Gevorgyan Narek There was once a penguin in Antarctica. What was his name? And his name was Pin Gwin. He decided one day to breathe in the frosty air. I dressed warmly and left. Yes, he just slipped on the ice - and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And then he was just walking past ... Santa Claus was walking past, he saw Pin Gwin's protruding legs and thought: maybe this toy fell out of his gift bag? Threw > in a bag and rolled on a sleigh further. Santa Claus on New Year gave > to a little girl Marina, who dreamed of a penguin. She put next to >, played with it and fell asleep. While she was sleeping, Pin Guinenock melted. Marina woke up in the morning from the noise in the room and was pleasantly surprised: in front of her stood a cheerful and funny Pin Gvinenok. It was the most amazing new year gift. They became so friendly that Ping Guinen didn't want to return to Antarctica. into the sack and rode further on the sleigh. Santa Claus gave a New Year's gift > to a little girl Marina, who dreamed of a penguin. She put next to >, played with it and fell asleep. While she was sleeping, Pin Guinenock melted. Marina woke up in the morning from the noise in the room and was pleasantly surprised: in front of her stood a cheerful and funny Pin Gvinenok. It was the most amazing Christmas present. They became so friendly that Ping Guinen didn't want to go back to Antarctica."> 
Stepanyan Vardan There was once a penguin in Antarctica. What was his name? They didn't call at all. He decided one day to breathe in the frosty air. I dressed warmly and left. Yes, he just slipped on the ice - and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then she was walking past ... His mother was walking past. Barely, his mother pulled him out of the snowdrift. But he was disobedient. And the next day he wanted to fly. He stood up and began to flap his wings. He waved and waved, but nothing worked. And then he decided to climb a high mountain and try there. And so he did. He climbed the mountain and began to flap his wings. Since he again did not succeed, he took it and jumped down from the mountain. The poor penguin fell and broke his leg. At the hospital, the mother of the penguin said that penguins don't fly, but wings are for swimming. The penguin smiled and promised his mother to be obedient. And from that day on, my mother called him Dunno.
Ayvazyan Venus Once upon a time there was a little penguin in Antarctica. And his name was Pin Gwin. He was good, cheerful, liked to play a lot and ride down the hill. But he was alone. He decided one day to breathe in the frosty air. I dressed warmly and left. Yes, he just slipped on the ice - and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then a dog walked by. The dog was completely white and fluffy, like snow. She helped Pin Gwin get out of the snowdrift. And they became friends with him. Brought Ping Gwin and brought him home. But the dog had an owner. The owner, when he found them, was very happy and fell in love with Pin Gwin very much. They became friends and every time the dog and his owner came to visit him in Antarctica, they made sure to visit Pin Gwin. Ping Gwin was very glad that he had such good and faithful friends.
Khachanyan Mariam There was once a penguin in Antarctica. What was his name? And his name was Maki the Penguin. He decided one day to breathe in the frosty air. I dressed warmly and left. Yes, he just slipped on the ice - and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then he was walking past ... Another penguin was walking past. He saw Maki and helped him out of the snowdrift. Maki began to be friends with him. After they met, they began to look for Maki's friends and parents together. His new friend knew where they were born Maki and took them to them. When he saw his parents and friends, he was very happy. He introduced a new friend to his parents. They thanked the little penguin for returning their son to them. They lived happily and Maki never left his parents again.
Petrosyan Hasmik There was once a penguin in Antarctica. What was his name? And his name was Pin Gwin. He decided one day to breathe in the frosty air. I dressed warmly and left. Yes, he just slipped on the ice - and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then she was walking past ... His mother was walking past. She pulled a penguin out of a snowdrift, laid it on her tummy and began to roll it on the ice like a ball. And then his children also inherited these bizarre games. They were passed down from generation to generation to amaze people.
Andrey USACHEV
WHAT SUPPORTS THE EARTH?
A long, long time ago, the Earth stood on the shell of a giant tortoise. This turtle lay on the backs of three Elephants. And the Elephants stood on three Whales floating in the World Ocean… And they kept the Earth like that for millions of years. But once learned sages came to the edge of the Earth, looked down and even gasped.
“Is it really,” they gasped, “our world is so unstable that the Earth can fly into hell at any moment ?!
- Hey Turtle! one of them shouted. “Isn’t it hard for you to keep our Earth?”
“The earth is not a fluff,” answered the Turtle. And it gets harder every year. But do not worry: as long as the Turtles are alive, the Earth will not fall!
- Hey, Elephants! shouted another sage. — Aren't you tired of keeping the Earth with the Turtle?
"Don't worry," the Elephants replied. We love people and the Earth. And we promise you: as long as the Elephants are alive, it will not fall!
- Hey Kitty! shouted the third sage. - How long can you hold the Earth with the Turtle and the Elephants to boot?
“We have held the earth for millions of years,” answered the Whales. - And we give you our word of honor: as long as the Whales are alive, the Earth will not fall!
This is how the Whales, the Elephants and the Turtle answered the people. But the learned sages did not believe them: “But what,” they were afraid, “if the Whales get tired of holding us? What if the Elephants want to go to the circus? And if the Turtle catches a cold and sneezes? .. "
- Until it's too late, - the wise men decided, - we must save the Earth.
- With iron nails you need to nail it to the Turtle shell! one suggested.
- And chain the Elephants to it with golden chains! added the second.
- And tie with sea ropes to the whales! added a third.
- We will save humanity and the Earth! all three shouted.
And then the Earth shook.
- Honestly, whales are stronger than sea ropes! - the Whales said in anger and, striking their tails in unison, swam into the ocean.
- The word of honor of the Elephants is stronger than golden chains! - the angry Elephants trumpeted and went into the jungle.
- Honestly, Turtles are harder than iron nails! - the Turtle was offended and dived into the depths.
- Wait! the wise men shouted. - We believe you!
But it was too late: the Earth swayed and hung ...
The wise men closed their eyes in horror and waited…
A minute has passed. Two. Three…
And the earth is hanging! The hour has passed. Day. Year…
And she's holding on!
And a thousand years have passed. And a million...
But the Earth does not fall!
And some wise men are still waiting for it to fall.
And they can’t understand in any way - what is it based on?
So much time has passed, but they are still unaware that if the Earth is supported by anything else, then ONLY ON HONOR!
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Drawn by A. LEBEDEV
Tigran PETROV
LIVE!
