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About the story of a childhood friend. Abstract of the GCD for reading fiction “In

I wanted to be an astronomer so I could stay awake at night and watch distant stars through a telescope, and then I dreamed of becoming a captain long voyage to stand with your legs apart on the captain's bridge, and visit distant Singapore, and buy a funny monkey there. Otherwise, I was dying to turn into a subway driver or a station master and walk around in a red cap and shout in a thick voice:

- Go-o-tov!

Or my appetite was whetted to learn to become an artist who paints white stripes on the street asphalt for speeding cars. Otherwise it seemed to me that it would be nice to become a brave traveler like Alain Bombard and cross all the oceans on a fragile shuttle, eating only raw fish. True, this Bomber lost twenty-five kilograms after his trip, and I only weighed twenty-six, so it turned out that if I also swam like him, then I would have absolutely no way to lose weight, I would only weigh at the end of the trip one kilo. What if I don’t catch a fish or two somewhere and lose a little more weight? Then I’ll probably just melt into the air like smoke, that’s all.

When I calculated all this, I decided to abandon this idea, and the next day I was already impatient to become a boxer, because I saw the European Boxing Championship on TV. The way they threshed each other was simply terrifying! And then they showed them training, and here they were hitting a heavy leather “bag” - such an oblong heavy ball, you need to hit it with all your might, hit it as hard as you can in order to develop the power of hitting. And I looked at all this so much that I also decided to become the most strong man in the yard to beat everyone, if anything happens.

I told dad:

- Dad, buy me a pear!

— It’s January, there are no pears. Eat your carrots for now.

I laughed:

- No, dad, not like that! Not an edible pear! Please buy me an ordinary leather punching bag!

- And why do you need it? - said dad.

“Practice,” I said. - Because I will be a boxer and I will beat everyone. Buy it, huh?

- How much does such a pear cost? - Dad asked.

“It’s just nothing,” I said. — Ten or fifty rubles.

“You’re crazy, brother,” said dad. - Get by somehow without a pear. Nothing will happen to you.

And he got dressed and went to work.

And I was offended by him because he refused me so laughingly. And my mother immediately noticed that I was offended, and immediately said:

- Wait a minute, I think I came up with something. Come on, come on, wait a minute.

And she bent down and pulled out a large wicker basket from under the sofa; It contained old toys that I no longer played with. Because I was already growing up and in the fall you should have bought me school uniform and a cap with a shiny visor.

Mom started digging in this basket, and while she was digging, I saw my old tram without wheels and on a rope, a plastic pipe, a dented top, one arrow with a rubber splash, a sail torn from a boat, and several rattles, and much more. various toy scraps.

And suddenly mom took out a healthy teddy bear from the bottom of the basket.

She threw it on my sofa and said:

- Here. This is the same one that Aunt Mila gave you. You were two years old then. Good Mishka, excellent. Look how tight it is! What a fat belly! Look how it rolled out! Why not a pear? Better! And you don't need to buy! Let's train as much as you like! Get started!

And then they called her to the phone, and she went out into the corridor.

And I was very happy that my mother came up with such a great idea. And I made Mishka more comfortable on the sofa, so that it would be easier for me to train against him and develop the power of the blow.

He sat in front of me, so chocolate-colored, but very shabby, and he had different eyes: one of his own - yellow glass, and the other large white - from a button from a pillowcase; I didn't even remember when he appeared. But it didn’t matter, because Mishka looked at me quite cheerfully with his different eyes, and he spread his legs and stuck out his stomach towards me, and raised both hands up, as if he was joking that he was already giving up in advance...

And I looked at him like that and suddenly remembered how a long time ago I never parted with this Mishka for a minute, dragged him everywhere with me, and nursed him, and sat him at the table next to me for dinner, and fed him with a spoon semolina porridge, and he got such a funny little face when I smeared him with something, even the same porridge or jam, then he got such a funny, cute little face, just like he was alive, and I put him to bed with me, and rocked him like a little brother, and whispered various tales to him right into his velvety hard ears, and I loved him then, loved him with all my soul, I would give my life for him then. And here he is now sitting on the sofa, my former best friend, a true childhood friend. Here he sits, laughing with different eyes, and I want to train the force of impact against him...

