The boy Vasya and his dad went to the dacha. And Vasya's mother stayed in the city: she had to buy something else. Mom wanted to come shopping in the evening.

Here comes the train. Vasya sits in the car on a bench next to his dad and looks out the window. And trees, and fences, and various houses are running through the window.

Opposite Vasya, a boy is also sitting on a bench, with a watch on his left hand. He is carrying some kind of basket. This boy is already big; he must be fifteen years old. As the train approaches the station, the boy will look at his watch, write something in a notebook with a pencil, bend over his basket, pull something out of it and run out of the car. And then he comes again and sits, looking out the window.

Vasya sat and sat, looked and looked at the boy with the basket, and suddenly he burst into tears at the top of his voice! He remembered that he had left his bicycle at home.
How am I without a bike? - cries. - All winter I thought about how I would ride it through the forests.
"Well, don't cry," his dad said. - Mom will go and bring you a bike.
- No, he won’t bring it, - Vasya cries. - She doesn't love him. He creaks...
- Well, you, boy, stop it, don't cry, - suddenly said the boy with a watch on his hand. - I'll arrange this for you now. I myself love to ride a bike. Only he is real, two-wheeled. Do you have a telephone at home? he asks Vasya's father.
“Yes,” Dad replies. - Number five fifty five zero six.
“Well, it’s all right,” the boy says. - We will urgently send a postman with a letter.

He pulled out of his pocket a tiny paper ribbon made of thin tissue paper and wrote on it: “Call 5-55-06, tell: “Mom should take Vasya’s bike to the dacha.” Then he put this letter in some kind of shiny little tube, opened his basket.

And there, in the basket, sits a dove - long-nosed, gray.

The boy pulled out a dove and tied a tube with a letter to his leg.
“Here is my postman,” he says. - Ready to fly. Look.

And as soon as the train stopped at the station, the boy looked at his watch, noted the time in his notebook and let the dove out the window.

The dove will fly straight up - they only saw it!

Today I am teaching carrier pigeons, the boy says. - At each station, I release one and write down the time. The dove will fly straight to the city, to its dovecote. And there they are waiting for him. And on this, the last one, they will see the tube, read the letter and call your apartment. If only the hawk hadn't caught him along the way.

And it's true: Vasya came to the dacha, waiting, waiting for his mother - and in the evening his mother arrived with a bicycle. We received a letter. It means that the hawk did not catch the dove.

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The Amazing Postman

The boy Vasya and his dad went to the dacha. And Vasya's mother stayed in the city: she had to buy something else. Mom wanted to come shopping in the evening.

Here comes the train. Vasya sits in the car on a bench next to his dad and looks out the window. And trees, and fences, and various houses are running through the window.

Opposite Vasya, a boy is also sitting on a bench, with a watch on his left hand. He is carrying a basket. This boy is already big; he must be fifteen years old. As the train approaches the station, the boy will look at his watch, write something in a notebook with a pencil, bend over his basket, pull something out of it and run out of the car. And then he comes again and sits, looking out the window.

Vasya sat and sat, looked and looked at the boy with the basket, and suddenly he burst into tears at the top of his voice! He remembered that he had left his bicycle at home.
How am I without a bike? -- crying. - All winter I thought about how I would ride it through the forests.
"Well, don't cry," said his father. - Mom will go and bring you a bike.
- No, he won't bring it, - Vasya cries. - She doesn't love him. He creaks...
- Well, you, boy, stop it, don't cry, - suddenly said the boy with a watch on his hand. - I'll arrange this business for you now. I myself love to ride a bike. Only he is real, two-wheeled. Do you have a telephone at home? he asks Vasya's father.
“Yes,” Dad replies. “Number five fifty-five zero six.”
"Well, that's all right," the boy says. “We will immediately send a postman with a letter.

He pulled out of his pocket a tiny paper ribbon made of thin tissue paper and wrote on it: “Call 5-55-06, tell: “Mom should take Vasya’s bike to the dacha.” Then he put this letter in some kind of shiny little tube, opened his basket.

