Tokmakova I.

Chapter one

Alya wrote a letter to her mother. She tried very hard to write well, but everything went topsy-turvy: the letters did not obey, fell, changed places and never wanted to hold hands, as if they had all quarreled with each other. Well, just a punishment!

Suddenly, the letter "A" ran right into the middle of the page. She was waving her arms and shouting something.

What happened to you, what happened? - said Alya.

The letter "A" sat down on a line, wiped the sweat from her forehead and barely uttered:

Klyaksich!

I don’t understand anything! - said Alya.

Yes Klyaksich! - exclaimed the letter "A". - Disgusting Klyaksich made his way into the ABC! He quarrels letters with each other, he hates them, he wants to replace them all with his relatives - blots. He already kicked me out, and now in my place is a fat blot - his niece.

Here the kind, hardworking letter "A" burst into tears.

So much for you! - Alya was amazed. - But you calm down. Need to come up with something. You can't give in to him! We must fight!

What can you think of here! - objected the letter "A". - You can't even sign your letter! Klyaksich, when he found out that you were writing a letter to your mother, boasted: “I have already kicked out the letter“ A ”, I will lock the letter“ L ”, and I will hide the letter“ I ”so that no one will find it. How then will Alya sign her letter? I am the owner of the ABC! "

Alya thought about it. She really won't be able to sign a letter without the necessary letters. And if you don't sign it, how will mom know who wrote her the letter?

I know I know! - Alya suddenly shouted. - I will now take my father's ink eraser and blotting paper from the notebook. And you and I will go to the ABC, find Klyak-sich and erase him. Right?

How right! - the letter "A" was delighted.

Holding hands, Alya and the letter "A" went straight to the ABC.

At the very entrance, they were blocked by a good-natured-looking letter "B". She had a huge basket hanging over her shoulder on a belt.

Will you take bagels? she asked.

Yes, what bagels are there, - the letter "A" protested. - We have an important business. Please let us in!

Throw, - said the letter "B", without moving from a place. - Take white bagels and bagels. Faster.

The B was terribly thick. Alya and the letter "A" could not get around her in any way. I had to buy bagels. They bought a whole line of them, like this ...

ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh But the letter "B" was still blocking their way and only shouted:

More! More!

But they no longer had a free line. There was simply nowhere to put the bagels.

Dear readers, take pencils as soon as possible and buy bagels from the letter "B", as many as you can, otherwise Alya and the letter "A" will not get into the ABC, that's all. What then will happen to all the letters? Even scary to think!

Chapter two

Well, finally the letter "B" has receded! Alya and the letter "A" entered the gate. A meadow turned green outside the gate. Colons grazed on the grass. A question mark followed them, clicking a whip.

Have you seen Klyaksich? - asked him the letter "A".

Klyaksich? - A question mark scratched in the back of his head. I saw Klyaksich. He left by train. Where to? How should I know?

And the question mark looked at them questioningly. You can't get any sense out of this shepherd! Hurry to the station! At the station, the letter "B" in a conductor's cap with a red bottom shouted at the passengers.

Into the carriages! Into the carriages! Get on the carriages! Are you on the first carriage? - she asked Ali. - Your things?

It is strange that she asked to show things, not tickets. But Ale had no time to be surprised. She presented a line with bagels.

Fabulous! - for some reason, the letter "B" was delighted. As soon as they entered the carriage, the train started. They

sat down more comfortably. The wheels were pounding on the rails. Houses and trees flashed outside the windows.

But suddenly the train braked and stopped with a grinding noise. Passengers poured out of the carriages. Just think about it! There was no further way! It was Klyaksich (who else!) Took away the rails, dismantled the sleepers and even cut down all the trees!

The letter "A" immediately fell into despair. Alya began to console her:

You forgot: we have readers! All to repair the tracks! Lay your sleepers! At the same time, fix the houses and plant more trees: the road needs a forest protection strip!

Chapter three

The tracks were repaired. The train traveled for a long time without stopping. Alya dozed off. The letter "A" could not sleep: she was worried. Finally the train approached the platform.

