, Brandt, Harryota - immediately after.

And of course it is very important that the book like the child at a glance. The illustrations correspond to the text, and the design - ideas about the good book. In our review - just such.

Evgeny Charushin

When the TUUE is very surprised or will see an incomprehensible and interesting, he moves his lips and crashes: "Tyu-Tyu-Tyu-Tyup ..." The grass moved from the wind, the pich tug flew, the butterfly felt, - the taper crawls, sneaks closer and shovels: "Tyu-TJU -Tyup-Tyu ... fucking! Like! Catch! I will play! "That's why TyUU nicknamed in Tyuy."

It is wonderful that Detgiz released the book of Brandt in such a worthy framing. Strict and elegant illustrations of the famous graphics of Clima is how it is impossible to give the mood and the nature of its associates.

At the end of April, the Wolf climbed under the tree and has not shown for a long time. The wolf lay down nearby, putting a hard head on the paws, and waited patiently. He heard a wolf toddling for a long time under the tree, wrapping the peat with his paws and finally calmed down. The wolf closed his eyes and remained lying.
An hour later, the wolf was again covered under the tree, the wolf opened his eyes and listened. It seemed that the Wolf was trying to move the tree from his place and grown out of their efforts, then she slept, and in a minute something began to greedily lap and at the same time heard a weak, barely audible squeak.
Hearing this new voice, the wolf shrewd and carefully, on his stomach, as if he had just been born on the light and did not know how to walk, climbing to the hole and hesitated the muzzle into the hole.
The wolf ceased to lick the firstborn and, buried, clicked his teeth. The wolf quickly came back and went to the previous place. Soon again, the wolf was called, he heard a new squeak and, licking the second cub, dreamed of his mother.
These sounds were repeated many times, and the gaps between them were lengthened.
But the wolf patiently lying alongside, as petrified, only ears each time they walked in a heavy head. His eyes were open, she looked somewhere in one point, and it seemed that they saw something that was there, which were why they became thoughtful and ceased to mow.
When all the sounds under the tree subsided, the wolf flew a little more, then rose and moved to the fishery. "

Daniel Pennak

Daniel Pennak believes that "Books are always better than authors." We believe that Pennic Books for children are simply superb. In the stories of the French writer, children and animals always go side by side. In the story "Dog Dog", a homeless dog rebuilds a spoiled insensitive girl, in the story "Wolf's eye" the boy Africa reconciles a wolf with the world of people. Pennak does not make the difference between animals and man. The formula "Man - King of Nature" after reading his stories seems the greatest delusion.

The boy stands before the wolf enclosure and does not move. The wolf walks there and here. He sweats back and forward and does not stop. "How he annoys me ..."
That's what the wolf thinks. Already broken two hours a boy stands here, behind bars, a fixed, like a frozen tree, looking like a wolf steps.
"What does he want from me?"
Here is a question that Smashes Wolf. This boy is a mystery for him. Not a threat (the wolf is not afraid of), but the mystery.
"What does he want from me?"
Other children run, jump, shout, cry, they show the wolf language and hide behind mothers skirts. Then go to the cage of the gorilla and lying on a lion, which in response hits the tail. And this boy is not. He stands so, silently, motionless. Only his eyes are moving. They follow the wolf there and forth along the lattice.
"Wolf, or never see?"
The wolf - he sees the boy only once.
This is because he has a wolf, only one eye. The second he lost in the battle with people ten years ago, when it was caught. "

Ernest Setton Thompson

Ernest Seton-Thompson can rightly be called the pillar of the literary genre about animals. And any case, his influence on animal writers is difficult to overestimate. Just like a huge impact on the inquisitive minds of young naturalists.
Through Seton-Thompson you need to go through how pass through other tests of childhood: the first jump from the garage or the first fight. It is the line, marking the beginning of growing up, knowledge of the world and himself.
Adults who did not have to read the Seton-Thompson in adolescence, reproach it in cruelty, in the absence of humanism. But are the children of humans? Good children, because, reading "Lobo", "Royal Anal Station" and "Mustanga-Inikodtsa", they sincerely cry and laugh, and not terrify.

All day passed in fruitless attempts. Mustang-INOCHER - he was - he did not let go of his family from himself and, together with her, disappeared among the southern sandy hills.
The annoyed cattle workers went home on their frozen horses, glancing to revenge the culprit of their failure.
A big raven horse with a black mane and brilliant greenish eyes themselves armed in the whole district and all increased his retinue, fascinating the mares from different places while his herd had reached the number of at least twenty heads.
Most of the mares who followed him were humble, embarrassing horses, and among them allocated those nine thoroughbred mares with their growth, whom the rone horse hung the first.
This herd was guarded so vigorously and jealously, that every mare, since he fell into it, could already be considered irrevocably lost for his cattle breeder, and the cattle welfare themselves very soon realized that Mustang settled in their area brings them too much loss. "

Despite, it would seem, pretty prosaic plots, the attitude of a doctor to four-legged patients and their owners - then warm and lyrical, then sarcastic - passed very thin, with great humanity and humor.
In his "Note of the Veterinary Doctor", he shares with readers memories of episodes found in their practice.

When the gate fell on me, I understood with all my creature that it was really returned home.
My thoughts easily moved through the long service life in aviation to the day, when I last came to the Farm of Mr. Ripley - "pinch a couple of other calves," as he put it on the phone, or rather, to hipe them in a bloodless way. Goodbye morning!
Trips to Anson Hall have always reminded hunting expeditions in African wilds. To the old house led a broken cape, consisting of alone Rytvin and Ugabs. He looked around the meadows from the gate to the gate - they were all seven.
The gate is one of the greatest curses in the life of a rural veterinarian, and before the appearance of horizontal metal grids, for the impassable livestock, we in Yorkshire hills suffered especially from them. On farms, they usually happened no more than three, and we suffered somehow. But seven! And on the farm Ripley, it was not even among the gate, but in their cunningness.
The first, blocking the congress on a narrow cafe with the highway, behaved more or less decently, although he strongly rusted for antiquity. When I dropped the hook, they, poking and posting, turned on the hinges. Thank you even on this. The remaining six, not iron, and wooden, belonged to that type, which in Yorkshire is called "shoulder gates". "Tagged name!" - I thought, raising another sash, uplooking the shoulder of the upper crossbar and describing the semicircle to open the path of the car. These gates consisted of one sash without a loop, simply tied to the pole of the rope from one end from above and below. "

Konstantin Powesty

The lake near the shores was covered with the hectic leaves. There were so many of them that we could not catch fish. The fishing line fell on the leaves and did not die.

We had to leave on the old chelny in the middle of the lake, where the pita and blue water fluttered and the blue water seemed to be black, like to come. There we caught multicolored perch, pulled a tin roach and a rush with eyes like two little moon. Pikes shook on us small, like needles, teeth.

Standing autumn in the sun and fogs. Different clouds and blue thick air were visible through the flowing forests.

At night in the thickets around us, we moved and trembled low stars.

We had a fire in the parking lot. We burned it all day and night moves to drive off wolves, "they quietly rushed along the far banks of the lake. They were disturbed by the smoke of the fire and cheerful human screams.

We were sure that the fire scares the beasts, but one evening in the grass, by the fire, began an angry sniffing some beast. It was not visible. He concernedly ran around us, rustled with high grass, snort and angry, but did not protrude even the ears from the grass. Potatoes roasted in a pan, she had a sharp delicious smell from her, and the beast, obviously, came ran into this smell.

With us came to the lake boy. He was only nine years old, but he was well tolerant in the forest and cold of autumn dawns. Much better than us, adults, he noticed everything and told. He was a fifteentist, this boy, but we, adults, loved his fiction very much. We could not, and did not want to prove it that he was telling a lie. Every day he came up with something new: he heard how the fish whispered, then saw the ants arranged a ferry through the streams of pine crust and web and transported the light of the night, an unprecedented rainbow. We did the look that believed him.

Everything that was surrounded by us seemed to be unusual: and the late moon brought over black lakes, and high clouds similar to the mountains of pink snow, and even the usual sea noise of high pines.

The boy first heard the crown of the beast and came across us so that we were silent. We pulled. We tried to do not even breathe, although the hand was involuntarily stretched to double-barrel, - who knows that it could be for the beast!

After half an hour, the beast stole a wet black nose from the grass, similar to a pork patch. The nose sniffed for a long time and trembled from greed. Then the sharp muzzle appeared from the grass with black shrill eyes. Finally it seemed a striped skin. A small badger got out of the thickets. He poured the paw and looked at me carefully. Then he squeezedly snorted and took a step towards potatoes.

She roasted and spiked, splashing boiling fat. I wanted to shout the animal that he would burn, but I was late: the badger jumped to the frying pan and put the nose in her ...

Smelled pisloy skin. Badger screamed and with a desperate cry rushed back to the grass. He ran and poured on the whole forest, broke the bushes and spoiled from indignation and pain.

On the lake and in the forest began to confusion: frightened frogs were scared without time, birds were crushed, and the shore itself, as cannon shot, hit the powder pike.

In the morning, the boy woke me up and told me that he himself had just seen himself as a badger heals his burned nose.

I did not believe. I sat down by the fire and the sponsors listened to the morning voices of birds. The white-hazardous worshipers were gathered, the ducks were riveted, the robbed cranes on dry swamps - Msharah, quietly burned Gorylinka. I did not want to move.

The boy pulled my hand. He was offended. He wanted to prove to me that he did not lie. He called me to go see how the badger is treated. I reluctantly agreed. We carefully sneak into the school, and among the thickets of heather, I saw a rotten pine stump. From him pulled mushrooms and iodine.

Near the stump, back to us, stood badger. He lit a stump and shoved in the middle of the stump, in wet and cold dulk, burned nose. He stood motionless and refrigerated his unfortunate nose, and the other little barcroecot ran around. He worried and pushed our badger to his belly. Our badger was lying on him and lasted the rear fluffy paws.

Then he sat down and cried. He looked at us with round and wet eyes, moaning and licked his sick nose with his rough tongue. He seemed to ask for help, but we could not help him.

Since then, the lake has been called non-name - we called the stupid badger lake.

And a year later I met on the shores of this lake Barsuk with a scar on the nose. He sat at the water and tried to catch a pace of retreat, like tin, dragonfly. I waved him with my hand, but he angrily sneezed in my direction and hid in thickets of lingonberries.

Since then, I have not seen him anymore.

Belkin Mohamor.

N.I. Sladkov

Winter for animals is the harsh time. All prepared to it. Bear and Barcuque Salo feed, the chipped chipper pinewalls, squirrel - mushrooms. And everything, it would seem, here it is clear and simple: both fat, and mushrooms, and nuts oh how will come in the winter!

Just quite, yes not with everyone!

Here, for example, protein. It is dried in the fall on the bitch mushrooms: raw, whale, mokhoviki. Mushrooms are all good and edible. But among the good and edibles you all find ... Amanita! They will open on the bitch - red, in white clock. Why Belka Amanita is poisonous?

Maybe young proteins for ignorance mandry dried? Maybe when they wonder, they do not eat them? Maybe dry amansor becomes unadiplinary? Or maybe an amicer dried something like medicine for them?

There are many different assumptions, but there is no exact campaign. That's all to find out and check!

Beloloby

Chekhov A.P.

Hungry wolf got up to go hunting. Her wagon, all three, firmly slept, having gotting up in a bunch, and gotten each other. She licked them and went.

It was already the spring month March, but at night the trees quit from the cold, as in December, and barely try out the language, as it began to pinch him. Wolf was a weak health, a changeless; She shuddered from the slightest noise and thought about how the houses without her who did not hurt us. The smell of human and horse trails, stumps, folded firewood and dark convicted road scared her; It seemed to her, as if people were behind the trees in the packers and somewhere in the forest there were dogs.

She was no longer young and she looked at her, so it happened, the fox trail she took for a dog and sometimes even, deceived by a little, was knocked off the road, which he never happened to youth. According to the weakness of health, she no longer hunted on calves and large rams, as before, and has already managed to go horses with foals, and he fed to one padalu; Fresh meat she had to eat very rarely, only in the spring, when she embarked on a hare, took the children from her or climbed into the men in the keln, where the lambs were.

In the versts of four from her lair, the postal road was wintering. Here Ignat's watchman lived, the old man of seventy, who all cough and talked to himself; Usually at night he slept, and the day wandered over the forest with a single-baw rifle and scorched at the hare. It must have served earlier in the mechanics, because every time before stopping, shouted to himself: "Stop, car!" And before go further: "Full move!" With it was a huge black dog of an unknown breed, named Arapka. When she ran down far forward, he shouted her: "Rear move!" Sometimes he sang and at the same time he was very stronger and often fell (wolf thought it was from the wind) and shouted: "I went with the rails!"

The wolf remembered that a ram and two bright grappies passed around Zimya, and when she had running past so long ago, she was heard that she was blurred. And now, coming to the winter, she realized that he was already March and, judging by time, there should be a lamb in Khlev. Her hunger was tormented, she thought about having some greed, she would eat a lamb, and from such thoughts her teeth yelled and the eyes glowed in the dotters, like two lights.

Ignat's hut, his shed, hlev and well were surrounded by high snowdrifts. It was quiet. Arapka must have slept under the shed.

By the snowdrift, Wolf climbed to the hlev and began to rake with his paws and a straw roof. Soloma was rotten and loose, so wolf barely failed; Suddenly, it was suddenly straight in the face, a warm ferry, the smell of manure and sheep milk smelled. Below, feeling the cold, gently joined the lamen. Jumping in a hole, the wolf fell the front paws and the breast on something soft and warm, it must be on the ram, and at this time in the hlev Wolf, frightened, grabbed that the first caught in his teeth, and rushed out ...

