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In a village near the city of Pereyaslavl-Zalessky, two children were orphaned. Their mother died of an illness, and their father died during the Great Patriotic War- so Mitrasha and Nastya were left alone. They lived very friendly and, like adults, ran their own household. Nastya, imitating her mother, got up early in the morning and did all the housework. And Mitrasha, having learned from his father to make wooden utensils, supplied all the neighbors with it. Neighbors also helped the children in any way they could.

Once Nastya and Mitrasha gathered in the forest for cranberries. They knew that the sweetest cranberry appears in the forest in spring - it hibernates under the snow, and as soon as the snow melts, you can pick up a lot of it in the clearings, which are the real pantries of the sun. So the children went to the forest in April. They remembered the Palestinian, where there are so many cranberries that you can collect it without leaving your place. They walked together along the path in the forest until they came across a fork. Here Nastya went along a good path, along which many people had already passed, and Mitrasha turned onto a barely visible path, as he was guided by a compass. Mitrasha generally gathered in the forest, taking with him everything he needed - it was not for nothing that people called him “a peasant in a bag”. He also had a hunting rifle with him.

And in the forest at the old forester's lodge lived the dog Travka. The forester Antipych died, and Travka was left alone. It was sad for her to be alone in the forest, from which she howled often. Heard the howling Grass wolf Gray landowner. In fact, there used to be a lot of wolves in the forest, they even called a special brigade that was engaged in the destruction of animals. Only the hunters could not kill the Gray Landlord - this huge wolf was too cunning. The wolf went to the howl of Grass, smelling the prey. And he would have seized her if she had sang a little more. Only Grass saw a hare and chased after him.

And Mitrasha walked along a barely visible path, noticing that with each step his foot fell through, and water appeared in place of the trace. And Mitrasha also noticed that where a man stepped, white-beard grass grows. Mitrasha went on this grass. I just decided to turn off the path, because I saw that the path was bypassing one clear clearing, and reappearing immediately behind the clearing. Mitrasha decided that he needed to cross this clearing - so he shortens his path well. And it was Blind Yelan. Yelan is a real swamp, and in such clearings you can usually see water and marsh plants grow. And Blind Yelan was a terrible place, many people died here, as it looked like an ordinary forest glade. Mitrasha took a step, sank to the knee, twitched, and bogged down even more. Well, I guessed to grab the gun and throw it flat, and he held on to this gun.

Nastya, meanwhile, found a Palestinian woman with a lot of cranberries. And so she was carried away by picking berries that she forgot about everything in the world. Only when she saw the snake, Nastya screamed and remembered Mitrash. Heard this cry and Mitrasha, shouted in response, but the wind carried his cry to the side.

And Grass ran through the forest and smelled the trail of people. At the fork, the trail split into two. Grass ran along the trail that smelled of food and found Nastya. The girl sat with her head down. She looked at the dog and turned away. And Grass again smelled the hare and chased after him. She drove him straight to Blind Elani. And then she stopped in place, seeing a man. The man also saw her and called her name. Slowly the dog began to approach the man, and Mitrasha was afraid that she would rush to him from an excess of feelings and then they would drown together. When the dog was close, Mitrasha grabbed her by the hind legs, she jumped up in fright and pulled him out of the swamp. “Come to me, my seed” (this is the name Antipych gave her at first) - he called, and the dog rushed to him with a joyful squeal. Then she remembered the hare and drove him to the man who became her master. But exactly in the same place where the hunter was, the Gray Landowner hid, he jumped out from behind a bush, and Mitrasha, forgetting about the hare, shot at him point-blank. Soon, Nastya also ran to the sound of the shot.

And people in the village have already begun to worry - there have been no children for too long. They were about to go into the forest in search, and Mitrasha with Nastya and Travka came out of the forest to meet them. Mitrasha told them that he had killed the Gray Landlord. At first, adult hunters did not believe that the boy could kill such a hardened beast, and went into the forest, where they found the dead wolf.

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In almost every swamp lies untold wealth. All the blades of grass and blades of grass growing there are impregnated by the sun, saturating with its warmth and light. Dying, plants do not rot, as in the ground. The swamp carefully preserves them, accumulating mighty layers of peat, saturated with solar energy. Therefore, the swamp is called the "pantry of the sun." We, geologists, are looking for such pantries. This story took place at the end of the war, in a village near Bludov swamp, in the Pereslavl-Zalessky district.

