A magical tale about school. Scenario Fairy Tale “In the School Kingdom-State”
Tale for Teacher's Day can also be successfully used at a school graduation, New Year's concert, congratulations to teachers on March 8 and for many other occasions. A short, funny skit about school. Or a miniature play - it’s not a matter of genre, but the fact that skits on a school theme and performances for teachers, staged by students, are always successful and popular.Characters:
- Tsar's Diary;
- Minister of Education;
- guard;
- reader;
- 1st Col;
- 2nd Col;
- Two;
- 1st Troyak;
- 2nd Troyak;
- Four;
- 1st Five;
- 2nd Five .
In the center of the stage is a throne for the king, near which stands a guard; There is a geographical map hanging on the wall.
Reader.
In a certain school state
Tsar Diary sat on the throne.
And one morning early
Visit other countries
The king had an idea. And the decree
He scribbled it right away.
(Unrolls the scroll, reads the decree.)
"To complete the visit
I need a retinue like this
To the far side
I shouldn't embarrass myself.
To have visitors
Not fools, not troublemakers,
Not lazy, not flatterers,
And as it should be - well done!
I order everyone to come to me,
So that everyone can distinguish themselves,
Show your intelligence and stuff.
Everyone to appear before the royal eyes!”
The reader leaves. The king enters and sits on the throne. The Minister of Education appears behind him.
Minister (to the king).
I, the Minister of Education,
I announce with glee:
At your apartment
The first two candidates.
Tsar.
The first two? Well, great!
I'll talk to them personally.
Minister.
Come in, gentlemen!
Two Colas enter.
1st Col.
We came here
To bow at your feet
And ask to go to the embassy.
They bow to the king.
Tsar.
What should we call you, eagles?
2nd Col.
We are Father Kola.
We are Koly Kolovy.
1st Col.
We are both healthy
Both are not hunchbacks,
Noble and rich.
2nd Col.
And we want, so to speak,
Our kingdom to represent
Together with Father Tsar
Behind an unknown hill.
Tsar.
Well, are you friendly with literacy?
1st Col.
We don't need science.
Not according to Kolam status
Bend the spine in half,
Study the calculator, the primer.
2nd Col.
Why do we need this, king?
Tsar.
What?! Shame on you,
Uncouth Kolam,
Come to my room
And ask to go abroad?!
Let's go! What a shame!
Guard, lead Kolov into the courtyard,
Give me a kick without delay
To give them speed!
The guard takes Kolov by the collar and leads them out.
Minister.
King, some girl
He also asks to go into the bright room,
So that you appreciate her
And he invited me to the embassy.
Tsar.
Let's see what kind of girl she is.
Maybe it would be good for a retinue.
I will conduct the exam -
If I don't find any flaws,
Then he will go abroad.
Invite the girl here.
The Minister leaves and returns with Deuce.
Two.
I bow low to the king
And at the same time I say,
That I’m ready, so to speak,
Our kingdom to represent
On the foreign side -
This mission is for me.
Tsar.
Well, what's your name?
Two.
Everyone calls them two, lovingly.
As I walk down the street -
Everyone admires me.
All the handkerchiefs are taken out
And tears flow from happiness.
Tsar.
Are you good with grammar?
Reading, math?
Two.
Why does the beautiful maiden
Study mathematics?
After all, the servants are next to me -
They will count if necessary.
I don't even know the letters.
I am a pillar noblewoman,
Not a slave's certificates!
Tsar.
This is just a shame!
You, my dear, are arrogant
And an inveterate lazy girl.
Not being able to read is a shame!
All! Conversation over!
You're good for nothing.
No need for a retinue either!
I tell you, girl,
Leave the chambers.
The king turns away. Deuce shrugs and leaves.
Minister.
King, to your apartment
Two contenders are competing.
It seems that they are not loafers,
They sharpen their lasses in Spanish:
"Oh, boyfriend, monsieur, bonjour,
Guten morgen, lampshade!”
Tsar.
Invite them to a reception
Let's see what it costs here.
The minister leaves and returns with two Troyaks.
1st Troyak.
Guten morgen, hende hoch!
Every friend of us is not bad!
2nd Troyak.
We wish you a cordon,
Fuck Paris and fuck London.
Tsar.
Well, what is your name, friends?
1st Troyak.
I am a Troyak and he is a Troyak!
We are in terms of languages -
Guten Morgen, be healthy!
2nd Troyak.
In general, a complete fantasy!
The king gets up from the throne and approaches the map.
