The heroes of the story are Nikita and his friends. E. Charushin "Nikita and his friends" read online

I would like to once again thank the publishing house "Amphora" for the wonderful children's books of the series " School library", in which, as I have already written more than once, everything is excellent - both the content, the illustrations, and the price. Today there are two collections on the shelf short stories about nature with illustrations by Evgeny Charushin (review :) - author's collection "Chatty Magpie" and "Vorobishkina's Spring" by Nikolai Sladkov.

Nikolay Sladkov is the classics, like Prishvin and Bianki, which one cannot but read to children if we want to show them the beauty of the world and the wisdom of nature, reveal the secrets of all living things, instill love and cultivate a respect for animals and plants. Sladkov combines the literary talent of a great storyteller and the erudition of a scientist, the language of his story is light, and the plots are interesting and reliable. The book contains our favorite little stories from childhood from the cycles "A hedgehog ran along the path" and "Vorobyishkina's spring". From them you can find out why November is piebald, with white snow and thawed patches, how spring begins, how mushrooms grow with the first rain, why a hedgehog is afraid of an owl, and also read stories about the noisy spring life of sparrows. The best illustrations that can only be imagined for Sladkov's baby stories are the naturalistic and pictorial works of Charushin. So I highly recommend this collection to everyone, an excellent book for acquaintance with the work of Sladkov.

The quality of the book is excellent: reduced format, easy for kids to read on their own, hard glossy cover, very thick white offset paper, large print and very good printing.
in the "Labyrinth"
The collection "Chatty Magpie" includes wonderful short informative stories by Evgeny Charushin with his own illustrations. The content somewhat overlaps with the book "Big and Small" (4 stories coincide: Squirrel with squirrels, Deer with a deer, Fox with foxes, Beavers), but most of the illustrations for the same stories are different. And the remaining 7 stories (Volchishko, Soroka, Gayar, Foxes, About hares, Forest kitten and Pischik) are not found in other collections of Amphora.











These books will be interesting and useful to the child for a long time - from listening to reading on their own - the stories are short, the font is large and convenient, there is the letter E.

The quality of the book is serial, i.e. beautiful:

Charushin Evgeny Ivanovich

Animal stories

Charushin E.I. Stories about animals.

What kind of beast?

The first snow fell. And everything around became white. The trees are white, the ground is white, and the roofs, and the porch, and the steps on the porch - everything was covered with snow. The girl Katya wanted to take a walk on the snow. So she went out onto the porch, wants to go down the steps into the garden, and suddenly sees: on the porch, in the snow, there are some holes. Some animal walked in the snow. And there are footprints on the steps, footprints on the porch, and footprints in the garden.

“That's interesting!” Thought the little girl Katya. “What kind of animal did you go here? Katya took a cutlet, put it on the porch and ran away. The day has passed, the night has passed. Morning has come. Katya woke up - and rather on the porch: to see if the animal ate her cutlet. Looks - the cutlet is intact! Where you put it, here it lies. And there were even more traces. So the animal came again. Then Katya removed the cutlet and put a bone in its place. From the soup. In the morning Katya again runs to the porch. Looks - the animal did not touch the bone either. So what kind of animal is this? And he doesn't eat bones. Then Katya put a red carrot instead of a bone. In the morning he looks - there are no carrots! The animal came and ate all the carrots! Then Katya's dad made a trap. He knocked the box upside down on the porch, propped it up with a splinter, and tied a carrot to the splinter with a string. If you pull the carrot, the splinter will bounce off, the box will fall and cover the animal. The next day, dad went, and mom, and even grandmother - they all went to see if the animal had fallen into a trap. And Katya is ahead of everyone. There is a beast in the trap! Someone slammed a box, fell from a stand! Katya looked into the crack and saw that the beast was sitting there. White-white, fluffy-fluffy, pink eyes, long ears, pressed into a corner, chewing on carrots. It's a rabbit! They took him home to the kitchen. And then they made a big cage. And he began to live in it. And Katya fed him with carrots, hay, oats and breadcrumbs.

Teddy bear

The hunters killed three bears and sold three broods of cubs to the zoo.

In the zoo, they were all put in one cage - brown, red, blackish, different in color and height - some more, some smaller.

The smallest is the gloomiest. He sits in the corner, scratches his tummy, sucks his paw and grumbles all the time.

And others are funny: they fight, climb around the cage, flounder, shout, puff - shaggy, pot-bellied, big-headed, club-footed bears.

One, though all has outgrown, but does not really know how to eat.

His servant is feeding a pacifier. He will pour milk into a bottle, put a rag in the neck and give it to him. He grips the bottle and sucks. He doesn't let anyone near him, grumbles. It's so scary!

The other, blackish, with a white spot-bib, keeps climbing, climbing. He climbed up the iron bars of the cage to the ceiling. The twigs are slippery - it will crawl two inches, and it will slide back one inch. He climbed, climbed, got halfway, and then - nothing. Tired. He works with his paws, screams out of anger, he wants to go to the ceiling, but nothing comes out - he slides down.

Invented. He clung to the iron bar with his teeth and hangs - the paws are resting.

He hung there, rested and immediately reached the ceiling. Then he climbed up the ceiling, but fell off, fell and screamed in a desperate voice.

The attendant came running, took him in her arms, rocked him, stroked him.

Bear calmed down, smelled a candy in his pocket, took it out and, together with a piece of paper, let's suck and smack it.

They brought milk porridge to the cubs. Everyone piled on the trough, pushing, crawling right into the porridge, snarling, chomping, smacking, snoring.

Suddenly again someone screamed.

Yelling at the top of his lungs, straining.

And this is the same sucker who really can't eat. He got out of the cage when the porridge was being given, and climbed on the broom - there was a broom in the cage.

The bear climbed up the broom and fell down with it. He hurt himself on the floor, and even a broomstick hit him on the head.

Lies, closed his eyes and screams. And he doesn't let go of the broom.

They gave him a pacifier again.

The cubs ate the porridge. They were so exported that you do not recognize any color - everything is in a mess. Became striped, spotted. Eat and play again.

I wanted to buy a teddy bear, but I can't: they don't sell teddy bears in the zoo.

Bear fisherman

Last year I lived all winter in Kamchatka. But this is the very edge of our Motherland. There I met the spring. The Kamchatka spring begins interestingly, not in our opinion.

As streams run, as Kamchatka rivers open up, a red lentil sparrow arrives from India and sings its song everywhere with a clear, flute whistle:

Have you seen a Chinook salmon?

Have you seen a Chinook salmon?

Have you seen a Chinook salmon?

Chinook salmon is a salmon fish. And this is where the most interesting part of the Kamchatka spring begins.