She fled, straining forces, and at that time, Arapka, who had already revealed the wolf, was frantic, caucked in the wintering chicken, and Ignat, going to the porch, shouted:

Full move! I went to the whistle!

And whistled like a car, and then - go-go-th! .. And all this noise repeated the forest echo.

When I slightly grown all this, the wolf calmed down a little and began to notice that her prey, which she kept in the teeth and fiber in the snow, was heavier and as if the lambs were usually at that time, and smelled as if otherwise, And some strange sounds were heard ... Wolf stopped and put her wear on the snow to relax and start there, and suddenly bounced off with disgust. It was not a lamb, but a puppy, black, with a big head and on the high legs, a large breed, with the same white stain into the entire forehead, like arapki. Judging by the manners, it was a nevell, a simple mongrel. He licked his thoughts, wounded his back and, no matter how much it was waiting for the tail and lay on Wolch. She buried like a dog, and ran from him. He is behind her. She looked around and climbed his teeth; He stopped in bewilderment and, probably, deciding that she plays it with him, handed the face towards winter and walked in a ringing joyful lame, as if inviting her arapku's mother to play with him and wolf.

Already dreamed, and when the wolf made their way to himself with a thick osiennik, it was seen clearly every osinka, and TETEREV was already waking up and beautiful roosters were often poured, worried about unwained jumps and a puppy.

"Why is he running after me? - thought wolf with annoyance. "It must be, he wants me to eat it."

She lived with wagins in a shallow pit; Three years ago, during the strong storm, he turned out with the root of the high old pine, which is why this pit was formed. Now, at the bottom of her, her old leaves and moss were, the bones and bovine horns were played, which was played by the Volctera. They have already woke up and all three, very similar to each other, stood next to the edge of their pit and, looking at the returned mother, waved the tails. Seeing them, the puppy stopped the pronel and looked at them for a long time; Noticing that they also look at him carefully, he began to bark against them angrily, as in strangers.

Already dawned and the sun climbed, shoved the snow around, and he stood all the way and ledal. Volctet sucked their mother, pitching her paws into a skinny belly, and at that time it gnawed a horse bone, white and dry; Her hunger was tormented, the head got drunk from the dog flaw, and I wanted to rush to the unborn guest and break it.

Finally, the puppy was tiring and hoarse; Seeing that he was not afraid and do not even pay attention, he became incomprehensible, then squeezing, then jumping, approach to the Volchats. Now, in the daylight, it was easy to consider it ... He was big on the white forehead, and on the forehead a borger, what happens very stupid dogs; The eyes were small, blue, dull, and the expression of the entire muzzle is extremely stupid. Going to the Volchatas, he handed the wide paws forward, put his face on them and began:

Mnya, Mneu ... Nga-Nga-Nga! ..

Volchats did not understand anything, but they were tapped by tails. Then the puppy struck the paw of a single magician on the big head. Volchonok also hit his paw on his head. The puppy became sideways to him and looked at him a spark, waving his tail, then suddenly rushed out of the place and made several circles in Nasta. Volchats fell behind him, he fell on his back and pulled up his legs, and three of them attacked him and, squealing from delight, began to bite it, but it does not hurt, and in a joke. The crows were sitting on high pineAnd looked from above on their struggle, and very worried. It became noisy and fun. The sun has already seen the spring; And the roosters, the fact and the case flew through the pine, the stormy storms, with the brilliance of the Sun, seemed emerald.

Customly wolf teach their children to the hunt, giving them to play prey; And now, looking, how Volchats chased in Nasta for a puppy and fought him, wolf thought:

"Let them seek."

Praying, wagged went to the pit and went to bed. Puppy rose a little with hunger, then also stretched out in the sun. And waking up, again began to play.

All day and evening wolf recalled how the lamb was blurred at night and as she smelled with sheep milk, and he had grown up with her teeth and did not cease to gnaw the old bone with greed, imagining that it was a lamb. Volchats sucked, and a puppy who wanted to eat, ran around and sniffing snow.

"Remaining it ..." - solved Wolfish.

She approached him, and he licked her in the face and bored, thinking that she would like to play with him. In the past time, she had a dog meal, but the puppy had a lot of psychos, and, by weakness of health, she no longer tolerate this smell; She became disgusting, and she moved away ...

By night I was frowning. The puppy missed and went home.

When the wiph firmly fell asleep, wolf again went hunting. As in the past night, she was disturbed by the slightest noise, and it was frightened by stumps, firewood, dark, lonely standing bushes of juniper, far away like people. She fled away from the road, in Nasta. Suddenly, far ahead on the road fleeing something dark ... She strained vision and rumor: In fact, something went ahead, and even heard the measured steps were. Do not bad? She cautiously, a little breathing, taking everything aside, overtook a dark spot, looked back at him and found out. This is not in a hurry, a step, returned to himself in a winter puppy with a white forehead.

"No matter how he left me again," the wolf thought and quickly ran forward.

But winterier was already close. She climbed back to the hlev in a snowdrift. Yesterday's hole was already embedded by spring straw, and two new things stretched on the roof. Wolf began to work quickly with his legs and a muzzle, looking around, whether the puppy does not go, but barely smelled to her warm steam and the smell of manure, as the joyful, faded Lai heard from behind. This returned a puppy. He jumped to the wolf to the roof, then in the hole and, feeling at home, in warm, having learned his sheep, climbed even louder ... Arapka woke up under the shed and, having having a wolf, howled, baked chickens, and when Ignat appeared on the porch With her one shelf, then frightened wolf was already far from the winter.

FUYUT! - Ignatted Ignat. - Fuyt! Gony on all pairs!

He lowered the trigger - the gun gave a mischief; He descended once again - again on drying; He descended for the third time - and a huge fiery sheaf flew out of the trunk and the deafening "bu! boo!". He was very given in the shoulder; And, taking a gun in one hand, and in another ax, he went to see why noise ...

Some weather, he returned to the hut.

Nothing ... - Ignat replied. - Empty business. Our whitebird has fallen with sheep to sleep, warm. Only there is no sound to the door, but strives everything to the roof. I disassembled the roof at night and went to walk, a scoundrel, and now returned and rezed the roof again. Stupid.

Yes, the spring burst into the brain. Death I do not like stupid! - sighed Ignat, touching the oven. - Well, God's man, early to get up early, let's sleep with full ...

And in the morning he called Belolakoy him, hurt him for her ears and then, punishing his twig, said everything:

Go to the door! Go to the door! Go to the door!

Faithful three

Evgeny Charushin

We agreed to run on skis. I went for him in the morning. He lives in a big house - on Pestel Street.

I entered the courtyard. And he saw me out of the window and waving his hand from the fourth floor.

Wait, they say, now I will come out.

So I am waiting in the yard, at the door. Suddenly, on top, someone as it will rise in the stairs.

A knock! Thunder! TRA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA! Wooden something knocks-crack down the steps, like a ratchet.

"Really," I think, is my friend with skis and fell with sticks, the steps recalculate? "

I approached the door closer. What is there on the stairs rolls? Waiting.

And I look: a spotted dog goes out of the doors - Bulldog. Bulldog on wheels.

His torso is brought to the toy car - a truck such, "Gazik".

And the front paws bulldog goes on the ground - runs and rolls himself.

Curry muzzle, wrinkled. Paws are thick, widely placed. He drove out of the door, looked angrily around. And then the Red Cat yard passed. How to rush beyond the cat Bulldog - only the wheels are bouncing on the stones da iceshoes. I drove the cat to the basement window, and myself drives the courtyard - the corners sniffs.

Here I pulled out a pencil and a notebook, sat down on the step and let's draw it.

My buddy with skis came out, I saw that I draw a dog, and says:

Draw it, draw, is not a simple dog. He became due to the courage of his crippled.

How so? - I ask.

I stroked my buddy bulldog on the folds on the uplift, candy in his teeth gave and tells me:

Let's go, I'll tell you the whole story on the way. Wonderful story, you directly and you will not believe.

So, "the buddy said, when we went out for the gate," listen. "

Name is his three. In our opinion it means faithful.

And it was correctly called him.

We left somehow all to the service. We all serve in the apartment: one teacher at school, the other in the mail by the telegraph, wives also serve, and children learn. Well, we walked everything, and the three stayed - the apartment is watching.

Diawarded some kind of thief that the apartment had an empty apartment, turned the castle from the door and let me manage.

He had a huge bag with him. He grabs everything that fell, and fumes in the bag, grabs and fuss. Ruzho mine in the bag fell, new boots, teacher hours, cesis binoculars, boots guys.

There are six jackets, yes Franchi, but he pulled out all sorts of all sorts: in the bag already there is no place, it is visible.

And the three lies with the stove, silent - the thief does not see him.

Such a time has the habit: he let someone let anyone, but to release - so there is no.

Well, I absorbed the thief of all of us and the staff. The most expensive, the best took. It's time to leave him. He jumped to the door ...

And in the doors three stands.

Standing and silent.

And the muzzle of Troy - I saw what?

And soasts looking for!

Standing three, it was frowning, the eyes were flooded with blood, and the fang of the mouth turns away.

The thief is so and the stroke to the floor. Try left!

And the three crocked, I was imparted and began to step sideways.

Quietly approaches. He is always so the enemy intimidated - Lee Dog, Lee.

Voruga, it can be seen from fear, quite stunned, rushing on

he was without a sense, and Troy on his back jumped him and all six jackets on it at a time he docused.

Do you know how the Bulldogs are grabbed a dead grip?

The eyes climb, the jaws slam down, like a castle, so do not break the teeth, even kill them here.

The thief is rushing, about the walls of the back brave. Flowers in pots, vases, books with shelves resets. Nothing helps. Hanging on it three, as a weight gain.

Well, I finally guess the thief, he turned out somehow from his six jackets and all this cult, along with a bulldog once outside the window!

This is from the fourth floor!

Flew bulldog head down to the courtyard.

Zhiy on the side splashed, rotten potatoes, selegum heads, rubbish everyone.

He pleased three with all our jackets directly in the messenger pit. Our garbage was littered before the edge.

After all, that's what happiness! If he was branched on the stones - everything would break the bones and would not sing. Immediately he would die.

And here it is as if whoever was detained by the damage to him - still softer fall.

I snapped three out of the garbage, smoked - as if a whole. And think only, he managed to intercept the thief on the stairs.

Again it clung to it, in the foot this time.

Here, the thief himself gave himself, shouted, howled.

They fled at howl tenants from all apartments, and from the third, and from the fifth, and from the sixth floor, from the entire black staircase.

Keep the dog. Oh oh! I myself will go to the police. Turn off only the hell of the pile.

Easy to say - tear off.

Two people pulled a bulldog, and he only waved his tail and climbed the jaw even stronger.

They brought tenants from the first floor to Kochergu, we sucked the three between the teeth. Only such a manner and kept his jaws.

A thief came out to the street - pale, unwitted. Shakes all, the policeman holds.

Well, a dog, "says. - Well, the dog!

Got a thief into the police. There he told how it was.

I come in the evening from service. I see, in the doorway the lock is taken. The apartment has a good bag with good.

And in the corner, in its place, three lies. All dirty, smelly.

I called the Troy.

And he can not come. Crawling, pumps.

He has rear legs taken away.

Well, now we have been walking with the whole apartment in turn. I adapted wheels to him. He himself rolls on the ladder wheels, and then you can not climb. It is necessary to lift someone a car from behind. The front with the palms of three sweeps himself.

So now lives dogs on the wheels.

Evening

Boris Zhitkov

There is a cow Masha to look for the son of his own, the calf Aleshka. Do not see it anywhere. Where did he fight? It's time to go home.

And the challenge Aleshka clogged, tired, lean in the grass. Grass is high - Aleshka and not see.

The cow Masha was frightened, that her son Aleshka disappeared, but how she climbs that there are strength:

House Masha fell, left a whole bucket of pair milk. Poured Aleshka into a toss:

On, Pey, Aleshka.

Aleshka was delighted - he wanted a long milk, "everything drank and licked the tongue to the bottom.

Aleshka got drunk, he wanted to spend the yard. Only he ran, suddenly the puppy jumped out of the booth - and well bark on Aleshka. Aleshka was frightened: it is true scary beast, if it gets loud. And rushed to run.

Aleshka escaped, and did not bark the puppy. Quietly became a circle. Looked Aleshka - no one, everyone went to sleep. And he wanted to sleep. Loe and fell asleep in the yard.

He fell asleep and cow Masha on soft grass.

He fell asleep and puppy at his booth - tired, ledal all day.

He fell asleep and Petya's boy in his crib - tired, ran all day.

And the bird has long fallen for a long time.

He fell asleep on the branch and the head under the wing hid, so that the warmth was sleeping. Also tired. The whole day flew, midges caught.

Everyone fell asleep, everyone slept.

Only the wind is not sleeping.

He is in the grass rustle and rustles in the bushes

Volchishko

Evgeny Charushin

He lived in the forest Volcischko with his mother.

That's how my mother went to hunt.

And the wolf caught a man, put him in a bag and brought to the city. In the middle of the room bag put.

Long did not move the bag. Then I am enraged in it Volchishko and got out. One way looked - scared: a man sits, looks at him.

In the other side, I looked - a black cat snort, affectionately, myself twice the thicker, barely stands. And next to the dog's teeth scalit.

Volcischko completely happened. It was up to the bag back, but not to get out - it is a blank bag on the floor, like a rag.

And the cat was affectionate, dusty yes, how to wipe! Jumping on the table, the saucer dumped. Crashed a saucer.

The dog lay.

The man shouted loudly: "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Wolchish worked under the chair and began to live-tremble.

The chair in the middle of the room is.

Cat with the back of the chair down looks.

The dog around the chair runs.

A man in a chair is sitting - smoke.

