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WHAT IS MY HEAD THINKING ABOUT

Stories by Lucy Sinitsyna

third grade students

Drawings by E. Popkova Foreword by L. Yakhnin

STORIES

ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND AND A LITTLE ABOUT ME

Our yard was large. There were a lot of children walking in our yard - both boys and girls. But most of all I loved Lucy. She was my friend. She and I lived in neighboring apartments, and at school we sat at the same desk.

My friend Luska had straight yellow hair. And she had eyes! .. You probably won’t believe what her eyes were. One eye green as grass. And the other is completely yellow, with brown spots!

And my eyes were kind of grey. Well, just grey, that's all. Completely uninteresting eyes! And my hair was stupid - curly and short. And huge freckles on the nose. And in general, everything at Luska was better than mine. It's just that I was taller.

I was awfully proud of it. I really liked it when we were called in the yard "Big Lyuska" and "Lyuska Little".

And suddenly Lucy grew up. And it became unclear which of us is big and which is small.

And then she grew another half a head.

Well, that was too much! I was offended by her, and we stopped walking together in the yard. At school, I didn’t look in her direction, but she didn’t look in mine, and everyone was very surprised and said: “A black cat ran between Lucy”, and pestered us why we quarreled.

After school, I now did not go out into the yard. There was nothing for me to do there.

I wandered around the house and did not find a place for myself. In order not to be so bored, I stealthily, from behind the curtain, watched Luska play bast shoes with Pavlik, Petka and the Karmanov brothers.

At lunch and dinner, I now asked for more. I choked, but ate everything ... Every day I pressed my head against the wall and marked my height with a red pencil. But strange thing! It turned out that I not only did not grow, but even, on the contrary, decreased by almost two millimeters!

And then summer came, and I went to a pioneer camp.

In the camp, I always remembered Luska and missed her.

And I wrote her a letter.

Hello Lucy!

How are you? I'm doing well. We have a lot of fun at camp. We have the River Vorya flowing nearby. It has blue water! And there are shells on the beach. I found a very beautiful shell for you. She is round and has stripes. She'll probably come in handy for you. Lucy, if you want, let's be friends again. Let them now call you big, and me small. I still agree. Please write me an answer.

With pioneer greetings!

Lucy Sinitsyna

I've been waiting a whole week for an answer. I kept thinking: what if she doesn’t write to me! What if she never wants to be friends with me again! .. And when a letter finally arrived from Luska, I was so happy that my hands even trembled a little.

The letter said this:

Hello Lucy!

Thanks, I'm doing well. Yesterday my mother bought me wonderful slippers with a white edging. I also have a new big ball, you will swing right! Hurry up, come, otherwise Pavlik and Petka are such fools, it’s not interesting with them! Don't lose your shell.

With pioneer salute!

Lucy Kositsyna

On that day, I carried Lucy's blue envelope with me until evening. I told everyone what a wonderful friend Lyuska I have in Moscow.

And when I returned from the camp, Lyuska, along with my parents, met me at the station. She and I rushed to hug ... And then it turned out that I had outgrown Luska by a whole head.

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If you think that I am a good student, you are wrong. I study hard. For some reason, everyone thinks that I am capable, but lazy. I don't know if I'm capable or not. But only I know for sure that I'm not lazy. I sit on tasks for three hours.

Here, for example, now I'm sitting and I want to solve the problem with all my might. And she does not dare. I tell my mom

Mom, I can't do it.

Don't be lazy, says mom. - Think carefully, and everything will work out. Just think carefully!

She's leaving on business. And I take my head with both hands and say to her:

Think head. Think carefully… “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B…” Head, why don't you think? Well, head, well, think, please! Well, what are you worth!

A cloud floats outside the window. It is as light as fluff. Here it stopped. No, it floats on.

Head, what are you thinking? Aren `t you ashamed!!! “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B ...” Luska, probably, also left. She is already walking. If she had approached me first, I would have forgiven her, of course. But is she suitable, such a pest ?!

"...From point A to point B..." No, it won't fit. On the contrary, when I go out into the yard, she will take Lena by the arm and will whisper with her. Then she will say: "Len, come to me, I have something." They will leave, and then they will sit on the windowsill and laugh and gnaw on seeds.

“... Two pedestrians went from point A to point B ...” And what will I do? .. And then I will call Kolya, Petka and Pavlik to play rounders. And what will she do? Yeah, she'll put on a Three Fat Men record. Yes, so loudly that Kolya, Petka and Pavlik will hear and run to ask her to let them listen. They listened a hundred times, everything is not enough for them! And then Lyuska will close the window, and they will all listen to the record there.