At this very time, all the fish from the ocean enters the rivers, streams, so that at the very sources, in the flowing fresh water spawn.

Fish goes in herds, schools, flocks; the fish climb, rush, push, - apparently, it's hard for them: their bellies are swollen, full of caviar or milk. Sometimes they swim so densely that the lower ones crawl along the bottom, and the upper ones stick out from the water.

Oh, how many fish go!

And they say that in the old days, when there were very few people in Kamchatka, the fish was even thicker. In the old records it is said that the oar stood in the rivers and went "pop" against the stream.

Everyone is happy, shouting. And they also ask each other:

Have you seen a Chinook salmon?

Have you seen a Chinook salmon?

Have you seen a Chinook salmon?

And she will occasionally swim - this Chinook salmon is a huge, precious salmon.

She swims along the bottom among small fish - pink salmon. As if a pig with piglets passes through the yard.

And after a few days, all this fish dumps back into the salt water. Only not in schools, not in herds, she swims, but scattered, each in its own way. Some - tail first, and some rolls along the bottom and rolls out onto the shore, like a rotten forest. All fish are barely alive, sick, "sleepy". She swept away the eggs and was exhausted.

And now, all over Kamchatka, other fishermen are operating. Some croaks, some quacks, some growls, some meows.

Wild fishermen are fishing.

I think I'll go into the forest, rest, and even look at the forest fishermen. Somehow they get the job done. And he went far, far from the village.

Good spring in the forest! Birch leaves open their sticky leaves, they stand transparent, as if not trees, but green smoke. Dense spruces and tall junipers darken among them.

The air is clean, light, smells of spruce resin, young leaves, rotten earth.

And the bird's chorus ... And the flute sings, and the trill crumbles, and the chasing, and whistling.

The sun is baking with might and main. And the shadow is still cold.

I went to the bank of the river, hid and immediately saw a fisherman.

Oh yes, a man-hero! Sparrow-sized. Its fish is thirty times larger.

This bare-legged Easter cake is fishing. Runs around the fish, fusses, fusses, bites. And the fish was thrown out of the water onto the shore - dead.

Sandpiper squeaks, mince feet.

Then two crows arrived. They frightened off the sandpiper, but they themselves do not touch the fish.

Apparently, they had already eaten their fill. As we sat down on the beach, we fell asleep. Sitting, nosed, eyes closed. Seagulls flew in, screaming, with din. They began to gut this fish. One head remained.

How well I chose the place!

There is a steep bend near the river, and everything that floats on top is thrown ashore by the water.

While I was here, three fish were washed ashore by the current.

I looked - a fox was descending from the other bank over the stones. Such a lousy one. Wool hangs in tufts on the sides - Lisa Patrikeevna is throwing off her winter fur coat.

She went down to the water, furtively grabbed the nearest fish and hid with her behind a stone.

Then she appeared again, licking her lips. And she stole the second fish.

Suddenly a barking, a howl, a squeal arose: the village dogs came running and rush off the cliff to the water, to the fox. Apparently, they smelled it from above. The fox along the shore, the shore upward - and into the forest. The dogs follow her.

And then the moon rose. Bright, bright, illuminated everything around: both the grass and the road. Suddenly we hear from a bush that is on the very road:

Fit-feast! Fit-feast!

She! - says Nikita.

And the quail is even louder:

Fit-feast! Time to sleep!

We went into the bushes - and immediately caught our quail.

She was all cold, wet with dew. We returned home with her, sealed the crack in the cage tightly and planted the quail back there. Nikita went to bed.

About rabbits

Once at the dacha Nikita ran to me and shouted:

Dad, give the rabbits back! Dad, give the rabbits back!

And I don’t understand which rabbits to give him. And I'm not going to give anyone away, and I have no rabbits.

What are you, Nikita, - I say, - what is the matter with you?

And Nikita is crying: give and give him the rabbits.

Then my mother came and told me everything. It turns out that the village guys brought two hares from the meadows: they caught them in the haymaking. And Nikita got it all mixed up. He should have said: "Take the rabbits," and he says: "Give the rabbits."

We took the rabbits, they began to live with us.

Well, they were nice bunnies! Such shaggy balls! Ears apart, brown eyes, large. And the paws are soft, soft - as if they are walking in felt boots.

We wanted to feed the rabbits. They gave them herbs - they don't eat. They poured milk into a saucer - and they don't drink milk ... Are you satisfied, or what?

And let them down to the floor - they do not allow anyone to step. They jump straight to their feet. They poke their muzzles into their boots and lick them ... They must be looking for a mother rabbit.

Apparently hungry, but they don't know how to eat. Suckers more.

Then Tomka, our dog, came into the room. I also wanted to look at the rabbits. They, poor things, jumped on Tomka, climb on him ... Tomka growled, snapped and ran away.

How can we feed the rabbits? After all, they, poor fellows, will die of hunger.

We thought, thought, and finally came up with. We went to look for a feline for them.

The cat was lying on a bench near a neighboring house, feeding her kittens. She is so colorful, painted, even her nose is multi-colored.

We dragged the cat to the rabbits, as it snorts at them, as it grumbles in a bass, it almost howls. Come on her!

We went to look for another wet nurse.

We see there is a cat on the heap, all black, with a white paw. The cat is purring, basking in the sun ... And when they took and put the rabbits on it, she immediately released all her claws and bristled. Also not good for a wet nurse! We took it back.

We began to look for the third cat.

Already found at the very end of the village. She looks so good, affectionate. Only this affectionate little one did not eat our hares. As I saw them, I pulled myself out of my hands, and how I would rush to the rabbits, like to mice.

We dragged her away by force and threw her out the door.

Probably, our rabbits would have died of hunger, if, fortunately, there was not one more cat - the fourth. She herself came to us. And I came because I was looking for kittens. Her kittens died, and she went all over the village and looked for them ... She is so red-haired, thin; we fed her, watered her and laid her on the windowsill and brought the rabbits to her. First one hare, then another.

Bunnies stuck their way up to her and immediately sucked, even smacked - they found milk!

And at first the cat twitched, became worried, and then began to lick them - and even purred a song.

So everything is all right.

For many days, the cat fed the rabbits.

Lies with them on the windowsill, and the people stop at the window, look:

That's a miracle, the cat feeds the rabbits!

Then the rabbits grew up, learned to eat grass themselves and fled into the forest. It is more free for them to live there.

And the cat got herself real kittens.

Magpie

Whom the forty sees - chirps.

What is bad - she's right there.

The bird's nest will notice - it will peck eggs, eat non-flying chicks.

And the beast is not sweet from the magpie: it does not allow the magpie to hide from enemies. He tells everyone where who is hiding. Shouts:

Here he is! "

The beast lurks from the magpie. And forty is not a step away from him. Where he is - there she is.

