Evgeny Permyak. "The worst thing"
For the taste of a modern parent, Evgeny Permyak is too straightforward. He calls white white, black black. However, for a child of six years old, its instructive tone can be understandable and useful.
Vovka is a strong and tough boy. Taking advantage of his physical superiority, he offends everyone around him. And here is the logical result: the day comes when everyone turns away from Vovka, even his own resigned grandmother. What could be worse than this?
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Sergey Ivanov. “Tell me, is it morning already?”
One summer, the hero of this story goes to the dacha with his family. True, the dacha is located in the Far North. Dad warned him that the train would arrive at its destination early in the morning, but did not say that there is no night in the Far North in the summer. The boy wakes up, sees that it is daylight outside, and raises the alarm, thinking that the family has passed the right station. The little man is deeply struck by the complexity of the world around him, its unexpected unknowability.
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Educational tales for children 6-7 years old
Educational tales for preschool children
Rule
One day, two boys on bicycles were riding along the path around the fountain in the yard. One boy had a red bicycle, and the other had a green one. They rode one after another: a boy on a red bicycle in front, and a boy on a green bicycle behind him. The boy who was driving behind was tired of being second, but he was unable to overtake and go around his friend. Then he turned around and drove towards his friend. When the boys met, they should have gone to different sides of the path, but none of them wanted to move from the middle of the path. The boys stopped opposite each other and started a verbal altercation: “Let me go, I need to pass!” - announced the boy on the green bicycle, who changed his direction. “You’re driving the wrong way, you should go this way!” Move over! - his friend answered him. - It’s you who bothers me! I'm going there! – the boy, who changed direction, waved his hand, indicating where he was going. “Why do you have to go there, it’s wrong, you and I were going there,” his friend protested. - I was the first to go out for a ride! – the boy on the green bicycle put forward an argument. - So what. I'm in a hurry for important negotiations! - his friend answered him. - Just think, I am the Ministry of Emergency Situations, you must give way to me. With these words, the boy who changed direction, the one who was a rescuer from the Ministry of Emergency Situations, got off his green bicycle, walked up to his friend and pushed him. The friend who was going to the negotiations turned out to be strong, he did not fall, he got off his bike and pushed his friend, the EMERCOM worker, so that he fell straight into the bushes. Having got out of the bushes, the rescue boy climbed towards his friend with his fists. At this time, their bicycles stood on the path opposite each other and were worried. “It’s a pity,” said the red bicycle, whose owner was the boy who was going to the negotiations, “my owner will never get to the negotiations.” I didn’t quite figure out who he considered himself to be, a diplomat or a businessman, but I see that he will never be either one or the other. “Yes,” agreed the second bicycle, “he certainly won’t be a diplomat, he doesn’t know how to negotiate.” He was unable to come to an agreement with my master. Maybe he was going to business negotiations. - Maybe. But he is unlikely to be able to become a businessman either. A businessman also necessarily needs the same qualities as a diplomat: restraint, tact, respect for a partner. “My master will never be a rescuer either,” the green bicycle said sadly. – Probably, yes, it won’t. What kind of rescuer is he? Most likely he was a thug. How he ran into my master! Meanwhile, the boys, cuffing each other, decided to continue on their way. Moreover, each of the boys wanted to be the first to slip in their own direction. They both jumped on their bikes at the same time and rode towards each other. The bicycles collided. The boys themselves hit each other painfully. Grandfather was sitting on a bench nearby. He approached the boys and asked: “What are you?” Don't know how to leave? - None of your business! – the rescue boy was rude. “We’re going on business,” answered the second boy. “And he drove into oncoming traffic and blocked my way.” - He drove into oncoming traffic! My business is more important, I am a rescuer from the Ministry of Emergency Situations. – And who are you rushing to save? Are you going to a fire? - Grandfather asked. - Yes! “Then you’re late,” said grandfather sadly. “While you were arguing and fighting here, the house, if they were waiting for you there, would have already burned down.” You failed to save anyone. You don't have to rush anymore. If you hadn't wasted your time arguing and