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Deniskin's stories of Dragunsky, with a slight movement of the author's thought, lift the veil of the daily life of children, their joys and worries. Communication with peers, relationships with parents, various incidents in life - this is what Viktor Dragunsky describes in his works. Funny stories with a sensitive vision of important details, characteristic of the author, occupy a special place in world literature. The writer is known for his ability to see the good in everything and wonderfully explain to children what is really good and what is bad. In Dragunsky's stories, each child will find features similar to himself, get answers to exciting questions and laugh heartily at funny incidents from the lives of children.
Viktor Dragunsky. Interesting biography details
Readers are usually surprised to learn that Victor was born in New York. It so happened that his parents moved there in search of a better life, but they failed to settle down in a new place. After only a year, the boy and his parents returned to their homeland - to the city of Gomel (Belarus).
The childhood of Viktor Dragunsky passed on the road. His stepfather took him on tour with him, where the child learned to parody people well and generally play for the audience. At that moment, his creative future was already predetermined, however, like most children's writers, he did not immediately come to this occupation.
The Great Patriotic War left its mark on his fate. Thoughts, aspirations, pictures of what he saw in the war, changed Victor forever. After the war, Dragunsky set out to create his own theater, where every talented young actor could prove himself. He succeeded. The blue bird - this was the name of Victor's parody theater, which gained recognition and fame in a matter of moments. This happened with everything, for which Dragunsky would not undertake. Starting to read Deniskin's stories, you will definitely notice notes of the author's subtle humor, with which he attracted children to the theater and circus. The kids were crazy about him!
It was this theater that became the starting point of his path, which led to writing, which later left us Deniska's stories as a gift. Viktor Dragunsky began to notice that during his speeches, children had a particularly good reaction. Dragunsky was even lucky enough to work as a clown, having won the love of little spectators.
In the late 50s, according to the recollections of friends, it seemed to Victor that it was time to change something in life. He did not leave the feeling of approaching something new on the creative path. And then one day, while in his sad thoughts, Dragunsky wrote the first children's story, which became a real outlet for him. Dragunsky's first Deniskin stories became instantly popular.
Deniskin's stories are so interesting to read because the author had a real talent to easily and vividly describe everyday situations, to laugh at them merrily, and sometimes to reflect. Victor Dragunsky could not predict that his works would become classics of children's literature, but the knowledge of children and love for them did their job ...
Last Saturday and Sunday I was visiting Dimka. This is such a handsome man, the son of my uncle Misha and aunt Galya. They live in Leningrad. If I have time, I will tell you how Dimka and I walked and what we saw in this beautiful city. This is a very interesting and funny story.
And now there will be a simple story about how I was supposed to fly to my mother in Moscow. This is also amusing, because it was an adventure.
In general, I flew on a plane, but alone, on my own, never! Uncle Misha was supposed to put me on the plane. I will fly safely, and in Moscow, at the airport, my father and mother will have to meet me. That's how interesting and simple everything was conceived for us.
And in the evening, when Uncle Misha and I arrived at the Leningrad airport, it turned out that somewhere there had been some kind of delay with transport, and because of this, many people who did not get on Moscow flights accumulated at the airport, and a tall, foldable the uncle sensibly explained to us all that the situation is as follows: there are many of us, but there is only one plane, and therefore whoever manages to get into this plane will fly to Moscow. And I took an oath to get on this particular plane: after all, my dad will definitely meet me in Moscow.
And Uncle Misha, having heard this "pleasant" news, said to me:
- As soon as you get on the plane, wave your hand to me, then I will immediately run to the phone, call your dad that you supposedly took off, he will wake up, get dressed and go to the airport to meet you. Understood?
I said:
- Got it!
And he himself thought about Uncle Misha: “That's how kind and polite. Another would have taken everything, and this one would also call my relatives. And here I will be like a relay race. He will call, and dad will come to meet, and without them I will sit on the plane for only an hour, and there, on the plane, they are also all my own. It's okay, don't be afraid!"
I said out loud again:
“Don’t be angry that there’s only anxiety with me, I’ll soon learn to fly alone, on my own, and I won’t bother you so much ...
Uncle Misha said:
“What are you doing, sir! I am very happy! And Dimka was so glad to see you! And Aunt Galya! Well, hold on! He handed me the ticket and fell silent. And I also shut up.
And then suddenly began landing on the plane. It was a pandemonium. Everyone rushed to the plane, and I ran ahead of everyone, everyone else followed me.
I ran to the stairs, there were two girls at the top. Just beauties. I ran up to them and handed them the ticket. They asked me:
- You are alone?
