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Adventures of Dunno - 3

Part I

Chapter first
How Znayka defeated Professor Zvezdochkin
Two and a half years have passed since Dunno traveled to the Sunny City. Although for you and me this is not so much, but for little runts, two and a half years is a very long time. Having listened to the stories of Dunno, Knopochka and Pachkuli Pestrenky, many shorties also made a trip to the Sunny City, and when they returned, they decided to make some improvements at home. Flower City has changed since then so much that it is now unrecognizable. Many new, large and very beautiful houses appeared in it. According to the design of the architect Vertibutylkin, even two revolving buildings were built on Kolokolchikov Street. One is five-story, tower-type, with a spiral descent and a swimming pool around (by going down the spiral descent, one could dive straight into the water), the other is six-story, with swinging balconies, a parachute tower and a ferris wheel on the roof. A lot of cars, spiral vehicles, tube planes, aerohydromotos, tracked all-terrain vehicles and other various vehicles appeared on the streets.
And that's not all, of course. Residents of the Sunny City learned that the short guys from the Flower City were engaged in construction, and came to their aid: they helped them build several so-called industrial enterprises. According to the design of the engineer Klyopka, a large clothing factory was built, which produced a wide variety of clothes, from rubber bras to winter fur coats made of synthetic fiber. Now no one had to slog with a needle to sew the most ordinary trousers or jacket. At the factory, everything was done for short machines. Finished products, as in Sunny City, were distributed to stores, and there everyone took what they needed. All the concerns of the factory workers boiled down to coming up with new styles of clothes and making sure that nothing was produced that the public did not like.
Everyone was very pleased. The only one who suffered in this case was Donut. When Donut saw that he could now buy any thing he might need from the store, he began to wonder why he needed all that pile of suits that had accumulated in his home. All these costumes were also out of fashion, and they could not be worn anyway. Choosing a darker night, Donut tied his old suits in a huge knot, secretly took them out of the house and drowned them in the Cucumber River, and instead of them he got himself new suits from the stores. It ended up that his room turned into some kind of warehouse for ready-made clothes. The suits were in his closet, on the closet, on the table, under the table, on bookshelves, hanging on the walls, on the backs of chairs and even under the ceiling, on strings.
Such an abundance of woolen products in the house infested moths, and to prevent them from gnawing the suits, Donut had to poison them daily with mothballs, from which there was such a strong smell in the room that the unusual little man was knocked off his feet. The donut itself smelled of this stupefying smell, but he got so used to it that he even stopped noticing it. For others, however, the smell was very noticeable. As soon as Donut came to visit someone, the owners immediately began to feel dizzy from stupor. The donut was immediately driven away and all the windows and doors were quickly opened wide to ventilate the room, otherwise you could faint or go crazy. For the same reason, Donut didn’t even have the opportunity to play with the shorties in the yard. As soon as he went out into the yard, everyone around them began to spit and, holding their noses with their hands, rushed to run away from him in different directions without looking back. Nobody wanted to hang out with him. Needless to say, this was terribly offensive for Donut, and he had to take all the costumes he didn’t need to the attic.
However, that was not the main thing.

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Dunno as a mirror of counter-revolution
Ment 10/25/2017

“Whoever has money will do well on Fool’s Island.” "Dunno on the Moon".

I noticed an interesting thing. Many of the books that made an indelible impression on me as a child I still re-read with great pleasure now. For example, “The Golden Key” is perceived almost as brightly; you enjoy the amazing language, images and a feeling of cheerful recklessness. But there is another category of books, much rarer. These are prophetic books. When you return to them after many years, you understand that our development has gone exactly in the direction as the author described.

I bow before Nikolai Nosov as a great children's writer. Few people described children's affairs so poignantly, with humor and kindness, and at the same time with sufficient plot. There was no aggression, no vile subtexts in his books - they were direct and honest. And incredibly interesting.

But the trilogy about Dunno stands apart. Because compared to her, all these Wangs and Caseys are just pathetic preparations. In three books, the Master literally described our entire Soviet history right up to its completion, which I hope is not final.

Nosov has a magical quality - you become so immersed in his books that you absolutely believe in what is happening. Well, short people the size of a finger, well, they live, communicate, rejoice - it happens. You become a prisoner of a strange and charming world. And he is ready, together with the short ones, to extract juice from giant plants and fly to other planets.

For those who don’t remember, the trilogy includes: “The Adventures of Dunno and His Friends”, “Dunno in the Sunny City”, “Dunno on the Moon”. I don’t know whether Nosov wanted to put into the books meanings that became clear later. There is an opinion that when a writer creates his works, he immerses himself in the information field of the Earth, from where meanings descend upon him. And the more talented the creator, the more he succeeds in this dark abyss, in which most people do not even believe, to obtain pearls of signals from the future. And then prophetic books appear, where our universal aspirations are expressed.

The first part - the described society can be compared with the socialism of enthusiasts, which is not very economically developed. The short ones live in some kind of barracks in communes, build, take care of giant plants. And at the same time they strive to the heights - they make balloons, like Soviet aeronauts of the thirties, trying to master the elements. At the same time, the world itself is extremely united and kind. It has its own slobs, like Dunno, and conflicts with grievances - so the hero can fight with his best friend Gunka. But there is one thing missing - dark bestial aggression. This world is kind, bright, everyone in it is created for each other.

“Dunno in the Sunny City” is a version of successful high-tech late socialism, to which we successfully walked, but did not arrive - we have stagnation and one bald Judas to thank for this. Flower City strives for these heights. An abundance of material goods, high arts, more educated people. And here Nosov caught alarming signals from the future. Dunno, having received a magic wand, turns donkeys into people at the zoo. But these new people are very ambiguous - hooligan, stubborn, arrogant, despising everything around them and prone to antisocial behavior. And they begin to lead an antisocial lifestyle, become hooligans, they have no inhibitions, no conscience. And suddenly, before our eyes, the idyll begins to fall apart. The vile behavior of donkeys, destroying social foundations, unexpectedly finds a lively response from others. Everyone wants something so, so, not boring. And society falls apart. A classic information infection is occurring. Malicious ideas very quickly germinate in society and bring it to the brink of self-destruction, and for no apparent reason. Chaos comes into the harmonious order of existence. And its driving force is donkeys. Sound familiar?

