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Dreamers - Nosov N.N.

A funny story about Mishutka and Stasik, who told each other all sorts of tall tales - they competed to see who could lie to whom. One day, neighbor Igor sat down on their bench. The boy told how he really deceived his mother by eating half a jar of jam and blamed it on his sister...

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Mishutka and Stasik were sitting on a bench in the garden and talking. Only they didn’t just talk like other guys, but told each other various tall tales, as if they were going to a bet over who would lie to whom.

How old are you? - asks Mishutka.

Ninety five. And you?

And I'm one hundred and forty.

You know,” says Mishutka, “I used to be big, big, like Uncle Borya, but then I became small.”

And I,” says Stasik, “at first I was small, and then I grew up big, and then I became small again, and now I’ll soon be big again.

And when I was big, I could swim across the entire river,” says Mishutka.

Uh! And I could swim across the sea!

Just think - the sea! I swam across the ocean!

I used to know how to fly!

Come on, fly!

Now I can’t: I’ve forgotten how.

“I was swimming in the sea once,” says Mishutka, “and a shark attacked me.” I hit her with my fist, and she grabbed me by the head and took a bite.

No, really!

Why didn't you die?

Why should I die? I swam ashore and went home.

Headless?

Of course, without a head. Why do I need a head?

How did you walk without a head?

So it went. It's like you can't walk without a head.

Why are you so confused now?

The other one has grown.

“Crafty idea!” - Stasik was jealous. He wanted to tell a better lie than Mishutka.

Well, that's what! - he said. - I was once in Africa, and a crocodile ate me there.

That's how I lied! - Mishutka laughed.

Not at all.

Why are you alive now?

So he then spat me out.

Mishutka thought about it. He wanted to misrepresent Stasik. He thought and thought, and finally said:

One day I was walking down the street. There are trams, cars, trucks all around...

I know I know! - Stasik shouted. - Now tell me how the tram ran over you. You've already lied about it.

Nothing like this. I do not mean it.

Here I go, not bothering anyone. Suddenly a bus comes towards us. I didn’t notice him, I stepped on him - once! - and crushed it into a cake.

Ha ha ha! These are lies!

But these are not lies!

How could you crush a bus?

So he was very small, like a toy. The boy was dragging him on a string.

Well, that’s not surprising,” said Stasik. - I flew to the moon once.

Eva, where did you go? - Mishutka laughed.

Do not believe? Honestly!

What did you fly?

On a rocket. What else do they use to fly to the moon? As if you don’t know yourself!

What did you see there on the Moon?

Well... - Stasik hesitated. - What did I see there? I didn't see anything.

Ha ha ha! - Mishutka laughed. - And he says he flew to the moon!

Of course I flew.

Why didn't you see anything?

And it was dark. I was flying at night. In a dream. I boarded a rocket and flew into outer space. Woohoo! And then when I fly back... I flew and flew, and then I hit the ground... and I woke up...

“Ah,” said Mishutka. - I would have said so right away. I didn’t know that you were in a dream.

Then neighbor Igor came and sat down next to him on a bench. He listened, listened to Mishutka and Stasik, then said:

They're lying! And aren't you ashamed?

Why are you ashamed? “We are not deceiving anyone,” said Stasik. “We’re just making things up, like we’re telling fairy tales.”

Fairy tales! - Igor snorted contemptuously. - Found something to do!

And you think it’s easy to make things up!

What's easier!

Well, come up with something.

Now... - said Igor. - Please.

Mishutka and Stasik were delighted and prepared to listen.

“Now,” Igor repeated. - Uh-uh... um... ahem... uh-uh...

Well, why are you all “uh” and “uh”!

Now! Let me see.

Well, think, think!

Uh-uh,” Igor said again and looked at the sky. - Now, now... uh...

Well, why aren’t you making things up? He said - what could be simpler!

Now... Here! One time I was teasing a dog, and she grabbed me by the leg and bit me. There's even a scar left.

Well, what did you come up with here? - asked Stasik.

Nothing. He told me how it happened.

And he said - he is a master of inventing!