I told them everything and went to the plane. I sat down by the window and began to look at the crowd of mourners. Uncle Misha was nearby, then I began to wave and smile at him. He caught this smile, made me under the visor and immediately turned and walked to the phone to call my dad. I took a breath and looked around. There were a lot of people, and everyone was in a hurry to sit down and fly away. The time was already late. Finally everyone settled down, spread out their things, and I heard that the engine was started. He hummed and growled for a long time. I even got bored.
I leaned back in the seat and quietly closed my eyes to take a nap. Then I heard the plane move, and I opened my mouth wide so that my ears wouldn't hurt. Then a flight attendant came up to me, I opened my eyes - on her tray there were a hundred or a thousand small sour, and minty, too, sweets. My neighbor took one, then the second, and I immediately took heels and three or four or five more things. Still, the sweets are delicious, I will treat the guys from the class. They will gladly take it, because these candies are airy, from an airplane. Here you don't want to, but you'll take it. The stewardess stood and smiled: they say, take as much as you like, we do not mind! I began to suck on the candy and suddenly felt that the plane was descending. I leaned against the window.
My neighbor said:
“Look how fast they came!
But then I noticed that a lot of lights appeared ahead of us below us. I told my neighbor:
— Look, Moscow!
She began to look and suddenly began to sing in a bass voice:
— “My Moscow, beauty…”
But then the stewardess came out from behind the curtain, the same one who delivered sweets. I was glad that now she would distribute more. But she said
— Comrade passengers, due to bad weather, the Moscow airport is closed. We flew back to Leningrad. The next flight will be at seven o'clock in the morning. Settle in for the night as much as possible.
Then my neighbor stopped singing. Everyone around them murmured angrily.
People went down the stairs and walked calmly home to come back in the morning. I couldn't go home quietly. I didn't remember where Uncle Misha lives. I didn't know how to get to it. I had to stick to the company of those who have nowhere to sleep. There were a lot of them too, and they all went to a restaurant for dinner. And I followed them. Everyone sat down at the tables. I sat down too. Took a seat. There was a pay phone nearby, long distance. I called Moscow. Who do you think picked up the phone? My own mother. She said:
— Hello!
I said:
— Hello!
She said:
- Hard to hear. Who do you need?
I said:
— Anastasia Vasilievna.
She said:
- Sounds bad! Maria Petrovna?
I said:
- You! You! You! Mom, is that you?
She said:
- Hard to hear. Speak separately, spell by letter.
I said:
- Um-ah, um-ah. Mom, it's me.
She said:
Deniska, is that you?
I said:
— I'll be leaving tomorrow at seven o'clock in the morning. Our Moscow airfield is closed, so all is well. Let pe-a-pe-a ve-estretite em-enya-me!
She said:
- He-are-ashe-oh!
I said:
- Well, be ze-de-orove-a!
She said:
- Zhe-de-u! Dad will come out to meet at exactly seven!
I hung up, and my heart immediately felt light. And I went to dinner. I asked to bring me meatballs with pasta and a glass of tea. While I was eating cutlets, I thought, seeing how wide, comfortable chairs are here: “Um, yes, it will be great to sleep on these chairs here.”
But while I was eating, a miracle happened: exactly half a minute later I saw that all the chairs, absolutely all, were occupied. And he thought: “Nothing, not a von-baron, I’ll sleep on the floor! Wow, how much space!
Just miracles in a sieve! Half a second later I look - the whole floor is occupied: passengers, shopping bags, suitcases, bags, even children, there is simply nowhere to step. This is where I got pissed off!
Then I went, carefully stepping between sitting, lying and reclining people. I just went for a walk around the airport.
Walking among the sleeping kingdom was awkward. I looked at the clock. It's already half past twelve.
And suddenly I came to another door, on which it was written: "Long-distance telephone." And it dawned on me right away! This is where you can sleep well. I quietly opened the felted door. 
Stop! I had to jump right away: two people had already settled there. Unk. Officers. They looked at me and I looked at them.
Then I said:
- Who are you?
Then one of them, with a mustache, said:
— We are foundlings!
I felt sorry for them, and I stupidly asked:
— Where are your parents?
The mustachioed made a plaintive face and seemed to cry:
“Please, I beg you, find me my dad!”
And the second, who was younger, laughed like a tiger. And then I realized that this mustachioed man was joking, because he also laughed, and I laughed after him. And now we were laughing together. And they beckoned me to them and made room. I was warm, but cramped and uncomfortable, because the phone rang all the time and the light bulb burned brightly.
Then we wrote on the newspaper in large letters: "The machine does not work," and the young man turned out the light bulb. The calls are silent, there is no light. A minute later, my adult friends asked such a snorer, which is just a miracle. It looked like they were sawing huge logs with huge saws. Sleep was impossible.
And I lay and all the time thought about my adventure. It turned out very funny, and I smiled all the time in the dark.