Alya and the letter "A" left the carriage. It was already getting dark.

The lanterns were burning. They decided to knock on the first house they came across. It was a blue house with blue curtains on the windows. Geraniums bloomed in clay pots on the windowsills.

Loud singing came from the open windows to passers-by:

The stupid dwarf looked, looked, The loud horn hummed, hummed, Louder than the horn thunder thundered, Louder than the thunder the dwarf barked.

Guess whose house this is? Of course, the letter "G" lived in this house.

What is this stupid song? - Alya asked at the letter "A".

No wonder, - answered the letter "A". - Stupidity with which letter begins? You see - with "G". So this letter may well turn out to be stupid.

They knocked and entered.

The L was in a blue robe and blue slippers.

Klyaksich? - she asked, when she found out what was at stake. - Maybe I'll tell you where Klyaksich is, just first solve the problem. "If one passenger lagged behind the train and one passenger lagged behind the other train, how many passengers were left behind?" Here's the paper and decide, otherwise you won't hear a word from me.

Alya realized that “G” could not be argued, and immediately wrote 1 + 1 = 2. It was the most trifling task in the world.

You are deeply mistaken, - said the letter "G". - The answer does not add up. It doesn't converge if you walk, and it doesn't converge if you go by train. And since you do not understand anything in arithmetic, then there is no need for you to go around here and sniff out about Klyaksich. I won't tell you anything.

And the letter "G" sang its stupid little song again. They left without finding out anything. The letter "A" was upset again, and Alya was tightly gripping the elastic band in her hands and hoping that everything would still be settled.

As they descended from the blue porch, the letter "G" leaned out of the window and shouted after them:

Zero! The answer will be zero! If a passenger lags behind the train, then he is no longer a passenger, but a muddler! Do you understand?

The moon has risen. The real night has come. It was necessary to get somewhere for the night. The lights in the windows went out. Only in one, the tallest house, was a tiny window burning under the very roof.

Let's go and ask to spend the night, - Alya suggested. - Do you know who lives up there?

I know, - said the letter "A". - The letter "D" lives there. Her name is Kind Dunya. She will let us spend the night, only there is no elevator in her house and we will have to walk.

It doesn't matter, - said Alya. - We will start counting the floors, and the readers will write down so that we do not lose count.

They opened an old creaky door and headed up the dark staircase. 1st floor. 2nd. Have you written? 3rd, 4th, 5th, bth, 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th.

Come! They knocked. The letter "D" - Good Dunya - shouted from behind the door:

Come in, not locked! Hello, "A", darling! - Dunya was delighted. - Whom did you bring to visit me?

Alya shook the plump hand of Good Dunya and called herself:

Dunya also shook Alina's hand, smiled and sang a song:

Alya was surprised, but hesitated to ask what this song means. Therefore, you have to guess for yourself.

The letter "A" began to tell Duna about Klyaksich, but Dunya interrupted her.

I know, - she said. - Klyaksich was here this morning.

Threatened all the letters that he would replace them with blots if they let the letter "A" back into the ABC. He also boasted that he had already quarreled some of the letters among themselves. Klyaksich told this to his friends Pomarka and Opiska, and I went out onto the balcony and heard everything.

Where did they go then? - asked Alya.

Then they went together to the letter "L" to grab it and lock it up. Some letters are afraid and obey Klyaksich. But not me. I know that the kindest thing in the world is friendship.

Did you notice which road they took? - asked the letter "A".

In my opinion, that way, through the forest, to the letter "L". Relax a little, eat, I will now treat you to a melon.

Alya and the letter "A" lay down on the sofa. Dunya went to the kitchen. She knocked with plates and knives and hummed softly:

"What kind of strange songs is Dunya singing?" - Alya thought again, never guessing what was the matter. Well, did you guess? If not, read Dounia's songs again and pay attention to the first letters at the beginning of each line.

Chapter four

Early in the morning Alya and the letter "A" went straight through the field to the forest. At the edge of the forest stood an old hut that had fallen to one side.