All this is written with frightening authenticity. Our entire perestroika appears before us with a shock to the foundations of social consciousness. How can a prosperous society be reduced to a state of complete bestiality in a few years by malicious information viruses (that is, destructive, but outwardly attractive, primitive ideas and slogans). We remember very well how donkeys and the inhabitants infected by them gathered for rallies - down with the CPSU, give in to America. We remember how monuments were demolished in Moscow, and they are still being demolished in Ukraine. And donkeys and sympathizers, deceived or simply slackers, are still dancing at Navalny’s rallies, and prophesying the formidable regime shaker Ksyushad as consul. The main quality of a donkey is stupid herd stubbornness and a complete lack of desire to understand something.

In the book, everything ends well - the donkeys are transformed back into their normal donkey state and returned to the stable. Society calmed down. Nosov was an optimist. In the eighties, it was not possible to return donkeys to the stable. And the donkey coup did happen. And we are still sipping the consequences of it with a pot with handles.

The third book is “Dunno on the Moon.” A society is described where donkeys won. Developed animal lunar capitalism, where pure and bright travelers from Earth end up...

In the sixties, when the novel was written, the lion's share of Soviet books were so-called pamphlets - that is, pouring all sorts of substances on our capitalist neighbors. What’s interesting is that not a single one remained in the memory due to primitivism and some kind of tension. We did not take seriously the nightmares that we wrote about capitalists, perhaps rightly so. But Nosov created a book of stunning credibility, including psychological authenticity. When I read it in those years, I was terribly worried about the characters - how did they end up in such a nightmare. I saw that it is impossible to live normally in such a society if you have a conscience, friends, and duty.

In the nineties, all of us, socialist Know-Nothings, already found ourselves in this very horror in reality. Naive, kind, not always understanding what was happening, like Dunno, who did not know that he had to pay for lunch, we were restless in our country. Someone disappeared, someone went wild, someone went into business, becoming a successful Donut with salt mines, and then went bankrupt and was thrown to the sidelines. But few people accepted this whole world order as fair, except for the evil donkeys who took us by the throat. But here’s the thing - Dunno had the Earth behind him, he knew that good friends would fly to save him, who would never leave him in trouble. There was nothing behind us then, and the future seemed pitch black.

Nosov’s description of the Moon is simply stunning with its absolutely detailed authenticity. It feels like he painted from life. Everything's there. And modern anti-art is purely Pavlensky and the Voina group. And annoying advertising. And the degradation of healthcare. And moral degradation, when man is a wolf to man. And the police are painted like this - it seems to me that many of my non-colleagues posed for the Great Writer. And the movie is “The Legend of Seven Strangled and One Drowned in Fuel Oil.” Everything written in the calm sixties came true with fantastic accuracy.

And the scam with giant plants - I don’t know if Mavrodi was inspired by this book, but you can’t dispute that everything went according to this scenario.

Some of the images in the book are downright archetypal in nature. The image of the Island of Fools, where short people just relax all day, is very reminiscent of all-inclusive hotels. And the fact that from stupid films and entertainment people become overgrown with wool, turn into sheep and are sheared, making money from it - this is generally an allegory of colossal depth and power, in which the entire modern Western, and even our, world...

“Dunno on the Moon” is our nineties. This is a deteriorating economy, poverty. This is an unstoppable greed that destroys everything and everyone, like toxic chemicals. This is a culture of sales, not achievement. This... This is all of us...

There is a story that when Yeltsin took the presidential oath, he needed a thick book under the cover of “The Constitution of the Russian Federation.” It is clear that the Presidential Administration did not have a Constitution - no one cared about it then, and at the top of power it was not needed in everyday life. Then the book “Dunno on the Moon” was given to the popularly elected one. Most likely, this is a fiction, but what is a fact is that Yeltsin made all the lunar nightmares come true, almost leaving behind a lunar landscape where there is nothing alive and correct.

Despite all the nightmares that Nosov describes, he has a gentle irony and optimism in every line. He never believes that there are dead ends anywhere. Its dead ends always become passageways and lead to beautiful squares with cheerful people and fountains. It seems to me that he predicted such an outcome in this book. The problems of sleepwalkers are solved by high technology - the appearance of giant plants. This is a jerk of such force that the old way of life is falling apart, the outdated society is bursting at the seams. Most likely, the same thing awaits us. After all, the Master didn’t write anything just like that.

Nosov’s heroes, the same Dunno, became folklore heroes deeply related to us. Of course, Dunno did not fit ideologically into our new capitalist structure, into monetarism, liberalism, and other isms. It is surprising that this book was not burned in public squares in the nineties as a warning to the enemies of democracy, perhaps together with the enemies themselves. Then they did it simpler - they filmed the cartoon “Dunno on the Moon.” Well made, beautifully drawn and completely emasculated. There is no horror of injustice, no image of a bright earthly world. There are environmental problems there. And they also gave Dunno a girl to accompany her, so that, like in Hollywood, you can’t go anywhere without love. And the book in the cartoon deflated, it became so cozy, homely, non-binding. Just Dunno, he’s just protecting the environment, well, he’s pushing Teslas, wind generators, and so on. Nice, tolerant, European style. True, they had not yet grown up to be gay, otherwise it’s scary to imagine Gunka.

I wonder if Nosov is studied at school? Akunin, a notorious Russophobe, is being studied. A couple more of the same cosmopolitans are also being studied. But the great book about the adventures of Dunno is not studied. It doesn’t fit ideologically - it’s all too much about unnaturally good people, and about some kind of justice. Subversive book. Although for me, Nosov is a classic on the level of Chekhov and Dostoevsky, and deserves much more.

Russia proposes that UNESCO declare 2018 the year of Solzhenitsyn - a malicious anti-Soviet, a liar who did everything to ruin our country, and, by and large, a professional, principled traitor. For some reason, no one is proposing to make it the year of the bright and joyful children's classic Nikolai Nosov. And it would be nice to rename the economic forum. Well, how did Gaidar deserve such an honor - a semi-literate economic saboteur, a hater of Russia, who destroyed our industry and sovereignty, throwing us into the nightmare of the nineties. That is why the same saboteurs gather at its meetings, unable to come up with a single sound idea. And call it a Dunno forum - he had much more economic wisdom.

And for a snack, selected explosive quotes from “Dunno on the Moon,” carefully selected by the authors of the Internet. Who can say that these are not prophecies?