Suddenly, a loud, completely sleepless voice rang out:
— To the attention of passengers flying on the Leningrad-Moscow flight! Tu-104 aircraft number 5248, flying out of schedule, takes off in fifteen minutes, at four fifty-five minutes. Boarding of passengers upon presentation of tickets from gate number two!
I immediately jumped up, as if tousled, and began to wake my neighbors. I spoke to them quietly but distinctly:
- Anxiety! Anxiety! Get up, they tell you!
They immediately jumped up, and the mustachioed felt and screwed in the light bulb.
I explained to them what it was. The mustachioed soldier immediately said:
- Well done, boy!
Now I will go with you to any intelligence.
“You didn’t abandon your foundlings, then?”
I said:
- What are you, how can you!
We ran to gate number two and boarded the plane.
There were no more beautiful flight attendants, but we didn't care. And when we took off into the air, the military man, who was younger, suddenly burst out laughing.
— What are you? the mustachioed man asked him.
“The machine doesn’t work,” he replied. — Ha-ha-ha! "The machine doesn't work"!
“They forgot to remove the inscription,” the mustachioed man replied.
After about forty minutes, we sat down safely in Moscow, and when we left, it turned out that absolutely no one was meeting us.
I looked for my dad. He wasn't there... He wasn't anywhere.
I didn't know how to get home. I was just sad. At least cry. And I probably would have cried, but my night friends suddenly approached me, with a mustache and who is younger.
Mustache said:
- What, did not meet dad?
I said:
- Didn't meet. The young one asked:
- And when did you agree with him?
I said:
— I told him to come to the plane, which takes off at seven in the morning.
Young said:
- All clear! There's a misunderstanding here. After all, we flew out at five!
Mustachioed intervened in our conversation:
"Meet me, we're not going anywhere!" Have you ever ridden a goat?
I said:
- The first time I've heard! What is this "goat"?
He replied:
- Now you will see.
And they waved their hands with the young.
A small, curvy car, stained and dirty, drove up to the airport entrance. The driver-soldier had a cheerful face.
My military friends got into the car.
When they sat down there, I began to feel sad. I stood there and didn't know what to do. There was sadness. I stood and everything. The mustachioed leaned out the window and said:
- And where do you live?
I replied.
He said:
- Aliev! Debt good turn deserves another?
He answered from the car:
- Exactly!
Mustachioed smiled at me:
— Sit down, Deniska, next to the driver. You will know what a soldier's income is.
The driver smiled kindly. In my opinion, he looked like Uncle Misha.
- Sit down, sit down. I'll ride with the wind! he said hoarsely.
I immediately sat down next to him. I had fun in my heart. That's what the military means! You won't get lost with them.
I said out loud:
- Carriage Row!
The driver turned on the gas. We rushed.
I called out:
- Hooray!
Young lover of literature, we are firmly convinced that you will be pleased to read the fairy tale "Adventure" Dragunsky V. Yu. and you will be able to learn a lesson and benefit from it. It is very useful when the plot is simple and, so to speak, vital, when similar situations develop in our everyday life, this contributes to better memorization. And a thought comes, followed by a desire, to plunge into this fabulous and incredible world, to win the love of a modest and wise princess. Probably due to the inviolability of human qualities in time, all morality, morality and issues remain relevant at all times and epochs. The inspiration of everyday objects and nature creates colorful and fascinating pictures of the world around, making them mysterious and mysterious. It is amazing that with sympathy, compassion, strong friendship and unshakable will, the hero always manages to resolve all troubles and misfortunes. A person's worldview is formed gradually, and such works are extremely important and instructive for our young readers. The fairy tale "Adventure" by V. Yu. Dragunsky is definitely worth reading for free online, there is a lot of kindness, love and chastity in it, which is useful for educating a young individual.
Last Saturday and Sunday I visited Dimka. This is such a handsome man, the son of my uncle Misha and aunt Galya. They live in Leningrad. If I have time, I will tell you how Dimka and I walked and what we saw in this beautiful city. This is a very interesting and funny story.
And now there will be a simple story about how I was supposed to fly to my mother in Moscow. This is also amusing, because it was an adventure.
In general, I flew on a plane, but alone, on my own, never! Uncle Misha was supposed to put me on the plane. I will fly safely, and in Moscow, at the airport, my father and mother will have to meet me. That's how interesting and simple everything was conceived for us.
And in the evening, when Uncle Misha and I arrived at the Leningrad airport, it turned out that somewhere there had been some kind of delay with transport, and because of this, many people who did not get on Moscow flights accumulated at the airport, and a tall, foldable the uncle sensibly explained to us all that the situation is as follows: there are many of us, but there is only one plane, and therefore whoever manages to get into this plane will fly to Moscow. And I took an oath to get on this particular plane: after all, my dad will definitely meet me in Moscow.
And Uncle Misha, having heard this "pleasant" news, said to me:
As soon as you get on the plane, wave your hand to me, then I will immediately run to the phone, call your dad that you, they say, have taken off, he will wake up, get dressed and go to the airport to meet you. Understood?