"... From point A to point ... to point ..." And then I'll take it and shoot something right into her window. Glass - ding! - and shatter. Let him know.

So. I'm tired of thinking. Think do not think - the task does not work. Just awful, what a difficult task! I'll walk around for a bit and start thinking again.

I closed my book and looked out the window. Lyuska alone was walking in the yard. She jumped into hopscotch. I went outside and sat down on a bench. Lucy didn't even look at me.

Earring! Vitka! Lucy immediately screamed. - Let's go to play bast shoes!

The Karmanov brothers looked out the window.

We have a throat, both brothers said hoarsely. - They won't let us in.

Lena! Lucy screamed. - Linen! Come out!

Instead of Lena, her grandmother looked out and threatened Lyuska with her finger.

Pavlik! Lucy screamed.

Nobody appeared at the window.

Pe-et-ka-ah! Luska perked up.

Girl, what are you yelling at?! Someone's head popped out of the window. - A sick person is not allowed to rest! There is no rest from you! - And the head stuck back into the window.

Luska furtively looked at me and blushed like a cancer. She tugged at her pigtail. Then she took the thread off her sleeve. Then she looked at the tree and said:

Lucy, let's go to the classics.

Come on, I said.

We jumped into the hopscotch and I went home to solve my problem.

As soon as I sat down at the table, my mother came:

Well, what's the problem?

Does not work.

But you've been sitting on it for two hours already! It's just awful what it is! They ask the children some puzzles!.. Well, let's show your problem! Maybe I can do it? I did finish college. So. “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B ...” Wait, wait, this task is familiar to me! Listen, you and your dad decided it last time! I remember perfectly!

How? - I was surprised. - Really? Oh, really, this is the forty-fifth task, and we were given the forty-sixth.

At this, my mother got very angry.

It's outrageous! Mom said. - It's unheard of! This mess! Where is your head?! What is she thinking about?!

WHAT IS MY HEAD THINKING ABOUT

Stories by Lucy Sinitsyna

third grade students

Drawings by E. Popkova Foreword by L. Yakhnin

STORIES

ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND AND A LITTLE ABOUT ME

My friend Luska had straight yellow hair. And she had eyes! .. You probably won’t believe what her eyes were. One eye green as grass. And the other is completely yellow, with brown spots!

I was awfully proud of it. I really liked it when we were called in the yard "Big Lyuska" and "Lyuska Little".

And suddenly Lucy grew up. And it became unclear which of us is big and which is small.

And then she grew another half a head.

After school, I now did not go out into the yard. There was nothing for me to do there.

And then summer came, and I went to a pioneer camp.

In the camp, I always remembered Luska and missed her.

And I wrote her a letter.

Hello Lucy!

With pioneer greetings!

Lucy Sinitsyna

The letter said this:

Hello Lucy!

With pioneer salute!

Lucy Kositsyna

On that day, I carried Lucy's blue envelope with me until evening. I told everyone what a wonderful friend Lyuska I have in Moscow.

And when I returned from the camp, Lyuska, along with my parents, met me at the station. She and I rushed to hug ... And then it turned out that I had outgrown Luska by a whole head.

"SECRETS"

Are you good at secrets?

If you don't know how, I will teach you.

Take a clean piece of glass and dig a hole in the ground. Put a candy wrapper in the hole, and on the candy wrapper - everything that you have beautiful.

You can lay a stone

plate shard,

bird feather,

ball (can be glass, can be metal).

You can use an acorn or an acorn cap.

You can have a multi-colored patch.

It can be a flower, a leaf, or even just grass.

Maybe real candy.

You can elderberry, dry beetle.

You can even eraser, if it is beautiful.

Yes, you can have another button if it's shiny.

Well. Have you put it down?

Now cover it all with glass and cover it with earth. And then slowly clear the ground with your finger and look into the hole ... You know how beautiful it will be! I made a “secret”, remembered the place and left.

The next day my "secret" was gone. Someone dug it up. Some bully.

I made a "secret" in another place. And they dug it up again!

Then I decided to track down who was doing this business ... And of course, this person turned out to be Pavlik Ivanov, who else ?!

Then I again made a "secret" and put a note in it:

"Pavlik Ivanov, you are a fool and a bully."

An hour later, the note was gone. Peacock did not look into my eyes.

Well, did you read it? I asked Pavlik.