Tsar.
Where are London and Paris?
The triplets randomly point their fingers at the map.
1st Troyak.
London is here, Paris is over there.
2nd Troyak.
Near Panama City.
In geography - we are gut!
Tsar.
Yes, you are not gutt, but kaput!
I'll ask them both to leave!
Goodbye, sorry!
(To the guard)
Bring them to the gate
Show me where the turn is.
(To the Minister)
You are the Minister of Education!
What kind of talent is this?!
All oak trees,
Unmannered, rude!
Answer me, little cat,
Where are our literate people?
Is it really in the great kingdom,
Our school state
Is there anyone smarter?
Minister.
King, allow me to answer.
There are the smartest girls
Three good sisters
I sent messengers to them.
Tsar.
Where are they, after all?
Three girls with briefcases enter and bow to the king.
All.
Hello, our wise king,
Our learned sovereign!
Tsar.
Come on, come on, what kind of birds are they?
What smart girls are these?
How beautiful and neat
Pleasant to the royal eye!
I could take everyone to the embassy.
What is your name, beauties?
1st Five.
I am Five.
2nd Five.
I am Five.
Four.
And I am the youngest Four.
Tsar.
Are you friendly with science?
1st Five.
All items are important to us!
2nd Five.
There are no secondary sciences!
Four.
You definitely need to know them.
Tsar.
What about subject notebooks?
I hope everything is fine with them?
The girls take notebooks out of their briefcases and hand them to the king.
1st.
Look for yourself, sir.
Four.
And take mine, king.
The king looks at the notebooks with a satisfied look.
Tsar.
No mistakes, no flaw,
I take you all into my retinue!
Tomorrow to distant shores
The brig will rush us along the waves.
The first point is Germany.
(To the hall) Thank you for your attention!
General bow, curtain.
Sketch “Mama's Boy” (mother, son, narrator) _-Mom, I won’t go to school today, I have a headache, and the weather is not good. Cold!.- What are you talking about, son, you have a test today, you can’t miss it!- And you write a note that I felt bad, I’ll give it to the head teacher Irina Viktorovna.- It’s not good to lie, son. Get ready, get ready quickly.- Well... I don’t want to do that.- You took all the notebooks, and the books? Check it in your briefcase. Faster, faster, Otherwise you'll be late, Glebushka. Well, why don’t you want to go, because the lessons are so interesting...- Yes, it’s good for you to talk. And these lessons always give me a headache. You know how they shout in class, you can’t hear anything!- Don’t pay attention, work for yourself, that’s all!-Yes, don't worry. Koltsov teases, calls him a pancake, and Petrenko and Ivanenko recently put buttons on the chair and hid the notebooks. And Buyanov...! Oh, I don’t want to talk!- Tell them to your class teacher.- Yes, I said so. Even parents are afraid of this Koltsov!- Well, okay, I’ll go to school myself, I’ll talk to the director, the head teacher. And you, Glebushka, get ready quickly. It's almost the end of the quarter, and your salary is due today. Go to work, my friend.Gleb Egorovich Zinoviev, a young foreign language teacher, sighed, took a briefcase with notebooks and plans, put on glasses and a hat and sadly trudged to work. The only thing that consoled him was the close end of the school year and today's salary.
Poems about mom .
- The eighth of March is a special day,
- No one like a mother will regret
- And in our mothers there is gravity
- This word is wonderful - mother.
- I asked my mother: “What is happiness?”
- I asked my mother: “What is happiness?”
- I love you, mom, why I don’t know
Ditties.
- We are funny friends
- Olya washed the floors, Katya helped
- Dad solved the problem for me,
- Smoky pan
- To mom in the morning, our Mila
- We sang to you as best we could,
- Let the songs ring everywhere
Poems about grandmother.
- Me with my grandmother
- Our grandmothers are funny
- Cakes, bagels, cheesecakes
- Who came to me this morning?
- Who braided my hair?
- On your holiday so welcome
Two old women meet.