I said:
Got it!
And he himself thought about Uncle Misha: “That's how kind and polite. Another would have taken everything, and this one would also call my relatives. And here I will be like a relay race. He will call, and dad will come to meet, and without them I will sit on the plane for only an hour, and there, on the plane, they are also all my own. It's okay, don't be afraid!"
I said out loud again:
Don’t be angry that I have nothing but worries, I will soon learn to fly alone, on my own, and I won’t bother you so much ...
Uncle Misha said:
What are you, sir! I am very happy! And Dimka was so glad to see you! And Aunt Galya! Well, hold on! He handed me the ticket and fell silent. And I also shut up.
And then suddenly began landing on the plane. It was a pandemonium. Everyone rushed to the plane, and I ran ahead of everyone, everyone else followed me.
I ran to the stairs, there were two girls at the top. Just beauties. I ran up to them and handed them the ticket. They asked me:
You are alone?
I told them everything and went to the plane. I sat down by the window and began to look at the crowd of mourners. Uncle Misha was nearby, then I began to wave and smile at him. He caught this smile, made me under the visor and immediately turned and walked to the phone to call my dad. I took a breath and looked around. There were a lot of people, and everyone was in a hurry to sit down and fly away. The time was already late. Finally everyone settled down, spread out their things, and I heard that the engine was started. He hummed and growled for a long time. I even got bored.
I leaned back in the seat and quietly closed my eyes to take a nap. Then I heard the plane move, and I opened my mouth wide so that my ears wouldn't hurt. Then a flight attendant came up to me, I opened my eyes - on her tray there were a hundred or a thousand small sour, and mint, too, sweets. My neighbor took one, then the second, and I immediately took heels and three or four or five more things. Still, the sweets are delicious, I will treat the guys from the class. They will gladly take it, because these candies are airy, from an airplane. Here you don't want to, but you'll take it. The stewardess stood and smiled: they say, take as much as you like, we do not mind! I began to suck on the candy and suddenly felt that the plane was descending. I leaned against the window.
My neighbor said:
Look how fast they arrived!
But then I noticed that a lot of lights appeared ahead of us below us. I told my neighbor:
Look, Moscow!
She began to look and suddenly began to sing in a bass voice:
- "My Moscow, beauty ..."
But then the stewardess came out from behind the curtain, the same one who delivered sweets. I was glad that now she would distribute more. But she said
Comrade passengers, due to bad weather, the Moscow airport is closed. We flew back to Leningrad. The next flight will be at seven o'clock in the morning. Settle in for the night as much as possible.
Then my neighbor stopped singing. Everyone around them murmured angrily.
People went down the stairs and walked calmly home to come back in the morning. I couldn't go home quietly. I didn't remember where Uncle Misha lives. I didn't know how to get to it. I had to stick to the company of those who have nowhere to sleep. There were a lot of them too, and they all went to a restaurant for dinner. And I followed them. Everyone sat down at the tables. I sat down too. Took a seat. There was a pay phone nearby, long distance. I called Moscow. Who do you think picked up the phone? My own mother. She said:
I said:
She said:
It's hard to hear. Who do you need?
I said:
Anastasia Vasilievna.
She said:
Hard to hear! Maria Petrovna?
I said:
You! You! You! Mom, is that you?
She said:
It's hard to hear. Speak separately, spell by letter.
I said:
Um-ah, um-ah. Mom, it's me. She said:
Deniska, is that you?
I said:
I'll be leaving tomorrow at seven o'clock in the morning. Our Moscow airfield is closed, so all is well. Let pe-a-pe-a ve-es-tre-tit em-e-nya-me!
She said:
He-a-re-a-she-oh!
I said:
Well, be ze-de-o-ro-ve-a!
She said:
Zhe-de-u! Dad will come out to meet at exactly seven!
I hung up, and my heart immediately felt light. And I went to dinner. I asked to bring me meatballs with pasta and a glass of tea. While I was eating cutlets, I thought, seeing how wide, comfortable chairs are here: “Uh, yes, it will be great to sleep on these chairs here.”
But while I was eating, a miracle happened: exactly half a minute later I saw that all the chairs, absolutely all, were occupied. And he thought: “Nothing, not a von-baron, I’ll sleep on the floor! Wow, how much space!
Just miracles in a sieve! Half a second later I look - the whole floor is occupied: passengers, shopping bags, suitcases, bags, even children, there is simply nowhere to step. This is where I got pissed off!
Then I went, carefully stepping between sitting, lying and reclining people. I just went for a walk around the airport.
Walking among the sleeping kingdom was awkward. I looked at the clock. It's already half past twelve.
And suddenly I came to another door, on which it was written: "Long-distance telephone." And it dawned on me right away! This is where you can sleep well. I quietly opened the felted door.
