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Recently we walked in the yard: Alyonka, Mishka and me. Suddenly a truck drove into the yard. And on it lay a tree. We ran after the car. So she drove up to the building management, stopped, and the driver and our janitor began to unload the tree. They shouted at each other:

- Easier! Let's bring it in! Right! Leveya! Get her on the ass! It’s easier, otherwise you’ll break off the whole Pomeranian.

- And when they unloaded, the driver said:

- Now we need to sign this tree, - and left.

And we stayed near the tree.

She lay big, shaggy and smelled so delicious of frost that we stood like fools and smiled. Then Alyonka took one twig and said:

“Look, there are detectives hanging on the tree.

"Search"! She said that wrong! Mishka and I rolled. We both laughed with him the same way, but then Mishka began to laugh louder to laugh at me.

Well, I pushed a little so that he didn't think I was giving up. The bear was holding his stomach with his hands, as if he were in great pain, and shouted:

- Oh, I will die of laughter! Search!

And I, of course, gave in to the heat:

- The girl is five years old, but she says "detectives" ... Ha-ha-ha!

Then Mishka fainted and groaned:

- Oh, I feel bad! Investigations ...

And he began to hiccup:

- Hic! .. Searches. Hic! Hic! I will die of laughter. Hic!

Then I grabbed a handful of snow and began to apply it to my forehead, as if I had already started an inflammation of the brain and I had lost my mind. I yelled:

- The girl is five years old, soon to marry! And she was searching ...

Alyonka's lower lip curled up so that it reached behind her ear.

- Did I say that correctly! It's my tooth that falls out and whistles. I want to say "detectives," but my whistle is "detectives."

Bear said:

- What a marvel! Her tooth fell out! I have three fell out and two are staggering, but I still speak correctly! Listen here: hykhki! What? True, great - huhh-cues! Here's how easy it comes out for me: hyhki! I can even sing:

Oh, green hychechka,

I'm afraid I will inject myself.

But Alyonka will scream. One louder than the two of us:

- Not properly! Hooray! You say hyhki, but we need to be investigated!

- Precisely, that it is not necessary to search, but to hykhki!

And let's both roar. One can only hear: "Search!" - "Hyhki!" - "Search!"

Looking at them, I laughed so hard that I even got hungry. I walked home and kept thinking: why were they arguing so much, since both were wrong? After all, this is a very simple word. I stopped on the stairs and said clearly:

- No investigations. Not giggles, but short and clear: f ** ks!

The Enchanted Letter is a New Year's story about how kids did not pronounce letters. Children walked in the yard on a winter day and saw how they brought a beautiful Christmas tree for the New Year. The guys saw cones on the tree, but could not pronounce their name correctly.

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Recently we walked in the yard: Alenka, Mishka and me. Suddenly a truck drove into the yard. And there is a Christmas tree on it. We ran after the car. So she drove up to the house management, stopped, and the driver and our janitor began to unload the tree. They shouted at each other:

Easier! Let's bring it in! Right! Leveya! Get her on the ass! It’s easier, otherwise you’ll break off the whole Pomeranian.

And when they unloaded, the driver said:

Now we need to sign this tree, - and left.

And we stayed near the tree.

She lay big, shaggy and smelled so delicious of frost that we stood like fools and smiled. Then Alenka took hold of one twig and said:

Look, there are detectives hanging on the tree.

Search! She said that wrong! Mishka and I rolled. We both laughed with him the same way, but then Mishka began to laugh louder to laugh at me. Well, I pushed a little so that he didn't think I was giving up. The bear was holding his stomach with his hands, as if he were in great pain, and shouted:

Oh, I'll die of laughter! Search!

And I, of course, gave in to the heat:

Five years old girl, but she says "detectives". Ha ha ha!

Then Mishka fainted and groaned:

Oh, I feel bad! Investigations.

And he began to hiccup:

Hic! Investigations. Hic! Hic! I will die of laughter! Hic! Investigations.

Then I grabbed a handful of snow and began to apply it to my forehead, as if I had already started an inflammation of the brain and I had lost my mind. I yelled:

The girl is five years old, soon to marry! And she is a detective.

Alenka's lower lip curled up so that it reached behind her ear.