And Volchishko barely alive under the chair.

At night, the man fell asleep, and the dog fell asleep, and the cat climbed.

Cats - they do not sleep, but only dorm.

Wolchishly look around.

Look, looked like, sniffed, and then sat down and overwhelmed.

The dog lay.

The cat jumped on the table.

Man on the bed sat down. Waved his hands, shouted. And Volchishko again climbed under the chair. He became quietly live there.

In the morning there was a man. Milk poured into a toss. Steel cat with dog milk lap.

Sleeze from under the chair Volcischko, climbing the door, and the door is open!

From the door to the staircase, from the stairs to the street, from the street on the bridge, from the bridge to the garden, from the garden in the field.

And behind the field is a forest.

And in the forest Mother Wolf.

And now Volchishko here has become wolf.

Vorishka

George Szbbitsky

Once we were presented with a young protein. She very soon became completely manual, ran through all rooms, climbed on the cabinets, shells, and so deftly - nothing will never fall, not break.

In the office of his father over the sofa, huge deer horns were nailed. Protein often climbed on them: they will take, it happened, on the horn and sits on it, like on a bitch of a tree.

We guys, she knew well. Only enter the room, the squirrel jump from somewhere from the cabinet right on the shoulder. This means - she asks sugar or candy. Very loved sweet.

Candy and sugar in our dining room, in the buffet, lay. They never shook them, because we, children, did not take anything without demand.

But somehow calls my mom everyone in the dining room and shows an empty vase:

Who took this candy from here?

We look at each other and silent - do not know who of us did it. Mom shook her head and said nothing. And the next day, sugar from the buffet disappeared and again no one confessed that he took. There's already a father got angry, said that now everything will be fixed, and we will not give a sweet all week.

And the squirrel at the same time with us without sweet remained. Blows, it happened, on the shoulder, the muzzle about the cheek rubs, he twists his teeth - asks Sakhar. And where to take it?

Once after lunch, I sat quietly on the sofa in the dining room and read. Suddenly I see: the squirrel jumped on the table, grabbed the bread in his teeth - and on the floor, and from there on the closet. A minute later, I look, again I was climbed on the table, grabbed the second crust - and again on the closet.

"Wait," I think, "where is it that she wears bread?" I set the chair, looked at the closet. I see - old muming hat lies. Raised me - here's you! What is just not under it: both sugar, candy, and bread, and different bones ...

I am right to my father, I show: "That's who we have thief!"

And his father laughed and says:

How did I not guessed it before! After all, this is our protein for winter reserves makes. Now autumn, in the will, all proteins feed food, well, our people are not lagging behind, too.

After such a case, they stopped locking sweets from us, only the hook was attached to the buffet, so that the protein could not climb there. But the squirrel did not calm down on it, everything continued to prepare stocks for the winter. Find a crust of bread, walnut or bone - now grabbing, runs away and damn somewhere.

And then we went somehow in the forest for mushrooms. They came late in the evening tired, filed - and rather sleep. A wedding with mushrooms on the window was left: cool there, do not ruin until the morning.

In the morning we get up - the whole basket is empty. Where are the mushrooms? Suddenly the father screams from the office, we call us. He came running to him, look - all the deer horns over the sofa mushrooms are hungry. And on the hook for a towel, and behind the mirror, and for the painting - everywhere mushrooms. This protein was tried in the morning in the morning: waving the mushrooms to suck themselves for the winter.

In the forest, proteins are always autumn mushrooms on the bunches dried. So our hurried. It can be seen, hurt the winter.

Cold came soon. Squirrel all tried to climb somewhere in a corner, wherever hever, and somehow it disappeared at all. I was looking for, I was looking for her - there is no way. Probably ran into the garden, and from there in the forest.

Sorry we became the squirrels, but nothing can be done.

They gathered to turn the stove, closed the outlet, put firewood, set fire to it. Suddenly in the stove, how does something burst, shares! We opened the breathtone as soon as possible, and from there, the bullie squirrel jumped up - and straight on the closet.

And smoke from the stove in the room and shakes, it does not go to the pipe. What? The brother made a hook from the thick wire and glanced him through the outlook into the pipe to find out if there was no.

We look - drags a tie from the pipe, my mother's glove, even the grandmother's holiday golk was found there.

All this is our squirrel for a nest in the pipe dragged. That's what! Although living in the house, and the forest habits leave no. Such is, it can be seen, their whitage of nature.

Thoughtful milf

George Szbbitsky

Once the shepherds caught the leisure and brought it to us. We planted the animal in an empty barn.

The fox was still small, the whole gray, the face was dark, and the tail on the end of the white. The animal was hammered into the far corner of the barn and frightened around. From the fear, he did not even bite when we stroked it, but only pressed my ears and the whole was trembling.

Mom poured him into the milk bowl and put it right there. But the frightened animal did not drink milk.

Then the dad said that the lesson should be left alone - let him look like, getting laited in a new place.

I really didn't want to leave, but dad locked the door, and we went home. Was already in the evening, soon everything went to bed.

I woke up at night. I hear somewhere quite near the puppy cheeks and whine a puppy. Where, I think he took? Look out the window. On the courtyard already light. From the window was visible to the barn, where the fox was located. It turns out that he is so puppies whine.

Forest began right behind the barn.

Suddenly I saw that the fox jumped out of the bushes, stopped, listened and stealing ran to the barn. Immediately, the tweezing in it stopped, and joyful squeal was heard instead.

I slowly woke up my mother and dad, and we all began to look together into the window.

Fox ran around the barn, tried to undermine the earth under him. But there was a strong stone foundation, and Lisa could not do anything. Soon she ran into the bushes, and the fox again began to whinely whine.

I wanted to watch the fox all night, but Dad said that she would no longer come, and ordered to go to bed.

I woke up late and, dressed, first of all hurried to visit the leisure. What is? .. On the threshold near the door itself lay the dead bunny. I rather ran to dad and brought him with myself.

That's so thing! Said Dad, seeing the bunny. "It means that Mother Lisa once again came to the fox and brought him food. To get inside, she could not, and left outside. Well, and caring milf!

All day I spit around the barn, looked into the clips and went twice with my mother to feed the leisure. And in the evening I could not fall asleep, I drove everything out of bed and looked out the window - whether the fox did not come.

Finally, mom was angry and wrapped the window with a dark curtain.

But in the morning I rose than the light and immediately ran to the barn. This time there was no bunny on the threshold, but a strangled neighbor chicken. It can be seen, a fox at night came to spend a lesion. Preaching in the forest she could not catch for him, so she climbed into the neighbors in the chicken coop, strangled the chicken and brought her baby.

For the chicken dad had to pay, besides, it got great from the neighbors.

Clean the lesion where you want, - they shouted, - and then with him Lisa will translate all the bird!

There was nothing to do, I had to put the dad to plant a fox in a bag and attribute back to the forest, to label.

Since then, fox in the village no longer came.

Hedgehog

MM Svtain

Once I went along the shore of our stream and the hedgehog was noticed under the bush. He also noticed me, curled and blurted out: Tuk-Tuk-Tuk. It was very similar, as if the car went away. I touched it with the tip of the boot - he snorted terribly and succumbed to his needles in his boot.

And you so with me! - I told the tip of the boot knocked him in the stream.

Instantly Yuzh turned in the water and swam to the shore, like a little pig, only instead of bristles on the back there were needles. I took a wand, riding her hedgehog in my hat and brought home.

I had a lot of mice. I heard - the Hedgehog catches them, and decided: let him live with me and catches mice.

So I put this spiny lump in the middle of the floor and sat down, and I myself look at the corner of my eye. For a short time he lay motionless: as soon as I quiet the table, the hedgehog turned around, looked around, I tried to go there, I chose myself finally a place under the bed and there absolutely.

When it was dark, I burned the lamp, and - Hello! - Hedgehog ran out from under the bed. He, of course, thought on the lamp that this moon rose in the forest: under the moon, hedgehog love to run through forest glades.

And so he went to run around the room, presenting that this is a forest glade.

I took the phone, lit and let the cloud of the moon. It became quite like in the forest: both the moon and a cloud, and my feet were like trees trunks and, probably, I really liked the hedgehog: he was so sneezing between them, dirty and soaked backs of my boots.

After reading the newspaper, I dropped it on the floor, moved to bed and fell asleep.

I sleep always very sensitive. I hear - some rustle in my room. I chirped a match, lit a candle and just noticed how Yozh flashed under the bed. And the newspaper was no longer near the table, but in the middle of the room. So I left burning the candle and I myself do not sleep, thinking:

Why did this hedge of the newspaper needed?

Soon my tenant ran out from under the bed - and straight to the newspaper; Completed near it, noisy, noisy, finally managed: put on myself somehow on the spines corner of the newspaper and dragged her, huge, in the corner.

Here I understood him: the newspaper was like dry foliage in the forest, he dragged her for his nest. And, it turned out true: soon the Yozh turned around the newspaper and made himself the real nest. Ending this is an important thing, he left his dwelling and stopped against the bed, looking at the candle-moon.

I let the clouds and ask:

What else do you need? Hedgehog was not frightened.

Do you want to drink?

I wake up. Hedgehog does not run.

I took a plate, put it on the floor, brought a bucket with water and then Nalu Water in a plate, then again freeze in the bucket, and so noisy, as if this is a stream.

Well, go, go, say. - You see, I arranged for you and the moon, and the clouds allowed, and here you are water ...

I watch: as if I moved forward. And I also moved a little lake to him. He moves, and I dvina, and so it came together.

Pey, - I'm finally saying. He and slap. And I spent so lightly on his straggings, as if he stroked, and he sentenced everything:

Good you small, good!

Drinking Yozh, I say:

Let's sleep. Loe and blew the candle.

I don't know how much I slept, I hear: I've been working in my room again.

I light a candle, and what do you think? Hedgehog runs around the room, and on his barns, he has an apple. I ran into the nest, folded it there and after another runs to the angle, and in the corner there was a bag with apples and fell. Here Yozh ran up, rushed near the apples, rugged and runs again, on the barns, the other apple drags into the nest.

So I got up with me to live Hedgehog. And now I, like a tea, bes, without fail, to my table and then Milk him in a saucer - will drink, then the buns will eat - eat.

Hare Paws

Konstantin Powesty

To the vet in our village came from the Uzensky lake Vanya Malyavin and brought the little warm hare cooked into a ribbon cotton jacket. The hare cried and often blinked red from the tears of his eyes ...

What are you tried? - shouted veterinarian. - Soon you will be mice to carry, roller!

And you do not lie, this is a special hare, "Vanya said hoarse whisper. - His grandfather sent, ordered to treat.

What to treat something?

His paws are biased.

The veterinarian turned Vanya face to the door,

pushed in the back and shouting after:

Valya, Valya! I do not know how to treat them. The roaster with his bow - grandfather will be a snack.

Vanya answered nothing. He came out in Seni, blinked his eyes, pulled his nose and buried in a log wall. Through the wall flowed tears. The hare quietly trembled under a squeezed jacket.

What are you small? - asked Vanya Porny grandmother Anice; She led her only goat to the vet. - What are you, hearts, smooth tears? Ah happened what?

He, grandfather hare, said Quiet Vanya. - On the forest fire the paws yourself shy, it cannot run. That's about, looked, to die.

Do not die, small, - I stuck Anice. "Tell your grandfather, if he has a big hunting hare to go out, let's go to the city to Karl Petrovich."

Vanya wiped her tears and went home to the Uzenskaya Lake. He did not walk, but ran barefoot on a hot sandy road. A recent Forest Fire has passed the party to the north, near the lake itself. It smelled by Gare and dry clove. It grew in the glades big islands.

Hare moanal.

Vanya found on the road fluffy, covered with silver soft hair leaves, snatched them, put them under the pine and unfolded a hare. The hare looked at the leaves, buried her head and fell into them.

What are you, gray? - quietly asked Vanya. - You would sing.

The hare was silent.

The hare behaved with a ripped ear and closed his eyes.

Vanya took him in his arms and ran straight through the forest - it was necessary to make a hare get drunk from the lake.

The unheard of heat stood in the summer over the forests. In the morning the strings of dense white clouds were blocked. At noon, the clouds rapidly rushed up, to Zenit, and worn and disappeared and disappeared somewhere outside the sky. Hot hurricane has been shoved for two weeks without a respite. Resin flowing through pine stems turned into amber stone.

The next morning grandfather put on clean onuchi and new lapties, took a staff and a piece of bread and wandered into the city. Vanya Neus Zaita from behind.

The hare arrived at all, only occasionally shuddered with all the body and sighed convulsively.

Sukhov swirled over the city of dust cloud, soft, like flour. In it flew chicken down, dry leaves and straw. It seemed that I had a quiet fire over the city.

In the market area was very empty, sultry; Emission horses dreamed near the watershed booth, and on their heads they had straw hats. Grandfather crossed himself.

Not that horse, not that bride - the jester will figure them out! - he said and flattened.

Long asked passersby about Karl Petrovich, but no one really answered anything. Located in the pharmacy. Thick old man in Pensne and in a short white coat angrily shrugged and said:

I like it! Pretty strange question! Karl Petrovich Kush, a specialist in childhood diseases, for three years she has ceased to take patients. Why do you need you?

Grandfather, stout from respect for the pharmacy and from timidity, told about the hare.

I like it! - said the pharmacist. - Interesting patients started in our city! I like it remarkably!

He nervously removed Pensne, Proterer, pressed on his nose again and stared at his grandfather. Grandfather was silent and trampled. Pharmacist was also silent. Silence became painful.

Postal street, three! - Suddenly the pharmacist shouted in the hearts and slammed some kind of rashpathy a thick book. - Three!