Stop! I had to jump right away: two people had already settled there. Unk. Officers. They looked at me and I looked at them.
Then I said:
Who are you?
Then one of them, with a mustache, said:
We are foundlings!
I felt sorry for them, and I stupidly asked:
Where are your parents?
The mustachioed made a plaintive face and seemed to cry:
Please, I beg you, find me my dad!
And the second, who was younger, laughed like a tiger. And then I realized that this mustachioed man was joking, because he also laughed, and I laughed after him. And now we were laughing together. And they beckoned me to them and made room. I was warm, but cramped and uncomfortable, because the phone rang all the time and the light bulb burned brightly.
Then we wrote on the newspaper in large letters: "The machine does not work," and the young man turned out the light bulb. The calls are silent, there is no light. A minute later, my adult friends asked such a snorer, which is just a miracle. It looked like they were sawing huge logs with huge saws. Sleep was impossible.
And I lay and all the time thought about my adventure. It turned out very funny, and I smiled all the time in the dark.
Suddenly, a loud, completely sleepless voice rang out:
To the attention of passengers flying on the flight Leningrad - Moscow! Tu-104 aircraft number 52-48, flying out of schedule, takes off in fifteen minutes, at four fifty-five minutes. Boarding of passengers upon presentation of tickets from gate number two!
I immediately jumped up, as if tousled, and began to wake my neighbors. I spoke to them quietly but distinctly:
Anxiety! Anxiety! Get up, they tell you!
They immediately jumped up, and the mustachioed felt and screwed in the light bulb.
I explained to them what it was. The mustachioed soldier immediately said:
Well done, boy!
Now I will go with you to any intelligence.
Didn't abandon, then, his foundlings?
I said:
What do you like!
We ran to gate number two and boarded the plane.
There were no more beautiful flight attendants, but we didn't care. And when we took off into the air, the military man, who was younger, suddenly burst out laughing.
What are you? the mustachioed man asked him.
“The machine doesn’t work,” he replied. - Ha-ha-ha! "The machine doesn't work"!
They forgot to remove the inscription, - the mustachioed answered.
After about forty minutes, we sat down safely in Moscow, and when we left, it turned out that absolutely no one was meeting us.
I looked for my dad. He wasn't there... He wasn't anywhere.
I didn't know how to get home. I was just sad. At least cry. And I probably would have cried, but my night friends suddenly approached me, with a mustache and who is younger.
Mustache said:
What, didn't you meet dad?
I said:
Didn't meet. The young one asked:
When did you agree with him?
I said:
I told him to come to the plane, which takes off at seven in the morning.
Young said:
All clear! There's a misunderstanding here. After all, we flew out at five!
Mustachioed intervened in our conversation:
Meet me, we're not going anywhere! Have you ever ridden a goat?
I said:
The first time I've heard! What is this "goat"?
He replied:
Now you will see.
And they waved their hands with the young.
A small, curvy car, stained and dirty, drove up to the airport entrance. The driver-soldier had a cheerful face.
My military friends got into the car.
When they sat down there, I began to feel sad. I stood there and didn't know what to do. There was sadness. I stood and everything. The mustachioed leaned out the window and said.
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Deniska Stories: Adventure
Last Saturday and Sunday I was visiting Dimka. This is such a handsome man, the son of my uncle Misha and aunt Galya. They live in Leningrad. If I have time, I will tell you how Dimka and I walked and what we saw in this beautiful city. This is a very interesting and funny story.
And now there will be a simple story about how I was supposed to fly to my mother in Moscow. This is also amusing, because it was an adventure.
In general, I flew on a plane, but alone, on my own, never! Uncle Misha was supposed to put me on the plane. I will fly safely, and in Moscow, at the airport, my father and mother will have to meet me. That's how interesting and simple everything was conceived for us.
And in the evening, when Uncle Misha and I arrived at the Leningrad airport, it turned out that somewhere there had been some kind of delay with transport, and because of this, many people who did not get on Moscow flights accumulated at the airport, and a tall, foldable the uncle sensibly explained to us all that the situation is as follows: there are many of us, but there is only one plane, and therefore whoever manages to get into this plane will fly to Moscow. And I took an oath to get on this particular plane: after all, my dad will definitely meet me in Moscow.
And Uncle Misha, having heard this "pleasant" news, said to me:
- As soon as you get on the plane, wave your hand to me, then I will immediately run to the phone, call your dad that you supposedly flew out, he will wake up, get dressed and go to the airport to meet you. Understood?
I said:
- Got it!
And he himself thought about Uncle Misha: “That's how kind and polite. Another would have taken everything, and this one would also call my relatives. And here I will be like a relay race. He will call, and dad will come to meet, and without them I will sit on the plane for only an hour, and there, on the plane, they are also all my own. It's okay, don't be afraid!"