I once thought about life on Earth. He closed his eyes and began to imagine what a whale and a microbe would look like next to each other. I introduced the whale right away, but things went worse with the microbe. As soon as I imagined it, the whale released a fountain and washed away my microbe, and I had to imagine another. I was so tired of this that instead of a microbe with a whale, I imagined an alien. He turned out to be small, with a triple nose and for some reason gnawed seeds. And as soon as he introduced himself, he immediately jumped up to me and shook my hand cordially:
- Very, very flattered and happy to greet a great people in your face!
I did not understand anything.
- Oh, well, what is there incomprehensible! he exclaimed. - Here, for example, seeds (help yourself, my dear). In each of them is hidden a hefty sunflower. That is, if you plant a seed, then the whole sunflower will gradually come out of it, right? And in the end it turns out that this big sunflower is just full of seeds! And in each seed, a green giant is also hidden! And each big man's head is also stuffed with seeds! This means that thousands, millions of plants sleep in each seed! So gnaw them quickly, otherwise the sunflowers will suffocate you.
And he began to husk these very seeds with a machine-gun crack. He apparently forgot about me.
“Still, I don’t understand…” I began.
- It is not clear why in your person I greet the whole people? But, my dear, why are you worse than a sunflower? You will have… mmm… twelve children. And each of them will have five to ten children, and one even fifteen, and all the boys ... charming tomboys ... every one of them looks like you ... So consider how long it will take you alone to turn into a whole nation.
“Nothing like that,” I protested. “I won’t have children at all. I can't raise children. Especially when you multiply twelve by fifteen!
- Shh, don't say that! He even blushed with excitement. “You just don’t understand what a miracle this life is on your planet. Oh, if I could, like you, have a bunch of kids! I would gladly give all my immortality for it! Then I would think: my children are me, but now I have several faces and several lives. I am growing, I am growing! I fill the whole Earth with me!
- What for? I was surprised.
- To not be able to destroy me. To make my life last forever. To not be afraid to die.
“You are strange,” I said. - Either - "I will give immortality", then - "it's terrible to die" ...
“Nothing strange,” he said. “If I am immortal, then I will remain forever like that - small, blue and three-nosed. I want to become beautiful, like... a human being! Well, at least like a swan or a horse. And for this, you will have to be born again many, many times in children and grandchildren, in order to change at least a little bit for the better each time. 
- And why do you think that you will change for the better? I asked sarcastically. - Maybe it’s quite the opposite - four noses will grow instead of three?
- Never! the stranger said. “That which is not useful in life will never grow. This is the law of nature. On the contrary, everything superfluous gradually dies off. Instead of three noses, there will be one! one one!
He even laughed with joy.
“Sometimes one nose is worth three,” I said.
- Nonsense! he cried. “Do not forget about another law: the better a living body is adapted to life, the more beautiful it is. What is beauty? This is when everything is proportionate, nothing superfluous. And the benefit? The same. Look at the beautiful body of the fish. Narrow, flexible, smooth! Such a body easily cuts through the water, the fish swims faster, which means that it is better to get away from danger, save life more reliably. Wonderful, strange life!
- How so? - I said. - It turns out that you need to live in order to live life? So life is a vicious circle?
“Not a circle, my dear, but an endless spiral,” the stranger corrected. - The spiral also describes circles, but each new turn does not 
repeats the previous one. Morning, noon, evening, night and again morning - that's a full turn of the spiral, a full cycle. "Cyclus" is, by the way, a circle, a coil in Latin. Spring, summer, autumn, winter - another cycle, more ... Oh, damn you, you got me empty again! You gnaw and gnaw, and no pleasure ...
“That’s because the seeds are running out,” I said. - There is such a law of nature: the last seeds are always the worst.
- Ah well! he was offended. - You came up with three noses for me, but did you regret the good seeds? Well, goodbye then!
And disappeared. And I began to think: how can these small cycles “day-night” fit into the large cycles “winter-summer”? And if you measure time not in years, but in centuries? Or millennia? Wow, and a huge spiral will turn out!
And I tried to draw it. And the way the little spirals of days and years twist in it. I am attaching this drawing.
And then I thought that it was not for nothing that in verses spring is always a “beautiful girl”, and winter is an “old woman”. Childhood, youth, maturity, old age - this is also a cycle of life, isn't it? Does this mean there will be new life after death?
Guys! So I will never die!?
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Drawn by N. KUDRYAVTSEVA
Mikhail BEZRODNY
Who
at least once
hear the echo
the present desires
must definitely go
in the Himalayas
ai,
- ah…
But it should not
(Strictly we warn you!)
trust your secrets
Himalayas,
Ayam,
- ahm...
HONEST AND OBEDIENT SERVANT
One landowner - an empty and worthless man - let his entire estate go to the wind. But he believed that although he had become poor, it was not fitting for him to live without a servant. One day a guy came to hire him. The landowner says to him:
- I need an honest and obedient servant. To always tell the truth and to fulfill all my orders exactly.
“You won’t find a more honest and obedient servant,” the boy answers him.
Once noble guests came to the landowner. He shouts to the servant:
- Hey, you! Bring us a tablecloth of thin Dutch linen to set the table!
“But we don’t have it,” the servant answers.
He remembered that his master had told him to always tell the truth. The landowner called the servant aside and whispered to him:
- You fool! It was necessary to say: "She gets wet in the tub with linen."
The landowner decided to show himself as a hospitable host in front of the guests. He called his servant and said to him:
- Hey, you! Give us cheese!
And he answers:
- He gets wet in the tub with linen.
He remembered that the landowner had ordered him to carry out all his orders exactly. The landowner got angry and whispered in the ear of the servant:
- You ouch! Should have said: "The rats ate him"
- Guilty, sir! Another time I will say so.
Then the landowner decided to show the guests that he had wine in his cellars. He called the servant and said:
- Hey, you! Bring us a bottle of wine!
And he answers:
- The rats ate her.
The landowner almost burst with anger. He dragged the servant into the kitchen, slapped him with a slap and screamed:
- Dubina! It was necessary to say: "I dropped it from the shelf, and it broke into small pieces."
- Guilty, sir! Another time I will say so.
Then the landowner wanted to show the guests that he had a full house of servants. He called the servant and said:
- Hey, you! Bring the cook here.
And he answers:
I dropped it off the shelf and it broke into small pieces.
The guests understood that the landowner was only throwing dust in his eyes. They ridiculed him and went home.
And the landowner drove that guy out of the yard and from that time on he repented to look for honest and obedient servants.