“What are you talking about,” said mom, she had already returned from the corridor. - What happened to you?

But I didn’t know what was wrong with me, I was silent for a long time and turned away from my mother, so that she wouldn’t guess from her voice or lips what was wrong with me, and I raised my head to the point of tears so that the tears would roll back, and then, when I strengthened myself a little, I said:

- What are you talking about, mom? Nothing wrong with me... I just changed my mind. I'll just never be a boxer.

Victor Dragunsky "Childhood Friend"

When I was six or six and a half years old, I had absolutely no idea who I would ultimately be in this world. I really liked all the people around me, and all the jobs too. At that time there was a terrible confusion in my head, I was kind of confused and could not really decide what to do.

Either I wanted to be an astronomer, so I could stay awake at night and watch distant stars through a telescope, or I dreamed of becoming a sea captain, so I could stand with my legs apart on the captain’s bridge, and visit distant Singapore, and buy a funny monkey there. Otherwise, I was dying to turn into a subway driver or a station master and walk around in a red cap and shout in a thick voice:

- Ready!

Or my appetite was whetted to learn to become an artist who paints white stripes on the street asphalt for speeding cars. Otherwise it seemed to me that it would be nice to become a brave traveler like Alain Bombard and sail across all the oceans on a fragile shuttle, eating only raw fish. True, this Bomber lost twenty-five kilograms after his trip, and I only weighed twenty-six, so it turned out that if I also swam like him, then I would have absolutely no way to lose weight, I would weigh only one thing at the end of the trip kilo. What if I don’t catch a fish or two somewhere and lose a little more weight? Then I’ll probably just melt into thin air like smoke, that’s all.

When I calculated all this, I decided to abandon this idea, and the next day I was already impatient to become a boxer, because I saw the European Boxing Championship on TV. The way they threshed each other was simply terrifying! And then they showed them their training, and here they were hitting a heavy leather bag - such an oblong heavy ball, you need to hit it with all your might, hit it as hard as you can in order to develop the power of hitting. And I looked at all this so much that I also decided to become the strongest person in the yard so that I could beat everyone, if anything happened.

I told dad:

- Dad, buy me a pear!

— It’s January, there are no pears. Eat your carrots for now.

I laughed:

- No, dad, not like that! Not an edible pear! Please buy me an ordinary leather punching bag!

- And why do you need it? - said dad.

“To train,” I said. “Because I will be a boxer and I will beat everyone.” Buy it, huh?

- How much does such a pear cost? - Dad asked.

“Some trifles,” I said. “Ten or fifty rubles.”

“You’re crazy, brother,” said dad. “Get over it somehow without a pear.” Nothing will happen to you.

And he got dressed and went to work. And I was offended by him because he refused me so laughingly. And my mother immediately noticed that I was offended, and immediately said:

- Wait a minute, I think I came up with something. Come on, come on, wait a minute.

And she bent down and pulled out a large wicker basket from under the sofa; It contained old toys that I no longer played with. Because I had already grown up and in the fall I was supposed to buy a school uniform and a cap with a shiny visor.

Mom started digging in this basket, and while she was digging, I saw my old tram without wheels and on a string, a plastic pipe, a dented top, one arrow with a rubber splash, a piece of sail from a boat, and several rattles, and many other toy items. scrap. And suddenly mom took out a healthy teddy bear from the bottom of the basket.

She threw it on my sofa and said:

- Here. This is the same one that Aunt Mila gave you. You were two years old then. Nice bear, great.

Look how tight it is! What a fat belly! Look how it rolled out! Why not a pear? Better! And you don't need to buy! Let's train as much as you like! Get started!

And then they called her to the phone, and she went out into the corridor.

