Valentin Kataev
A pipe and a jug
Strawberries ripened in the forest.
Dad took a mug, mom took a cup, girl Zhenya took a jug, and little Pavlik was given a saucer.
They came to the forest and began to pick berries: who will pick up earlier.
Mom chose a better clearing for Zhenya and says:
Here's a great place for you, daughter. There are a lot of strawberries here. Go collect.
Zhenya wiped the jug with a burdock and began to walk.
I walked and walked, looked and looked, found nothing and returned with an empty jug.
He sees that everyone has strawberries. Dad has a quarter mug. Mom has half a cup. And little Pavlik has two berries on a platter.
Mom, and mom, why do you all have, but I have nothing? You probably chose the worst meadow for me.
Have you been looking well?
Good. There are not a single berry, only leaves.
Have you looked under the leaves?
Didn't look.
You see! We must drop in.
Why doesn't Pavlik come in?
Pavlik is small. He himself is as tall as strawberries, he doesn't even need to look in, and you're already a pretty tall girl.
And dad says:
Berries are cunning. They are always hiding from people. You need to be able to get them. Look how I do.
Then dad sat down, bent down to the ground itself, looked under the leaves and began to look for berry after berry, saying:
I take one berry, I look at the other, I notice the third, and the fourth appears.
Okay, - said Zhenya. - Thanks, daddy. I will do that.
Zhenya went to her meadow, squatted down, bent down to the ground and looked under the leaves. And under the leaves of the berries, apparently invisible. Eyes run wide. Zhenya began to pick the berries and throw them into the jug. Tears and says:
However, soon Zhenya got tired of squatting.
“I've had enough,” he thinks. “I’ve probably gained a lot already.”
Zhenya got to her feet and looked into the jug. And there are only four berries.
Very little! Again you have to squat down. Nothing to do about.
Zhenya sat down on her haunches again, began to pick berries, and said:
I take one berry, I look at the other, I notice the third, and the fourth appears.
Zhenya looked into the jug, and there are only eight berries - even the bottom is not closed yet.
“Well,” he thinks, “I don't like collecting at all. Bend over and bend over all the time. Until you pick up a full jug, what good, and you can get tired. I'd rather go and look for another clearing. "
Zhenya went through the forest to look for such a clearing where the strawberries do not hide under the leaves, but she herself crawls into the eyes and asks for a jug.
I walked and walked, I did not find such a clearing, I was tired and sat down on a tree stump to rest. He sits, having nothing to do, takes out the berries from the jug and puts them in his mouth. She ate all eight berries, looked into an empty jug and thought: “What to do now? If only someone could help me! "
As soon as she thought it, the moss stirred, the goose parted, and a small, strong old man emerged from under the hemp: a white coat, a gray beard, a velvet hat and a dry blade of grass across the hat.
Hello girl, she says.
Hello, uncle.
I am not an uncle, but a grandfather. Al didn't recognize? I am an old man boletus - an indigenous forest man, chief boss over all mushrooms and berries. What are you sighing for? Who hurt you?
The berries have offended me, grandfather.
I don’t know… They are meek. How did they hurt you?
They don't want to show themselves, they hide under the leaves. You can't see anything from above. Bend over and bend over. Until you pick up a full jug, what good, and you can get tired.
The old man boletus, an indigenous forest man, stroked his gray beard, grinned into his mustache and said:
Sheer trifles! I have a special pipe for this. As soon as she starts playing, so now all the berries from under the leaves will appear.
The old man took out a boletus - a native forest man from his pocket - a pipe and said:
Play, pipe!
The pipe started playing by itself, and as soon as it started playing, berries peeped out from everywhere from under the leaves.
Stop it, pipe!
The pipe stopped, and the berries hid.
Zhenya was delighted.
Grandpa, grandpa, give me this pipe!
I can't give it. And let's change: I'll give you a pipe, and you give me a jug - I really liked it.
Good. With great pleasure.
Zhenya gave the old man boletus, a native forest man, a jug, took the pipe from him, and hurriedly ran to her meadow. She came running, stood in the middle, said:
Play, pipe!
The pipe began to play, and at the same moment all the leaves in the clearing began to stir, began to turn, as if the wind had blown on them.
First, the youngest, curious berries, still quite green, looked out from under the leaves. Behind them were stuck out the heads of older berries - one cheek pink, the other white. Then the berries looked quite ripe - large and red. And finally from the very bottom appeared old berries, almost black, wet, fragrant, covered with yellow seeds.
And soon the whole clearing around Zhenya turned out to be strewn with berries that burned brightly in the sun and reached for the pipe.
Play, pipe, play! - Zhenya shouted. - Play faster!
The pipe began to play faster, and even more berries poured out - so many that the leaves under them did not become visible at all.