He chirps across the field - a magpie above him:

"I see you!

I see you!

Don't run - I'll catch up

Don't eat - I'll take it away! "

Here she is, forty!

The grouse walks in the meadow, protects the chickens.

And they are swarming, looking for food. We haven't learned to fly yet, haven't grown up yet.

The bigger one will offend them.

Saw the magpie thief prey. Hiding, jumping closer, closer.

Wants to have lunch.

Quoh! - shouted the grouse. -

The enemy is near! "

Looks, looks a magpie - does not see a single chicken. There is nobody!

There is no one to miss!

There is no one to swallow!

Angry:

“W-how is that!

How come!"

Then a grouse ran into her and drove away.

Drove away.

She returned, clucking:

There is no enemy close! "

They all crawled out, some from where: some from under a lump, some from a knot, some from a hole, some from a tubercle. A whole hemp company.

The forty flew away from the grouse, cleaned up. And looks again - listens. Who is coming? Where is there no food? Can't you take something away from someone?

The bear barks. The bears do not listen to her. They indulge in. One hits a puddle with his paws - the spray is flying. Mishka likes it. Another climbed onto the viburnum, swinging like on a swing.

The magpie is right there and shouts:

What are you doing?"

Immediately, the bear fell silent.

And the bears were scared. They are stupid, but they understand: while the bear was growling, growling, there was no enemy. You could indulge in. And when she stopped talking, it meant that she had to hide.

The bear - from the puddle, the bear - from the Kalinka, and galloped into the thicket, where it was thicker, until the magpie untied them.

The wolf brought food to the wolf cubs.

Everyone pulled food to him.

Grumble, growl.

And the forty from above will shout:

"I see everything!

Wolves scatter, who where.

And the she-wolf does not hide from the magpie. The magpie chirps above her; does not understand the magpie that the she-wolf is not hiding on purpose. It takes her away from the cubs.

In the meantime, the wolf cubs returned, ate their prey, and left nothing to the magpie.

The lynx crawls towards the partridges. And they peck, feed, do not notice anything.

Forty flew to them. She wonders what these chickens bite. Someone stirred in the bushes.

The magpie flew up on the tree and sees - an animal creeps up to the partridges.

I see you! Here he is! "

The chickens heard it and climbed onto the wing. The lynx jumped, but did not grab anyone. The dog senses a goat's footprint, wants to find and catch goats. And the magpie is right there - chirping: “Here he is! Here it is!"

Have heard the wild goats magpie - and go! The dog chased them - did not catch up.

And the magpie listens again, looks out - is there any prey food?

Once I was sitting at my table and thinking.

Suddenly Nikita rides up to me on a bicycle. He drove up, looked at me and asked:

- Do you think dad? Yes? What do you think about? Probably about something interesting?

- About the interesting, - I say. - I want to write a book about you and me - for the guys. About how we live, how we live, how our cat fed the rabbits, how Tomka learned to swim. I'll write, and then I'll draw everyone: you, Nikita, and Tomka, and the bunnies - everyone, everyone. Just don't bother me - I'll start writing now.

And Nikita was delighted and shouts:

- I also want to write! I will help you!

- You’re still small, - I say, - you don’t know how!

- I can, - he says, - give me the paper.

Nikita climbed into a chair, took a pen, took paper and began to write with a pen on paper.

“Okay,” I say. - First write down the title of our first story. Write like this: "How Nikita taught a sparrow to fly."

Nikita stuck out his tongue and creaked with a pen.

- Well, who else to write about? - asks.

- Write this: "Like a horse rolled animals."

He wrote that too.

Now write: "How Nikita bit Tomka."

“Well, I don’t want to write about this,” says Nikita, “I accidentally bit him - I just wanted to show him how lions bite. No need to write about it!

- Okay, don't - don't, write something else.

Nikita wrote, wrote, creaked with a pen, creaked - he wrote everything. He got off his chair and said:

- So I helped you. On paper - read it!

He got on his bike and went to help his mother - she was sewing a button to his pants.

Well, read it yourself - maybe you will understand?

Nikita is a hunter

Nikita has a wooden tiger, a rubber crocodile and an elephant. The elephant is sewn from rags, and inside it has cotton wool.

And Nikita also has a string.

Nikita hid his tiger under the bed, the crocodile behind the chest of drawers, and the elephant under the table.

“Sit there,” he says. - Now I will hunt you!

And the string became a snake. He also lives under a chair, wriggles there.

- The hunt begins! - Nikita shouts.

He loaded his gun and crawled. Crawled, crawled and crawled over the tiger. And the tiger growls like a terrible voice:

"Rrrr-rrr-ry!"

And then he meowed like a cat:

"Meow meow!"

This, of course, was not the tiger growling and meowing, but Nikita himself.

- Boo! Bang bang! - Nikita shouted.

It was like a gun went off. The hunter killed the tiger and crawled on. Crawled, crawled and crawled on the wild elephant. An elephant is standing, its fangs put forward and blowing with its trunk, as if into a pipe:

“Tru! Trrrr-rrr-ruuuu! "

This, of course, Nikita trumpeted for him.

"Boom, bang, bang!"

It was Nikita who learned from his dad that crocodiles moo like a cow.

"Boom, bang, bang!" - the crocodile is killed.

"Boom, bang, bang!" - and the snake is ready.

Nikita shot everyone and shouts:

- What a hunter I am! I'm not afraid of anyone!

In the summer we arrived at the dacha and went for a walk.

- Why, Nikita, don't you take your gun with you? - I ask. “After all, you’re a hunter.

- Oh, that's right, I forgot! - says Nikita.

He ran home, found his gun under the bed, put it over his shoulder and walks next to me.

We are walking in a meadow among white daisies with yellow buttons in the middle.

Multicolored butterflies fly from flowers. Grasshoppers are jumping from us to the sides.

And suddenly we see a chemise. It is exactly the same as the Big Magpie - black and white, only the tail is shorter and the tail itself is smaller.

A magpie gallops from us on the grass, flaps its wings, but still does not know how to fly.

I rode up to a mountain ash bush and hid in it.

I look, Nikita the hunter on all fours has become - he is also hiding. Asks me in a whisper:

- Dad! Dad! May I shoot?

“Shoot, shoot,” I say. “Since you’re a hunter, you can.

And then Nikita crawled on the grass to the shirt.

He crawled for a long time with a gun in his hand. Got very close.

Here I took aim. And suddenly, as he screamed at the top of his throat:

- Boo! Bang bang!

And the magpie jumped out of the bush and screamed:

“Kreei! Kreeee! Kreei! "

Nikita immediately threw the gun to the ground - and to me. Runs, stumbles, falls.