Worldview: “Why do rich people need so much money? - Dunno was surprised. - Can a rich man eat several million?

- “Eat it up”! - Kozlik snorted. - If only they would eat! The rich man satiates his belly, and then begins to satiate his vanity.

What kind of vanity is this? - Dunno didn’t understand.

Well, this is when you want to throw dust in the nose of others"

Joint stock companies: “We also do not want to say that by purchasing shares, short sellers do not gain anything, since by buying shares they get the hope of improving their well-being. And hope, as you know, is also worth something. For nothing, as they say, the sore will not go away. You have to pay money for everything, but once you pay, you can dream.”

"Jeans": “- Dear viewers! - he said. - Ladies and Gentlemen! Doctor Syringe is speaking to you. You hear dull blows: knock! here! here! This is the heartbeat of an astronaut arriving on our planet. Attention attention! This is Dr. Syringe speaking. My address: Kholernaya street, house fifteen. Reception of patients daily from nine in the morning to six in the evening. Help at home. Phone calls. Visits at night are charged double. You hear the beat of the cosmic heart. There is a dental office. Removal, treatment and filling of teeth. The fee is moderate. Cholernaya, house fifteen. You hear heartbeats..."

Copyright and brand ownership:“Meanwhile, a representative of one of the advertising companies appeared in the reception area... Running up to Dunno, she thrust a poster into his hands that read:

"The shorties won't be sorry

And they won't waste their money in vain,

If everyone chews gingerbread

Candy factory "Zarya"

Jumping back two or three steps, she pointed the photographic camera at Dunno and took a picture. Seeing this, Miga completely lost his temper. He jumped up to Dunno, tore the poster out of his hands and angrily threw it on the floor, after which he jumped up to the representative of the advertising company and kicked her.”

Advertising: “Such are the morals of the lunar inhabitants! The lunar shorty will never eat candy, gingerbread, bread, sausage or ice cream from a factory that does not print advertisements in newspapers, and will not go for treatment to a doctor who has not come up with some puzzling advertisement to attract patients. Usually a sleepwalker buys only those things that he read about in the newspaper, but if he sees a cleverly composed advertisement somewhere on the wall, he may even buy something that he doesn’t need at all.” Monopolization of the economy: “The best way out of this situation is to start selling salt even cheaper. Owners of small factories will be forced to sell salt at too low a price, their factories will begin to operate at a loss, and they will have to close them. But then we will raise the price of salt again, and no one will stop us from making capital.”

Technology control: "In Can you imagine what could happen when these giant plants appear on our planet? There will be a lot of nutritious foods. Everything will become cheap. Poverty will disappear! In this case, who would want to work for you and me? What will happen to the capitalists? For example, you have now become rich. You can satisfy all your whims. You can hire a driver to drive you around in a car, you can hire servants to carry out all your orders: they clean your room, look after your dog, beat out carpets, put gaiters on you, you never know what! And who should do all this? All this should be done for you by poor people in need of income. And what poor man will come to your service if he does not need anything?.. You will have to do everything yourself. Why then do you need all your wealth?.. If the time comes when everyone feels good, then the rich will definitely feel bad. Take this into account."

Black PR: " - And what. Could the giant plant society collapse? - Grizzle (the newspaper editor) became wary and moved his nose, as if sniffing something.

“It should burst,” Krabs replied, emphasizing the word “should.”

Should it?... Oh, it should! - Grizzly smiled, and his upper teeth dug into his chin again. - Well, it will burst if it has to, I dare to assure you! Ha-ha!...”

State of the Science:“Dunno asked why lunar astronomers or lunarologists have not yet built an aircraft capable of reaching the outer shell of the Moon. Memega said that building such a device would be too expensive, while lunar scientists do not have the money. Only the rich have money, but no rich person will agree to spend money on a business that does not promise big profits.

The lunar rich are not interested in the stars, said Alpha. - Rich people, like pigs, do not like to lift their heads to look up. They are only interested in money!”

Legality:“Who are these policemen? - asked Herring. - Bandits! - Spikelet said with irritation. - Honestly, bandits! In reality, the duty of the police is to protect the population from robbers, but in reality they only protect the rich. And the rich are the real robbers. They only rob us, hiding behind laws that they themselves invent. Tell me, what difference does it make whether I am robbed according to the law or not according to the law? I do not care!".

“Try not to obey here, when everything is in their hands: land, factories, money, and, in addition, weapons!” Kolosok became sad. “Now I’ll come home,” he said, “and the police will grab me and put me in jail.” And the seeds will be taken away. This is clear! The rich will not allow anyone to plant giant plants. Apparently, we are not destined to get rid of poverty!"

"Police Technology": “What do you think this is? - asked the policeman. - Well, take a sniff.

Dunno carefully sniffed the tip of the baton.

“Must be a rubber stick,” he muttered.

- "Rubber stick"! - the policeman mimicked. - It’s clear that you’re an ass! This is an advanced rubber baton with an electrical contact. Abbreviated as URDEK. Come on, stand still! - he commanded. R-r-hands at the seams! And no r-talk!”

Methods:...Do you know who you are?

Who? - Dunno asked with fear.

A famous bandit and raider named Handsome, who committed sixteen train robberies, ten armed bank raids, seven prison escapes (the last time he escaped last year by bribing the guards) and stole a total of twenty million ferthings worth of valuables! - Migl said with a joyful smile.

Dunno waved his hands in embarrassment.

Yes you! What do you! It's not me! - he said.

No, you, Mr. Handsome! What are you ashamed of? With money like yours, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. I think you have some left of twenty million. You've undoubtedly hidden something. Yes, give me at least a hundred thousand of these millions of yours, and I will let you go. After all, no one except me knows that you are the famous robber Handsome. And instead of you, I’ll put some tramp in prison, and everything will be all right, honestly! Well, give me at least fifty thousand... Well, twenty... I can’t do less, honestly! Give me twenty thousand and get out of here."

Judicial system:“You've gone completely crazy here! - Wrigl shouted with irritation. -Who do you think Handsome is? Eh?.. Handsome - a famous personality! Everyone knows the handsome guy. Handsome millionaire! Half the police have been bribed by Handsome, and tomorrow, if he wants, he will buy us all with all our guts... And who is this? - Wrigl continues to shout, pointing his finger at Dunno. - Who is he, I ask! Who knows? What did he do?.. Dine for free? So why is he here? And all he wants is here, you such a fool! Here he is warm and light, and fleas don’t bite him. He only dreams of how to quickly get into jail and start eating up the police! This is not a real criminal, but a rogue with empty pockets. What will you take from him when he doesn’t even have money for lunch?”