But Zhenya did not quit:
Play, pipe, play! Play faster!
The pipe began to play even faster, and the whole forest was filled with such a pleasant, agile ringing, as if it were not a forest, but a music box.
The bees stopped pushing the butterfly off the flower; the butterfly flapped its wings like a book; robin chicks peeped out of their light nest, which swayed in elderberry branches, and gaped yellow mouths in delight; the mushrooms climbed on tiptoe so as not to utter a single sound, and even the old pop-eyed dragonfly, known for its grumpy nature, stopped in the air, deeply delighted with the wonderful music.
"Now I'll start collecting!" - Zhenya thought, and was about to reach out to the largest and reddest berry, when she suddenly remembered that she had exchanged a jug for a pipe and now she has nowhere to put strawberries.
Oh, silly pipe! the girl cried angrily. - I have nowhere to put berries, and you played out. Shut up now!
Zhenya ran back to the old man boletus, a native forestry, and said:
Grandfather, and grandfather, give back my jug! I have nowhere to pick berries.
Well, - replies the old boletus - a native forest man, - I'll give you your jug, only you give back my pipe.
Zhenya gave the old man boletus, the indigenous forester his pipe, took her jug \u200b\u200band ran back to the clearing as soon as possible.
I came running, and there I couldn't see a single berry - only leaves. What a misfortune!
There is a pipe - there is not enough jug. How to be here?
Zhenya thought, thought about it, and decided to go again to the old man boletus - the indigenous forester for a pipe.
Comes and says:
Grandpa, and grandpa, give me a pipe again!
Good. Just give me the jug again.
I'm not giving it. I myself need a jug to put berries in it.
Well, I won't give you a pipe.
Zhenya prayed:
Grandfather, and grandfather, how am I going to pick berries in my jug when they all sit under the leaves without your pipe and do not appear in front of my eyes? I certainly need a jug and a pipe.
What a sly girl you are! Give her both a pipe and a jug! You can do without a pipe, with one jug.
I won't do it, grandfather.
But how do other people get along?
Other people bend down to the ground, peep under the leaves from the side, and take berry after berry. They take one berry, look at another, notice the third, and see the fourth. So I don't like collecting at all. Bend over and bend over. Until you pick up a full jug, what good, and you can get tired.
Oh, that's how! - said the old boletus - a native forest man, and was so angry that his beard, instead of gray, became black and very black. - Oh, that's how! Yes, you, it turns out, are just lazy! Take your jug \u200b\u200band get out of here! There will be no pipe for you!
With these words the old boletus - the native forest man stamped his foot and fell under the stump.
Zhenya looked at her empty jug, remembered that dad, mom and little Pavlik were waiting for her, hurriedly ran to her meadow, squatted down, looked under the leaves and began to nimbly take berry after berry. He takes one, looks at the other, notices the third, and sees the fourth ...
Soon Zhenya got a full jug and returned to her father, mother and little Pavlik.
Here is a clever girl, - said Daddy to Zhenya, - she brought a full jug. Tired?
Nothing, daddy. The jug helped me.
And everyone went home: dad with a full mug, mom with a full cup, Zhenya with a full jug, and little Pavlik with a full saucer.
And Zhenya said nothing to anyone about the pipe.
V.P. Kataev - A pipe and a jug
5 (100%) from 9 votersA tale about how the girl Zhenya and her family went to the forest to pick strawberries. But all the berries are hidden under the leaves, you have to bend over to each one to see. She met an old boletus, and he gave her a magic pipe - as you play, all the berries will appear from under the leaves.
Read a pipe and a jug
Strawberries ripened in the forest. Dad took a mug, mom took a cup, girl Zhenya took a jug, and little Pavlik was given a saucer. They went into the forest and began to pick berries: who will pick it up earlier. Mom chose a better clearing for Zhenya and says:
Here's a great place for you, daughter. There are a lot of strawberries here. Walk, collect.
Zhenya wiped the jug with a burdock and began to walk. I walked and walked, looked and looked, found nothing and returned with an empty jug. He sees that everyone has strawberries. Dad has a quarter mug. Mom has half a cup. And little Pavlik has two berries on a platter.
Mom, and mom, why do you all have, but I have nothing? You probably chose the worst meadow for me.
Have you been looking well?
Good. There are not a single berry, only leaves.
Have you looked under the leaves?
Didn't look.
You see! We must drop in.
Why doesn't Pavlik come in?
Pavlik is small. He himself is as tall as strawberries, he doesn't even need to look in, and you're already a pretty tall girl.
And dad says:
Berries are cunning. They are always hiding from people. You need to be able to get them. Look how I do.
Then dad sat down, bent down to the ground itself, looked under the leaves and began to look for berry after berry, saying:
Okay, - said Zhenya. - Thanks, daddy. I will do that.