I looked: the magpie was also running away - only in the other direction.

So they flee from each other: the magpie - into the forest, and Nikita - from the magpie from the forest.

- What are you, hunter? Why are you scared?

- But how! - says Nikita. - Why is she, stupid, screaming herself!

Sparrow

Nikita and dad went for a walk. He walked, walked and suddenly hears someone chirping:

- Chilik-chilik! Chilik-chilik! Chilik-chilik!

And Nikita sees that this is a little sparrow jumping along the road. Such a crumpled one, just like a ball rolling. Its tail is short, its beak is yellow, and it does not fly away anywhere. Apparently, he still does not know how.

- Look, papa, - Nikita shouted, - the sparrow is not a real one!

And dad says:

- No, this is a real sparrow, but only a small one. It must have been a chick that fell out of its nest.

Then Nikita ran to catch the sparrow and caught it.

And this sparrow began to live in our house in a cage, and Nikita fed him flies, worms and a roll of milk.

Here is Nikita's sparrow. She screams all the time - she asks for food. What a glutton! A little in the morning the sun will appear - he will chirp and wake everyone up.

Then Nikita said:

“I’ll teach him to fly and release him.

He took the sparrow out of the cage, put it on the floor and began to teach.

“You flap your wings like that,” Nikita said and showed with his hands how to fly.

And the sparrow galloped off under the chest of drawers.

We fed the sparrow for another day. Again Nikita put him on the floor to teach him to fly.

Nikita waved his hands, and the sparrow flapped its wings. The sparrow has flown!

So he flew over the pencil.

Here it flew over a red fire engine. And as he began to fly over an inanimate toy cat, bumped into it and fell.

“You’re still flying badly,” Nikita tells him. - Let me feed you for another day.

He fed, fed, and the next day the sparrow flew over Nikitin's bench.

I flew over the chair.

I flew over the table with a jug.

Only he could not fly over the chest of drawers - he fell down.

Apparently, we still need to feed him.

The next day Nikita took the sparrow with him to the garden, and there he released it.

The sparrow flew over the brick.

I flew over the stump.

And he began to fly over the fence, but bumped against it and fell.

And the next day he flew over the fence.

And flew over the tree.

And flew over the house.

And completely flew away from Nikita.

That's how great I learned to fly!

Quail

We had a hand quail in our cage. Such a little wild chicken. All brown, with light stripes. And on her throat she has a bib made of feathers, like a child's slobber.

The quail walks around the cage and whistles softly - like this:

- Türr-türr! turr-turr!

Otherwise, he will lie down on the barrel and bathe in the sand, like a real chicken, peel feathers, flap his wings. We will show her a worm, she will come up and peck from her hands.

We even took her in our arms, like a toy.

She sits on her palm and does not fly away. Completely manual.

But the most surprising thing is this. As soon as we turn on the electricity in the evening, the quail immediately begins to whistle - to shout:

- Fit-feast! Fit-feast!

- What is she saying? - asks Nikita.

- She's the one who puts you to bed. You hear, shouts: “It's time to sleep! Time to sleep!"

Nikita listened - it really looks like:

- Fit-feast! Time to sleep! Fit-feast! Time to sleep!

And Nikita really needs to go to bed. But it’s hard to lay it down.

- It's too early! - says Nikita.

Quail again:

- Time to sleep!

- I don’t want to!

- Time to sleep!

- Well, I'll play a little more!

Here is how the quail shouts, which can no longer be tolerated:

- Time to sleep! Time to sleep! Time to sleep!

- Yes, I'm washing myself!

- Time to sleep! Time to sleep!

- Yes, I'm already taking off my pants!

- Time to sleep! Time to sleep!

- Why are you shouting, stupid? After all, I have already gone to bed.

They put out the light in the house - here the quail will be silent, and Nikita will fall asleep.

This is how it was with us.

The quail began to put Nikita to bed.

Slightly she whistles her "fit-piru", Nikita starts yawning. Yawns, yawns, and then wash, undress and go to bed.

True, the quail not only in the evenings, but also at other times shouted “it's time to sleep,” but I will immediately throw some kind of towel or handkerchief over the cage, and she will shut up.

In the dark, quails do not like to scream.

In the summer we moved to live in a dacha.

In the garden, they arranged a large cage-fence for the quail. They planted her there and went into the field to pick flowers for housewarming. And there was a gap in the cage, and the quail ran away. We came back, but she is not.

That was a pity for us!

We began to look for her. We are looking all day, all evening. We dig in the grass, pushing the bushes apart. There is no and there is no our quail.

We are tired, exhausted. It is high time for Nikita to sleep.

- How am I going to sleep? He cries. - Nobody puts me to bed.

And then the moon rose. Bright, bright, illuminated everything around: both the grass and the road. Suddenly we hear from a bush that is on the very road:

- Fit-feast! Fit-feast!

- She! - says Nikita.

And the quail is even louder:

- Fit-feast! Time to sleep!

We went into the bushes - and immediately caught our quail.

She was all cold, wet with dew. We returned home with her, sealed the crack in the cage tightly and planted the quail back there. Nikita went to bed.

Grouse

I noticed a glade with mushrooms in the forest a long time ago. They are scattered there in the grass like yellow buttons. They are so small that they can crawl through the neck of the bottle. Salting them is very good.

We took a basket - I'm big, and Nikita is small - and went into the forest.

And Tomka ran with us.

We didn’t even reach the clearing with saffron milk caps, when Tomka started spinning, spinning in one place near the tree, - he began to sniff. And suddenly, quite close to us, someone loudly flapped their wings.

We looked behind the bush, and there some amazing hen was walking, walking and looking at us. Such a motley one, shaggy paws, and on her head a black crest - it will rise with a cap, then lie down.

- Who is this? - asks Nikita.

- Hush, hush, - I tell him, - do not frighten, this is a hazel grouse.

Suddenly the chicken crawled along the ground like a mouse, then stood up in a column, stretched out its neck and flapped its wings even louder. She patted, patted, ruffled all over, as if she were sick, and galloped off to the side.

- That's a show! Why is she so? - asks Nikita.

“She’s the one who’s cunning,” I say. “She takes our Tomka away from the chickens.

And when Tomka saw the hazel grouse, he immediately rushed after her.

The hazel grouse limps, flies up, barely runs, as if she were completely sick. Pretending.

And Tomka is happy: he squeals, barks, is about to catch up with the hazel grouse, just about to grab her by the tail! Silly Tomka.

The hazel grouse took him far, far away and then, apparently, sat on a tree. We hear: Tomka barks in one place.

Here I say:

- Come on, Nikita, let's look for chickens with you. The hazel grouse from here deliberately took Tomka away - it means that the hazel grouse were hiding somewhere here.

