Children's fairy tale overnight about the machine. Tales about the car. Modern fairy tales for children. What is a fairy tale

Once there was a BBB machine. Pope had a truck, but a mammaker. And they lived in the garage.
The machine BBB was very cheerful, loved to quickly ride along the paths and mischievously bibe. Dad Truck and Mom The car looked at her and rejoiced:
-What are you smart, the machine BBB! You ride quickly, the grate of everyone!

And once I went to walk the baty machine. She rushed, drove, and came to the station. Sees: stands on the rails of the train.

-In the train Du! - replied the train.
- I am a BBB machine. I know how to quickly ride, faster all!
-Yes? - Surprised by the Du-Doo and immediately suggested: - Come on the chairs!
- Look! - agreed Machine BBB.
The train groaned loudly:
- Du !!!
Then he began to puff:
-Huh-chuh-chuh !!!
Spinled with his huge wheels and rushed along the rails ...
BBB machine rushed to catch up. But only she moved to the rails, as he immediately began to jump on the sleepers and terribly bucked. So she failed to catch up with a train.

Upset the machine BBB and went further. Rides, and herself is surprised:
-How so? Pope with mom said that I drive quickly-quickly, faster than everyone. And the locomotive was overtake me?!
She rode, drove, and came to the river. Sees: floats on the steam river.
-Who are you? - asked the machine BBB.
-I'm boul-bulb! - answered the vapor).

- Look! - agreed parody.
He twisted his screw, and splashes flew in all directions. Then it rushed through the water, so the waves went!
The baty machine rushed to catch up with a steam, drove into the river, but immediately stuck and stuck. I had to push her back to the shore.

I went to the BBB machine further, all wet, and herself thinks:
-How so? Pope with mom said that I drive quickly-quickly, faster than all. And the locomotive was overtaken me and the shipment too ...
She rushed, drove, and came to the field. And in the field was the airfield. Sees: stands on the grass an airplane.
-Who are you? - asked the machine BBB.
-I-y-yu-y-y! - Aircraft replied, - and who are you?
- I am a BBB machine. I know how to quickly ride, faster all! Let's drive!
- Look! - agreed an airplane.
Included its motor, turned off propeller, roaming:
-You - y - y - u - y !!!
A strong wind rose here, clouds flew dust. The aircraft was accelerated, pulled off from the ground and flew into the sky, so that in a minute I was hiding from the eye - only it was seen! The machine BBB did not even come to his senses.

She went further. All upset.
-How so? Pope with mom said that I drive quickly-quickly, faster than everyone. And the train overtook me, the steamer overtook me, and I also overtake me ...
She rushed, drove, and came to the ditch. Sees: Works in the ditch Tractor.
-Who are you? - asked the machine BBB.
-Ith Tyr Tyr! And who are you?
- I am a BBB machine. I know how to quickly ride, faster all! Come on!
- Look!
Tractor Shearabel:
-Ter - tyr - tyr !!!
Touched by his caterpillar, the wings of the land flew from under them, and crawled along the ditch. And the battery car drove into the ditch and immediately stuck. Holded to her Tyr-tyr tractor, helped get out of the ditch ...

And she went home. All wet, dirty, unhappy. Rides and crying. We met her houses dad truck and mother car, and ask:
-What happened to you, the machine BBB? Why are you crying?
And she is:
-How don't they cry? You said that I drive quickly, quickly, faster. And the locomotive was overtaken me, the steamman was overtaken me, and I also overtook me too, and even the tractor overtook me.
Laughing here Mom with dad and say:
-Hug you, machine BBB! Do not you understand: why they overtook you. After all, the train rides the rails. Steamer floats on the river. Airplane flies in the sky. The tractor crashes through the dials. And the cars go along the paths. And along the tracks they drive quickly, quickly, faster than everyone!

Bi-bi was delighted, and rushed around around the garage and joyfully

Bibece !!!

Reviews

I am delighted with your typewriter! It is a pity that when I was small, there was no this fairy tale. But it's better late than ever. So I see how it looked, read with the pictures!

My main topic is poems for children. I will be glad if you read them. And this is just almost about the machine

Sincerely, Elena Albul.

Oh ... Lena! ... something I was ashamed ... I somehow got lost with the cyphyricks and did not notice your reck (yes even recently all from the Tekhon went more)

PARDON ME! This is not ignorant - the head is bad and clogged with all garbage))

Thank you very much) This is a fairy tale of oral creativity - without pictures - the son is still invented ... for the night (when you put it, in the dark, because the letters are not visible, so I had to invent)) Now he is inherited by her granddaughter)

Be sure to come to you (right now already night in the yard)! I love children's things - and even more so now I feel the need - just for the granddaughter something like .... Can I?!

All the best to you! Straight all everyone)

Once it took her help. That's how it was.

I learned the machine that the farthest store candies rarely delivered, such as she never tried. Day to the evening I knead. It would be possible to go tomorrow for candies, but I wanted hard today. She decided to go through the forest a short road. In the forest of raw after the rain, the wheels on wet grass slide, dropping. Hurry up, hurries the machine and suddenly pleased in the deep puddle, the bottom of which is filled with a viscous tina. Bogged down the machine on the very headlights, upset hard, but does not lose hope - thinks how to get out. And here hear: Tractor tahar, approaching. I was delighted, calling him to the rescue: "I pull me out, I'm late in the store, he will soon cling." The tractor was mumbled something under his breath and drove further. The machine was upset, remembered how one day the tractor, scattered and thoughtful in nature, lost a trailer with a valuable cargo, and she found and guarded all night ... So now in the forest gloomy and scary, as it was. Zyabko shutting down and firmly closed, she decided to build up to the morning.

Through the wind of the wind and the noise of the rain began heard the machine strange sounds: as if someone sang. By turning on the headlights, she saw the tractor, and next to him people tieting a towing cable. All were wet and dirty, but at the same time satisfied and happy. They rejoiced that they found their favorite and with the help of a tractor can help her out of the unpleasant situation. And sang the tractor about friendship and love, about candy, which he still managed to buy a typewriter, despite his nervousness and clumsiness, about the fact that good deeds are not forgotten, they increase and return to those who are good creating, who radiates heat And light!

P.S. This tale was the most beloved of my son in distant childhood. Now he became a serviceman, went in the footsteps of his father, brings up her daughter. My older daughter, like me, works at school by my deputy for scientific and methodological work, teaches history.

All my conscious life I compose poems for holidays, birthdays, even to the lessons to facilitate the memorization of definitions and wording:

If the body is strongly pressed on the support of il suspension,

This force is called very simple - this is the weight.

Body speed changed,

and the reason for this is power!

Negative charge -

positive happy!

Meeting the same brother

runs without county.

The weight of the fluid that the body

Sobody outstanding

Usually equal to power Archimedes

This is his merit and victory!

In metals, what is electric current?

Then electrons free stream!

The path is the length of the feature,

Along which you are going.

Inside the liquid there is pressure

Equally in all directions

But at the same level,

If deeper, the pressure is more.

If snow falls from the roof,

That head

Who in physics does not hear,

Why and why

All bodies fly to Earth,

And do not rush to heaven.

Without physical laws

Observing try myself!

pos. Shaikovka, Kirov district, Kaluga region

Masha and Okaya

Lived two girls in the world. One girl was called Masha, and the other is Zoyka. Masha loved to do everything. Herself eats soup. Same from a cup of milk drinks. The toys in the box cleans.

And Zoyka herself does not want anything and only says:

- Oh, I do not want! Oh, I can not! Oh, I will not! All "Oh" yes "Oh"! So, they began to call it not Zyukka, but the bike.

When can I cry?

Masha was crying in the morning.

Looked in the Cockerel window and says:

- Do not cry, Masha! In the morning I sing "Ku-Ku-ku", and you cry, I interfere with me.

I cried Masha during the day.

The grasshopper crashed out of herbs and says:

- Do not cry, Masha! All day I spend in the grass, and you cry - and no one hears me.

I cried Masha in the evening.

Specked out of the pond frogs.

- Do not cry, Masha! - They say frogs. - We love savory in the evening, and you interfere with us.

I cried Masha at night.

Fly from the Garden of Nightingale and sat down on the window.

- Do not cry, Masha! At night, I sing beautiful songs, and you interfere with me.

- And when will I cry? - asked Masha.

"And you never cry," Mom said. - After all, you're already a big girl.

Tale of the rude word "go"

Masha and Oke built a house from cubes.

Mouse came running and says:

- What a beautiful house! Can I live in it?

- Get out of here, a mouse! - said Oke with a rude voice.

Masha cry:

- Why did you drive a mouse? Mouse nice.

- And you too go, Masha! - said Oke with a rude voice.

Masha was offended and left.

Looked out the sun window.

- How are you not ashamed, Oke! - said the sun. - Masha - your girlfriend. Is it possible to say the girlfriend "Leave"?

Oke ran up to the window and shouted the sun:

- And you too go!

