Vitya maleev is waiting at school and at home. Literary living room based on the book by N.N.
Nikolai Nosov
Vitya Maleev at school and at home Drawings by Y. Pozin.
CHAPTER FIRST
Just think how fast time flies! Before I could look back, the holidays were over and it was time to go to school. All summer I did nothing but run around the streets and play football, and I even forgot to think about books. That is, I sometimes read books, but not educational ones, but some fairy tales or stories, and so to work out in the Russian language or in arithmetic - this was not the case. I studied Russian so well, but I did not like arithmetic. The worst thing for me was to solve problems. Olga Nikolaevna even wanted to give me a summer job in arithmetic, but then she regretted it and transferred me to the fourth grade without a job.
You don't want to ruin your summer, she said. - I will translate you like this, but you give a promise that you yourself will work out in arithmetic in the summer.
Of course, I made a promise, but as soon as classes ended, all arithmetic jumped out of my head, and I probably would not have remembered it if it had not come time to go to school. I was ashamed that I had not fulfilled my promise, but now there was nothing to be done anyway.
Well, that means the holidays have flown by! One fine morning - it was the first of September - I got up early, put my books in my bag and went to school. On this day, as they say, there was a great revival in the street. All the boys and girls, both big and small, as if on cue, poured out into the street and walked to the school. They walked one by one, two by two, and even whole groups of several people. Who walked slowly, like me, who rushed headlong, as if on fire. The kids brought flowers to decorate the classroom. The girls screamed. And the guys, too, some squealed and laughed. Everyone had fun. And I had fun. I was glad to see my pioneer detachment again, all the pioneer guys from our class and our leader Volodya, who worked with us last year. It seemed to me that I was a traveler who had once gone on a long journey, and now he is returning home and is about to see his native shores and the familiar faces of relatives and friends.
But still, I was not entirely happy, because I knew that I would not meet Fedya Rybkin among my old school friends - my best friend, with whom we sat at the same desk last year. He recently left our city with his parents, and now no one knows whether we will ever see him or not.
And I was also sad, because I did not know what I would say to Olga Nikolaevna if she asked me if I had studied arithmetic in the summer. Oh, this arithmetic for me! Because of her, my mood is completely spoiled.
The bright sun shone in the sky like summer, but the cool autumn wind tore the yellowed leaves from the trees. They circled in the air and fell down. The wind drove them along the sidewalk, and it seemed that the leaves were also in a hurry somewhere.
Even from a distance, I saw a large red poster above the entrance to the school. It was entwined on all sides with garlands of flowers, and on it was written in large white letters: "Welcome!" I remembered that the same poster hung here on this day last year, and the year before last, and on the day when I came to school for the first time when I was very young. And I remember all the past years. How we studied in the first grade and dreamed of growing up as soon as possible and becoming pioneers.
I remembered all this, and some kind of joy stirred in my chest, as if something good, good had happened! My legs moved faster of their own accord, and I could hardly restrain myself from starting to run. But it didn't suit me: after all, I'm not some kind of first-grader - after all, after all, the fourth grade!
The school yard was already full of children. The kids were in groups. Each class separately. I quickly found my class. The guys saw me and with a joyful cry ran towards me, began to clap on the shoulders, on the back. I didn't think that everyone would be so happy to see me.
And where is Fedya Rybkin? asked Grisha Vasiliev.
Really, where is Fedya? the guys shouted. - You always went together. Where did you lose it?
No Fedya, - I answered. He won't study with us anymore.
He left our city with his parents.
How so?
Very simple.
And you're not lying? - asked Alik Sorokin.
Here's another! I will lie!
The guys looked at me and smiled incredulously.
Guys, and Vanya Pakhomov is not there, - said Lenya Astafyev.
And Serezha Bukatina! the guys shouted.
Maybe they also left, but we don’t know, - said Tolya Dezhkin.
Here, as if in response to this, the gate opened, and we saw that Vanya Pakhomov was approaching us.
.Hooray! we shouted.
Everyone ran towards Vanya and attacked him.
Let me go! - Vanya fought us off. - You've never seen a person in your life, have you?
But everyone wanted to pat him on the shoulder or on the back. I also wanted to slap him on the back, but by mistake I hit him on the back of the head.
Ah, so you still fight! - Vanya got angry and with all his might began to escape from us.
But we surrounded him even more densely.
I don’t know how it would all end, but then Seryozha Bukatin came. Everyone left Vanya to the mercy of fate and attacked Bukatin.
Now, it seems, everything is already assembled, - said Zhenya Komarov.
Or maybe it's not true. Here we will ask Olga Nikolaevna.
Believe it or not. I really need to cheat! - I said.
The guys began to look at each other and tell how they spent the summer. Who went to the pioneer camp, who lived with their parents in the country. We all grew up over the summer, tanned. But Gleb Skameykin tanned the most. His face looked like it was being smoked over a fire. Only light eyebrows glittered on him.