I didn’t read anything,” Pavlik said. - You're a fool yourself.

WRITING

One day we were told to write an essay in class on the topic “I help my mother.”

I took a pen and began to write:

"I always help my mom. I sweep the floor and wash the dishes. Sometimes I wash handkerchiefs.”

I didn't know what to write anymore. I looked at Lucy. That's what she wrote in her notebook.

Then I remembered that I washed my stockings once, and wrote:

“I also wash stockings and socks.”

I didn't really know what to write anymore. But you can’t hand over such a short essay!

Then I wrote:

“I also wash T-shirts, shirts and shorts.”

I looked around. Everyone wrote and wrote. I wonder what they write about? You might think that they help mom from morning to night!

And the lesson didn't end. And I had to go on:

“I also wash dresses, mine and my mother’s, napkins and a bedspread.”

And the lesson never ended. And I wrote:

“I also love washing curtains and tablecloths.”

And then the bell finally rang!

... I was given a "five". The teacher read my essay aloud. She said that she liked my composition the most. And that she will read it at the parent-teacher meeting.

I begged my mother not to go to Parent meeting. I said that my throat hurts. But my mother told my father to give me hot milk with honey and went to school.

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Irina Pivovarova
What is my head thinking

Magic Wand of Talent

1

For twenty years now, a narrow-necked transparent glass bottle, the size of a little finger, has been standing on my table. Inside it was a white-bearded dwarf in round wire glasses and a pointed red cap. How did he get there? It is impossible even for a tiny dwarf to enter or exit through a narrow neck. The dwarf looks at me through the glass wall of the bottle and, it seems, winks slyly.

“Forgotten,” he seems to be saying, “that we gnomes are wizards?” If we can come to you from a fairy tale and come back, then why do we need some kind of bottle?

But I don’t live in a fairy tale, but in the ordinary world, and the question simply torments me: how did the dwarf manage to get into the bottle?

This funny toy was given to me by Irina Pivovarova, a writer of amazing, magical talent. Reading her books, I keep asking myself: how do we manage to turn our everyday life into an exciting story? Irina Pivovarova's talent is akin to magic and, like that gnome in a bottle, remains a mystery.

2

The book "Stories of Lucy Sinitsyna, a student of the third grade" develops as naturally as the eventful days of a little girl. They flow and flow, and it seems that every minute, any most insignificant meeting can turn into a fascinating story. The girl's fantasy is inexhaustible. Lusya Sinitsyna is a lively, restless person. But all the stories that happen to her happen to each of us almost every day. We either don’t notice them at all, or we don’t pay attention, and everything turns into an extraordinary adventure with her. Yes, if you look at the world with open eyes and everything is interesting to you, then life becomes boring, colored with bright colors.

Little Lucy Sinitsyna and her friend were lucky. The wonderful writer Irina Pivovarova undertook to tell their life. She, like a sorceress, did not just write books, but seemed to create her poems and stories from the air, sunlight, summer greenery, weightless winter snowflakes and the twinkling of night stars. Here is how she herself spoke about it in one poem:

I am a magic wand
I'll quietly spend
By white and pure
paper sheet.
And blossom on the leaf
Magic flowers.
Nowhere, nowhere in the world
You won't meet them.
I take the stick again
magical, and
Magic city with towers
Lilac rises,
And wizards live in it
In raincoats and boots.
Quietly bells
They ring on caps.

3

At first, I read the entire book in one gulp, without stopping. Laughed. Sad. I was surprised. Worried. Rejoiced. Frowning. Upset. And I felt happy, as if I met many interesting people. Then he began to re-read the book, slowly leafing through it from story to story, from story to story. And I kept thinking how did Irina Pivovarova manage to captivate me, an adult, even a gray-haired uncle, with the life and adventures of little girls? They turned into my close and dear friends, as if we had been living in the same house for a long time, meeting in the yard, sitting on a bench and talking about this and that. I even began to look at everyone I met through the eyes of Lucy Sinitsyna and see what I had not noticed before. Now I could also tell many stories about those of my neighbors who previously seemed to me quite ordinary people.

And I began to peer into the lines and words of Irina Pivovarova's book. I peered, read, and realized that I could also tell something about the magical ability of the writer. I could see the magic wand of her art.

