Zhitkov help goes to read online. Book: Boris Zhitkov "Help is Coming"

07.06.2020

The collection of works by the famous children's writer includes stories from the cycles "What I saw", "What happened", fairy tales, stories about animals. "What I saw" - a fascinating story-encyclopedia, "full of extraordinary events, vivid impressions, unforgettable meetings", will help the child to know the world. After all, the story of this wonderful world leads the same Pochemuchka, which is the attentive listener himself. For elementary school age. Boris Zhitkov. "What I saw." Stories and fairy tales. Publishing house "Veselka". Kiev. 1988.

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Fire

Petya lived with his mother and sisters on the top floor, and the teacher lived on the bottom floor. That time my mother went to swim with the girls. And Petya was left alone to guard the apartment.

When everyone left, Petya began to try his homemade cannon. She was from an iron tube. Petya filled the middle with gunpowder, and there was a hole in the back to light the gunpowder. But no matter how hard Petya tried, he could not set it on fire in any way. Petya was very angry. He went into the kitchen. He put chips into the stove, poured them with kerosene, put a cannon on top and lit it: “Now it will probably shoot!”

The fire flared up, buzzed in the stove - and suddenly, how a shot would bang! Yes, such that all the fire was thrown out of the stove.

Petya got scared and ran out of the house. Nobody was at home, nobody heard anything. Petya ran away. He thought that maybe everything would go out on its own. And nothing faded. And it flared up even more.

The teacher was walking home and saw smoke coming from the upper windows. He ran to the post, where a button was made behind the glass. This is a call to the fire department.

The teacher broke the glass and pressed the button.

The fire brigade rang. They quickly rushed to their fire trucks and rushed at full speed. They drove up to the pole, and there the teacher showed them where the fire was burning. The firefighters had a pump on the car. The pump began to pump water, and firefighters began to fill the fire with water from rubber pipes. Firefighters put ladders to the windows and climbed into the house to find out if there were people left in the house. There was no one in the house. The firemen began to take things out.

Petya's mother came running when the whole apartment was already on fire. The policeman did not let anyone close, so as not to interfere with the firefighters. The most necessary things did not have time to burn down, and the firemen brought them to Petya's mother.

And Petya's mother kept crying and saying that, probably, Petya burned down, because he was nowhere to be seen.

And Petya was ashamed, and he was afraid to approach his mother. The boys saw him and forcibly brought him.

The firefighters put out the fire so well that nothing on the lower floor burned down. The firefighters got into their cars and drove away. And the teacher let Petya's mother live with him until the house was repaired.

On an ice floe

In winter, the sea is frozen. The fishermen of the collective farm gathered on the ice to fish. We took the nets and rode on a sledge on the ice. Andrey the fisherman also went, and with him his son Volodya. We went far, far away. And wherever you look, everything is ice and ice: the sea is so frozen. Andrei and his comrades drove the farthest. They made holes in the ice and began to launch nets through them. The day was sunny and everyone had fun. Volodya helped untangle the fish from the nets and was very happy that a lot was being caught.

Already large heaps of frozen fish lay on the ice. Volodin's father said:

"That's enough, it's time to go home."

But everyone began to ask to stay overnight and catch again in the morning. In the evening they ate, wrapped themselves more tightly in sheepskin coats, and went to bed in the sleigh. Volodya snuggled up to his father to keep him warm, and fell asleep soundly.

Suddenly at night the father jumped up and shouted:

Comrades, get up! Look, what a wind! There would be no trouble!

Everyone jumped up and ran.

- Why are we rocking? Volodya shouted.

And the father shouted:

- Trouble! We were torn off and carried on an ice floe into the sea.

All the fishermen ran on the ice floe and shouted:

- Tore off, tore off!

And someone shouted:

- Gone!

Volodya cried. During the day, the wind became even stronger, the waves splashed on the ice floe, and all around was only the sea. Papa Volodin tied a mast out of two poles, tied a red shirt at the end and set it up like a flag. Everyone looked to see if there was a steamer anywhere. From fear, no one wanted to eat or drink. And Volodya lay in the sleigh and looked into the sky: if the sun would peep. And suddenly, in a clearing between the clouds, Volodya saw a plane and shouted:

- Airplane! Airplane!