And there, in the basket, sits a dove - long-nosed, gray.

The boy pulled out a dove and tied a tube with a letter to his leg.
"Here's my postman," he says. - Ready to fly. Look.

And as soon as the train stopped at the station, the boy looked at his watch, noted the time in his notebook and let the dove out the window.

The dove will fly straight up - they only saw it!

Today I am teaching carrier pigeons,” the boy says. - At each station I release one and write down the time. The dove will fly straight to the city, to its dovecote. And there they are waiting for him. And on this, the last one, they will see the tube, read the letter and call your apartment. If only the hawk hadn't caught him along the way.

And it's true: Vasya came to the dacha, waiting, waiting for his mother - and in the evening his mother arrived with a bicycle. We received a letter. It means that the hawk did not catch the dove.

The Amazing Postman

Charushin E. I. Stories about animals

The boy Vasya and his dad went to the dacha. And Vasya's mother stayed in the city: she had to buy something else. Mom wanted to come shopping in the evening.

Here comes the train. Vasya sits in the car on a bench next to his dad and looks out the window. And trees, and fences, and various houses are running through the window.

Opposite Vasya, a boy is also sitting on a bench, with a watch on his left hand. He is carrying a basket. This boy is already big; he must be fifteen years old. As the train approaches the station, the boy will look at his watch, write something in a notebook with a pencil, bend over his basket, pull something out of it and run out of the car. And then he comes again and sits, looking out the window.

Vasya sat and sat, looked and looked at the boy with the basket, and suddenly he burst into tears at the top of his voice! He remembered that he had left his bicycle at home.
How am I without a bike? - cries. - All winter I thought about how I would ride it through the forests.
"Well, don't cry," his dad said. - Mom will go and bring you a bike.
- No, he won’t bring it, - Vasya cries. - She doesn't love him. He creaks...
- Well, you, boy, stop it, don't cry, - suddenly said the boy with a watch on his hand. - I'll arrange this for you now. I myself love to ride a bike. Only he is real, two-wheeled. Do you have a telephone at home? he asks Vasya's father.
“Yes,” Dad replies. - Number five fifty five zero six.
“Well, it’s all right,” the boy says. - We will urgently send a postman with a letter.

He pulled out of his pocket a tiny paper ribbon made of thin tissue paper and wrote on it: “Call 5-55-06, tell: “Mom should take Vasya’s bike to the dacha.” Then he put this letter in some kind of shiny little tube, opened his basket.

The amazing postman Charushin E.I.

And there, in the basket, sits a dove - long-nosed, gray.

The boy pulled out a dove and tied a tube with a letter to his leg.
“Here is my postman,” he says. - Ready to fly. Look.

And as soon as the train stopped at the station, the boy looked at his watch, noted the time in his notebook and let the dove out the window.

The dove will fly straight up - they only saw it!

Today I am teaching carrier pigeons, the boy says. - At each station, I release one and write down the time. The dove will fly straight to the city, to its dovecote. And there they are waiting for him. And on this, the last one, they will see the tube, read the letter and call your apartment. If only the hawk hadn't caught him along the way.

And it's true: Vasya came to the dacha, waiting, waiting for his mother - and in the evening his mother arrived with a bicycle. We received a letter. It means that the hawk did not catch the dove.

The boy Vasya and his dad went to the dacha. And Vasya's mother stayed in the city: she had to buy something else. Mom wanted to come shopping in the evening.

Here comes the train. Vasya sits in the car on a bench next to his dad and looks out the window. And trees, and fences, and various houses are running through the window.

On the contrary, Vasya is also sitting on a bench with a boy, with a watch on his left hand. He is carrying a basket. This boy is already big; he must be fifteen years old. As the train approaches the station, the boy will look at his watch, write something in a notebook with a pencil, bend over his basket, pull something out of it and run out of the car. And then he comes again and sits, looking out the window.

Vasya sat and sat, looked and looked at the boy with the basket, and suddenly he burst into tears at the top of his voice! He remembered that he had left his bicycle at home.

How can I be without a bike? - cries. “All winter I thought about how I would ride it through the forests.