Nothing said the sun and left the sky somewhere. It became dark. It is completely dark. Fucking Oke into the forest. And in the forest, too dark. She walked Oke in the dark, almost fell into a large pit.

It was scary.

- Where are I going? - Poklaklasa Oke. - Where is my house? I so get straight to the gray wolf! Oh, no longer anyone I will say "Leave."

His sun of her words and took the sky. It became light and warm.

And here just goes Masha.

Okay was delighted, says:

- Go to me, Masha. Build a new home for a mouse. Let him live there.

Tale of an uncompatible mouse

One non-public mouse in the forest lived.

In the morning he did not tell anyone "Good morning." And in the evening, no one said "Good night."

All the beasts in the forest were angry. Do not want to be friends with him. Do not want to play with him. Berries do not treat.

Sad became a little mouse.

Early in the morning came running a mouse to Masha and says:

- Masha, Masha! How can I make up with all the beasts in the forest?

Masha told a mouse:

- In the morning you need to say everything "Good morning." And in the evening you need to say everything "Good night." And then everyone will be friends with you.

Ran a mouse to the hares. All the hares said "Good morning." Both dad, and mom, and grandparents, and grandfather, and a little bunny.

Higher smiled and gave a mouse with a carrot.

Ran a mouse to the proteins. All proteins said "Good morning." Both dad, and mom, grandparents, and grandfather, and even a small bobcon.

Squiries laughed, mouse praised.

Long run a mouse through the forest. All beasts, big and small, said "Good morning."

Ran a mouse to a forest bird. Sweet nest Forest bird at the highest pine tip.

- Good morning! - shouted a mouse.

- Good morning! - With all his might shouted a mouse.

Still does not hear his forest bird.

Nothing to do. We climbed a mouse on the pine.

It's hard to climb a mouse. Cling to the legs behind the bark, per branches. Floored past the white cloud.

- Good morning! - shouted with a mouse with white cloud.

- Good morning! - Quietly answered a white cloud.

Even above crawling a mouse. Flew past the plane.

- Good morning, plane! - shouted a mouse.

- Good morning! - Walking loudly a plane.

Finally got a mouse to the top of the tree.

- Good morning, Forest Bird! Said a mouse. - Oh, how long I got to you!

Forest bird laughed:

- Good night, mouse! Look, already dark. Already night has come. It's time to say "good night."

Of course, most often fairy tales about cars Read for boys. But no, nothing is surprising that girls are also very interested in similar stories. Because every modern child at least once in his life went to light car, or bus, or train, or tram. And, of course, every child knows what a bike, roller skates, scooter ...

Stories placed in this group occur with the most different species Transportation. Let me take a new look at the usual items around us.

Chapter 1. Acquaintance

I'm often asked for what I love my job? I do not even know ... To be honest, I like everything in it. I love the dragging, slightly sharp smell of machine oil, mixed with notes of gasoline and fresh tires. I love the roar of proper engines. When they come here, hoarse, quiet, such tired - it hurts on them; The heart breaks away from the pity of these sounds. But here, it takes quite a bit of time and the machine is beginning to sing, melodious and ringing, almost like birds.

My name is Aibolit, and yes, the greatest doctor who treated everyone from Hippopotes to the bunnies was my grandfather.

Oh, how many amazing stories I listened in my distant childhood about his life, about what countries he visited which wonderful animals cured. And, of course, my parents had no doubt that I would continue a family business and a doctor. But ... Most of all I loved the car.

I repaired my first toy typewriter when I was three years old. I remember, as she lay on the street in the rain, abandoned, all forgotten, with split half the body. I found it and brought home. And there I took the glue, paints and fixed the machine. It turned out very well. The machine immediately began to chase around me and thankfully signal.

I crushed my bike countless times, and other bicycles. It is truth to say, all bikes that were on my street. And on the neighboring. I do not know why they choose me from all the boys? Probably because I am the only one was ready to not only repair, but also listen to their numerous problems. And what could be the problems of transport? Different, and not always simple.

Here, for example, the other day, my ancient buddy came to me - Dumpling Kuzovich. Yes, yes, now I'm already a big uncle with harsh wrinkles on the forehead, but good green eyes. And now it comes to me not only bicycles and toy cars, but also the real adult workers. So, while I changed the wheel from the dump truck Kuzovich, he constantly told me how his owner is unfair to him - he chases all day for dusty and noisy construction sites. And the only one in the year Honored Vacation Summary Kuzovich spent locked in his garage, while might lie on the beach under a bright sun or ride in fragrant forests, listen to the singing of birds, and all in such a spirit.

But this is what!

This morning, I barely opened my eyes, I was informed that someone arrived by the name Karetkin.

I got out of bed, and as he was in pajamas, without even drinking coffee, headed into the workshop, which fortunately, held the garage of my own home.

Well, what do you think?!

This carriage turned out to be the most common carriage that separated from horses ( he see to be tired of always to be on the second roles) And demanded that I set the engine to him. What to attack! I began to explain the carriage that his uniqueness, so to speak, market value, precisely in that and is to be with horses. But he did not want to listen. I installed the motor to him all the same.

Chapter 2. The beginning of amazing events

As soon as I spread out the alarming carriage and sat down at a small table with curved legs by the window in the living room to drink the last morning coffee ... No, not so ...

As soon as I brought the mug with the last morning coffee to the mouth, the door was called. My housekeeper is a kind and already a little sloping lawn mower, immediately rushed to open.

At first I heard an unintended buzz from the street. I have never heard anything like that before. A second, the housekeeper called me:

- Sir, you are asked there. Case of emergency importance.

I put coffee back to the table and went out. Still in pajamas. What I saw behind the door was astounding me. Burning the street with its massive body, there was a real military aircraft in front of my house. I first have ever seen such only in the pictures, and in general I try to deal exclusively with the civilian.

- How can I serve? - I applied to the visitor, trying to hide the excitement.

- Allow me to introduce yourself - Lieutenant Colonel Flash, the Air Force of Gorgandy.

- Yeah ... Gorgandy ... - I tried in vain to remember the map where this state is. - How can I serve?

- We have an emergency. Several boring units of military equipment suffered in the Himalayas. You must immediately go there and do our best so that they again soared into the air!
I involuntarily chuckled (from indignation, of course), but immediately took himself in my hands and calmly explained the guest that I did not do the repair military equipment, Moreover, aircraft. But my opponent did not listen:

- I'm telling you, a matter of emergency importance! You must immediately go there with me!

"Why don't you just take one of the masters, which, surely it is better to deal with this problem?" Is there any master repairman specializing in aircraft in all of your city?

"You don't understand," the guest switched to a cry. But here one old woman leaned out of the window of the neighboring house and strictly shouted with my finger:

- Aibolit! From your jokes, I have a swarchlite TV! Be kind realize your business in your garage!

The fact is that my guest and in fact hurt by its wing of the power line, and every time he tried to express his thought, the wires trembled from his loud bass.

Apparently, like all the military, the guest with great reverence referred to the elders, and therefore he calmed down and continued almost with a whisper:

- You do not understand, the problem is not to find the masters. Of course, there are also repair shops in our country, and even the design bureau. The fact is that airplanes falling in the Himalayas refuse to return to normal life. They told me that the rest of their days will spend in the mountains, will comprehend the meaning of life away from civilization.

Probably, from these words, my face stretched out, exactly the zucchini, because, sudid himself, did you ever hear something similar in life?

Personally, I never!

Military aircraft - who voluntarily wish to spend the rest of life in the mountains. What are the monks from the Buddhist monastery? And what, sorry, they will be engaged there, if not flying? Radiation goats?

I really wanted to pin down myself. And if it were not for an old-year-old neighbor, who was still the furtively glanced on us through the curtains, I would have thought that I had all this.

Meanwhile, my new acquaintance continued:
- I recommended you as a person who knows how to find a common language with technique. Nowadays such a rarity. Gorgandy is a very rich country. You can count on a significant remuneration.

No, I never chased profit. And in general, work has always brought me joy. It's all about my patient housekeeper - a lawn mower. And also - in the garage-workshop, which would not hurt to update or even remove a separate building in which you can repair large-sized machines.

After thinking a little, I made a decision:
- Well, if you allow me to keep coffee and collect a suitcase, we can fly.

My new acquaintance was somehow embarrassed, and I felt some shortness:
- The fact is that any flights are prohibited over the Himalayas. I can deliver to you, maximum to the shores of India, and then you will have to get by our own way.

And things! We did not agree on such a scenario. After all, unlike my eminent grandfather, who treated patients with animals in Africa, and in the distant oceanic islands, and even in Antarctica, I never left my hometown. Yes, what is there, I even went to work in indoor slippers. About how from the coast of Industan to get to the Himalayas, did not have the slightest presentation. On the other hand, my father always said that the fate of each of us is spelled in advance in some big celestial books. Certainly happy and kind. Refuse the opportunity, it means to rewrite your book itself. And, because you can regret. Eh, was not ...

I returned to the living room, the volley swallowed the cooled coffee and went upstairs to collect things.