Everyone started shouting and waving their hats. A bag fell off the plane. It contained food and a note: “Hold on! Help is coming! An hour later, a steamboat arrived and reloaded people, sledges, horses and fish. It was the head of the port who found out that eight fishermen were carried away on the ice floe. He sent a ship and a plane to help them. The pilot found the fishermen and on the radio told the captain of the ship where to go.

collapse

The girl Valya was eating fish and suddenly choked on a bone. Mom screamed:

- Eat the peel soon!

But nothing helped. Tears flowed from Vali's eyes. She could not speak, but only wheezed, waving her arms.

Mom got scared and ran to call the doctor. And the doctor lived forty kilometers away. Mom told him on the phone to come as soon as possible.

The doctor immediately gathered his tweezers, got into the car and drove to Valya. The road ran along the coast. On one side there was the sea, and on the other side there were steep cliffs. The car raced at full speed.

The doctor was very afraid for Valya.

Suddenly, ahead of one rock crumbled into stones and covered the road. It became impossible to go. It was still far away. But the doctor still wanted to walk.

Suddenly a horn sounded from behind. The driver looked back and said:

“Wait, doctor, help is coming!”

And it was a truck in a hurry. He drove up to the rubble. People jumped out of the truck. They removed the pump machine and rubber pipes from the truck and ran the pipe into the sea.

The pump worked. He sucked water from the sea through a pipe, and then drove it into another pipe. From this pipe, water flew out with terrible force. It flew out with such force that people could not hold the end of the pipe: it shook and thrashed so. It was screwed to an iron stand and the water was directed straight at the collapse. It turned out as if they were shooting water from a cannon. The water hit the landslide so hard that it knocked clay and stones and carried them into the sea.

The entire collapse was washed away by water from the road.

- Hurry, let's go! the doctor shouted to the driver.

The driver started the car. The doctor came to Valya, took out his tweezers and removed a bone from his throat.

And then he sat down and told Valya how the road had blocked up and how the hydroram pump had washed away the landslide.

How one boy drowned

One boy went fishing. He was eight years old. He saw logs on the water and thought it was a raft: they lay so tightly one to the other. “I’ll sit on a raft,” the boy thought, “and from the raft you can cast a fishing rod far!”

The postman walked by and saw that the boy was walking towards the water.

The boy took two steps along the logs, the logs parted, and the boy could not resist, fell into the water between the logs. And the logs converged again and closed over him like a ceiling.

The postman grabbed his bag and ran with all his might to the shore.

He kept looking at the place where the boy had fallen, so that he knew where to look.

I saw that the postman was running headlong, and I remembered that the boy was walking, and I see that he was gone.

At the same moment I set off to where the postman was running. The postman stood at the very water's edge and pointed in one place with his finger.

He did not take his eyes off the logs. And he just said:

- Here he is!

I took the postman by the hand, lay down on the logs and put my hand where the postman was pointing. And just there, under the water, small fingers began to grab me. The boy couldn't get out. He banged his head on the logs and looked for help with his hands. I grabbed his hand and shouted to the postman:

We got the boy out. He almost choked. We began to shake him up, and he came to his senses. And as soon as he came to, he roared.

The postman raised his fishing rod and said:

- Here is your rod. What are you crying for? You are on the coast. Here is the sun!

- Well, yes, but where is my cap?

The postman waved his hand.

- Why are you shedding tears? And so wet ... And without a cap, your mother will be delighted with you. Run home.

And the boy was standing.

“Well, find him a cap,” said the postman, “but I have to go.”

I took a fishing rod from the boy and began to fumble under the water. Suddenly something caught on, I took it out, it was a bast shoe.

I fiddled around for a long time. Finally pulled out some rag. The boy immediately recognized that it was a cap. We squeezed the water out of it. The boy laughed and said:

- Nothing, it will dry on your head!

Smoke

Nobody believes it. And the firemen say:

“Smoke is worse than fire. A person runs away from fire, but is not afraid of smoke and climbs into it. And there it suffocates. And one more thing: nothing is visible in the smoke. It is not clear where to run, where are the doors, where are the windows. Smoke eats eyes, bites in the throat, stings in the nose.

And firefighters put masks on their faces, and air enters the mask through a tube. In such a mask, you can be in smoke for a long time, but you still can’t see anything.

And once firefighters extinguished the house. Residents ran out into the street.

The chief fireman called out:

- Well, count, is it all?

One tenant was missing. And the man shouted:

- Our Petka stayed in the room!

The senior firefighter sent a man in a mask to find Petka. The man entered the room.