fighting, you could have helped a lot of people. I hope the real rescuers put out the fire and saved the residents. -Who should I save? “I think,” said the grandfather, “if you do not follow the road rule, you will not only not be able to save anyone, but you will also get into trouble yourself.” -What other rule? – the rescue boy muttered. – Have you ever seen motorists rushing at each other head-on? Of course not. All cars driving towards each other move away. Each car drives on the right side of the road, and it turns out that oncoming cars are driving on different sides. This rule is established for all transport participants. People were passing by. The old man pointed at them: “You see, the pedestrians don’t attack each other, they all disperse.” You should too. – I understand, we shouldn’t drive in the middle of the road! – the boy who was going to the negotiations was delighted. – If we drive along the edge of the path, we won’t hit each other. “That’s right,” answered the grandfather, nodding his head approvingly. The boys moved their bicycles to the right, and since they were standing towards each other, it turned out that they parted in different directions. Now the boys no longer touched each other and could calmly part ways. Having cheerfully jumped on their bicycles, they each rushed off in their own direction. Having rolled around, the boys drove up to their grandfather. “Grandfather,” the boy who owned the red bicycle turned to his grandfather, “we rode correctly, on the right side, and did not touch each other.” So we can be motorists? “To become a motorist, you need to know and follow not one, but many road rules, you need to know road signs and indicators,” answered the grandfather. – When you grow up, you will definitely learn all of them. Before going on the road, everyone must take exams according to these rules. - How do we recognize them? - the boys asked. – All of them are written in special textbooks. “They are registered,” the rescue boy muttered dissatisfiedly, “but I still don’t know how to read.” “It’s no problem,” answered the grandfather. – When you become an adult, you will definitely be able to read well. In the meantime, your parents and teachers will teach you some rules. There’s one rule you already know for sure, right? – Grandfather asked, slyly peering into the boys’ faces. “We know,” the friends answered almost in unison. – You should always drive on the right side of the road.
In good hands
Two girls were playing in the park. They blew colorful soap bubbles. Their mothers sat at a distance on a bench and watched them. A man entered the park with a box in his hands. Stopping next to the girls and mothers, the man took a small, cute, eared puppy out of the box and sat it down on the playground. After greeting everyone, the man announced: “I’ll give the puppy to good hands.” He explained that he loved this puppy very much, but circumstances were such that he needed to leave urgently, and he would not be able to take the puppy with him. - Who wants to take it? – the man asked, looking around at the mothers and girls. Both girls and mothers became interested in the puppy. One of the girls gently picked him up and held him close. “Mom, let’s take him,” she asked her mother. “He’s so cute, so funny.” The girl lovingly gently stroked the puppy's head with her finger. The puppy was very small because he was young in age, and also because he was a puppy of small indoor dogs. The girl's mother immediately agreed. But suddenly the second girl loudly declared: “No, I’ll take it!” This is my puppy! With these words, the second girl reached out to the puppy, grabbed his paws and pulled him towards her. - Carefully! – the girl holding the puppy shouted in fear. - You'll tear off his paws! With these words, she hastily handed it over to the girl, who was ready to tear off the puppy’s paws just to take possession of it. “Mom,” the second girl turned to her mother, “let’s take him!” The girl's mother agreed. But the man who brought this puppy objected: “No, girl, I will never give it to you.” - Why? – the girl was indignant. - I want him! You said you were giving it away. “I said that I would give it to good hands,” the man answered. – This means that I will give it to good, kind people who will take care of it and protect it. He's completely defenseless. And you were ready to tear off his paws, you didn’t feel sorry for him at all. You were only thinking about yourself. The girl snorted offendedly and almost threw the puppy onto the playground. Another girl immediately carefully sat down next to the baby, checking to see if he was hurt. “And you, girl, take it,” the man said, turning to the girl who sat down next to the puppy. “I see you will be a true friend to him.” I think he will always make you happy too. The girl stood up with the puppy in her hands. Her face shone with happiness and delight. Her mother was happy too. The man was happy too. He saw that he was passing the puppy into good hands.