And I was very happy that my mother came up with such a great idea. And I made the bear more comfortable on the sofa, so that it would be easier for me to train against it and develop the force of the blow.

He sat in front of me, so chocolate-colored, but very shabby, and he had different eyes: one of his own - yellow glass, and the other large white - from a button from a pillowcase; I didn't even remember when he appeared. But it didn’t matter, because the bear looked at me quite cheerfully with his different eyes, and he spread his legs and stuck out his stomach towards me, and raised both hands up, as if he was joking that he was already giving up in advance...

And I looked at him like that and suddenly remembered how a long time ago I never parted with this bear for a minute, I carried him everywhere with me, and nursed him, and sat him at the table next to me for dinner, and fed him from a spoon semolina porridge, and he got such a funny little face when I smeared him with something, even the same porridge or jam, then he got such a funny, cute little face, just like he was alive, and I put him to bed with me, and rocked him to sleep , like a little brother, and whispered different tales to him right into his velvety hard ears, and I loved him then, loved him with all my soul, I would give my life for him then. And here he is now sitting on the sofa, my former best friend, a true childhood friend.

Here he sits, laughing with different eyes, and I want to train the force of impact against him...

“What are you doing,” said mom (she had already returned from the corridor), “what’s wrong with you?”

But I didn’t know what was wrong with me, I was silent for a long time and turned away from my mother so that she wouldn’t guess by her voice or lips what was wrong with me, and I lifted my head to the ceiling so that the tears would roll back, and then, when I had strengthened myself a little , I said:

- What are you talking about, mom? Nothing wrong with me... I just changed my mind. I'll just never be a boxer.

Purpose: to introduce Dragunsky’s work; teach to feel the mood of the hero; develop speech, thinking and imagination.

Tasks:

1. To promote the development of the ability to analyze text, the development of cognitive interest in the reading process;

2.Improve reading skills;

3.Develop speech;

4.Create situations of success for each child;

5. Stimulate cognitive interest with the help of problem tasks;

6.Evoke an emotional response to what you read, a feeling of empathy.

Personal learning outcomes:

(emotionality) developing the ability to recognize and identify one’s emotions;

(empathy) formation of the ability to recognize and identify the emotions of other people, sympathy, empathy;

developing an interest in reading, the need for reading;

the formation of a respectful attitude towards the preferences of other people, orientation in the moral content and meaning of one’s actions and the actions of other people.

Meta-subject learning outcomes:

Regulatory UUD:

developing the ability to independently formulate the topic and goals of the lesson, plan ways to solve the problem;

develop the ability to evaluate your work in class.

Cognitive UUD:

formation critical thinking;

developing the ability to extract information presented in different forms, build reasoning.

Communication UUD:

develop the ability to express one’s thoughts orally, express and justify one’s point of view;

mastering dialogic and monologue speech;

developing the ability to ask questions, negotiate in joint activities, and come to a common decision.

Technologies:

productive reading technology;

technology for developing critical thinking through reading and writing.

During the classes.

Organizing time.

What is the main goal of reading lessons? (learn to read well and correctly in order to develop speech, be literate; learn a lot of interesting and new things, be able to analyze a work)

2. Speech warm-up. (poems by A. Barto from the “Toys” cycle - on slides)

- Let us read with admiration:

I love my horse

I'll comb her ponytail smoothly

I'll smooth out my ponytail with a comb

And I’ll go on horseback to visit

- Let's read plaintively:

Our Tanya cries loudly:

Dropped a ball into the river

Hush, Tanechka, don't cry

The ball won't drown in the river

- Let’s try to read this poem affirmatively:

Teddy bear dropped on the floor

Mishka's paw was torn off

I won’t leave him anyway,
Because he's good

- And now we need to express the question:

The owner abandoned the bunny

A bunny was left in the rain

I couldn't get off the bench

All wet to the skin

What are these poems about? (about toys)

You were asked homework– draw your favorite toy (at the exhibition there are drawings on the topic “My Favorite Toy”)

We'll look at your drawings later.