There was no fire in the room yet, but it was full of smoke.

The masked man searched the whole room, all the walls and shouted with all his might through the mask:

- Petka, Petka! Come out, you'll burn! Give voice.

But no one answered.

The man heard that the roof was falling, got scared and left.

Then the head fireman got angry:

- And where is Petka?

“I searched all the walls,” the man said.

- Get the mask! the elder shouted.

The man began to take off his mask. The elder sees - the ceiling is already on fire. No time to wait.

And the elder did not wait - he dipped his mitten into the bucket, stuffed it in his mouth and threw himself into the smoke.

He immediately threw himself on the floor and began to fumble. I stumbled on the sofa and thought: “Probably, he huddled there, there is less smoke.”

He reached under the sofa and felt for his legs. He grabbed them and pulled them out of the room.

He pulled the man out onto the porch. This was Petka. And the fireman stood and staggered. So the smoke caught him.

Just then the ceiling collapsed and the whole room caught fire.

Petka was taken aside and brought to his senses. He said that he hid under the sofa with fear, plugged his ears and closed his eyes. And then he doesn't remember what happened.

And the senior fireman put his mitten in his mouth in order to breathe easier through a wet rag in the smoke.

After the fire, the elder said to the fireman:

- Why did you rummage around the walls! He will not be waiting for you at the wall. If he is silent, it means that he has suffocated and is lying on the floor. I would have searched the floor and the beds, I would have found it right away.

Razinya

The girl Sasha was sent by her mother to the cooperative. Sasha took the basket and went. Her mother called after her:

“Look, don’t forget to take change.” Be careful not to take out your wallet!

So Sasha paid at the cash desk, put her wallet in the basket at the very bottom, and on top they poured potatoes into the basket. They put cabbage, onions - the basket is full. Come on, get your wallet out of there! Sasha, how cunningly came up with from thieves! I left the cooperative and then suddenly became afraid: oh, it seems that I forgot to take the change again, and the basket is heavy! Well, for one minute Sasha put the basket at the door, jumped to the checkout:

“Aunty, you don’t seem to have given me back.”

And the cashier to her from the window:

I can't remember everyone.

And in line shout:

- Don't delay!

Sasha wanted to take the basket and go home without change. Look, there is no basket. Sasha got scared! She cried and screamed at the top of her voice:

- Oh, they stole, they stole! My basket was stolen! Potatoes, cabbage!

People surrounded Sasha, gasp and scold her:

“Who leaves their things like that!” Serves you right!

And the manager jumped out into the street, took out a whistle and began to whistle: call the police. Sasha thought that now she would be taken to the police because she was open, and she roared even louder. The policeman came.

- What's the matter here? Why is the girl screaming?

Then the policeman was told how Sasha had been robbed.

Policeman says:

“Now we’ll arrange it, don’t cry.”

And he started talking on the phone.

Sasha was afraid to go home without her wallet and basket. And she was also afraid to stand there. Well, how will a policeman bring you to the police? And the policeman came and said:

- Don't go anywhere, stay here!

And then a man with a dog on a chain comes to the store. The policeman showed Sasha:

“It was stolen from her, from this girl.

Everyone parted, the man led the dog to Sasha. Sasha thought that the dog would start biting her now. But the dog only sniffed and snorted. And the policeman at that time asked Sasha where she lives. Sasha asked the policeman not to tell her mother anything. He laughed and everyone around him laughed too. And the man with the dog had already left.

The policeman also left. And Sasha was afraid to go home. She sat in a corner on the floor. Sitting - waiting for what will happen.

She sat there for a long time. Suddenly he hears - mother screams:

- Sasha, Sashenka, are you here, or what?

Sasha screams:

- Tuta! and jumped to her feet.

Mom grabbed her by the hand and brought her home.

And at home in the kitchen there is a basket with potatoes, cabbage and onions. Mom said that the dog led the man along the scent after the thief, caught up with the thief and grabbed his hand with his teeth. The thief was taken to the police, the basket was taken from him and brought to his mother. But the wallet was not found, so he disappeared with the money together.

And it didn't disappear at all! Sasha said and turned the basket over. The potatoes spilled out, and the wallet fell out of the bottom.

- That's how smart I am! Sasha says.

And her mother:

- Clever, but razin.

white house

We lived on the sea, and my dad had a good boat with sails. I knew how to walk on it perfectly - both on oars and under sails. And still, my dad never let me into the sea alone. And I was twelve years old.

