The story of the wild beast Snegirev. The world of my discoveries

Snegirev Gennady Yakovlevich

The Wonderful Boat (Stories)

Gennady Yakovlevich SNEGIREV

Wonderful boat

Stories

Wonderful boat

Camel mitten

Guinea pig

wild beast

Who plants the forest

Restless Ponytail

Chipmunk

Sly Chipmunk

Butterfly in the snow

Night bells

Beaver keeper

Beaver lodge

Beaver

In the reserve

Blueberry jam

Lake Azas

Camel dance

Forester Tilan

Sea carp

In Lankaran

Smart porcupine

Little monster

How a sparrow visited Kamchatka

Teddy bear whaler

Lampanidus

Inhabited island

Octopuses

Octopus

Brave stickleback

Sailor crustacean

Bear cubs from Kamchatka

For the first time

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WONDERFUL BOAT

I was tired of living in the city, and in the spring I went to the village to visit a fisherman I knew, Mikhei. Mikheev's house stood on the very bank of the Severka River.

As soon as it was light, Micah set off on a boat to go fishing. There were huge pikes in Severka. They kept all the fish at bay: they came across roaches straight from the pike’s mouth - the scales on their sides were torn off, as if they had been scratched by a comb.

Every year Micah threatened to go to the city for pike lures, but he just couldn’t get it together.

But one day Micah returned from the river angry, without fish. He silently dragged the boat into the burdocks, told me not to let the neighbor’s kids in, and went to town to get some lures.

I sat by the window and watched a wagtail run around the boat.

Then the wagtail flew away and the neighbor's guys approached the boat: Vitya and his sister Tanya. Vitya examined the boat and began to drag it towards the water. Tanya sucked her finger and looked at Vitya. Vitya shouted at her, and together they pushed the boat into the water.

Then I left the house and said that it was impossible to take the boat.

Why? - Vitya asked.

I didn't know why.

Because,” I said, “this boat is wonderful!”

Tanya took her finger out of her mouth.

Why is she wonderful?

We’ll just swim to the turn and back,” said Vitya.

It was a long way to the river turn, and while the guys swam back and forth, I kept coming up with something wonderful and surprising. An hour has passed. The guys came back, but I still couldn’t come up with anything.

Well, - Vitya asked, - why is she wonderful? A simple boat, it even ran aground once and is leaking!

Yes, why is she wonderful? - asked Tanya.

Didn't you notice anything? - I said, and I tried to quickly come up with something.

No, we didn’t notice anything,” Vitya said sarcastically.

Of course, nothing! - Tanya said angrily.

So, that means you didn’t notice anything? - I asked loudly, but I myself wanted to run away from the guys.

Vitya fell silent and began to remember. Tanya wrinkled her nose and also began to remember.

We saw traces of a heron in the sand,” Tanya said timidly.

We also saw it swimming, only its head sticking out of the water,” said Vitya.

Then they remembered that the water buckwheat had bloomed, and they also saw a white water lily bud under the water. Vitya told how a flock of fry jumped out of the water to escape the pike. And Tanya caught a big snail, and there was also a small snail sitting on the snail...

Isn't all this wonderful? - I asked.

Vitya thought and said:

Wonderful!

Tanya laughed and shouted:

How wonderful!

CAMEL MITTEN

My mother knitted me mittens, warm ones, made of sheep’s wool.

One mitten was already ready, but mom only knitted the second one halfway - there wasn’t enough wool for the rest. It’s cold outside, the whole yard is covered with snow, they don’t let me walk without mittens - they’re afraid that I’ll freeze my hands. I’m sitting by the window, watching the tits jumping on the birch tree, quarreling: they probably couldn’t share the bug. Mom said:

Wait until tomorrow: in the morning I’ll go to Aunt Dasha and ask for wool.

It’s good to say “see you tomorrow” to her when I want to go for a walk today! Uncle Fedya, the watchman, is coming from the yard towards us without mittens. But they don't let me in.

Uncle Fedya came in, shook off the snow with a broom and said:

Maria Ivanovna, they brought firewood there on camels. Will you take it? Good firewood, birch.