- Hello, my dear! Let's sit and chat! What are you talking about, I haven’t done my homework yet... What lessons? Have you relapsed into childhood? It’s been a hundred years since you graduated from school! Yes? What about the grandchildren? Nowadays it’s very fashionable to do homework for your grandchildren! Who will help them besides us? Is it true? You're the one spoiling them! I?! I'm not spoiling! I'm very strict with them. Once I do my homework, they always copy it out for me. Yes! It's really strict. So if anything, ask me, I have a lot of experience! Check it out - I have a poem... “Near the Lukomorye there is a green oak tree; golden chain on that oak tree..." Yes, good! “...Both day and night the learned wolf...” Stop! What wolf? Well, I don’t know, either steppe, or forest, or something else…. Yes, not a wolf, but a scientist cat! Are you crazy, how can a wolf be smart? As far as I remember, Pushkin had a CAT!! Ahh, I get it, I get it. Then I’ll start all over again: “By the Lukomorye there is a green oak tree, a golden chain on that oak tree, and day and night a learned cat howls at the stars with a rooster! What? With what rooster? To which stars? Where did you read that? Oh, what a bore you are! Well, I got it a little mixed up! After all, I have so many lessons! My head is spinning! Mathematics, Russian, geography, history... You won’t remember it right away! Listen, assistant! What are the grandchildren doing? What are they doing? They are learning smart games! Computer! I don't understand computers yet! What do you think, if I continue to study so hard, maybe they will erect a monument in my honor? It's already installed! How? Where? When? Look in your granddaughter's diary. A wonderful monument... It's called KOL. Monument to grandmothers who do homework for their grandchildren.
Blots tend to creep into school notebooks. They do not sleep, they wait for the moment. Often, blots are hidden somewhere and then come out. Sometimes blots wander freely through our notebooks...
The Tale of Blot
Once upon a time there were blots. They did not have their own distant kingdom, the thirtieth state. They lived in school notebooks and were constantly hiding. Some blots were hidden all my life and never came out. This happened mainly in the notebooks of honors students. And some blots lived freely, walked wherever they wanted. This was observed, as a rule, in the notebooks of C students.
Vasya Metelkin fought a real battle with blots. He wanted to know where they came from.
...So he slowly begins to write, writes one word, then another... Then - bang! — he starts to hurry, makes a mistake, and there it is, a blot, ready, right there.
One day Vasya even cried out of frustration. Suddenly he hears someone say to him:
- Are you crying because of me?
Vasya looked up. There was no one around. He pinched his hand and stopped crying.
And then he realized that Blot herself was talking to him.
- This is where you come from, why do all my dictations have blots? - Vasya shouted.
“And it’s your own fault,” said Blot. “You start fussing, jumping up, getting angry at someone you don’t know, biting your nails, in general, doing whatever you want, except calmly writing a dictation.”
Vasya thought about it. Or maybe it’s really his own fault?
During the school holidays, Vasya conducted an experiment. He sat down at the table and took out his watch. When they showed 9 o'clock, the dictation began. The grandmother dictated, and the boy wrote. At first he had a lot of marks, and even more disturbing thoughts in his head:
- Oh, dictation! How exciting! This is a test after all. And I always worry during tests.
But gradually Vasya accustomed himself to the idea that he should write calmly and drive away disturbing thoughts. The boy cultivated his willpower. He learned to write almost without blots. And this was his victory!
One day, Blot appeared to the boy, but he was not happy to see her. But Pomarka, not paying attention to the boy’s bad mood, told him:
- Let's see each other at school as little as possible, and only meet at home, in drafts. Let's chat about this and that, and then you will continue to study, and I will hide, as usual. Because the more I hide, the better.
...Vasya sometimes talks to Pomarka, only at home. No one sees yet.
But Vasya knows that with the Blots you have to keep your eyes open!
Questions and tasks for the fairy tale
Where do blots live?
Why did Vasya write dictations with blots?
How did Vasya meet the talking Pomarka?
How did Vasya train his willpower?
Draw a Blot.
What proverbs fit the fairy tale?
The main victory is victory over yourself.
Hurry to do a good thing, the bad thing won’t keep up with you.
Tie the problem up with a string.
The main idea of the fairy tale is that if you have some kind of problem, then you need to take time to solve this problem, look for ways to get rid of it. Vasya found time during the holidays, attracted his grandmother, and entered into a real battle with the blots. He wanted to write dictations without mistakes, and he achieved great success!
Victor GolyavkinHow I sat under my desk
As soon as the teacher turned to the board, I immediately went under the desk. When the teacher notices that I have disappeared, he will probably be terribly surprised.
I wonder what he'll think? He’ll start asking everyone where I’ve gone - it’ll be a laugh! Half the lesson has already passed, and I’m still sitting. “When,” I think, “will he see that I’m not in the class?” And it’s hard to sit under the desk. My back even hurt. Try to sit like that! I coughed - no attention. I can't sit anymore. Moreover, Seryozha keeps poking me in the back with his foot. I couldn't stand it. Didn't make it to the end of the lesson. I get out and say:
Sorry, Pyotr Petrovich.