After an hour, a hefty supersonic strategic bomber-rocket-header with a wing of a changeable sweep (these details I learned later) I carried me away far away from my hometown. The one, where in an ordinary old house, with a lonely and a sloping lawn mower remained a lonely and sunbathing gasmower ...

Chapter 3. India. Acquaintance with Rickshaw

- Hey, buddy! Where do you need?

I opened my eyes. Around noisy and buzzed to an incredibility of a crowded city. Last night, when the plane took me here, it was dark around.

The lanterns were almost no burned, so I just found a free bench and fell on it until the morning. But with the first sunny rays of the streets filled with noise and gomon, in which human voices and sound sounds merged.

I needed a very strange creation. It looks like it was like an ordinary two-wheeled cart, which I use farmers in your farm. Only bye, instead of a horse in the cart, a person was harnessed.

Little dark Hindu. Ground and white.
- Who are you? - I turned in surprise to the cart (well, or to what could be called a cart).
"Wonderful you ...", "the cart snapped. - By profession, I Rickshaw, and on the father I am primarily given by Abhai Agiit Amar Aritia.

I preferred to call this creature just by profession.
"I need to go to Himalayas," I told him. - These are the mountains.
- in the course, - Rickshaw crushed. - I can deliver Mumbai to the railway station. From there walks the train to the city of Siliguri. This is just at the foot of the Himalayan Mountains.

The idea came to me in the soul, and therefore by paying a person pronounced in Rickshaw due to the amount, I flopped into a wagon, fascinating the whole my simple sacrifice.

On the way to the Mumbai Train Station, the word rickshaw without silent, talking about everything that came across on the way.
When I finally got to Mumbai Train Station, it seemed to me that I knew India is no worse than a hometown.

Chapter 4. Train - Ananda Nuri

It turned out that the train to the city of Siliguri at the foot of the Himalayan mountains takes no more than once a week. But it seems, luck was on my side. Today was exactly the very day. Before sending the train remained no more than an hour. True at the local office, I was informed that all the places are dismantled. But I, I do not upset at all, headed by direct move to the locomotive.

It was a pretty lost and tired of the aggregate. From the side it might seem that it is better not to pester with questions. But I still dared:
- Good day! - I told him.
"Good," he responded with a rare pleasant and soft voice. So soft that I even thought ... can't be!
- Sorry, what's your name? - I could not resist from the question, wanting to test my hypothesis.
"No one has previously asked me about it before," Lokomotiv revived, "but if you are interested in Ananda Nuri - my name."

And there is! I was not mistaken!
I, in turn, too, presented respectfully and told, from where and why arrived in Mumbai.
Locomotive Ananda Nuri, lies with a surprised look:
- So you mean not a tourist?
- Alas, I am a doctor if you can express it. Machine doctor.

So I already told you that I can find approach to the technique. And five minutes did not pass, as the locomotive began to tell me about his problems, about the laurels of the driver and how she was tired of the same route from year to year, while on Earth there are so many extraordinary, His notable places. And she had something smashed in a diesel oil system, but in the last technical inspection the master did not notice this and now Ananda Nuri suffered very much during the movement.

I pulled the glove from my hiking bag from my hiking suitcase, several special repair accessories and in two bills cured locomotive.
"I can't express in words, as I am grateful to you," she said with genuine Indian reverence. - Listen, what if you go right here, in the head of the train? There is no need to crowd along with all this ungrateful people in crowded wagons.

I did not say that I have no ticket in general and there is no ticket, and thanking a new acquaintance from the heart for the offer, alone threw my belongings into locomotive.

The train started moving. On the right and left railway paths Myriads were blocked by the Miriad of Unstable Buildings on Shalashi. Each of them crowded people. For the most part, these were hopping dark guys. But Rickshams already familiar to me were also met, and sometimes, cars came quite rarely. They sleeply in the dispersed train with their semi-shot headlights. I don't know what I thought about it, but the appearance of them was the burdensome.

Forty-six o'clock or two full days on the Indian railway together with the talkative until the impossibility of Ananda Nuri, and now I am already standing in the midst of a busy station in the city of Siliguri, and I need, as if the age-old guards of these places rise, Himalayan mountains are torn.
"Goodbye," I said good-natured with a locomotive for a farewell.
- Goodbye, kind doctor! - Spend me Ananda Nuri. - And let everything you want to fulfill in these great mountains will certainly be done.

Chapter 5. Bus - the rise begins.

Immediately behind the railway in a row there were buses. I approached them and politely asked about the path of their follow. It turned out that all of them were heading towards the Himalayas, that's just to the place I needed a place, none of them reached:

- You would not have come there, - noticed the most dilapidated and poorly scrolling bus. The paint on his roof was completely cut, one of the two doors was closed loosely, and the other was completely absent. I really wanted to help this poor fellow. But for the work of such complexity, I would have left at least a few days. Yes, and when we needed special tools.

Soon the drivers came up, I bought a ticket from one of them and climbing in the soul, terribly smelling a bobbin-buscis salon stared out the window.

Mountains surrounded us somehow suddenly. It seems that they just visited the horizon, but now they are already poured on both sides of the road, threatening that and look to crush us. The bus is going higher and higher. There is a siliguri, and a robust, and the herd of grazing cows, which are now similar to tiny points.

For many hours we drove along the winding mountain road. And when it began to try out, our car drip, shearabel, and so at once and rank in the middle of the road.
The crushed driver jumped out with screwdrivers in his hands and MiG climbed the bus to seek the cause of the breakdown. I also got a tears and, by walking the bus from the face, I looked in his headlights thirsty:

- Well, what, buddy, inspection, probably, was it for a long time?

- Eh-ehhe ... - The bus sighed deeply. - What is the inspection. For three years, I have been in disposal for three years ... if it were not for my faithful driver who does not eat and drinks and does not drink, but I will save everything to the details, I would have lying on welding now with other troubles.

I became so sorry for this bus, and his compassion owner, starving for his pet. I decided to prolong my journey on the way to aircraft and help them all. Fucking the driver who burned under the bus, I explained to him I am. Hearing it, he straightened to full height, and then began to bow to me, thanks to heaven, for presenteding with such a generous gift. I took all available items and began to work.

The whole night I went to breathe in this old unit a new life. When I finished, it was an early morning. All passengers, including the driver, slept peacefully on their seats. And only I did not sleep with the bus, but we discussed the changes for the circles of tea. More precisely, tea drank tea. He was supposed to be in advance in a hiking thermos, and the bus enjoyed the freshly filled fuel. He now and voice sounded quite differently:

"That's what I say to you, Aibolit," he said softly, with a notable hoarritus, is the place where you need to get away is far away from civilization. There are no cities or people. I have familiar courses that will agree to take you there. Guys, they, of course dyed, but bold.

Now, when we arrive in the village, I will bring you with them.

I sincerely thanked the bus for the help and rose to the salon to wake up the driver.

Chapter 6. Bicycles Kizi and Mukul

By noon, we got to the alpine villages. The air here was unusually fresh. In addition to our bus and another rusty car, there was no other transport here. I looked around, trying to understand what kind of bold guys were speeching when two small junior bicycles were riveted to the station with plated stickers from Zhwamy Ramami.
- ABOUT! So they! - joyfully stalked the bus. - Kizi! Mukule! Long time no see!
The bus and bicycles (which were not at the Verification, they were not so junns) exchanged mutual greetings. Then, Troy's eyes turned to me:

"Well, guys," the bus said (I didn't even know his name to learn), "help this small? He helped me great. I do not want such a person to kill in these mountains.
"We will be happy to help," the bicycles have shuffle. - But, only until the destination point we can not get. It is hurt high. There our wheels will have to be hard. But, honestly, as we can - erupt.
I painted up with the bus, immersed my things for one bike, and myself sat on the other and went further into the mountains. I confess you, I was a terrible panty.

Never noticed the fear of height or bad weather. Although, actually, how could I check it? At home, going down from the second floor to first? Yes, and observe a thunderstorm because of the window glass was not so scary. It is quite another thing with cliffs, with steep mountain gorges. And the thunderstorm on the pass, which is that and looked will split you like a chips.

My warmed and really turned out to be rare coup. We balanced on the edge of the abyss, as if circus rope. Stones, more and small, who have broken here are not one thousand years old, with a whistle flew out from under wheels Kizi and Mukula and, with a frightening speed rushed into the abyss. Just think, and in fact we could be!

Several cold nights we had to spend in the open sky. I slept on the crude land, underwing things under the head, and my tireless rooted drilled by the impenetrable MGLU with their headlights.

Incredible, once they managed to save me from an imminent death. In the midst of the night, the blow (it is necessary to pay properly of it) heard the topot of large paws. And although, an unknown tried to move as quieter as possible, his approach could not hurt from acute hearing. He woke me up with a moment and ordered me to keep behind them, while they and Kizi put forward their threatening needles from the wheels and prepared to keep the attack. It was no one else like the Himalayan Bear. No longer a bear, but not an adult bear.

