What does the bear like, a summary for the reader. About the story by V. Dragunsky “What Mishka loves. Other retellings and reviews for the reader's diary

One day Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something quietly. Mishka and I sat on the windowsill and didn’t bother him, and he didn’t notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and different sounds very quickly jumped out from under his fingers. They splashed, and the result was something very welcoming and joyful. I really liked it, and I could have sat and listened for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:
- ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?
I asked:
- What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?
He replied:
- This is Chopin. I love him so much.
I said:
- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.
He said:
- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.
I said:
- Which one? In a word?
He answered seriously and clearly:
- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.
Then he looked at me carefully and said:
- Well, what do you like? More than anything else?
I answered:
- I like a lot of things.
And I told him what I love. And about the dog, and about the planing, and about the baby elephant, and about the red cavalrymen, and about the little doe on pink hooves, and about the ancient warriors, and about the cool stars, and about the horse faces, everything, everything...
He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:
- Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look - you love so much! The whole world.
Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:
- And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Big deal!!
Boris Sergeevich laughed:
- Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?
Mishka fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:
- I love buns, buns, loaves and cupcakes! I love bread, cake, pastries, and gingerbread, whether Tula, honey, or glazed. I also love sushi, bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.
I dearly love dumplings, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.
I also love sprat, saury, pike perch in marinade, gobies in tomato, some in their own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced ​​zucchini and fried potatoes.
I absolutely love boiled sausage, if it’s a doctor’s sausage, I bet I’ll eat a whole kilo! I love the canteen, and the tea room, and brawn, and smoked, and half-smoked, and raw smoked! I actually love this one the most. I really love pasta with butter, noodles with butter, horns with butter, cheese with holes or without holes, with red or white rind - it doesn’t matter.
I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty, sweet, sour cottage cheese; I love apples, grated with sugar, or just apples on their own, and if the apples are peeled, then I like to eat the apple first, and then, as a snack, the peel!
I love liver, cutlets, herring, bean soup, green peas, boiled meat, toffee, sugar, tea, jam, Borzhom, soda with syrup, soft-boiled eggs, hard-boiled, in a bag, mogu and raw. I like sandwiches with just about anything, especially if thickly spread with mashed potatoes or millet porridge. So... Well, I won’t talk about halva - what fool doesn’t like halva? I also love duck, goose and turkey. Oh yes! I love ice cream with all my heart. For seven, for nine. For thirteen, for fifteen, for nineteen. Twenty-two and twenty-eight.
Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.
He muttered:
- Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage...
The bear was exhausted and fell silent. It was clear from his eyes that he was waiting for Boris Sergeevich to praise him. But he looked at Mishka a little dissatisfied and even seemed stern. He, too, seemed to be waiting for something from Mishka: what else would Mishka say? But Mishka was silent. It turned out that they both expected something from each other and were silent.
The first one could not stand it, Boris Sergeevich.
“Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt, but everything you love is somehow the same, too edible, or something.” It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only... And the people? Who do you love? Or from animals?
Here Mishka perked up and blushed.
“Oh,” he said embarrassedly, “I almost forgot!” Also - kittens! And grandma!

The author loves his fictional characters very much. At the same time, he feels the feelings and thoughts of the characters in the stories. This book describes the life and petty pranks of a boy named Mishka. Mishka went to school with his friend, the story teller.

One day a boy and a friend went to a singing lesson. The lesson was taught by Boris Sergeevich. He sat at the piano and played music slowly. Mishka and his friend did not interfere with the teacher and sat on the windowsill. Boris Sergeevich played the piano and did not notice the boys. The boys listened to the melody with joy. Because the teacher played very melodiously. But soon the teacher stopped playing and noticed the students on the windowsill. Boris Sergeevich noted that the boys were sitting on the windowsill like 2 sparrows on a branch. Afterwards, Mishka’s friend asked what the teacher was playing. Boris Sergeevich was losing to Chopin. The boys thought it was a song. The teacher emphasized that Chopin is not a song, but something more. The students were perplexed. Because they didn’t know who Chopin was. According to Boris Sergeevich, Chopin was a famous and great composer. Then the teacher asked what Mishka’s friend likes. The friend said in response that he adores almost everything. He spoke of his love for an elephant, delightful cavalrymen, a dwarf deer with pink hooves, etc.

Having heard everything, Boris Sergeevich had a thoughtful face. Then he emphasized that the boy has a rich inner world. Then Misha intervened in the conversation and talked about his weaknesses. Misha had a pouty face. At Mishka’s exclamations, Boris Sergeevich began to laugh. The teacher asked about Misha's weaknesses. The boy said that he loves cupcakes, loaves, buns and buns. Also, he will not refuse a cake and delicious bread, gingerbread and pastries with any filling. The boy's weaknesses include sushi with bagels, pies with meat filling and bagels. Misha cannot refuse cabbage and rice, jam. In addition, Mishka emphasized that he has a weakness for cheesecakes and dumplings, oatmeal cookies and sweet crackers. Besides everything, Mishka loves saury and sprat, pickled pike perch, sprats in tomato, eggplant caviar, fried potatoes and zucchini. Bear simply loves doctor's sausage and other types of it. Misha emphasized that he would not refuse macaroni and cheese with a red crust. Mishka’s love list includes cottage cheese dumplings and apples. Mishka's list was simply long.