I am a master, but not like you. You all lie, but to no avail, but I lied yesterday, and it benefits me.

What's the use?

And here. Last night mom and dad left, and Ira and I stayed at home. Ira went to bed, and I went into the cupboard and ate half a jar of jam. Then I think: I wish I hadn’t gotten into trouble. I took Irka’s lips and smeared it with jam.

Mom came: “Who ate the jam?” I say: “Ira.” Mom looked and saw jam all over her lips. This morning she got some from her mother, and my mother gave me some more jam. That's the benefit.

It means that because of you, someone else got it, and you’re happy! - said Mishutka.

What do you want?

Nothing for me. But you, what is it called... Liar! Here!

You yourself are liars!

Leave! We don’t want to sit on the bench with you.

I myself won’t sit with you.

Igor got up and left. Mishutka and Stasik also went home. On the way they came across an ice cream stand. They stopped, began to rummage in their pockets and count how much money they had. Both only had enough for one serving of ice cream.

“We’ll buy a portion and divide it in half,” Igor suggested.

The saleswoman gave them ice cream on a stick.

Let’s go home,” says Mishutka, “we’ll cut it with a knife to be precise.”

On the stairs they met Ira. Her eyes were teary.

Why were you crying? - asks Mishutka.

My mother didn't let me go out.

For the jam. And I didn’t eat it. It was Igor who told me about it. He probably ate it himself and blamed it on me.

Of course, Igor ate it. He boasted to us himself. Don't cry. “Come on, I’ll give you my half portion of ice cream,” said Mishutka.

And I’ll give you my half portion, I’ll just try it once and give it back,” Stasik promised.

Don't you want to do it yourself?

We do not want. “We’ve already eaten ten servings today,” said Stasik.

Let’s better divide this ice cream among three,” Ira suggested.

Right! - said Stasik. - Otherwise, your throat will hurt if you eat the whole portion alone.

They went home and divided the ice cream into three parts.

Delicious stuff! - said Mishutka. - I really like ice cream. One time I ate a whole bucket of ice cream.

Well, you're making everything up! - Ira laughed. - Who will believe you that you ate a bucket of ice cream!

So it was quite small, a bucket! It’s like paper, no more than a glass...

(Illustration by I. Semenov, published by Eksmo, 2017)

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Dreamers

Mishutka and Stasik were sitting on a bench in the garden and talking. Only they didn’t just talk like other guys, but told each other various tall tales, as if they were going to a bet over who would lie to whom.

How old are you? - asks Mishutka.

Ninety five. And you?

And I'm one hundred and forty. You know,” says Mishutka, “I used to be big, big, like Uncle Borya, but then I became small.”

And I,” says Stasik, “at first I was small, and then I grew up big, and then I became small again, and now I’ll soon be big again.

And when I was big, I could swim across the entire river,” says Mishutka.

Uh! And I could swim across the sea!

Just think - the sea! I swam across the ocean!

I used to know how to fly!

Come on, fly!

Now I can’t: I’ve forgotten how.

“I was swimming in the sea once,” says Mishutka, “and a shark attacked me.” I hit her with my fist, and she grabbed me by the head and took a bite.

You're lying!

No, really!

Why didn't you die?

Why should I die? I swam ashore and went home.

Headless?

Of course, without a head. Why do I need a head?

How did you walk without a head?

So it went. It's like you can't walk without a head.

Why are you so confused now?

The other one has grown.

"Crafty idea!" - Stasik was jealous. He wanted to tell a better lie than Mishutka.

Well, that's what! - he said. - I was once in Africa, and a crocodile ate me there.

That's how I lied! - Mishutka laughed.

Not at all.

Why are you alive now?

So he then spat me out.

Mishutka thought about it. He wanted to misrepresent Stasik. He thought and thought, and finally said:

One day I was walking down the street. There are trams, cars, trucks all around...

I know I know! - Stasik shouted. - Now tell me how the tram ran over you. You've already lied about it.

Nothing like this. I do not mean it.

Here I go, not bothering anyone. Suddenly a bus comes towards us. I didn’t notice him, I stepped on him - once! - and crushed it into a cake.