On our happiness, the presentation of two angry and fearless youthful bicycles was surprised and even frightened it. The bear stood a little away, and then, not wanting to get involved in the battle with unknown creatures, left the ravis.

After that, I looked at my saviy completely different eyes. I even decided that when my entire adventure with fallen planes would end, then I will definitely return to a small Indian village, I will find bikes and generously thank them. You can, for example, to completely update them. Or remake in the most real electromopy. Or in general (if they, of course agree) to make self-deviating rickshaws from them.

I saked my idea a few days. Until the time it was not time to say goodbye. No matter how bravely were my new friends, but the time came. Feelings overwhelmed me and wanted to cry. But could I show the slack before such brave types?

We broke up on a rocky pass.
- Further by our wheels the way ordered, - Kizi told me, and the flour in confirmation of his words deeply sighed. - Take care of yourself! - They said to me.
- And you! - I replied. - Do not forget to lubricate chains on time. It is very important!

CHAPTER 7 Clearance

Bicycles have shown back, singing some kind of ringing the Indian song, and I went further up. Stones under my legs now and then crumbled. I clung to my hands for earth and, like strange four-legged creation, conquered impregnable impassable and non-complicated horizons. And in my head I somehow responded with a thin voice:

... and the mountains are all higher, and the mountains are all cooler,

and the mountains go under the very clouds.

Oh, if I do not come down.

If in the way the disappearance ... k. Chukovsky

Eh, I would see me now my legendary grandfather! I wonder what he would say?

All day I stormed one single mountain. When the forces in the end left me, I decided to make a halt. It was difficult to breed a fire at such a height due to the discharged air, and there was no firewood and in risen. So I just got bread from a backpack with cheese and a flask with water.

I barely opened my mouth and prepared to eat, how, because of the nearest boulder, someone's strange gray muzzle leaned. She greedily stared at my sandwich, and after a moment, the rest of the body seemed after the muzzle. It was an impartial dwelling goat, the inhabitant of the local mountains. Such as he can jump over the sheer rocks, and to pass even where other animals seem to have to be broken down.

The goat wanted to eat. This spoke all in his appearance. But, and after a whole day, the path was experiencing an unpleasant sucking feeling in the stomach. And, although, besides this, the sandwich in my backpack there were other supplies, there were few products.

Who knows how many more days I want to wander here alone? And then, the goat will certainly be able to find another food. Any roots and shoots, while my human hunger is not quenched.
Knowing that the goat does not understand me, I said out loud:
"You are, of course, I'm sorry, a friend, but I'm afraid you will have to look for a dinner in another place."

Imagine what was my wonder when the goat did not break to me, but answered. Usually, as we say - ordinary people:
- There was nothing to expect from you another. Greediness is clearly definition of all vices.
- How! - I am amazed, - are you saying?!
The goat was offended turned away and muttered:
- also to me, discovery. And you walk on two legs. What? Survected?

Of course, after such a discovery, I did not have anything to do how to invite a goat to divide my meal. In the end, the sandwich was great enough for me alone. Food we silently. More precisely, he chewed, and the goat just slipped the proposed goat, and pretended that his half was much less than mine (although I did it honestly).

While I chewed, a strange thought came to my mind.

After all, my grandfather, famous Aibolit perfectly understood the language and animals, and birds, and even insects. And by the way my father too. True, he said basically only with his dog like or pulling, and the rest of the animals treated more and more communicating with their owners.

As for me, in all my life I have never spoken with four-legged. And they did not speak with the fish. I did not say with the pigeons that were back daily - here in front of my window and did the view that it was not my house at all, and their pigeon, which I for some reason illegally occupied. With transport, it was quite different. I understood everything well, from roller skates to large dump trucks, and they understood me. And there was nothing unusual or mysterious about it. Before that moment, this impartial and dwelling goat appeared in my life.

- How much can this miserable sandwich? - violated my thoughts from a creamy opposite voice. The goat in all eyes watched pieces of bread and cheese, disappearing in the depths of my mouth.

I shrugged and answered nothing.
- Do you want, I will teach you one thing? - suggested a goat. - After that, you will always eat too quickly, like me.
I didn't seem like this idea that I was not so bad, so I was on my misfortune, I broke away from the meal for a minute and stared at the goat inquiringly.
"For a start," he began quietly, "you must feel tightly and think about what you're going to eat."
I obeyed.
"After that, count to three," the goat continued.
I counted.
"Now open your eyes," he ordered himself.
And I opened. But, of course, no sandwicher on my hand was no longer. As it was not near and goat. Such is the thing.

Chapter 8. Balloon

Another day to dinner, I finally took a vertex. From here, an extraordinary one, I would even say, to the trembling climbing view of the surrounding Razdar. Some mountains around the mountains. And, of course, no aircraft. According to my estimates, they were separated from them at least four days of the road.

Overcoming the top and stopping on a small rocky shelf, I suddenly saw something strange. Not far from me, in the cleft between the rocks, some multicolored rag dangled in the wind. With a more attentive review, I noticed that something like a bag or a basket is attached to the founding of this rag.
I went there and just a few minutes later, a tragic picture opened my eyes. Having hung over the frightened abyss, the edge of the cleft was lying the balloon. More precisely, what remains from him. Surely, the poor fellow stayed here for one year. Gondola lay on his side; From three sides, in it gaped the impressive size of the hole. Probably before landing, the design is pretty broken about the rocks. The slings were practically extended. Only miracle still held the balloon (the colored shell, which I first took for a piece of matter) and the gondola clutch.
"Hey," I knocked softly to the ball. - Are you alive, buddy?

Silence in the air hung silence. I was already prepared to remove the cap from my head and give the tribute to the untimely departed, but suddenly something is a creepy, she crashed and the ball answered quietly:

- It is difficult to believe it, but it seems alive.

It's incredible! Wonderful!

It turned out that the ball lies here much longer than I assumed. His negligent owner, avoiding a terrible catastrophe, threw his comrade, his faithful always patient and understanding the air friend to the mercy of fate.

And what a miracle that I was not lazy and captured from the house the whole repair kit in complete set! I was not difficult to patch, stick and consolidate everything that was required to fix.

Tired, but satisfied with the work done, by night, I already looked at the snowy mountain ridges, comfortably settled on the bottom of the gondola's heated waves. And the ball, grateful and touched to tears wonderful deliverance, told me extraordinary stories about his past adventures. Maybe after when I have a free minute, I will write them for you too.

It is necessary to say that with such a successful filing, we have made much earlier to the place where the aircraft from Gorgandy were hidden from the city bustle.

I will try to give you a seen in the colors, although it is hardly possible ...
Gray, immersed in a foggy mountain haze. Somewhere below, like a thin satin ribbon rises a river. A wonderful valley is extended to both sides of it - a green-brown gorge hidden from prying eyes and therefore, even more resembling a fabulous oasis. Something moves there below. Something big.

I took binoculars and attached it to my eyes, though, it was possible and not to do that. And there is! By violating the harmony of the untouched man of nature, airplanes were slowly moved along the valley.

I asked my air friend to go to the decline, and a few minutes later the balloon smoothly sank to the ground.
"I can wait for you," he suggested. - When do you plan to return?
- Not worth it. I think I will have to stay here for a few days.
I sincerely wished him happiness and further flights. On that we broke up. Incredible. Before that day, I saw balloons only on TV.

Chapter 9. Disappeared aircraft

When the ball flew away, I went to the aircraft. Those, although they noticed me - a stranger, but did not appease and continued to marvelly to wagon on the blooming valley, leaving deeply dents from their wheels on the fatty soil.
— Good day You, - I shook fun. But the aircraft just followed me and, without stopping, shoved somewhere.

I ran after them. It is also good that they moved slowly, I would not catch them for anything. And in general, is it possible to compete in speed with the military?

At the edge of the valley, in one of the rocks was cleft. Such a huge thing that there could be a car, train, and even a plane could easier. One after another, the aircraft were hidden in the black hole, and the buzz from their motors echoed out out, breaking the air with its unnatural lever for these places.

When I finally reached cleft, I was worth a considerable effort, overcome my fear of unknown, darkness and closed spaces. Without thinking about it for a long time, I entered the arch of the huge stone "home". As I moved further and further deep into the cave, the daylight was becoming more dissipated. Soon the blades shrouded me, and only the disintegration of somewhere muted hiss served me as a reference point.

There was quite a lot of time before I went out into the spacious lighted hall. In front of me, like primitive man-creatures in the circle were planes. In the midst of them, the flames and the flames were buried his scarlet languages-shadow on the walls and the sore ceiling. Yes, from such a normal two-headed may be headed.
I did not want to break their ritual. But, on the other hand, stand quietly was simply indecent.

I coughed:
- Kh-Kh ...

No reaction Then again. Again, no plane paid attention to me. Then I scored more than more air and shouted.

There all airplanes turned around and stared at me in surprise.
"Good afternoon," I said, embarrassed. - You have a coat here.