The teacher asks:
What's the matter? Do you want to go to the board?
No, excuse me, I was sitting under my desk...
So, is it comfortable to sit there, under the desk? You sat very quietly today. This is how it would always be in class.
In the closet
Before class, I climbed into the closet. I wanted to meow from the closet. They'll think it's a cat, but it's me.
I was sitting in the closet, waiting for the lesson to start, and didn’t notice how I fell asleep. I wake up - the class is quiet. I look through the crack - there is no one. I pushed the door, but it was closed. So, I slept through the entire lesson. Everyone went home, and they locked me in the closet.
It's stuffy in the closet and dark as night. I got scared, I started screaming:
Uh-uh! I'm in the closet! Help! I listened - silence all around.
ABOUT! Comrades! I'm sitting in the closet! I hear someone's steps.
Someone is coming.
Who's bawling here?
I immediately recognized Aunt Nyusha, the cleaning lady. I was delighted and shouted:
Aunt Nyusha, I'm here!
Where are you, dear?
I'm in the closet! In the closet!
How about you? honey, did you get there?
I'm in the closet, grandma!
So I hear that you are in the closet. So what do you want? I was locked in a closet. Oh, grandma! Aunt Nyusha left. Silence again. She probably went to get the key.
Pal Palych knocked on the cabinet with his finger.
There’s no one there,” said Pal Palych. Why not? “Yes,” said Aunt Nyusha.
Well, where is he? - said Pal Palych and knocked on the closet again.
I was afraid that everyone would leave and I would remain in the closet, and I shouted with all my might:
I'm here!
Who are you? - asked Pal Palych.
I... Tsypkin...
Why did you go there, Tsypkin?
I was locked... I didn't get in...
Hm... He's locked up! But he didn’t get in! Have you seen it? What wizards there are in our school! They don't get into the closet when they are locked in the closet! Miracles don’t happen, do you hear, Tsypkin?
I hear...
How long have you been sitting there? - asked Pal Palych.
Don't know…
Find the key, said Pal Palych. - Fast.
Aunt Nyusha went to get the key, but Pal Palych stayed behind. He sat down on a chair nearby and began to wait. I saw his face through the crack. He was very angry. He lit a cigarette and said:
Well! This is what pranks can lead to! Tell me honestly, why are you in the closet?
I really wanted to disappear from the closet. They open the closet, and I’m not there. It was as if I had never been there. They will ask me: “Were you in the closet?” I will say: “I wasn’t.” They will say to me: “Who was there?” I'll say, "I don't know."
But this only happens in fairy tales! Surely tomorrow they will call mom... Your son, they will say, climbed into the closet, slept through all the lessons there, and all that... As if it’s comfortable for me to sleep here! My legs ache, my back hurts. One torment! What was my answer?
I was silent.
Are you alive there? - asked Pal Palych.
Alive...
Well, sit tight, they'll open soon...
I'm sitting...
So... - said Pal Palych. - So will you answer me why you climbed into this closet?
Who? Tsypkin? In the closet? Why?
I wanted to disappear again.
The director asked:
Tsypkin, is that you?
I sighed heavily. I simply couldn't answer anymore.
Aunt Nyusha said:
The class leader took the key away.
Break down the door,” said the director.
I felt the door being broken down, the closet shook, and I hit my forehead painfully. I was afraid that the cabinet would fall, and I cried. I pressed my hands against the walls of the closet, and when the door gave way and opened, I continued to stand in the same way.
Well, come out,” said the director. - And explain to us what that means.
I didn't move. I was scared.
Why is he standing? - asked the director.
I was pulled out of the closet.
I was silent the whole time.
I didn't know what to say.
I just wanted to meow. But how would I say this?..
Secret
We have secrets from the girls. There is no way in hell we trust them with our secrets. They can spill any secret all over the world. They can spill even the most state secret. It's good that they don't trust them with this!
True, we don’t have such important secrets, where can we get them from! So we came up with them ourselves. We had this secret: we buried a couple of bullets in the sand and didn’t tell anyone about it. There was another secret: we collected nails. For example, I collected twenty-five different nails, but who knew about it? Nobody! I didn't tell anyone. You understand how difficult it was for us! So many secrets passed through our hands that I don’t even remember how many there were. And not a single girl found out anything. They walked and looked sideways at us, various crooks, and all they thought about was to get our secrets out of us. Although they never asked us anything, that doesn’t mean anything! How cunning they are!