The grandfather from Vanya see to the postal street just in time - because of the Oka came a high thunderstorm. Lazy Thunder was impressed by the horizon, as the slespheld straw straightened his shoulders, and reluctantly shook the land. Gray ripples went on the river. Silent zipper, the empty, but rapidly and badly beat in the meadow; Far behind the meadows already burned a stack of hay, lit by them. Large drops of rain fell on the dusty road, and soon she became similar to the lunar surface: each drop left a small crater in dust.

Karl Petrovich played a sinner and melodic piano, when a raster beard of his grandfather appeared in the window.

A minute later, Karl Petrovich was already angry.

I'm not a veterinarian, "he said, and slammed the piano lid. Immediately in the meadows grumbled thunder. - I treated children all my life, not hares.

That the child is that the hare is all one, - stubbornly murmured the grandfather. - All one! Outlists, Javi Grace! Veterinarian Our cases are obvious. He ended in us. This hare can be said, my Savior: I owe him to life, we should have gratitude, and you say - to quit!

After another minute, Karl Petrovich, an old man with gray-haired brisms, worried, listened to the stumbling story of the grandfather.

Karl Petrovich eventually agreed to treat a hare. The next morning, the grandfather went to the lake, and Vanya left Karl Petrovich to walk behind the hare.

A day later, the entire postal street, overgrown with a goose grass, already knew that Karl Petrovich heals a hare, burned on a terrible forest fire and saved some old man. Two days later, the entire small city already knew about this, and on the third day to Carlo Petrovich came the long young man in a fetal hat, called the Moscow newspaper employee and asked to give a conversation about the hare.

The hare cured. Vanya wrapped him into a cotton rag and brought home. Soon, a story about the hare was forgotten, and only some Moscow professor sought for a long time from his grandfather so that he was sold by a hare. I even sent letters with stamps on the answer. But grandfather did not give up. Under his dictation, Vanya wrote a letter to Professor:

"The hare is not a coherent, live soul, let him live in the wild. With this, I remain Larion Malyavin. "

This fall, I spent the night at the grandfather of Lariona on the Uzensky Lake. Constellations, cold, like ice grains, floated in water. Noise dry reed. Ducks funeral in the thickets and mounted complaints all night.

My grandfather did not sleep. He sat at the stove and revenge the ripped fishing net. Then he set a samovar - from him the windows in the hut immediately fucked, and the stars from the fiery points turned into muddy balls. In the courtyard Leaf Murzik. He jumped into the darkness, clogged his teeth and bounced - fought with an impenetrable October night. The hare slept in the Seine and occasionally in a dream pounded the back paw on the rotten half.

We drank tea at night, waiting for a distant and indecisive dawn, and for the tea grandfather told me finally a story about the hare.

In August, the grandfather went to hunt to the northern shore of the lake. The forests were dry, like gunpowder. Grandfather fell a bunny with a torn left ear. The grandfather shot him from the old, connected wire rifle, but missed. Hare dRA.

The grandfather realized that the forest fire began and the fire was right on him. The wind passed into a hurricane. Fire challenged on the ground with unheard of speed. According to the grandfather, even the train could not get away from such a fire. Grandfather was right: during a hurricane, the fire was walking at a speed of thirty kilometers per hour.

The grandfather ran around the bumps, stumbled, fell, smoke went to his eyes, and a wide buzz and crackle of the flame was already heard from behind.

The death of the grandfather was overtaking, grabbed him by the shoulders, and at this time the hare joined the grandfather from under his feet. He ran slowly and dragged the rear paws. Then the grandfather noticed that they had burned the hare.

Grandfather was delighted with a hare, as if native. Like an old forest resident, grandfather knew that the beasts are much better than man Fuck, where fire comes from, and always saves. They are dying only in those rare cases when the fire surrounds them.

Grandfather ran after the hare. He fled, cried from fear and shouted: "Wait, cute, do not run so much!"

The hare brought grandfire from fire. When they ran out of the forest to the lake, the hare and grandfather - both fell from fatigue. The grandfather picked up a hare and brought home.

The hare was laid back legs and belly. Then grandfather cured him and left him.

Yes, "said the grandfather, glancing at the samovar so angry, as if Samovar was all guilt," yes, and before that hare, I walked very much, a dear man.

What have you guessed?

And you do, look at the hare, at my Savior, then you know. Take a lantern!

I took a lantern from the table and went to the Senets. Hare slept. I braked over him with a lantern and noticed that the left ear in the hare was torn. Then I understood everything.

How the elephant saved the host from the tiger

Boris Zhitkov

Hindu has manual elephants. One Hindu went with an elephant in the woods on the firewood.

The forest was deaf and wild. The elephant protested the owner road and helped throw the trees, and the owner sore them on an elephant.

Suddenly the elephant ceased to obey the owner, began to look around, shake his ears, and then raised the trunk and roared.

The owner also looked around, but did not notice anything.

He began to be angry with an elephant and beat him on the ears of the branch.

And the elephant launched a trunk with a crochet, to lift the owner on the back. The owner thought: "I'll sit on the neck to his neck - so it will be more convenient for them to rule."

He sat down on an elephant and became a branch of the elephant on the ears. And the elephant was fivefolded, trampled and spit trunk. Then froze and alerted.

The owner raised the branch to hit the elephant with all his strength, but suddenly the huge tiger jumped out of the bushes. He wanted to attack an elephant from behind and jump on his back.

But he got his paws on firewood, firewood fell. Tiger wanted to jump the other time, but the elephant has already turned, grabbed the trunk of the tiger across the abdomen, squeezed as a thick rope. Tiger revealed his mouth, stood out the tongue and shred out with his paws.

And the elephant really raised him up, then squeezed semes and began to trample with his legs.

And the feet of the elephant - as pillars. And the elephant pulled the tiger in the cake. When the owner came to his fear, he said:

What a fool i'm kicking an elephant! And he saved my life.

The owner took bread from the bag, which prepared for himself, and all gave the elephant.

Cat

MM Svtain

When I see from the window, how it makes my way in the garden of Vaska, I scream to him with the most tender voice:

Va-Sen-ka!

And he is in response, I know, I also shout, but I'm a little on my ear and I do not hear, but I see, as after my screaming on his white muzzle, a pink mouth opens.

Va-Sen-ka! - I scream to him.

And I guess - he shouts me:

Now I am going!

And the firm right tiger step is sent to the house.

In the morning, when the light from the dining room across the open door is seen only with pale clusters, I know that the door in the dark sits and waiting for me a cat Vaska. He knows that the dining room is empty without me, and it is afraid: in another place, he can crush my entrance to the dining room. He has long been sitting here and as soon as I put the kettle, with a kind scream rushes to me.

When I sit down for tea, he sits on my left knee and watches all: as I quarrel sugar with tweezers, how to cut bread, how to smear the oil. I know that it does not eat salt oil, but only a small piece of bread takes, if you didn't catch the mouse at night.

When he assure that nothing delicious on the table - crusts of cheese or a piece of sausages, he sinks on my knee, hurts a little and falls asleep.

After tea when I get up, he wakes up and goes on the window. There it turns his head in all directions, up and down, considering the tall flock and raven flying in this early morning. From the whole complex world of life big City He chooses only birds and rushes all entirely to them.

Day - Birds, and at night - mice, and so the whole world of him: during the day with the light of black narrow slits of his eyes, crossing a muddy green circle, see only birds, and the entire black glowing eye opens at night and sees only mice.

Today, radiators are warm, and from the window very much fucked, and the cat was very bad to count very badly. So what do you think my cat! Rose to the rear paws, the front on the glass and well, wipe, well, wipe! When the rubber and it became clearer, then again calmly sat down as porcelain, and again, counting the check box, began to drive up, down, and to the sides.

Day - Birds, at night - mice, and this is the whole Vaskin world.

Cat Voruga

Konstantin Powesty

We came to despair. We did not know how to catch this red cat. He robbed us every night. He was so deftly hidden that none of us really saw him. Only in a week it was finally possible to establish that the cat is broken ear and cut down a piece of dirty tail.

It was a cat who lost all conscience, a cat - a tramp and a gangster. Called him for the eyes of Worhuga.

He stoleed everything: fish, meat, sour cream and bread. Once he even ruined a tin jar in Chulana. He did not eat them, but chickens fled to the ruptured bank and missed all our worms stocks.

The embracing chickens lay in the sun and moaned. We walked around them and swear, but fishing was still torn.

For almost a month, we spent on making track of a red cat. Rustic boys helped us in this. Once they have suffered and, fattening, they said that at dawn the cat swept away, squeezing through the gardens and dragged Cukan in the teeth with perchs.

We rushed into the cellar and discovered the disappearance of Cookana; It was ten fatty perchs caught on a nail.

It was no longer theft, but robbery in broad daylight. We swore to catch a cat and bloom him for the gangster tricks.

The cat caught the same evening. He stole a piece of liven sausage from the table and climbed with him on a birch.

We started shaking birch. The cat dropped the sausage, she fell to the head of the ruver. The cat looked at us on top of the wild eyes and fell out.

But there was no salvation, and the cat decided on a desperate act. With a terrifying war, he fell off from the birch, fell to the ground, jumped like a soccer ball, and he was tested under the house.

The house was small. He stood in a deaf, abandoned garden. Every night we were a knockout of wild apples that have fallen out of branches on his tested roof.

The house was littered with rods, fraction, apples and dry leaves. We only spent the night in it. All days, from dawn to darkness,

we spent on the shores of countless ducts and lakes. There we caught fish and rated fires in coastal thickets.

To go to the shore of the lakes, I had to pull the narrow paths in fragrant high herbs. Their whiskers swore over their heads and showered shoulders with yellow floral dust.

We were returned in the evening, scratched with a rose, tired, burned with the sun, with ligaments of silver fish, and every time we were met by stories about the new bosyatsky bits of the red cat.

But finally, the cat caught. He climbed under the house in the only narrow LAZ. There was no exit from there.

We laid a laz with the old network and began to wait. But the cat did not go. He dismissed, as an underground spirit, was contrary to and without any fatigue. It was an hour, two, three ... It was time to go to bed, but the cat was called and swore under the house, and it acted on the nerves.

Then Lenka, the son of a rustic shoemaker was called. Lenka was famous for fearlessness and dexterity. He was instructed to pull out a cat home.

Lenka took the silk fishing line, tied to her by the tail caught in the dam and threw it through the LAZ in the underground.

Howl stopped. We heard crunch and predatory clicked - the cat clutched his teeth fishing head. He clung to the dead grip. Lenka dragged behind the fishing line. The cat desperately rested, but Lenka was stronger, and, moreover, the cat did not want to produce delicious fish.

After a minute, the head of the cat with a pin-shed in his teeth appeared in the hole of the Laza.

Lenka grabbed a cat over a collar and raised above the ground. For the first time, we considered it as it should.

The cat climbed his eyes and pressed her ears. By all in case, he picked up for himself. It turned out to be skinny, despite the constant theft, the Fiery-Red Cat-and-Striker with white stomach subapalities.

What do we do with him?

Out out! - I said.

It will not help, "Lenka said. - He has such a character since childhood. Try to feed it as it should.

Cat waited, cloudy eyes.

We followed this advice, dragged the cat to the chungy and gave him a wonderful dinner: fried pork, filled out of perch, cottages and sour cream.

Cat elap more than an hour. He came out of Chulana Steering, sat down on the threshold and washed, glancing on us and at low stars with green chipped eyes.

After washing, he snorted for a long time and rubbed his head about the floor. This, obviously, had to mean fun. We were afraid that he protects his wool on his head.

Then the cat turned over on his back, caught his tail, refused him, spun, stretched out of the stove and peacefully walked.

From that day, he got caught and stopped stealing.

The next morning, he even made a noble and unexpected act.

The chickens were climbing the table in the garden and, pushing each other and overlooking, began to glue buckwheat porridge from the plates.

The cat, trembling with indignation, squeezed to the quarrels and jumped on the table with a short victorious cry.

Chickens took off with a desperate cry. They turned the jug with milk and rushed, losing feathers, surprise from the garden.

Ahead rushed, whatened, a delicious cock-fool, nicknamed "Gorlasche".

The cat carried him on three paws, and the fourth, the front paw of the rooster on the back. Dust and Pooh flew from the rooster. Inside him from each strike, something scooped and buzzed, as if the cat beat the rubber ball.

After that, the rooster lay a few minutes in the seizure, driving his eyes, and quietly moan. His poured cold waterand he moved away.

Since then, the chickens feared to steal. Seeing the cat, they were hiding under the house with a peak and push.

The cat walked around the house and the garden as the owner and watchman. He rubbed his head about our legs. He demanded gratitude, leaving the shreds of red wool on our pants.

We renamed it from Vorugu in the policeman. Although they ruled and argued that it was not entirely convenient, but we were sure that the police would not be for us in the offense.

Smean under the Christmas tree

Boris Zhitkov

The boy took the mesh - a wicker sump - and went to the lake fish catching.

He caught the blue fish. Blue, shiny, with red rugs, with round eyes. Eye - like bugs. And the tail of the fish is just like silk: bluish, thin, golden hairs.

He took a boy with a circle, a small slim glass. He threw out of the lake from the lake in a moss, let the fish in a circle - let him float while.

The fish is angry, beats, breaks out, and the boy is rather her in a circle - boo!

The boy took a quiet fish behind the tail, threw it into a circle - not to see it at all. He himself ran next.

"That's," thinks, "I'll catch the fish, a big crucian."

Who caught fish, the first who caught, he will be well done. Just do not grab immediately, do not swallow: there are spyerny fish - YORS, for example. Bring, show. I'll tell you what kind of fish is, what to spit.

Flew, floated ducklings in all directions. And one floated on all. I got to the shore, quit and went over. What if the fish are found on the bank? She sees - under the Christmas tree is a misechka. In the driver's mulk. "Dai-kalean".