Zhenya went to her meadow, squatted down, bent down to the ground and looked under the leaves. And under the leaves of the berries, apparently invisible. Eyes run wide. Zhenya began to pick the berries and throw them into the jug. Tears and says:
I take one berry, I look at the other, I notice the third, and the fourth seems to be.
However, soon Zhenya got tired of squatting.
I've had enough, he thinks. - I’ve probably gained a lot.
Zhenya got to her feet and looked into the jug. And there are only four berries. Very little! Again you have to squat down. Nothing to do about.
Zhenya sat down on her haunches again, began to pick berries, and said:
I take one berry, I look at the other, I notice the third, and the fourth seems to be.
Zhenya looked into the jug, and there are only eight berries - even the bottom is not closed yet.
Well, he thinks, so I don't like collecting at all. Bend over and bend over all the time. Until you pick up a jug, what good, and you can get tired. I'd better go and look for another clearing. Zhenya went through the forest to look for such a clearing where the strawberries do not hide under the leaves, but she herself crawls into the eyes and asks for a jug. I walked and walked, I did not find such a clearing, I was tired and sat down on a tree stump to rest. He sits, having nothing to do, takes out the berries from the jug and puts them in his mouth. She ate all eight berries, looked into an empty jug and thought:
What to do now? If only someone could help me!
As soon as she thought it, the moss stirred, the goose parted, and a small strong old man emerged from under the hemp: a white coat, a gray beard, a velvet hat and a dry blade of grass across the hat.
Hello girl, she says.
Hello, uncle.
I am not an uncle, but a grandfather. Al didn't recognize? I am an old boletus, an indigenous forest man, the chief over all mushrooms and berries. What are you sighing about? Who hurt you?
The berries have offended me, grandfather.
I do not know. They are meek. How did they hurt you?
They don't want to show themselves, they hide under the leaves. You can't see anything from above. Bend over and bend over. Until you pick up a full jug, what good, and you can get tired. The old man boletus, an indigenous forest man, stroked his gray beard, grinned into his mustache and said:
Sheer trifles! I have a special pipe for this. As soon as she starts playing, so now all the berries from under the leaves will appear.
The old man took out the boletus, the indigenous forest man, a pipe from his pocket and said:
Play, pipe.
The pipe started playing by itself, and as soon as it started playing, berries peeped out from everywhere from under the leaves.
Stop it, pipe.
The pipe stopped, and the berries hid.
Zhenya was delighted:
Grandpa, grandpa, give me this pipe!
I can't give it. And let's change: I'll give you a pipe, and you give me a jug - I really liked it.
Good. With great pleasure.
Zhenya gave the old man boletus, an indigenous forestry, a pitcher, took his pipe from him, and hurriedly ran to her meadow. She came running, stood in the middle, said:
Play, pipe.
The pipe began to play, and at the same moment all the leaves in the clearing began to move, began to turn, as if the wind had blown on them. At first, the youngest curious berries, still quite green, peeped out from under the leaves. Behind them were stuck out the heads of older berries - one pink cheek, the other white. Then the berries looked quite ripe - large and red. And finally, from the very bottom appeared old berries, almost black, wet, fragrant, covered with yellow seeds.
And soon the whole clearing around Zhenya turned out to be strewn with berries, which shone brightly in the sun and reached for the pipe.
Play, pipe, play! - Zhenya shouted. - Play faster!
The pipe began to play faster, and even more berries poured out - so many that the leaves under them did not become visible at all.
But Zhenya did not quit:
Play, pipe, play! Play faster.
The pipe began to play even faster, and the whole forest was filled with such a pleasant nimble ringing, as if it were not a forest, but a musical box.
The bees stopped pushing the butterfly off the flower; the butterfly flapped its wings like a book, the robin chicks looked out of their light nest, which swayed in the elderberry branches, and opened their yellow mouths in admiration, the mushrooms climbed on tiptoe so as not to miss a sound, and even the old pop-eyed dragonfly, known for its grumpy character , stopped in the air, deeply delighted with the wonderful music.
Now I'll start collecting! " - Zhenya thought, and was about to reach out to the largest and reddest berry, when she suddenly remembered that she had exchanged a jug for a pipe and now she has nowhere to put strawberries.
Oh, silly pipe! the girl cried angrily. - I have nowhere to put berries, and you played out. Shut up now!
Zhenya ran back to the old man boletus, an indigenous forestry, and said:
Grandfather, and grandfather, give back my jug! I have nowhere to pick berries.
Okay, - replies the old boletus, a native forestry, - I'll give you your jug, only you give back my pipe.
Zhenya gave the old man boletus, the indigenous forest man his pipe, took her jug \u200b\u200band ran back to the clearing as soon as possible.