Legalized common funds:"Hey, who's there? Is this the police department? Please connect me with the commandant. Mr. Julio, a member of the mutual benefit society, is speaking to you. Do you have Mige arrested? Yes, yes, Mr. Mige... The Mutual Benefit Society vouches for him. This is an absolutely honest person, I assure you! So honest, the likes of which the world has never produced... Can I make a deposit?.. Thank you. I’ll come with the money now.”

Credit history:“I then entered the factory and began to earn decent money. I even started saving money for a rainy day, just in case I suddenly became unemployed again. It was just difficult, of course, to resist spending the money. And then they still started saying that I need to buy a car. I say: why do I need a car? I can also walk. And they tell me: it’s a shame to walk. Only poor people walk. In addition, you can buy a car in installments. You make a small cash contribution, get a car, and then you will pay a little every month until you have paid off all the money. Well, that's what I did. Let, I think, everyone imagine that I am also a rich man. Paid the down payment and received the car. He sat down, drove off, and immediately fell into a ka-a-ah-ha-navu (from excitement, Kozlik even began to stutter). I broke my car, you know, I broke my leg and four more ribs.

Well, did you fix the car later? - asked Dunno.

What you! While I was sick, I was kicked out of work. And then it’s time to pay the premium for the car. But I don’t have any money! Well, they tell me: then give the car-aha-ha-mobile back. I say: go, take it to kaa-ha-hanave. They wanted to sue me for ruining the car, but they saw that there was nothing to take from me anyway, and they let go. So I didn’t have a car or money.”

Medicine:“The doctor carefully examined the patient and said that it was best to put him in a hospital, since the disease was very advanced. Having learned that he would have to pay twenty ferthings for treatment in the hospital, Dunno was terribly upset and said that he received only five ferthings a week and it would take him a whole month to collect the required amount.

If you wait another month, the patient will no longer need any medical care,” the doctor said. “Immediate treatment is needed to save him.”

"Postmodern": “You, brother, better not look at this picture,” Kozlik told him. - Don’t rack your brains in vain. It’s still impossible to understand anything here. All our artists paint like this, because rich people only buy such paintings. One will paint such squiggles, another will draw some incomprehensible squiggles, the third will completely pour liquid paint into a tub and dab it in the middle of the canvas, so that the result will be some kind of awkward, meaningless spot. You look at this spot and can’t understand anything - it’s just some kind of abomination! And the rich people watch and even praise. “We, they say, don’t need the picture to be understandable. We don’t want some artist to teach us anything. A rich man understands everything even without an artist, but a poor man doesn’t need to understand anything. That’s why he a poor man, so as not to understand anything and live in darkness."

Mass media:“There were “Business Savvy”, “Newspaper for Fat People”, and “Newspaper for Thin People”, and “Newspaper for Smart People”, and “Newspaper for Fools”. Yes Yes! Don’t be surprised: it’s “for fools.” Some readers may think that it would be unwise to name a newspaper this way, as who would buy a newspaper with such a name. After all, no one wants to be considered a fool. However, the residents did not pay attention to such trifles. Everyone who bought the “Newspaper for Fools” said that he bought it not because he considered himself a fool, but because he was interested in finding out what they wrote about there for fools. By the way, this newspaper was run very wisely. Everything in it was clear even to fools. As a result, “Newspaper for Fools” was sold in large quantities...”

Mass culture:“...At first you will be fed, watered, and treated to whatever you want, and you won’t have to do anything. Eat and drink, have fun, sleep, and walk as much as you like. From such a stupid pastime, the little guy on the island gradually becomes stupid, runs wild, then begins to grow wool and eventually turns into a ram or a sheep.”

The system as a whole:“...whoever has money will do well on Fool’s Island. For the money the rich man will build himself a house in which the air is well purified, pay a doctor, and the doctor will prescribe him pills that will make his hair grow less quickly. In addition, for the rich there are so-called beauty salons. If some rich man swallows harmful air, he quickly runs to such a salon. There, for money, they will begin to give him various poultices and rubbings, so that the sheep's muzzle looks like an ordinary short face. True, these poultices do not always help. If you look at such a rich man from afar, he looks like he’s a normal little guy, but if you look closer, he’s just a simple sheep.”

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A Krasnodar blogger was almost recognized as an extremist for quoting from “Dunno on the Moon”

Police believe children's book character's phrase incites discord
Evgeniya Ostraya 10.10.2017

Mikhail Malakhov is an ordinary 33-year-old Krasnodar resident. But, as it is fashionable to say, with an active civic position. There are a dime a dozen of these on the Internet now. Nick chose a romantic one - Dreamer (from English - dreamer) and, following the laws of the genre, posts thoughtful speeches on the page of his dreamy group.

More than half of the materials on my page have nothing to do with politics,” Malakhov tells Komsomolskaya Pravda.

And these posts have hundreds of readers.

After the publication of the most informative of them - an excerpt from Nikolai Nosov’s book about the adventures of his immortal hero Dunno - Malakhov received a call from the “E” center (he is involved in the fight against extremism. - Author).

Out of surprise, Mikhail didn’t even immediately realize which law enforcement agency representatives said in a stern voice that a statement had been received regarding his extremist behavior. The man was officially invited to give an explanation.

They start reading to me in all seriousness:

“Who are these policemen? - asked Herring. - Bandits! - Spikelet said with irritation. - Honestly, bandits! In reality, the duty of the police is to protect the population from robbers, but in reality they only protect the rich. And the rich are the real robbers. They only rob us, hiding behind laws that they themselves invent. Tell me, what difference does it make whether I am robbed according to the law or not according to the law? I do not care! - It’s somehow wonderful here! - said Vintik. - Why do you listen to the police and these... what do you call them, rich people? “Try not to obey here, when everything is in their hands: land, factories, money, and, in addition, weapons!”

Are you inciting hatred towards the police here? - says the caller. I tried to explain that this was actually an excerpt from Dunno, that it was Nosov, not me,” the blogger continues.

The harmlessness of the quote from a children's book, according to the police officer, will be assessed by professional linguists.