We lifted a rotten spruce branch from the ground, we see: some kind of toadstool mushroom sticks out on a thin leg. And under the toadstool the hazel grouse sits. He hid and closed his eyes.

I grabbed him with my hand - and caught it. Ready! Gotcha, little one!

And, here he is! Just like a real chicken. Only smaller, but all striped and spotted. This is to make it easier to hide.

It is also downy, and there are feathers on the wings, which means that it is already flying.

I let Nikita hold the hazel grouse.

- What are we going to do with him? - I ask. - Shall we take it home or leave the hazel grouse? Perhaps he will die at our house without a mother.

- Let's give it to the hazel grouse, - says Nikita.

And so we did.

I unclenched my hand. And the hazel grouse sits in my palm and does not move, he is very afraid.

Then I pushed him a little, and he flew.

He flew five steps, sat down on the ground and disappeared from his eyes - either he stuck himself into a hole, or climbed under some leaf, or simply pressed himself to the ground.

Well, these grouse are cleverly hiding!

Nikita and I filled up baskets of saffron milk caps and came home.

But Tomka stayed in the forest. The grouse deceived him, stupid, for a long, long time, she drove from tree to tree.

The tale that Nikita himself told

So I caught a frog, put it in a jar. I fed her, fed her, fed her ...

I fed it with worms, fed a big, big one. And then he made her a house with a stove so that smoke came from the chimney.

Here I come in the morning to feed the frog, and the frog has turned into a fire engine. So I fed him, fed him ...

- Kerosene. Cars drink kerosene. He fed, fed ... And the fire engine turned into a wild boar.

I fed him, fed him, fed him ...

- Carrots. He turned into geese-swans.

I fed them, fed them with seeds, they turned into a tiger.

- And what did you feed him?

- I didn't feed him. I was aiming at him with a cannon and how bang! .. And I shot him.

Nikita the doctor

Nikita Tomke says:

- Well, Tomka, now I will treat you.

Nikita put on a dressing gown from a sheet, put his glasses on his nose and took a doctor's pipe for listening - a toy pipe. Then he went out the door and knocked - it was the doctor who had come. Then he wiped himself off with a towel - it was the doctor who washed his hands.

Bowed to the puppy Tomka and said:

- Hello Young man! You are ill, I see. What hurts you?

And Tomka, of course, doesn't answer, just wags his tail - he can't speak.

- Lie down, young man, - says Dr. Nikita, - I will listen to you.

The doctor turned Tomka upside down, put a pipe to his stomach and listens. And Tomka grab his ear!

- What are you biting! - Nikita shouted. - After all, I'm a doctor!

The doctor got angry. He grabbed Tomka by the paw and thrust a thermometer-pencil under his arm.

And Tomka doesn't want to measure the temperature. Flounders. Then the doctor says to the patient:

- Now you open your mouth and say: ah-ah. And stick out your tongue.

I wanted to look at the language. But Tomka squeals and does not stick out his tongue.

“I’ll prescribe medicine for you,” says Dr. Nikita, “and teach you how to brush your teeth. I see that you, young man, slob, do not like brushing your teeth.

Nikita took his toothbrush and began to brush Tomka's teeth.

And Tomka will grab a brush with his teeth! Took himself out of the doctor's hands, took the brush away and chewed it into small pieces.

- You are stupid, Tomka! - Nikita shouts. - This is not how they play!

Tomka never learned to play sick.

Cat

A strange cat began to frighten our birds - siskins, goldfinches, canaries, bullfinches. We had a lot of them. They sing well, and Nikita and I always kept them. The cat will sneak along the balcony to our window, jump onto the cornice and look through the glass at the birds. And the birds are worried, rushing to the cage.

So Nikita says to Tomka:

- Let's go with you to scare someone else's cat.

- Bow-wow! - So, he understands what a "cat" is!

They went together to the window and stood side by side.

And someone else's cat sits outside the window, not taking his eyes off the birds. Nikita waved his hands, shouting:

- Go away!

And Tomka whined, barked, scratching the glass with his paws. And the cat does not think to leave. Her forehead furrowed, her ears pressed, her mustache was spread. Has become feisty, contemptuous - has become more terrible than a tiger.

Nikita chickened out a little, calling me:

- Dad, dad, what is it! We shout, we shout, and she looks at us and is not afraid.

“That’s why he’s not afraid that you cannot be heard through the glass,” I say to Nikita. - You do not scream her, but somehow scare her.

“Okay,” Nikita says.

They again went with Tomka to the window. Nikita spread his fingers, wrinkled his eyebrows, made a terrible, terrifying face. Tomka also bared his teeth. Then the cat arched its back, fluffed its tail like a brush and wrinkled itself so that its eyes became clicks. It is not audible, but evident that she hisses terribly at Nikita and Tomka.

So all three look at each other.

So they scare each other.

She scares them.

They scare her.

Suddenly the cat shrank somehow, backed away, and somersaults! From the cornice to the balcony.

They scared the cat after all.

How a horse rolled animals

Nikita was presented with a wooden horse. The horse is all white, covered in gray apples. Her eyes are glass, and her mane and tail are real - made of horse hair.

They also gave Nikita a cart.

That's the cart!

The wheels are red, the shafts are gold, the seat is soft, with springs.

Nikita began to harness the horse.

I put it in shafts, tied an arc with bells and bells. And as soon as he harnessed it - as the horse stomps with its hooves, as it breaks out of Nikita's hands - and ran across the floor. I ran under the table, under the chair, under the sofa, and then jumped out from under the couch - and march into the corridor! The entire dark corridor galloped and rushed down the stairs. He jumps from step to step, and the cart jumps from behind.

The horse ran out into the street, jingled bells. People are surprised, they shout:

- Look! Look! The wooden horse runs, the wooden cart is lucky!

Dogs came running, barking. Sparrows run to the side, cats climb the fence - they are afraid.

Here the horse ran through the whole city - to where the fields and vegetable gardens begin. The horse rushes through the fields, wags its tail. He sees: hares in the garden are eating cabbage, they are leading them with their long ears.

A horse came up to them and asked:

- Do you want bunnies to go for a ride?

- We want, we want! - say the hares.

Jump, jump in, cart - and sat down.

The horse waved its tail, shook its mane - and rushed along the path.

She ran, ran, and then asks:

- Well, bunnies, is it good for you to skate?

Nobody is answering.

The horse looked, and the cart was empty.

Where are the hares? Where have you gone?

And the hares are playing in the clearing, jumping over each other.

- It's boring for us to sit in your cart! - the hares shout. - It's more fun for us to jump through stumps and bumps.

A horse runs along the path, again carrying an empty cart. Suddenly he hears - someone in the bushes sniffs and grunts.