Mom got dressed and went with Uncle Fedya to look at the firewood, and I looked out of the window, I wanted to see the camels when they came out with the firewood.

Firewood was unloaded from one cart, the camel was taken out and tied at the fence. So big and shaggy. The humps are high, like hummocks in a swamp, and hang to one side. The camel's whole face is covered with frost, and he chews something with his lips all the time - probably he wants to spit.

I look at him, and I think: “Mom doesn’t have enough wool for mittens - it would be nice to cut the camel, just a little, so that it doesn’t freeze.”

I quickly put on my coat and felt boots. I found scissors in the chest of drawers, in the top drawer, where all sorts of threads and needles are, and went out into the yard. He walked up to the camel and stroked its side. The camel does nothing, just glances suspiciously and chews everything.

I climbed onto the shaft, and from the shaft I sat astride between the humps.

The camel turned to see who was fussing around there, but I was scared: he might spit on me or throw me to the ground. It's high!

I slowly took out the scissors and began to trim the front hump, not all of it, but the very top of the head, where there is more hair.

I trimmed a whole pocket and started cutting from the second hump so that the humps were even. And the camel turned to me, stretched out its neck and sniffed the felt boot.

I was very scared: I thought he would bite my leg, but he just licked the felt boot and chewed again.

I straightened the second hump, went down to the ground and ran quickly into the house. I cut off a piece of bread, salted it and took it to the camel because he gave me wool. The camel first licked the salt and then ate the bread.

At this time, my mother came, unloaded the firewood, took out the second camel, untied mine, and everyone left.

My mother started scolding me at home:

What are you doing? You'll catch a cold without a hat!

I actually forgot to put on my hat. I took the wool out of my pocket and showed it to my mother - a whole bunch, just like sheep's wool, only red.

Mom was surprised when I told her that the camel gave it to me.

Mom spun thread from this wool. It turned out to be a whole ball, it was enough to tie the mitten and there was still some left.

And now I go for walks in new mittens.

The left one is ordinary, and the right one is camel. She is half red, and when I look at her, I remember a camel.

I went for a walk in the forest. The forest is quiet, only sometimes you can hear the trees cracking from the frost.

The trees stand and do not move; there is a blanket of snow on the branches. I kicked the tree and a whole snowdrift fell on my head. I began to shake off the snow, and I saw a girl coming. The snow is up to her knees. She rests a little and walks away again, looking up at the trees, looking for something.

Girl, what are you looking for? - I ask.

The girl shuddered and looked at me:

I went out onto the path, I didn’t turn off the path into the forest, otherwise my felt boots were full of snow. I walked a little, my feet were cold. I went home.

On the way back I looked - again this girl in front of me along the path was walking quietly and crying. I caught up with her.

Why, I say, are you crying? Maybe I can help.

She looked at me, wiped away her tears and said:

Mom was airing the room, and Borka, the starling, flew out the window and flew into the forest. Now he will freeze at night!

Why were you silent before?

“I was afraid,” she says, “that you would catch Borka and take it for yourself.”

- If everyone tears the feathers of a peacock...

There was no one in the cage where the beavers live. Tanya stood for a long time, waiting, maybe the beaver would come out of the hole, but she never did. Beavers do not come out during the day.

And in one cage it was completely dark. Tanya thought that there was no one there, she took a closer look - two yellow eyes were burning in the darkness. It was an owl.

Tanya got scared, and she and her mother quickly went to the elephant.

The elephant lived in a large house with steps, it was hot, dark inside and smelled like a barn where cows live.

The elephant was having lunch. The watchman piled a whole heap of hay on him and brought him a bucket of carrots. The elephant carefully sniffed the carrot with its trunk and put it into its mouth. First he ate all the carrots, and then started eating the hay.

The watchman began to sweep away the remains of the hay, and the elephant pressed him against the wall. He asked him for carrots.

- Well, well, don’t spoil! - the watchman shouted and hit the elephant with a broom.

The elephant curled up its trunk and walked away.

Tanya was returning home with her mother.

– Why aren’t the elephants allowed into the kindergarten? He wants to take a walk in the sun.

“The elephant is old, and there are cold puddles in the garden.” “He’ll get his feet wet and catch a cold,” Mom said.