Ha ha ha! These are lies!

But these are not lies!

How could you crush a bus?

So he was very small, like a toy. The boy was dragging him on a string.

Well, that’s not surprising,” said Stasik. - I flew to the moon once.

Eva, where did you go? - Mishutka laughed.

Do not believe? Honestly!

What did you fly?

On a rocket. What else do they use to fly to the moon? As if you don’t know yourself!

What did you see there on the Moon?

Well... - Stasik hesitated. - What did I see there? I didn't see anything.

Ha ha ha! - Mishutka laughed. - And he says he flew to the moon!

Of course I flew.

Why didn't you see anything?

And it was dark. I was flying at night. In a dream. I got on a rocket and flew into outer space. Woohoo! And then when I fly back... I flew and flew, and then I hit the ground... and I woke up...

“Ah,” said Mishutka. - I would have said so right away. I didn’t know that you were in a dream.

Then neighbor Igor came and sat down next to him on a bench. He listened, listened to Mishutka and Stasik, then said:

They're lying! And aren't you ashamed?

Why are you ashamed? “We are not deceiving anyone,” said Stasik. “We’re just making things up, like we’re telling fairy tales.”

Fairy tales! - Igor snorted contemptuously. - Found something to do!

And you think it’s easy to make things up!

What's easier!

Well, come up with something.

Now... - said Igor. - Please.

Mishutka and Stasik were delighted and prepared to listen.

“Now,” Igor repeated. - Uh-uh... um... ahem... uh-uh...

Well, why are you all “uh” and “uh”!

Now! Let me see.

Well, think, think!

Uh-uh,” Igor said again and looked at the sky. - Now, now... uh...

Well, why aren’t you making things up? He said - what could be simpler!

Now... Here! One time I was teasing a dog, and she grabbed me by the leg and bit me. There's even a scar left.

Well, what did you come up with here? - asked Stasik.

Nothing. He told it as it happened.

And he said - he is a master of inventing!

I am a master, but not like you. You all lie, but to no avail, but I lied yesterday, and it benefits me.

What's the use?

And here. Last night mom and dad left, and Ira and I stayed at home. Ira went to bed, and I went into the cupboard and ate half a jar of jam. Then I think: I wish I hadn’t gotten into trouble. I took jam on Irka’s lips. Mom came: “Who ate the jam?” I say: "Ira." Mom looked and saw jam all over her lips. This morning she got some from her mother, and my mother gave me some more jam. That's the benefit.

It means that because of you, someone else got it, and you are happy! - said Mishutka.

What do you want?

Nothing for me. But you, what is it called... Liar! Here!

You yourself are liars!

Leave! We don’t want to sit on the bench with you.

I myself won’t sit with you.

Igor got up and left. Mishutka and Stasik also went home. On the way they came across an ice cream stand. They stopped, began to rummage in their pockets and count how much money they had. Both only had enough for one serving of ice cream.

“We’ll buy a portion and divide it in half,” Igor suggested.

The saleswoman gave them ice cream on a stick.

Let’s go home,” says Mishutka, “we’ll cut it with a knife to be precise.”

Let's go to.

On the stairs they met Ira. Her eyes were teary.

Why were you crying? - asks Mishutka.

My mother didn't let me go out.

For what?

For the jam. But I didn’t eat it. It was Igor who told me about it. He probably ate it himself and blamed it on me.

Of course, Igor ate it. He boasted to us himself. Don't cry. “Come on, I’ll give you my half portion of ice cream,” said Mishutka.

And I’ll give you my half portion, I’ll just try it once and give it back,” Stasik promised.

Don't you want to do it yourself?

We do not want. “We’ve already eaten ten servings today,” said Stasik.

Let’s better divide this ice cream among three,” Ira suggested.

Right! - said Stasik. - Otherwise, your throat will hurt if you eat the whole portion alone.

They went home and divided the ice cream into three parts.

Delicious stuff! - said Mishutka. - I really like ice cream. One time I ate a whole bucket of ice cream.

Well, you're making everything up! - Ira laughed. - Who will believe you that you ate a bucket of ice cream!