And blogger Malakhov decided not to rush into visiting the Krasnodar center for combating extremism, whose employees were deeply touched by a quote from Dunno. Moreover, the department limited itself to a phone call.

I think that if I go there, it will only be with a lawyer,” says Mikhail.

The police have not yet officially commented on the situation, which caused a storm in the media.

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But famous Krasnodar lawyer Alexey Avanesyan volunteered to go for interrogation with the blogger.

In my opinion, there can be no crime in this case. And first of all, because then Nosov’s book “Dunno on the Moon” itself will have to be recognized as extremist. Fortunately, this has not happened yet. A crime would occur if the quotation from the book were used in conjunction with its own derogatory context.

The audio fairy tale Dunno on the Moon is a work by N. N. Nosov. The fairy tale can be listened to online or downloaded. The audiobook “Dunno on the Moon” is presented in mp3 format.

Audio tale Dunno on the Moon, contents:

The audio tale Dunno on the Moon, which you turn on to listen online, is a story that happened a couple of years later from the adventures described by Nosov in Sunny City.

During this time, Znayka visited the Moon with Herring and Fuchsia, published a scientific book, and now intended to fly there on his own. He shared his dream with astronomer Steklyashkin and other colleagues.

The short ones discovered the law of weightlessness and began to construct a real spaceship, and as a gift for the lunar inhabitants they saved the seeds of giant plants.

Donut and Dunno decided not to take them with them, but they heard this and snuck into the rocket at night to hide and fly away with everyone. However, everything went against their expectations - they accidentally pressed the start button and rushed into space alone.

Finding himself on the moon, Dunno penetrated inside the moon through a tunnel, where he was literally immediately arrested. Then he began looking for money to build a new spaceship and go home, got any job, was arrested again and now exiled to Fool's Island.

Meanwhile, Znayka built another rocket and immediately rushed off to search for the missing. The online audio fairy tale ended happily - all friends returned to Earth unharmed!!!

Now that Donut was finally convinced that there was no question of returning to Earth, he gradually calmed down and said:

Well, since we are flying to the moon and all the ways back are cut off, now we have only one task: to get back to the food compartment and have a good breakfast.

“We just had breakfast,” said Dunno.

So was this a real breakfast? - Donut objected. - This breakfast was a trial, so to speak, rough, training.

How is this training? - Dunno didn’t understand.

Well, we had breakfast in space for the first time. This means that they didn’t seem to have breakfast, but just sort of mastered the process of eating in space, that is, they trained. But now that the training is over, we can have a real breakfast.

Well, that’s probably possible,” Dunno agreed.

The friends went down to the food compartment. Dunno still didn’t feel like eating, and he ate one space cutlet just to keep Donut company. But Donut decided not to get lost in the current situation and took the matter seriously. He stated that he had to inspect the food compartment and check the quality of all space dishes, and for this he needed to eat at least one serving of each dish.

This task, however, turned out to be beyond his power, because already on the tenth or eleventh serving he was overcome by sleep, and Donut fell asleep with a half-eaten space sausage in his mouth. There was nothing surprising in this, since Donut slept little at night, and besides, anyone who is in a state of weightlessness can fall asleep in any position without going to bed specifically for this.

Knowing that Donut had been tumbling all night looking for a way out of the rocket, Dunno decided to give him a rest, and he himself went to the astronomical cabin to see how close the spaceship was to the Moon. Through the portholes the sky with stars, with a brightly sparkling disk of the sun and a silvery, glowing Moon above, was still black. The Sun was the same size as it is usually seen from the Earth, but the Moon had already become twice as large. It seemed to Dunno that he noticed details on the surface of the Moon that he had not noticed before, but since he had never looked at the Moon carefully before, he could not say with certainty whether he saw these details because he flew closer to the Moon, or he sees them because he has now begun to look at the Moon more carefully.

Although the rocket was rushing at a terrible speed, covering a space of twelve kilometers in one second, it seemed to Dunno that it was frozen in place and not even half a finger closer to the Moon. This was explained by the fact that the distance from the Earth to the Moon is very large - about four hundred thousand kilometers. At such a huge distance, the speed of twelve kilometers per second is not so high that it can be noticed by eye, especially while in the rocket.

Two or three hours passed, and Dunno still looked at the Moon and could not tear himself away from it. The moon seemed to attract his gaze. Finally, he felt some kind of painful sucking in his stomach and only then did he realize that it was time for lunch. He quickly went down to the food compartment and saw that Donut had woken up and was already chewing something with gusto.

Eh, yes, I see you have already started lunch! - Dunno shouted. - Why didn’t you wait for me?

“So it’s not lunch yet, but this very... training,” answered Donut.

Well, then finish your training and we’ll have lunch,” said Dunno. What do we have tastier there?

With these words, Donut took out several tubes of soup, cabbage rolls and jelly from the thermostat, and the friends began to dine. Having finished this activity, Donut said that for proper digestion after lunch, you should snore a little. He immediately fell asleep, hanging in the middle of the food compartment and throwing his arms and legs to the sides. Dunno decided to follow his example, but he didn’t like the fact that during sleep in a state of weightlessness his arms and legs move apart, so he crossed his legs, as if he were sitting on a chair, and folded his arms on his chest like a pretzel.

Taking this position, Dunno began to try to fall asleep. For some time he listened to the smooth noise of the jet engine. It seemed to him that the engine was quietly whispering in his ear: “Chaf-chaf-chaf-chaf!” These sounds gradually lulled Dunno, and he fell asleep.

Several hours passed, and Dunno felt that someone was shaking him by the shoulder. Opening his eyes, he saw Donut.

Wake up soon. Dunno! Trouble! - Donut muttered in fear.

What's the problem? - asked, finally waking up. Dunno.

Trouble, brother, it seems we slept through dinner!

Fuck you with your dinner! - Dunno got angry. - I thought, God knows what happened!

I'm surprised at your carelessness! - said Donut. - The diet must not be violated. Everything must be done on time: lunch, breakfast, and dinner. This whole thing is no joke!

“Okay, okay,” Dunno said impatiently. “Let’s go and look at the moon first, and then you can at least have lunch, dinner, and even breakfast at the same time.”

The friends climbed into the astronomical cabin and looked out the upper window. What they saw stunned them. A huge luminous ball hung above the rocket, obscuring the sky with stars. Donut was so frightened that his lips, cheeks, and even ears began to tremble, and tears flowed from his eyes.