One day, my sister Nina and I found out that my father was leaving home for two days, and we started to go on a boat to the other side; and on the other side of the bay stood a very pretty house: little white, with a red roof. A grove grew around the house. We have never been there and thought it was very good. Probably, a kind old man and an old woman live. And Nina says that they certainly have a dog and also kind. And the old people, probably, eat yogurt and they will be delighted and they will give us yogurt.

And so we began to save up bread and water bottles. In the sea, after all, the water is salty, but what if you want to drink on the way?

So my father left in the evening, and we immediately poured water into bottles slowly from my mother. And then he asks: why? – and then everything was gone.

As soon as it dawned, Nina and I quietly climbed out of the window, took our bread and bottles with us into the boat. I set sail and we put out to sea. I sat like a captain, and Nina listened to me like a sailor.

The wind was light, and the waves were small, and it turned out with Nina that we were on big ship, we have supplies of water and food, and we are going to another country. I ruled straight for the red-roofed house. Then I told my sister to cook breakfast. She broke small pieces of bread and uncorked a bottle of water. She was still sitting at the bottom of the boat, and then, as she got up to give me something, and as she looked back at our shore, she screamed so much that I even shuddered:

- Oh, our house is barely visible! and wanted to cry.

I said:

- Roar, but the old people's house is close.

She looked ahead and screamed even worse:

- And the old people's house is far away: we did not drive up at all. And they left our house!

She began to roar, and out of spite I began to eat bread as if nothing had happened. She roared, and I said:

- If you want to go back, jump overboard and swim home, and I'm going to the old people.

Then she drank from the bottle and fell asleep. And I'm still sitting at the helm, and the wind does not change and blows evenly. The boat runs smoothly and the water gurgles astern. The sun was already high.

And now I see that we are very close to the other side and the house is clearly visible. Now let Ninka wake up and take a look - she will be delighted! I looked where the dog was. But there were no dogs or old men to be seen.

Suddenly the boat stumbled, stopped and leaned on its side. I quickly lowered the sail so as not to capsize at all. Nina jumped up. Waking up, she did not know where she was, and stared, wide-eyed. I said:

- Stuck in the sand. Ran aground. Now I'm going to sleep. And over there is the house.

But she was not happy with the house, but even more frightened. I undressed, jumped into the water and began to push.

I am exhausted, but the boat does not move. I leaned her on one side, then on the other side. I lowered the sails, but nothing helped.

Nina started screaming for the old man to help us. But it was far away, and no one came out. I ordered Ninka to jump out, but this did not make the boat any easier: the boat dug firmly into the sand. I tried to wade to the shore. But in all directions it was deep, no matter where you turn. And there was nowhere to go. And so far away that you can't swim.

And no one came out of the house. I ate bread, drank water and did not speak to Nina. And she was crying and saying:

“I brought it in, now no one will find us here.” Grounded in the middle of the sea. Captain! Mom will go crazy. You will see. Mom told me so: "If anything happens to you, I'll go crazy."

And I was silent. The wind has stopped completely. I took it and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was completely dark. Ninka whimpered, huddled in her very nose, under the bench. I got to my feet, and the boat rocked easily and freely under my feet. I deliberately shook her harder. The boat is free. Here I am happy! Hooray! We got afloat. It was the wind that changed, caught up with the water, lifted the boat, and she went aground.

I looked around. In the distance, lights shone - many, many. It's on our shore: tiny, like sparks. I rushed to raise the sails. Nina jumped up and thought at first that I had lost my mind. But I didn't say anything. And when he had already sent the boat to the lights, he said to her:

- What, roar? Here we go home. And there is nothing to roar.

We walked all night. In the morning the wind stopped. But we were already under the shore. We rowed to the house. Mom was both angry and happy at once. But we begged her not to tell her father.

And then we found out that no one has been living in that house for a whole year.

How do I catch people

When I was little, I was taken to live with my grandmother. My grandmother had a shelf above the table. And on the shelf is a steamboat. I have never seen this. He was quite real, only small. He had a trumpet: yellow and had two black belts on it. And two masts. And from the masts, rope ladders went to the sides. At the stern stood a booth, like a house. Polished, with windows and a door. And quite aft - a copper steering wheel. Below the stern is the steering wheel. And the propeller shone in front of the steering wheel like a copper rosette. There are two anchors on the bow. Ah, how wonderful! If only I had one!