Fish in the water are swosquered, splashing, do it, there is no place to get out - everywhere glass. Dotted duckly, sees - ah yes fish! The biggest took and picked up. And rather to mom.

"I probably first. My first fish caught, I and Well done. "

Fish Red, white feathers, two mustache flips, on the sides of the dark strips, on the scallop of the spot, like a black eye.

Plugged the roofs, flew along the coast - to the mother directly.

The boy sees - the duck flies, lowly flies, over his head, in the beak holds a fish, a red fish with a finger. Shouted the boy in all her throat:

My fish! Duck-thief, now give!

I turned my hands, threw stones, shouted so scary that all the fish was dried.

Drinking duckly yes like a cry:

Quack quack!

I shouted the "Varya-Kra" and missed the fish.

Fishing flooded in the lake, in deep water, snapped with flocks, floated home.

"How to return to your mother to your mother?" - Thought the duck, turned back, flew under the Christmas tree.

She sees - under the Christmas tree is a misechka. Little moss, in a driver's circle, and in a driver - fish.

Ring rank, rather grabbed the fish. Blue fish with a golden tail. Blue, shiny, with red rugs, with round eyes. Eye - like bugs. And the tail of the fish is just like silk: bluish, thin, golden hairs.

I flew clouds higher and rather to mom.

"Well, now I'm not crying, I will not cut the beak. Once it was already a difference. "

So my mother is visible. That's very close. And my mother shouted:

Vary, what are you carrying?

Rus, it is a fish, blue, golden, - a glass of glass under the Christmas tree stands.

So again, the beak snapped, and the fish is plug in the water! Dovefish with golden tail. Shooted the tail, flashed and went, went, went deep into.

I turned back the duckly, flew under the tree, looked into the circle, and a small-small fish in a mouse, a small, not more mosquito, I can be seen. He pecked the duck in the water and that was the power flew back home.

Where do you have a fish? - asked the duck. - I can not see anything.

And the duck is silent, the beak does not open. Thinks: "I'm cunning! Wow, what am I cunning! Hectre all! I will be silent, but I will open the beak - I will miss the fish. Two times dropped. "

And the fish in the beak beats a thin mosquito, and climbs into the throat. Drinking dot: "Oh, it seems, now I swallow! Oh, it seems, swallowed! "

Brothers flew. Each fish. All walked to the mother and the beaks are stuffed. And the duck shouts the Ryanka:

Well, now you show what I brought! He opened the beak of the dot, and there is no fish.

Mitiny friends

George Szbbitsky

In winter, in the December Study, Losiha with the Losenkoy spent the night in a dense osiennik. Start light. The sky has gripped, and the forest, covered with snow, stood the whole white, swept away. Small brilliant frost saved on the branch, on the back of the moose. Moose dreamed.

Suddenly somewhere closely heard a crunch of snow. Losich was alerted. Something gray flashed among snow-covered trees. One moment - and Moshi had already raced away, breaking the icy bore Nasta and tightening her knees in deep snow. The wolves chased behind them. They were lighter than moose and hung up at the imagination. Each second animals get closer and closer.

Losikha could no longer run. Slices kept near the mother. A little more - and gray robbers hook, tear both.

Ahead is Polyana, a woven near the forest wrappers, widely opened gates.

Losi stopped: where to go? But behind, very close, I heard a crunch of snow - the wolves were overtaking. Then the loss, having gathered the remnant of forces, rushed directly into the gate, the slle - behind her.

The son of Lesnik Mitya raked snow in the courtyard. He barely jumped aside - Moshi almost shot down his legs.

Moose! .. What about them, where are they from?

Mitya ran to the gate and involuntarily repaid: the most gates - wolves.

The trembling ran on the back of the boy, but he immediately swung the shovel and shouted:

Here I am!

The animals shook away.

Atu, Atu! .. - I shouted after the Mitya, jumping out for the gate.

Tootow wolves, the boy looked into the courtyard. Losich with Losenk was stood by clogging into the far corner, to the shed.

What were you frightened, you tremble everything ... - Mitya said gently. - Do not be afraid. Now they do not touch.

And he, cautiously by going away from the gate, ran home - to tell what guests were raised into the courtyard.

And the moose stood in the yard, recovered from fright and went back to the forest. Since then, they have stayed all winter in the forest near the wagon.

In the morning, going on the way to school, Mitya often published saw the moose on the forest edge.

Noticing the boy, they did not rush away, but only carefully followed him, putting their huge ears.

Mitya nodded to them his head as old friends, and fled on, in the village.

On an unknown track

N.I. Sladkov

Different paths went to go: bearish, boars, wolf. I went and hare trails and even birds. But such a path walked for the first time. The path was cleared and protruded the ants.

I solved animal secrets on the animal trails. I will see something on this path?

I did not walk on the path itself, but near. It hurts a narrow path - like a ribbon. But for ants, she was, of course, not a ribbon, but a wide highway. And the ants ran through the highway much, a lot. Digitched flies, mosquitoes, blindly. Transparent insect wings glittered. It seemed that the trickle of water was pouring between the territory on the slope.

I am going on an ant trail and consider steps: sixty-three, sixty-four, sixty-five steps ... wow! These are my big, how many ants?! Only on the seventy step, the foot of the strika disappeared under the stone. Serious trail.

I sat down on a stone - relax. I sit looking like a live suck under my feet. Doonet wind - ripples on a living stream. Will the sun - sparkle the rod.

Suddenly, as if the wave joined the forming road. Snake vilneled on it and - Viska! - under the stone on which I was sitting. I even kept my leg, - probably, it is a harmful guy. Well, the fracture - now the ants will neutralize it.

I knew that ants boldly attack snakes. Will clog the snake - and there will be some scales yes bones. I even conceived the skeleton of this snake to pick up and the guys show.

I sit, waiting. Under the legs beating and beating a lively rod. Well, now it's time! Carefully raise a stone - not to damage the snake skeleton. Under stone - snake. But not dead, but the living and not at all similar to the skeleton! On the contrary, she became even thicker! The snake, which had to eat ants, calmly and not hurry herself eating ant. She pressed them with a face and retracted the mouth into his mouth. This snake was not a guy. I have never seen such snakes. Scaway, like emery, small, top and bottom is the same. More to the worm is similar than on the snake.

Amazing snake: raised a stupid tail up, led them from side aside, like head, but suddenly and crawled the tail forward! And the eye is not visible. Not that snake with two heads, not without a head! And feeds on something - ants!

Skeleton did not come out, so I took a snake. At home detail it was seen and determined the name. Her eyes found: small, with a pin head, under scales. That is why they call it - a blindshop. She lives in Norah under Earth. There her eyes are not needed. But crawl out that head, then the tail is convenient. And she can dig earth.

So what unprecedented beast led me an unknown path.

What to say! Each track leads somewhere. Just go without lazy.

Autumn on the threshold

N.I. Sladkov

Forest residents! - shouted once in the morning wise raven. - Autumn at the forest threshold, is everything ready for her arrival?

Ready, ready, ready ...

But we will check now! - Crane raven. - First-way in the fall of the cold in the forest will scratch - what to do?

The beasts responded:

We, proteins, hares, foxes, in winter fur coats will be changed!

We, badgers, raccoons, in warm holes hide!

We, hedgehogs, bats, sleep with a non-dust!

Birds responded:

We are flying to warm edges fly away!

We, fessel, dwellers put on Nada!

The second case, - Raven screams, - Autumn leaves from the trees will begin to skit!

Let him jump! - Birds responded. - Berries will be visible!

Let him jump! - Beast responded. - It will be quieter in the forest!

The third thing, - does not get a raven, - the autumn of the last insect frost is searched!

Birds responded:

And we, Drozdda, Okanokina okay!

And we, dyatlah, the bumps begin to peel!

And we, the scoes, we will get up for weeds!

The beasts responded:

And we will sleep without fly mosquitoes!

The fourth case, - the raven buzzes, - the autumn will be bored with it! Pooch gloomy hengoing, the rains of the tedious will swell, dreary winds are visual. The day is shortened, the sun will hide in the sinus!

Let yourself ugly! - Birds and animals responded together. - We can't miss us! What do we rain and winds when we

in fur fur coats and dwellers! We will be satisfied - do not borrow!

I wanted to ask the wise raven something else, but waved the wing and took off.

Flies, and under it a forest, multicolored, fiber - autumn.

Autumn has already stepped over the threshold. But no one did not scare anywhere.

Hunt for butterfly

MM Svtain

Zhulka, my young marble-blue hunting dog is worn like a caustic bird, behind the butterflies, even behind large flies until the hot breath is thrown out of her grace. But it does not stop her.

Now I was in sight such a story.

Yellow butterfly-kapuette attracted attention. Giselle rushed after her, jumped and missed. Butterfly climbed on. Zhulka for her - HAP! Butterfly, at least that: flies, heels, as if laughing.

HAP! - by. HAP, HAP! - by and past.

Hap, Hap, Hap - and butterfly in the air there are no.

Where is our butterfly? Among children began an excitement. "Ah, ah!" - just heard.

Butterfly is not in the air, the cabbage has disappeared. Giselle itself is still fixed, like wax, turning the head in surprise that up, then down, then the sidel.

Where is our butterfly?

At this time, the hot couples began to press inside the Zhulkina grazing, "there are no sweat glands in dogs. The mouth opened, the tongue fell out, the pairs broke out, and together with the ferry the butterfly flew out and, as if nothing had happened to her, - climbed out for himself on the meadow.

Before that stamped with this butterfly, before, probably, it was difficult for her to restrain his breath with a butterfly in the mouth, which now, seeing the butterfly, suddenly surrendered. Breaking the tongue, long, pink, she stood and looked at the flying butterfly with her eyes at once and small and stupid.

Children brought to us with a question:

Well, why is it not the dog of the sweat glands?

We did not know what to say to them.

Schoolboy Vasya Veselkin answered them:

If the dogs had glands and it would not be necessary to hate them, they would have flown all butterfly for a long time ago and buried.

Under the snow

N.I. Sladkov

Snow poured, covered the earth. Divised Melnoga was delighted that no one would find them under the snow. One little animal even glanced:

Guess who I am? By type mouse, not a mouse. Rising with rat, not rat. I live in the forest, but I call the length. I am a waterproof, and simply - a water rat. Although I am water, but I'm not sitting in water, but under the snow. Because in winter and the water is all frozen. Not one I'm sitting under the snow now, many for the winter have become snowdrops. We waited for carefree days. Here is a ride now in my storeroom, choose the biggest potato ...

Here, on top through the snow, how the black kerpping is twisted: in front, behind, on the side! Biing the stitching language, I climbed and the eyes snapped.

This raveron heard the pool and began to poke the beak in the snow. She looked from above, poked, listened.

I heard that? - grunted. And flew away.

Storesaw transferred the spirit, whispered herself to herself:

UV, as nicely, Mucatina smells!

Fur in the way back - from all his short feet. I barely saved. I was breathed and thinks: "I will be silent - the raven will not find me. And what about the fox? Maybe in a herbal trunk to download, so that the perfume is mouse to beat off? So I will do. And the healing calmly, no one will find me. "

And from the Angle - Laska!

I found you, "says. Laskovo says so, and the eyes of the greatest sparks shoot. And whitewash white teeth. - I found you, staying!

Store in Nora - caress for her. Washing on the snow - and caressing on the snow, straw under the snow - and caressing under the snow. I barely died.

Only in the evening - not breathing! - Bucked up in his storeroom and there - with a loaf, listening and sniffing! - Potato-potatin from the edge caught. And there was a glad. And no longer boast that her life was carefree under the snow. And under the snow in the Ear East Keep, and there you hear and feel.

About Elephant

Boris Lodkov

We approached the steamer to India. In the morning they should have come. I changed from the watch, I was tired and could not fall asleep: I thought everything would be there. That's how if I used to bring a whole box of toys in childhood and only tomorrow you can open it. Everything thought - that morning, I will immediately open my eyes - and the Hindus, black, enter around, fit in incomprehensible, not what in the picture. Bananas right on the bush,

the city is new - everything will move, will play. And elephants! The main thing - the elephants I wanted to see. Everything could not believe that they were not there as in zoological, but easily go, carry: on the street suddenly such a romance is rushing!

I could not fall asleep, straight legs from impatience scarce. After all, it is, you know when you go dry, not at all: you see how everything gradually changes. And then two weeks ocean - water and water, and immediately a new country. How the curtain in the theater was raised.

The next morning flooded on the deck, touched. I rushed to the window, to the window, - ready: the city of White on the shore is worth; Port, vessels, near the boat side: black in white chalms - teeth shine, scream something; The sun shines with all its strength, it seems, it seems to be light. Here I went crazy, suffocated right: as if I was not me and all this is a fairy tale. There is nothing in the morning I did not want. Comrades are expensive, I will stand two watch for you in the sea - you will go ashore soon.

Jumped together as shore. In the port, in the city, everything is boilit, boils, the people are sticking, and we are like frantic and do not know what to look, and do not go, but what carries us (and after the sea on the shore it is always strange to walk). We look - a tram. They sat in the tram, we do not really know, why we are going, just next, - wondered straight. Tram us rush, we stress around and did not notice how we left for the outskirts. Next does not go. Got out. Road. Let's go on the road. Come somewhere!

Here we calmed down a little and noticed that it was great. The sun over the mask itself is; The shadow does not lie from you, but the whole shadow under you: you go, and the shadow is trample.

There were few people already passed, there were no people to meet, we look - to meet the elephant. With him, four guys - run alongside the road. I didn't believe it right my eyes: I didn't see one in the city, but it comes easily on the road. It seemed to me that from zoological broke out. Elephant saw us and stopped. It became terrible: there are no nobody with him, guys alone. And who knows him that he has in his mind. Moth times a trunk - and ready.