I said out loud again:
“Don’t be angry that there’s only anxiety with me, I will soon learn to fly alone, on my own, and I won’t bother you so much ...
Uncle Misha said:
- What are you, gracious sovereign! I am very happy! And Dimka was so glad to see you! And Aunt Galya! Well, hold on! He handed me the ticket and fell silent. And I also shut up.
And then suddenly began landing on the plane. It was a pandemonium. Everyone rushed to the plane, and I ran ahead of everyone, everyone else followed me.
I ran to the stairs, there were two girls at the top. Just beauties. I ran up to them and handed them the ticket. They asked me:
- You are alone?
I told them everything and went to the plane. I sat down by the window and began to look at the crowd of mourners. Uncle Misha was nearby, then I began to wave and smile at him. He caught this smile, made me under the visor and immediately turned and walked to the phone to call my dad. I took a breath and looked around. There were a lot of people, and everyone was in a hurry to sit down and fly away. The time was already late. Finally everyone settled down, spread out their things, and I heard that the engine was started. He hummed and growled for a long time. I even got bored.
I leaned back in the seat and quietly closed my eyes to take a nap. Then I heard the plane move, and I opened my mouth wide so that my ears wouldn't hurt. Then a flight attendant came up to me, I opened my eyes - on her tray there were a hundred or a thousand small sour, and mint, too, sweets. My neighbor took one, then the second, and I immediately took heels and three or four or five more things. Still, the sweets are delicious, I will treat the guys from the class. They will gladly take it, because these candies are airy, from an airplane. Here you don't want to, but you'll take it. The stewardess stood and smiled: they say, take as much as you like, we do not mind! I began to suck on the candy and suddenly felt that the plane was descending. I leaned against the window.
My neighbor said:
- Look how fast they arrived!
But then I noticed that a lot of lights appeared ahead of us below us. I told my neighbor:
- Look, Moscow!
She began to look and suddenly began to sing in a bass voice:
- "My Moscow, beauty ..."
But then the stewardess came out from behind the curtain, the same one who delivered sweets. I was glad that now she would distribute more. But she said
- Comrade passengers, due to bad weather, the Moscow airport is closed. We flew back to Leningrad. The next flight will be at seven o'clock in the morning. Settle in for the night as much as possible.
Then my neighbor stopped singing. Everyone around them murmured angrily.
People went down the stairs and walked calmly home to come back in the morning. I couldn't go home quietly. I didn't remember where Uncle Misha lives. I didn't know how to get to it. I had to stick to the company of those who have nowhere to sleep. There were a lot of them too, and they all went to a restaurant for dinner. And I followed them. Everyone sat down at the tables. I sat down too. Took a seat. There was a pay phone nearby, long distance. I called Moscow. Who do you think picked up the phone? My own mother. She said:
- Hello!
I said:
- Hello!
She said:
- Hard to hear. Who do you need?
I said:
- Anastasia Vasilievna.
She said:
- It's hard to hear! Maria Petrovna?
I said:
- You! You! You! Mom, is that you?
She said:
- Hard to hear. Speak separately, spell by letter.
I said:
- Um, uh. Mom, it's me. She said:
- Deniska, is that you?
I said:
- I'll be leaving tomorrow at seven o'clock in the morning. Our Moscow airfield is closed, so all is well. Let pe-a-pe-a ve-es-tre-tit em-e-nya-me!
She said:
- He-a-re-a-she-oh!
I said:
- Well, be ze-de-o-ro-ve-a!
She said:
- Zhe-de-u! Dad will come out to meet at exactly seven!
I hung up, and my heart immediately felt light. And I went to dinner. I asked to bring me meatballs with pasta and a glass of tea. While I was eating cutlets, I thought, seeing how wide, comfortable chairs are here: “Uh, yes, it will be great to sleep on these chairs here.”
But while I was eating, a miracle happened: exactly half a minute later I saw that all the chairs, absolutely all, were occupied. And he thought: “Nothing, not a von-baron, I’ll sleep on the floor! Wow, how much space!
Just miracles in a sieve! Half a second later I look - the whole floor is occupied: passengers, shopping bags, suitcases, bags, even children, there is simply nowhere to step. This is where I got pissed off!
Then I went, carefully stepping between sitting, lying and reclining people. I just went for a walk around the airport.
Walking among the sleeping kingdom was awkward. I looked at the clock. It's already half past twelve.
And suddenly I came to another door, on which it was written: "Long-distance telephone." And it dawned on me right away! This is where you can sleep well. I quietly opened the felted door.
Stop! I had to jump right away: two people had already settled there. Unk. Officers. They looked at me and I looked at them.