How would I imagine two girl friends if there were no drawings in the book? And you listen to their conversation. One or two words, phrase after phrase, and suddenly, miraculously, not only characters, but also appearance appear. Protruding pigtails or a tousled mane of hair, a snooty nose, obstinately drawn short eyebrows and clean, wide-open eyes of a naive person. Here are both Lucy, one of whom is learning to play the violin, and the other to the piano, arguing which instrument is better. They argue passionately, childishly and at the same time slyly:

“The violin is small, you can hang it on the wall. And try hanging the piano on the wall!

But you can do piano lessons.

- But on the violin you can pull the strings!

- But on the piano you can play mother-daughter!

- But you can swing the violin!

- But on the piano you can chop nuts!

“But with a violin you can disperse flies!”

4

The writer not only knows and feels her little heroines, but lives their life. Every word, every deed or movement of the soul is absolutely reliable. You begin to think that these are not fictional stories and short stories, but a true biography of Irina Pivovarova herself. Autobiographical notes or, more precisely, pages of a diary of a ten-year-old girl, taken out of a distant, secret box of childhood.

Pivovarova herself in the story "Secrets" reveals the secret of her work. She creates art from everything that surrounds each of us, from the simplest things and events. You can take:

« … a rock,

plate shard,

bird feather,

Maybe real candy.

Maybe an elderberry

dry beetle.

Yes, you can also have a button if it is shiny.

Simple, right? It seems that the words in the stories of Irina Pivovarova add up by themselves. In fact, this is a virtuoso writing skill, multiplied by the talent and sense of the word, sensitive hearing, sharpened vision of the artist. Here are just a few gems scattered throughout the book, appearing on almost every page. At the same time, Irina Pivovarova does not flaunt her ability to create poetic metaphors. She sees the world through the eyes of a child:

"... in bright sunshine the dust danced... And over it all hung the sky... Terribly large. Huge."

Only children see it that way.

“Sparrows crackled on the branches” and almost nearby: “... sparrows yell in the trees.”

“... the top of my head became hot, like a stove,” but here is almost the same metaphor, but in a different way: “Something terrible was happening to my ears. From them my whole head was hot ... "

“Tears fell from my eyes and silently clattered against the black lid of the desk.” So you see the unfortunate, weeping bitterly, but in silence, Luska. And so sorry for her at this moment!

But the same Lucy poured half a bottle of mother's perfume on the pillow: "The pillow smelled deafening."

And how accurately, in one word, the touch to the porcelain toy pig is conveyed: "... kissed the cold flowers."

It's hard to stop. I just want to snatch out sparkling, like colored glasses in children's "secrets", fragments of phrases and constellations, inflorescences of words. Well, finally: the dog "smelled so good of a dog"!

5

Irina Pivovarova wrote wonderful poems. She is a real poet, and a poet is very precise in prose as well. Skimp on words. The girls are talking on the phone. Just a few words, and the intrigue of a small episode is tied up, the spring of action, tense, almost detective, is compressed to the limit. Skillfully, naturally, the girl warms up the interest of her girlfriend:

"Luc, hi! What are you doing?

“Hey, Lucy, I’m not doing anything. What are you?

Yes, I have come up with one thing.

“I won’t tell you, or you’ll talk.

- Well, tell me, Lucy! Honestly I won't get sick!

- Honest-honest?

- Honest, honest!

- Swear.

- I swear!

- All right, I'll tell you tomorrow.

- And now?

- I can't now. Parents will listen.

“And you whisper…”

So it is tempting to turn a few pages and find out what the little inventor has started. It's hard to even imagine how poor Lyuska Kositsyna waited for the morning.

The life of two girls is full, varied, eventful. Every day brings sorrows, joys, surprises, discoveries. Funny, but sometimes very sad, because the life of a ten-year-old person is just as difficult, filled with thoughts, losses, bitter resentment of unrequited love, like an adult.

Lyusya Sinitsyna will grow up and will surely remain an interesting person who is not indifferent to life.

6

Luska for the first time, unexpectedly for herself, composed poems:

What a blue sky
And the snow is falling
We went with Kolya Lykov
Skating rink today.
And the ice sparkled under us
We laughed - hee hee,
And we ran on ice
Agile and light.

I read these unpretentious, inept lines and imagine how many years later, perhaps this girl will compose such lines:

Magic city with towers
Lilac rises,
And wizards live in it
In raincoats and boots.
Quietly bells
They ring on caps.
And in the sky they immediately shine
And the stars and the sunset...

Leonid Yakhnin

stories

About my friend and a little bit about me

My friend Luska had straight yellow hair. And she had eyes! .. You probably won’t believe what her eyes were. One eye green as grass. And the other is completely yellow, with brown spots!