Two poor old women "E" and "Yo" lived in it. They were from birth terribly forgetful and absent-minded. They always lost things, money, dropped wallets, forgot their bags. When someone found their goods and brought them, they no longer remembered anything. If you asked "E": "Is this yours?" - she shook her head and said: "Probably her." They asked "Yo": "Is this yours?" - she also shook her head and said: "Probably her." What was to be done? Neighbors took things for themselves, and "E" and "E" immediately forgot about it.

The travelers did not look to the scattered "E" and "Yo". They kept walking and walking through the forest until they saw a very strange structure.

It was, apparently, a dugout, but the entrance to it was disguised - they did not find the door.

Who lives here? - Alya asked loudly.

Who you are?

Who are you today?

Today we are Ground beetle and Shrew.

"What are these letters?" - thought Alya, but immediately could not figure it out.

Come out, we need to talk, ”she said, hoping that when she saw them, she would understand what letters they were.

We are shy.

Then at least tell me how to find the letter "L"?

Go right. Count five steps. Then go left, count in reverse order. Then from five Christmas trees

right again. You will have to draw Christmas trees, because our forest is deciduous. Take ten steps. Find a gate in the fence / Three letters live there. They will say.

Thank you, - said Alya to these strange letters, and, turning to the right, she, together with the letter "A", began to count: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, then they turned left and again began to count: 5, 4, 3, 2 , 1.

Well, draw Christmas trees, - said Alya.

I have nothing, - answered the letter "A".

Oh, where's my pencil? - Alya was frightened. - Of course! I forgot it at “G” when I was solving her stupid problem. What am I to do now?

They sat on a tree stump. The letter "A" immediately burst into tears. Ale, too, was somehow sad.

Maybe our readers will help us out again? - she thought aloud. - It's not so difficult to draw Christmas trees if you have a notebook and a pencil at hand.

Ah, I do not know, - the letter "A" sobbed. - Let's wait.

Chapter six

Soon the river Ink appeared. It flowed between the high wooded banks. Swallows circled over the purple waves. There was no bridge over which it was possible to cross to the left bank. There was a hurricane here yesterday. Apparently the bridge was blown away by a hurricane.

The Ink Level has risen. There was no question of wading. It was also impossible to get over by swimming - the current in this place was very fast.

Let's cut a pine tree, - suggested the letter "A". - Let's throw it to the other side.

I wonder what you are going to cut with? - Alya asked in a malicious voice.

The letter "A" began to shout for someone from the other side to drive the boat. But nobody responded. Alya figured out how to be.

Let's shake out the bagels, she commanded.

And so they did.

The letter "A" quickly ran to the other side. But how

only Alya stepped on this makeshift bridge, the line under it swayed and bent. Ale became scared.

We need to strengthen the bridge with sticks! - shouted the letter "A" from the other side.

What chopsticks, since I don't have a pencil? How should I write sticks? Ouch! Ouch! Ali's head was spinning. The line is about to fail!

Rather, rather, without wasting a minute, everyone who has a pencil and paper - a whole line of sticks!

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Well, Alya moved to the other side. How much time has been lost! They started running. We reached a small, clean house with the letter "L". But what is it? Nobody here. The gate is wide open. The doors are open. There is no one in the house. Only sits in the booth and does not even bark the dog Ribbon. Many footprints lead from the gate to the left.

Alya and the letter "A" followed in the footsteps. The footprints led to a barn made of thick logs. At the door of the barn sat the letter K and the letter M, armed to the teeth. Alya immediately guessed everything. Of course, they guard poor L in the barn.

Where to? - shouted the letter "K".

We need to see "L", - said Alya. - I need this letter to sign the letter. - And she took another step towards the barn.

The letter K pulled out a revolver.

Don `t move! Kira was washing the frame. Kira has braids.

What are you delirious about? Better open the door, - said Alya.

It is impossible, - the letter "K" answered sternly. - The braids are good. Kira is small.

What's wrong with her? - Alya asked "M".

"M" smiled and didn't seem as ferocious as at first glance.