And yesterday I was walking around the yard with our secret, with our new wonderful secret, and suddenly I saw Irka. I walked past several times and she glanced at me.
I walked around the yard some more, and then approached her and sighed quietly. I deliberately sighed slightly so that she would not think that I sighed on purpose.
I sighed twice more, she again just glanced sideways, and that’s all. Then I stopped sighing, since there was no point in it, and said:
If you knew that I know, you would have failed right here on the spot.
She looked sideways at me again and said:
“Don’t worry,” he answers, “I won’t fail, no matter how you fail.”
“Why should I,” I say, “fail, I have no reason to fail, since I know the secret.”
A secret? - speaks. - What secret?
She looks at me and waits for me to start telling her about the secret.
And I say:
A secret is a secret, and it does not exist to blab this secret out to everyone.
For some reason she got angry and said:
Then get out of here with your secrets!
Ha, I say, that’s still not enough! Is this your yard, or what?
It actually made me laugh. This is what we've come to!
We stood and stood for a while, then I saw her looking askance again.
I pretended that I was about to leave. And I say:
OK. The secret will remain with me. - And he grinned so that she understood what it meant.
She didn’t even turn her head towards me and said:
You don't have any secret. If you had any secret, you would have told it long ago, but since you don’t tell it, it means there is nothing like that.
What do you think she's saying? Some kind of nonsense? But, to be honest, I was a little confused. And it’s true, they may not believe me that I have some kind of secret, since no one knows about it except me. Everything was mixed up in my head. But I pretended that nothing was mixed up there and said:
It's a shame that you can't be trusted. Otherwise I would have told you everything. But you may turn out to be a traitor...
And then I see her looking at me with one eye again.
I speak:
This is not a simple matter, I hope you understand this very well, and I think there is no point in being offended over any reason, especially if it were not a secret, but some trifle, and if I knew you better...
I talked for a long time and a lot. For some reason, I had this desire to talk for a long time and a lot. When I finished, she wasn't there.
She was crying, leaning against the wall. Her shoulders were shaking. I heard sobs.
I immediately realized that there was no way in hell she could turn out to be a traitor. She is just the person you can safely trust with everything. I understood this immediately.
You see... - I said, - if you... give your word... and swear...
And I told her the whole secret.
The next day they beat me.
She blabbed to everyone...
But the most important thing was not that Irka turned out to be a traitor, not that the secret was revealed, but that then we could not come up with a single new secret, no matter how hard we tried.
I didn't eat any mustard
I hid the bag under the stairs. And he turned the corner and came out onto the avenue.
Spring. Sun. The birds are singing. Somehow I don’t feel like going to school. Anyone will get tired of it. So I'm tired of it.
I look - the car is standing, the driver is looking at something in the engine. I ask him:
Broken?
The driver is silent.
Broken? - I ask.
He is silent.
I stood, stood, and said:
What, the car broke down?
This time he heard.
“I guessed right,” he says, “it’s broken.” Do you want to help? Well, let's fix it together.
Yes, I... I can’t...
If you don't know how, don't. I'll do it myself somehow.
There are two standing there. They are talking. I come closer. I'm listening. One says:
What about the patent?
Another says:
Good with the patent.
“Who is this,” I think, “patent? I’ve never heard of him.” I thought they would also talk about the patent. But they didn’t say anything more about the patent. They started talking about the plant. One noticed me and said to the other:
Look, the guy has his mouth open.
And he turns to me:
What do you want?
It’s okay for me,” I answer, “I’m just like that...
Don't you have anything to do?
That's good! Do you see the crooked house over there?
Go push him from that side so that he is level.
How is this?
And so. You have nothing to do. You push him. And they both laugh.
I wanted to answer something, but couldn’t think of one. On the way I came up with an idea and returned to them.
It’s not funny, I say, but you laugh.
It's like they don't hear. Me again:
Not funny at all. Why are you laughing?
Then one says:
We don't laugh at all. Where do you see us laughing?
They really weren't laughing anymore. They were laughing before. So, I'm a little late...
ABOUT! The broom is standing against the wall. And there is no one nearby. Wonderful broom, big one!
The janitor suddenly comes out of the gate:
Don't touch the broom!
Why do I need a broom? I don't need a broom...
If you don’t need it, don’t go near the broom. A broom is for work, not to be approached.
Some evil janitor got caught! I even feel sorry for the brooms. Eh, what should I do? It's too early to go home. The lessons are not over yet. Walking the streets is boring. The guys can't see anyone.