Let's continue our speech warm-up. Read the words and remember the work and its author.

(on the next slide are words from the storyV.Yu. Dragunsky “He is alive and glowing”)

(mom stayed late, tea with bagels, lights were lit in the windows, I started to get bored, a dump truck was a gift, a swimming ring, a matchbox, a light green light)

What is this work about? (about love for living things, he even exchanged his father’s expensive gift for a firefly in a matchbox when the boy was waiting for his mother and was bored;- And in what way, in what way is it better?

I said:

– How come you don’t understand?! After all, he is alive! And it glows!.. )

4. Post a new topic.

Today we will continue our acquaintance with the works of Dragunsky. What can you remember about the author?

- Viktor Yuzefovich Dragunsky was born in Belarus in the city of Gomel. As a child, he was the leader in all games, his comrades respected him. V. Dragunsky was very fond of theater and circus, and wrote plays himself. The writer was almost 50 years old when his books for children began to be published. In Dragunsky's books there is a hero who moves from one book to another - the boy Denisk (the writer's youngest son). Whatever V. Dragunsky did in life, he did everything masterfully - with soul, passion, talent and a huge bright smile. Dragunsky has not been with us for many years, but his books continue to be published.

Main character his works - the youngest son of the writer Denisk. A lot of funny incidents happened to him:and he jumped from a tower into the water, and performed on stage, and got into an accident with his dad. Some of these cases actually happened.Denis Dragunsky grew up long ago, but Deniska Korablev remained a mischievous boy. Victor Dragunsky died almost 40 years ago. But his books are read with pleasure by modern boys and girls.

Read the title of the work. ("Childhood Friend")

What do you think this work is about? Your guesses.

Who can be a friend? (assumptions - guys, animals, parents, etc.)

Do you have friends?

While reading the story we will encounter unfamiliar words

DICTIONARY WORK

More convenient - more convenient

As much as you like - a lot

Pear - sports equipment

Astronomer –space scientistImpatient -I wanted to

Scrap - things are very old, unusable .

INTRODUCTION TO THE WORK

Reading paragraph by paragraph with stops.

Victor Dragunsky "Childhood friend."

When I was six or six and a half years old, I had absolutely no idea who I would ultimately be in this world.(Our hero is 6 or 6 and a half years old.) I really liked all the people around me and all the work too.

One day I wanted to be an astronomer, then I dreamed of becoming a sea captain, and the next day I was already impatient to become a boxer.(Did the hero often change his choice? What words speak about this? What might he like about the work of an astronomer? And a sea captain? Why exactly did he “want” and not “want” to become a boxer?)

astronomer – space scientist

impatient – I wanted to

I told dad:

– Dad, buy me a pear!

– It's January, there are no pears. Eat your carrots for now.

I laughed:

– No, dad, not like that! Not an edible pear! Please buy me an ordinary leather punching bag! (Did Dad understand Denis at first? Pear – fruit, tree Can a leather punching bag be considered an ordinary one? Have you seen her? A punching bag is a boxer’s sports equipment for practicing punching power. )

– “You’re crazy, brother,” Dad said. - Get by somehow without a pear.(Why did dad answer that way? crazy – gone crazy Did he take his son’s request seriously? my son often changed his hobbies)

And he got dressed and went to work.

And I was offended by him because he refused me so laughingly. And my mother immediately noticed this and said:

– Wait a minute, I think I've come up with something.(Can you guess what mom might have come up with? )

And she bent down and pulled out a large wicker basket from under the sofa. It contained old toys that I no longer played with.

Mom started digging in this basket, and while she was digging, I saw(What is digging like? For a long time, going through... . What can you see there?)

my old tram without wheels and on a string, a plastic pipe,dented top,one arrow with rubberwith a slap,a piece of sail from a boatand several rattles, and many other miscellaneous thingstoy scrap.

(It turns out that this was what was in this basket! Do you understand what “junk” is?)