I came running, and there I couldn't see a single berry - only leaves. What a misfortune! There is a jug - there is not enough pipe. How to be here?
Zhenya thought, thought about it, and decided to go again to the old man boletus, the indigenous forester for a pipe.
Comes and says:
Grandpa, and grandpa, give me a pipe again!
Good. Just give me the jug again.
I'm not giving it. I myself need a jug to put berries in it.
Well, then I won't give you a pipe.
Zhenya prayed:
Grandfather, and grandfather, how am I going to pick berries in my jug when they all sit under the leaves without your pipe and do not appear in front of my eyes? I certainly need a jug and a pipe.
Look, what a sly girl! Give her both a pipe and a jug! You can do without a pipe, with one jug.
I won't do it, grandfather.
But how do other people get along?
Other people bend down to the ground, peep under the leaves from the side, and take berry after berry. They take one berry, look at the other, notice the third, and see the fourth. So I don't like collecting at all. Bend over and bend over. Until you pick up a full jug, what good, and you can get tired.
Oh, that's how! - said the old boletus, an indigenous forest man, and was so angry that his beard, instead of gray, became black and black. - Oh, that's how! Yes, you, it turns out, are just lazy! Take your jug \u200b\u200band get out of here! There will be no pipe for you.
With these words, the old boletus, the native forest man stamped his foot and fell under the stump. Zhenya looked at her empty jug, remembered that dad, mom and little Pavlik were waiting for her, hurriedly ran to her meadow, squatted down, looked under the leaves and began to quickly take berry after berry. He takes one, looks at the other, notes the third, and the fourth appears ...
Soon Zhenya got a full jug and returned to her father, mother and little Pavlik.
Here is a clever girl, - said Daddy to Zhenya, - she brought a full jug! Tired?
Nothing, daddy. The jug helped me. And everyone went home - dad with a full mug, mom with a full cup, Zhenya with a full jug, and little Pavlik with a full saucer.
And Zhenya said nothing to anyone about the pipe.
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A pipe and a jug
Valentin Petrovich Kataev
A pipe and a jug
Strawberries ripened in the forest.
Dad took a mug, mom took a cup, girl Zhenya took a jug, and little Pavlik was given a saucer.
They came to the forest and began to pick berries: who will pick up earlier. Mom chose a better clearing for Zhenya and says:
- Here's a great place for you, daughter. There are a lot of strawberries here. Go collect.
Zhenya wiped the jug with a burdock and began to walk.
I walked and walked, looked and looked, found nothing and returned with an empty jug.
He sees that everyone has strawberries. Dad has a quarter mug. Mom has half a cup. And little Pavlik has two berries on a platter.
- Mom, why do you all have, but I have nothing? You probably chose the worst meadow for me.
- Did you look well?
- Good. There are not a single berry, only leaves.
- Did you look under the leaves?
- I did not look.
- You see! We must drop in.
- Why doesn't Pavlik drop by?
- Pavlik is small. He himself is as tall as strawberries, he doesn't even need to look in, and you're already a pretty tall girl.
And dad says:
- Berries are cunning. They are always hiding from people. You need to be able to get them. Look how I do.
Then dad sat down, bent down to the ground itself, looked under the leaves and began to look for berry after berry, saying:
- Good, - said Zhenya. - Thanks, daddy. I will do that.
Zhenya went to her meadow, squatted down, bent down to the ground and looked under the leaves. And under the leaves of the berries, apparently invisible. Eyes run wide. Zhenya began to pick the berries and throw them into the jug. Tears and says:
- I take one berry, I look at the other, I notice the third, and the fourth seems to be.
However, soon Zhenya got tired of squatting.
“I've had enough,” he thinks. “I’ve probably gained a lot already.”
Zhenya got to her feet and looked into the jug. And there are only four berries.
Very little! Again you have to squat down. Nothing to do about.
Zhenya sat down on her haunches again, began to pick berries, and said:
- I take one berry, I look at the other, I notice the third, and the fourth seems to be.
Zhenya looked into the jug, and there are only eight berries - even the bottom is not closed yet.
“Well,” he thinks, “I don’t like to collect at all. Bend over and bend over all the time. As long as you fill up a full jug, what good, and you can get tired. I'd better go and look for another clearing.”
Zhenya went through the forest to look for such a clearing where the strawberries do not hide under the leaves, but she herself crawls into the eyes and asks for a jug.
I walked and walked, I did not find such a clearing, I was tired and sat down on a tree stump to rest. He sits, having nothing to do, takes out the berries from the jug and puts them in his mouth. I ate all eight berries, looked into an empty jug and thought: "What to do now? If only someone would help me!"
As soon as she thought it, the moss stirred, the goose parted, and a small strong old man emerged from under the hemp: a white coat, a gray beard, a velvet hat and a dry blade of grass across the hat.