Where are you so tanned? Tolya Dezhkin asked him. - I suppose you lived in a pioneer camp all summer?
No. At first I was in a pioneer camp, and then I went to the Crimea.
How did you get to Crimea?
Very simple. Dad at the factory was given a ticket to a rest home, and he came up with the idea that my mother and I should also go.
So you've been to the Crimea?
I visited.
Have you seen the sea?
I also saw the sea. I saw everything.
The guys surrounded Gleb from all sides and began to look at him as if he were some kind of curiosity.
Well, tell me what kind of sea. Why are you silent? - said Seryozha Bukatin.
Kostya's mother and aunt had no idea that he did not go to school. When his mother came home from work, she first checked his lessons, and everything turned out to be done with him, because every time I came to him and said what was asked. Shishkin was so afraid that his mother would not guess about his tricks that he began to do his homework even better than when he went to school. In the morning he took a bag with books and instead of going to school he went to wander around the city. He could not stay at home, since Aunt Zina worked on the second shift and left for the school late. But it was also dangerous to wander aimlessly through the streets. One day he almost met our teacher of English language and quickly turned into an alley so that she would not see him. Another time he saw a neighbor on the street and hid from her in someone else's front door. He became afraid to walk the streets and climbed somewhere into the most remote quarters of the city so as not to meet someone he knew. It always seemed to him that all the passers-by on the street were looking at him and suspecting that he deliberately did not go to school. The days at this time were frosty, and it was cold to roam the streets, so he sometimes went to some store, warmed up a little, and then moved on.
I felt that it all turned out somehow badly, and I felt uneasy. Shishkin never left my head for a minute. In class, the empty seat behind our desk kept reminding me of him. I imagined how, while we were sitting in a warm classroom, he was sneaking around the city all alone, like a thief, how he was hiding from people in other people's entrances, how he went into some store to warm himself. These thoughts made me absent-minded in class and did not listen well to lessons. At home, I also thought about him all the time. At night I could not sleep at all, because various thoughts came into my head, and I tried to find some way out for Shishkin. If I told Olga Nikolaevna about this, then Olga Nikolaevna would immediately return Shishkin to school, but I was afraid that then everyone would consider me a sneak. I really wanted to talk about this with someone, and I decided to talk to Lika.
“Listen, Lika,” I asked her. Do girls in your class betray each other?
- How is it - they give out?
- Well, if any student does something, then the other student will tell the teacher? Was there such a case in your class?
“I was,” Lika says. - Recently, Petrova broke a hydrangea on the window, and Antonina Ivanovna thought about Sidorova and wanted to punish her, told her parents to come to school. But I saw that it was Petrova who broke the hydrangea, and told Antonina Ivanovna about this.
Why did you have to speak? So, you are our snitch!
- Why - sneak? I did tell the truth. If not for me, Antonina Ivanovna would punish Sidorova, who is not at all guilty,
“It’s still a sneak,” I say. - Our guys do not betray each other.
“So your guys are blaming each other.
Why are they dumped?
- Well, if you broke a hydrangea in class, and the teacher thought of another ...
- We, - I say, - do not grow hydrangeas. We have cacti in our class.
- Does not matter. If you broke a cactus, and the teacher thought of Shishkin, and everyone would be silent, and you would be silent, then you would blame Shishkin.
“But doesn’t Shishkin have a language?” He would say it's not him, I say.
“He could tell, and still be suspected.
Well, let them suspect. No one can prove that it is him, since it is not him.
“We don’t have such order in the class,” Lika says. "Why do we need anyone to be wrongly suspected?" If someone is guilty, he himself must confess, and if he does not confess, everyone has the right to say.
- So, you have all the sneaks there.
- Not a sneak at all. Did Petrova act honestly? Antonina Ivanovna wants to punish another instead of her, but she sits and is silent, glad that they thought of another. If I, too, were silent, then I was at the same time with her. Is it fair?
“Well, okay,” I say. “This case is very special. Have you ever had a case where some girl did not come to school, but said at home that she was at school?
No, we didn't have that.
“Of course,” I say. - How can this happen to you! You have all the exemplary students there.
“Yes,” Lika says, “we have a good class. Did you have such a case?
- Not. We don't, I say. There has never been such a case.
- Why are you asking?
- So simple. Interesting to know
I stopped talking to Lika, and I thought about Shishkin all the time. I really wanted to consult with my mother, but I was afraid that my mother would immediately report this to the school, and then everything was lost. And my mother herself noticed that something was wrong with me. She looked at me so attentively sometimes, as if she knew that I wanted to talk to her about something. Mom always knows when I need to say something to her. But she never demands that I speak, but waits for me to speak. She says: if something happened, it is much better if I myself confess than if I am forced to do it. I don't know how my mom figured it out. Probably, my face is just such that everything seems to be written on it, what is in my head. And so I sat and kept looking at my mother and thinking whether to tell her or not to tell her, but mother, too, no, no, yes, and she would look at me, as if waiting for me to say. And we exchanged glances with her for a long time, and both only pretended: I seemed to be reading a book, and she seemed to be sewing a shirt. This would probably be funny if sad thoughts about Shishkin did not enter my head.