So it was quite small, a bucket! It's like paper, no more than a glass...

Nikolay Nosov

Dreamers

Mishkina porridge

Once, when I was living with my mother at the dacha, Mishka came to visit me. I was so happy that I can’t even say it! I miss Mishka very much. Mom was also glad to see him.

It’s very good that you came,” she said. - You two will have more fun here. By the way, I need to go to the city tomorrow. I might be late. Will you live here without me for two days?

Of course we will live, I say. - We are not small!

Only here you have to cook lunch yourself. Can you do it?

We can do it,” says Mishka. - What can’t you do!

Well, cook some soup and porridge. It's easy to cook porridge.

Let's cook the porridge. Why cook it? - says Mishka.

I speak:

Look, Mishka, what if we can’t do it! You haven't cooked before.

Don't worry! I saw my mother cooking. You will be full, you will not die of hunger. I’ll cook such porridge that you’ll lick your fingers!

The next morning, my mother left us bread for two days, jam so that we could drink tea, showed us where what foods were, explained how to cook soup and porridge, how much cereal to put in, how much of what. We listened to everything, but I didn’t remember anything. “Why,” I think, “since Mishka knows.”

Then mom left, and Mishka and I decided to go to the river to fish. We set up fishing rods and dug up worms.

Wait, I say. - Who will cook dinner if we go to the river?

What's there to cook? - says Mishka. - One fuss! We'll eat all the bread and cook porridge for dinner. You can eat porridge without bread.

We cut some bread, spread it with jam and went to the river. First we bathed, then we lay down on the sand. We bask in the sun and chew bread and jam. Then they started fishing. Only the fish were not biting well: only a dozen minnows were caught. We spent the whole day hanging out on the river. In the evening we returned home. Hungry!

Well, Mishka, I say, you’re an expert. What are we going to cook? Just something to make it faster. I really want to eat.

Let’s have some porridge,” says Mishka. - Porridge is easiest.

Well, I'll just porridge.

We lit the stove. The bear poured cereal into the pan. I speak:

The rash is bigger. I really want to eat!

He filled the pan full and filled it to the top with water.

Isn't there a lot of water? - I ask. - It will be a mess.

It's okay, mom always does this. Just watch the stove, and I’ll cook, be calm.

Well, I look after the stove, add firewood, and Mishka cooks the porridge, that is, he doesn’t cook, but sits and looks at the pan, it cooks itself.

It soon got dark, we lit the lamp. We sit and wait for the porridge to cook. Suddenly I see: the lid on the pan has lifted, and porridge is crawling out from under it.

Bear, I say, what is this? Why is there porridge?

The jester knows where! It's coming out of the pan!

Mishka grabbed the spoon and began to push the porridge back into the pan. I crushed it and crushed it, but it seemed to swell in the pan and fell out.

I don’t know,” says Mishka, “why she decided to get out.” Maybe it's ready already?

I took a spoon and tried it: the cereal was quite hard.

Bear, I say, where did the water go? Completely dry cereal!

“I don’t know,” he says. - I poured a lot of water. Maybe a hole in the pan?

We began to inspect the pan: there was no hole.

She probably evaporated,” says Mishka. - We need to add more.

He transferred the excess grain from the pan to a plate and added water to the pan. They began to cook further. We cooked and cooked, and then we saw that the porridge was coming out again.

Oh, for you! - says Mishka. -Where are you going?

He grabbed a spoon and started putting away the extra grain again. I put it aside and poured a mug of water into it again.

You see,” he says, “you thought there was a lot of water, but you still have to add it.”

I speak:

You probably put in a lot of cereal. It swells and becomes crowded in the pan.

Yes,” says Mishka, “it seems I added a little too much grain.” It’s all your fault: “Put in more,” he says. I want to eat!”

How do I know how much to put in? You said you could cook.

Well, I’ll cook it, just don’t interfere.

Please, I won't bother you.

I stepped aside, and Mishka was cooking, that is, he wasn’t cooking, but he was just putting the extra grain into plates. The whole table is covered with plates, like in a restaurant, and water is being added all the time. I couldn't stand it and said:

You're doing something wrong. So you can cook until the morning!