What is this?.. Where is this?.. Now we’ll crash into it, right? - he babbled, clinging to Dunno’s sleeve.

Quiet! - Dunno shouted at him. - I think it's just the Moon.

What, just the Moon? - Donut was surprised. - The moon is small!

Of course, Luna. We just flew close to her.

Dunno climbed up to the ceiling of the cabin and, clinging to the upper window, began to examine the surface of the Moon. Now the Moon was visible as it can be seen through a telescope from Earth, and even better. On its surface one could clearly see mountain ranges, lunar cirques, and deep cracks or faults.

“Come up here, Donut,” said Dunno. - Look how clearly the Moon is visible.

The donut reluctantly rose up and began to look out the window from under his brows. What he saw did not bring him relief. He noticed that the Moon no longer stood still, but was approaching with noticeable speed. At first it was visible as a huge sparkling circle, the size of half the sky. Little by little this circle grew and eventually filled the entire sky. Now, wherever you looked, the surface of the Moon stretched in all directions with mountain ranges, lunar craters and valleys turned upside down. All this hung menacingly above my head and was already so close that it seemed that I had only to reach out my hand and I could touch the top of some lunar mountain.

The donut shivered fearfully and, pushing off the window with his hand, sank to the bottom of the cabin.

Come on! - he grumbled. - I don’t want to look at this Moon!

Why? - asked Dunno.

Why is she hanging right above her head? More will fall on us from above!

Oddball! It is not the Moon that will fall on us, but we on it.

How can we fall on it if we are from below and the Moon is from above?

Well, you see,” explained Dunno, “the Moon will simply attract us.”

So, we're kind of clinging to the Moon from below? - Donut realized.

Dunno himself didn’t know how the landing on the Moon would happen, but he wanted to show Donut that he knew everything well. Therefore he said:

Exactly. Looks like we'll stick together.

Wow! - Donut exclaimed. - So, when we get out of the rocket, we will walk on the Moon upside down?

Why else? - Dunno was surprised.

How else? - Donut answered. - If we are below, and the Moon is above, then whether you like it or not, you will have to turn upside down.

Hm! - Dunno answered thoughtfully. - It seems that in fact something is not quite what we need!

He thought for a minute and just at that moment noticed that he did not hear the usual engine noise.

Wait a minute,” he said to Donut. - Do you hear anything?

What do you think I should hear? - Donut became alarmed.

Jet engine noise.

Donut listened.

“I don’t think there’s any noise,” he replied.

Here you go! - Dunno was confused. - Has the engine gone bad? We flew almost to the moon, and suddenly such a disappointment!

Donut was overjoyed, realizing that with a damaged engine, the rocket would not be able to continue its flight and would have to return back. His joy was, however, in vain. The jet engine did not deteriorate at all, but only turned off for a while. As soon as the rocket reached maximum speed, the electronic control machine automatically stopped the engine, and further flight occurred by inertia. This happened just at the moment when Dunno and Donut fell asleep. That is why they did not notice that the engine had stopped working.

The donut rose up again, and he and Dunno began to look out the window, trying to determine whether the rocket had stopped or was continuing to fly. However, they were unable to determine this. Suddenly I heard again: “Chaf-chaf-chaf-chaf!” - the rotation motor turned on. Dunno and Donut saw through the porthole how the surface of the Moon, hanging above them like a boundless sea, swayed as if someone had pushed it, tipped back somewhere and with its entire enormity began to turn over in space.

Imagining that a rocket collided with the Moon, Dunno and Donut squealed. It never occurred to them that in reality it was not the Moon that was turning over, but the rocket. At the same instant, the centrifugal force resulting from the rotation of the rocket threw the travelers aside. Pressing against the wall of the cabin, Dunno and Donut saw the luminous surface of the Moon flash through the side windows and, swaying once again as if on the waves, plummeted down somewhere along with all the mountain ranges, lunar seas, craters and gorges.

The spectacle of this cosmic cataclysm shocked Donut so much that he shook his head and involuntarily covered his eyes with his hands, and when he opened them, he saw that there was no longer any Moon in the sky. From all sides, only bright stars sparkled in the portholes. Donut imagined that the rocket, having crashed into the Moon, broke it into pieces, which scattered to the sides and turned into stars.

All this happened instantly. Much faster than we can talk about it. As the rocket turned its tail toward the Moon, the rotation engine turned off. It became quiet for a minute. But soon I heard again: “Chaf-chaf-chaf!” This time louder than usual. The main engine turned on. But since the rocket's tail was now facing the Moon, heated gases were ejected from the nozzle in the opposite direction to its motion, causing the rocket to begin to slow down. This was necessary so that the rocket would approach the Moon at low speed and not crash during landing.

As soon as the rocket slowed down, overloads began, and the resulting gravity pressed Dunno and Donut to the cabin floor. Dunno still couldn’t wait to find out what happened to the Moon. Dragging himself on all fours to the wall of the cabin and barely rising to his feet, he looked out the side window.

Look, Donut, it turns out she's here! - Dunno suddenly shouted.

Who is there? - Donut asked.

Moon. She's downstairs, you know!

Overcoming the ever-increasing force of gravity, Donut also reached the porthole and looked down. What he saw amazed him. Below, in all directions for many kilometers, the lunar surface stretched to the very horizon with all the craters and mountains that our travelers had already seen on the Moon. The only difference was that now it was all not upside down, but stood normally, as it should be.

How did the Moon end up below? - Donut asked in bewilderment.

You see, - answered Dunno, - it was probably not the Moon that turned over, but we ourselves turned over. Or rather, the rocket turned over. At first the rocket was turned to the Moon with its head, and now it turned with its tail. Therefore, at first it seemed to us that the Moon was above, above us, but now it seems that it is below.

A! - Donut shouted joyfully. - Now I understand. The rocket turned its tail towards the Moon. So she changed her mind about going to the moon! Hooray! The rocket wants to fly back! Well done, rocket!

You understand a lot! - Dunno answered. - Rocket knows better than you what needs to be done. She knows she needs to go to the moon.

Don’t sign for the rocket! - said Donut. - The rocket is responsible for itself.

“You better look down,” said Dunno.