Finally, my mother could not stand it and, smiling, said:
- Well, report what you have there?
- How is it - report? I pretended not to understand.
- Well, say what you want to say.
- What do I want to say? I don’t want to say anything, - I began to get out, and I myself already feel that I’ll tell you everything right now, and I’m glad that my mother herself started talking about it, because it’s easier to say when you are asked than when they don’t ask at all.
“It’s like I don’t see what you want to say about something!” For three days you have been walking around as if lowered into the water and imagine that no one notices this. Well, speak, speak! You will say it anyway. Did something happen at school?
“No, not at school,” I say. “No, no,” I say, at school.
- What, again I suppose I got a deuce?
- I didn't get anything.
- What happened to you?
- Yes, it's not with me at all. Nothing happened to me.
— With whom?
- Well, with Shishkin.
- And what about him?
- He doesn't want to study.
- How - does not want?
- Well, he doesn't want to, that's all!
Then I saw that I let it slip, and I thought: “Fathers, what am I doing? What if mom goes to school tomorrow and tells the teacher!
- Well, Shishkin does not do lessons? Mom asked. - Does he get twos?
I saw that I hadn't quite let it out yet, and I said;
- Doesn't. In Russian, he has a deuce. He does not want to study Russian at all. He has been running since the third grade.
How did he get into fourth grade?
“Well, I don’t know,” I say. He transferred to us from another school. In the third grade, he did not study with us.
Why doesn't the teacher pay attention to him? It needs to be pulled up.
“So he,” I say, “is as cunning as a fox!” What is assigned to the house, he will write off, and when there is a dictation or an essay in the class, he will not come at all.
“And you would take care of him. After all, you think about a friend, you are upset because of him, but you don’t want to help.
- Help, - I say, - to him when he himself does not want to study!
- Well, you explain to him that he needs to study, act on him. You've managed to get down to business on your own, but he needs help. If he comes across a good friend, he will straighten out, and a real person will come out of him.
Am I a bad friend to him? I say.
“So not bad, if you think about him.
I felt very ashamed that I had not told my mother the whole truth, so I quickly got dressed and went to Shishkin to talk to him properly.
Strange affair! For some reason, it was during these days that I really became friends with Shishkin and spent whole days thinking about him. Shishkin also attached himself to me with all his might. He missed his schoolmates and said that now, apart from me, he had no one left.
When I arrived, Kostya, his mother and aunt Zina were sitting at the table drinking tea. Above the table there was an electric lamp under a large blue lampshade, and from this lampshade it was somehow gloomy around, as it happens on a summer evening, when the sun has already set, but it has not yet completely darkened outside. Everyone was very happy with my arrival. They also seated me at the table and began to treat me with tea and bagels. Kostya's mother and aunt Zina began to ask me about my mother, about my father, about where he works and what he does. Kostya silently listened to our conversation. He dipped half a bagel into a glass of tea. The bagel gradually swelled in the glass and became thicker and thicker. Finally, it swelled almost to the entire glass, and Kostya thought about something and seemed to have completely forgotten about it.
- What were you thinking about? his mother asked.
- So simple. I think about my dad. Tell me something about him.
- What to tell? I already told you everything.
- Well, tell me more.
“He likes to be told about his father, but he doesn’t remember him himself,” said Aunt Zina.
— No, I remember.
What can you remember? You were a baby when the war started and your dad went to the front.
"I remember," Shishkin repeated stubbornly. - I remember: I was lying in my bed, and dad came up, took me in his arms, lifted me up and kissed me.
"You can't remember that," Aunt Zina replied. You were three weeks old then.
- Not. Dad came home from the war when I was already a year old.
- Well, then he ran home for a minute when his unit was passing through our city. Your mother told you about it.
“No, I remember it myself,” Kostya said offendedly. - I slept, then woke up, and dad took me in his arms and kissed me, and his overcoat was so rough and prickly. Then he left and I don't remember anything else.
“A child cannot remember what happened to him a year ago,” said Aunt Zina.
“But I remember,” Kostya said almost with tears in his eyes. "Really, Mom, do I remember?" Let mom say it!
- Remember, remember! Mom reassured him. - Well, if you remember that the overcoat was prickly, then you remember everything well.
“Of course,” said Shishkin. - The overcoat was prickly, and I remember and will never forget, because it was my dad, who died in the war.
Shishkin was somewhat thoughtful all evening. I never talked to him about what I wanted to, and soon went home.