What do you think, in a good restaurant they always cook dinner in the evening so that it is ready in the morning.

So, I say, in a restaurant! They have nowhere to rush, they have a lot of food of all kinds.

Why should we rush?

We need to eat and go to bed. Look, it's almost twelve o'clock.

“You’ll have time,” he says, “to get some sleep.”

And again he poured a mug of water into the pan. Then I realized what was going on.

You, I say, pour cold water all the time, how can it cook?

How do you think you can cook without water?

“Put out,” I say, “half the cereal and pour in more water at once, and let it cook.”

I took the pan from him and shook half of the cereal out of it.

Pour in, I say, now water to the top.

The bear took the mug and reached into the bucket.

“There is no water,” he says. Everything came out.

What are we going to do? How to go for water, what darkness! - I say. - And you won’t see the well.

Nonsense! I will bring it now. He took the matches, tied a rope to the bucket and went to the well. He returns a minute later.

Where is the water? - I ask.

Water... there, in the well.

I myself know what’s in the well. Where's the bucket of water?

And the bucket, he says, is in the well.

How - in a well?

Yes, in the well.

Missed it?

Missed it.

“Oh, you,” I say, “you’re a scumbag!” Well, do you want to starve us to death? How can we get water now?

A teapot is possible.

I took the kettle and said:

Give me the rope.

But there is no rope.

Where is she?

Where exactly?

Well... in the well.

So, did you miss the bucket with the rope?

We began to look for another rope. Nowhere.

“Nothing,” says Mishka, “now I’ll go and ask the neighbors.”

I’m crazy, I say, I’m crazy! Look at the clock: the neighbors have been sleeping for a long time.

Then, as if on purpose, we both felt thirsty; I think I’d give a hundred rubles for a mug of water! Mishka says:

This always happens: when there is no water, you want to drink even more. Therefore, in the desert you are always thirsty, because there is no water there.

I speak:

Don't reason, just look for the rope.

Where to look for it? I looked everywhere. Let's tie the fishing line to the kettle.

Will the fishing line hold up?

Maybe it will hold out.

What if he can't stand it?

Well, if it doesn’t hold up, then... it will break...

This is known without you.

We unwound the fishing rod, tied the fishing line to the kettle and went to the well. I lowered the kettle into the well and drew water. The line was stretched like a string, about to burst.

It won't stand it! - I say. - I feel.

Maybe if you lift it carefully, it will hold up,” says Mishka.

I began to lift it slowly. I just lifted it above the water, splash - and there was no kettle.

Couldn't stand it? - asks Mishka.

Of course, I couldn't stand it. How to get water now?

“A samovar,” says Mishka.

No, it’s better to just throw the samovar into the well, at least there’s no need to mess around with it. There is no rope.

Well, a saucepan.

What do you think we have, I say, a pot shop?

Then a glass.

That's a lot of fiddling around while you're applying it with a glass of water!

What to do? You have to finish cooking the porridge. And I want to drink until I die.

Come on, I say, with a mug. The mug is still larger than the glass.

We came home and tied a fishing line to the mug so that it wouldn’t tip over. We returned to the well. They pulled out a mug of water and drank. Mishka says:

It always happens like this. When you’re thirsty, it seems like you’ll drink a whole sea, but when you start drinking, you only drink one mug and don’t want any more, because people are greedy by nature...

I speak:

There is no point in slandering people here! Better bring the pan with the porridge here, we’ll put water straight into it, so we don’t have to run around twenty times with the mug.

Mishka brought the pan and placed it on the edge of the well. I didn’t notice her, caught her with my elbow and almost pushed her into the well.

Oh, you bungler! - I say. - Why did you put a pan under my elbow? Take her in your hands and hold her tight. And move away from the well, otherwise the porridge will fly into the well.

Mishka took the pan and walked away from the well. I fetched some water.

We came home. Our porridge has cooled down, the stove has gone out. We lit the stove again and started cooking porridge again. Finally it began to boil, became thick and began to puff: puff, puff!..