Last Saturday and Sunday I was visiting Dimka. This is such a handsome man, the son of my uncle Misha and aunt Galya. They live in Leningrad. If I have time, I will tell you how Dimka and I walked and what we saw in this beautiful city. This is a very interesting and funny story.
And now there will be a simple story about how I was supposed to fly to my mother in Moscow. This is also amusing, because it was an adventure.
In general, I flew on a plane, but alone, on my own, never! Uncle Misha was supposed to put me on the plane. I will fly safely, and in Moscow, at the airport, my father and mother will have to meet me. That's how interesting and simple everything was conceived for us.
And in the evening, when Uncle Misha and I arrived at the Leningrad airport, it turned out that somewhere there had been some kind of delay with transport, and because of this, many people who did not get on Moscow flights accumulated at the airport, and a tall, foldable the uncle sensibly explained to us all that the situation is as follows: there are many of us, but there is only one plane, and therefore whoever manages to get into this plane will fly to Moscow. And I took an oath to get on this particular plane: after all, my dad will definitely meet me in Moscow.
And Uncle Misha, having heard this "pleasant" news, said to me:
As soon as you get on the plane, wave your hand to me, then I will immediately run to the phone, call your dad that you, they say, have taken off, he will wake up, get dressed and go to the airport to meet you. Understood?
I said:
Got it!
And he himself thought about Uncle Misha: “That's how kind and polite. Another would have taken everything, and this one would also call my relatives. And here I will be like a relay race. He will call, and dad will come to meet, and without them I will sit on the plane for only an hour, and there, on the plane, they are also all my own. It's okay, don't be afraid!"
I said out loud again:
Don't be angry that I'm the only one worrying, I'll soon learn to fly alone, on my own, and I won't bother you so much...
Uncle Misha said:
What are you, sir! I am very happy! And Dimka was so glad to see you! And Aunt Galya! Well, hold on! He handed me the ticket and fell silent. And I also shut up.
And then suddenly began landing on the plane. It was a pandemonium. Everyone rushed to the plane, and I ran ahead of everyone, everyone else followed me.
I ran to the stairs, there were two girls at the top. Just beauties. I ran up to them and handed them the ticket. They asked me:
You are alone?
I told them everything and went to the plane. I sat down by the window and began to look at the crowd of mourners. Uncle Misha was nearby, then I began to wave and smile at him. He caught this smile, made me under the visor and immediately turned and walked to the phone to call my dad. I took a breath and looked around. There were a lot of people, and everyone was in a hurry to sit down and fly away. The time was already late. Finally everyone settled down, spread out their things, and I heard that the engine was started. He hummed and growled for a long time. I even got bored.
I leaned back in the seat and quietly closed my eyes to take a nap. Then I heard the plane move, and I opened my mouth wide so that my ears wouldn't hurt. Then a flight attendant came up to me, I opened my eyes - on her tray there were a hundred or a thousand small sour, and mint, too, sweets. My neighbor took one, then the second, and I immediately took heels and three or four or five more things. Still, the sweets are delicious, I will treat the guys from the class. They will gladly take it, because these candies are airy, from an airplane. Here you don't want to, but you'll take it. The stewardess stood and smiled: they say, take as much as you like, we do not mind! I began to suck on the candy and suddenly felt that the plane was descending. I leaned against the window.
My neighbor said:
Look how fast they arrived!
But then I noticed that a lot of lights appeared ahead of us below us. I told my neighbor:
Look, Moscow!
She began to look and suddenly began to sing in a bass voice:
- "Moscow is my beauty..."
But then the stewardess came out from behind the curtain, the same one who delivered sweets. I was glad that now she would distribute more. But she said
Comrade passengers, due to bad weather, the Moscow airport is closed. We flew back to Leningrad. The next flight will be at seven o'clock in the morning. Settle in for the night as much as possible.
Then my neighbor stopped singing. Everyone around them murmured angrily.
People went down the stairs and walked calmly home to come back in the morning. I couldn't go home quietly. I didn't remember where Uncle Misha lives. I didn't know how to get to it. I had to stick to the company of those who have nowhere to sleep. There were a lot of them too, and they all went to a restaurant for dinner. And I followed them. Everyone sat down at the tables. I sat down too. Took a seat. There was a pay phone nearby, long distance. I called Moscow. Who do you think picked up the phone? My own mother. She said:
I said:
She said:
It's hard to hear. Who do you need?
I said:
Anastasia Vasilievna.
She said:
Hard to hear! Maria Petrovna?
I said:
You! You! You! Mom, is that you?
She said:
It's hard to hear. Speak separately, spell by letter.
I said:
Um-ah, um-ah. Mom, it's me. She said:
Deniska, is that you?
I said:
I'll be leaving tomorrow at seven o'clock in the morning. Our Moscow airfield is closed, so all is well. Let pe-a-pe-a ve-es-tre-tit em-e-nya-me!