This letter "K" worked for a long time in the ABC book. And now the beech-

var wrote a new one. They took a younger letter "K" there. And this one was offended. She thinks that ABC book was better. So she mutters the words that were in the primer on her page.

Porridge. Horses. Bitch. Lump, - confirmed the letter "K".

Klyaksich promised her to put a blot on the new "K". So she sucks up.

What about you? - the letter "A" was indignant.

What am I? I'm not angry. Honey. Raspberries. Poppy. Marmalade, - added the letter "M" in confirmation of her kindness.

So help us. Let's release the innocent letter "L", and lock this evil letter "K" in the barn.

You can, - said the letter "M".

And before the fierce letter "K" had time to look around, it ended up in the shed, and the letter "L" happily ran out to meet Ale. Indignant cries rang out from the barn:

Porridge! Chickens! Kira went to the cinema!

But no one listened to them anymore. Having persuaded the letter "M" to signal "K", all three moved on in search of Klyaksich and to the rescue of the letter "I".

Chapter Seven

Alya and the letter "A" quickly walked away from the shed, and behind them, barely keeping up, ran the letter "L". Klyaksich did not order to feed her while she was locked up, and she was very weak.

A huge post was dug in near the road, and an arrow, also huge, was nailed to the post, and on it was written "NOP".

What it is? - asked Alya.

Scientific and experimental point, - explained the letter "A".

Is this an institution?

Of course.

And what are they doing there?

Experiments are performed. "N", "O" and "P" work there. Arrows with NOPs began to come across more and more often, and soon

the travelers saw a gray brick house with light windows all over the wall.

They entered. The neat watchman - semicolon - led them to the laboratory. There something boiled and hissed on spirit lamps, something gurgled in test tubes.

Sorry ... - Alya began.

Shh! - "N", "O" and "P" shouted at her. All three were in white coats and white hats. Experience goes!

But we are very ... - timidly observed the letter "A". "N", "O" and "P" waved their hands.

Started! - declared the letter "N".

Is it melting? - asked the letter "P" in a whisper from her comrades.

It is oxidizing, - the letter "O" whispered in response. - The reaction proceeds with the release of heat ... Unnecessary letters precipitate.

What are you doing here? - Alya could not resist.

Shh! - all three shouted at her. - We are melting words.

What? What? - Alya was amazed.

Ready! - shouted "N", "O" and "P" in chorus.

They jumped to a flask, and the letter "H" solemnly announced:

The experience went brilliantly. Here you are. Instead of the usual flimsy perishable poem, we

obtained by laboratory means stable poems, not afraid of either poisonous substances or bad weather. Listen:

There was a Smart Elephant in the world. He had TelePON. An elephant walks - Top-top-top, Elephant TeleNOP is calling ...

Wait, wait! - the letter "A" could not stand it. - What are you doing? You are replacing other letters with your letters! Did Klyaksich persuade you, or what?

Shh! - shouted again all three letters in white coats. - Shh! We are continuing the experience.

Come on, - said Alya. - We won't get any sense here anyway.

Lived yes. light Smart elephant.

HIM HAS A PHONE OUT.

Walks elephant - Top-top-top,

The ELEPHANT TELENOP is calling ...

Chapter Eight

Alya, the letter "A" and the letter "L" went out into the street in complete confusion. Alya said:

Well, what are we going to do? Maybe we can go find the letter "R" and learn something from her?

It is unlikely that she will tell us anything, - the letter "A" sighed.

You see, she's a dog. A very good dog, of an interesting breed - Giant Schnauzer, her name is Rosochka. She is kind and smart. When Klyaksich began to misbehave in the ABC, she snapped at him great: "Rrrr!" He persuaded Opiska, he wrote on her booth - "Sabak Rozachka". And now she is completely ill. She always gets sick when the word "dog" is misspelled.

What a pity! - Alya sighed. - I really love dogs ... Maybe let's go find the letter "C"?

Hello-ss-those! ... - suddenly came from somewhere above. - Hello, I'm here, here!

Alya saw that the letter "C" was sitting on the fence - a magpie.