Mishutka and Stasik were sitting on a bench in the garden and talking. Only they didn’t just talk like other guys, but told each other various tall tales, as if they were going to a bet over who would lie to whom.

- How old are you? - asks Mishutka.

- Ninety five. And you?

- And I’m one hundred and forty. You know,” says Mishutka, “I used to be big, like Uncle Borya, but then I became small.”

“And I,” says Stasik, “at first I was small, and then I grew big, and then I became small again, and now I’ll soon be big again.”

“When I was big, I could swim across the entire river,” says Mishutka.

Teddy bear swims across the ocean

- Ugh! And I could swim across the sea!

- Just think - the sea! I swam across the ocean!

– I used to know how to fly!

- Well, fly!

– Now I can’t: I’ve forgotten how.

“I was swimming in the sea once,” says Mishutka, “and a shark attacked me.” I banged her with my fist, and she grabbed me by the head and took a bite.

- No, really!

- Why didn’t you die?

- Why should I die? I swam ashore and went home.

- Headless?

- Of course, without a head. Why do I need a head?

- How did you walk without a head?

- So I went. It's like you can't walk without a head.

- Why are you so confused now?

the crocodile ate Stasik

- The other one has grown.

“Crafty idea!” – Stasik envied. He wanted to tell a better lie than Mishutka.

- Well, what is this! - he said. “I was once in Africa, and a crocodile ate me there.”

- That's how I lied! – Mishutka laughed.

- Not at all.

- Why are you alive now?

- So he spat me out later.

Mishutka thought about it. He wanted to misrepresent Stasik. He thought and thought, and finally said:

– Once I was walking down the street. There are trams, cars, trucks all around...

- I know I know! - Stasik shouted. - Now tell me how the tram ran over you. You've already lied about it.

- Nothing like this. I do not mean it.

“Here I go, I don’t bother anyone.” Suddenly a bus comes towards us. I didn’t notice him, I stepped on my foot - right! - and crushed it into a cake.

- Ha ha ha! These are lies!

- But they’re not lies!

- How could you crush the bus?

- So he was very small, like a toy. The boy was dragging him on a rope.

“Well, that’s not surprising,” said Stasik. - I flew to the moon once.

- Eva, where did you go! – Mishutka laughed.

- Do not believe? Honestly!

- What did you fly on?

- On a rocket. What else do they use to fly to the moon? As if you don’t know yourself!

– What did you see there on the Moon?

“Well, what...” Stasik hesitated. -What did I see there? I didn't see anything.

- Ha ha ha! – Mishutka laughed. - And he says he flew to the moon!

- Of course, I flew.

- Why didn’t you see anything?

- And it was dark. I was flying at night. In a dream. I got on a rocket and flew into outer space. Wow wow! And then when I fly back... I flew and flew, and then I hit the ground... and I woke up...

Mishutka and Stasik and Igor

“Ah,” said Mishutka. “I would have said so right away.” I didn’t know that you were in a dream.

Then neighbor Igor came and sat down next to him on a bench. He listened, listened to Mishutka and Stasik, then said:

- They’re lying! And aren't you ashamed?

- Why are you ashamed? We’re not deceiving anyone,” Stasik said. “We’re just making things up, like we’re telling fairy tales.”

- Fairy tales! – Igor snorted contemptuously. - Found something to do!

“And you think it’s easy to make things up!”

- What’s easier!

- Well, think of something.

“Now...” said Igor. - Please.

Mishutka and Stasik were delighted and prepared to listen.

“Now,” Igor repeated. - Uh uh... um... ahem... uh uh...

- Well, why are you all “uh” and “uh”!

- Now! Let me see.

- Well, think, think!

“Uh, uh,” Igor said again and looked at the sky. - Now, now... uh uh...

- Well, why aren’t you making things up? He said - what could be simpler!

- Now... Here! One time I was teasing a dog, and she grabbed me by the leg and bit me. There's even a scar left.

- Well, what did you come up with here? – asked Stasik.

- Nothing. He told it as it happened.

- And he said - he’s a master of inventing!

- I am a master, but not like you. You keep lying, but to no avail, but I lied yesterday, and it benefits me.