That night I could not sleep for a long time, I kept thinking about Shishkin. How good it would be if he studied properly, nothing like this would happen to him! Here I am, for example: I didn’t study well either, and then I pulled myself together and achieved what I wanted. Still, it was, of course, easier for me than for Shishkin: I have a father. I always like to take an example from him. I see how he achieves something in his work, and I also want to be like him. And Shishkin has no father. He died in the war when Kostya was very young. I really wanted to help Kostya, and I began to think that if I started to study with him properly, he could improve his Russian language, and then his studies would go well.
I dreamed about it and decided that I would study with him every day, but then I remembered that there was nothing to dream about classes until he returned to school. I began to think how to persuade him, but it became clear to me that persuasion would not help here, since Kostya was weak-willed and now would not dare to confess to his mother.
It became clear to me that I had to act firmly with Kostya. So I decided to visit him tomorrow after school and have a serious talk. If he does not want to confess to his mother and does not return to school of his own free will, then I will threaten that I will no longer lie to Olga Nikolaevna and will not defend him, because this will only harm him. If he does not understand that this is for his own good, then let him take offense at me. Nothing! I will endure, and then he will see for himself that I could not do otherwise, and we will make friends with him again. As soon as I decided this, my soul felt better, and I felt ashamed that I still hadn't said anything to my mother. I immediately wanted to get up and tell about everything, but it was late, and everyone had already been sleeping for a long time.
State budgetary educational institution
Republic of Mordovia "Saranskaya comprehensive school
for children with disabilities"
Abstract open lesson for reading in 5th grade:
"N. Nosov "Vitya Maleev at school and at home"
Prepared by: Russian language teacher
SBEI RM "Saransk secondary school for children with disabilities"
Rychkova V.V.
Saransk 2017
Topic: N. Nosov "Vitya Maleev at school and at home"
Target: to acquaint students with the content of the story "Vitya Maleev at school and at home" by N. Nosov.
Tasks:
to reveal the characters of the heroes of the story by N. Nosov "Vitya Maleev at school and at home"; improve the skills of fluent, conscious, expressive reading.
develop phonemic hearing in students, imagination, memory, coherent speech of students;
develop motivation for learning.
During the classes
Org. Moment
1. Speech warm-up.
Before we sit down, let's do a breathing exercise:
Stand up, straighten your shoulders, keep your head straight.
Deep breath (at the expense of 1-5).
Hold your breath (at the expense of 1-3).
Exhale (at the expense of 1-5).
Zhenya and Zhanna became friends.
Friendship with Zhanna did not work out.
To live together with friends,
You don't need to hurt your friends.
What is this rhyme about?
Repetition of the studied material
1. Conversation on questions
What is the name of the section of the textbook "Reading", which we began to study? ("About friends-comrades").
What story did we meet in the last lesson, who is its author? (The story of Yuri Yakovlev "Knight Vasya").
Retell the episode about saving the first grader. (Children retell).
2. Work in a notebook
Learning new material
Today in the lesson we will continue to get acquainted with works about children. But first, remember who Znayka, Donut, Pilyulkin, Vintik, Shpuntik are ... (these are the characters from the stories about Dunno and his friends).
Today in the lesson we will read an excerpt from the story of Nikolai Nosov "Vitya Maleev at school and at home." Nosov always wrote for children and about children. But people of all ages read and read it. He perfectly comprehended the psychology of that wonderful, strange, sweet human being called "boy." No longer a child, but not yet a youth. Namely, a boy. Nosov's boys carry such traits as adherence to principles, excitement, spirituality, the eternal desire for something new, the habit of inventing. Let's listen to this piece.
1. Reading the story by the teacher
What mood did you have after listening to an excerpt from Nikolai Nosov's story "Vitya Maleev at school and at home"? (I'm ashamed of what Kostya Shishkin did).
Who is telling this story? (The story is told by Vitya Maleev, a classmate and friend of Kostya Shishkin).
Who is the main character of the story? (most likely, this is Vitya Maleev or Kostya Shishkin).
Literary hero is the image of man in literature. Also in this sense, the concepts of "actor" and "character" are used. Often, only more important actors (characters) are called literary heroes.
Can you call the main character of one and the other boy?
Why didn't Kostya Shishkin go to school? (He pretended to be sick).
What did Vitya say at school about Kostya's absence? (Vitya told everyone that Kostya was sick).
Did Vitya and Kostya do the right thing? (No, lying is ugly).
Prove with the words of the text that Vitya felt uncomfortable from the very beginning, his conscience tormented him. (p. 83: “The next day, everything did not turn out as I expected. I wanted to go to Shishkin’s after school and have a serious talk with him for the last time”).
How did the guys find out about the deception? Tell me. (When Lenya returned for gloves, he saw Shishkin standing upside down. And Lenya also realized that Kostya could not get dressed so quickly, which means he was lying in bed dressed).