F. ZOLOTAREVSKAYA retold
WHERE THE NIGHT COME FROM
When the world was young, there was no night, and the Maue Indians never slept. But Uanyam heard that at night the poisonous surukuku snake and all its relatives: the zhararak snake, the spider, the scorpion, the centipede, took possession of it, and he said to the people of his tribe:
- I'll go get you the night.
He took with him a bow and arrows and set off.
He came to the hut to Surukuk and said to her:
"Would you trade the night for my bow and arrows?"
“Well, what do I need, son, your bow and arrows,” the surukuku answers him, “even if I don’t have hands?”
Nothing to do, Wanyam went to look for something else for the surukuku. brings a rattle and offers it:
- Here, don't you want to? I'll give you a rattle, and you can do it so that people have a night.
“Sonny,” the surukuku says, “I don’t have legs.” Put on, perhaps, this rattle on my tail ...
Still, she didn't give Wanyam the night.
Then he decided to get poison - maybe the surukuku would be tempted by him. And the truth is, when she heard about the poison, the surukuk immediately spoke in a different way:
- So be it, I'll give you the night, it hurts that I need poison.
She put the night in a basket and gave it to Wanyam.
The people of his tribe saw that he was coming out with a basket from surukuku, immediately ran to meet him and began to ask:
“Are you really bringing us the night, Wanyam?”
“I carry it, I carry it,” Wanyam answered them, “only the surukuku did not tell me to open the basket before I got home.
But Wanyam's comrades began to beg so much that in the end he opened the basket. The first night on earth fluttered out of there, and pitch darkness set in. The people of the Maue tribe were frightened and rushed to run in all directions. And Wanyam was left alone in the midst of complete darkness and shouted:
- Where is the moon, who swallowed it?
Then all the relatives of the surukuku: the zhararak snake, the scorpion and the centipede, who divided the poison among themselves, surrounded Wanyam, and someone painfully stung him in the leg. Wanyam guessed that it was the zhararaka that had stung him, and he shouted:
- I recognized you, zhararaka! Wait, my comrades will avenge me!
Wuanyam died from the bite of a zhararaki, but his friend rubbed the dead body with an infusion of medicinal leaves and revived Wanyam.
Here is the story of how Wuanyam got the night for the people of the Maue tribe.
Retold by I. CHEZHEGOVA
MATCHING SPIDER
One beautiful girl had many admirers, but neither she nor her father could choose anyone, because they were proud and demanding. Once the father said that only he would get his daughter as his wife, who would eat a whole plate of hot pepper and at the same time never take a break, never say “wow-ha!”.
Many young men tried to eat pepper, but they burned themselves and involuntarily exclaimed: “Wow-ha!”
Then the spider came and said that he would marry the girl. He sat down at the table and asked the host:
- You don't let me talk while eating, - then he took pepper in his mouth and finished the phrase, - "uh-ha"?
“No, I don’t,” replied the father of the bride.
- You can’t even ... - the spider again took pepper in his mouth, - quietly say “uh-ha”?
“No, you can’t,” said the owner.
- And you can’t say “uh-ha” loudly? asked the spider, continuing to eat the pepper.
- You can't be loud.
- Neither quickly nor slowly can you say "uh-ha"? - the spider asked swallowing pepper, and it was easy for him to eat, because he talked all the time, opened his mouth all the time and did “wow-ha!”. But the owner did not understand his tricks.
“So I don’t say “uh-ha,” said the spider, eating the rest of the pepper.
“Yes, that’s right,” agreed the father of the bride. “You ate all the pepper, Patyrinarga, and never took a break. Well done! I give you my daughter.
So the spider outwitted everyone and took a beautiful girl as his wife.
Retold by Y. ROZMAN
kauri and whale
The largest inhabitant of the ocean, except for the monster that is inaccessible to the eyes of people, which swallows the seas, makes whirlpools, destroys boats and people, is Tohora, a whale. And on earth, the most powerful living creature is the kauri, a giant tree with a straight, strong trunk and long branches that sway in the wind.
Kauri grows in the northern part of the country. Looking at this tree, you will see that it has a smooth gray bark, which is rich in amber resin. People have long been collecting resin in the forks of kauri branches, looking for old petrified resin in the ground, in those places where these trees grew and bloomed thousands of years ago.
It goes without saying that the forest giant was friends with the sea giant. One day, Tohora swam up to a wooded cape and called out to his friend Kauri.
- Come here to me! Tohora shouted. “If you stay on land, people will cut you down and make a boat out of your trunk. Trouble awaits you on land!
The kauri waved its leaf-covered arms.
“Will I really be afraid of these funny little men!” he exclaimed contemptuously. What can they do to me?
- You don't know them. Little funny men have sharp axes, they will chop you to pieces and burn you. Come to me before it's too late.
"No, Tohora," Kauri said. “If you come here to me, you will lie motionless on the ground. You will become clumsy and helpless because you are very heavy. You will not be able to move as you used to in the ocean. And if I come to you, the storm will throw me through the waves like a piece of wood. I am defenseless in the water. My leaves will fall and I will sink to the bottom, into the silent realm of Tangaroa. I will no longer see the bright sun, the warm rain will not wash my leaves, I will not be able to fight the wind with my roots firmly clinging to mother earth.
Tohora considered.
"You're right," he said at last. “But you are my friend. I want to help you. I want you to always remember me. Let's change: I will give you my skin, and you give me yours, then we will never forget each other.
Kauri readily agreed to this. He gave the bark to Tohora, and dressed himself in a smooth gray whale skin. Since then, the giant tree has as much resin as the whale has fat.
Retold by G. ANPETKOVA-SHAROVA
WHY THE BEAR HAS A SHORT TAIL
Once a kanchil was sitting in his hole and cracking nuts. Suddenly he sees: a tiger is approaching him directly.
"I'm lost," thought the little kanchil, and trembled with fear.
What was to be done? The cunning animal was not taken aback. He cracked the nut with a crack, so that the shell crunched on his teeth, and exclaimed:
- What delicious eyes these tigers have!
The tiger heard such words, and he became afraid. He stepped back, turned and walked away. He walks through the forest, and a bear meets him. Tiger asks:
- Tell me, my friend, do you know what kind of animal is sitting there in a hole and gobbles up the eyes of tigers on both cheeks?
“I don’t know,” the bear replies.
"Let's go and see," says the tiger.
And the bear answered him:
- I'm afraid.