- What about the yaks?

– Yaks live high in the snowy mountains, they are accustomed to the cold. And the elephant was born in India, where it is always warm.

Tanya went to the window every morning and looked to see if there were still puddles in the yard.

And one day in May, when green leaves bloomed on the black trees, the ground dried up and a nettle butterfly flew into the yard, Tanya shouted:

- Mom, mom, the elephant is already walking!

There is sand around the station, and pine trees grow on the sand. The road here turns sharply to the north, and the locomotive always unexpectedly flies out from behind the hills.

Lubricants on duty are waiting for the train.

But the dog Zhulka comes out to meet him first. She sits on the sand and listens. The rails begin to hum, then tap. Zhulka runs to the side. The duty officer looks at Zhulka. He coughs and adjusts his red cap. The greasers clink the lids of their oil cans.

If the train comes from the north, Zhulka hides: people go on vacation on northern trains. The sailors jump out of the carriages with loud laughter and try to drag Zhulka to them. Zhulka is uncomfortable: she wags her tail, presses her ears and growls quietly.

Zhulka really wants to eat. There is chewing all around and it smells delicious. Zhulka is worried - the locomotive has already started humming, but she hasn’t been given anything yet. Often Zhulka was taken so far that she spent the whole day running home.

She ran past the houses where the switchmen live. They waved their flags goodbye to her. Then a big black dog chased her. In the forest, a girl was herding a goat and two kids. The kids were playing on the rails and did not obey the girl. After all, they can be crushed. The crook showed her teeth to them and growled, and the stupid goat wanted to butt her.

But the worst thing was running across the bridge. In the middle stood a soldier with a gun. He was guarding the bridge. Zhulka came closer to the soldier and began to suck up: she tucked her tail and crawled up to him on her belly. The soldier angrily stamped his foot on her. And Zhulka ran to her station without looking back.

“No,” she thought, “I will never approach a train again.”

But soon Zhulka forgot all this and began begging again.

One day she was taken very far, and she did not return back.

wild beast

Vera had a baby squirrel. His name was Ryzhik. He ran around the room, climbed onto the lampshade, sniffed the plates on the table, climbed on the back, sat on the shoulder and unclenched Vera’s fist with his claws - looking for nuts.

Ryzhik was tame and obedient.

But one day, on New Year’s Day, Vera hung toys, nuts, and candies on the tree, and as soon as she left the room, she wanted to bring candles, Ryzhik jumped onto the tree, grabbed a nut, and hid it in his galoshes. I put the second nut under the pillow. The third nut was immediately chewed...

Vera entered the room, and there was not a single nut on the tree, only silver pieces of paper were lying on the floor.

She shouted at Ryzhik:

- What have you done, you are not a wild animal, but a domesticated, tame one!

Ryzhik no longer ran around the table, did not roll on the door, and did not unclench Vera’s fist. He stocked up from morning to evening. If he sees a piece of bread, he’ll grab it; if he sees the seeds, he’ll stuff his cheeks full, and he’ll hide everything.

Ryzhik also put sunflower seeds in the guests’ pockets in reserve.

Nobody knew why Ryzhik was stocking up.

And then my father’s acquaintance came from the Siberian taiga and said that pine nuts did not grow in the taiga, and the birds flew away over the mountain ranges, and the squirrels gathered in countless flocks and followed the birds, and even hungry bears did not lie down in dens for the winter.

Vera looked at Ryzhik and said:

– You are not a tame animal, but a wild one!

It’s just not clear how Ryzhik found out that there was famine in the taiga.

The potatoes are ripe in our garden. And every night, wild boars - wild pigs - began to come to our hut from the forest.

As soon as it got dark, my father put on a padded jacket and went to the garden with a frying pan.

He hit the frying pan and scared the wild boars.

But the wild boars were very cunning: dad rattled a frying pan at one end of the garden, and the wild boars ran to the other side and there they ate our potatoes. Yes, they will not so much eat as they will trample, crush into the ground.

The father was very angry. He took a gun from one hunter and glued a strip of white paper to the barrel. This is so that at night you can see where to shoot. But the wild boars didn’t come to our garden at all that night. But the next day they ate even more potatoes.