One of the aircraft, according to the species oldest, slowly drove me towards:
- Why did you come here, a man? Since you found this place, I must certainly know that people do not like here. This is the only place on the whole globe, where the technique itself chooses his destiny.

"Yes," I unwittingly scratched the head. " - I know that I know. I, in fact, before arrived. This, whether you know somehow strange ... Military planes are born to fly and serve, - but the plane did not give me to finish.
"You, like the rest of people too self-confident and consider what is entitled to make a choice for others." Airplanes are born to fly, cars - to ride, ships - to swim. But, did anyone ever tried to find out what the inventions themselves want? What if the ship wants to takelets or swim along the river? No, it is too difficult and unnatural in order to fit in your primitive human brain! - He practically shouted the last words, so that a selection of the cave fell several passionic stone blocks.

I involuntarily enjoyed. It seems that these aircraft are crazy. Hardly they will be able to convince something.
"Sorry," I said, "I'm probably better to leave." Do not worry, I will find the way out myself, - I backed up with these words, but another plane immediately blocked the way.
"You saw too much," said old plane. "We can't let you go and tell about our lives to other people." You will have to stay here forever.

Such a prospect did not particularly delight me. Yes, what is happening there - I was terribly scared. I wanted to run, but did human legs be able to compete in speeds with aircraft, even if you are crazy?
"Old man" (I didn't know anyone else's name) I ordered me to take me to the dungeon. She became a raw and dark cave, the size of no more bathroom, separated from the outside world by some kind of hardware instead of the door. Although, to be honest, I would not run away, even if the doors were not at all. My dwarf was so far from entering the cave, but he kept me for so long, overcoming numerous turns and halls that at the end I was completely confused and did not know where I was.

My wondered was a completely young plane, which by the form of hardly departed its first one hundred thousand air miles. That's just his eyes were very sad, and at all they did not fit the one who gained the meaning of life and found their true vocation. I tried to talk to him, but the plane did not answer anything and drove away.

Left alone, I sat on the stone floor, closed my eyes and immediately fell asleep from fatigue. I dreamed of an amazing dream, in which I was sitting in my cozy chair, in my living room and drank my favorite fresh coffee, cooked by my housekeeper - a lawn mower. In the window I saw the car driven down the street. Having noticed me, they all slowed down, they were friendly and drove on their affairs. Suddenly everyone began to change around. My house, together with all the furniture, turned into a cold stony cave, on the street instead of cars drove planes, ships flew in the sky, and the Eppton River River in our city, passenger cars floated one after another.

I woke up. One. All in the same cave. Memories of the latest events, forced me to take a deep breath. What happened to my quiet cozy life over the past few days?

Suddenly, I heard some kind of noise. He became louder and louder. Finally, the door of my dungeon opened and an airplane appeared on the threshold. The one that led me here. More precisely, the wheels were placed on the door. He himself could not fit into a tiny room.
Still silently, he pushed me a plate with some green beans.
I guessed that this is food for me. If so, then everything is not too bad. They do not want to climb me hunger. So, not all is lost.
- Can I have water? - I asked, trying to speak, as you can friendly.
The plane heard my request and retired. After some time, he returned with a huge barrel, to the top filled with purest key water. He was already going to remove when I spoke, trying to pull my loneliness at least to deprive:
- What's your name? - But, of course, the answer was not followed.
- Are you from Gorgandy? - I did not learn. - A wonderful country, probably, although I do not remember that we studied it in the lessons of geography. I Aibolit, Car Doctor. Well, the truth is not a doctor, but a mechanic, but in memory of my famous grandfather, I was called that.
The last of my words made a strange action. The plane bent and looked at the door in surprise, as if wishing to determine if I was not handing. After that, he retired, and after a few minutes they came for me.

Chapter 10. Terrible Mystery of Gorgandy

We returned to the hall. The one where I first saw the accumulation of aircraft-creatures in front of fire. They were again assembly. Just looked at me quite differently. The oldest one of them turned to me:
- When you appeared here, we could not think that they were not talking to an ordinary two-leg, but with the great Aibolit. There are legends about you in our circles.

You see, everyone is nice to hear about yourself. And the fact that the "old man" said later, then how I praised me, could not not increase my self-esteem. Acknowledge, I even got along slightly, almost forgetting about the night spent in a stone prison.
"You have to help us," the plane finished his long speech. - The fate itself sent you here.
- Yes, but what should I do? - I got very curious.
- You must give us immortality.
After that, the plane told me a strange story. One of those, which even moms do not come up with to thrash their surrounding and unwilling to fall asleep children.

Gorgandy is a wonderful sunny country, off the coast of the Mediterranean Sea. There is so good all year round that even birds do not fly to wintering edges, cars go through the streets so slowly that they have time to wish each other a pleasant day on the go, and boats moored in coastal waters sing excitement and mental songs .

And so, in all this magnificence, grace and prosper, on the outskirts of the state, where the foggy mountains begin with a cemetery. The cemetery of old and unnecessary technology. Those who are still alive, but can no longer bring people benefits. Some can take care of themselves, mining food, help others. But most just slowly dying. And this is the most terrible, the most painful death, which you can imagine only. From the rains, the technique is covered with rust and stands so as long as its heart - the motor will not come to complete dissent. After that - the end.
The very first aircraft who escaped from Gorgandy was the old one who served faith and the true state of Turan-135. The place it he found quite by chance, flying over the Himalayas, in the hope that he will end the fuel, and he will break the sharp rocks. For there is no more decent death for a military aircraft. Having done a small stop here, Turan-135 realized that she no longer wants to rise into the air. With the help of a built-in local service, he informed his loved ones so that they did not look for it. Remembering this "old man" sighed heavily and a large oily tear rolled through his gray shabby metal case.

But everything turned out not so simple. Day after day and month after a month, the units of combat and civilian equipment, who taught his a century, continued to send to the cemetery. The fear of the painful death covered everyone, from simple toasters and a coffee grinder to hefty combat aircraft.

And once, the young aircraft intern of Corp-1708, for the hundredth time, studying the message of his teacher and mentor, accidentally discovered the coordinates of his location. He told about it with other aircraft and once again after the completion of the battle operation, they are all, instead of returning back to Gorgordia, made an unplanned stop here in Himalayas. Turan-135 The first time was still trying to persuade them to return home, but the planes are all as one told that they do not want to live in anticipation of a terrible death. It is better here, away from cruel and ruthless people to graduate from their age.

"And now," Turan - 135 summarized his story, "the fate itself made us a gift and gave a second chance." You - Aibolit will make us immortal, and only then we will return back to your homeland.
I was so struck heard that I did not find words to answer. Yes, I was a master of my business. For my short life I had the opportunity to literally return from the world the most rare and, it would seem that inappropriate treatment of the car. I could disassemble the breakdown of any complexity, regardless of whether it was a hefty Mahina, like aircraft or tiny machine from tobacker. But immortality ... Each thing on this land has its time. I was a pity planes. It is a pity that their state, with all his visible well-being, led himself so cruelly in relation to those who have swept away every day, overcoming the laws of earthly agony, who died, do not regret himself during dangerous tasks. But I was not omnipotent.

For the response required time. I understood that every word I had said, it would be put on my own best and evil scales. Now there can be no third: or airplanes will leave their privacy and return home with me, or we will all forever stay here to kill in this consecutive launch.

But suddenly, so, probably, it happens only in fairy tales, I was visited by a brilliant idea:
- Listen, "I started carefully," but don't you know what disposal is? Do not find the second life of things that are no longer used, but can serve another, more noble goal?
- What are you talking about? - vividly asked me Turan-135.
- I am talking about garbage processing. In the world, there are almost no places left for which you speak. This cemetery is simply a landfill, takes extra kilometers from your state. And, as far as I understand, Gorgady is not so great. Total need to build a garbage processing plant and then each of you, after the expiration date, will be able to become something else. Something new and helpful. So you will find true immortality.
Full silence reigned. It seemed that the planes did not breathe. I do not know how much silent silence has been launched. But, suddenly someone shouted:
- Glory - Glory Aibolita!

And he was immediately supported by hundreds of other votes: Urra !!! He is young! GENIUS!
***
Do you need to tell you about how I spent the next four days in the Himalayas? Well, first, I reread everything to one aircraft. Now, each of them, despite the long stay in Dali from civilization, could stand the long flight to Gorgandy. And even the old Turan-135 felt unusually young.

Secondly, using the system of internal radio communication, I contacted the lieutenant colonel and reported to him, under what conditions the planes are ready to return. He promised to discuss it with his leadership, and in the evening I was waiting for us a pleasant surprise. It turned out that in Gorgandy did not even suspect the problem that had long worried about the technique. But now, having learned about it, at the general meeting decided to start building the largest and modern garbage processing enterprise, which only have been in history. Special builds of the temporary stay will be opened at the enterprise, where the technique will be able to wait for its recycling queue. But, the main thing - everyone will be able to choose who it is he who wants to become in the future life.