“Hello, girl,” he says.
- Hello, uncle.
- I'm not an uncle, but a grandfather. Al didn't recognize? I am an old boletus, an indigenous forest man, the chief over all mushrooms and berries. What are you sighing about? Who hurt you?
- The berries have offended me, grandfather.
- I do not know. They are meek. How did they hurt you?
- They don't want to show themselves, they hide under the leaves. You can't see anything from above. Bend over and bend over. Until you pick up a full jug, what good, and you can get tired.
The old man boletus, an indigenous forest man, stroked his gray beard, grinned into his mustache and said:
- Sheer trifles! I have a special pipe for this. As soon as she starts playing, so now all the berries from under the leaves will appear.
The old man took out the boletus, the indigenous forest man, a pipe from his pocket and said:
- Play, pipe.
The pipe started playing by itself, and as soon as it started playing, berries peeped out from everywhere from under the leaves.
- Stop it, pipe.
The pipe stopped, and the berries hid.
Zhenya was delighted:
- Grandpa, grandpa, give me this pipe!
- I can't give it. And let's change: I'll give you a pipe, and you give me a jug - I really liked it.
- Good. With great pleasure.
Zhenya gave the old man boletus, an indigenous forester, a jug, took his pipe and ran to her meadow as soon as possible. She came running, stood in the middle, said:
- Play, pipe.
The pipe began to play, and at the same moment all the leaves in the clearing began to move, began to turn, as if the wind had blown on them.
At first, the youngest curious berries, still quite green, peeped out from under the leaves. Behind them were stuck out the heads of older berries - one pink cheek, the other white. Then the berries looked quite ripe - large and red. And finally, from the very bottom appeared old berries, almost black, wet, fragrant, covered with yellow seeds.
And soon the whole clearing around Zhenya turned out to be strewn with berries, which shone brightly in the sun and reached for the pipe.
- Play, pipe, play! - Zhenya shouted. - Play faster!
The pipe began to play faster, and even more berries poured out - so many that the leaves under them did not become visible at all.
But Zhenya did not calm down:
- Play, pipe, play! Play faster.
The pipe began to play even faster, and the whole forest was filled with such a pleasant nimble ringing, as if it were not a forest, but a musical box.
The bees stopped pushing the butterfly off the flower; the butterfly flapped its wings like a book, the robin chicks looked out of their light nest, which swayed in the branches of the elder, and opened their yellow mouths in admiration, mushrooms climbed on tiptoe so as not to miss a single sound, and even an old pop-eyed dragonfly known for its grumpy character , stopped in the air, deeply delighted with the wonderful music.
"Now I'll start collecting!" - Zhenya thought, and was about to reach out to the largest and reddest berry, when she suddenly remembered that she had exchanged a jug for a pipe and now she had nowhere to put strawberries.
- Oh, you silly pipe! the girl cried angrily. - I have nowhere to put berries, and you played out. Shut up now!
Zhenya ran back to the old man boletus, an indigenous forestry, and said:
- Grandfather, and grandfather, give back my jug! I have nowhere to pick berries.
- Well, - replies the old boletus, a native forest man, - I'll give you your jug, only you give back my pipe.
Zhenya gave the old man boletus, the indigenous forester his pipe, took her jug \u200b\u200band quickly ran back to the clearing.
She came running, and there I couldn't see a single berry - only leaves. What a misfortune! There is a jug - there is not enough pipe. How to be here?
Zhenya thought, thought about it and decided to go again to the old man boletus, the indigenous forester, for a pipe.
Comes and says:
- Grandpa, and grandpa, give me a pipe again!
- Good. Just give me the jug again.
- I'm not giving it. I myself need a jug to put berries in it.
- Well, then I won't give you a pipe.
Zhenya prayed:
- Grandfather, and grandfather, how am I going to pick berries in my jug when they all sit under the leaves without your pipe and do not appear in front of my eyes? I certainly need a jug and a pipe.
- Oh, what a sly girl you are! Give her both a pipe and a jug! You can do without a pipe, with one jug.
- I won't do it, grandfather.
- But how do other people get along?
- Other people bend down to the ground, look under the leaves from the side and take berry after berry. They take one berry, look at another, notice the third, and see the fourth. So I don't like collecting at all. Bend over and bend over. Until you pick up a full jug, what good, and you can get tired.
- Oh, that's how! - said the old boletus, an indigenous forest man, and was so angry that his beard, instead of gray, became black and black. - Oh, that's how! Yes, you, it turns out, are just lazy! Take your jug \u200b\u200band get out of here! There will be no pipe for you.
With these words, the old boletus, the indigenous forest man stamped his foot and fell under the stump.