Why do you think people cheat? (Probably afraid to tell the truth).
Fizminutka
Consolidation of the studied material
1.Working with the illustration on p.84
What moment is shown in the picture? (p. 83: “Kostya instantly dived into bed, as he was, in clothes, in boots and covered himself with a blanket”).
How did Kostya feel? (He was very worried).
Support this with words from the text. (p. 83: “Shishkin pulled the blanket up to his chin and looked anxiously at the guys”).
How can I sign this picture in the textbook? ("Unexpected Guests").
2. Reading the story by students in roles
3. Work on cards
Now let's fill in the gaps in the dialogue between teacher Olga Nikolaevna and Kostya Shishkin.
Olga Nikolaevna looked around at the guys, saw me and said:
Why did you, Vitya, tell me that Kostya was ill?
Out of shame, I didn't know where to go.
Why are you silent? Did you _________ me?
This is not what I said. He said what I would say. I said.
So, Kostya asked you ____________________?
Yes, I murmured.
And you _________.
Deceived.
And you think that _______ did?
But he asked me!
Do you think you gave him __________ by deceiving me?
Substitution words:
lie
deceive me
Tell a lie
deceived
good service
What do you think Nikolai Nosov wanted to teach us? (Probably, he wanted to teach us to be honest, not to lie to anyone - neither peers nor adults. And he also teaches us not to remain indifferent to the problems of classmates).
The passage from the story ends a bit incomprehensibly. What happened next with the main characters, S Kostya and Vitya? Are you curious to know what happened next?
You can find out about this by reading the entire story of Nikolai Nosov "Vitya Maleev at school and at home."
Lesson summary
Abstract was taken as a basis.
Nikolai Nosov - Vitya Maleev at school and at home
chapter 16 ( summary)
Shishkin came to school. Volodya scolded him not like Vitya - for lying and not pulling up Shishkin in Russian. After the lessons, Vitya and Shishkin were called by the director and said that since Vitya was able to catch up in mathematics, Shishkin would also be able to catch up in Russian.
It is necessary to start with difficult subjects, and not, say, with history or geography. So let Vitya pull up Shishkin - it will be both teaching and work. And skipping means letting your friends down. Then Shishkin told how he trains the dog, and the director explained that the dog does not need to be able to count. It is enough to snap your fingers when necessary, and the dog will remember it.
Vitya Maleev at school and at home: chapter 16(fully)
Chapter Sixteen
And the next day Shishkin came to class. He smiled bewilderedly and looked embarrassedly at the guys, but seeing that no one was ashamed of him, he calmed down and sat down next to me. The empty space behind our desk was filled, and I felt relieved, as if something in my chest had also filled up and fell into place.
Olga Nikolaevna said nothing to Shishkin, and the lessons went on as usual, in their own order. During the break, Volodya came to us, the guys began to tell him about this incident. I thought that Volodya would shame Shishkin, but Volodya instead began to shame me.
“You knew that your comrade was doing wrong, and you didn’t help him correct the mistake,” Volodya said. And you hid from everyone.
It's like I didn't talk to him! How many times have I told him about it! What could I do? After all, he decided not to go to school.
- Why did you decide? Because I didn't study well. Did you help him study better? You knew he was bad at school, didn't you?
- I knew, - I say. - It's all because of the Russian language. He always copied Russian from me.
“You see, if you really cared about your friend, you wouldn’t let him cheat. A true friend must be demanding. What kind of comrade are you if you put up with the fact that your friend does not do well? Such friendship is not real - it is a false friendship.
All the guys started saying that I was a false friend, and Volodya said:
“Let’s get together after school, guys, and talk about everything.
We decided to get together after the lessons, but as soon as the classes were over, Olga Nikolaevna called me and Shishkin and said:
- Kostya and Vitya, go to the director now. He wants to talk to us.
— About what? I got scared.
“Here he will tell you what. Yes, you go, do not be afraid! she chuckled.
We came to the director's cabin, stopped on the threshold and said:
- Hello, Igor Alexandrovich!
Igor Alexandrovich was sitting at the table and writing something.
- Hello guys! Come in and sit down on the sofa here,” he said, while he continued to write.
But we were afraid to sit down, because the sofa was very close to the director. It seemed safer for us to stand near the door. Igor Alexandrovich finished writing, took off his glasses and said:
- Sit down. What are you worth?
We came and sat down. The sofa was leather, shiny. The skin was slippery, and I kept moving off the sofa, because I sat on the edge, and I did not dare to sit on it properly. And so I suffered throughout the whole conversation - and the conversation turned out to be long! - and from such sitting he was more tired than if he had been standing on one leg all this time.
“What is it, brother, you have only one answer to everything: “I don’t know.”