- Hey! Who sniffs there? The horse asks. - Get out! I'll give you a ride!

- Wait, I'll get out now, - someone answers her.

And then a hedgehog crawls out of the bushes - round, prickly, all in needles.

He sniffed, grunted, and then climbed into the cart - and curled up into a ball.

Glad horse - there is someone to tinker with!

She runs and runs, now to the right, then to the left, and in the cart the hedgehog rolls from corner to corner.

I rolled and rolled and rolled out of the cart onto the road.

The horse looked around - what is it?

The hedgehog is lost.

The horse is again carrying an empty cart.

He sees: a bear by the road is picking raspberries from the bushes.

Fat, fat bear.

- Would you like to go for a ride, Mikhailo Ivanovich? The horse asks.

“Okay,” the bear replies. - Here is a volume of raspberry bush and I'll go.

The bear smacked, sucked his paws and climbed into the cart - the cart crackled under him. The horse pulled hard - barely moved the cart.

He tries with all his might, is lucky, puffs.

I dragged the bear up the hill, and already down the hill the cart itself rolled.

The wheels on the pebbles bounce, the bear in the cart shakes, the bear in the cart barks.

And when he shook him harder - he fell out. Sits on the road, rubs his nose with his paws.

- I will not ride anymore, - roars. - I'll walk on my own four.

And he went into the forest.

It's boring for a horse: no one wants to ride anymore. She went home. He approaches the house, and Nikita sits on the porch on the bottom step and ties a string to a stick - he makes a whip.

Nikita saw a horse and shouted:

- Where did you go from home? I want to ride!

The horse was delighted.

Sit down, Nikita, sit down, - he says, - just don't whip me too much with a whip.

Nikita sat in the cart, pulled on the reins, and as he shouted:

- N-n-n-ooo! Go!

Wow, the horse rushed!

Nikita pulls the right reins - she runs to the right, pulls the left - she turns to the left.

They drove past the vegetable gardens, scared the hares, swept past the bushes, where the hedgehog was hiding, galloped through the forest where the bear had gone.

We drove past the lake - there Nikita got drunk.

We drove across the field - there Nikita caught a beetle.

We drove through the forest - there Nikita picked a strawberry.

We drove and drove and turned home. They drove up to the porch and stopped.

- Tprrr-rrr-rr-ruuuu! Have arrived!

Nikita put the horse back in the corner under the bed, where she used to stand, she cut paper hay for her.

- Eat, - he says, - a horse. You ran a lot today!

But in fact, the horse did not run anywhere - it was Nikitushka and I that played that way.

About rabbits

Once at the dacha Nikita ran to me and shouted:

- Dad, give the rabbits! Dad, give the rabbits back!

And I don’t understand which rabbits to give him. And I'm not going to give anyone away, and I have no rabbits.

- What are you, Nikita, - I say, - what's the matter with you?

And Nikita is crying: give and give him the rabbits.

Then my mother came and told me everything. It turns out that the village guys brought two hares from the meadows: they caught them in the haymaking. And Nikita got it all mixed up. He should have said: "Take the rabbits," and he says: "Give the rabbits."

We took the rabbits, they began to live with us.

Well, they were nice bunnies! Such shaggy balls! Ears apart, brown eyes, large. And the paws are soft, soft - as if they are walking in felt boots.

We wanted to feed the rabbits. They gave them herbs - they don't eat. They poured milk into a saucer - and they don't drink milk ... Are you full, or what?

And let them down to the floor - they do not allow anyone to step. They jump straight to their feet. They poke their muzzles into their boots and lick them ... They must be looking for a mother rabbit.

Apparently hungry, but they don't know how to eat. Suckers more.

Then Tomka, our dog, came into the room. I also wanted to look at the rabbits. They, poor things, ran into Tomka, climb on him ... Tomka growled, snapped and ran away.

How can we feed the rabbits? After all, they, poor fellows, will die of hunger.

We thought, thought, and finally came up with. We went to look for a feline for them.

The cat was lying on a bench near a neighboring house, feeding her kittens. She is so colorful, painted, even her nose is multi-colored.

We dragged the cat to the rabbits, as it snorts at them, as it grumbles in a bass, it almost howls. Come on her!

We went to look for another wet nurse.

We see there is a cat on the heap, all black, with a white paw. The cat is purring, basking in the sun ... And when they took and put the rabbits on it, it immediately released all its claws and bristled. Also not good for a wet nurse! We took it back.

We began to look for the third cat.

Already found at the very end of the village. She looks so good, affectionate. Only this affectionate little one did not eat our hares. As I saw them, I pulled myself out of my hands, and how I would rush to the rabbits, like to mice.

We dragged her away by force and threw her out the door.

Probably, our rabbits would have died of hunger, if, fortunately, there was not one more cat - the fourth. She herself came to us. And I came because I was looking for kittens. Her kittens died, and she went all over the village and looked for them ... She was so red-haired, thin; we fed her, watered her and laid her on the windowsill and brought the rabbits to her. First one hare, then another.

Bunnies stuck their way up to her and immediately sucked, even smacked - they found milk!

And at first the cat twitched, became worried, and then began to lick them - and even purred a song.

So everything is all right.

For many days, the cat fed the rabbits.

Lies with them on the windowsill, and the people stop at the window, look:

- That's a miracle, the cat feeds the hares!

Then the rabbits grew up, learned to eat grass themselves and fled into the forest. It is more free for them to live there.

And the cat got herself real kittens.

Airplanes behind the roofs

Our room has three windows.

If you look at one thing, you will see the neighbor's balcony. Sparrows always flock there after dinner. Neighbors put leftovers of food in a bowl every day.

If you look through another window, you will see the street. Red trams run down the street, they ring, black cars dart around, blue buses roll, and people walk along the sidewalks and across the street.

And the third window is the most interesting. There are roofs, roofs and pipes.

One large factory chimney with thick smoke, and there and then airplanes.

The planes seem very small. They fly between the pipes: now they fall over the roofs, then they rise high into the sky.

In bad weather, when the clouds are rushing low, the planes seem to play hide and seek.

They fly - they fly, they fly into the very cloud - and disappear from our eyes.

And then they will emerge again, but already somewhere else.

And in good weather the planes do not just fly: they tumble in the sky, then rise upward with a propeller, then fall downward.

Nikita says about them:

- They live there behind a big pipe, and fly into the sky for a walk.

Nikita loves to look through this window very much. He will press his nose against the glass and stand for so long, long time. His nose will even turn white.

- Hey, Nikita, don't push the glass with your nose! Look, you will have a cake.

Nikita will move away from the glass, and then forget and again bury his nose in it.

And then May Day came.