Zhenya looked at her empty jug, remembered that her father, mother and little Pavlik were waiting for her, quickly ran to her meadow, squatted down, looked under the leaves and began to quickly take berry after berry. He takes one, looks at the other, notices the third, and the fourth appears ...
Soon Zhenya got a full jug and returned to her father, mother and little Pavlik.
- Here is a clever girl, - said Daddy to Zhenya, - brought a full jug! Tired?
- Nothing, daddy. The jug helped me. And everyone went home - dad with a full mug, mom with a full cup, Zhenya with a full jug, and little Pavlik with a full saucer.
And Zhenya said nothing to anyone about the pipe.
Strawberries ripened in the forest.
Dad took a mug, mom took a cup, girl Zhenya took a jug, and little Pavlik was given a saucer.
They came to the forest and began to pick berries: who will pick up earlier. Mom chose a better clearing for Zhenya and says:
- Here's a great place for you, daughter. There are a lot of strawberries here. Go collect.
Zhenya wiped the jug with a burdock and began to walk.
I walked and walked, looked and looked, found nothing and returned with an empty jug.
He sees that everyone has strawberries. Dad has a quarter mug. Mom has half a cup. And little Pavlik has two berries on a platter.
- Mom, why do you all have, but I have nothing? You probably chose the worst meadow for me.
- Did you look well?
- Good. There are not a single berry, only leaves.
- Did you look under the leaves?
- I did not look.
- You see! We must drop in.
- Why doesn't Pavlik drop in?
- Pavlik is small. He himself is as tall as strawberries, he doesn't even need to look in, and you're already a pretty tall girl.
And dad says:
- Berries are cunning. They are always hiding from people. You need to be able to get them. Look how I do.
Then dad sat down, bent down to the ground itself, looked under the leaves and began to look for berry after berry, saying:
- Good, - said Zhenya. - Thanks, daddy. I will do that.
Zhenya went to her meadow, squatted down, bent down to the very ground and looked under the leaves. And under the leaves of the berries, apparently invisible. Eyes run wide. Zhenya began to pick the berries and throw them into the jug. Tears and says:
- I take one berry, I look at the other, I notice the third, and the fourth seems to be.
However, soon Zhenya got tired of squatting.
“Enough with me,” he thinks. “I’ve probably got a lot already.”
Zhenya got to her feet and looked into the jug. And there are only four berries.
Very little! Again you have to squat down. Nothing to do about.
Zhenya sat down on her haunches again, began to pick berries, and said:
- I take one berry, I look at the other, I notice the third, and the fourth seems to be.
Zhenya looked into the jug, and there are only eight berries - even the bottom is not closed yet.
“Well,” he thinks, “I don't like collecting at all. Bend over and bend over all the time. Until you pick up a full jug, what good, and you can get tired. I'd rather go and look for another clearing. "
Zhenya went through the forest to look for such a clearing where the strawberries do not hide under the leaves, but she herself crawls into the eyes and asks for a jug.
I walked and walked, I did not find such a clearing, I was tired and sat down on a tree stump to rest. He sits, having nothing to do, he takes out the berries from the jug and puts them in his mouth. She ate all eight berries, looked into an empty jug and thought: “What to do now? If only someone could help me! "
As soon as she thought it, the moss stirred, the goose parted, and a small strong old man emerged from under the hemp: a white coat, a gray beard, a velvet hat and a dry blade of grass across the hat.
“Hello, girl,” he says.
- Hello, uncle.
- I'm not an uncle, but a grandfather. Al didn't recognize? I am an old boletus, an indigenous forest man, the chief over all mushrooms and berries. What are you sighing about? Who hurt you?
- The berries have offended me, grandfather.
- I do not know. They are meek. How did they hurt you?
- They don't want to show themselves, they hide under the leaves. You can't see anything from above. Bend over and bend over. Until you pick up a full jug, what good, and you can get tired.
The old man boletus, an indigenous forest man, stroked his gray beard, grinned into his mustache and said:
- Sheer trifles! I have a special pipe for this. As soon as she starts playing, so now all the berries from under the leaves will appear.
The old man took out the boletus, the indigenous forester, out of his pocket, and said:
- Play, pipe.
The pipe started playing by itself, and as soon as it started playing, berries peeped out from everywhere from under the leaves.
- Stop it, pipe.
The pipe stopped, and the berries hid.
Zhenya was delighted:
- Grandpa, grandpa, give me this pipe!
- I can't give it. And let's change: I'll give you a pipe, and you give me a jug - I really liked it.
- Good. With great pleasure.
Zhenya gave the old man boletus, an indigenous forester, a jug, took his pipe and ran to her meadow as soon as possible. She came running, stood in the middle, said:
- Play, pipe.
The pipe began to play, and at the same moment all the leaves in the clearing began to move, began to turn, as if the wind had blown on them.