Climb onto scaffolding?! The house right next door is being renovated. I'll look at the city from above. Suddenly I hear a voice:
Where are you going? Hey!
I look - there is no one. Wow! There is no one, but someone is screaming! He began to rise higher - again:
Come on, get off!
I turn my head in all directions. Where are they shouting from? What's happened?
Get off! Hey! Get off, get off!
I almost fell down the stairs.
I crossed to the other side of the street. Upstairs, I look at the forests. I wonder who shouted it. I didn't see anyone nearby. And from a distance I saw everything - workers on scaffolding plastering, painting...
I took the tram and got to the ring. There's nowhere to go anyway. I'd rather ride. Tired of walking.
I made my second round on the tram. I arrived at the same place. Drive another round, or what? It's not time to go home yet. It's a bit early. I look out the carriage window. Everyone is in a hurry to get somewhere, in a hurry. Where is everyone rushing to? Not clear.
Suddenly the conductress says:
Pay again, boy.
I don't have any more money. I only had thirty kopecks.
Then go, boy. Walk.
Oh, I have a long way to walk!
Don't ride around in vain. Probably didn't go to school?
How do you know?
I know everything. You can see it.
What can you see?
It's obvious that you didn't go to school. Here's what you can see. Happy kids are coming home from school. And you seem to have eaten too much mustard.
I didn’t eat any mustard...
Go anyway. I don't drive truants for free.
And then he says:
Okay, go for a ride. I won't allow it next time. Just know that.
But I got off anyway. It's somehow inconvenient. The place is completely unfamiliar. I've never been to this area. On one side there are houses. There are no houses on the other side; five excavators are digging the ground. Like elephants walking on the ground. They scoop up soil with buckets and sprinkle it to the side. What a technique! It's good to sit in the booth. Much better than going to school. You sit there, and he walks around and even digs the ground.
One excavator stopped. The excavator operator got down to the ground and said to me:
Do you want to get into the bucket?
I was offended:
Why do I need a bucket? I want to go to the cabin.
And then I remembered what the conductress told me about mustard, and began to smile. So that the excavator operator thinks I’m funny. And I'm not bored at all. So that he wouldn't guess that I wasn't at school.
He looked at me in surprise:
You look kind of stupid, brother.
I began to smile even more. His mouth stretched almost to his ears.
What's wrong with you?
Why are you making faces at me?
Take me for a ride on an excavator.
This is not a trolleybus for you. This is a working machine. People work on it. Clear?
I speak:
I also want to work on it.
He says:
Hey, brother! We need to study!
I thought he was talking about school. And he began to smile again.
And he waved his hand at me and climbed into the cabin. He didn't want to talk to me anymore.
Spring. Sun. Sparrows swim in puddles. I walk and think to myself. What's the matter? Why am I so bored?
Traveler
I firmly decided to go to Antarctica. To strengthen your character. Everyone says I’m spineless - my mother, the teacher, even Vovka. It's always winter in Antarctica. And there is no summer at all. Only the bravest go there. That's what Vovkin's dad said. Vovkin's dad was there twice. He spoke to Vovka on the radio. He asked how Vovka lived, how he studied. I will also speak on the radio. So that mom doesn't worry.
In the morning, I took all the books out of my bag, put sandwiches, a lemon, an alarm clock, a glass and a soccer ball in there. I'm sure I'll meet sea lions there - they love to twirl the ball on their nose. The ball didn't fit into the bag. I had to let the air out of him.
Our cat walked across the table. I put it in my bag too. Everything barely fit.
Now I’m already on the platform. The locomotive whistles. So many people are coming! You can take any train you want. In the end, you can always change seats.
I climbed into the carriage and sat down where there was more space.
An old lady was sleeping opposite me. Then a military man sat down with me. He said: "Hello neighbors!" - and woke up the old woman.
The old woman woke up and asked:
Are we going? - and fell asleep again.
The train started moving. I went to the window. Here is our house, our white curtains, our laundry hanging in the yard... Our house is no longer visible. At first I felt a little scared. But this is just the beginning. And when the train went really fast, I somehow even felt happy! After all, I’m going to strengthen my character!
I'm tired of looking out the window. I sat down again.
What's your name? - asked the military man.
Sasha,” I said barely audibly.
Why is grandma sleeping?
Who knows?
Where are you going? -
Far…
On a visit?
For how long?
He talked to me like an adult, and I really liked him for that.
“For a couple of weeks,” I said seriously.