Nikita and I opened all the windows in the room, dressed ourselves warmly and sat by the window.

It was too early for us to go to the parade. We had to leave later.

As soon as we sat down by the window, Nikita shouted:

- Look look!

I looked and saw the planes.

There were many, many. They gathered like a cloud behind the factory chimney. Just like the pushers - mosquitoes gather in summer evenings by some bush.

And suddenly all this heap of mosquitoes flew straight to us.

It flies closer and closer and spreads wider and wider over the rooftops. Now you can hear how it buzzes.

It buzzes great, like bumblebees.

Here the airplanes have grown, there are more swallows, and they are not buzzing now, but buzzing in bass.

From the very left edge of the sky to the very right, everything around was humming.

Airplanes have already become like ducks.

Already like cranes ...

And then they rumbled across the sky, roared like lions in a zoo.

As they swooped down, it became dark on the street from them. They fly low - over the very house, glass rattles throughout our house.

Nikita pressed close to me, covered himself with the hollow of my jacket, and he himself looked out the window with one eye.

Then, when all the planes flew over us and stopped honking, Nikita looked out and said:

- Oh, dad! How scary. After all, I thought they were small, and they are so great! And how they thunder! ..

“It’s very good, that’s scary,” I say, “let all enemies be afraid of our aircraft. And you, Nikita, do not be afraid. After all, airplanes fly so that all little boys and little girls live peacefully and happily in our country.

Heron

When you paint animals in a zoo, then you see much more.

This is probably because animals stop noticing a motionless person and go about their business. My son Nikita and I went to the zoo to draw animals. First we approached the swans. The largest of them fell asleep, standing on one leg - you can't tell right away where his head is, where his tail is, as if it were not a bird, but a huge white sack on a black stick. Nikita drew it:

- Do you see how he laid his long neck on his side and back, and stuck his head behind the wing?

Then we saw a swan on the water. He was swimming in a strange way - with his leg twisted. We decided: sick, then. But it turns out that he is not at all sick: it is he who enjoys so much.

Lies in the water. Raises one leg, and rowing the other. Then it will roll over to the other side, stick out the other leg and expose it to the sun and breeze.

Near the lake, where swans and ducks swam, in a huge cage - black grouse, capercaillie, pheasant and partridges: our northern and southern - mountain ones, are called chukots. Such round wild hens with a bright red beak. Their beak glows red, as if a bird keeps a mountain ash all the time and cannot swallow it.

And the pheasant is rude. Feathers are changing. It can be seen that the bird is having a hard time at this time.

She's not feeling well. The pheasant rests his head in the corner and stands. Drawing, however, is convenient: he does not move at all.

Nikita made five whole sketches from it. And then he broke off a long twig from the poplar that grew nearby, pushed it through the metal mesh and piled several painted pheasant feathers towards him. With two splinters he grabbed it and pulled it out. That's right - very beautiful feathers. And one of the tail is long-long and everything is in transverse stripes.

We stood and admired ... One partridge began to swim. She lay down on her side and flounders in the sand, flutters - just like a domestic chicken. Nikita drew it - here it is.

At the end we came to the heron. She is in the same cage with the cranes.

The cranes are walking all the time; they have lush, kind of curly, black tails made of soft long feathers.

The back of the head is crimson, they are gray. Very nice birds, so solid, big, beautiful. Even their gait is important.

And the heron stands like a statue. Some kind of hunchbacked, furry. She folded her long neck like a folding arshin, her head seemed to be pulled between her shoulders - only a long beak, like a lance, sticks out. And the heron's eye is not even a bird's, but a fish's: without expression, motionless and as if even flat. And this scarecrow stands on one leg, does not move.

Here Nikita draws, and I light a cigarette. And ... then everything happened at once. A sparrow climbed through the mesh ceiling and descends to the feeder. And just near the heron flies. And as if a white snake flashed in the air. It was the heron's longest neck that straightened, and the sparrow screamed terribly, desperately: the heron grabbed it in flight with its beak, like forceps.

I rushed to the cage, Nikita too. Both began to shout.

All the birds in the open-air cage rushed about ... The heron dashed off and released the sparrow, and he, the fool, galloped along the ground like a mouse. Quickly, quickly galloped off to the dark side, to the corner - and the yurk into the rat hole. But the hole turned out to be through - only through a thick board. He flew out of the cage.

- Now I know, - says Nikita, - what it is - a heron! This is a predator, and what a predator! That's how I imagine it. There is such a bird in the reeds like a scarecrow. He does not move, moves his frog eye. Moorhen Bunting has arrived. She sat on a reed nearby - one! - and fell into her beak. Perch flock swam closer. Once! - and no perch!

What a bird! It is not for nothing that she looks kind of disgusting.

- Draw, - I say, - Nikita, how she catches a sparrow, it's interesting!

“No way,” he says, “I won’t, I don’t even want to remember.

Interesting stories of Evgeny Charushin about animals, about birds. Stories about an intelligent raven, about a wolf cub, about a devoted bulldog.

Stories for extracurricular reading in grades 1-4.

Evgeny Charushin. Volchishko

A wolf lived in the forest with his mother.

Once my mother went hunting.

And the wolf was caught by a man, put it in a sack and brought it to the city. I put the bag in the middle of the room.

The bag did not move for a long time. Then a wolf floundered in it and got out. He looked in one direction - he was frightened: a man was sitting, looking at him.

I looked in the other direction - the black cat was snorting, puffing, itself twice as thick, barely standing. And next to it the dog bares its teeth.

The wolf was completely afraid. He climbed back into the bag, but did not fit in - the empty bag lay on the floor like a rag.

And the cat puffed up, puffed up and how it hisses! He jumped onto the table, knocked down the saucer. The saucer broke.

The dog barked.

The man shouted loudly, “Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

The little wolf huddled under the chair and began to live and tremble there.

There is an armchair in the middle of the room.

The cat looks down from the back of the chair.

The dog runs around the chair.

A man in a chair sits - smokes.

And the wolf is barely alive under the chair.

At night the man fell asleep, and the dog fell asleep, and the cat closed his eyes.

Cats - they do not sleep, they only doze.

The wolf got out to look around.

He walked, walked, smelled, and then sat down and howled.

The dog barked.

The cat jumped on the table.

The man sat on the bed. He waved his hands and screamed. And the wolf again climbed under the chair. I began to live there quietly.

In the morning the man left. Poured milk into a bowl. The cat and the dog began to lap milk.

A wolf climbed out from under the chair, crawled to the door, and the door was open!

From the door to the stairs, from the stairs to the street, from the street across the bridge, from the bridge to the garden, from the garden to the field.

And behind the field there is a forest.

And in the forest there is a mother-wolf.