- What's the use?

- And here. Last night mom and dad left, and Ira and I stayed at home. Ira went to bed, and I went into the cupboard and ate half a jar of jam. Then I think: I wish I hadn’t gotten into trouble. I took jam on Irka’s lips. Mom came: “Who ate the jam?” I say: “Ira.” Mom looked and saw jam all over her lips. This morning she got some from her mother, and my mother gave me some more jam. That's the benefit.

- So, because of you, someone else got it, and you’re glad! - said Mishutka.

- What do you want?

- Nothing for me. But you, what is it called... Liar! Here!

- You yourself are liars!

- Leave! We don’t want to sit on the bench with you.

“I won’t sit with you myself.”

Igor got up and left. Mishutka and Stasik also went home. On the way they came across an ice cream stand. They stopped, began to rummage in their pockets and count how much money they had. Both only had enough for one serving of ice cream.

“We’ll buy a portion and divide it in half,” Igor suggested.

The saleswoman gave them ice cream on a stick.

“Let’s go home,” says Mishutka, “we’ll cut it with a knife so that it’s accurate.”

- Let's go to.

On the stairs they met Ira. Her eyes were teary.

-Why were you crying? - asks Mishutka.

“My mother didn’t let me go for walks.”

- For what?

- For the jam. But I didn’t eat it. It was Igor who told me about it. He probably ate it himself and blamed it on me.

- Of course, Igor ate it. He boasted to us himself. Don't cry. “Come on, I’ll give you my half portion of ice cream,” said Mishutka.

“And I’ll give you my half portion, I’ll just try it once and give it back,” Stasik promised.

- Don’t you want to do it yourself?

- We do not want. “We’ve already eaten ten servings today,” said Stasik.

“Let’s better divide this ice cream among three,” suggested Ira.

- Right! - said Stasik. - Otherwise, your throat will hurt if you eat the whole portion alone.

They went home and divided the ice cream into three parts.

- Delicious stuff! - said Mishutka. – I really like ice cream. One time I ate a whole bucket of ice cream.

- Well, you're making everything up! – Ira laughed. – Who will believe you that you ate a bucket of ice cream!

- So it was quite small, a bucket! It’s like paper, no more than a glass...

Subject: HF N.N. Nosov "Dreamers".

Target: summarize and systematize students’ knowledge about the independently read story by N. N. Nosov “Dreamers.”

Tasks:

Generalization of students’ ideas about the independently read story by N.N. Nosov “Dreamers”; reveal the image of the main characters of the work.

Development of oral speech, memory, imagination of students.

Cultivating students' interest in the works of N.N. Nosova.

Equipment: books, portrait of N.N. Nosov, plot pictures for the story “Dreamers”, music.

During the classes:

Org moment.

The bell is ringing again

The lesson begins.

Everyone wants to receive

Only a “5” rating!

Get ready, level up! Sit down quietly!

Smile! Ready to start the lesson?

State the topic and purpose of the lesson.

Today our lesson is dedicated to the work of N.N. Nosov and his story “Dreamers”. You have been given homework to read the story “Dreamers” on your own, so during the lesson we will check who has carefully read this story.

A teacher's word about the life of a writer.

Nikolai Nikolaevich Nosov was born in 1908 in Kyiv. In his childhood, he was interested in music, theater, chess, and photography.

His first story, “Entertainers,” was published in the magazine “Murzilka” in 1938, even before the Great Patriotic War.

But Nikolai Nikolaevich does not immediately become a famous writer. He changed many professions: he sold newspapers, transported logs, and was a simple worker. Then he becomes a film director - he created films and cartoons. And only after such a working life does he become a writer. When his son was born, he had to tell many new fairy tales, which Nosov later began to write down.

N.N. Nosov wrote many stories about guys just like you, your peers. In 1954, Nosov’s most famous book, “The Adventures of Dunno and His Friends,” was published.

N.N. Nosov created magical, kind and funny stories that are easy to read and understandable to children. Nosov, like a good wizard, owned a mysterious “key” to the hearts of little citizens.