Donut looked out the window and discovered that the lunar surface was not moving away at all, but was approaching. Now it no longer seemed ashen-gray, as it appears to us from the ground, but was silvery-white. Beautiful mountains stretched in different directions, between which sparkled lunar valleys, bathed in bright sunlight.

Among the valleys, huge boulders of stone could be seen in many places. Some of them were quadrangular in shape and resembled large houses. There were especially many such stones at the foot of the rocky mountains, so it seemed that lunar cities inhabited by lunar inhabitants were located along the mountain ranges.

Dunno and Donut involuntarily admired the picture that opened before them. The moon no longer seemed to them as lifeless and deserted as before.

Donut said:

If there are houses on the Moon, then someone must live in them. And who should live if not the short ones? And if there are shorties on the Moon, then they must definitely eat something, and since they must eat something, then they have something to eat, and we will not perish from hunger.

While Donut was expressing his guesses, the rocket flew very close to the Moon. Heated gases, forcefully escaping from the engine nozzle, raised clouds of dust from the surface of the Moon, which, rising higher and higher, enveloped the rocket from all sides!

What is this? - Dunno was perplexed. - It’s either smoke or dust! Maybe some kind of volcano below?

Well, I knew that we would end up in a volcano! - Donut grumbled.

How did you know this? - Dunno was surprised.

But Donut did not have time to answer this question. Just at that moment the rocket landed on the surface of the Moon. There was a shock. Unable to stay on their feet, Dunno and Donut rolled onto the floor of the cabin. For some time they sat on the floor and silently looked at each other. Finally Dunno said:

We've arrived!

So much for you... this very... tale! - Donut muttered.

Having risen to their feet, the friends began to look out the portholes, but everything around them was covered in some kind of gray, bubbling, as if boiling mass.

There is some kind of complete mess raging all around! - Donut grumbled with displeasure. - They must have hit the nail on the head!

Which crater? - Dunno didn’t understand.

Well, into the mouth of a volcano.

Meanwhile, the dust began to dissipate, and the outlines of the lunar surface began to appear through it.

It turns out that it’s just dust or fog,” said Dunno.

So we're not sitting in a volcano? - Donut asked.

No no! There is no volcano,” Dunno reassured him.

Well, then you can still live! - Donut sighed with relief.

Of course you can! - Dunno happily picked up and, extending his hand to Donut, said with an important look: - Congratulations, dear friend, on your safe arrival on the Moon!

Thank you! Congratulations to you too! - Donut answered and shook his hand.

“I wish you further success in your wonderful scientific activity,” said Dunno.

Thank you! “And I wish the same for you,” answered Donut and, shuffling his foot, respectfully bowed to Dunno.

Dunno also bowed to Donut and shuffled his foot. Feeling deep satisfaction from their politeness, the friends laughed and rushed to hug each other.

Well, where will we start our activities on the Moon, - asked Dunno, having finished with the hug. - I propose to make a sortie from the rocket and take a good look around.

“I suggest you eat first and then look around,” Donut answered with a pleasant smile.

Your proposal, dear friend, is accepted,” Dunno politely agreed. - Let me wish you bon appetit.

Thank you! “I wish you a pleasant meal too,” Donut answered, smiling broadly.

After exchanging pleasantries, the friends went down to the food compartment. There they ate leisurely, after which they went up to the compartment where the space suits were stored. Having selected spacesuits that suited their height, the friends began to put them on.

Each of these spacesuits consisted of three parts: a space suit, a hermetic helmet and space boots. The space suit was made of metal plates and rings connected by flexible, airtight, silver-colored space plastic. On the back of the overalls there was a backpack in which an air-purifying and ventilation device was placed, as well as an electric battery that supplied current to an electric flashlight, which was mounted on the chest. An automatic folding parachute hood was placed above the backpack, which opened, if necessary, in the manner of wings.

The hermetic helmet was worn on the head and was made of rigid cosmic plastic, bound with stainless steel. In the front part of the helmet there was a round window, or porthole, made of unbreakable glass, and inside there was a small radio station with a telephone device through which it was possible to communicate in airless space. As for space boots, they were almost no different from ordinary boots, except that their soles were made of a special heat-insulating substance.

It is worth mentioning that behind the back of the space suit there was a hiking backpack, and to the belt, in addition to a folding alpenstock and a surveying hammer, a space umbrella was attached to protect from the scorching rays of the sun. This umbrella was made of refractory aluminum and, when folded, took up no more space than a regular rain umbrella.

Having put on the overalls, Dunno felt that it fit his body quite tightly, and the pressure helmet was so spacious that Dunno’s head could easily fit in it along with his hat.

Having dressed in space suits and checked the operation of radiotelephone communications, our travelers descended into the tail section of the rocket and found themselves in front of the airlock door. Dunno took Donut by the hand and pressed the button. The door opened silently. The friends stepped forward and found themselves in the airlock. The door closed silently behind them. Now only one door separated our travelers from the lunar world.

Dunno involuntarily lingered in front of this door.

What will this mysterious, unknown world of the Moon turn out to be? How will he meet the uninvited strangers? Will spacesuits provide reliable protection in airless space? After all, one small crack, one small hole in the suit was enough for the air to escape from under it, and then the travelers were in danger of imminent death.

These thoughts flashed through Dunno’s head with lightning speed. But he did not give in to fear. As if to cheer Donut up, he put one arm around his shoulder and with the other hand he pressed the button on the door. But the door did not open, as Dunno expected. Only a tiny hole in the door opened. The space inside the airlock connected with the external airless space, and the air in the airlock chamber began to whistle free. Dunno and Donut felt that the overalls, which had previously fit tightly to the body, suddenly began to become more spacious, as if they were swelling. This was explained by the fact that the outside air pressure disappeared and the walls of the spacesuits began to experience only air pressure from the inside. Not understanding what had happened, Donut imagined that the suit on him had burst, and this frightened him so much that he staggered and began to fall on his side. Dunno carefully supported him by the arm and said:

Stand up straight! Nothing bad yet!

At this time, the air finally left the airlock chamber, and the outer door automatically opened.

Seeing the light flashing ahead, Dunno commanded:

And now boldly forward!