And now the wolf has become the wolf.

Evgeny Charushin. Yashka

I walked around the zoo, got tired and sat down to rest on a bench. In front of me was a cage of an aviary, in which two large black crows lived - a raven and a female raven. I sat, rested and smoked. And suddenly one raven jumped up to the grate itself, looked at me and said in a human voice:

- Give Yasha some peas!

At first I was even scared and confused.

- What, - I say, - what do you want?

- Peas! Peas! Cried the raven again. - Give Yasha some peas!

I didn't have any peas in my pocket, but only a whole cake wrapped in paper, and a brand new, shiny penny. I threw him a penny through the bars. Yasha took the money with his thick beak, galloped off to the corner with it and thrust it into some kind of slot. I gave him a cake too. Yasha first fed the crow with a cake, and then ate his own half.

What an interesting and intelligent bird! And I thought that only parrots can pronounce human words. And there, in the zoo, I learned that you can teach a magpie, a crow, a jackdaw, and even a little starling to speak.

They are taught to speak like this.

It is necessary to put the bird in a small cage and be sure to cover it with a handkerchief so that the bird does not have fun. And then, slowly, in an even voice, repeat the same phrase - twenty times, or even thirty. After the lesson, you need to treat the bird with something tasty and release it into a large cage, where it always lives. That's all the wisdom.

This raven Yasha was taught to speak like that. And on the twentieth day of the teaching, as soon as he was put in a small cage and covered with a handkerchief, he said hoarsely from under the handkerchief in a human way: “Give Yasha some peas! Give Yasha some peas! " Then they gave him peas. - Eat, Yashenka, to your health.

It must be very interesting to keep such a talking bird. Perhaps I'll buy myself a magpie or jackdaw and teach her to speak.

Evgeny Charushin. Faithful troy

My friend and I agreed to go skiing. I went for him in the morning. He lives in a big house - on Pestel Street.

I went into the yard. And he saw me from the window and waves his hand from the fourth floor.

- Wait, they say, I'll go out now.

So I'm waiting in the yard, at the door. Suddenly, from above, someone as if thundered up the stairs.

Knock! Thunder! Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta! Something wooden knocks and cracks on the steps, like some kind of rattle.

"Is it possible, - I think, - this is my friend with skis and with poles fell off, counting the steps?"

I went closer to the door. What's rolling down the stairs? I'm waiting.

And then I looked: a spotted dog, a bulldog, was driving out of the door. Bulldog on wheels.

His body is strapped to a toy car - such a truck, "gazik".

And the bulldog steps on the ground with its front paws - it runs and rolls itself.

The muzzle is snub-nosed, wrinkled. Feet are thick, widely spaced. He drove out of the door, looked angrily around. And then the ginger cat was crossing the yard. As a bulldog rushes after the cat - only the wheels bounce on stones and ice. He drove the cat into the basement window, and he himself drives around the yard - sniffs the corners.

Then I pulled out a pencil and a notebook, sat down on the step and started drawing it.

My friend came out with skis, saw that I was drawing a dog, and said:

- Draw it, draw, - this is not an ordinary dog. He became his cripple because of his courage.

- How so? - I ask.

My bulldog buddy stroked the folds on the nape, gave him candy in the teeth and said to me:

- Come on, I'll tell you the whole story on the way. A wonderful story, you just won't believe it.

- So, - said the friend, when we left the gate, - listen.

His name is Troy. In our opinion, this means - faithful.

And they called him that correctly.

Once we all left for the service. In our apartment, everyone serves: one as a teacher at school, the other as a telegraph operator at the post office, wives also serve, and children study. Well, we all left, and Troy was left alone - to guard the apartment.

I tracked down some thief-thief that an empty apartment remained with us, turned the lock out of the door and let's run our house.

He had a huge bag with him. He grabs everything that is horrible and puts it into the bag, grabs it and shoves it. My gun got into the bag, new boots, teacher's watch, Zeiss binoculars, children's boots.

About six jackets, and service jackets, and all kinds of jackets, he pulled on himself: there was no room in the bag, it seemed, there was.

And Troy is lying by the stove, silent - the thief does not see him.

Troy has such a habit: he will let anyone in, but let him out - he will not.

Well, the thief robbed us all clean. I took the most expensive, the best. It's time for him to leave. He pushed to the door ...

And Troy stands in the doorway.

Stands and is silent.

And what about Troy's face?

And looking for a heap!

Troy stands there, frowning, his eyes are bloodshot, and a fang sticks out of his mouth.

The thief was rooted to the floor. Try to get away!

And Troy grinned, huddled and began to advance sideways.

Quietly approaching. He always so intimidates the enemy - whether it is a dog or a person.

The thief, apparently from fear, was completely stunned, to rush to

to no avail, and Troy jumped on his back and bit all six jackets on him at once.

Do you know how bulldogs grab with a stranglehold?

Their eyes will be closed, their jaws will be slammed shut, and they will not unclench their teeth, even kill them here.

A thief rushes about, rubs his back against the walls. He throws flowers in pots, vases, books off the shelves. Nothing helps. Troy hangs on it like a weight.

Well, the thief finally guessed, he somehow got out of his six jackets and all this sack together with the bulldog once outside the window!

This is from the fourth floor!

The bulldog flew headfirst into the yard.

Slime sprinkled to the sides, rotten potatoes, herring heads, all sorts of rubbish.

Troy pleased with all our jackets right into the garbage pit. Our garbage dump was filled up to the brim that day.

After all, that's what happiness! If he blurted out against the stones, he would have broken all the bones and would not have uttered a sound. Immediately he would die.

And here, as if someone had framed him a trash heap on purpose - it’s still easier to fall.

Troy emerged from the trash heap, scrambled out - as if whole at all. And just think, he still managed to intercept the thief on the stairs.

Again grabbed him, in the leg this time.

Then the thief himself betrayed himself, yelled, howled.

The tenants ran to howl from all apartments, and from the third, and from the fifth, and from the sixth floors, from all the back stairs.

- Keep the dog. Oh-oh-oh! I'll go to the police myself. Tear off only the damn thing.

Easy to say - tear it off.

Two people were pulling the bulldog, and he just waved his stump-tail and clamped his jaw even tighter.

The tenants from the first floor brought a poker, thrust Troy between the teeth. It was only in this manner that his jaws were unclenched.

The thief went out into the street - pale, disheveled. Shaking all over, holding on to the policeman.

- Well, the dog, - he says. - Well, the dog!

The thief was taken to the police. There he told how it was.

I come in the evening from the service. I see the lock in the door is turned. In the apartment there is a bag of our goods lying around.

And in the corner, in his place, Troy lies. All dirty, smelly.

Animal stories for junior schoolchildren... Hare paws