“Well, don’t cry,” his dad said. Mom will go and bring you a bike.

“No, he won’t bring it,” Vasya cries. She doesn't love him. He creaks...

“Well, you, boy, stop it, don’t cry,” the boy with a watch on his hand suddenly said. - I'll arrange this business for you now. I myself love to ride a bike. Only he is real, two-wheeled. Do you have a telephone at home? he asks Vasya's father.

“Yes,” Dad replies. “Number five fifty-five zero six.”

“Well, that’s all right,” the boy says. We will immediately send a postman with a letter.

He pulled out a tiny paper ribbon made of thin tissue paper from his pocket and wrote on it: “Call 5-55-06, tell them: “Mom should take Vasya’s bike to the dacha.” Then he put this letter into some shiny little tube and opened his basket.

And there, in a basket, sits a dove - long-nosed, gray.

The boy pulled out a dove and tied a tube with a letter to his leg.

“Here is my postman,” he says. — Ready to fly. Look.

And as soon as the train stopped at the station, the boy looked at his watch, noted the time in his notebook and let the dove out the window.

The dove will fly straight up - only they saw it!

“Today I am teaching carrier pigeons,” the boy says. - At each station, I release one and write down the time. The dove will fly straight to the city, to its dovecote. And there they are waiting for him. And on this, the last one, they will see the tube, read the letter and call your apartment. If only the hawk hadn't caught him along the way.

And it's true: Vasya came to the dacha, waiting, waiting for his mother - and in the evening his mother arrived with a bicycle. We received a letter. It means that the hawk did not catch the dove.

The Amazing Postman

Charushin E. I. Stories about animals

The boy Vasya and his dad went to the dacha. And Vasya's mother stayed in the city: she had to buy something else. Mom wanted to come shopping in the evening.

Here comes the train. Vasya sits in the car on a bench next to his dad and looks out the window. And trees, and fences, and various houses are running through the window.

Opposite Vasya, a boy is also sitting on a bench, with a watch on his left hand. He is carrying a basket. This boy is already big; he must be fifteen years old. As the train approaches the station, the boy will look at his watch, write something in a notebook with a pencil, bend over his basket, pull something out of it and run out of the car. And then he comes again and sits, looking out the window.

Vasya sat and sat, looked and looked at the boy with the basket, and suddenly he burst into tears at the top of his voice! He remembered that he had left his bicycle at home.
How am I without a bike? - cries. - All winter I thought about how I would ride it through the forests.
"Well, don't cry," his dad said. - Mom will go and bring you a bike.
- No, he won’t bring it, - Vasya cries. - She doesn't love him. He creaks...
- Well, you, boy, stop it, don't cry, - suddenly said the boy with a watch on his hand. - I'll arrange this for you now. I myself love to ride a bike. Only he is real, two-wheeled. Do you have a telephone at home? he asks Vasya's father.
“Yes,” Dad replies. - Number five fifty five zero six.
“Well, it’s all right,” the boy says. - We will urgently send a postman with a letter.

He pulled out of his pocket a tiny paper ribbon made of thin tissue paper and wrote on it: “Call 5-55-06, tell: “Mom should take Vasya’s bike to the dacha.” Then he put this letter in some kind of shiny little tube, opened his basket.

The amazing postman Charushin E.I.

And there, in the basket, sits a dove - long-nosed, gray.

The boy pulled out a dove and tied a tube with a letter to his leg.
“Here is my postman,” he says. - Ready to fly. Look.

And as soon as the train stopped at the station, the boy looked at his watch, noted the time in his notebook and let the dove out the window.

The dove will fly straight up - they only saw it!

Today I am teaching carrier pigeons, the boy says. - At each station, I release one and write down the time. The dove will fly straight to the city, to its dovecote. And there they are waiting for him. And on this, the last one, they will see the tube, read the letter and call your apartment. If only the hawk hadn't caught him along the way.

And it's true: Vasya came to the dacha, waiting, waiting for his mother - and in the evening his mother arrived with a bicycle. We received a letter. It means that the hawk did not catch the dove.