I was awfully proud of it. I really liked it when we were called in the yard "Big Lyuska" and "Lyuska Little".

And suddenly Lucy grew up. And it became unclear which of us is big and which is small.

And then she grew another half a head.

After school, I now did not go out into the yard. There was nothing for me to do there.

And then summer came, and I went to a pioneer camp.

In the camp, I always remembered Luska and missed her.

And I wrote her a letter:

“Hello, Lucy!

How are you? I'm doing well. We have a lot of fun at camp. We have the River Vorya flowing nearby. It has blue water! And there are shells on the beach. I found a very beautiful shell for you. She is round and has stripes. She'll probably come in handy for you. Lucy, if you want, let's be friends again. Let them now call you big, and me small. I still agree. Please write me an answer.

With pioneer greetings!

Lucy Sinitsyna»

I've been waiting a whole week for an answer. I kept thinking: what if she doesn't write to me? What if she never wants to be friends with me again? .. And when a letter finally arrived from Luska, I was so happy that my hands even trembled a little.

The letter said this:

“Hello, Lucy!

Thanks, I'm doing well. Yesterday my mother bought me wonderful slippers with a white edging. I also have a new big ball, you will swing right! Hurry up, come, otherwise Pavlik and Petka are such fools, it’s not interesting with them! Don't lose your shell.

With pioneer salute!

Lucy Kositsyna»

On that day, I carried Lucy's blue envelope with me until evening. I told everyone what a wonderful friend Lyuska I have in Moscow.

And when I returned from the camp, Lyuska, along with my parents, met me at the station. She and I rushed to hug ... And then it turned out that I had outgrown Luska by a whole head.

"Secrets"

Are you good at secrets?

If you don't know how, I will teach you.

Take a clean piece of glass and dig a hole in the ground. Put a candy wrapper in the hole, and on the candy wrapper - everything that you have beautiful.

You can lay a stone

plate shard,

bird feather,

ball (can be glass, can be metal).

You can use an acorn or an acorn cap.

You can have a multi-colored patch.

It can be a flower, a leaf, or even just grass.

Maybe real candy.

You can elderberry, dry beetle.

You can even eraser, if it is beautiful.

Yes, you can have another button if it's shiny.

Well. Have you put it down?

The next day my "secret" was gone. Someone dug it up. Some bully.

I made a "secret" in another place. And they dug it up again!

Then I decided to track down who was doing this business ... And of course, this person turned out to be Pavlik Ivanov, who else ?!

Then I again made a “secret” and put a note in it: “Pavlik Ivanov, you are a fool and a bully.”

An hour later, the note was gone. Peacock did not look into my eyes.

- Well, did you read it? I asked Pavlik.

“I didn’t read anything,” said Pavlik. - You're a fool yourself.

The writing

One day we were told to write an essay in class on the topic “I help my mother.”

I took a pen and began to write:

"I always help my mom. I sweep the floor and wash the dishes. Sometimes I wash handkerchiefs.”

I didn't know what to write anymore. I looked at Lucy. That's what she wrote in her notebook.

Then I remembered that I washed my stockings once, and wrote:

“I also wash stockings and socks.”

I didn't really know what to write anymore. But you can’t hand over such a short essay!

Then I wrote:

“I also wash T-shirts, shirts and shorts.”

I looked around. Everyone wrote and wrote. I wonder what they write about? You might think that they help mom from morning to night!

And the lesson didn't end. And I had to go on:

“I also wash dresses, mine and my mother’s, napkins and a bedspread.”

And the lesson never ended. And I wrote:

“I also love washing curtains and tablecloths.”

And then the bell finally rang!

... I was given a "five". The teacher read my essay aloud. She said that she liked my composition the most. And that she will read it at the parent-teacher meeting.

I asked my mother very much not to go to the parent meeting. I said that my throat hurts. But my mother told my father to give me hot milk with honey and went to school.

The following conversation took place at breakfast the following morning.

Mum. And you know, Syoma, it turns out that our daughter writes wonderful compositions!

Dad. It doesn't surprise me. She has always been good at writing.

Mum. No, really! I am not kidding! Vera Evstigneevna praises her. She was very pleased that our daughter loves to wash curtains and tablecloths.

Dad. What-oh?!

Mum. Really, Sam, it's wonderful? – Turning to me: – Why have you never admitted this to me before?

“I was shy,” I said. I thought you wouldn't let me.