Well, not bad,” said the military man, “very good indeed.”
I asked:
Are you going to Antarctica?
Not yet; do you want to go to Antarctica?
How do you know?
Everyone wants to go to Antarctica.
And I want to.
Well, you see!
You see... I decided to toughen up...
I understand,” said the military man, “sports, skates...
Not really…
Now I understand - all around there are A's!
No... - I said, - Antarctica...
Antarctica? - asked the military man.
Someone invited the military man to play checkers. And he went to another compartment.
The old lady woke up.
“Don’t swing your legs,” said the old woman.
I went to watch them play checkers.
Suddenly... I even opened my eyes - Murka was walking towards me. And I forgot about her! How was she able to get out of the bag?
She ran back - I followed her. She climbed under someone's shelf - I also immediately climbed under the shelf.
Murka! - I shouted. - Murka!
What's that noise? - the conductor shouted. - Why is there a cat here?
This cat is mine.
Who is this boy with?
I'm with a cat...
With which cat?
“He’s traveling with his grandmother,” the military man said, “she’s here nearby, in the compartment.”
The guide took me straight to the old lady...
Is this boy with you?
“He’s with the commander,” said the old woman.
Antarctica... - the military man remembered, - everything is clear... Do you understand what’s the matter? This boy decided to go to Antarctica. And so he took the cat with him... And what else did you take with you, boy?
Lemon,” I said, “and also sandwiches...
And went to develop your character?
What a bad boy! - said the old lady.
Ugliness! - the conductor confirmed.
Then for some reason everyone started laughing. Even grandma started laughing. Even tears came from her eyes. I didn’t know that everyone was laughing at me, and little by little I started laughing too.
Take the cat,” said the guide. - You have arrived. Here it is, your Antarctica!
The train stopped.
“Is it really,” I think, “Antarctica? So soon?”
We got off the train onto the platform. They put me on an oncoming train and took me home.
Mikhail Zoshchenko, Lev Kassil and others - The Enchanted Letter
Alyosha once had a bad grade. By singing. And so there were no more twos. There were threes. Almost all three were. There was one four once upon a time, a long time ago.
And there were no A’s at all. The person has never had a single A in his life! Well, it wasn’t like that, it wasn’t, well, what can you do! Happens. Alyosha lived without straight A's. Ross. He moved from class to class. I got my C's. He showed everyone the four and said:
That was a long time ago.
And suddenly - five. And most importantly, for what? For singing. He got this A completely by accident. He sang something like that successfully, and they gave him an A. And they even verbally praised me. They said: “Well done, Alyosha!” In short, this was a very pleasant event, which was overshadowed by one circumstance: he could not show this A to anyone, since it was entered in the magazine, and the magazine, of course, is not given to students as a rule. And he forgot his diary at home. If this is so, it means that Alyosha does not have the opportunity to show everyone his A’s. And so all the joy was darkened. And he, understandably, wanted to show everyone, especially since this phenomenon in his life, as you understand, is rare. They may simply not believe him without factual data. If an A was in the notebook, for example, for a problem solved at home or for a dictation, then it would be as easy as shelling pears. That is, walk around with this notebook and show it to everyone. Until the sheets start to pop out.
During his arithmetic lesson, he hatched a plan: to steal the magazine! He will steal the magazine and bring it back in the morning. During this time, he can get around all his friends and strangers with this magazine. Long story short, he seized the moment and stole the magazine during recess. He put the magazine in his bag and sits as if nothing had happened. Only his heart is beating desperately, which is completely natural, since he committed theft. When the teacher returned, he was so surprised that the magazine was not there that he didn’t even say anything, but suddenly became somewhat thoughtful. It seemed that he doubted whether the magazine was on the table or not, whether it came with a magazine or without it. He never asked about the magazine: the thought that one of the students stole it did not even occur to him. There was no such case in his teaching practice. II, without waiting for the call, he quietly left, and it was clear that he was very upset by his forgetfulness.
And Alyosha grabbed his bag and rushed home. On the tram, he took the magazine out of his bag, found his five and looked at it for a long time. And when he was already walking down the street, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten the magazine on the tram. When he remembered this, he almost fell down from fear. He even said "oops!" or something like that. The first thought that came to his mind was to run after the tram. But he quickly realized (he was smart, after all!) that there was no point in running after the tram, since it had already left. Then many other thoughts came to his mind. But these were all such insignificant thoughts that they are not worth talking about.