“Nothing,” says the tiger, “let's tie our tails and go together.” If anything happens, we will not leave each other in trouble.
So they tied their tails and went to the mink of the kanchil. They go and do their best.
As soon as the kanchil saw them, he immediately realized that they were seriously scared. And he cried out in a loud voice:
“Just look at that wretched tiger!” His father was supposed to send me polar bear, and the son drags the black here! Well well!
The bear heard these words and was frightened to death.
“Well, it turns out that,” he thought, “the tiger simply deceived me. The striped one wants to pay off his father's debts and gives me to be eaten by a terrible beast.
The bear darted to one side, and the tiger to the other. The bear's tail came off. Since then, they say, all bears have short tails ...
Retold by V. OSTROVSKY
HOW THE PENGUIN BREATHE FROZEN AIR
Once upon a time there was a penguin in Antarctica. And his name was Pin Gwin. He decided one day to breathe in the frosty air. I dressed warmly and left. Yes, he just slipped on the ice - and rolled head over heels into the snow! Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. There was Ping Gwin, and Gwyn Ping became. What to do?
And then he was just walking past ... walking past that snowdrift ... in general, he was walking and walking himself ... on business, probably, he was walking ... this one, how is it? ..
Well, it is not known who went. And what happened next is also unknown. In general, the Antarctic folk tales can not be. Because fairy tales are invented by people who have been living in some locality for centuries. Only penguins live in Antarctica.
But penguins also want fairy tales. Maybe you can try to come up with something for them? Probably, it will be a short, funny and kind Antarctic PENGUIN fairy tale ...
All drawings for fairy tales were drawn by L. KHACHATRYAN
"Au-u! .. Au-u-u! .." - is heard in the forest. It means: someone is lost. You won’t start shouting: “I seem to be a little lost. If anyone hears me, please call and help me find my way." So after all, and hoarse for a short time. But all you have to do is shout "Aw!" - give a distress signal - and you will definitely be understood. And they will help. If, of course, they hear.
And if not? If you need to shout something very important to someone, and this someone is in another forest or in another city? Or even in another country. Or in general - across the ocean ...
Then the MEANS of COMMUNICATION will help you.
AU! DO YOU HEAR ME?
“We hear, we hear,” they answer you. Yes, and how not to hear when there is a telephone, a telegraph, and a radio ...
But in ancient times, there were no means of communication. And shout "Aw!" and then it was very necessary. Or send some urgent message. How did our ancestors act in such cases?
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1. Every day we learn something new. Scientifically speaking, we get information. And most of all we receive it through the eyes and ears. Therefore, messages that are transmitted from afar, we can either see or hear. |
2. Since ancient times, sound has been used to transmit signals over a distance. For example, the frequent strikes of a bell announced some kind of alarming event. And in Africa they beat special drums - tom-toms. Their fight was somewhat reminiscent of human speech. |
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3. Smoke fires also transmitted various signals. And when the North American Indians had mirrors, they began to use the reflected rays of light to transmit messages. This helped them fight the European colonialists. |
4. Communication at sea was especially necessary. Therefore, sailors came up with signal flags. And they even compiled the International Code of Signals. Now, with the help of multi-colored flags, it was possible to transmit messages from ship to ship. |
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5. But more complex messages, which were not in the International Code, had to be spelled out using the semaphore alphabet. Each position of the sailor-signalman's hands meant a certain letter or number. |
6. Optical telegraph on land was arranged according to the same principle. It was invented by the French engineer Claude Chappe in 1789. Signals were transmitted from one installation to another - over a distance of tens of kilometers. There was a telegraph line. |
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7. But all these means of communication operated only in clear weather and at a distance of direct visibility. But what to do at night? Or into the fog?.. It would be nice to use electricity! After all, it is known that a wire with current changes the position of the magnetic needle. |
8. So in 1832, a turnout telegraph appeared. The invention of our compatriot P. L. Schilling was improved for a long time. Now the individual letters of the message were transmitted over wires. The deviations of the arrow indicated the desired letter. |
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9. But such a "telegram" could not be recorded automatically. And so the American artist Samuel Morse in 1836 comes up with a new telegraph apparatus. However, years passed before people believed in the miraculous possibilities of the electric telegraph. |
10. Now any messages could be transmitted in Morse code. Combinations of just two characters - a dot and a dash - denoted all the letters of the alphabet and numbers. Morse code is still used today - 150 years after its creation! |
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11. But let's not forget about mail. After all, only short messages were usually transmitted by telegraph. But perishing letters could be write long. However, not always "write". Here is how, for example, the messages of the ancient Incas and North American Indians looked like. |
12. In ancient Greece, unusually hardy messengers, hemerodromes, served to forward letters. Some of them were able to run more than 200 kilometers in a day! But if they were messengers in Babylon, where they wrote on clay tablets, they would have had a hard time. |
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13. The delivery of letters was often the work of brave people. At the time of the development of America, there was a PONY EXPRESS postal line. Risking their lives in skirmishes with bandits and Indians, riders transported mail across the entire continent in just a week. But this is 3200 kilometers. |
14. In what ways did they forward letters! When a ship was in distress, a corked bottle with a message was thrown into the sea. Sometimes from England she sailed to Australia. The discoverer Columbus also used the "bottle" mail. True, his letter was fished out of the water after 363 years! |
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15. Pigeons "worked" as postmen. And even bees! They are very well oriented in flight and can find a dovecote or a hive located many kilometers away. But the letters have to be sent too short, similar to military encryption. |
16. Why not use the "services" of mechanical postmen? Here is pneumatic mail: a capsule with letters moves through a pipe under the influence of compressed air. By the way, at the speed of a car! True, the equipment for pneumatic mail is too bulky. |
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17. But how nice it would be to transmit a live human voice over long distances! When we speak, the air vibrates and sound waves are produced. They act on the eardrum in the ear - and we hear the sound. With the help of a horn, vibrations are sent in the right direction ... |
18. And if you extend the horn into a long pipe? Then you can easily talk through the pipe. Such a device is called an acoustic phone. It was used in the first cars. And now the "tubular" telephone is used for communication between the captain's cabin and the engine room. |
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19. And again electricity comes to the rescue. If the vibrations of the air are first turned into vibrations electric current, and then vice versa, then sound waves can be transmitted through wires. But the invention of F. Reiss was still very imperfect. |
20. American inventor G. Bell has developed a more convenient telephone. And after a while, the dialer and microphone were invented. At the international exhibition of electrical engineering in Paris in 1881, the telephone seemed like a miracle! |
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21. Electrical communications developed rapidly. Already all the continents are entangled in countless wires of telegraph and telephone lines. Moreover, they learned to transmit several messages at once over one wire - this is called multiplex communication. |
22. An undersea cable was laid along the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean with great difficulty, linking Europe and America. How many times he broke off - and do not count! But the indefatigable Cyrus Field gave the world a transatlantic connection for the first time. |
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23. Is it possible to send messages without wires at all? At first it seemed like a fantasy. But in 1887, the German physicist Hertz discovers invisible electromagnetic waves. True, in order to “catch” them, high antennas were needed, which were raised with the help of kites. |
24. Our compatriot A. S. Popov comes up with a "lightning detector" that captures electromagnetic waves from lightning discharges. He later invents the first radiotelegraph device. But the tsarist government is in no hurry to give money for important research. |
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25. But the Italian Marconi has all the conditions for work. He builds powerful radio stations for those times. And he manages to transmit signals by radio from Europe to America. Transatlantic COMMUNICATION WITHOUT WIRES established! Now there is no need for expensive thousand-kilometer cables ... |
26. In just a few decades, radio has firmly entered our lives. Television also developed rapidly. Today, people can easily not only hear, but even see what is happening anywhere in the world. These are the "miracles" satellite communications are capable of! |
Do you remember how it all started? From the battle of tom-toms and signal fires. But human thought cannot be stopped. Step by step, sometimes making mistakes and going astray, a person still finds the right solutions. And then the most fabulous dreams come true!