And the elephant, probably thought about us: they are some extraordinary, unknown, - who knows them? And became. Now the trunk bent the crochet, the boy became a hook for a hook on this, as on the footboard, with his hand for a trunk he holds, and elephant him gently sent himself on his head. That there sat between the ears as on the table.

Then the elephant sent another two for two more, and the third was small, four years old must be - on it only the shirt was short, like a bra. Elephant hees a trunk - go, they say, sit down. And he makes different frills, laughs, runs away. Senior shouts to him from above, and he jumps and teases - you will not take, they say. The elephant did not wait, lowered the trunk and went - pretended that he did not want to watch on his tricks. It goes, a trunk is swaying, and the boy goes around his legs, shrivered. And just when he did not wait for nothing, the elephant suddenly the trunk of the DAC! Yes, so deft! Caught him for the shirt at the back and raises upwards. That hands, legs, like a bug. No one! No you. Raised the elephant, cautiously lowered himself on his head, and there the guys accepted him. He is there, on an elephant, still tried to fight.

We were stood, we go to the side of the road, and the elephant from another side and look at us carefully and carefully. And the guys also stare on us and whisper in themselves. Sit, like at home, on the roof.

Here, - I think - great: they have nothing to be afraid there. If B and Tiger caught towards, the elephant tiger caught, grabbing the hobishbie the abdomen, squeeze the tree above the tree and, if it would not be picked up on the fangs, it would still be hung on the fangs until it hits the cake.

And then the boy took, like a goat, two fingers: carefully and carefully.

The elephant passed by us: we look, turns out of the road and pop up the bushes. Bushes are dense, prickly, the wall is growing. And he - through them, like through Bournan, - only the branches hurt, - passing and went to the forest. I stopped near the tree, took a trunk and burned the guys. Those now they drank on their feet, grabbed over the branch and shatter from it. And the little jumps, he tries to grab myself too, it's not on an elephant, but it stands on Earth. The elephant launched the branch and drew another. Again the same story. There is a small one, it seems that I entered the role: I completely climbed this thread, so that he also got it, and works. All finished, the elephant was letting the branch, and a small one, we look and flew with a branch. Well, we think, disappeared - flew now as a bullet, in the forest. We rushed there. No, where there! Do not crawl through the bushes: spiny, and thick, and confused. We look, the elephant in the leaves of the trunk shake. Sold down this small, - he, it can be seen, I climbed a monkey, "I got it out and put in place. Then the elephant went on the road ahead of us and went back. We are behind him. He goes and at times looks around, we mowing: what, they say, there are some kind of come from behind? So we came to the house behind the elephant. Around the woven. The elephant opened the trunk of the Bimber and carefully soaked into the courtyard; There guys lowered to the ground. In the courtyard of the Htunch on him began to shout something. She did not immediately notice us. And we stand through the woven look.

The Hompault yells on an elephant, - the elephant reluctantly turned and went to the well. The well has two columns, and between them a view; On it the rope is wound and handle on the side. We look, the elephant took the trunk behind the handle and began to twirl: he drifted as if empty, pulled out - a whole badge there on the rope, the buckets of ten. The elephant rested the root of the trunk in the handle, so as not to get drunk, bent the trunk, picked up a badge and, as a mug with water, put on board the well. Baba scored water, the guys also forced to carry - she just washed. The elephant again descended and the full twisted upstairs.

The hostess began to scold him again. The elephant launched a badge into the well, shook her ears and went away - did not get the water more, went under a canopy. And there in the corner of the courtyard on the chlipping columns the canopy was arranged - only an elephant to bring to him. From above, revertantly and some leaves are long.

Here is the Hindu, the owner itself. See us. We say - the elephant came to watch. The owner knew a little in English, asked who we were; Everything on my Russian cap shows. I say Russians. And he did not know what Russians were.

Not the British?

No, - I say - not the British.

He was delighted, laughed, immediately the other became: called to himself.

And the Hindus of the British can not tolerate: the British have long been conquered by the country, they are managed there and the Hindus are held under the heel.

I'm asking:

What does this elephant come out?

And this he, - says, was offended, and, it means, not in vain. Now it will not work for work until it goes away.

We look, the elephant came out of a canopy, to the gate - and away from the courtyard. We think now it will go completely. And the Hindu laughs. The elephant went to the tree, leaned sideways and so straighten. The tree is healthy - right all the chaknuna. It hees itches as like a pig about the fence.

I scratched, scored dust in a trunk and there, where herself, dust, earth as a blow! Once, and also, and more! It is he who does not start anything in the folds: all his skin is solid, like a sole, and in folds - fond, and in southern countries All insect bustaches mass.

After all, see what: about the columns in the barn it does not bope, so as not to rip out, carefully even makes the way there, and itching goes to the tree. I speak Hindu:

What is your smart!

And he laughs.

Well, "says, if I had lived a bowel station, it would not have learned. And he, - shows on an elephant, - My grandfather Nanchil.

I looked at the elephant - it seemed to me that not the Hindu here was the owner, but an elephant, an elephant here is the most important.

I say:

Old he is yours?

No, "he says," he is a myastopters, he herself! I have won elephant, his son, - twenty years old, is completely a child. By forty years, only to enter starts. Here, wait, the elephant will come, you will see: he is small.

Slonich came, and with her elephant - with a horse of magnitude, without fangs; He is behind the mother, like a foal, walked.

Hindu guys rushed to help, began to jump somewhere. Elephant also went; Slonich and Elephant - with them. Hindu explains that on the river. We are also with the guys.

They did not spend us. Everyone tried to talk - they are in their own way, we are in Russian - and laughed all the way. Little most of all praised us, - all my caps put on and shouted something funny - maybe about us.

Air in the forest odorless, spicy, thick. Wested forest. Came to the river.

Not a river, but the flow is fast and rushing, so shore and grows. To the water fragment in Arshin. Elephants entered the water, took the elephant with them. They set, where he was on the breast of water, and began to wash it together. Wrapped from the bottom of the sand with water in a trunk and, as from the intestine, it is watered. Great so - only splashes fly.

And the guys fear into the water to climb - it hurts a rapid flow, will take it. They jump on the shore and let's throw in the elephant with pebbles. He doesn't even pay attention to him, he doesn't pay attention - all his elephant washes. Then, I look, I scored in the trunk of water and suddenly, as it turns into boys and one right in the belly, as a blow, he and sat down. Laughs, poured.

Elephant again wash his wash. And the guys still beastly pebble to displays. Elephant Only ears shakes: Do not take, they say, you see, there is no time to indulge! And just when the boys were not waiting, thought - he dunet with water to the elephant, he immediately turned the trunk and in them.

Those are happy, tumble.

Elephant went ashore; Ilonenok him trunk stretched out his hand. The elephant worked his trunk about him and helped him to get out.

All went home: Three elephants and four guys.

Another day I asked where you can look at the elephants at work.

On the edge of the forest, the river, the whole city of the Taucan logs is crazy: Stacks are standing, each embroidering in the hut. Immediately stood one elephant. And it was immediately visible that he was absolutely an old man - the skin on it completely saved and buried, and the trunk, like a rag, dangles. The ears are sprayed some. I look, another elephant comes from the forest. The trot is swinging a log - a huge timber-shaped. Puddles must be in a hundred. The porter rolls over, suitable for old elephant. The old picks up the log from one end, and the porter lowers the log and moves the trunk to the other end. I look: what will they do? And elephants together, as a team, raised the log on trunk up and gently put on the stack. Yes, so smoothly and correctly - as a carpenter on the construction.

And not a single person near them.

I later found out that this old elephant is the main artel train: he was already at this work.

The porter left slowly into the forest, and the old man hung the trunk, turned back to the stack and began to look at the river, as if he wanted to say: "I was tired of it, and I would not see."

And the third elephant with a log is already from the forest. We - where the elephants came from.

It is clear to tell that we saw here. Elephants with forest developments drag these logs to the river. In one place at the road - two trees on the sides, and so that the elephant with a log is not to pass. The elephant will reach this place, lowers the log on the ground, will cause his knees, turns trunk and the very nose, the root of the trunk pushes a log forward. Earth, stones fly, tert and plow the log in the earth, and the elephant crawls and shoves. It can be seen how difficult it is in his knees of crawling. Then he gets, it will take enough and not immediately takes. Again will turn it across the road, again on the knees. Put the trunk on the ground and the knees rolling the log on the trunk. How trunk will not spread! Look, again I got up and carries. Swinging like a cargo pendulum, a log on a trunk.

There were eight hundreds of all elephants, - and everyone had to be shoved in a log in the nose: people did not want to cut those two trees that they stood on the road.

We were unpleasant to look at how old the old man was being grown, and the elephants were sorry, which crawled on the knees. We are not afraid and left.

Pushok

George Szbbitsky

In the house we had an Hedgehog, he was manual. When he was stroked, he pressed his spines to his back and was made very soft. For this we called him a gun.

If the gun was hungry, he chased me like a dog. At the same time, the Yozh puffers, snort and bite me over his feet, demanding food.

In the summer I took a gun with myself to walk into the garden. He ran through the paths, caught a frog, beetles, snails and with an appetite they eaten them.

When winter came, I stopped taking a gun for a walk, kept him at home. We fed now gun milk, soup, uterine bread. It will rise, it happened, Hedgehog, will take over the stove, drove by the glomerus and sleeps. And in the evening it will come out and starts to run around the rooms. It runs all night, his paws is tolerate, everyone interferes with everyone. So he in our house more than half of the winter lived and never visited the street.

But I once gathered somehow on sleds from the mountain ride, and there is no comrades in the yard. I decided to take a gun with my way. I took out the boxes, there was a siene there and planted hedgehogs, and so that he was warm, too, I also closed the warmth. The box put in Sanki and ran to the pond, where we always rode from the mountain.

I fled to the whole spirit, imagining myself with a horse, and the gun in the sledding.

It was very good: the sun shone, the frost has a hip ears, nose. But the wind is completely bite, so the smoke from the village pipes is not cruised, and restrained the straight pillars to the sky.

I looked at these pillars, and it seemed to me that it was not smoke at all, and the thick blue rings are descended from the sky and the small toy houses are tied to them at the bottom of them.

I rolled away from the mountain, the bang of Sanki with a hedgehog home.

I'm lucky - suddenly the guys suddenly: they run into the village to watch a dead wolf. His justice hunters were brought there.

I set aside sleds in the barn and also rushed to the village too. There we stayed until the evening. They looked like a wolf removed the skin, as it was raised on a wooden crossine.

I remembered the gun only on another day. Very frightened, did not convince anyone. Immediately rushed into the barn, to sleds. I look - it lies my gun, curling out, in the box and does not move. How much I neither shake him or brake, he did not even move. During the night, it can be seen, completely frozen and died.

I ran to the guys, told about my misfortune. They got sick all together, but there is nothing to do, and decided to bury the gun in the garden, bury in the snow in the box in which he died.

For a whole week, we all grieved about the poor cannon. And then I gave me a living owl - I was caught in a barn in Saraj. He was wild. We began to tame it and forgot about the cannon.

But spring came, so what a warm! I went to the garden once in the morning: there in the spring there are especially good - the finches sing, the sun shines, the puddles are huge around, like lakes. I make my way carefully along the track, so as not to stick the dirt in Kalosh. Suddenly ahead, in a pile of last year's leaves, something called. I stopped. Who is this - an animal? What? From under dark leaves, a familiar face appeared, and black eyes looked right at me.

Do not remember yourself, I rushed to the animal. After a second, I already kept a gun in my hands, and he sniffed my fingers, snorted and poked to me in the palm of cold nose, demanding food.

Immediately on Earth, the exhausted box with a hay was lying around, in which the gun slept safely all the winter. I raised the box, planted her hedgehog and brought home with a celebration.

Guys and ducklings

MM Svtain

A little wild duck of chirouse-whistles decided to finally translate his ducklings from the forest, bypassing the village, in the lake to freedom. In the spring, it is a lake far away and a durable place for the nest could only find the versts for three, on the bar, in a swampy forest. And when the water slept, all three versts had to travel to the lake.

In places open to human eye, foxes and haasting, mother walked behind, so as not to let duck up for a minute. And near the forge, when moving across the road, she, of course, launched them forward. Here and saw the guys and went storms. All the time, as long as they caught ducklings, the mother ran behind them with the opened beak or flights to different directions a few steps in the greatest excitement. The guys were just gathered to throw his mother's caps and catch her, as ducklings, but here I came up.

What will you do with ducklings? - I asked the guys strictly.

They are strosal and answered:

Let me.

That's the "let's"! - I said very angry. - Why did you need to catch them? Where is the mother now?

And Won sits! - Chorus answered the guys. And they pointed to me on a close hilly of the steam field, where the duck really sat with the mouth open from excitement.

Alive, I ordered the guys, "go and return it all ducklings!

They seemed even delighted by my order, right and ran with ducklings on the hill. Mother flew away a little and, when the guys left, rushed to save her sons and daughters. In his own way, she quickly told them and ran to oat field. It ran down ducklings - five pieces, and so on oat field, bypassing the village, the family continued his journey to the lake.

I happily removed the hat and, having fading it, shouted:

Happy way, ducklings!

Guys needed to laugh at me.

What are you laughing, stitching? - I told the guys. - Do you think it's easy to get rolling into the lake? Remove all the caps, shout "Goodbye"!

And the same hats, ducklings ducklings ducklings, rose into the air, shouted the guys all at once:

Goodbye ducklings!