Did I say that correctly! My tooth has fallen out and is whistling. I want to say detectives, but detectives are whistling at me.

Bear said:

What a marvel! Her tooth fell out! I have three fell out and two are staggering, but I still speak correctly! Listen here: hykhki! What? True, great - huhh-cues! Here's how cleverly it comes out for me: hyhki! I can even sing:

Oh, green hychechka,

I'm afraid I will inject myself.

But Alenka will scream. One louder than the two of us:

Not properly! Hooray! You say hyhki, but we need to be investigated!

Precisely, that it is not necessary to search, but to hykhki.

And let's both roar. You can only hear: Search! - Hykhki! - Searches!

Looking at them, I laughed so hard that I even got hungry. I walked home and kept thinking: why were they arguing so, if they were both wrong? After all, this is a very simple word. I stopped and said clearly:

No investigations. Not giggles, but short and clear: f ** ks!

Year of writing: 1965

Genre: story

Main characters: preschool children

Plot

It was before the New Year. The kids were walking in the yard, and at that moment a car drove into the yard, in the back of which was a large Christmas tree. The Christmas tree was unloaded, it was big and festive and smelled like a holiday and gifts.

The girl Alenka came closer to the tree and said that there were detectives hanging on the tree. The boys began to laugh, and they did it deliberately offensively, shouting over one another.

Then Mishka said that the correct sound of this word is "hyhki" and that this is the only correct pronunciation.

Alenka and Mishka argued for a long time which of them spoke correctly. And Deniska listened to their argument. And only on the way home I thought that my friends were speaking incorrectly, and that this word is pronounced “fyfki” correctly.

Conclusion (my opinion)

All the guys spoke incorrectly, but each defended his pronunciation as the only correct one. This happens with older children, they do not know something, but they argue until they are hoarse, convincing everyone of something wrong.

Recently we walked in the yard: Alenka, Mishka and me. Suddenly a truck drove into the yard. And there is a Christmas tree on it. We ran after the car. So she drove up to the house management, stopped, and the driver and our janitor began to unload the tree. They shouted at each other:
- Easier! Let's bring it in! Right! Leveya! Get her on the ass! It’s easier, otherwise you’ll break off the whole Pomeranian.
And when they unloaded, the driver said:
- Now we need to sign this tree, - and left.
And we stayed near the tree.
She lay big, shaggy and smelled so delicious of frost that we stood like fools and smiled. Then Alenka took hold of one twig and said:
“Look, there are detectives hanging on the tree.
"Search"! She said that wrong! Mishka and I rolled. We both laughed with him the same way, but then Mishka began to laugh louder to laugh at me.
Well, I pushed a little so that he didn't think I was giving up. The bear was holding his stomach with his hands, as if he were in great pain, and shouted:

- Oh, I will die of laughter! Search!
And I, of course, gave in to the heat:
- The girl is five years old, but she says "detectives" ... Haha-ha!
Then Mishka fainted and groaned:

- Oh, I feel bad! Investigations ...
And he began to hiccup:
- Hic! .. Searches. Hic! Hic! I will die of laughter! Hic!
Then I grabbed a handful of snow and began to apply it to my forehead, as if I had already started an inflammation of the brain and I had lost my mind. I yelled:
- The girl is five years old, soon to marry! And she is a detective. '' Alyonka's lower lip curled up so that it reached behind her ear.
- Did I say that correctly! It's my tooth that fell out and whistles. I want to say "investigations", but "investigations" are being whistled at me ...

Bear said:
- What a marvel! Her tooth fell out! I have three fell out and two are staggering, but I still speak correctly! Listen here: hykhki! What? True, great - huhh-cues! Here's how easy it comes out for me: hyhki! I can even sing:
Oh, green hychechka,
I'm afraid I will inject myself.
But Alenka will scream. One louder than the two of us:
- Not properly! Hooray! You say hyhki, but we need to be investigated!
And Mishka:
- Precisely, that it is not necessary to search, but to hykhki.
And let's both roar. One can only hear: "Search!" - "Hyhki!" - "Search!"
Looking at them, I laughed so hard that I even got hungry. I walked home and kept thinking: why were they arguing so, if they were both wrong? After all, this is a very simple word. I stopped and said clearly:
- No investigations. Not giggles, but short and clear: f ** ks!
That's all!