It's funny to remember: the first Morse telegraph transmitted signals only to ... 14 meters. And now you can send a telegram to any city, hear the voice of a distant friend on the phone, write a letter even to Australia. And space communication allows you to see how astronauts work in orbit. And even what the surface of another planet looks like! ..
For many years, humanity has been sending signals to the Universe:
AU! CAN YOU HEAR US?
And suddenly, someday we will receive an answer from an alien civilization: “We hear, we hear very well ...” And already through intergalactic communication, aliens will tell the inhabitants of the Earth their extraordinary stories.
Narrated by A. IVANOV
Portrayed by A. DUBOVIK
Rules of the game "PONY EXPRESS"
The postman, moving on the move of a chess horse, must get from St. Joseph to Sacramento, passing first Fort Laramie, and then Fort Bridger (it is not necessary to stop at them). Two Indians, moving in turn from the “parking place of the Indians” with the move of a chess bishop, seek to waylay the postman, but do not have the right to enter cities and forts.
Opponents take turns; The Pony Express starts. If the postman stands on a cell that is “shootable” by the Indians (chess elephants), or ends up in their camp, he loses. If the Indian gets "under fire" of the postman (chess horse), he is removed from the field.
The game "Pony Express" was invented and drawn by V. CHISTYAKOV
Marina MOSKVINA
TUTOR
You have no idea, - said Margarita Lukyanovna to my dad, - what low abilities your son has. He still hasn’t memorized the multiplication table, and it’s a spit in my soul that he writes “more often” with the letter “I”.
- Poor abilities, - said dad, - this is not Andryukhin's fault, but Andryukhin's trouble.
“The main thing is effort, not ability,” Margarita Lukyanovna relented. - And a conscientious attitude. So that he does not see the light of God, do you understand? And then I leave it for the second year.
All the way home, dad was overcome by black thoughts. And then they began to clean the sewer manholes in the yard. The driver got out of the emergency vehicle and, as if addressing the children of the planet, said:
- If you want to work here, study poorly. ALL were twins! - and pointed to the brigade in the hatch.
- At any cost, - the paw said sternly, - you must go from a loser to a satisfier. Here it is necessary, - he said, - to set yourself the task so that the navel crackles. And that time - phew! You look - there are no forces, and there it is time to die.
And he began to learn the multiplication table with me.
- Six six! Nine four! Five five!.. Wow! he threatened our peacefully sleeping dachshund Keith. - Lazy person! Warts only grows, does nothing. Three times three! Twice two! .. Lucy! - he shouted to his mother. - Lucy!!! I can't solve these examples. I can't solve them or remember them! Something awesome! Who needs it?! Stargazers only!
- Can we get a tutor? Mom asks. Here I shouted:
- Never!
- Hold on, Andryukha, - said dad. - One must be a philosopher and cheerfully perceive every event. I suggest tutoring a butcher or a cashier at our grocery store.
- But this is only in mathematics, Mikhail, - my mother objected, - but in Russian? How do we overcome "cha-shcha"?
"You're right," Dad agreed. - It needs a well-educated person.
We decided to consult with Margarita Lukyaiovna.
- I have in mind, - said Margarita Lukyanovna, - one, Vladimir Iosifovich. A LITERAL teacher, he has all the losers on the line.
Different people smell differently. Someone smells like a carrot, another like a tomato, the third like a turtle. Vladimir Iosifovich did not smell of anything.
He always walked around preoccupied, and he never had a blissful expression on his face. In addition, he was very concerned about his health. Every morning for five minutes he lay in an ice bath, and when I was brought to him under escort, Vladimir Iosifovich extended his icy helping hand to me.
How many legs do three cats have? he asked me from the threshold.
- Ten! - I said, remembering the testament of Margarita Lukyanovna: "The answer does not decorate the pause."
- Not enough, - Vladimir Iosifovich said dejectedly.
"Eleven," I guessed.
Vladimir Iosifovich's look became so preoccupied that if someone had swallowed it now, he would not even notice it.
“Please drink tea,” he said.
In the kitchen, in a plastic bag, he kept seasoning, there is pepper, adjika, various dry herbs - such a yellow-orange mixture. He generously sprinkled sandwiches with it - for me and my mother.
- The boy is neglected, but not lost, - said Vladimir Iosifovich, - We need to take him seriously, while he is soft as wax. Then it will harden, and it will be too late. 
Mom gratefully shook his hand - so that he sat down. Still, it's nice that your only son, in his incomplete ten years, did NOT HARDEN.
- Who do you want to be? - asked Vladimir Iosifovich, maintaining spidery seriousness.
I didn't answer. I did not tell him that I would not want to be either a stone, or an oak, or the sky, or snow, or a sparrow, or a goat, or Margarita Lukyanovna, or Vladimir Iosifovich. Only by yourself! Although I don't understand WHY I am the way I am?