Do you know something about Klyaksich? - asked the letter "A". - Where has he gone, have you not heard what?

The magpie goggled at her and mumbled!

A sleepy magpie sat on a pine tree. Bullfinches and jays dreamed of her in a dream, "Hurry!" - the jays were angry. "We are in a hurry!" - the bullfinch whistled. Magpie hit on the back, And the dream flew off her.

It turned out that he did not want to pronounce forty other words, except for "S". Well, what was there to do?

Or maybe the letter "T" tells us something? - Alya asked hopefully.

The A shook its head.

Sleepy magpie svd amp; w, on a pine tree. Bullfinches and jays take pictures of her in a dream. "Hurry!" - angry jays."We're in a hurry!" - the bullfinch whistled. \ He hit Soros on the back,

ANDDREAM WITH HER

- "T" is a good letter, only it is Tyutya.

What does it mean? - Alya did not understand.

Tyuta, that's all. Don't you understand - "Tyutya"?

She did not have time to explain to Ale what “Tyutya” means, because someone began to shout and call the letter “A”. It was the letter "U". She rushed towards them across the pavement, ignoring the red lights and moving vehicles.

Finally! - she shouted. - The letter "A", finally I found you!

Shh, hush! - the letter "A" stopped her. - I returned to the ABC secretly, because Klyaksich kicked me out, don't you know?

Horrible! When will this end? After all, this Klyaksich, disgusting, evil Klyaksich was angry with my friend Fedya.

What for? - asked Alya.

For the fact that he did not want to let him hide the letter "I" in his hollow.

And what did Klyaksich do with him? - asked the letter "A" anxiously.

The letter "U" wiped her eyes with a handkerchief.

I don’t know, ”she said.“ He doesn’t come to me anymore, and I couldn’t find him in the forest. So I'm looking for you, letter "A". I walk through the woods and I can't shout "Ay" without you. I get “Oooh,” and the owl Fedya probably thinks it's just the wind and doesn't respond. Come with me to the forest, please.

Alya and the letter "A" exchanged glances. What to do? They are looking for the letter "I", they have absolutely no time to go to the forest. But you have to rescue the owl Fedya!

Come on, - said Alya to the letter "A" and the letter "L". - In what forest does the owl Fedya live? - she asked the letter "U".

Not far away, - the letter "U" bustled. - Over there, behind that street, the forest begins, where he lives and always comes to me to drink tea, he really loves gingerbread. And now, poor, poor ...

Many old hollow oak trees grew in the Fedina forest. Thick foliage obscured the sun. The grass was wet.

Ay, ay! - shouted the letters "A" and "U" in the green twilight of the Fedin forest.

Nobody answered them.

Ay, ay! they shouted again.

It seemed to Ale that in response some vague sounds were heard, but from where, she could not understand.

Fedya! Fedya! - the letter "U" was straining.

Boo-boo ... - it was barely audible to them.

Suddenly the letter "L", which wearily trudged behind everyone, saw the inscription carved on the root of the oak: "ten." And on the other oak, too, "ten". And next to "ten". And on one more - "nilif". What do these mysterious inscriptions mean ?!

Everyone began to examine the oak trees, banging on the trunks. The oaks were thick. There were no knots below. Climbing an oak tree to inspect the summit was almost impossible. And then, which one to climb?

Understood! - Alya suddenly shouted. - Let's stand on each other's shoulders, and you, the letter "U", climb to the very top and look for the hollow. - With these words, Alya ran to the oak tree with the inscription "Nilif".

The letter "U" climbed onto a thick branch and began to fumble over the bark.

There is nothing! - she shouted from above. - There are only branches! Get me down!

Search, search! - Alya insisted.

Ouch! - shouted the letter "U". - The branches are falling! They don’t grow here! Hollow! It was blocked by branches! And smeared with ink!

The letter "U" fiddled with the branches a little, and the owl Fedya was free.

All in a joyful crowd moved back to the city.

How did you guess where Klyaksich hid Fedya? - asked the letter "A" from Ali.

Yes, it's as easy as shelling pears, - said Alya, but did not finish ...