- Well, tell me, Shishkin, how did it occur to you to become a truant? Igor Aleksandrovich asked when we sat down.
"I don't know," Shishkin hesitated.
— Hm! - said Igor Alexandrovich. - Who can know about this, what do you think?
"I-I don't know," Shishkin murmured again.
"Maybe you think I know?"
Shishkin glanced at Igor Aleksandrovich from under his brows to see if he was joking, but the director's face was serious. So he answered again:
- I do not know.
“What is it, brother, you have only one answer to everything: “I don’t know.” If we talk, then let's talk seriously. It's not just out of curiosity that I'm asking you why you didn't go to school.
- So simple. I was afraid,” Shishkin replied.
— What were you afraid of?
- I was afraid of the dictation and missed it, and then I was afraid that Olga Nikolaevna would ask for a note from her mother, so I didn’t come.
Why were you afraid of dictation? What is he, so terrible?
— I was afraid to get a deuce.
- So, you didn’t prepare well in Russian?
- Badly.
Why didn't you prepare well?
- It's hard for me.
- Is it difficult for you to study in other subjects too?
- Others are easier.
- Why is Russian difficult?
- I'm behind. I don't know how to write words.
- So you need to adjust, and you probably don’t study Russian much?
Why?
Well, he doesn't work for me. I will read history or geography - and I already know, but as soon as I write it, there will definitely be mistakes.
- So you need to study Russian more. We must do not only what is easy, but also what is difficult. If you want to learn, you must work hard. Tell me, Maleev,” Igor Alexandrovich asked me, “you didn’t do well in arithmetic before, did you?”
- Didn't make it.
- And now he began to study better?
- Better.
— How did it happen to you?
- And I wanted to. Olga Nikolaevna told me that I wanted to, so I wanted to achieve it.
- And did you achieve it?
— Achieved.
But it must have been hard for you at first, right?
“At first it was difficult, but now it’s very easy.
- You see, Shishkin! Take an example from Maleev. At first it will be difficult, and then, when you overcome the difficulty, it will be easy. So get down to business and you'll be fine.
"All right," said Shishkin, "I'll try."
“Yeah, there’s nothing to try. We must immediately take, and the matter is over.
"Well, I'll try," replied Shishkin.
- It's like trying, - said Igor Alexandrovich. - So it's clear that you have no willpower. What are you afraid of? You have comrades. Won't they help you? Are you, Maleev, a friend of Shishkin?
“Yes,” I say.
- Well, so help him catch up in the Russian language. He launched this subject very much, and he alone cannot cope.
“I can do this,” I say, “because I myself was lagging behind and now I know from what end it is necessary to take up this matter.
- Exactly! So, will you try? Igor Alexandrovich smiled.
“No,” I say, “and I won’t try. I'll start working on it right away.
- Good. I like that,” said Igor Alexandrovich. “Do you have any social work?”
“No,” I say.
“That will be your social work for the first time. I consulted with Olga Nikolaevna, and she said that you would be able to help Shishkin. If you can help yourself, then you can help others. Just take this matter seriously.
"I'll be serious," I replied.
- Make sure that he completes all the tasks on his own, on time, so that he brings everything to the end. You don't have to do anything for him. That would be bad help on your part. When he learns to work on his own, he will have willpower and he will no longer need your help. Do you understand this?
“Understood,” I said.
- And you, Shishkin, remember that all people should work honestly.
“But I’m not working yet… I’m not working,” Shishkin murmured.
How are you not working so hard? Isn't learning work? Studying for you is the real work. Adults work in plants and factories, on collective farms and state farms, build power plants, connect rivers and seas with canals, irrigate deserts, and plant forests. You see how much there is to do!.. And children study in schools in order to become educated in the future and, in turn, bring as much benefit to our Motherland as possible. Don't you want to benefit the Motherland?
- Here you see! But maybe you think it's enough to just say "I want"? You have to be persistent, stubborn, without perseverance you will not achieve anything.
“I will be stubborn now.
"That's good," said Igor Aleksandrovich. "We must be honest." And are you honest? You deceived your mother, you deceived your teacher, you deceived your comrades.
- I'll be honest now.
- Try, - said Igor Alexandrovich. - But that's not all. We must love our comrades.
— Don't I love them? Shishkin was surprised.
- Where do you love! Threw them all and decided to do without them. Is this love?
But I did miss them! Shishkin exclaimed almost with tears in his eyes.
- Well, it’s good that at least you missed it, but it will be even better if you feel that you can’t live without comrades, so that it doesn’t even occur to you to leave them.
“I will love more,” said Shishkin.
- What did you do, my dear, until you went to school? Igor Aleksandrovich asked him.
- And how did that dog in the circus count?
Igor Alexandrovich laughed:
That dog couldn't count at all. She was taught only to bark and stop on a signal. When the dog barks as many times as necessary, the trainer gives it a signal that is invisible to the public, and the dog stops barking, and it seems to the public that the dog itself barks as much as necessary.