Hearing the full list, Boris Sergeevich was shocked. He emphasized that Mishka only loves everything edible. At the end, Mishka added that he loves kittens and his grandmother.

Picture or drawing of what Teddy bear likes

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One day Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something quietly. Mishka and I sat on the windowsill and didn’t bother him, and he didn’t notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and different sounds very quickly jumped out from under his fingers. They splashed, and the result was something very welcoming and joyful. I really liked it, and I could have sat and listened for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:
- ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?

I asked:
– What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?
He replied:
- This is Chopin. I love him so much.
I said:
- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.
He said:
- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.
I said:
- What kind? In a word?
He answered seriously and clearly:
- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.
Then he looked at me carefully and said:
- Well, what do you like? More than anything else?
I answered:
- I like a lot of things.
And I told him what I love. And about the dog, and about the planing, and about the baby elephant, and about the red cavalrymen, and about the little doe on pink hooves, and about the ancient warriors, and about the cool stars, and about the horse faces, everything, everything...
He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:
- Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look – you love so much! The whole world.
Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:
– And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Big deal!!
Boris Sergeevich laughed:
- Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?
Mishka fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:
– I love buns, buns, loaves and cupcakes! I love bread, cake, pastries, and gingerbread, whether Tula, honey, or glazed. I also love sushi, bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.

I dearly love dumplings, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.
I also love sprat, saury, pike perch in marinade, gobies in tomato, some in their own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced ​​zucchini and fried potatoes.
I absolutely love boiled sausage, if it’s a doctor’s sausage, I bet I’ll eat a whole kilo! I love the canteen, and the tea room, and brawn, and smoked, and half-smoked, and raw smoked! I actually love this one the most. I really love pasta with butter, noodles with butter, horns with butter, cheese with holes or without holes, with a red rind or a white rind - it doesn’t matter.
I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty, sweet, sour cottage cheese; I love apples, grated with sugar, or just apples on their own, and if the apples are peeled, then I like to eat the apple first, and then, as a snack, the peel!
I love liver, cutlets, herring, bean soup, green peas, boiled meat, toffee, sugar, tea, jam, Borzhom, soda with syrup, soft-boiled eggs, hard-boiled, in a bag, mogu and raw. I like sandwiches with just about anything, especially if thickly spread with mashed potatoes or millet porridge. So... Well, I won’t talk about halva - what fool doesn’t like halva? I also love duck, goose and turkey. Oh yes! I love ice cream with all my heart. For seven, for nine. For thirteen, for fifteen, for nineteen. Twenty-two and twenty-eight.
Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.
He muttered:
- Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage...

The bear was exhausted and fell silent. It was clear from his eyes that he was waiting for Boris Sergeevich to praise him. But he looked at Mishka a little dissatisfied and even seemed stern. He, too, seemed to be waiting for something from Mishka: what else would Mishka say? But Mishka was silent. It turned out that they both expected something from each other and were silent.
The first one could not stand it, Boris Sergeevich.
“Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt, but everything you love is somehow the same, too edible, or something.” It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only... And the people? Who do you love? Or from animals?
Here Mishka perked up and blushed.
“Oh,” he said embarrassedly, “I almost forgot!” Also – kittens! And grandma!

What does Mishka like?