It was a victory. My personally, and our overseas with airplanes.
Four days later we left the snow-covered Himalayas and headed to Gorgandia, where we were encountered as real heroes.

Epilogue

I returned home only three months later. It was not easy to throw their new friends. But the housekeeper is a lawn mower, it also called me, reporting that customers led by the carriage already known to you, literally occupy my home and do not want to look for a new mechanic.

All the next week I worked without raising my heads. And so tired, which has already begun to think about returning to a secluded valley, placed between impregnable mountain peaks. But, to my great joy, Silence came to the day of Thanksgiving. My customers, as usual, went on holidays who are. And I have left at least four days of free existence. I do not even know, probably, now I will go and run at the memoirs. I will describe for you everything in detail, starting from the moment the Lieutenant Colonel Flash, the Air Forces of Gorgandy knocked on the door of my house. In my opinion, the story will be released. What do you think?

P.S. In the future, summer I am waiting for a visit to Kizi and Mukula. I really want to make real steep trees from these guys. Or even mopeds. Only this is the surprise. See, do not waiver. TZSSS ... ..

Tale about the train

Lonely car

At the station, from where in different directions, long formulations left, a lonely trailer was standing. The name of his Mitya. He did not remember himself, as it happened that he was chosen from the train. Leaning, other wagons, held together for his boyfriend and shouted to Mitya fun:
- Cheer up! Someone take you!
But Mitya did not believe. Just sadly watched and sighed.

Once some passenger confused Mitu with a train, sent to distant Dali. The passenger climbed into it, got comfortably from the window and began to wait. He waited long. Sugged, crackle. At first put the right leg on the left, then the left on the right. But, since Mitya stood motionless, the passenger asked him:
- Tell me, when will we finally go to the road?

Mitya sighed and said that he was just unfolded from the car. The passenger apologized and went to look for his train.
Another time, some boys played the station in hide and seek. Of course, everyone knows everyone - what to indulge in the railway tracks is very dangerous. But these boys were balob, and therefore they were very happy when a lone carriage was discovered.
The boys hid behind Mitiny seats, giggles, and from this the trailer was not so sad. But, soon the duty officer at the station saw the boys and strictly ordered them to free the car.

It was an early spring morning when the young worker came to the station. Wonderfully chirped birds, green grass and gently shone the sun. The driver sweetly reached out, wished all trains of good morning and was already going to sit down in the locomotive, as suddenly he got sad to his eyes.

"What? - thought the painner of Boris. "No one should be sad on such a beautiful day."
- What's your name? He asked the car.
"Mitya," he said quietly.
- Why are you sad?
"Because I have been standing here alone here, and no one wants to take me to himself," Mitya honestly admitted.
"Fore order," Borya said, and immediately shouted cheerfully, "Listen!" Do you want to go along with my train in distant Dali? Excess car will never hurt!

Mitya could not believe his happiness. He was so lucky that he had even forgotten words first.
"Yes, you don't be afraid," Boria's driver encouraged him, "my cars are humble. They will gladly take you to our team!
So Mitya found his team with whom he went everywhere and everywhere.

Unusual fuel

Once the train included in which the Mitya trailer was and for a long time driving around the railway, and the stations did not come across. The painter Boria has already become worried:
"If we do not regrehest soon," he said to his cars, "we can not get to the destination."

All wagons began to look closely around in search of some city or village. But all the dense forests stretched around. When everyone almost lost hope, the trees unexpectedly broke up and a small village arose on the way.
- Full stop! - shouted the driver, and the wagons are in a friendly move, and then stopped at all.

Boria went to Perron. To meet him from the station, a small old old man with a white beard is moved to the knees, in the lime felt boots and embroidered with bright patterns of the shirt.
- Welcome to the village of Lapotkino! - said the old man loudly and bowed Bore and the whole train. The train spent loudly in response.
- Hello! Said the painor Boris. - We fell into a difficult situation. We have fuel, and to another settlement Ride still very far. Could you help us?
- Help? - An old man scratched a gray head. - Yes, what do we have fuel huff? We did not see him.
Boria sighed heavily, realizing that, probably, they would not be able to reach the destination.

Meanwhile, the Mitya's trailer, who was standing at the very end of the composition, who had not even entered the village, admired the beauty of the surrounding forest. He saw that the whole forest bed was covered with dry fir bumps, which everyone fell and fell from the trees. And suddenly Mita came to the wonderful thought:
- Boria! He shouted. - And what if you refue these cones?
The painter Boris looked around, and the old man with a smile remarked:
- Yes, this good we have a hollow tube!

All residents of the village MiG poured out of their homes and began to collect cones. They worked together, and therefore everything was ready soon. When the train silenced with its wheels on custinous fuel, in the air there was an unusually fresh fragrance.

Passengers happily slammed into his hands, and the locomotive earned even faster than before, and all the cars, helping him, added a move. The train arrived at the destination on time, and Boria handcraft Mith the first premium icon for a special smelter.

Friendship can be all

Once in the composition with which the Mitya trailer went and a quarrel happened. No one has not even remembered why it all started. Much more important was that now all the cars did not speak with each other. At first, the worker tried to reconcile them. He came up with different fun games, fought friendly songs and used all reconciliation methods known to him. But he did nothing so.

Wagons were very proud. None of them wanted to first put up with others.

At this time, the train was sent to one remote village.
Mitya's trailer, which, as always rode the last, very much wanted to help the driver to reconcile the rest. He thought so that he did not notice how the train went to a narrow bridge over the ravine. Here it was necessary to especially closely follow the paths. But Mitya did not follow, and therefore unexpectedly came down from the rails.

And now Mitya is already hanging the tax with the ravine, and only a fragile clutch with a subsequent car holds it from falling.
- Stop Machine! - shouted the painner of the Boris.
He jumped out of the locomotive and looked at Mitu in despair. But I could not approach him. The bridge was very narrow. Then Boria began to give commands to the teams:
- pulled yourself! Smooth move! Stop! Newly, and together, once ...!

But the wagons worked not excellent, and therefore they did not work. The painter Boris cooked foot:
- Because of your quarrel, we can't even help your companion! If you do not make it right now, Mitya's trailer can fall and crash!

Everything is guilty of the eyes lowered. And the old locomotive, which was the most wise said:
"Friends, forgive me if I hurt you something."
The car, located behind the locomotive, also said:
- And forgive me. I was wrong.

Each next wagon on the chain asked for forgiveness from his friends, and when they all obeyed what was not remembered, the driver said:
- That's much better. It does not have to wait for the pride of goodness. And now let's try again.

After reconciliation, the cars were drunk, gathered and smoothly pulled Mitu.

Everyone was very happy. The train went on to the stated station. And Mitya's trailer was driving behind everyone and Schitrenko smiled.

Guys, what do you think, why?

Last but not much

Once the train arrived at the large station. Here the great many passengers crowded on the platform. All of them impatiently squeezed their baggage and very much wanted to grasp the wagons as soon as possible.

Already only the doors opened, people, pushing and overtaking each other began to climb inside. When all the unheck appeared on the platform on the platform. He was already late, and therefore it rushed so quickly that the hairpieces on his head were dispersed and now looked like a weed club.
- Give me my place! - It is important to shook the uncle.
- There are free places only in the last car, "they told him, and the trailer

Mitya joyfully opened his doors before unheated.
"I don't want to sit in the last car," said Uncle hurt. - I need the first car, or, as a last resort, the second.
"But there everything has long been busy," answered him again.

I had to join the last car. He sat down on a free place, displeasantly looking around and buried in the newspaper.

After some time the train went to the seashore. The wind rose, mighty waves jumbled at the sea. The windows of all wagons were widely open, when one big wave came up and covered the wagons. Passengers sitting in them turned out to be wet from head to feet. Mitya, the last latter, saw that she was going on ahead and started his windows in time. Only his passengers and remained dry.

At the nearest station, wet and unhappy people began to leave the wagons and complain to each other.

The late uncle also went out at the station to breathe fresh air and only now I understood how lucky he was. He came up to the trap Mita and said:
"Now I realized that it doesn't really mean to be the worst." Thank you very much for a wonderful trip.
Mitya Fun Drinks:
- Pyh-puffy!

Behold! Chesttopad!

Standing golden autumn. In the fall, nature seems especially beautiful. On the trees hang multicolored leaflets - red, yellow, orange. But the green color is in no hurry to leave this palette.

The train was driving at a long-distance station, through such autumn colorful forests. Everyone had a wonderful mood. Someone from the passengers of the Miti trailer even played the accordion.

Suddenly, something with a crash hit the roof of the car. Time. Another time. And then rolled with a hail, so that the Mitya and other cars trembled:
- Oh! Mommy! Patiently!

The painter Boris gave the team: " Full Back! ".
When the train was back, the shelling stopped.
- What is it? - Passengers asked surprise in surprise.

The painter Boris began to the head of the train and looked carefully forward. Only now he began to understand, "who" shot them in them. Right at the rate, on both sides of the railway tracks grew brown trees. Ripe heavy chestnuts hung on them exactly apples on the branch. From the loud knocking of the trains, the earth, and with her and trees, came into motion, and chestnuts flew.