- Andrey, - Vladimir Iosifovich told me, - I am a straightforward person, how do you spell "thick"? What is six multiplied by eight? You have to LOVE these words: “drive”, “tolerate”, “hate”, “depend”. Only then will you learn to CORRECTLY CHANGE them by persons and numbers! ..
And I answered:
- Let's whistle. Can you whistle the space whistle? As if not you, but someone whistles to you from space?
- Andrey, Andrey, - Vladimir Iosifovich called me, - your calligraphy is not all right. All letters at random ...
And I answered:
- Old Bill, when you eat cookies, your neck disappears completely, especially behind.
- I will fix all your disadvantages of behavior, - said Vladimir Iosifovich. - And if you make progress, I will reward you with a memorable gift.
And I answered:
- My songs are good. Some kind of melody will come, and the words will fall like peas. Listen to my song, Vladimir Iosifovich. "Shmako-calls" ...
Scammers are removed!
Field slugs!
Shmakozyavki, dig mink
Shmakozyavki, chew peels! ..
Do you want more? It's easy for me...
- Oh, don't! - said Vladimir Iosifovich.
- Can I leave early today?
- Do you have something very important?
- Yes.
- Which?
- I don't know yet.
- I have such a feeling, - said Vladimir Iosifovich, - as if I were dragging a hippo out of the swamp. It is incomprehensible to the mind, - he said, - that there are people who are not interested in the spelling of unstressed vowels! ..
And my teeth are starting to grow! That was a sign of stagnation. And now it's starting to grow! And I just feel like my hair is growing on my head! Why does a person always have to wear trousers or stand on two legs?!
“You’ve gone into yourself,” Vladimir Iosifovich shook me by the shoulder. - The process of calculation itself has become a mystery to you. Check how you spelled the word "aunt"!
- "Tsotsa" ...
- You are very careless! - said Vladimir Iosifovich.
And he didn’t even notice that a shield “Vulnerable points of the tank” was driven into the ground right in front of his window. The tank was depicted there in a section and full size, and its weak points were indicated by arrows.
We were sitting at the open window, and I asked:
- Guess what's new?
- Where?
- In the yard.
- Nothing, - answered Vladimir Iosifovich.
And we, as usual, went to the kitchen to eat sandwiches with seasoning.
It was a rare moment when we fully understood each other. Only at the meal I did not fall asleep when I saw him. And he did not offer me to reconsider my whole life in order to learn the multiplication table.
We silently chewed the seasoning, sniffing the southern herbs, yearning for the sea, and, as they say, "with all the fibers of our suitcase" both felt how good it was to goof off sometimes.
Suddenly I noticed that our seasoning was no longer orange, but gray, and shared my observation with Vladimir Iosifovich.
- It can be seen that she is damp, - he said and poured it out onto the table to dry.
And how she went to crawl!
He her - in a pile, in a pile! And she - vzh-zh-zh - in all directions.
I'm screaming
- Vladimir Iosifovich, do you have a microscope?
He says:
- There is not.
- How is it in the house, - I shout to him, - not to have a microscope?
- Why is he me? - asks.
Instead of answering, I took a magnifying glass out of my pocket - I have the keys to the apartment and the mailbox attached to the magnifying glass - and looked at the seasoning.
It was a teeming mass of some unseen transparent creatures. Moreover, each pair of claws, six pairs of legs - hairy! - and a mustache!!!
- Dear mothers ... - said Vladimir Iosifovich. - Moms are my relatives! ..
It's just awful what happened to him. The life of the microworld struck him to the very heart. He stood, wide-eyed with white eyelashes, confused, like a tank in the section ...
- Andrei! he said the next time I came to see him. He was lying on the floor, so thoughtful, in his shorts. - What would you advise me to buy first - a microscope or a telescope? ..
He learned my last song “The springs are knocking outside the window, the seagull smells of bacon” and sang it early in the morning, sitting on the windowsill and dangling his legs into the yard.
When I left, he told me:
- Don't be late next time, Andryukha! If I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting for you!
And one day he suddenly turned gloomy and asked:
- Andrew, we're not going to die?
“No,” I replied, “never.
I didn't see him again. He left our seats. It happened like this.
Early in the morning I ran to him in front of the school, called, called - does not open. And the neighbor looked out and said:
- No, don't call. Our Iosich left.
- How did you leave? - I ask.
- Barefoot. And with a cat.
- Where?
- In Russia.
A real spring wind was blowing. I run to school. And there, on the board, there was a poster: “Citizens! There is an amazing boy in your class. He writes “cha-shcha” with the letter “I”. You won't find another one this wonderful in the whole world! Let's all take an example from him!
That day I learned the whole multiplication table. Until late in the evening, like a beast, I multiplied and divided multi-digit numbers. I wrote a whole notebook with the words: “hour”, “thicket”, “square”, “happiness”! ..
I got all-all triples and brilliantly moved into the fourth grade.
“Just don’t congratulate me,” I said to my people. - Don't, don't, think about it, what's the matter ...
But they congratulated, hugged, cried and laughed, sang and gave gifts. It is a pity that Vladimir Iosifovich did not see me at this solemn moment.
And what could I give him, besides calling in the distance?
………
Drawn by V. CHUGUEVSKY
WORLD LANGUAGES
In the morning the sun rose over the mountain. Animals and birds woke up.
The rooster sang: "Koke-doodle-doo!"
And the cat meowed: "Nyan-nyan."
And the horse neighed: “Ni-ha-ha!”
And the pig grunted: "Nef-nef."
- Well, wrong! we shouted. - It should be like this: ku-ka-re-ku, meow-meow, and-go-go, oink-oink.
So it is. Yes, only the rooster sang in English, the cat meowed (that is, nanny-nanny) in Japanese, the horse neighed in Hungarian, and the pig grunted in Norwegian. And we shouted in Russian. If we had our "Wrong!" shouted in English, it would also have turned out “wrong”. Like this: It's not right.
- Don't read it right away.
- The letters are completely incomprehensible.
- Latin...
- And if in Japanese?
- Well, then at all!
Japanese doesn't even have letters. There, the words are written in separate signs - hieroglyphs.
And the word "pit" means "mountain" (Mount Fuji-yama). In Russian, YAMA you know what. You won’t fall into the Japanese PIT, on the contrary, you need to climb up all the time.
And in Bulgaria...
Very hot and thirsty.
Bulgarians: “Do you want some lemonade?”
We nod (yes, they say, we really want to).
Bulgarians: "Well, as you wish."
We: ?