- Well, what are you! Mom said. - Don't be shy, please! Wash our curtains today. It's good that I don't have to haul them to the laundry!

I goggled my eyes. The curtains were huge. Ten times I could wrap myself in them! But it was too late to retreat.

I washed the curtains piece by piece. While I was lathering one piece, the other was completely washed out. I'm just tired of these pieces! Then I rinsed the curtains in the bathroom piece by piece. When I finished squeezing one piece, water from neighboring pieces was again poured into it.

Then I climbed onto a stool and began to hang the curtains on a rope.

Well, that was the worst! While I was pulling one piece of the curtain onto the rope, the other fell to the floor. And in the end, the whole curtain fell to the floor, and I fell on it from the stool.

I became completely wet - at least squeeze it out!

The curtain had to be dragged back into the bathroom. But the floor in the kitchen shone like new.

Water was pouring from the curtains all day.

I put all the pots and pans we had under the curtains. Then she put the kettle on the floor, three bottles, and all the cups and saucers. But water still flooded the kitchen.

Oddly enough, my mother was pleased.

You did a great job washing the curtains! - said my mother, walking around the kitchen in galoshes. "I didn't know you were so capable!" Tomorrow you will wash the tablecloth...

strange boy

Pavlik and Petka are always arguing. Just a laugh to look at them!

Yesterday Pavlik asked Petka:

- Did you watch the "Prisoner of the Caucasus"?

- I watched, - Petka answers, and he was already on his guard.

“Is it true,” Pavlik says then, “Nikulin is the best film actor in the world?”

- Nothing like this! Petka says. - Not Nikulin, but Morgunov!

- What more! Pavlik began to get angry. - Your Morgunov is fat as a barrel!

- So what?! Petka shouted. - But your Nikulin is skinny, like a skeleton!

Is this Nikulin's skeleton?! shouted Pavlik. - I'll show you now what Nikulin's skeleton is!

And he already climbed with his fists on Petka, but then a strange event happened.

A long, blond-haired boy jumped out of the sixth entrance and headed towards us. He came up, looked at us and suddenly for no reason said:

- Hello.

Of course we were surprised. Think you found a polite one!

Pavlik and Petka even stopped arguing.

“All sorts of people walk around here,” said Pavlik. - Let's go, Pet, let's play a knocker.

And they left. This boy says:

- I will live in your yard now. Here in this house.

Just think, let him live, we do not mind!

- Are you going to play hide-and-seek? I ask him.

- Who will drive? Chur, not me!

And Lucy immediately:

"Church, not me!"

And we immediately told him:

- You to drive.

- That's good. I love to drive.

And he closes his eyes with his hands.

- No, that's not interesting! Why are you suddenly driving? Every fool loves to drive! Let's reckon better.

The cuckoo walked past the net,
And behind her are small children,
Everyone shouted: "Cookie,
Choose which fist!”

And again he had to drive. He says:

“You see, I still have to drive.

“Well, no,” I say. - I won't play like that. Just appeared - and immediately he should be led!

- Well, you drive.

And Lucy immediately:

- Nothing like this! I've wanted to drive for a long time!

And then we began to argue with her for the whole yard, to whom to drive. And he stands and smiles.

- You know what? Let's both of you drive, and I alone will hide.

So we did.

Pavlik and Petka returned.

- What are you? they were surprised.

Both at once? Yes, you can’t force you to drive alone. What is it with you?

- Yes, - we say, - this is all that newcomer came up with.

Pavlik and Petka got angry:

- Ah well! Is he setting his rules in someone else's yard?! Now we will show him where the crayfish hibernate.

They searched for him, searched for him, but the new one hid so that no one could find him.

“Get out,” Lyuska and I shout, “it’s so uninteresting!” We can't find you!

He jumped out from somewhere. Pavlik and Petka, hands in pockets, approach him.

- Hey, you! Where were you hiding? Did you sit at home?

“Nothing like that,” the newcomer smiles. - On the roof. - And points to the roof of the barn. And the barn is high, two meters from the ground.

- And how are you ... tears?

- I jumped. There was a footprint in the sand.

- Well, if you're lying, we'll give you heat!

Went and looked. They are returning. Pavlik suddenly gloomily asks the newcomer:

- Do you collect stamps?

- No, - says the new one, - I collect butterflies. - And smiles.

And for some reason I also immediately wanted to collect butterflies. And learn to jump from the barn.

- What is your name? I asked this boy.

“Kolya Lykov,” he said.