Then I also began to think about how to drive away the wild boars.

We have a cat, Murka, and I showed the guys different tricks with her.

Take and soak one piece of meat with valerian and the other with kerosene. Which smells like valerian, Murka will immediately eat, but from the kerosene she ran into the yard. The guys were very surprised. And I told the guys that the second piece was enchanted.

And so I decided to drive away the wild boars with kerosene too.

In the evening, I poured kerosene into a watering can and began walking around the garden with the watering can, watering the ground with kerosene. It turned out to be a kerosene path.

That night I didn’t sleep, I kept waiting for them to come. But the boars did not come that night or the next day. They were completely scared. No matter where you approach the potatoes, there is a smell of kerosene everywhere.

I learned from the tracks how the wild boars immediately rushed into the forest - they chickened out. I told my father that our potatoes are now enchanted. And he talked about kerosene. My father laughed because wild boars are not afraid of guns, but they were afraid of kerosene.

Who plants the forest

There were only fir trees across the river. But then oak trees appeared among the fir trees. They are still very small, only three leaves stick out from the ground.

And oak trees grow far from here. But the acorns couldn’t have flown in with the wind? They are very heavy. So someone is planting them here.

It took me a long time to guess.

One day in the fall I was walking from hunting, and I saw a jay fly low and low past me.

I hid behind a tree and began to spy on her. The jay hid something under a rotten stump and looked around: did anyone see it? And then she flew to the river.

I approached the stump, and between the roots in the hole lay two acorns: the jay hid them for the winter.

So this is where the young oak trees came from among the fir trees!

A jay will hide an acorn, and then forget where it hid it, and it will sprout.

In the fall, I was picking lingonberries in the taiga and came across moss, which for some reason was growing with its roots upward. Someone brought in some fresh soil and planted it like this.

“Who is it,” I think, “that planted moss?”

I saw that a hole had been dug under a fallen pine tree and there were many footprints around, as if a barefoot man had walked, only with claws.

I had a friend, a hunter. And then one day he got ready to go hunting and asked me:

What should I bring you? Tell me, I'll bring it.

I thought: “Look, he’s bragging! I’ll come up with something smarter,” and said:

Bring me a live wolf. That's it!

The friend thought for a moment and said, looking at the floor:

And I thought: “That’s it! How I cut you off! Don't brag."

Two years have passed. I forgot about this conversation of ours. And then one day I come home, and in the hallway they say to me:

They brought you a wolf there. Some person came and asked you. “He asked for a wolf,” he says, “so pass it on.” And he goes to the door.

Without taking off my hat, I shout:

Where, where is he? Where is the wolf?

It's locked in your room.

I was young, and I felt ashamed to ask how he was sitting there: tied up or just on a rope. They'll think I'm a coward. And I myself think: “Maybe he walks around the room as he wants - in freedom?”

And I was ashamed to be a coward. He took a deep breath and ran into his room. I thought: “He won’t rush at me right away, and then... then somehow...” But my heart was beating strongly. With quick eyes I looked around the room - no wolf. I was already angry - they had cheated me, so they were joking - when suddenly I heard something moving under the chair. I carefully bent down, looked with caution and saw a big-headed puppy.

I say, I saw a puppy, but it was immediately clear that it was not a dog puppy. I realized that I was a wolf cub, and I was terribly happy: I would tame it, and I would have a tame wolf.

The hunter didn't cheat, well done! Brought me a live wolf.

I approached carefully. The wolf cub stood on all four paws and became alert. I looked at him: what a freak he was! It consisted almost entirely of a head - like a muzzle on four legs, and this muzzle consisted entirely of a mouth, and the mouth consisted of teeth. He bared his teeth at me, and I saw that his mouth was full of white teeth sharp as nails. The body was small, with sparse brown fur, like stubble, and a rat's tail at the back.

“After all, wolves are gray... And then, puppies are always pretty, but this is some kind of rubbish: just a head and a tail. Maybe not a wolf cub at all, but just something for fun. The hunter cheated, that’s why he ran away right away.”

I looked at the puppy, and he backed under the bed. But at that time my mother came in, sat down by the bed and called:

Wolf! Wolf!