What stories by Nosov have you read? (book exhibition)

We will get acquainted with some of Nosov’s stories later, and you can borrow those that interest you from the library.

The hero of Nosov’s stories, Dunno, came to our lesson; he loves to fantasize and compose. And today he will help us test your knowledge.

You have read the story, but there are words there that Dunno did not understand, let’s help him (print and post on the board):

Tales- these are poems or stories that talk about something that cannot really exist.

Show a picture with a fable - read a poem - fiction, something that does not happen.

Gobber- liar, deceiver.

Dreamer- the one who invents, dreams.

We open our reading notebooks and indent two blank lines. We write down the date, class work and topic of our lesson. Now write down the vocabulary words.

Ask students what each word means.

Fizminutka(to music).

Our Dunno smiled, stretched and bent down. (smile, stretch, bend over)

He wants to stretch his muscles and jump around a little. (shake arms and jump)

He moves his eyes in a circle, turning them left and right. (roll your eyes)

And with his hands, like a bird, he wants to fly upward. (hand movements - “bird flight”)

But the dreams have come to an end, I need to sit down with the book again.

Summarizing the material studied.

A game "Arrange and Tell"- correctly arrange the sequence of plot pictures. Each picture must be commented on, and then the last student must briefly retell the story ( everyone comes out and puts the picture in order, explains, and the last one retells it).

A game “Help Dunno find the passage”- I will show you a picture, and you will have to find a passage and read it, which says what is shown in the picture (shark, crocodile, bus, rocket).

- "Blitz - survey"- I will ask questions, and you need to answer briefly and correctly. We do not forget about the rules of students: we do not shout, we do not interrupt each other, but we raise our hands.

1. What did Mishutka and Stasik do? (fantasized)

2. Who approached them? (Igor)

3. What did Igor say? (ate jam and deceived mom)

4. Do you think Igor did a good job? (No)

5. Do you think that what Mishutka and Stasik are coming up with is harming anyone? (No)

6. What is the difference between a liar and a dreamer? (when a liar lies, it harms someone, and a dreamer just dreams) - this is the question you will need to think about.

7. What happened when Igor left? (bought ice cream)

8. Who did the guys meet? (Iru)

9. How did the guys console Ira? (shared ice cream)

- "Crossword"

Horizontally:

What did the guys write? (fables)

What did Mishutka crush when he walked down the street? (bus)

What did Igor eat? (jam)

Vertically:

Who attacked Mishutka while he was swimming in the sea? (shark)

What did Mishutka and Stasik share with Ira? (ice cream)

The place where Stasik flew in his dream? (moon)

- "Decipher" - and now you will need to decipher the sentence. Everyone has a key to the code on their desk - you need to match the letter and the code, and you will get a sentence. Find and read a passage with this sentence (“Who ate the jam?”) . Dunno checks whoever completes this task faster - he doesn’t forget to raise his hand.

- "Divide correctly"- let's help Dunno divide words into two groups ( On the desk):

They benefit people: to compose, invent, fantasize, dream.

They harm people: lie, deceive, lie.

You need to take one card and attach it to one of the groups to which it belongs ( come out one at a time).

Why do the words of the second group harm people? ( because you can't deceive other people for your own benefit).

Bottom line.

What did we do in class today?

Which children's writer have we met?

What story were you working with?

What were the names of the main characters?

What are fables?

How is a dreamer different from a liar? ( the dreamer invents for himself, for your own pleasure or for other people to enjoy; and liars - in order to get some benefit, benefit).

Homework.

Take fables from the library, prepare an expressive reading, as well as a creative task to draw pictures for the fables.

Dunno really liked our lesson and how you worked. Lesson grades.

Let's promise Dunno and our guests that we will never use the words of the second group, but will only dream of good things.

Reflection.

Now let's dream up a little. Close your eyes, imagine that it is not a cold winter, but a warm summer. The sun is shining brightly, we are walking with you along the green meadow. Beautiful flowers grow in the meadow, birds sing. A light breeze sways the grass and leaves. We are in a great mood, everything is fine with us. And may this mood always be with us.

Music is playing.