(toy) scrap - very old, unusable items or new items? In our case scrap – old broken toys

And suddenly mom took out a healthy teddy bear from the bottom of the basket. She threw it on my sofa and said:

– Here. This is the same one that Aunt Mila gave you. You were two years old then. Good Mishka, excellent. Look how tight it is! What a fat belly! Look how it rolled out! Why not a pear? Better! (Mom threw Mishka on the sofa. Why exactly did she throw it? Didn't value the item. What is he to her? Son's barn toy. Why does mom call him good and excellent? Can be used as a pear : tight fat belly . Show me how you can “roll out your belly.”)

(So, Deniska had an urge to be a boxer, and his mother offered him an old teddy bear instead of a punching bag for training.)

I was very happy that my mother came up with such a great idea. And I made Mishka more comfortable, so that it would be easier for me to train and develop the power of the blow.

more convenient – convenient

He sat in front of me looking so chocolatey, but very shabby(Why is he shabby? They used to play with him a lot . bear old, not fluffy, possibly with holes ) , and he had different eyes: one was his own, and the other was from a pillowcase button.

(Indeed, they played with him a lot. How did they treat him? They cared. He lost an eye - they sewed on a button .) And he spread his legs and stuck his stomach out towards me...(Look, Mishka is alive here: he’s so glad to meet you that they remembered about him...)

And I looked at him like that and suddenly remembered how I never parted with this Mishka for a minute, and sat him down next to me for dinner, and fed him semolina porridge from a spoon. He had such a funny face when I smeared him with something, even the same porridge or jam. And I put him to bed with me, and rocked him to sleep like a little brother, and whispered various fairy tales to him right into his velvet hard ears. I loved him then, I loved him with all my soul, I would have given my life for him then. (Then I loved him, I would have given my life. And now? Wants to use him as a punching bag ) And here he is now sitting on the sofa, my former best friend, a true childhood friend. Here he sits, laughing with different eyes(Why is he laughing? Maybe maybe from the joy of meeting that they remembered about him!) , and I want to train the power of impact against him...

– What are you doing? - Mom said. - What happened to you?

But I didn’t know what was wrong with me, I was silent for a long time, and I raised my eyes to the ceiling so that the tears would roll back.(Is Deniska feeling good or very bad now? He experienced and felt his future boxing blow to the bear and was ashamed of it. And he no longer needs his mother’s help, he wants her not to see the tears...) And then, when I held myself together ( braced himself - pulled himself together, pulled himself together) I said a little:

– What are you talking about, mom? Nothing wrong with me... I just changed my mind. I'll just never be a boxer.

Alain Bombard ( Alain Bombard ; , - , ) - French , biologist, traveler and . IN - as a scientific experiment and an action to promote the methods of survival he developed for shipwrecked people on the high seas - he crossed alone from to the island , having overcome 2375 (4400 kilometers) in 65 days (from By ). On the way, he ate caught fish and plankton. At the end of the experiment, his health had significantly deteriorated. . However, the experiment ended successfully.

7. Working with the text after reading. General conversation.

Who is the hero of this work? (Deniska)

What did Deniska decide to become? (Boxer)

What is needed for this? (Train a lot, practice punches)

Find and read what mom suggested?

Did Deniska like this idea? How does he talk about it? (I was very happy)

Why is the word Mishka written with a capital letter? (The bear is beloved, which means it is perceived as alive)

Find and read how Deniska describes him?

Is it possible by appearance Can you guess how the boy felt about his toy?

Do you think Deniska was happy to meet Mishka?

Who did Denisk think this toy was? (He's like a little brother to him)

Why did Deniska cry? (From pity and love for his friend, feelings that overwhelmed him again)

Why did Deniska “change his mind about being a boxer”? (Denis is kind, he can’t even hit a teddy bear) .

-Who does Deniska think his toy is? (Friend childhood. You cannot hit your friend, even if he is a toy.)