A brother and sister lived in the house next to us. The twelve-year-old girl's name was Nastya, and her ten-year-old brother was Mitrasha. The children were recently orphaned - "their mother died of an illness, their father died in the Patriotic War." The children were very nice. “Nastya was like a golden hen on high legs” with a face strewn with golden freckles. Mitrasha was short, stocky, stubborn and strong. Neighbors called him "the little man in the pouch." At first they were helped by the whole village, and then the children themselves learned to manage the household and turned out to be very independent.

One spring, the children decided to go for cranberries. Usually this berry is harvested in autumn, but after lying in the winter under the snow, it becomes tastier and healthier. Mitrasha took his father's gun and compass, Nastya - a huge basket and food. Once, their father told them that in the Fornication swamp, near the Blind Elani, there is an untouched clearing strewn with berries. That's where the kids went.

They went out in the dark. The birds did not sing yet, only the howl of the Gray Landowner, the most terrible wolf in the district, was heard across the river. The children approached the fork when the sun had already risen. This is where they got into an argument. Mitrasha wanted to follow the compass to the north, as his father said, only the northern path was untrodden, barely noticeable. Nastya wanted to go on a thorny path. The children quarreled, and each turned to his own path.

In the meantime, Grass, the dog of the forester Antipych, woke up nearby. The forester died, and his faithful dog remained to live under the remains of the house. The grass was sad without a host. She howled, and this howl was heard by the Gray Landowner. In the hungry spring days he ate mainly dogs, and now he ran to the howl of Grass. However, the howling soon stopped - the dog chased the hare. During the chase, she smelled the smell of small people, one of whom was carrying bread. It was on this trail that Grass ran.

Meanwhile, the compass led Mitrasha straight to the Blind Elani. Here a barely noticeable path made a detour, and the boy decided to cut it straight. Ahead lay a flat and clean clearing. Mitrasha did not know that this was the disastrous swamp. The boy was more than halfway through when the elan began to suck him in. In an instant, he collapsed to the waist. Mitrasha could only lie down on the gun and freeze. Suddenly, the boy heard his sister calling to him. He responded, but the wind carried his cry to the other side, and Nastya did not hear.

All this time, the girl walked along the well-trodden path, which also led to the Blind Elani, only bypassing it. At the end of the trail, she stumbled upon that very cranberry place, and began to pick berries, forgetting about everything. She remembered her brother only in the evening - the food was left with her, and Mitrasha still goes hungry. Looking around, the girl saw Grass, which was brought to her by the smell of food. Nastya remembered Antipych's dog. From anxiety for her brother, the girl began to cry, and Grass tried to console her. She howled, and the Gray Landlord hurried to the sound. Suddenly, the dog again smelled the hare, rushed after him, jumped out onto the Blind Elan and saw another little man there.

Mitrashka, completely frozen in a cold quagmire. saw a dog. This was his last chance to be saved. With an affectionate voice, he beckoned Grass. When the light dog came very close, Mitrasha firmly grabbed it by the hind legs, and Grass pulled the boy out of the bog.

The boy was hungry. He decided to shoot a hare, which was driven out to him by a smart dog. He loaded his gun, prepared himself, and suddenly he saw a wolf's face very close by. Mitrash shot almost point-blank and ended the long life of the Gray Landowner. Nastya heard the shot. The brother and sister spent the night in the swamp, and in the morning they returned home with a heavy basket and a story about the wolf. Those who believed Mitrasha went to the elan and brought back the dead wolf. Since then, the boy has become a hero. By the end of the war, he was no longer called the "man in the pouch", so he grew up. Nastya reproached herself for a long time for her greed for cranberries and gave all the healthy berries to the children evacuated from Leningrad.