I immediately asked my grandmother to play with a steamboat. My grandmother allowed me everything. And then suddenly she frowned:

- Don't ask for that. Not to play - do not dare to touch. Never! This is a treasured memory for me.

I saw that crying wouldn't help.

And the steamboat stood importantly on a shelf on lacquered stands. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

And grandma:

“Give me your word of honor that you won’t touch it.” And then I'd better hide from sin.

And went to the shelf.

“Honest, honest, grandma. - And grabbed the grandmother by the skirt.

Grandma didn't take the steamer away.

I kept looking at the boat. I climbed into a chair to see better. And more and more he seemed real to me. And by all means, the door in the booth should open. And maybe people live in it. Small, just the size of a steamboat. It turned out that they should be just below the match. I waited to see if any of them would look out the window. They're probably watching. And when no one is at home, they go out on deck. They probably climb the ladders on the masts.

And a little noise - like mice: yurk into the cabin. Down - and hide. I looked for a long time when I was alone in the room. Nobody looked out. I hid behind the door and looked through the crack. And they are cunning, damned little men, they know that I am peeping. Aha! They work at night when no one can frighten them away. Tricky.

I began to quickly swallow tea. And asked to sleep.

Grandma says:

- What is it? You can’t force yourself into bed, but here it’s so early and you ask to sleep.

And so, when they had settled down, the grandmother turned off the light. And you can't see the boat. I tossed and turned on purpose, so that the bed creaked.

– Why are you all tossing and turning?

- And I'm afraid to sleep without light. There is always a night light at home.

I lied that: it's dark at night at home.

Grandmother cursed, but got up. I poked around for a long time and arranged a night light. He burned badly. But you could still see how the steamboat gleamed on the shelf.

I covered my head with a blanket, made myself a house and a small hole. And from the hole he looked without moving. Soon I looked so closely that I could see everything perfectly well on the steamboat. I looked for a long time. The room was completely quiet. Only the clock was ticking. Suddenly, something rustled softly. I was alert - this rustle on the steamer. And just like that, the door opened. My breath hitched. I moved forward a little. The damn bed creaked. I scared the man!

Now there was nothing to look forward to, and I fell asleep. I fell asleep with grief.

The next day, here's what I came up with. The humans must be eating something. If you give them candy, it's a whole load for them. It is necessary to break off a piece of candy and put it on the steamer, near the booth. Right next to the doors. But such a piece, so as not to immediately crawl into their doors. Here they will open the doors at night, look out through the crack. Wow! Candy! For them, it's like a box. Now they will jump out, rather drag the confectionery to themselves. They are at the door, but she does not climb! Now they run away, bring hatchets - small, small, but quite real - and they will start baling with these hatchets: bale-bale! bale bale! bale bale! And quickly swipe the confectionery through the door. They are cunning, they just want everything to be nimble. Not to be caught. Here they are imported with confectionery. Here, even if I creak, they still won’t be in time: the confetti will get stuck in the door - neither here nor there. Let them run away, but it will still be visible how they dragged confectionery. Or maybe someone will miss the hatchet out of fright. Where will they pick up! And I will find a tiny real hatchet on the deck of the steamboat, sharp, very sharp.

And so, secretly from my grandmother, I chopped off a piece of candy, just what I wanted. I waited a minute while my grandmother was fiddling in the kitchen, once or twice - on the table with her feet and put the lollipop at the very door on the steamer. Theirs half a step from the door to the lollipop. He got down from the table, wiped with his sleeve what he had inherited with his feet. Grandma didn't notice.

During the day I secretly glanced at the steamboat. My grandmother took me for a walk. I was afraid that during this time the little men would pull away the candy and I would not catch them. On the way, I deliberately sniffed that I was cold, and we returned soon. The first thing I looked at was the steamboat! The lollipop, as it was, is in place. Well, yes! They are fools to undertake such a thing during the day!

At night, when my grandmother fell asleep, I settled myself in a house made of a blanket and began to look. This time the night-light burned wonderfully, and the lollipop shone like an icicle in the sun with a sharp flame. I looked, looked at this light and fell asleep, as luck would have it! The humans outsmarted me. I looked in the morning - there was no candy, but I got up before everyone else, in one shirt I ran to look. Then he looked from the chair - of course, there was no hatchet. But why did they have to give up: they worked slowly, without interference, and not even a crumb was lying around anywhere - they picked everything up.