Roofer

The roofer was fixing the roof. He walked along the very edge and was not afraid of anything. Lyuska and I, with our heads up, looked at the roofer.

And then he saw us. He waved to us, put his hand to his mouth and shouted:

- Hey! Why are mouths open-s-whether? Go help-a-at!

We rushed to the entrance. In a flash they flew up the stairs and ended up in the attic. The attic door was open. Dust danced behind her in the bright sunlight. We walked along the beams and climbed out onto the roof.

Wow, it was hot in here! The iron shone under the sun so that it hurt the eyes. The roofer was not there. He must have gone to the other side of the roof.

“We need to get to the roofer,” I said. - Are we climbing?

"Let's climb," said Luska.

And we climbed up.

We held on to a large pipe, and it was not scary to climb. The main thing is not to look back, that's all.

So we crawled, probably as much as three meters.

“Let's have a rest,” said Lyuska and sat down right on the hot iron. Let's sit down for a while and then...

Lucy didn't agree. She looked down in front of her with large eyes, and her lips continued to move inaudibly. I think she said "mom" and something else.

I turned around.

There were houses down there.

Some kind of river glittered behind the houses. What is the river? Where did it come from?.. Cars that looked like fast boogers ran along the embankment. Gray smoke billowed from the chimneys. From the balcony of a neighboring house, a thin man in a T-shirt was shaking out a pink tablecloth.

Above it all hung the sky.

The sky was big. Scary big. Huge. And it seemed to me that Luska and I became small, small! Quite small and miserable on this roof, under this big sky!

And I got scared. My legs were stiff, my head was spinning, and I realized that I would not move from this place for anything in the world.

A completely white Luska was sitting next to him.

... And the sun was roasting more and more. The iron beneath us was as hot as an iron. But there was no roofer. Where did he go, that damn roofer?

To my left was a hammer. I reached for the hammer, picked it up and hit the iron with all my might.

The roof hummed like a bell.

And then we saw the roofer.

He ran towards us from above, as if he had jumped onto the roof straight from the blue sky. He was young and red.

- Well, get up! he shouted.

He jerked us by the collar and dragged us down.

His hands were like shovels, big and wide. Oh, and it was great to go down with him! I even jumped twice on the way. Hooray! We were back in the attic!

But before Luska and I had time to catch our breath, this red-haired roofer grabbed our shoulders and began to shake us like crazy.

- Gone crazy! he yelled. - They brought fashion - to hang around the roofs! Blossomed! There is no one to beat you!

We roared.

- Don't shake us, please! Lyuska said, smearing tears down her face. We will file a complaint against you with the police!

- What are you fighting? - I said. “They called us, and now you are fighting!”

He stopped yelling, released our shoulders and twirled a finger near his forehead.

– What are you? Togo? - he said. - Where did I call you?

His eyes were yellow. He smelled of tobacco and iron.

Who asked us to help? we shouted with one voice.

- To help? he asked, as if he hadn't heard. – What-oh?! Help-a-at!

And suddenly he laughed.

All over the attic.

Our eardrums almost burst - he laughed so hard! He patted his knees. He had tears streaming down his face. He swayed, bent, he fell straight from laughter ... Some kind of crazy! Well, what did he find funny here ?! You will not understand these adults - they either swear or laugh.

And he laughed and laughed. We, looking at him, also began to giggle on the sly. Still, he was good. He had a very good laugh!

Laughing, he took out a crumpled checkered handkerchief and handed it to us.

- Well, fools! - he said. - And where are these found? Jokes must be understood! What kind of help from you, you little fry? When you grow up, come. With such assistants, you won’t get lost - it’s clear! Well, see you soon!

And he waved his hand to us and went back. And he laughed the whole way. And he left.

And we stood and looked after him. I don’t know what Lyuska thought, but I thought this: “Well, okay, here we are growing up. Five years or ten years will pass ... And this red-haired roofer will fix our roof a long time ago. And where do we find it then? So where? After all, there are so many roofs in Moscow, so many! .. "

WHAT IS MY HEAD THINKING ABOUT

Stories by Lucy Sinitsyna

third grade students

Drawings by E. Popkova Foreword by L. Yakhnin

STORIES

ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND AND A LITTLE ABOUT ME

My friend Luska had straight yellow hair. And she had eyes! .. You probably won’t believe what her eyes were. One eye green as grass. And the other is completely yellow, with brown spots!

I was awfully proud of it. I really liked it when we were called in the yard "Big Lyuska" and "Lyuska Little".