In one village, near Bludov swamp, near the city of Pereslavl-Zalessky, two children were orphaned. Their mother died of an illness, their father died in World War II. We lived in this village just one house away from our children. And, of course, we also, together with other neighbors, tried to help them in any way we could. They were very nice. Nastya was like a golden hen on high legs. Her hair, neither dark nor blond, shone with gold, the freckles all over her face were large, like gold coins, and frequent, and they were crowded, and they climbed in all directions. Only one nose was clean and looked up like a parrot. Mitrasha was two years younger than his sister. He was only ten years old with a ponytail. He was short, but very dense, with foreheads, the back of his head was wide. He was a stubborn and strong boy. “The little man in the pouch,” smiling, teachers at school called him among themselves. The little man in the pouch, like Nastya, was covered in golden freckles, and his little nose, too, like his sister's, looked up like a parrot. After their parents, all their peasant farming went to the children: a five-walled hut, a cow Zorka, a heifer Daughter, a goat Dereza, nameless sheep, chickens, a golden rooster Petya and a piglet Horseradish. Along with this wealth, however, the poor children also received great care for all these living beings. But did our children cope with such a misfortune during the difficult years of the Patriotic War! At first, as we have already said, the children came to help their distant relatives and all of us, the neighbors. But very soon smart and friendly guys learned everything themselves and began to live well. And what smart kids they were! If possible, they would join community service. Their noses could be seen on the collective farm fields, in the meadows, in the barnyard, at meetings, in anti-tank ditches: such perky noses. In this village, although we were newcomers, we knew well the life of every house. And now we can say: there was not a single house where they lived and worked as amicably as our pets lived. Just like her late mother, Nastya got up far before the sun, in the predawn hour, along the shepherd's trumpet. With a stick in her hand, she drove out her beloved herd and rolled back into the hut. Without going to bed any more, she kindled the stove, peeled potatoes, seasoned dinner, and so busied herself with the housework until night. Mitrasha learned from his father how to make wooden utensils: barrels, bowls, tubs. He has a jointer, got along more than twice his height. And with this fret, he adjusts the boards one by one, folds and wraps them with iron or wooden hoops. With a cow, there was no such need for two children to sell wooden utensils in the market, but kind people they ask someone for a bowl on the washbasin, someone who needs a barrel under the drops, someone for pickling cucumbers or mushrooms in a tub, or even a simple dish with cloves to plant a home flower. He will do it, and then he will also be repaid with kindness. But, besides cooperage, the entire male economy and public affairs lie on it. He attends all meetings, tries to understand public concerns and, probably, is smart about something. It is very good that Nastya is two years older than her brother, otherwise he would certainly become arrogant, and in friendship they would not have, as now, excellent equality. It happens, and now Mitrasha will remember how his father instructed his mother, and decides, imitating his father, to also teach his sister Nastya. But the little sister does not obey much, stands and smiles ... Then the Peasant in the bag begins to get angry and swagger and always says with his nose up:- Here's another! - What are you bragging about? the sister objected. - Here's another! brother gets angry. - You, Nastya, are bragging yourself.- No, it's you! - Here's another! So, having tormented her obstinate brother, Nastya strokes him on the back of the head, and as soon as her sister's little hand touches her brother's wide neck, her father's enthusiasm leaves the owner. “Let’s weed together,” the sister will say. And the brother also begins to weed cucumbers, or hoe beets, or plant potatoes. Yes, it was very, very difficult for everyone during the Patriotic War, so difficult that, probably, this has never happened in the whole world. So the children had to take a sip of all sorts of worries, failures, and sorrows. But their friendship overpowered everything, they lived well. And again we can firmly say: in the whole village, no one had such friendship as Mitrasha and Nastya Veselkin lived among themselves. And we think, probably, this grief about the parents connected the orphans so closely.

Year of publication of the book: 1945

The story of M M Prishvin "The pantry of the sun" is rightfully considered one of the most bright works writer. It is included in the list of books included in school curriculum which greatly contributes to its popularization. In 1978, Prishvin's fairy tale "The Pantry of the Sun" was filmed, and the film was called "The Wind of Wanderings". It is thanks to such stories of Prishvin that the writer is included in our rating and occupies far from the last place there.

Prishvin's stories "Pantry of the Sun" summary

Meanwhile, Nastya from Prishvin's fairy tale “The Pantry of the Sun”, having made a considerable detour along her path, went to the same clearing with cranberries. At first, she was so taken apart by the enthusiasm of the collector that she forgot about her brother. But when the basket was full and she remembered that Mitrash was hungry, the girl began to cry. At this time, Grass ran out to her and tried to console her and howled. But then she again sniffed the hare and rushed in his wake. Very soon, she jumped out into the swamp, where Mitrash was stuck.

Further in our short story by Prishvin “The pantry of the sun”, you will learn how Mitrash was smart and called the dog. When Grass approached, he grabbed her by the hind legs, and she pulled him out of the swamp. By this time, Mitrash was starving and decided to shoot the hare, which Grass had driven. He loaded his gun and at that moment the Gray Landlord was very close. Mitrash, out of fright, fired almost at point-blank range and killed the wolf. Nastya heard the shot and found her brother. They spent the night in the forest, and in the morning they returned to the village. Soon the villagers found the Gray Landowner, and Mitrash's authority grew greatly. And Nastya, in order not to be greedy anymore because of the cranberries, gave everything to the children from Leningrad, who had recently been evacuated from the city.

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Prishvin's work "The Pantry of the Sun" is so popular to read that it allowed the book to take a high place among. However, interest in this children's work is quite stable and perhaps this story by Prishvin will be in the ratings of our site more than once.

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