And they are not greedy at all. It’s just that such a nod among the Bulgarians means “no”. So we gave up lemonade ourselves. Now, if we turned our heads from side to side, it would mean "yes." It turns out that even gestures in different languages have different meanings.
How many languages are there in the world?
Some scientists say: 3000. Others say: 5000. But no one can count for sure. Because many languages also have dialects. This is when people from different parts of the country speak a little differently. And sometimes the dialects are so different from each other that it is not easy to understand each other. So figure it out here - is it one language or several?
But languages are also "friendly" with each other. They are constantly exchanging different words. And in Russian there are many words from other languages.
School is a Greek word, tundra is Finnish, a briefcase is French, a pencil is Turkic, a hippopotamus is Jewish, candy is Italian, tea is Chinese, a kiosk is Turkish, syrup is Persian, the word “chocolate” is from the language of the ancient Aztecs.
What if someday all the languages will become so “friends” with each other that a Universal World Language will turn out? And people can easily understand each other! But even if this happens, it is still very, very far away. And I want to understand everyone in the world right now. How to be?
And at the end of the last century, one Polish doctor thought and thought ... and came up with! And what he came up with, you will find out in the next issue of the magazine.
Lyudmila PETRUSHEVSKAYA
ALL THE DUMB
A chicken was walking down the street.
He sees a worm crawling along the road.
The chicken stopped, took the worm by the collar and said:
- They are looking for him everywhere, and he is walking here! Come on, let's go soon, we have lunch now, I invite you.
And the worm says:
- I absolutely do not understand what you are saying. Your mouth is stuffed with something like that, you spit it out, and then say what you need.
But the hen really held the worm by the collar with her mouth and therefore could not speak properly. She answered:
- He is invited to visit, and he puts on airs. Come on, let's go!
But the worm clutched the ground even tighter and said:
- I still don't understand you.
At this time, a truck drove up behind and said:
- What's the matter? Clear the way.
And the stuffed chicken answers him:
- Yes, here one is sitting in the middle of the road, I drag him to leave, and he rests. Maybe you can help me?
Truck says:
- I do not understand something. I feel you are asking for something, I understood this from the expression of your voice. But I don't understand what you are asking for.
The chicken said as slowly as possible:
Please help me get this one out of the mud. He sat down in the dust here, and we are waiting for him by dinner.
The truck again did not understand anything and asked:
- Are you unwell?
The hen silently shrugged her shoulders, and the button on the collar of the worm came off.
The truck then said:
- Maybe you have a sore throat? You don't answer with your voice, just nod if yes or shake your head if no.
The chicken nodded in response, and the worm nodded too, since its collar was in the chicken's mouth. Truck asked:
- Maybe call a doctor?
The chicken shook its head violently, and because of this, the worm also shook its head very violently.
Truck said:
- Nothing, you do not be shy, I'm on wheels, I can go for a doctor - it's only two seconds. So am I going?
Here the worm began to struggle with all its might, and the chicken involuntarily nodded several times because of this.
Truck said:
- Then I went, - and in two seconds the doctor was already near the chicken.
The doctor told her:
- Say "A".
The hen said "A", but instead of "A" she got "M", because her mouth was occupied by the collar of a worm.
Doctor said:
She has severe angina. All throat blocked. Let's give her an injection now.
The hen said:
- I don't need an injection.
- What? the doctor asked. - I didn't understand. Are you asking for two shots? Let's do two now.
The hen then spat out the collar of the worm and said:
- What you all slow-witted!
The doctor truck smiled.
And the worm was already sitting at home and sewing a button to the collar.
Drawn by I. OLEYNIKOV
Hooray it's summer! Hooray, ponds, rivers, lakes and seas-oceans! You run! Jumping! Horrorho! The whole day would not get out of the water. But you get out. Then you get in. You get out again. You get in again. Oh-she-she ... Already bored? Then
PLAY WITH UNCLE NEPTUNE
King Neptune is the master of all reservoirs. He allows you to swim where the water is waist deep. When you enter the water, sit down three times and stand up. Make your palm a handful, put it on the surface of the water and ... sharply lower it down. It will turn out a small explosion-chik: bru-u-um! In water language, this means: Hello, Uncle Neptune!
Which of you wants to be Neptune's chief assistant - Prince Neptune? All? Then try to take turns trying on the royal crown. Put an inflatable rubber circle on the water, take a breath and go under the water. Try to stand up so that you put the circle on your head. The one who succeeds the first time is appointed Prince Neptune (or Princess Neptune).
Oh no no no! The royal crown is carried away by the wind. In pursuit! We stand in one line. Neptune is in command. At the expense of "one!" - inhale, "two!" - hold your breath, "three!" - we stretch our arms, push off from the bottom and slide like torpedoes. Whoever slips the farthest is appointed as a torpedo messenger.
Wow! Someone even caught up with the rubber circle - the royal crown. Hold tight! Now the circle has turned into a dolphin. You probably have other dolphins: rubber inflatable pillows, balls? Get on them and start rowing with your hands, moving forward. Those who reach the shore first are assigned as dolphin messengers.
Are you not too carried away? Don't forget about the water monsters?.. All together sit down in the water and, at the command of Neptune, jump up. Whoever jumps the highest is the lookout. Then you ask him: “Are there monsters nearby?” And he will jump out of the water, look around and answer: “No!”
And who will fight the monsters if they appear? Knightly cavalry of Neptune. We divide into two teams, then in pairs - into a rider and a horse. The riders sit on the shoulders of the horses, and the horses press their legs with their hands to themselves.
At Neptunchik's signal, "Start the tournament!" both teams agree. The rider, acting only with his hands, must throw the opponent into the water. The team with the most riders left at the end of the tournament will be Neptune's knightly cavalry. She has to fight monsters.
Before you go ashore, a handful of hands: bru-u-um! See you tomorrow, Uncle Neptune!