Two and a half years have passed since Dunno traveled to the Sunny City. Although for you and me this is not so much, but for little runts, two and a half years is a very long time. Having listened to the stories of Dunno, Knopochka and Pachkuli Pestrenky, many shorties also made a trip to the Sunny City, and when they returned, they decided to make some improvements at home. Flower City has changed since then so much that it is now unrecognizable. Many new, large and very beautiful houses appeared in it. According to the design of the architect Vertibutylkin, even two revolving buildings were built on Kolokolchikov Street. One is five-story, tower-type, with a spiral descent and a swimming pool around (by going down the spiral descent, one could dive straight into the water), the other is six-story, with swinging balconies, a parachute tower and a ferris wheel on the roof. A lot of cars, spiral vehicles, tube planes, aerohydromotos, tracked all-terrain vehicles and other various vehicles appeared on the streets.

And that's not all, of course. Residents of the Sunny City learned that the short guys from the Flower City were engaged in construction, and came to their aid: they helped them build several so-called industrial enterprises. According to the design of the engineer Klyopka, a large clothing factory was built, which produced a wide variety of clothes, from rubber bras to winter fur coats made of synthetic fiber. Now no one had to slog with a needle to sew the most ordinary trousers or jacket. At the factory, everything was done for short machines. Finished products, as in Sunny City, were distributed to stores, and there everyone took what they needed. All the concerns of the factory workers boiled down to coming up with new styles of clothes and making sure that nothing was produced that the public did not like.

Everyone was very pleased. The only one who suffered in this case was Donut. When Donut saw that he could now buy any thing he might need from the store, he began to wonder why he needed all that pile of suits that had accumulated in his home. All these costumes were also out of fashion, and they could not be worn anyway. Choosing a darker night, Donut tied his old suits in a huge knot, secretly took them out of the house and drowned them in the Cucumber River, and instead of them he got himself new suits from the stores. It ended up that his room turned into some kind of warehouse for ready-made clothes. The suits were in his closet, on the closet, on the table, under the table, on bookshelves, hanging on the walls, on the backs of chairs and even under the ceiling, on strings.

Such an abundance of woolen products in the house infested moths, and to prevent them from gnawing the suits, Donut had to poison them daily with mothballs, from which there was such a strong smell in the room that the unusual little man was knocked off his feet. The donut itself smelled of this stupefying smell, but he got so used to it that he even stopped noticing it. For others, however, the smell was very noticeable. As soon as Donut came to visit someone, the owners immediately began to feel dizzy from stupor. The donut was immediately driven away and all the windows and doors were quickly opened wide to ventilate the room, otherwise you could faint or go crazy. For the same reason, Donut didn’t even have the opportunity to play with the shorties in the yard. As soon as he went out into the yard, everyone around them began to spit and, holding their noses with their hands, rushed to run away from him in different directions without looking back. Nobody wanted to hang out with him. Needless to say, this was terribly offensive for Donut, and he had to take all the costumes he didn’t need to the attic.

However, that was not the main thing. The main thing was that Znayka also visited the Sunny City. There he met the little scientists Fuchsia and Herring, who at that time were preparing their second flight to the Moon. Znayka also got involved in the work of building a space rocket and, when the rocket was ready, made an interplanetary journey with Fuchsia and Herring. Having arrived on the Moon, our brave travelers examined one of the small lunar craters in the area of ​​the lunar Sea of ​​Clarity, visited the cave that was located in the center of this crater, and made observations of changes in gravity. On the Moon, as is known, gravity is much less than on Earth, and therefore observations of changes in gravity are of great scientific importance. Having spent about four hours on the moon. Znayka and his companions were forced to quickly set off on the return journey, since their air supplies were running out. Everyone knows that there is no air on the Moon and, in order not to suffocate, you should always take a supply of air with you. In a condensed form, of course.

Returning to Flower City, Znayka talked a lot about his journey. His stories were of great interest to everyone, and especially to the astronomer Steklyashkin, who had observed the Moon more than once through a telescope. Using his telescope, Steklyashkin was able to see that the surface of the Moon was not flat, but mountainous, and many of the mountains on the Moon were not like those on Earth, but for some reason were round, or rather, ring-shaped. Scientists call these ring mountains lunar craters, or circuses. To understand what such a lunar circus, or crater, looks like, imagine a huge circular field, twenty, thirty, fifty, or even a hundred kilometers across, and imagine that this huge circular field is surrounded by an earthen rampart or mountain only two or three kilometers high , - and so you get a lunar circus, or a crater. There are thousands of such craters on the Moon. There are small ones - about two kilometers, but there are also gigantic ones - up to one hundred and forty kilometers in diameter.

Many scientists are interested in the question of how lunar craters were formed and where they came from. In Sunny City, all the astronomers even quarreled among themselves, trying to resolve this complex issue, and were divided into two halves. One half claims that the lunar craters came from volcanoes, the other half says that the lunar craters are traces of the fall of large meteorites. The first half of astronomers are therefore called followers of the volcanic theory or simply volcanists, and the second - followers of the meteorite theory or meteorites.

Znayka, however, did not agree with either the volcanic or meteorite theory. Even before traveling to the Moon, he created his own theory of the origin of lunar craters. Once, together with Steklyashkin, he observed the Moon through a telescope, and it struck him that the lunar surface was very similar to the surface of a well-baked pancake with its spongy holes. After that, Znayka often went to the kitchen and watched the pancakes being baked. He noticed that while the pancake is liquid, its surface is completely smooth, but as it heats up in the frying pan, bubbles of heated steam begin to appear on its surface. Having appeared on the surface of the pancake, the bubbles burst, as a result of which shallow holes are formed on the pancake, which remain when the dough is properly baked and loses its viscosity.

Znayka even wrote a book in which he wrote that the surface of the Moon was not always hard and cold as it is now. Once upon a time, the Moon was a fiery liquid, that is, heated to a molten state, a ball. Gradually, however, the surface of the Moon cooled and became no longer liquid, but viscous, like dough. It was still very hot from the inside, so hot gases burst to the surface in the form of huge bubbles. Having reached the surface of the Moon, these bubbles, of course, burst. But while the surface of the Moon was still quite liquid, the traces of the bursting bubbles were delayed and disappeared, leaving no trace, just as bubbles on water during rain leave no trace. But when the surface of the Moon cooled so much that it became thick like dough or like molten glass, traces of the bursting bubbles no longer disappeared, but remained in the form of rings protruding above the surface. Cooling more and more, these rings finally hardened. At first they were smooth, like frozen circles on the water, and then they gradually collapsed and eventually became like those lunar ring mountains, or craters, that everyone can observe through a telescope.