What signal does the trainer give? Kostya asked.
“Well, he subtly nods his head, or waves his hand, or quietly snaps his fingers.
“But our Lobzik sometimes counts correctly without a signal,” said Kostya.
"Dogs are very observant," said Igor Alexandrovich. But since your body movements are very elusive, he often makes mistakes. In order for him to bark correctly, accustom him to some specific signal, for example snap your fingers.
"I'll take care of it," Kostya said. - Only I will first catch up in the Russian language, and then I will teach Lobzik.
— That's right! And when we have an evening at school, you can perform with your trained dog.
We were so afraid that Igor Alexandrovich would come up with some kind of punishment for us, but he apparently did not intend to punish us, but only wanted to explain to us that we need to study better.
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The next day I went to Shishkin's to find out how to feed the hedgehog, because the hedgehog changed his mind about going into hibernation. At night he woke up and began to wander around the room, rustling some papers and not letting anyone sleep. When I arrived, I saw that Shishkin was lying on the floor in the middle of the room, his legs were up, and he had a suitcase in his hands.
- Why are you lying on the floor? I ask.
“It was I who decided to become a tightrope walker,” he says. Now I'm going to turn the suitcase with my feet.
He lifted the suitcase with his hands and tried to catch it with his legs, but he could not do it.
- I would, - he says, - just pick it up with my feet. Come on, help me, take the suitcase and put it on my feet.
I took the suitcase and put it on his feet. For some time he kept it on outstretched legs, then began to slowly turn, but then the suitcase slipped and flew to the floor.
“No,” said Shishkin, “nothing will come of it!” You have to take off your shoes, otherwise the shoes are too slippery.
He took off his shoes, lay back on his back, and lifted his legs up. I put the suitcase on his feet again.
"Now," said Kostya, "it's a completely different matter!" He again began to try to turn it around with his feet, but then the suitcase flew down again and hit him painfully on the stomach.
Shishkin clutched his stomach and groaned.
- Oh oh! - He speaks. - So you can kill yourself! This suitcase is too heavy. I'd rather twirl something else, it's easier.
We began to look for something else, easier. They didn't find anything. Then he took a pillow off the sofa, rolled it up like a pipe, and tied it tighter with a rope, like an amateur sausage.
- Well, - he says, - the pillow is soft, if it falls, it will not hurt,
He lay down on the floor again, and I put this "sausage" on his feet. He tried to turn it again, but it still didn't work.
“No,” he said, “I'd rather learn how to catch it with my feet first, like that equilibrist in the circus. You throw it from afar, and I will pick it up on my feet.
I took a pillow, stepped aside - and how I will throw it! The pillow flew, but did not hit his legs, but hit his head.
- Oh, you slob! shouted Shishkin. - Can't you see where you're throwing it? Get on your feet!
Then I took a pillow and threw it on his feet. Kostya kicked his legs, but still couldn't hold her back. So I threw the pillow twenty times, and he managed once to catch it with his feet and hold it.
- Did you see it? he shouted. - Just like a real circus performer did!
I also decided to try, lay on my back and began to catch the pillow with my feet. But I never managed to catch her. Finally, I got exhausted. My back ached, as if someone had ridden me.
“Well, okay,” Shishkin says, “enough exercises with a pillow for today. Let's practice with chairs.
He sat down on a chair and gradually began to tilt it back so that it stood on only two hind legs. So he tilted it, tilted it, finally the chair overturned, Shishkin flew to the floor and hurt himself painfully. Then I began to try to see if something would work for me. But the same thing happened to me: I flew along with the chair to the floor and stuffed a bump on the back of my head.
“It’s still too early for us to do such exercises,” said Kostya. Let's learn to juggle.
What are we going to juggle with?
- And with plates, like jugglers in a circus. He reached into the cupboard and took out two plates.
“Here,” he says, “you throw it to me, and I to you.” As soon as I throw my plate, you immediately throw yours to me, and catch mine, and I will catch yours.
“Wait,” I say, “we’ll break the plates right away, and nothing will come of it.”
“It's true,” he says. - Let's do this: first we will juggle with one plate. When we learn how to catch one properly, we will start with two, then three, then four, and so we will go like real jugglers.
We started throwing one plate and immediately smashed it. Then they took another and also broke it.
"No, that's no good," said Shishkin. - So we will kill all the dishes, and nothing will come of it. We need to get something iron.
He found a small enamel basin in the kitchen. We began to juggle this basin, but accidentally hit the window. It’s also good that we didn’t drop the glass at all - it only got a crack on it.
- That's such a nuisance! Kostya says. - We have to think of something.
Maybe cover the crack with paper? I suggested.
No, it will get worse. Let's do this: take out the glass in the corridor and insert it here, and insert this glass in the corridor. No one there will notice that it is cracked.