Before reading the work, I asked you: which of you has a friend? Who is he? (And Deniska also has a friend - this is a toy. The toy has been familiar to us since childhood; it represents Living being)

We read the story of V. Dragunsky “Childhood Friend”. Tell me, were your assumptions that we expressed before reading the work justified?

( On the desk: the boy wants to become a boxer, the boy will play with a teddy bear,the boy changed his mind about being a boxer ).

How do you understand what this work is about, i.e. what is the theme of the work? (About true friendship)

What is the main idea story? (you cannot betray your friends, even if they are toys)

Whichconcept received today in class while reading the work “Childhood Friend”? (who is a friend)

Before reading, I asked you if you had a friend.

Conclusion: Not only a person can be a friend, but also toys.A favorite toy is like your most faithful close friend. He will not be offended, will not run away, will not fight back, will not betray.

Can Denis be called a true friend? (Yes, he has the qualities of a true friend.)

WORKING WITH PROVERBS.

Where else can we replenish our knowledge about a friend, because a person learned to be friends a long time ago, when works of art hasn’t happened yet (folk wisdom lies in proverbs) - proverbs on cards

Strong friendship and that the earth is without water

With a good friend you can move mountains, and a person with friends.

A man without a friend is better than two new ones.

A tree is held together by its roots; you can’t cut it with an axe.

A true friend with a bad one will suffer grief.

Old friend there is no price.

Can you supplement your existing knowledge with new knowledge that you gleaned from proverbs? Take care of old friends, true friendship is strong, a person is “strong” with his friends.

WORK IN PAIRS

- Now let's work in pairs:

Let us remind you how to work in pairs (respect each other, help, listen to the other).

Group 1 will answer the question: Who is a true friend?

CARD 1

- Cross out the words that do not apply and add your own words.

A TRUE FRIEND - …

KIND

ATTENTIVE

HARMFUL

LOYAL

RELIABLE

RUDE

CARING

The 2nd group will underline the words that most accurately speak about the boy Denis.

CARD 2

- Underline the words that most accurately describe the boy.

Deniska:

Cordial

Kind

Rude

Loyal

Greedy

Wicked

Attentive

Responsive

Polite

The 3rd group will tell you what this work is about.

CARD 3

- Arrange the parts correctly:

Deniska remembered his childhood.

The boy will never become a boxer.

Deniska asked to buy dad a punching bag.

Mom took out an old teddy bear.

3.Reflection of activity

Work in groups.

Compose a five-line poem for this story for the teddy bear.

For example:

1. Friend

2. Soft, plush

3. Listens, comforts, pleases

4. He won’t leave you in trouble.

5. Toy

Examination

D.Z. To choose from.

What task would you like to do at home?

1. Expressive reading.

2. Retelling from the hero’s point of view.

3. Write a story about your childhood friend.

Grading.

The story is told from the first person and tells about a boy and his faithful friend from childhood - a teddy bear. The main character did not part with the toy for a second - he carried it with him everywhere, sat him down at the same table when he ate, and made him sleep next to him. And when the boy grew up, he wanted to practice hitting a soft bear, but memories from his childhood came flooding back to him.

Story Childhood Friend download:

Read the story Childhood Friend

Either I wanted to be an astronomer, so I could stay awake at night and watch distant stars through a telescope, and then I dreamed of becoming a sea captain, so that I could stand with my legs apart on the captain’s bridge, and visit distant Singapore, and buy a funny monkey there. Otherwise, I was dying to turn into a subway driver or a station master and walk around in a red cap and shout in a thick voice:

- Go-o-tov!

Or my appetite was whetted to learn to become an artist who paints white stripes on the street asphalt for speeding cars. Otherwise it seemed to me that it would be nice to become a brave traveler like Alain Bombard and sail across all the oceans on a fragile shuttle, eating only raw fish. True, this Bomber lost twenty-five kilograms after his trip, and I only weighed twenty-six, so it turned out that if I also swam like him, then I would have absolutely no way to lose weight, I would weigh only one thing at the end of the trip kilo. What if I don’t catch a fish or two somewhere and lose a little more weight? Then I’ll probably just melt into the air like smoke, that’s all.