Blue lap

MM Svtain

Through our large forest, the highway is carried out with separate paths for passenger cars, for trucks, for cart and pedestrians. Now for now for this highway, only the forest cut down the corridor. Well look along the cutting down: two green walls of the forest and the sky at the end. When the forest was cut down, then large trees were held somewhere, the small brotherpiece - the rcholanik was collected in huge heaps. We wanted to take a rocker for the heating of the factory, but did not manage, and the heaps around the whole widespread remained wintering.

In the fall, the hunters complained that the hares were disappeared somewhere, and some tied this disappearance of the hares with the cutting of the forest: slaughtered, knocked, gomoni and scattered. When Porosh was flew away and in the footsteps it was possible to see all the harassment of the tricks, the tracker came to Rodiouli and said:

- Blue lap all lies under the pile of the rocker.

Rodieldy, unlike all hunters, the hare called not a "oblique line", and always "blue lapties"; There is nothing to surprise here: after all, the hare is not more like something like on the lap, and if they say that there are no blue flashes in the world, then I will say that it does not happen.

A rumor about the hares under the piles instantly surved all our town, and under the day off, hunters led by the parents began to flog to me.

Early in the morning, at the most dawn, we went to hunt without dogs: the RodiOni was such a kind of artist, which was better than hunters to catch up with a hare on the hunter. As soon as it was seen so much that it was possible to distinguish the traces of the fox from the hare, we took a hare trail, went on it, and, of course, he led us to one pile of a rchower, high like our wooden house with mezzanine. Under this bunch was to lie the hare, and we, prepare the gun, became all around.

"Come on," we said to the Porodiov.

- Get out, blue lap! He shouted and put a long stick under a pile.

The hare did not jump off. Rodields swipe. And, thinking, with a very serious face, looking around every trifle on the snow, went around the whole bunch and once again went around: nowhere was there an output trace.

"Then he," said Rodiouli confidently. - Become to the places, children, he is here. Ready?

- Come on! - We shouted.

- Get out, blue lap! - shouted the RodiOnch and three times drewed under the rocker such a long stick that the end of her on the other side almost knocked down one young hunter.

And so - no, the hare did not jump out!

Such a confusion with our oldest tracker has never happened in life: he even in his face as if a little opal. We had a bustling, everyone began to guess something in his own way, to all poke her nose, go here in the snow and so, swaying all the traces, take away all the opportunity to solve the practice of a smart hare.

And now, I see, Rodiouli suddenly spawned, sat down, satisfied, to the stump, hedded from the hunters, rolls himself a cigarette and blinks, then hesitates me and calls me. Corresponding to the case, imperceptibly for everyone I come to the parents, and he shows to me upstairs, on the very top of the high heap of the rchower.

"Look," he whispers, "what a blue is playing blue with us."

Not immediately on the white snow I saw two black dots - Belyak's eyes and two more small points - black tips of long white ears. This head was sticking out from under the goke and turned into different sides of the hunters: where they, there and the head.

It cost me to raise a gun - and ended in an instant the life of a smart habit. But I feel sorry for me: you never know, stupid, lies under the heaps! ..

Rodields without words understood me. He crushed himself from the snow tight lump, waited when the hunters were hardened on the other side of the heap, and, well-conceived, let him go to the hare.

I never thought that our ordinary hare-beacon, if he suddenly stands on a heap, and still jump up Arshina for two, and will appear against the sky, - that our hare may seem like a giant on a huge rock!

And what happened to the hunters? He fell straight to them from the sky. In one moment, everyone grabbed the rifles - to kill something very easily. But every hunter I wanted to kill another earlier, and everyone, of course, was enough, not to be used at all, and the hare Livhonyky was set into bushes.

- Here's blue lap! - delightedly told him after Rodield.

The hunters once again had time to have enough bushes.

- killed! - shouted one, young, hot.

But suddenly, as if in response to "killed," the tail flashed in the distant bushes; This tail hunters for some reason is always called flower.

Blue lap with hunters from distant bushes only with their own "flower" waved.

Brave dot.

Boris Zhitkov

Each morning, the hostess took the full plate of chopped eggs ducklings. She put a plate near the bush, and he left.

As soon as they drove to the plate, suddenly a big dragonfly cracked out of the garden and started spinning over them.

She so scary shredded that the frightened ducklings ran and hid in the grass. They were afraid that the dragonfly of them all snaps.

And the evil dragonfly sat on the plate, I tried me and then flew. After that, ducklings have not come to the plate all day. They were afraid that dragonfly arrive again. In the evening, the hostess cleaned the plate and said: "There must be our ducklings, they don't eat anything." She did not know that the hungry went to bed every night.

Once, their neighbor came to visit the ducks, a small duck of Alyosha. When ducklings told him about dragonfly, he began to laugh.

Well and bravets! - he said. - I'm one run this dragonfly. Here you will see tomorrow.

You boast, "said ducklings," tomorrow you will be afraid and beat. "

At another morning, the hostess, as always, put a plate with chopped eggs on the ground and gone.

Well, look, "said bold Alyosha," I will fight your dragonfly. "

Only he said it, as dragonfly was sidden. It flew on top to the plate.

Ducklings wanted to escape, but Alyosha was not frightened. Dragonfly did not have time to take a plate, as Alyosha grabbed her with a beak behind the wing. She broke up with a breakdown and flew away with the broken wing.

Since then, she has never arrived in the garden, and ducklings every day they were united. They not only ate themselves, but also treated brave Alyosha for saving them from dragonfly.

Give yourself pleasure from immersion in a stunning world of knowledge about the land of animals existing on the planet. These collections best books About animals will tell you about all possible classes and types of earthly inhabitants, their characteristics of life, development and evolution. Where did they come from and how many years live. Many facts, stories and myths about the appearance of an animal world. Steps of their development, all this and much more will tell you the collections of the best books about animals. Here you will find answers to all the questions you are interested in, and detailed photos and colorful pictures will help better perceive the information outlined. Learn a little more about the animal world.

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Walking along the coast of the Crimean Peninsula in search of earnings, a small circus troupe, consisting of an old flore, young, but bravely not over the years, Serge's acrobat and a dedicated trained Poodle Arto, give presentations to vacationers.

2. Allaberd Haidov - where the sun falls asleep
Shakhannok Chernysh, choosing from maternal log house, faces survival lessons in wildlife. Once on Bartz, he begins his journey, where every day prepares to him both trials and wonderful discoveries, and the beauty of nature itself fascinates.

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The story of a horse nicknamed black handsome, which originates from the carefree days on the farm in the province, but continues to be seriously difficult in London. Many difficulties and cruelty arise on his way. And only at pensions the sun of happiness again illuminates his life.

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This wonderful biologist introduces the reader with the scientific works of its fifty-year-old activities. The scientist travels through various continents and observes the behavior of animals among themselves, their interaction with landscapes, as well as with people.

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The story, told from the first mouth, about Hollywood and the cinema mysteries from the inside. And even though it is the mouth of the dog, but what. Tray dogs, famous for the whole world with their roles in the films "Water Elephants!" and "artist". And the irony and humor of the narration itself will cause a wave of death.

6. Vera Chaplin - Random Meetings
Stories about the most ordinary animals who live with a man side by side. The inhabitants of nature can be like four-legged, dongy or even covered, and the book teaches them to all with special care and love. And the variety of photos only enhances this effect.

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The story of how devotee can be a dog name Bim, and about how soulless and cruel people around him. Until the last sigh, he is looking for his beloved owner. This book is the opportunity to look at the eyes of a dog on our own and our imperfections.

8. Georgy Vladimov - Ruslan
Ruslan is a German Shepherd, along with other guard dogs a guarding camp of prisoners. But political power The country changes, the camps are disbanded, and dogs become no one needed. Ruslana is lucky, he is not killed. But there are still so many dangers in the world.

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Two kids of Bear Neeva and Mickey Puppy combine their strength to survive in the harsh climate of American taiga. Now any predator is not terrible. When it comes to Mishke to fall back, Mickey is looking for adventures alone, but, waking up, nothing sees a puppy again.

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Essay on behalf of a rural veterinary doctor, whose work cannot be called light, but he with humor and patience refers to all the same terms of his profession. A number of stories about various animals and their owners, imbued with great love and kindness to the whole living.

11. James Harrot - about all the creatures of beautiful and amazing
The next notes about animals are not only a talented writer, but also a wonderful veterinarian. With a large share of sincerity, the book reveals all the subtleties of this difficult profession, teaches to be kinder and show selfless love and compassion for living creatures.

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British naturalist talks about his 1949 expedition to Cameroon. He introduces the original nature of those corners who have not yet managed to affect civilization. He especially successfully managed to image the ruler of these lands, which Ahirimby II itself was.

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Biologist travel story Together with his wife Jackie by expanses South America, namely, on Argentina and Paraguay, in search of rare zoological collections. Spouses showed care for exotic animals. The expedition began in 1954 and lasted six months.

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The book tells about the journey of Darrell to British Guiana, which he made with his companion. Their main task was to capture animals inherent in this area of \u200b\u200bSouth America. However, according to the author, the most severe is the competent content of animals in captivity.

15. John Grogen - Marley and we
The autobiographical romance of the journalist about his family life during their habitat of Labrador Marley. Grogen shares various stories about the tricks of the dog and the relationship with it. About what lessons he made from this period and how she forgives everything because of love for Nature.16.
Cet Dirly is present on a dinner, where Krulle de Ville expresses his dislike for animals. And soon the pair disappears 15 puppies of the Dalmatian breed. They are now among 97 puppies stolen to take possession of their skin and fur. Will it lead to the salvation of the Union of animals and "Twilight Laya"?

17. John Khmelevskaya - Pafnuti
Forest residents under the leadership of a charming bear Pafnutiya save the forest from all the troubles that man can bring. People forget the garbage in the forest, wash the cars in the river and even lose their children here. That only do not have to make beasts for the sake of saving your home.

18. Clair Bezant - translation from cat. Learn to talk with your cat
Your cat is spreading furniture and wallpaper, copes the need not to the places allotted for this, boring meowing at night? The book will help to deal with the reasons for what is happening, to identify the true desires of your pet and find unprecedented mutual understanding.

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An eleven-year-old Martine girl after the death of parents have to move to live to her grandmother in Africa. Savubon's reserve now becomes home not only for local animals, but also for heroine. Only here's the mystery so long hid grandmother from granddaughter?

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Diary of the dog nicknamed battle, in the past tramp, and now a member of a loving family. Its philosophical notes are interspersed with practical recommendations about dog life. Yes, and he himself - whether the possessor of the persecution, whether the Majiya Mania, the fully focused on himself.

21. Gray Owl - Sadge and her beavers
Saddy - a young girl belonging to the tribe of the Indians of Ojabay. Together with the elder brother Shepain, she takes care of two lost bobryats, whom they try to save from the merchants. The background of events serves the virgin nature of North Ontario.

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A collection of fairy tales about favorite heroes - a bear and hedgehog, donkey and hare that so like children for the wonderful resemblance to themselves. They are the same kind, naive and curious. And the most common processes occurring in nature, the author pretends as real wonders.

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The book accommodates four stories, where the main character grows up from history to history, at least names of her and different in each of them. Also there is a large dog that appears for a short period of time, and then dies the most terrible way.

24. Terry Pratchett - Cat without
According to the author, the cats are real, which are routine on the flower beds, rut furniture, eat mice, toads and other trifles and unreal, with obedient and soft character. Here, a great many observation of the mustache-tailed friends, the classification of their breeds that have not been heard earlier.

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Male Cod Trond Rose is very inquisitive. And to get answers to their numerous questions, he travels around the sea, then climbing the surface, then dropping to the very bottom. On the way he meets marine inhabitantswho tell him about her life.

26. Sheila Barnford - Incredible Travel
Siamese cat and two hunting dogs began their journey through all Canada only in order to meet with their owners again, the separation from which they could not move. How many dangers sometimes even fatal, they will have to go through. But their strength is in mutual.

27. Sean Ellis - its own among wolves
The author wishes to reconcile a person and wolf. And to show that these animals are not as dangerous, as everyone believes, he goes to the mountain, finds the flock and lives with them for two years, performing the same thing as they: sleeping, fighting, growls, howls, raises us. In his opinion, wolves are so similar to people.

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Cat Murr wanted to write autobiography, but by coincidence, his manuscript is mixed with the sheets of the biography of the Craisler's composer. Here are two opposite character: confident scientist and lover Murr and a suspicious and capricious cruisler.

29. Eyvi - Heroes of Dark Boron
The brave mouse is pope facing some difficulties, but to retreat in front of them is not in its character. In the House of Region, once his friend, she brings sad news. And to support it as always ready true friends - Dikupo Eret and Mouse Paradise.

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Rat is not so like her relatives. Thirst for new knowledge, new acquaintances fascinating her on a journey through the world around. And this book is a diary, where the rat describes its adventures and how difficulties she collided and how the winner came out.

Any kid loves very much when parents read the books to him. This is probably laid at an inline level when an adult reads the baby, they seem to be configured on one wave and come closer. In addition, most impressions for babies cause. I wanted to place information about those animal books that we read or read and who like, I think so, any child.

"Fox and Mouse" by Vitaly Bianki

The book "Lis and Mouse", written by Vitaly Bianca, a good and kind book for the smallest. In the publication, the author simply, accurately and clearly explains the relationship among animals.

The work is a real masterpiece and really liked my daughter. Pictures in a book saturated, bright and alive, worth paying tribute to a talented artist Yury Vasnetsov. The daughter loves very much, overflowing her pages, view a chanterelle and a mouse. For us, she became a "chopstick" and truly interested my daughter. Literally after several readings, the baby itself began to retell it, which indicates that it is simple in perception. In the process of reading, I myself seemed to returned in childhood. The quality of the book was also pleased: pages and covers are dense, large pictures and text of the right size.