Someone rushed towards them, tumbling and taking two steps, now on their hands, then on their feet.

Who is this? - Alya was surprised.

This is Sly, the letter "X".

That's good! - Alya was delighted. - We will now ask her, maybe she knows where Klyaksich has gone.

No, no, - said the letter "U". - She does not need to ask. She's very cunning. She will tell you that she is friends with you, and then she will meet your enemy, turn over, stand in her arms - and please, she is already his first friend. She looks the same - even on her hands, even on her feet.

Good weather! - said the letter "X", catching up with them. - Where are you coming from?

We walked in the woods, - muttered the letter "U". - We are in a hurry. Goodbye.

Goodbye, goodbye, although it would be nice to have a little chat with you. ”And the letter“ X ”smiled sweetly.

But the letter "U" quickened his steps.

Thank you all, - said the letter "U". - You helped me find Fedya. Come to me for tea with gingerbread.

But Alya refused for everyone:

Thanks, but we can't. We need to look for the letter "I", some trouble must have happened to her, since Klyaksich is after her so.

Alya, the letter "A" and the letter "L" followed the "U" and "F" to the house and went on.

Chapter nine

The sun rose and it got hot. They reached some dusty public garden with sparse bushes and burnt-out flower beds. Wearily sank down on the bench. The letters "H" and "C" immediately flopped onto the next shop. They both laughed.

What's funny you hear? - asked the letter "A" in an angry voice.

We play hide and seek, - said the letter "Ch". - Look, can you find us? - And they mumbled, interrupting each other:

Chaptia agat tsernzh, Ernsh.a. Zernal chepla yirksh iERTila. Think about it, a very little shrtyoets, if you stand upside down * you will immediately understand it!

Very fun, - muttered the letter "A". - Would you rather tell me where the letter "I" is? Where is Klyaksich?

None, that is, we know nothing. We played all the time. Ask the sisters "Ш" and "Ш", they are serious.

Where do they live?

Yes, here next.

But I didn't have to go anywhere: the letter "U" ran into the square, upset, all in tears.

Trouble, trouble ... - she lamented.

What's the matter? - Alya asked anxiously.

Not with me - with my sister. - Through tears, the letter "Ш" could hardly pronounce the words. - Klyaksich pulled her apart on hooks because she did not want to give out the letter "I". He bewitched his sister, and now the hooks will be all separate, until someone writes the letter "W" a thousand times a hundred. But no one can do this. My poor little sister!

Do not kill yourself like that, - said Alya. - We have been traveling with the letter "A" for a long time, and our readers have helped us out more than once. I am sure that each of them will first rewrite the hooks in a notebook and when he learns to write them completely correctly, he will write many, many "W" and send it to you. So you have enough to break witchcraft.

The letter "U" calmed down a bit.

Tell me, where did Klyaksich go?

He went somewhere to the very end of the ABC, - said the letter "U". - I heard him swearing with hard and soft signs. Klyaksich persuaded them to do something. The firm sign did not agree, swore with Klyaksich and shouted: “I'm not afraid! I'll eat you and throw the leftovers to the dogs! " A soft sign begged: “Aren't you sorry? Give it up! Leave it! Stop!" - but I was so upset that I didn't understand what they were talking about.

And where is the letter "I" now?

Do not know. The letter "W", my sister, knew. But she did not want to tell: she was afraid that Klyaksich was up to something unkind.

Well, goodbye, - said Alya, and they went to the end of the ABC, where the letter "E" lived.

The letter "E" had a small house of its own,

tiles. The letter "E" greeted them affectionately, stretched out its hand to each and called herself:

Emma-Ella-Erna-Evelina.

“Father, what a long and complicated name she has,” thought Alya.

Visiting Emma-Ella-Erna-Evelina was her friend the letter "U", whom everyone called Julia in a Skirt, because she never wore dresses.

Do not bother to explain, I know why you came, - said the letter "E". - Everything that I know, I will reveal to you. But, unfortunately, I don't know much. The letter "I" was hidden by the word "hare". When Klyaksich did guess where the letter "I" was, he chased a hare. He would never have been able to catch up with the hare, but he ran so fast that the letter "I" could not keep up at such a speed and jumped out of the word. Then Klyaksich grabbed her!