When I calculated all this, I decided to abandon this idea, and the next day I was already impatient to become a boxer, because I saw the European Boxing Championship on TV. The way they threshed each other was simply terrifying! And then they showed them training, and here they were hitting a heavy leather “bag” - such an oblong heavy ball, you need to hit it with all your might, hit it as hard as you can in order to develop the power of hitting. And I looked at all this so much that I also decided to become the strongest person in the yard so that I could beat everyone, if anything happened.

I told dad:

- Dad, buy me a pear!

- It’s January now, there are no pears. Eat your carrots for now.

I laughed:

- No, dad, not like that! Not an edible pear! Please buy me an ordinary leather punching bag!

- And why do you need it? - said dad.

“Practice,” I said. - Because I will be a boxer and I will beat everyone. Buy it, huh?

- How much does such a pear cost? – Dad asked.

“It’s just nothing,” I said. - One hundred or three hundred rubles.

“You’re crazy, brother,” said dad. - Get by somehow without a pear. Nothing will happen to you.

And he got dressed and went to work.

And I was offended by him because he refused me so laughingly. And my mother immediately noticed that I was offended, and immediately said:

- Wait a minute, I think I came up with something. Come on, come on, wait a minute.

Mom started digging in this basket, and while she was digging, I saw my old tram without wheels and on a string, a plastic pipe, a dented top, one arrow with a rubber blotch, a piece of sail from a boat, and several rattles, and many other toy items. scrap. And suddenly mom took out a healthy teddy bear from the bottom of the basket.

She threw it on my sofa and said:

And then they called her to the phone, and she went out into the corridor.

He sat in front of me, so chocolate-colored, but very shabby, and he had different eyes: one of his own - yellow glass, and the other large white - from a button from a pillowcase; I didn't even remember when he appeared. But it didn’t matter, because Mishka looked at me quite cheerfully with his different eyes, and he spread his legs and stuck out his stomach towards me and raised both hands up, as if he was joking that he was already giving up in advance...

And I looked at him like that and suddenly remembered how a long time ago I never parted with this Mishka for a minute, dragged him everywhere with me, and nursed him, and sat him at the table next to me for dinner, and fed him with a spoon semolina porridge, and he got such a funny little face when I smeared him with something, even the same porridge or jam, then he got such a funny, cute little face, just like he was alive, and I put him to bed with me, and rocked him to sleep , like a little brother, and whispered different tales to him right into his velvety hard ears, and I loved him then, loved him with all my soul, I would give my life for him then. And here he is now sitting on the sofa, my former best friend, a true childhood friend. Here he sits, laughing with different eyes, and I want to train the strength of my blow against him...

“What are you talking about,” said mom, she had already returned from the corridor. - What happened to you?

-What are you talking about, mom? Nothing wrong with me... I just changed my mind. I'll just never be a boxer.