I looked - the wolf cub crawled out, and the mother picked him up in her arms and stroked him - such a monster! She, it turns out, had already given him milk from a saucer twice, and he immediately fell in love with her. He smelled of a pungent animal odor. He smacked his lips and stuck his muzzle under mom’s armpit. Mother says:

If you want to keep it, you need to wash it, otherwise it will stink throughout the whole house.

And she carried him into the kitchen. When I went out into the dining room, everyone laughed that I rushed into the room like a hero, as if there was a terrible beast in there, and a puppy there. In the kitchen, the mother washed the wolf cub with green soap and warm water, and he stood quietly in the trough and licked her hands.

March 20, 2013 80th birthday anniversarychildren's writer, naturalist Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev.

The writer is known to us mainlywith his children's stories and stories about nature and animals.When he starts talking, the wallssuddenly they move apart to the size of our big land, trodden along and across by Snegirev. Moose eat fly agaricspriests fight hand-to-hand with wolves and bears, and an old man from the tribe sits by the fire, throwing back his head and looking at the Milky Way. The stories are like fairy tales. Something unusual is always happening in them, but not everyone notices it. When you get acquainted with the stories of Gennady Snegirev, a bright, kind world opens up. The world of a person who loves and feels nature, knows and understands people, appreciates their courage, nobility, love for all living things.

Before starting to publish, Gennady Snegirev traveled a lot. He sailed as a sailor in the Pacific Ocean, was on various expeditions, wandered with geologists in Eastern Siberia, was a fish farmer, and a hunter. It’s not easy for him to remember all his routes. His books tell about them: “Night Bells”, “Blue Tuva”, “Chembulak”, “Camel Mitten”, “Octopus House”, “Letters from Native Lands” and many, many others. Open them, and they will tell you about Kamchatka and Tuva, about sultry Kazakhstan and the snowy tundra. And you will want to go to the taiga yourself, to a forest fire, you will want to climb steep mountain slopes, swim across rapids, stormy rivers, ride horses, deer, and dogs. And most importantly, you want to be kind, not only to admire nature, but to protect and preserve it...

Everything that he saw and experienced on these extraordinary travels, the writer captured in his stories and stories. His books are amazing; on their pages, the author, with childlike spontaneity, never tires of being surprised and admired by nature and the animal world.

Books by Gennady Snegirev with illustrations by various artists:

Many wonderful artists drew pictures for Gennady Snegirev’s stories, and this joint work produced books that can be read and viewed with great interest and undoubted benefit.

Reading the stories, you will probably want to get to know this writer better. It was not without reason that K. Paustovsky wrote about Snegirev that he was “a guide through a wonderful country whose name is Russia.”

I suggest you get acquainted with the works of G. Snegirev, which are located in the Central Children's Library:

Snegirev, G. Ya. Octopus's house: stories and tales / G. Snegirev; artist N. Belanov. - M.: Astrel: AST, 2006. - 254 p. : ill. - (Schoolchildren’s Reader).

Snegirev, G. Ya. On the Cold River: stories and tales / G. Snegirev; rice. N. Charushina. - M.: Det. lit., 1984. - 271 p. : ill.

Snegirev, G. Ya. Inhabited island / G. Ya. Snegirev. - M.: Det. lit., 1970. - 16 p. : ill.

Snegirev, G. Ya. Arctic fox land: stories / G. Snegirev; artist V. Lapovok. - M.: Det. lit., 1985. - 16 p. : ill. - (My first books)

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1.	Shade	A lampshade is a part of a lamp, usually in the form of a cap, designed to concentrate and reflect light and protect the eyes from its influence. 2) outdated A visor worn over the forehead to protect the eyes from light exposure. ..		Ozhegov's Explanatory Dictionary
2.	Galoshes	Galoshes are low rubber (formerly also leather) shoes worn over boots to protect against dampness.		Ozhegov's Explanatory Dictionary
3.	Den	Den - winter lair of a bear		Ozhegov's Explanatory Dictionary
4.	Lay down	Lay down, lie down, lie down for a long time, position yourself somewhere hidden.		Ozhegov's Explanatory Dictionary