One day Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something quietly. Mishka and I sat on the windowsill and didn’t bother him, and he didn’t notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and different sounds very quickly jumped out from under his fingers. They splashed, and the result was something very welcoming and joyful. I really liked it, and I could have sat and listened for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:
- ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?
I asked:
– What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?
He replied:
- This is Chopin. I love him so much.
I said:
- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.
He said:
- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.
I said:
- What kind? In a word?
He answered seriously and clearly:
- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.
Then he looked at me carefully and said:
- Well, what do you like? More than anything else?
I answered:
- I like a lot of things.
And I told him what I love. And about the dog, and about the planing, and about the baby elephant, and about the red cavalrymen, and about the little doe on pink hooves, and about the ancient warriors, and about the cool stars, and about the horse faces, everything, everything...
He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:
- Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look – you love so much! The whole world.
Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:
– And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Big deal!!
Boris Sergeevich laughed:
- Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?
Mishka fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:
– I love buns, buns, loaves and cupcakes! I love bread, cake, pastries, and gingerbread, whether Tula, honey, or glazed. I also love sushi, bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.
I dearly love dumplings, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.
I also love sprat, saury, pike perch in marinade, gobies in tomato, some in their own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced ​​zucchini and fried potatoes.
I absolutely love boiled sausage, if it’s a doctor’s sausage, I bet I’ll eat a whole kilo! I love the canteen, and the tea room, and brawn, and smoked, and half-smoked, and raw smoked! I actually love this one the most. I really love pasta with butter, noodles with butter, horns with butter, cheese with holes or without holes, with a red rind or a white rind - it doesn’t matter.
I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty, sweet, sour cottage cheese; I love apples, grated with sugar, or just apples on their own, and if the apples are peeled, then I like to eat the apple first, and then, as a snack, the peel!
I love liver, cutlets, herring, bean soup, green peas, boiled meat, toffee, sugar, tea, jam, Borzhom, soda with syrup, soft-boiled eggs, hard-boiled, in a bag, mogu and raw. I like sandwiches with just about anything, especially if thickly spread with mashed potatoes or millet porridge. So... Well, I won’t talk about halva - what fool doesn’t like halva? I also love duck, goose and turkey. Oh yes! I love ice cream with all my heart. For seven, for nine. For thirteen, for fifteen, for nineteen. Twenty-two and twenty-eight.
Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.
He muttered:
- Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage...
The bear was exhausted and fell silent. It was clear from his eyes that he was waiting for Boris Sergeevich to praise him. But he looked at Mishka a little dissatisfied and even seemed stern. He, too, seemed to be waiting for something from Mishka: what else would Mishka say? But Mishka was silent. It turned out that they both expected something from each other and were silent.
The first one could not stand it, Boris Sergeevich.
“Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt, but everything you love is somehow the same, too edible, or something.” It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only... And the people? Who do you love? Or from animals?
Here Mishka perked up and blushed.
“Oh,” he said embarrassedly, “I almost forgot!” Also – kittens! And grandma!

One day Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something quietly. Mishka and I sat on the windowsill and didn’t bother him, and he didn’t notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and different sounds very quickly jumped out from under his fingers. They splashed, and the result was something very welcoming and joyful. I really liked it, and I could have sat and listened for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:

- ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?

I asked:
- What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?

He replied:
- This is Chopin. I love him so much.

I said:
- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.

He said:
- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.

I said:
- What kind? In a word?

He answered seriously and clearly:
- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.

Then he looked at me carefully and said:
- Well, what do you like? More than anything else?

I answered:
- I like a lot of things.

And I told him what I love. And about the dog, and about the planing, and about the baby elephant, and about the red cavalrymen, and about the little doe on pink hooves, and about the ancient warriors, and about the cool stars, and about the horse faces, everything, everything...

He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:

- Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look - you love so much!

Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:
— And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Just think!

Boris Sergeevich laughed:
- Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?

Mishka fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:
— I love buns, buns, loaves and cupcakes! I love bread, cake, pastries, and gingerbread, whether Tula, honey, or glazed. I also love sushi, bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.

I dearly love dumplings, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.

I also love sprat, saury, pike perch in marinade, bullheads in tomato, some in their own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced ​​zucchini and fried potatoes.

I absolutely love boiled sausage, if it’s a doctor’s sausage, I bet I’ll eat a whole kilo! I love the canteen, and the tea room, and brawn, and smoked, and half-smoked, and raw smoked! I actually love this one the most. I really love pasta with butter, noodles with butter, horns with butter, cheese with holes or without holes, with a red rind or a white one - it doesn’t matter.

I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty, sweet, sour cottage cheese; I love apples, grated with sugar, or just apples on their own, and if the apples are peeled, then I like to eat the apple first, and then, as a snack, the peel!

I love liver, cutlets, herring, bean soup, green peas, boiled meat, toffee, sugar, tea, jam, Borzhom, soda with syrup, soft-boiled eggs, hard-boiled, in a bag, mogu and raw. I like sandwiches with just about anything, especially if thickly spread with mashed potatoes or millet porridge. So... Well, I won’t talk about halva - what fool doesn’t like halva? I also love duck, goose and turkey. Oh yes! I love ice cream with all my heart. For seven, for nine. For thirteen, for fifteen, for nineteen. Twenty-two and twenty-eight.

Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.

He muttered:
- Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage...

The bear was exhausted and fell silent. It was clear from his eyes that he was waiting for Boris Sergeevich to praise him. But he looked at Mishka a little dissatisfied and even seemed stern. He, too, seemed to be waiting for something from Mishka: what else would Mishka say? But Mishka was silent. It turned out that they both expected something from each other and were silent.

The first one could not stand it, Boris Sergeevich.
“Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt, but everything you love is somehow the same, too edible or something.” It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only... And the people? Who do you love? Or from animals?

Here Mishka perked up and blushed.
“Oh,” he said embarrassedly, “I almost forgot!” Also - kittens! And grandma!