At first, the youngest curious berries, still quite green, peeped out from under the leaves. Behind them were stuck out the heads of older berries - one pink cheek, the other white. Then the berries looked quite ripe - large and red. And finally, from the very bottom appeared old berries, almost black, wet, fragrant, covered with yellow seeds.
And soon the whole clearing around Zhenya turned out to be strewn with berries, which shone brightly in the sun and reached for the pipe.
- Play, pipe, play! - Zhenya shouted. - Play faster!
The pipe began to play faster, and even more berries poured out - so many that the leaves under them did not become visible at all.
But Zhenya did not quit:
- Play, pipe, play! Play faster.
The pipe began to play even faster, and the whole forest was filled with such a pleasant nimble ringing, as if it were not a forest, but a musical box.
The bees stopped pushing the butterfly off the flower; the butterfly flapped its wings like a book, the robin chicks looked out of their light nest, which swayed in the branches of the elder, and opened their yellow mouths in admiration, mushrooms climbed on tiptoe so as not to miss a single sound, and even an old pop-eyed dragonfly known for its grumpy character , stopped in the air, deeply delighted with the wonderful music.
"Now I'll start collecting!" - Zhenya thought, and was about to reach out to the largest and most red berry, when she suddenly remembered that she had exchanged a jug for a pipe and now she had nowhere to put strawberries.
- Oh, you silly pipe! The girl cried angrily. - I have nowhere to put berries, and you played out. Shut up now!
Zhenya ran back to the old man boletus, an indigenous forestry, and said:
- Grandfather, and grandfather, give back my jug! I have nowhere to pick berries.
- Well, - replies the old boletus, a native forest man, - I'll give you your jug, only you give back my pipe.
Zhenya gave the old man boletus, the indigenous forester his pipe, took her jug \u200b\u200band quickly ran back to the clearing.
She came running, and there I couldn't see a single berry - only leaves. What a misfortune! There is a jug - there is not enough pipe. How to be here?
Zhenya thought, thought about it and decided to go again to the old man boletus, the indigenous forester, for a pipe.
Comes and says:
- Grandpa, and grandpa, give me a pipe again!
- Good. Just give me the jug again.
- I'm not giving it. I myself need a jug to put berries in it.
- Well, then I won't give you a pipe.
Zhenya prayed:
- Grandfather, and grandfather, how am I going to pick berries in my jug when they all sit under the leaves without your pipe and do not appear in front of my eyes? I certainly need a jug and a pipe.
- Oh, what a sly girl you are! Give her both a pipe and a jug! You can do without a pipe, with one jug.
- I won't do it, grandfather.
- And how do other people get along?
- Other people bend down to the ground, look under the leaves from the side and take berry after berry. They take one berry, look at another, notice the third, and see the fourth. So I don't like collecting at all. Bend over and bend over. Until you pick up a full jug, what good, and you can get tired.
- Oh, that's how! - said the old boletus, an indigenous forest man, and was so angry that his beard, instead of gray, became black and black. - Oh, that's how! Yes, you, it turns out, are just lazy! Take your jug \u200b\u200band get out of here! There will be no pipe for you.
With these words, the old boletus, the indigenous forest man stamped his foot and fell under the stump.
Zhenya looked at her empty jug, remembered that her father, mother and little Pavlik were waiting for her, quickly ran to her meadow, squatted down, looked under the leaves and began to quickly take berry after berry. He takes one, looks at the other, notices the third, and the fourth appears ...
Soon Zhenya got a full jug and returned to her father, mother and little Pavlik.
- Here is a clever girl, - said Daddy to Zhenya, - brought a full jug! Tired?
- Nothing, daddy. The jug helped me. And everyone went home - dad with a full mug, mom with a full cup, Zhenya with a full jug, and little Pavlik with a full saucer.
And Zhenya said nothing to anyone about the pipe.
P. 3 out of 5
He sees that everyone has strawberries. Dad has a quarter mug. Mom has half a cup. And little Pavlik has two berries on a platter.
Mom, and mom, why do you all have, but I have nothing? You probably chose the worst meadow for me.
Have you been looking well?
Good. There are not a single berry, only leaves.
Have you looked under the leaves?
Didn't look.
You see! We must drop in.
Why doesn't Pavlik come in?
Pavlik is small. He himself is as tall as strawberries, he doesn't even need to look in, and you're already a pretty tall girl.
And dad says:
Berries are cunning. They are always hiding from people. You need to be able to get them. Look how I do.
Then dad sat down, bent down to the ground itself, looked under the leaves and began to look for berry after berry, saying:
I take one berry, I look at the other, I notice the third, and the fourth appears.
Okay, - said Zhenya. - Thanks, daddy. I will do that.