He even had this idea: to take the train and go to the North. And get a job there somewhere. Why exactly to the North, he did not know, but he was going there. That is, he didn’t even intend to. He thought about it for a moment, and then remembered his mother, grandmother, his father and gave up this idea. Then he thought about going to the Lost and Found office, it was quite possible that the magazine was there. But here suspicion will arise. He will most likely be detained and brought to justice. And he did not want to be held accountable, despite the fact that he deserved it.
He came home and even lost weight in one evening. And he couldn’t sleep all night and by morning he probably lost even more weight.
Firstly, his conscience tormented him. The whole class was left without a magazine. All friends' marks have disappeared. His excitement is understandable.
And secondly, five. One in my entire life - and it disappeared. No, I understand him. True, I don’t quite understand his desperate act, but his feelings are completely understandable to me.
So, he came to school in the morning. Worried. Nervous. There is a lump in my throat. Doesn't make eye contact.
The teacher arrives. Speaks:
Guys! The magazine is missing. Some kind of opportunity. And where could he have gone?
Alyosha is silent.
Teacher says:
I seem to remember coming to class with a magazine. I even saw it on the table. But at the same time, I doubt it. I couldn’t lose it on the way, although I remember very well how I picked it up in the staff room and carried it along the corridor.
Some guys say:
No, we remember that the magazine was on the table. We saw.
Teacher says:
In that case, where did he go?
Here Alyosha could not stand it. He could no longer sit and be silent. He stood up and said:
The magazine is probably in the lost things chamber...
The teacher was surprised and said:
Where? Where?
And the class laughed.
Then Alyosha, very worried, says:
No, I’m telling you the truth, he’s probably in the chamber of lost things... he couldn’t have disappeared...
In which cell? - says the teacher.
Lost things,” says Alyosha.
“I don’t understand anything,” says the teacher.
Then Alyosha suddenly became afraid for some reason that he would get into trouble for this matter if he confessed, and he said:
I just wanted to advise...
The teacher looked at him and said sadly:
There is no need to talk nonsense, do you hear?
At this time, the door opens and a woman enters the classroom and holds something wrapped in newspaper in her hand.
“I’m a conductor,” she says, “I’m sorry.” I have a free day today, and so I found your school and class, in which case, take your magazine.
There was immediate noise in the class, and the teacher said:
How so? This is the number! How did our cool magazine end up with the conductor? No, this can't be! Maybe this is not our magazine?
The conductress smiles slyly and says:
No, this is your magazine.
Then the teacher grabs the magazine from the conductor and quickly flips through it.
Yes! Yes! Yes! - he shouts, - This is our magazine! I remember that I carried him along the corridor...
The conductor says:
And then you forgot on the tram?
The teacher looks at her with wide eyes. And she, smiling widely, says:
Well, of course. You forgot it on the tram.
Then the teacher grabs his head:
God! Something is happening to me. How could I forget a magazine on the tram? This is simply unthinkable! Although I remember carrying it down the corridor... Maybe I should leave school? I feel like it’s becoming more and more difficult for me to teach...
The conductress says goodbye to the class, and the whole class shouts “thank you” to her, and she leaves with a smile.
In parting, she says to the teacher:
Next time, be more careful.
The teacher sits at the table with his head in his hands, in a very gloomy mood. Then he, resting his cheeks on his hands, sits and looks at one point.
I stole a magazine.
But the teacher is silent.
Then Alyosha says again:
I stole the magazine. Understand.
The teacher says weakly:
Yes... yes... I understand you... your noble deed... but there is no point in doing this... You want to help me... I know... take the blame... but why do it, my dear...
Alyosha says, almost crying:
No, I'm telling you the truth...
Teacher says:
Look, he still insists... what a stubborn boy... no, this is an amazingly noble boy... I appreciate it, dear, but... since... such things happen to me... I need to think about leaving... leaving teaching for a while...
Alyosha says through tears:
I... tell you... the truth...
The teacher abruptly stands up from his seat, slams his fist on the table and shouts hoarsely:
No need!
After that, he wipes his tears with a handkerchief and quickly leaves.
What about Alyosha?
He remains in tears. He tries to explain to the class, but no one believes him.
He feels a hundred times worse, as if he had been cruelly punished. He can neither eat nor sleep.
He goes to the teacher's house. And he explains everything to him. And he convinces the teacher. The teacher strokes his head and says:
This means that you are not yet a completely lost person and you have a conscience.
And the teacher accompanies Alyosha to the corner and lectures him.
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Copyright: Victor Golyavkin
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