We tore off the putty from the window and began to pull out the cracked glass. The crack widened and the glass broke into two pieces.
“Nothing,” says Shishkin. - In the corridor there can be glass from two halves,
Then we went and took out the glass from the window in the corridor, but this glass turned out to be a little larger and did not fit into the window frame in the room.
"We must cut it," said Shishkin. “Do you know if any of the guys have a diamond?” I say:
- Vasya Erokhin has, it seems. We went to Vasya Erokhin, took a diamond from him, returned back and began to look for glass, which was nowhere to be found.
- Well, - grumbled Shishkin, - now the glass is lost!
Then he stepped on the glass, which lay on the floor. The glass cracked like that.
- What kind of fool put the glass on the floor? shouted Shishkin.
- Who laid it down? You did it, I say.
— Aren't you?
“No,” I say, “I didn’t touch him. You shouldn't have put it on the floor, because it's not visible on the floor and it's easy to step on it.
Why didn't you tell me this right away?
“I didn’t realize then.
“Because of your incompetence, now I will be scolded by my mother!” So what's now? The glass broke into five pieces. It would be better if we glue it together and put it back into the corridor, and then we put in what we had before – after all, there will be fewer pieces.
We began to insert glass from pieces in the corridor, but the pieces did not hold. We tried to glue them, but it was cold, and the glue did not harden. Then we threw it away and began to insert glass in a room of two pieces, but Shishkin dropped one piece on the floor, and it shattered. Just at that time, my mother returned from work, Shishkin began to tell her what happened here.
"You're worse than a little one!" mother said. It's scary to leave you alone at home! Look, you'll do something!
“I’ll put it in, you’ll see,” Shishkin said. I will make everything from pieces.
- What else was missing! From pieces! We'll have to call the glazier. And what are these fragments?
“I broke the plate,” Shishkin replied.
- Ltd! Mom just said. She closed her eyes and put both hands to her temples, as if she suddenly had a headache.
“Put it away now—and march to practice!” Lessons I suppose and did not think to teach! she screamed.
Kostya and I collected the pieces from the floor and took them to the dustbin.
“Your mother is kind, after all,” I said to Kostya. - If I did this at home, then the conversation would be for the whole day.
Don't worry, there will be more talk. Just wait, Aunt Zina will come soon, she will soap my head. You will also get.
I did not wait for the arrival of Aunt Zina and quickly went home.
The next day, I met Shishkin on the street in the morning, and he said that he would not go to school, but would go to the outpatient clinic, because it seemed to him that he was ill. I went to school and when
Olga Nikolaevna asked why Shishkin was not there, I said that he probably wouldn’t come today, since I met him on the street and he said that he was going to the outpatient clinic.
“See him after school,” said Olga Nikolaevna.
On this day we had a dictation. After school, I did my homework first, and then went to Shishkin. His mother has already returned from work. Shishkin saw me and began to make some signs: press his finger to his lips, shake his head. I realized that I needed to be silent about something, and went out with him into the corridor.
"Don't tell your mother I wasn't at school today," he said.
- Why weren't you? What did they tell you at the dispensary?
- They didn't say anything.
- Why?
- Yes, there is some kind of heartless doctor. I tell him that I'm sick, and he says: "No, you're healthy." I say: “Today I sneezed so much that my head almost came off,” and he says: “Sneeze and stop.”
"Maybe you weren't really sick, were you?"
“Yes, of course it wasn’t.
Why did you go to the outpatient clinic?
- Well, in the morning I told my mother that I was sick, and she says:
“If you are sick, then go to the outpatient clinic, and I will no longer write notes to you at school, you have already missed so much.”
“Why did you tell your mother that you were sick, if you weren’t sick at all?”
- Well, how do you not understand? After all, Olga Nikolaevna said that today there would be a dictation. Why am I going? I'm very interested in getting a deuce again!
- What are you going to do now? After all, tomorrow Olga Nikolaevna will ask why you didn’t come to school.
- I don't know what to do! I probably won’t go to school tomorrow, but if Olga Nikolaevna asks, then tell me that I’m sick.
“Listen,” I say, “this is stupid. You'd better confess to your mother and ask her to write a note.
- Well, I don’t know ... Mom said that she wouldn’t write any more notes so that I wouldn’t get used to skipping.
- Well, - I say, - if such a case happened. You will not go tomorrow and the day after tomorrow - what will happen? Tell your mom, she'll understand.
- Well, I'll tell you if I have the courage.
The next day, Shishkin did not come to school again, and I realized that he did not have the courage to confess to his mother.
Olga Nikolaevna asked me about Shishkin, I said that he was ill, and when she asked what he was ill with, I thought he had the flu.
This is how, by the grace of Shishkin, I became a deceiver. But I couldn't snitch on him if he asked me not to tell anyone!
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