Another time I put bread. I even heard some fuss at night. The damned night light barely smoked, I could not see anything. But in the morning there was no bread. Just a few crumbs left. Well, of course, they don’t particularly feel sorry for bread, not sweets: there every crumb is a lollipop for them.

I decided that they had shops on both sides of the steamboat. Full length. And they sit there in a row during the day and whisper softly. About your business. And at night, when everyone is asleep, they have work here.

I thought about people all the time. I wanted to take a cloth, like a small rug, and put it near the door. Wet a cloth with ink. They will run out, they will not notice right away, their legs will get dirty and they will leave their legacy all over the steamer. At least I can see what kind of legs they have. Maybe some barefoot, to quieter steps. No, they are terribly cunning and will only laugh at all my things.

I couldn't take it anymore.

And so - I decided to definitely take a steamboat and see and catch little men. At least one. You just need to arrange so that you stay alone at home. My grandmother dragged me everywhere with her, to all the guests. All to some old women. Sit down and don't touch anything. You can only stroke the cat. And the grandmother whispers with them for half a day.

So I see - my grandmother is getting ready: she began to collect cookies in a box for these old women - to drink tea there. I ran into the hallway, took out my knitted mittens and rubbed my forehead and cheeks - my whole face, in a word. No regrets. And quietly lay down on the bed.

Grandmother suddenly missed:

- Borya, Boryushka, where are you?

I remain silent and close my eyes. Grandma to me:

- What are you lying down?

- My head hurts.

She touched her forehead.

– Look at me! Sit at home. I'll go back - I'll take raspberries at the pharmacy. I'll be back soon. I won't sit for long. And you undress and go to bed. Lie down, lie down without talking.

She began to help me, laid me down, covered me with a blanket and kept saying: "I'll be right back, in a living spirit."

Grandma locked me up. I waited five minutes: what if he comes back? Have you forgotten something there?

And then I jumped out of bed as I was in a shirt. I jumped up on the table and took the steamboat from the shelf. Immediately, with my hands I realized that he was iron, very real. I pressed it to my ear and began to listen: are they moving? But, of course, they fell silent. They understood that I had seized their steamer. Aha! Sit there on a bench and be silent like mice. I got down from the table and began to shake the steamer. They will shake themselves off, not sit on the benches, and I will hear how they hang out there. But it was quiet inside.

I understood: they were sitting on the benches, their legs were tucked up and their hands clung to the seats with all their might. They sit like glued on.

Aha! So wait. I'll tuck in and raise the deck. And I will cover you all there. I began to get a table knife from the cupboard, but I did not take my eyes off the steamer, so that the little men would not jump out. I began to pick up the deck. Wow, what a tight fit!

Finally managed to slip the knife a little. But the masts went up with the deck. And the masts were not allowed to rise these rope ladders that went from the masts to the sides. They had to be cut off - otherwise nothing. I stopped for a moment. Just for a moment. But now, with a hurried hand, he began to cut these ladders. Sawed them with a dull knife. Done, they are all hung, the masts are free. I began to raise the deck with a knife. I was afraid to immediately give a big gap. They will rush all at once and run away. I left a crack to climb through alone. He will climb, and I will clap him! - and slam it shut like a bug in the palm of your hand.

I waited and kept my hand ready to grab.

Not one climbs! I then decided to immediately turn the deck away and slam it in the middle with my hand. At least one will fit. You just need to do it right away: they probably got ready there - you open it, and the little men squirt all to the sides. I quickly opened the deck and slammed the inside with my hand. Nothing. Nothing at all! There weren't even benches. Bare sides. Like in a saucepan. I raised my hand. At hand, of course, nothing.

My hands were trembling as I put the deck back on. Everything was getting crooked. And no ladders can be attached. They chatted at random. Somehow I pushed the deck back into place and put the steamboat on the shelf. Now everything is gone!

I quickly threw myself into bed, wrapped myself up in my head.

I hear the key in the door.

- Grandmother! I whispered under the covers. - Grandmother, dear, dear, what have I done!

And my grandmother stood over me and stroked my head:

- Why are you crying, why are you crying? You are my dear, Boryushka! See how soon I am?

Boris Zhitkov

Help is coming

ON THE ICE ICE

They made holes in the ice and began to launch nets through them. The day was sunny and everyone had fun. Volodya helped untangle the fish from the nets and was very happy that a lot was being caught. Already large heaps of frozen fish lay on the ice. Volodin's father said:

Enough, time to go home.