Boria wanted to once again smoke a dangerous place, but the cars protested:
- Will not go! We do not want to fill in a hundred cones at once!
The driver, and with him and passengers were confused. Do they really have to stand here until the winter here and wait until all the chestnuts fall?

But then the Mitya trailer suggested:
- And let's go beyond the proteins? They certainly need to make reserves for the winter.

Here let me go here and make your billets.
In the car number three just drove a biologist who knew the language of the protein. He volunteered to be a translator, and now, after an hour, the train headed by the Borean engine, brought so much protein from other stations that passengers sitting in the wagons had to be sighted. Squirrels MiG pounced on delicacies and scored their lumps to failure. Not a single surpassed chestnut left! Then they were drained at home, and the train continued his journey safely.

Mitya trailer received another icon for a special smelter.

Caution, cows

Once, driving around the evergreen alpine meadows, the train stumbled upon cows. Animals stood straight on the rails and chewed juicy young grass. When the painter Borola poured into his beep, the cows were only surprised to raise their heads, as if wishing to check who was bothering them.
They looked angrily:
- Mu-U-U-y!
But from the road, never left.

"We'll have to wait until the cows leave themselves," the painner of Boris sighed. - If the passengers learn about it, they will write a complaint.

The tramp of Mity really did not want to complain passengers. And then he said loudly:
- Eh! What a beauty around! How many colors and healing herbs! And what is clean air here! What a pity that we can not make a small stop and stay here longer.

Passengers heard him, and some uncle spoke:
- And in fact, it would be very great to stay in these alpine meadows at least on an hour.

And some old woman sighed:
- I never walked in my life in such beauty. Maybe I'm not walked.
And some children began to capricious:
- Ho-Tim Gu-stand! Ho-Tim Gu-Tow!

And their parents also cried them. All passengers began to ask the driver at least to make a stop in such a wonderful place. And of course, the painter Boria replied that they could walk as much as you like. And about the fact that the train can not drive at all because of the cows, silent.

Passengers walked to a deep night, and returned only when the cows went to sleep. And everyone was very happy.

Unusual passengers

The case was in September. All children went to school, and one collective farm decided to ship his horses far-far to the south, to the resort. Because animals, because they should rest at the resorts!
In one day, a paintorist Boris at the station came to his train and sees: sit in the horse's cars, the muzzles were fused and breathe fresh air.
- What else is it? - he asks.
- This is, - answer him - your new passengers. - Carry them south, to the resort. Yes, look, do not forget to graze on the road. Because horses need to eat.
I got a driver to my locomotive and drove:
- Tu-Tu-U-U-y !!! - The train went rude.
- And-go! - Rusted the horse in response.

Here, time passes, the horses are not happy. They are unusual to the railway. From the smell of the train and sculp them. Began to ask for a stop. There is nothing to do, they stopped. Horses crashed, then again on cars and on the road. Just drove off - again the stop is asked. And just once a hundred.
- Well, says the driver, "So we do not swarm with you. By winter, it will be taken to your south.

Then Mitya car offers:
- Since the horses are bad in the wagons, let go on the roof. There and the air fresh and leaflets from the trees can be cut when we are going through the forest.
This idea really liked the machine. They put all the horses on the cars, tied ropes, so as not to fall, and went. Not very fast, but not so slowly, as with all stops.
South arrived on time. The Mitu's Wagon again praised.

Train Day

There are important holidays in the world. New Year, for example, or birthday. There are special holidays - a doctor's day, Teacher's Day, Militiaman's Day. There is only a day of the train. But, if you think that the work of the trains is light - ride yourself all year round where you want, enjoy the views - then everything is not like that! The train is what? That's right - wagons and locomotive. And another driver, but he has his holiday - the day of the railway worker is called. Wagons are carrying passengers, they will ensure that everyone liked everyone, did not swing strongly, did not blow so that no one missed his station. Wheel instead of cars, say, carts on the rope or sleigh - there is already a completely different conversation. And cars are cars. They are important!

This is somehow once in the depot, during a long break, the wagons talked:
- Why don't it be congratulated on us? - said one car.
- In fact, others are given to others and gifts are given, and the good words praise, and wish something there, and we are always aside, they picked up others.
Someone suggested, - and let's offended and do not go to work, until we congratulate us too?

I really liked this idea, and the wagons from this minute decided to arrange a strike.

The trailer of Mitya was sad because the next day did not go anywhere. He loved his work very much, but even more he loved the good engineist Bore, who probably would be very upset when he learns about the strike.

And then Mitya's trailer came up with a big holiday for his comrades, and call him the day of the train.

Help him agreed some particularly grateful passengers. They drew big greeting posters, bought clappers and balls. And at night, when all the wagons slept, the passengers came with rags and buckets and clean the floors, and the windows and even the walls of the whole train. The next morning was shining cleanliness.
The cars woke up, and they scream from all sides:
- Congratulations! Happy train !!! Urrra !!!

That's joy! Everyone was satisfied, and the strike immediately stopped.

Tale running Mitenka! Run!

Little Mitenka walked with his grandmother on the playground. Other guys were walking here. Each of them had their own car. Mitenki has a small toy truck. The guys descended the cars from the children's slides, they gained sand, small twigs and pebbles in them, rolled the cars in a predetermined highway and then dumped the goods into the general bunch. It was very cool. Before those while Mitenkina did not fall off the wheel. The attachment sat down on the ground and roared to the whole voice:

- Ba-bu-s-ka! Ba-b-s-ka!

A live grandmother in a colorful handkerchie jumped on a shout from the shop
- run, Mitenka! Run! - screamed the old woman.
She rushed to the face to his grandchildren and in the blink of an eye, repaired the broken wheel. Mitenka began to play on.

Here is the third grader of Mitenka riding his bike in the yard surrounded by friends. He is so fun, the wind flies his curly red hair. Somewhere loudly laid homeless dogs, but the boys do not care, because their holidays are the fun and carefree in the light of the time.

Suddenly, the Mitenkina bike falls off the wheel. The boy stops and shouts in all the throat with a singement ring voice:
- Grandmother! Grandmother!

From the window of a neighboring house, the old women head in the colorful handkerchief:
- run, Mitenka! Run! - She shouts, and in a second with a screwdriver and some other nippers, grandma pops out of the wicket at home. She will be visible lively and screws off the veil wheel back to the bike. Mitenka sits on him and goes on to catch up with his comrades.

Now Mitenka is already completely adult. He is a student of the technical faculty. His beautiful thick mustache grows, on it a black biker jacket with rivets, a shiny helmet and dark glasses. And Mitena himself fastest wind rushes on his two-wheeled motorcycle. Suddenly, the motorcycle begins to puff, roar and snatch: pyugh-pyugh-fprrrrr ... It seems, he has a stalled motor. But it does not matter. Mitenka fade and shouts a loud bas for all the street:

- Grandmother! Grandmother!
- run, Mitenka! Run!

The old woman in the colorful handkerchie and a set of special tools in addition, immediately pops up on the road. It runs up to the motorcycle and drove the sleeves, begins to shock in it with some kind of screwdrivers, tweezers and other useful things. It does not pass and the hour, like a motorcycle again on the go, and Mitenka, as before it rushes on it to the unknown Dali.

Now Mitenka is a hefty pushed uncle in a strict suit with a diplomat. He rides on his new Mercedes on a very important business meeting. But suddenly, the Mitenkina car stalls the engine. EKA NOTUS! So you can not have time to meet! Mitenka comes out of Mercedes, with sadness looks on the wheel and a rude male voice yell:

- Grandmother! Grandmother!

From nowhere, the grandmother in colorful handkerchief appears:
- run, Mitenka! Run! - she shouts and rushes at full speed to Mercedes.

The grandmother is lucky behind a trolley in which all sorts of wisdom things are full. How else? After all, a foreign car is no simple screwdriver! Grandma opens the hood and is doing something long there.

- Fast, ba! - Her Mitenka hurts - Uncle, - I'll be late for an important meeting!

"Now, now," the grandmother sentences and turns the devils under the hood even faster. The machine is fixed and here, satisfied Mitenka rushes on the road on his road Mercedes.

For the next year, Mitenka with his family plan to fly to Turkey to the sea. Guess who he never will forget to take with him?

(Based on the television magazine "Yeralash")

Read a fairy tale about cars

San and Vanya sat on a bench and chatted her legs. They were very good because the school holidays began. Sansek ate chocolate Alenka, and Vanya had already ate his half and now only licked the dirty fingers.

Suddenly, to the house near which they sat drove up a black car. Such a model boys never seen before, although both were known connoisseurs in terms of cars. From the car was alone jumped up a silent guy, who was almost eighteen eighteen. He squeezedly slammed a new shiny door, and after entering the entrance from the back, it clicked on the alarm button. The boys were respectfully looked after him.

