya. - I won't do anything. I'd rather not go home. I can find another mother for myself. Even better."
In truth, Vasya did not want another mother at all. After all, his mother was not at all some kind of mother. It was HIS mother.
But to ask for forgiveness ... Well, no!
Vasya sat on the bench for a little more. His arms and legs were numb.
Vasya slid down from the bench and walked out of the yard. When he was already approaching the gate, the radio began to speak loudly:
“Listen! Listen! Listen!.. The man quarreled with his mother! The man quarreled with his mother! This problem happened in our city. And now the Great Colds have come to our city! Attention! Attention!.. Great Colds have come to our city!..»
But Vasya did not hear this. Only the old sparrow, sitting on a pole, could hardly make out a few words. He got nervous, grumbled and flew to his sparrow to tell her that she should not fly away from the warm pipe in any case. After all, she is not small and must understand: the Great Colds are not to be trifled with.
Vasya walked down the street. On the corner he saw a long, long dachshund. She looked like a sausage on four legs.
The dachshund was led on a strap by an aunt in a gray fur coat. And suddenly this aunt, passing by Vasya, whispered:
- Do you want me to be your mother?
Vasya looked at his aunt and saw that this aunt was very good. And most importantly, she has such a nice long dog.
“Well, if you take a new mother, then with a dog,” he thought, and said quietly:
Vasya said it quite quietly. And then the wind blew. Cold snow hit Vasya's face.
Aunt grabbed Vasya by the hand and briskly ran down the street, saying:
“I have wanted a son like this for a long time!
When Vasya and aunt entered the apartment, they saw that there was a snowdrift on the sofa. Near the closet is a snowdrift. On the table is a mountain of snow. Snowflakes flutter and swirl in the air.
The long dog ran across the room, paws buried in the snow.
“Nothing, nothing, sonny,” said the aunt in the gray fur coat. - We'll take it all away.
She brought basins and buckets, and they began to carry the snow out of the room. But there was so much snow that it almost did not decrease.
“The two of us will not be able to bear this snow for the rest of our lives,” he thought wistfully. “I wish there were more mothers like this. Well, at least four or five.
As soon as he had time to think this, four more exactly the same aunts in gray fur coats entered the room. Quite the same. One to one. Vasya dropped his basin in amazement.
All the aunts in gray fur coats began to quickly endure the snow. One was shoveling snow from under the sofa. Another deftly knocked icicles off the chandelier. The snowdrifts began to decrease rapidly. The long dog ran freely across the floor.
- Well, that's all, son! - the aunts in gray fur coats said in chorus and smiled at Vasya.
- Son, come, I'll kiss you! one aunt called affectionately.
- Son, go, I'll wipe your nose! - said the second aunt in a gray fur coat.
- Son, you forgot to drink fish oil! - said the third.
“Son, play with the dog for now,” said the fourth.
- Son, take off your galoshes! the fifth said.
They all grabbed Vasya tightly and began to pull him in different directions.
Vasya's little coat crackled. The long dog barked sadly.
Vasya escaped from their hands and rushed into the hall. Aunts in gray fur coats, pushing each other, rushed after him.
They overtook him in the front, surrounded him and spoke even faster and all together:
- Drink the dog!
- Play with galoshes!
- Take off your nose!
- Kiss the fish oil!
Vasya jumped out onto the stairs and slammed the door.
- No, - he muttered in horror, - so many mothers a person does not need. After all, you need to love your mother. How can you love them all at once? You will get confused. No, I don't want...
The wind was blowing along the street.
The wind began to undress Vasya: pulling off his hat, taking away his scarf, wrapping up the skirts of his coat.
Vasya rather turned into an alley.
“Maybe it’s not so cold there!” he thought.
But it was not there!
Vasya completely bent over. He even covered his face with his sleeve. So he walked and walked and ran right into the ice cream seller. And her lovely blue box on wheels.
- Ice cream! Ice cream! Creamy! Chocolate! Ice cream in cups! .. - the saleswoman shouted.
Vasya looked at her and immediately realized that she was a very good ice cream seller. Kind and cheerful.
He thought:
“It's great when mom walks around the apartment and says all the time:“ Creamy! Chocolate! Ice cream in cups!”