Suddenly at night the father jumped up and shouted:

Comrades, get up! Look, what a wind! There would be no trouble!

Everyone jumped up and ran.

Why are we rocking? shouted Volodya.

And the father shouted:

Trouble! We were torn off and carried on an ice floe into the sea.

All the fishermen ran on the ice floe and shouted:

Tore off! Tore off! And someone shouted:

Gone!

Airplane! Airplane!

The girl Valya was eating fish and suddenly choked on a bone. Mom screamed:

Eat more crust!

But nothing helped. Tears flowed from Vali's eyes. She could not speak, but only wheezed and waved her arms.

Mom got scared and ran to call the doctor. And the doctor lived forty kilometers away. Mom told him on the phone to come as soon as possible.

The doctor was very afraid for Valya.

Suddenly, ahead of one rock crumbled into stones and covered the road. It became impossible to go.

It was still far away, But the doctor still wanted to walk.

Suddenly a horn sounded from behind. The driver looked back and said:

Wait, doctor, help is coming!

And it was a truck in a hurry. He drove up to the rubble. People jumped out of the truck. They removed the machine from the truck, the pump and the rubber pipes, and put the pipe into the sea.

The entire collapse was washed away by water from the road.

Hurry, let's go! the doctor shouted to the driver.

The driver started the car. The doctor came to Valya, took out his tweezers and removed a bone from his throat.

And then he sat down and told Valya how the road had blocked up and how the hydroram pump had washed away the landslide.

FLOOD

In our country there are such rivers that do not flow all the time in one place. Such a river will either rush to the right, flow to the right, then after a while, as if it was tired of flowing here, it will suddenly crawl to the left and flood its left bank. And if the bank is high, the water will wash it away. The steep bank will collapse into the river and if there was a house on the cliff, then the house will fly into the water.

In Boris Zhitkov's story "On the ice floe" in question about how a group of collective farmers went on a winter fishing trip. The sea was already frozen, so they set off on a horse-drawn sleigh right across the ice, taking the necessary gear. With them was the fisherman Andrei, along with his son Volodya.

All around, wherever you looked, stretched an icy valley, because the sea was frozen. The fishermen drove away from the shore very far. Andrei and his comrades went far ahead. Having drilled holes, they began to set up nets. The day turned out to be wonderful. Yes, the fishing was very good. This made everyone happy. Volodya helped pull the fish out. He, too, was amused by the fact that they caught a lot of fish, a frozen hill lying on the ice. But then his father said that it was time to go home. The fishermen began to persuade him to spend the night at sea in order to continue fishing the next morning. After supper they wrapped themselves more tightly in sheepskin coats and fell asleep right on the sleigh. Volodya snuggled up to dad and quickly fell asleep.

In the middle of the night everyone was awakened by Andrey's scream. He woke up from a strong wind and decided to warn his comrades about this. Everyone jumped up and ran. Volodya asked why they were rocking and where did the water come from on the ice floe? And the father, in response to his question, shouted through the wind that they were being carried away directly to the open sea on a torn off ice floe. Panic set in, everyone ran and shouted loudly that they had been torn off and that they were gone. The boy was scared and cried.

The wind was getting stronger and the waves were crashing right onto the ice. And there was only ice water all around.

Andrei built something like a flag out of poles and a red shirt tied to them and stuck it right into the ice. Everyone was depressed, and the boy lay on the sleigh and looked at the overcast sky, waiting for the sun to come out. And then a plane appeared in the gaps between the clouds. Everyone was delighted, they began to run, shout something and wave their hats. They dropped a sack of provisions from the plane and a note that help would be coming to them soon. An hour later, the rescue arrived. It was a steamer from the port where the fishermen had left.

The head of the port, found out about the trouble and sent them a rescue ship. And the pilot on the plane found them on the high seas and handed over to the captain by radio where they were.

The writer in the story, using the example of the behavior of his characters, wants to emphasize: you must always believe that there are people in the world who are ready to help you! The main thing is to never give up, try to find a way out of the most difficult life situation, not to panic.

Picture or drawing On an ice floe

Abstract of a trial lesson on extracurricular reading. Grade 2

Lesson topic: B.S. Zhitkov about brave and courageous people.

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Abstract of a trial lesson on extracurricular reading. Grade 2

Lesson topic: B.S. Zhitkov about brave and courageous people.

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