She said:
He-a-re-a-she-oh!
I said:
Well, be ze-de-o-ro-ve-a!
She said:
Zhe-de-u! Dad will come out to meet at exactly seven!
I hung up, and my heart immediately felt light. And I went to dinner. I asked to bring me meatballs with pasta and a glass of tea. While I was eating cutlets, I thought, seeing how wide, comfortable chairs are here: “Uh, yes, it will be great to sleep on these chairs here.”
But while I was eating, a miracle happened: exactly half a minute later I saw that all the chairs, absolutely all, were occupied. And he thought: “Nothing, not a von-baron, I’ll sleep on the floor! Wow, how much space!
Just miracles in a sieve! Half a second later I look - the whole floor is occupied: passengers, shopping bags, suitcases, bags, even children, there is simply nowhere to step. This is where I got pissed off!
Then I went, carefully stepping between sitting, lying and reclining people. I just went for a walk around the airport.
Walking among the sleeping kingdom was awkward. I looked at the clock. It's already half past twelve.
And suddenly I came to another door, on which it was written: "Long-distance telephone." And it dawned on me right away! This is where you can sleep well. I quietly opened the felted door.
Stop! I had to jump right away: two people had already settled there. Unk. Officers. They looked at me and I looked at them.
Then I said:
Who are you?
Then one of them, with a mustache, said:
We are foundlings!
I felt sorry for them, and I stupidly asked:
Where are your parents?
The mustachioed made a plaintive face and seemed to cry:
Please, I beg you, find me my dad!
And the second, who was younger, laughed like a tiger. And then I realized that this mustachioed man was joking, because he also laughed, and I laughed after him. And now we were laughing together. And they beckoned me to them and made room. I was warm, but cramped and uncomfortable, because the phone rang all the time and the light bulb burned brightly.
Then we wrote on the newspaper in large letters: "The machine does not work," and the young man turned out the light bulb. The calls are silent, there is no light. A minute later, my adult friends asked such a snorer, which is just a miracle. It looked like they were sawing huge logs with huge saws. Sleep was impossible.
And I lay and all the time thought about my adventure. It turned out very funny, and I smiled all the time in the dark.
Suddenly, a loud, completely sleepless voice rang out:
To the attention of passengers flying on the flight Leningrad - Moscow! Tu-104 aircraft number 52-48, flying out of schedule, takes off in fifteen minutes, at four fifty-five minutes. Boarding of passengers upon presentation of tickets from gate number two!
I immediately jumped up, as if tousled, and began to wake my neighbors. I spoke to them quietly but distinctly:
Anxiety! Anxiety! Get up, they tell you!
They immediately jumped up, and the mustachioed felt and screwed in the light bulb.
I explained to them what it was. The mustachioed soldier immediately said:
Well done, boy!
Now I will go with you to any intelligence.
Didn't abandon, then, his foundlings?
I said:
What do you like!
We ran to gate number two and boarded the plane.
There were no more beautiful flight attendants, but we didn't care. And when we took off into the air, the military man, who was younger, suddenly burst out laughing.
What are you? the mustachioed man asked him.
“The machine doesn’t work,” he replied. - Ha-ha-ha! "The machine doesn't work"!
They forgot to remove the inscription, - the mustachioed answered.
After about forty minutes, we sat down safely in Moscow, and when we left, it turned out that absolutely no one was meeting us.
I looked for my dad. He wasn't there... He wasn't anywhere.
I didn't know how to get home. I was just sad. At least cry. And I probably would have cried, but my night friends suddenly approached me, with a mustache and who is younger.
Mustache said:
What, didn't you meet dad?
I said:
Didn't meet. The young one asked:
When did you agree with him?
I said:
I told him to come to the plane, which takes off at seven in the morning.
Young said:
All clear! There's a misunderstanding here. After all, we flew out at five!
Mustachioed intervened in our conversation:
Meet me, we're not going anywhere! Have you ever ridden a goat?
I said:
The first time I've heard! What is this "goat"?
He replied:
Now you will see.
And they waved their hands with the young.
A small, curvy car, stained and dirty, drove up to the airport entrance. The driver-soldier had a cheerful face.
My military friends got into the car.
When they sat down there, I began to feel sad. I stood there and didn't know what to do. There was sadness. I stood and everything. The mustachioed leaned out the window and said:
And where do you live?
I replied.
He said:
Aliyev! Debt good turn deserves another?
He answered from the car:
Mustachioed smiled at me:
Sit down, Deniska, next to the driver. You will know what a soldier's income is.
The driver smiled kindly. In my opinion, he looked like Uncle Misha.
Sit down, sit down. I'll ride with the wind! he said hoarsely.
I immediately sat down next to him. I had fun in my heart. That's what the military means! You won't get lost with them.
I said out loud:
Cart row!
The driver turned on the gas. We rushed.