The disadvantage of the book is its size. Tabs are not very convenient to flip big pages. Pages with a size of A4 sheet. It seems to me that it could be done a little less, but each has different preferences. The price for the publication is quite overestimated for children's books with a small number of pages.

"Jungle Book" Redudard Kipling

The "Jungle Book" of the English writer Reddiard Kipling, manufactured by the publishing house Mahaon, contains not only familiar to many fairy tales and stories, but also unique poetic works, which previously translated into Russian.

The book presents elegant illustrations, but my daughter until the end did not appreciate such a masterpiece. It seems to me that the publication will interest children a little older than kids. It is a pity that "Mowgli" was very strongly cut, offensively, but the rest is quite an interesting book. It's just strange why the world-famous work could not be conveyed in an original form, without any changes. Regarding the price, I want to say that the book is not cheap, but it is worth it - there are no such stunning and realistic pictures in every book.

The advantages include quite understandable and readable text, absolutely the entire work has been affected by the not the notoric letter E, and as it should be the drawings of the artist Robert Inglen deserve due attention and are made at the highest level.

As a result, I note that the book will have to taste young schoolchildren and their parents.

Here is an example of a page from the inside of the book:

Your first encyclopedia "Animals"

The most interesting and informative publication from the "Your First Encyclopedia" series, issued by Mahar Publishing House.

Encyclopedia will immerse the kids in animal world And introduces to the inhabitants of our planet. It has information about the most different inhabitants of the Earth: about predators and mammals, the abylls of jungle and pets, insects, birds and dinosaurs.

This book caused indescribable delight and genuine interest among my child, which is now three years old. Also worth noting. That many adults can get a lot of new, interesting, and most importantly useful information After reading the encyclopedia. The quality of the book at the highest level at such a low price, it is undoubtedly the advantage of this publication. My girl really liked the section telling about pets and forest residents. She looked at the new animals with enthusiasm for her, and I told her about each of them. Now Mom knows what to take a child!

We now turn to the disadvantages. I consider the most minus, which is a consequence of the quality of the paints used. But it is worth noting that all existing advantages with more than a small flaw.

In general, the book is definitely worthy of not only younger kids, but also their parents!

Here is an example of a page from within this wonderful book about animals for children:

Russian animals - educational cards

Packaging has 16 cards with a variety of animals living on the expanses of our country. The presented cards are the size of the A3 format. Excellent image quality - children can easily find pictures in the picture of animals and with unprecedented interest consider every inhabitant.

In my opinion, these cards are suitable for kids of any age. Ideally, to show them both the smallest kids, and use as a supplement when teaching children of preschool and school age. They will become an integral attribute in the classroom study with the world and ecology. Animals are depicted in those conditions in which they live.

When my daughter was very small, I showed her these cards with animals, loudly uttered the names of animals and quickly changed the cards of the software.

That's what these cards look like

The only drawback that they are made of subtle cardboard, so the child can easily break them. Therefore, my advice, do not leave the baby with the cards alone - play and explore together. In the same series there are cards about animals Africa, pets, marine mammals and many others.

"Russian tales about animals"

This should look like a book designed for the smallest kids. Name Nikolai Ustinov is already a guarantee of the unsurpassed quality of the publication. All his books are real masterpieces and examples for imitation. The book has seven different fairy tales that my daughter really liked:

1. "Fox-sister and Wolf",
2. "Swan geese",
3. "Princess Frog",
4. "Masha and the Bear",
5. "Three Bears",
6. "Fox and hare"
7. and "chanterelle with a rill"

Large font, bright and "live" illustrations and a variety of interesting fairy tales in the "right" processing - there are no complex, loaded and prosecutive suggestions. The book reads easily, in one breath. The simple style of the presentation was very much like Stefania, and bright and unobtrusive pictures attract the attention of a small discoverer.

The book itself is a little less than A4 format. In my opinion, not the best book size for the smallest. It is difficult for a child to overflow the pages. They are that and the case tormented to bend, and in the end, the kid is inappropriately tearing a page.

"Russian fairy tales about animals" occupied the honorable place in our while a small children's library.

Here is an example of a page from the inside of this animal book for children:

"My first encyclopedia with Bear Winnie and his friends"

The most beautiful and entertaining book for the kids. The child will go on a fascinating trip through the encyclopedia pages together with Disney characters. He will know:

• Why do the tigers need wool?
• How to breathe fish under water and many other interesting things.

Thanks to the book, the baby will expand his horizons, develops intelligence and acquires new knowledge.

When choosing a book, I, first of all, relied on what he could like. Disney book came across the eyes, I just "fell in love," and she really liked the child. The book has many bright and beautiful photos of various animals. Consider and reading such a "creation" is a pleasure, the text is read easily, unobtrusive style. You are not tired of the book, I am ready to see her for hours. My baby teaches animals by itself and tells about the habitat of each of them.

I consider the only disadvantage, the quality of paper from which the encyclopedia pages are made. It is very subtle and tills when turning pages.

Such a book should be in the collection of any family in which small inquisitive kids will grow up.

An example of a page from the inside of the book:

Pischika for kids

Unusual book for the smallest kids. Such a book is able to captivate a child for a whole day. My daughter loves to lie down with her and read, depicting an adult girl, looks at the pictures of animals with interest.

The advantages of the book is primarily its safety and environmental friendliness. She does not break. It can be looked and sucking and even try to teeth! The daughter is delighted with the rustling book, and such a rustling did not scare my baby, but on the contrary, she starts laughing in response.

Not only liked one thing - the quality of the illustrations leaves much to be desired. In principle, a good toy for small ducts.

Here is an example of a page from the inside of this book:

23 books about animals who like any child

What to read the young Sapiens, which the whole soul stretches to the living? Or - in order for the shower to relicize to him?

We have already remembered how "the extraordinary adventures of Karika and Vali", "in the country of the dense herbs", "COAPP! COAPP! COAPP! ", Vitaly Biianki stories. But there are still quite a few books in the world who make a man man, talking about his animals Raisses.

For small

Ondřej Secret "Ferda Ant

Very kind and sweet, but at the same time absolutely not pink-snotty reading for the baby about the life of small interesting goat. Snails, grasshoppers, beetles live quite human life, but the child receives info about their real names and features. The main character, Ferda ant, as it should be, kind, brave and the miley character.

Evgeny Charushin "Stories about animals"

"Volchishko", "Yashka", "Cat Maruska", "Type, Tomka and forty" ... Remember? How we loved them! Perhaps Charushin's stories are a little sentimental and old-fashioned styles for modern babies. But many of them will probably love. And Charushin drawings - they simply impossible not to focus!

Felix Salten "Bembby"

The most famous Olennok, his fellow and noble parents, as well as a variety of forest friends (and indirectly - and dangerous enemies) teach a child to be surprised in peace and coexist with their neighbors. Did you know that this Mimmichny Children's book was forbidden by Hitler at one time?

Alvin Brooks White "Pautinc Charlotte"

Pogling books about small but very nice characters. From the literary parent of the famous mouse of Stuart Little - this time the story of a piglet, who was friends with everyone around, from the girl to the pachechi. And which friendship helped in a difficult piggy life.

Faith Chaplin "Funny Animals"

Writer Vera Chaplin All life, from sixteen years, worked in the Moscow Zoo. Figured the orphaned animals, organized the platform of young people - and knew about his pets everything in the world, and this knowledge shared with human cubs.

Olga Pepovskaya "Guys and beasts"

Children and children of animals - they always pull each other. In the book Persian described several stories of their mutual friendship. This person written almost a hundred years ago, a harmless book and even Films on Perovsky about the animals in the fortieth and fifties were not published, because the writer was repressed. And yet several generations on it - this book - successfully grew up.

Konstantin Powesty "Ware Paws"

Simple and clear, lyrical and observant - paustic texts are not spoiled. All such a friend, such a native one - and at the same time unknown. The writer said that everything described by him - from his own experience, and at the same time each case, each story opened something new about nature for him.

For middle school age

Reddard Kipling "Jungle Book"

Kipling tried to write instructive and educationally, but it turned out to be unusually fascinating - the talent does not hide. Mowgli and his brutal company, a motley and more thank, from exotic jungle, as well as a small, but brave rickey-tickey-Tavi - Favorite children's heroes Foreva.

Anton Chekhov "Chestanka"

"A young red-haired dog - a mixture of a dachshund with a junk - very similar to the fox" touched our hearts when we ourselves were schoolchildren. As we have worried about the chestnut, as they sympathized with her dog's fate! And in the final, mixed feelings were tested, not knowing, more rejoice in returning to the "family" - or loss of career, talent and caring "impresario" ...

Richard Adams "Unusual Adventures of Rabbits" (or "Hills")

If for some reason in childhood, in childhood burned with this amazing book, then seeing her, grab certainly: you yourself will probably get no less pleasure than descendants. Cool adventures in the plot, charming characters each with her bright character, inimitable "rabbit language" and folklore ... Sea of \u200b\u200bpleasure.

Gerald Darrell "My Family and Other Beasts"

Darrell Jr. - he, of course, our everything. Both the child who stretches to the soul to the whole of the alternate to the elephant, inevitably read everything from him - and for a while he will challenge them and forget about everything else. And to start the dive into the world of Darrell with "my family". A story about how the great naturalist rose from the boy, the divine nature of Corfu ... Well, the family is very colorful, funny.

Berginard Grayschak "Australian Etudes"

Hharma, like his colleague Darrell, all his life tightly talked with animals and wrote about them a lot: "Our brothers" smaller "," from Cobra to the Grizzly bear "," Animals - My life "... We chose from his heritage a book about the Faun Australia from his heritage , because for us it's all some fabulous, fantastic edges: there is a jumper kangaroo, cute teddy bear-koalas, strange walls and wings. With such a company you will not get bored!

Ernest Setton-Thompson "Stories about Animals"

Wolves and foxes, deer and mustanga - who are the main characters here. They love, suffer, looking for happiness. Canadian Setton Thompson talks about animals as people - with love and attention. This close and not indifferent look at the "Wild World" was then studied generations of writers - and readers, of course, too.

Jack London "White Fang"

It turns out that a dog is not always so good and careless how a child can imagine. In any case, half a dog, half a wolf, like a white fang. London is a surprisingly honest writer, so read what people there are people, as they relate to dogs - unfinished. And in any case it is incredibly interesting. The book is read as a detective, with the victory of good over evil at the end, as it should be.

James Kerwood "Voraggles of the North"

"Half of his life he spent in wild placesAnd the rest of the time wrote about what he saw, "wrote Kerwood, obviously about himself. The descendant of the Indians from the tribe of Mochhots Kerwood proceeded along and across Nordic Canada - and caught the priceless trophies from Forest Debreys - their stories. So when he talks about the friendship of a bear and a puppy, it is not allegory and not a metaphor. There is increasingly, living, present.

Sheila Barnford "Incredible Journey"

Canadian Sheila Barnford learned to love nature and write about it from Setton-Thompson and Kerwood. The main characters of her books are two hunting dogs and the Siamese cat - went to search for the owner. Their Musketeer motto "one for all and all for one thing!", Loyalty and courage lead a cheerful shaggy company through the whole country ...

Gray Owl "Saddy and her beavers"

Gray owl is a name, yes! This fact should already charm the child. Indian name, much more interesting than Archibald Stansfeld Bileney. Author-Canadian accepted him, marrying an indian and settling with the Indians. And he tells the gray owl about how the Saddian girl and her brother Shipin became friends with Bobryati - and the beauty of North America's nature.

Yuri Koval "Nevalob"

The best children's book for all times is the book. And the unapplept is a teenager of the northern animal, the song named Napoleon is the third. Sands and dogs, schoolchildren and preschoolers, adults and night constellations are described as soon as you can describe all living things: with delicate love. And she is inevitably transmitted to the reader.

Paul Helico "Thomasina"

Thomasina is a cat. And she remembers his divine origin well. And the cat has a girl. And the girl has a father, and the father has a mental wound ... In general, the story is sad and taking the soul. Yes, about cats: I must say that the author knew his life thoroughly: he himself had them at home as much as 23 (twenty three!).

Gabriel Troypolsky "White Bim Black Ear"

We thought for a long time before turning on this book to our list. The book is good. The book takes the soul. But as we sobbed over her, about our unfortunate children's psyche! Is it possible to wish such experiences to someone else? But the truth is: "If you write only about happiness, then people will stop seeing unfortunate and in the end they will not notice them." ...

For teenagers

James Harrot "On all the creatures - beautiful and amazing"

The book of the British veterinary doctor Harryota is swallowed, without stopping, forgetting about all other things. And then asked additives. After all, not only cats and dogs, horses and pigs are interesting - but also how they hurt, as they are treated, how to bring up. And how they raise the owners. Be careful, the book has a side effect: after her the child wants the pet that it is impossible to resist.

Terry Pratchett "Cat without Prix" ("Cat without fools")

Cats - they are not only valuable fur and fluffy murchars, but also the hooligan is still. But the Divine. "Initially there was a word, and this word was a cat. This non-gas truth announced the nations of the cat, through the obedient his student Terry Pratchett ... "Wick and trust, and for sure, everyone will like all your homemade hooligans - both tendy and taper.

James Bowen "Street cat named Bob" and "The world through the eyes of the cat Bob"

"Street cat named Bob" - an autobiographical book, last year, who took the 7th place in the list of the most inspiring teenage books. The author really grew up a hooligan, grew by a drug addict and became a homeless. And once a stray man met the homeless red kitty. Thought, take only time, help. But he did not lag behind. And the life of both has changed very much. Now they are stars. They will be recognized on the streets of London, they know all YouTube with Facebook and Twitter. So mutual understanding with smaller brothers really can work wonders!

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