And suddenly Lucy grew up. And it became unclear which of us is big and which is small.

And then she grew another half a head.

After school, I now did not go out into the yard. There was nothing for me to do there.

And then summer came, and I went to a pioneer camp.

In the camp, I always remembered Luska and missed her.

And I wrote her a letter.

Hello Lucy!

With pioneer greetings!

Lucy Sinitsyna

The letter said this:

Hello Lucy!

With pioneer salute!

Lucy Kositsyna

On that day, I carried Lucy's blue envelope with me until evening. I told everyone what a wonderful friend Lyuska I have in Moscow.

And when I returned from the camp, Lyuska, along with my parents, met me at the station. She and I rushed to hug ... And then it turned out that I had outgrown Luska by a whole head.

"SECRETS"

Are you good at secrets?

If you don't know how, I will teach you.

Take a clean piece of glass and dig a hole in the ground. Put a candy wrapper in the hole, and on the candy wrapper - everything that you have beautiful.

You can lay a stone

plate shard,

bird feather,

ball (can be glass, can be metal).

You can use an acorn or an acorn cap.

You can have a multi-colored patch.

It can be a flower, a leaf, or even just grass.

Maybe real candy.

You can elderberry, dry beetle.

You can even eraser, if it is beautiful.

Yes, you can have another button if it's shiny.

Well. Have you put it down?

The next day my "secret" was gone. Someone dug it up. Some bully.

I made a "secret" in another place. And they dug it up again!

Then I decided to track down who was doing this business ... And of course, this person turned out to be Pavlik Ivanov, who else ?!

Then I again made a "secret" and put a note in it:

"Pavlik Ivanov, you are a fool and a bully."

An hour later, the note was gone. Peacock did not look into my eyes.

Well, did you read it? I asked Pavlik.

I didn’t read anything,” Pavlik said. - You're a fool yourself.

WRITING

One day we were told to write an essay in class on the topic “I help my mother.”

I took a pen and began to write:

"I always help my mom. I sweep the floor and wash the dishes. Sometimes I wash handkerchiefs.”

I didn't know what to write anymore. I looked at Lucy. That's what she wrote in her notebook.

Then I remembered that I washed my stockings once, and wrote:

“I also wash stockings and socks.”

I didn't really know what to write anymore. But you can’t hand over such a short essay!

Then I wrote:

“I also wash T-shirts, shirts and shorts.”

I looked around. Everyone wrote and wrote. I wonder what they write about? You might think that they help mom from morning to night!

And the lesson didn't end. And I had to go on:

“I also wash dresses, mine and my mother’s, napkins and a bedspread.”

And the lesson never ended. And I wrote:

“I also love washing curtains and tablecloths.”

And then the bell finally rang!

... I was given a "five". The teacher read my essay aloud. She said that she liked my composition the most. And that she will read it at the parent-teacher meeting.

I asked my mother very much not to go to the parent meeting. I said that my throat hurts. But my mother told my father to give me hot milk with honey and went to school.

The following conversation took place at breakfast the following morning.

Mum . And you know, Syoma, it turns out that our daughter writes wonderful compositions!

Dad . It doesn't surprise me. She has always been good at writing.

Mum . No, really! I am not kidding! Vera Evstigneevna praises her. She was very pleased that our daughter loves to wash curtains and tablecloths.

Dad . What-oh?!

Mum . Really, Sam, it's wonderful? - Turning to me: - Why have you never admitted this to me before?

I was shy, I said. - I thought you wouldn't let me.

Well, what are you! Mom said. - Don't be shy, please! Wash our curtains today. It's good that I don't have to haul them to the laundry!

I goggled my eyes. The curtains were huge. Ten times I could wrap myself in them! But it was too late to retreat.

Then I climbed onto a stool and began to hang the curtains on a rope.

I became quite wet - at least squeeze it out!

The curtain had to be dragged back into the bathroom. But the floor in the kitchen shone like new.

Water was pouring from the curtains all day.

I put all the pots and pans we had under the curtains. Then she put the kettle on the floor, three bottles, and all the cups and saucers. But water still flooded the kitchen.

Oddly enough, my mother was pleased.

You did a great job washing the curtains! - said my mother, walking around the kitchen in galoshes. I didn't know you were so capable! Tomorrow you will wash the tablecloth...

STRANGE BOY

Pavlik and Petka are always arguing. Just a laugh to look at them!

Yesterday Pavlik asked Petka:

Did you watch the "Prisoner of the Caucasus"?

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