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CHILDHOOD FRIEND

When I was six or six and a half years old, I had absolutely no idea who I would ultimately be in this world. I really liked all the people around me and all the work too. At that time there was a terrible confusion in my head, I was kind of confused and could not really decide what to do.
Either I wanted to be an astronomer, so I could stay awake at night and watch distant stars through a telescope, and then I dreamed of becoming a sea captain, so that I could stand with my legs apart on the captain’s bridge, and visit distant Singapore, and buy a funny monkey there. Otherwise, I was dying to turn into a subway driver or a station master and walk around in a red cap and shout in a thick voice:
- Go-o-tov!
Or my appetite was whetted to learn to become an artist who paints white stripes on the street asphalt for speeding cars. Otherwise it seemed to me that it would be nice to become a brave traveler like Alain Bombard and sail across all the oceans on a fragile shuttle, eating only raw fish. True, this Bomber lost twenty-five kilograms after his trip, and I only weighed twenty-six, so it turned out that if I also swam like him, then I would have absolutely no way to lose weight, I would weigh only one thing at the end of the trip kilo. What if I don’t catch a fish or two somewhere and lose a little more weight? Then I’ll probably just melt into the air like smoke, that’s all.
When I calculated all this, I decided to abandon this idea, and the next day I was already impatient to become a boxer, because I saw the European Boxing Championship on TV. The way they thrashed each other was simply terrifying! And then they showed them training, and here they were hitting a heavy leather “bag” - such an oblong heavy ball, you have to hit it with all your might, hit it as hard as you can in order to develop the power of hitting. And I looked at all this so much that I also decided to become the strongest person in the yard so that I could beat everyone, if anything happened.
I told dad:
- Dad, buy me a pear!
- It’s January now, there are no pears. Eat your carrots for now.
I laughed:
- No, dad, not like that! Not an edible pear! Please buy me an ordinary leather punching bag!
- And why do you need it? - said dad.
“To train,” I said. - Because I will be a boxer and I will beat everyone. Buy it, huh?
- How much does such a pear cost? - Dad asked.
“It’s just nothing,” I said. - Ten or fifty rubles.
“You’re crazy, brother,” said dad. - Get by somehow without a pear. Nothing will happen to you.
And he got dressed and went to work.
And I was offended by him because he refused me so laughingly. And my mother immediately noticed that I was offended, and immediately said:
- Wait a minute, I think I came up with something. Come on, come on, wait a minute.
And she bent down and pulled out a large wicker basket from under the sofa; It contained old toys that I no longer played with. Because I had already grown up and in the fall I was supposed to buy a school uniform and a cap with a shiny visor.
Mom started digging in this basket, and while she was digging, I saw my old tram without wheels and on a string, a plastic pipe, a dented top, one arrow with a rubber blotch, a piece of sail from a boat, and several rattles, and many other toy items. scrap. And suddenly mom took out a healthy teddy bear from the bottom of the basket.
She threw it on my sofa and said:
- Here. This is the same one that Aunt Mila gave you. You were two years old then. Good Mishka, excellent. Look how tight it is! What a fat belly! Look how it rolled out! Why not a pear? Better! And you don't need to buy! Let's train as much as you like! Get started!
And then they called her to the phone, and she went out into the corridor.
And I was very happy that my mother came up with such a great idea. And I made Mishka more comfortable on the sofa, so that it would be easier for me to train against him and develop the power of the blow.
He sat in front of me, so chocolate-colored, but very shabby, and he had different eyes: one of his own - yellow glass, and the other large white - from a button from a pillowcase; I didn't even remember when he appeared. But it didn’t matter, because Mishka looked at me quite cheerfully with his different eyes, and he spread his legs and stuck out his stomach towards me, and raised both hands up, as if he was joking that he was already giving up in advance...
And I looked at him like that and suddenly remembered how a long time ago I never parted with this Mishka for a minute, dragged him everywhere with me, and nursed him, and sat him at the table next to me for dinner, and fed him with a spoon semolina porridge, and he got such a funny little face when I smeared him with something, even the same porridge or jam, then he got such a funny, cute little face, just like he was alive, and I put him to bed with me, and rocked him to sleep , like a little brother, and whispered different tales to him right into his velvety hard ears, and I loved him then, loved him with all my soul, I would give my life for him then. And here he is now sitting on the sofa, my former best friend, a true childhood friend. Here he sits, laughing with different eyes, and I want to train the strength of my blow against him...
“What are you talking about,” said mom, she had already returned from the corridor. - What happened to you?
But I didn’t know what was wrong with me, I was silent for a long time and turned away from my mother so that she wouldn’t guess by her voice or lips what was wrong with me, and I lifted my head to the ceiling so that the tears would roll back, and then, when I had strengthened myself a little , I said:
- What are you talking about, mom? Nothing wrong with me... I just changed my mind. I'll just never be a boxer.

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