"Lucky lucky," Sanya muttered, swallowing the last piece of chocolate. - That's when I grow up, I also buy my car. Keepy.
"And I'll buy," Vanya picked up. - Such, so that I traveled and even the steering wheel was not needed.
Sanya chuckled:
- There are no such cars!
- Now does not happen, and when the growing already inves. And in general, I saw on TV that they are already tested.
- So where do you take money to such a car? - asked Sanya with interest.
- How where, earn of course. And you on your where?
- And I earn.

Here, from the neighboring house, a high school student Fedor came out. He had headphones in her ears, and in their hands - a new game console. Fedor managed, without looking down the steps, to bypass all the ditches and the pivots on the prehistoric asphalt and wrap around the corner of the house, without even looking at the guys.

Sanya immediately noticed:
- In my car, the game console will be. On all windshield. Press the button and instead of glass - a computer game. Racing, for example, or shooting.

Vanya doubted:
- But if the prefix will be on the glass, how are you going to steer?
"So you said that when we grow up, the cars will drive themselves."
- Well, yes, well, yes, "Vanya agreed.
The boys sat a little more, and then diverged home.

For dinner Sanya informed his parents that was going to buy a car. Dad, with all seriousness asked the son about the model, color, wheels and many other special, understandable only by the boys of the thing. And here Sanya told about the game console instead windshield. Dad offer approved. Added only that in such a smart and extremely useful car there should also be a device for the manufacture of sandwiches, and a quantic mechanism.

- And chevachko-confedsman, - Sanya's dreamily noticed.

Mom, who was silent all this time, suddenly noticed that it would be good for this car across a decorating and at the same time an apartment tidyer, because now it's a shame that for all the car is useful, but for her, the mom is useless.

Sanya reluctantly agreed. But here the dad said that he was happy to exchange his quantity mechanism for a money-based apparatus, which will certainly be very small and will be accurately less than the place than the hedgered and apartment tidyer. Sanya wanted to add something, but no one had listened to him. Mom and dad in vainly listed all that you need to install in it, a new car sanina.

At night, Sanah dreamed of a strange dream. On the road on a new black car, Vanya was driving an unknown model. He looked almost exactly like a silent parenchy, whom they saw during the day. Sanya was sluggishly flew behind him on a hefty shapeless unit, stuffed with a vacuum cleaner, a lawn mower, barrels with kvass and various other things. Paschers laughed and showed to the singe finger. He wanted to minimize from a busy street in somehow, but could not do it, because the glass suddenly turned into a computer game. Sanya wanted to slow down, but also could not. The car was controlled by itself, without pedals and steering wheel. Sanya shouted loudly, trying to call for the rescue and woke up.

At another morning, they met again with Vanya on the site. An unknown black car was still standing near the entrance. Vanya overlook the connoisseur several times went around her and said:

- No, the car is of course cool, but only I, when I grow up even better. - Without waiting for an answer, he asked himself, - and you, Sanchez, what kind of car do you want? Tags

We decided to build a car with Tanyushka. You might think it is so difficult? Moreover, we have already had a serious experience in the design of the technique. I lived on the tenth floor, and she was ninth, and her room was, just under my room. Now, since we took from my grandfather, several meters of rubber cord from my grandfather, stretched out of my window in her window, tied on a funnel on each side and turned out to be our phone. And, I must say, he worked properly. Moreover, even even home wired poles with wheels were rare. From our class there were only two guys.

So, the experience gained during the creation of your own telephone inspired us to more serious experiments. Just think about - how is it convenient to have a car? I wanted - sat down and drove, and you don't have to wait for the bus. Want - in the park, and you want - to the cottage. Freedom!
The main problem was not even in finding suitable materials. And in order to decide which machine to design.

Tanya claimed that for the convenience of convenience, the car should attach wings and a motor like a helicopter, because the roof is closer from us. We will take a runway there, get the keys from the fire hatch and will fly when we wish. But, I could not agree with such a recklessness. What if dad accidentally sees how we get out of the roof? What if the neighboring granks will notice us and will report to parents about everything? I really did not want to leaving the house under the castle ( even with your own phone!). As they say, the car is not a luxury, but a means of movement. So you need to do so ordinary A means of movement to go out into the street, and no one has shown with your finger.

Not far from our house in the former career were garages. Once, walking there, we found outdoor note Garage full of all kinds of fittings. Of course, if all this belonged to someone, we would never have taken a carnation for anything. But, my friends, if no one comes into the garage in five, and even in ten minutes - therefore, the owner does not exist at all! In short, we poured two wheels from there, with grief in half. Very heavy they were. And then two more. The wheels were dirty, so they had to hide them under the porch of the basement of our house.

Wheels for the car is ninety percent of success! It remains only to come up with that put on these wheels, how to fix what the steering wheel.
The original idea came not immediately. Her, oddly enough, suggested to us a four-year in the afternoon, from which we usually tried to hide anywhere, just not to mess with this melon. Wagon's tail walked behind his older brother Sasha, and since Sasha studied with us in the same class, and he also lived in the same yard, it turned out that we walked one large company without five minutes of third-graders, with Vovka in addition.

In the evening, a long discussion on the topic "Rights and freedoms of students of the younger School" took place near the slide. Becoming to the slippery path of the automotive industry, and the Tanyushka believed that the children would certainly be given documents allowing driving a car. Other guys, as always supported us. Someone suggested writing the petition unknown where. It was an excellent idea that we all had taken to develop. And the little woman, who, as always nearby, dragged from somewhere the cardboard box, sat down in it and began to play:

- BB! I am a driver! Divide, people!

And then I knew me exactly zipper! I looked at the Tanya. Her, it seems, also knocked.
- Box! - we cried, almost in a voice and rushed unknown where.

More precisely, it is known. There, where we donated the waste paper every summer, next to the sawmill. There were a lot, there are a lot of elderly boxes. Different boxes. Large and small, strong and almost softening.

We almost immediately found suitable for ourselves. It was a new box, of very dense cardboard. In such a box, I could easily fit and I, and Tanya, and someone else from the guys.

With this box, we returned to the basement, where they left their own wheels. We in the reserve there was one hour alone. Because exactly nine it was supposed to disperse at home, drink on a mug of milk with cookies, clean my teeth and go to sleep ( or pretend that we went to sleep).

Since trying to try your new invention to horror as I wanted today, we began to work very quickly. Found four robust hundreds, fastened on each side by the wheel, the cross is the cross, in order to get a robust base for the box. The stationery knife we \u200b\u200bcut the windows from the car, attached the steering wheel - round broken watches from the wall of Tanyushkina Kitchen ( by the way, about what they already Do not work, parents yet did not know) and rolled out our creation to the light of God.

The true master must calmly perceive criticism. Therefore, when we heard a neighbor from the first floor window headed: "Again, these children are collecting any trash!" - not taken to be offended. Let's wait until on Saturday morning it will stand at the stop by waiting for the country's bus, and we will go on it ... That is, on this ... In short, on our own car.

The sky was overcast. The next day passed rain, and the Tanya with disappointment noticed that the cardboard turns away from the water. But, like all the girls, she immediately answered her note:
- We must take a big raincoat and cover them our car. Then wobble.

I did not object against the rain.

We somehow did the car from the basement on the roadway, climbed inside and barely managed to pick up legs - the car rolled under the slope.
She rode quickly. Much faster than you could expect. Fresh summer breeze blinked into the windows. We felt absolutely happy! Probably, Gagarin was also happy when I performed my first flight into space.

There were no other machines nearby. They are not so much in our area at all. But, at the traffic light still stood one Zaporozhets. He had brakes. Our car is not. The steering wheel at the Zaporozhets rotated in different directions, and the wheels rotated. Our car wheel clock also rotated, that's just the wheels did not react to it. I do not know what this whole undertaking could turn into if our car suddenly did not fall off two wheels. We are different - the other wounded, but the clashes with the Zaporozhet still managed to avoid.

Think, after that, and we were upset with Tanyushka and diverged home? Everything is true, just first took with you two falling wheels and another two, which also very loosely kept on the horses. We barely barely dotolding them to their home. There was us and met the owner of a none garage.

... from that day I dream to move to a big city. Well, you know, let's say the garage was not worthwhile, and we accidentally took these wheels. From where, tell me, where did you get it from all over two hours about this?! Well, is it possible to root the initiatives of young people like that? No, in large cities, everything is wrong. There, if you took out somewhere four new ones ( as it turned out Tags

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A small fairy tale for the smallest about three fidget kittens and their fun adventures. Little children adore short stories with pictures, so, Tales of SUYEEV are so popular and loved! Three kitten read three kids - black, gray and ...

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The fairy tale about the hedgehog, as he walked at night and got lost in the fog. He fell into the river, but someone delivered him as shore. Magic was night! Hedgehog in the fog read thirty komarikov ran into the glade and played ...

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The fairy tale about hedgehog, hare and crows that could not share the last apple. Everyone wanted to assign him to himself. But a fair bear reasoned their dispute, and everyone got into pieces of delicacy ... An apple to read later ...

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