Mischievous boy
The mischievous boy was very fond of mischief: he would break a rose that someone had carefully planted in the front garden, he would break a sand castle built by the boys in the sandbox, he would pull a girl’s braid, he would scare away a cat. His mischievous tricks spoiled the mood of those around him, and this made the mischievous boy happy. On the first of September, the day when all schoolchildren returned to school after a long summer vacation, the mischievous boy was also getting ready for school. He began to think about what harm he could do today. He put a previously prepared stone into his school backpack in order to throw it into the fountain pool and splash the children passing nearby. He did not forget to put a thick black felt-tip pen in his backpack, this was in order to paint the window sills and walls at school. I took the buttons in case someone managed to place them on the chair. He set an alarm on his phone for the time when the first lesson would take place. The Good Fairy saw the bad boy's preparations and decided to teach him a lesson. She made this boy appear through the looking glass. Coming out of the entrance of the house, the mischievous boy saw the neighbor's cat, whom he always scared. But now he held the door and called the cat in a feignedly affectionate voice: “Go, I’ll hold the door.” And he himself already intended to pinch the cat's tail. The cat knew the boy’s bad temper and was in no hurry to enter the entrance. But suddenly another boy appeared from behind the door, very much like two peas in a pod, looking like a mischievous boy, and pushed the door. The door slammed right on the mischievous boy's finger. The mischievous boy exclaimed in pain, shook his hand, and blew on his sore finger. - What, does it hurt? – asked a boy similar to him, letting the cat into the entrance. “It would hurt the cat just as much if you pinched its tail.” With these words, the mysterious boy, who looked like a bad boy, disappeared, and the bad boy went to school. Having reached the fountain, he took the stone he had prepared from his backpack and began to wait for the approaching guys. But suddenly, from the other side, a stone the same size as the one he was holding in his hands flew into the water, and the splashes caused by its fall into the water splashed the harmful boy from head to toe. - What, is it fun? - asked the splashed boy, a mysterious boy similar to him appeared out of nowhere. “It would be the same for everyone else you sprayed.” Having said this, the mysterious boy disappeared. “Now everyone will laugh at me,” thought the mischievous boy, but the guys who approached him did not even think of laughing at him, on the contrary, they tried to help him dry off. It was festive and fun in the schoolyard. Only the mischievous boy was not having much fun, because he had not yet managed to commit a single crime. “It would be great if the paint on the benches wasn’t dry,” thought the mischievous boy, watching the girls sit on the bench. But the paint was well dried, no one got smeared in it. “I’ll go pull that little girl’s braid,” decided the mischievous boy, heading towards the girl with white bows woven into her braids. As soon as the mischievous boy extended his hand to the girl’s pigtail, someone gave him a strong slap on the back of the head. - Eh! What are you doing? – the mischievous boy was indignant, seeing next to him the same boy who looked like himself. - Aren’t you having fun? – asked the mysterious boy. “The girl you wanted to pull by the braid just now would feel the same way as you do now.” Before the mischievous boy could answer, the mysterious boy disappeared. “Hmm, it’s not at all unpleasant when they slap you on the head, pinch your finger, or spray you with water,” thought the mischievous boy. - Okay, I won’t push buttons on anyone, it’s probably also unpleasant to sit on a sharp button. But I’ll write on the windowsill.” With these thoughts, the mischievous boy entered the clean school lobby, went to the back window, took out a felt-tip pen and began to think about what to write. There were three options - “Verka is imaginary”, “Tolyan is an idiot” or “All teachers are fools”. I decided to write about teachers, but I couldn’t write it. Someone covered the window sill with white paint, which the mischievous boy got his hand into. - What, unpleasant? – the mischievous boy heard behind him. Once again it was a boy mysteriously appearing and disappearing. - And who are you? – the mischievous boy asked him angrily. – I am you, only through the looking glass. – What another looking glass! – the mischievous boy was indignant. - It only happens in a fairy tale. - And you are in the fairy tale. The Good Fairy decided to teach you a lesson for your harmfulness, so she placed you through the looking glass. - Forever? – the mischievous boy asked in fear. – I don’t know, it all depends on you. I think she will release you when you reform. - What is there to improve? – You must stop causing harm. - Oh, but this is so cool! These are jokes, this is fun. - Funny? – asked the mysterious boy. “I didn’t notice that you were having much fun.” “Although, only those who do harm have fun,” agreed the mischievous boy. The mysterious boy objected: “I didn’t have fun when I pinched your finger, I didn’t have fun when I splashed you, when I slapped you on the back of the head.” And now I'm not having fun. Come on, dry yourself quickly. The mysterious boy gave the mischievous boy a napkin, with which the mischievous boy quickly wiped the paint off his hand. “Yes, perhaps you’re right,” agreed the mischievous boy, “this isn’t fun for anyone.” With these words, he took out his phone and turned off the alarm on it, which was supposed to ring during the lesson. When the mischievous boy looked up, the mysterious boy was no longer nearby. There were a few minutes left before the start of the lesson, and the mischievous boy went to his class. It is not known how long the mischievous boy remained behind the looking glass. It is only known that now it does not harm anyone, but on the contrary, it suppresses other pests.
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