Zhenya went to her meadow, squatted down, bent down to the ground and looked under the leaves. And under the leaves of the berries, apparently invisible. Eyes run wide. Zhenya began to pick the berries and throw them into the jug. Tears and says:
However, soon Zhenya got tired of squatting.
“I've had enough,” he thinks. “I’ve probably gained a lot already.”
Zhenya got to her feet and looked into the jug. And there are only four berries.
Very little! Again you have to squat down. Nothing to do about.
Zhenya sat down on her haunches again, began to pick berries, and said:
I take one berry, I look at the other, I notice the third, and the fourth appears.
Zhenya looked into the jug, and there are only eight berries - even the bottom is not closed yet.
“Well,” he thinks, “I don't like collecting at all. Bend over and bend over all the time. Until you pick up a full jug, what good, and you can get tired. I'd rather go and look for another clearing. "
Zhenya went through the forest to look for such a clearing where the strawberries do not hide under the leaves, but she herself crawls into the eyes and asks for a jug.
I walked and walked, I did not find such a clearing, I was tired and sat down on a tree stump to rest. He sits, having nothing to do, takes out the berries from the jug and puts them in his mouth. She ate all eight berries, looked into an empty jug and thought: “What to do now? If only someone could help me! "
As soon as she thought it, the moss stirred, the goose parted, and a small, strong old man emerged from under the hemp: a white coat, a gray beard, a velvet hat and a dry blade of grass across the hat.
Hello girl, she says.
Hello, uncle.
I am not an uncle, but a grandfather. Al didn't recognize? I am an old boletus - an indigenous forest man, the main boss over all mushrooms and berries. What are you sighing for? Who hurt you?
The berries have offended me, grandfather.
I don’t know… They are meek. How did they hurt you?
They don't want to show themselves, they hide under the leaves. You can't see anything from above. Bend over and bend over. Until you pick up a full jug, what good, and you can get tired.
The old man boletus, an indigenous forest man, stroked his gray beard, grinned into his mustache and said:
Sheer trifles! I have a special pipe for this. As soon as she starts playing, so now all the berries from under the leaves will appear.
The old man took out a boletus - a native forest man from his pocket - a pipe and said:
Play, pipe!
The pipe started playing by itself, and as soon as it started playing, berries peeped out from everywhere from under the leaves.
Stop it, pipe!
The pipe stopped, and the berries hid.
Zhenya was delighted.
Grandpa, grandpa, give me this pipe!
I can't give it. And let's change: I'll give you a pipe, and you give me a jug - I really liked it.
Good. With great pleasure.
Zhenya gave the old man boletus, a native forest man, a jug, took the pipe from him, and hurriedly ran to her meadow. She came running, stood in the middle, said:
Play, pipe!
The pipe began to play, and at the same moment all the leaves in the clearing began to stir, began to turn, as if the wind had blown on them.
First, the youngest, curious berries, still quite green, looked out from under the leaves. Behind them were stuck out the heads of older berries - one cheek pink, the other white. Then the berries looked quite ripe - large and red. And finally from the very bottom appeared old berries, almost black, wet, fragrant, covered with yellow seeds.
And soon the whole clearing around Zhenya turned out to be strewn with berries that burned brightly in the sun and reached for the pipe.
Play, pipe, play! - Zhenya shouted. - Play faster!
The pipe began to play faster, and even more berries poured out - so many that the leaves under them did not become visible at all.
But Zhenya did not quit:
Play, pipe, play! Play faster!
The pipe began to play even faster, and the whole forest was filled with such a pleasant, agile ringing, as if it were not a forest, but a music box.
The bees stopped pushing the butterfly off the flower; the butterfly flapped its wings like a book; robin chicks peeped out of their light nest, which swayed in elderberry branches, and gaped yellow mouths in delight; the mushrooms climbed on tiptoe so as not to utter a single sound, and even the old pop-eyed dragonfly, known for its grumpy nature, stopped in the air, deeply delighted with the wonderful music.
"Now I'll start collecting!" - Zhenya thought, and was about to reach out to the largest and reddest berry, when she suddenly remembered that she had exchanged a jug for a pipe and now she has nowhere to put strawberries.
Oh, silly pipe! the girl cried angrily. - I have nowhere to put berries, and you played out. Shut up now!
Zhenya ran back to the old man boletus, a native forestry, and said:
Grandfather, and grandfather, give back my jug! I have nowhere to pick berries.
Well, - replies the old boletus - a native forest man, - I'll give you your jug, only you give back my pipe.
Zhenya gave the old man boletus, the indigenous forester his pipe, took her jug \u200b\u200band ran back to the clearing as soon as possible.
I came running, and there I couldn't see a single berry - only leaves. What a misfortune!
There is a pipe - there is not enough jug. How to be here?
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