………
Drawn by A. ARTYUKH
Antarctic "Penguin" fairy tales. 6-1 grade students of the New School Gevorgyan Narek Once upon a time there was a penguin in Antarctica. What was his name? And his name was Pin Gwin. He decided one day to breathe in the frosty air. I dressed warmly and left. Yes, he just slipped on the ice - and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then he was walking past... Santa Claus was walking past, saw Pin Gwin's protruding legs and thought: maybe this toy fell out of his gift bag? threw<<игрушку>> in a bag and drove on a sleigh further. Santa Claus gave for the New Year<<игрушку>> little girl Marina, who dreamed of a penguin. She put beside<<игрушку > >, played with it and fell asleep. While she was sleeping, Pin Guinenock melted. Marina woke up in the morning from the noise in the room and was pleasantly surprised: in front of her stood a cheerful and funny Pin Gvinenok. It was the most amazing Christmas present. They became so friendly that Ping Guinen didn't want to return to Antarctica. Stepanyan Vardan There was once a penguin in Antarctica. What was his name? They didn't call at all. He decided one day to breathe in the frosty air. I dressed warmly and left. Yes, he just slipped on the ice - and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then she was walking past ... His mother was walking past. Barely, his mother pulled him out of the snowdrift. But he was disobedient. And the next day he wanted to fly. He stood up and began to flap his wings. He waved and waved, but nothing worked. And then he decided to climb a high mountain and try there. And so he did. He climbed the mountain and began to flap his wings. Since he again did not succeed, he took it and jumped down from the mountain. The poor penguin fell and broke his leg. At the hospital, the mother of the penguin said that penguins don't fly, but wings are for swimming. The penguin smiled and promised his mother to be obedient. And from that day on, my mother called him Dunno. Ayvazyan Venus There was once a small penguin in Antarctica. And his name was Pin Gwin. He was good, cheerful, liked to play a lot and ride down the hill. But he was alone. He decided one day to breathe in the frosty air. I dressed warmly and left. Yes, he just slipped on the ice - and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then a dog walked by. The dog was completely white and fluffy, like snow. She helped Pin Gwin get out of the snowdrift. And they became friends with him. Brought Ping Gwin and brought him home. But the dog had an owner. The owner, when he found them, was very happy and fell in love with Pin Gwin very much. They became friends and every time the dog and his owner came to visit him in Antarctica, they made sure to visit Pin Gwin. Ping Gwin was very glad that he had such good and faithful friends. Khachanyan Mariam There was once a penguin in Antarctica. What was his name? And his name was Maki the Penguin. He decided one day to breathe in the frosty air. I dressed warmly and left. Yes, he just slipped on the ice - and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then he was walking past ... Another penguin was walking past. He saw Maki and helped him out of the snowdrift. Maki began to be friends with him. After they met, they began to look for Maki's friends and parents together. His new friend knew where the Makis were born and took them to them. When he saw his parents and friends, he was very happy. He introduced a new friend to his parents. They thanked the little penguin for returning their son to them. They lived happily and Maki never left his parents again. Hasmik Petrosyan Once upon a time there was a penguin in Antarctica. What was his name? And his name was Pin Gwin. He decided one day to breathe in the frosty air. I dressed warmly and left. Yes, he just slipped on the ice - and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then she was walking past ... His mother was walking past. She pulled a penguin out of a snowdrift, laid it on her tummy and began to roll it on the ice like a ball. And then his children also inherited these bizarre games. They were passed down from generation to generation to amaze people.
The other day I found out about it .. the whole peculiar edition ..... very inadequate .... I envy those who read it in childhood ... Otherwise I’m reading it .. and I have very strange feelings about what the authors of the magazine used. ..
So I decided to post some excerpts from the magazine
Once the girls were walking past a spring puddle. Nika says:
- Do you want, Yana, I will jump over this puddle?
And ka-a-ak will jump ... Yes, right into a puddle!
What started here! Spray is flying, sparrows are screaming, Nika is laughing, Yana is squealing.
And the puddle swears:
- What a disgrace! There is no rest day or night. Either they put a car in me, or a dove will fly in to swim. The boys let the ships in, trampled all over. No sleep, no sunshine. And then some incomprehensible girls decided to jump - to disturb me, smooth.
"Sorry," Nika says. "I thought it was fun."
The puddle does not want to calm down, grumbles:
- Get out of me, incomprehensible girl, don't muddy my surface.
Here Nika was offended.
“I,” she says, “is a very understandable girl. But you, incomprehensible puddles, lay down on the road - neither pass nor jump over! ..
Yana runs around the puddle, standing up for her girlfriend.
- You, - he says, - a puddle, you will soon dry up, one asphalt will remain. We will draw a city on this asphalt with chalk.
Nika came out of the puddle, ran home for chalk. The girls sat by the puddle. Watching...
- Why are you sitting here? - the puddle is worried.
- Yes, - the girls say, and they themselves circle the puddle with chalk. - We are waiting for you to dry. We will then draw the city here.
- And I'll take it and not dry up! - says the puddle.
- Dry up.
- I will not dry, it will rain.
- And then you're dry.
- But no!
- And yes!
The mothers of the girls heard here and took them home - to have dinner and sleep.
The next morning Nika went out into the yard, and the puddle screamed at her:
- And I'm not dry!
And since Nika or Yana walk past the puddle, she keeps repeating to herself:
- I'm not dry.
And a day later:
- Not dry!
And a week later:
- Not dry, not dry...
It was such a bad mess.
Until it's dry.
INITIAL PART OF THE AIRWAY
or the human nose as such.
I have been studying the nose since childhood, - Seva Ivanovich admitted at the symposium, - until I developed the theory of public nose use in conditions of close collectivism. The fact is that there are 5.5 billion noses on the globe, that is, 11 billion nostrils. If all the inhabitants of the planet line up in a column of a thousand people and, on command, blow at least one nostril at once, then a wind of crazy strength will rise. As a result, the Earth will become controllable and, like a rocket, will dart through space. Want, for example, someone scrambled eggs, and we immediately fly up closer to the Sun. It will be a terrible heat, and you will get a great scrambled egg. Even without a frying pan! And then someone will want a cold lemonade, and we will move away from the Sun. A terrible cold will come on Earth, and the lemonade will immediately cool down. And no refrigerator.
In this regard, I make an appeal: let people leave their left nostril for their needs, and give the right one to the service of all mankind!
Electricity with sparkling water
POEMS
ABOUT ANY THREADS
Thread and thread
And nat, and thread,
And threads, threads, threads, threads,
thread-thread-thread-thread-
thread thread
Don't pull.
Don't pull.
POEMS ABOUT SLEEP AND THE SUN
Dream, dream...
Sun, sun...
dream sun,
Sun, sleep
And the sun is not a dream
And the sun -
The sun.
POEMS JUST ABOUT AIR
Sea and sea.
Sea.
And so are we
We, too;
A drop in the sea,
And so are we
Like
Drops in the sea.
Notice all this was children's magazine))) In general, if you liked it, I can post more
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