Oh! - burst out at the letter "A".

And, - continued the letter "E", - he made some kind of enchanted inscription, which is impossible to read. Whoever reads it will free the letter "I". Julia and I rewrote the inscription, but could not decipher it.

Where is this inscription? - Alya asked. - Show me soon!

Why, - said Emma-Ella-Erna-Evelina.

Everyone was just dumbfounded. What is it? Who will be able to read these intricate twisted letters?

No one could utter a word. All silently looked at the enchanted inscription. Alya became completely gloomy. The letter "A" burst into tears.

Suddenly a small bird flew into the open window - a robin. It was the letter "3".

Mirror! Mirror! Mirror! she shouted three times and fluttered out the window.

Wait, explain! - the letter "E" shouted after her, but the robin just melted in the air.

What is a "mirror"? What is a "mirror"? Why "mirror"? - repeated the letter "A" endlessly.

I don’t know, ”Emma-Ella-Erna-Evelina sighed.

I have no idea, - Julia in a Skirt was upset.

Alya went to the mirror - it showed her nothing but Ali herself.

What to do? - She asked thoughtfully. - Maybe the guys will help us again?

I don’t know, ”the letter" A "responded sadly.

They will help, of course! - said Alya. - There are so many of them. And they are all smart. They'll guess.

Chapter ten and the last

Well, now, when everything ended so happily ... What? Of course, the guys figured out how to read the enchanted inscription, and the letter "I" was freed from its terrible captivity. And Alya wrote the following letter:

Dear mommy! I am so glad that you will come soon and take me to 1 class. Come soon.

Your daughter Alya.

All this is wonderful. But where did the villain Klyaksich go? Did Alya manage to defeat him?

Everyone would really like it to be so. But ... Klyaksich could not be caught. He escaped. He left the ABC together with his friends Blot and Opiska. They now run from notebook to notebook together and build all sorts of dirty tricks for people on the sly.

Everything

My dear readers!

I began to think, what could be so common between me, so old, and between you, so young? But here's what: you and I - we love Murzilka! This is our magazine - both yours and mine.

I got to know Murzilka back when I was the same age as you are now. On New Year's Eve, I reminded my mother every time so that she would not forget to subscribe to my favorite magazine. But time passed, and I grew up and began to read other, adults, magazines and newspapers. And then ... Then - and it was back in 1958, when your fathers and mothers were not yet born, and grandmothers and grandfathers walked under the table - my first poem was published in "Murzilka". Wow, what pride it filled me as an aspiring writer!

And in all the following times, whatever I wrote, the first thing I did was to show it to the editorial office of Murzilka. A lot of things were first printed on the pages of their favorite magazine, and then they turned into a book. And very many heroes of various works written by various writers, first came to the reader in the magazine, in "Murzilka". And only then they moved into the book.

What could be more interesting than meeting your friend in a book, finding out the details of his life and adventures, turning the pages of the book.

Have you noticed that when you flip through the pages of paper, they radiate warmth? No electronic tablet, the most sophisticated, will ever give such warmth, I assure you!

How wonderful it can be to climb up on the sofa, pick up a warm, living book, see how the artist portrayed the heroes, renounce everything, delve into reading and even find yourself in the thick of the events described by the power of your imagination. What could be more wonderful! You agree with me?

Adventures in Tutitamia

The day was still frowning and frowning. In the morning. Then it started to rain. Petty and nasty. Not summer at all, but some kind of autumn, dull. Naushka curled up in the corner of Natasha's sofa, became like a grandmother's ball, and slept, slept, slept ...

Natasha was bored, she didn't want anything, neither to play, nor to draw. Grandmother for something entered the room and suddenly stopped near Natasha's table.

Natasha, what is it? she asked, taking from the table a beautiful wooden Easter egg painted with blue and pink flowers. - Where is it from?

Natasha did not answer right away and was somehow strangely embarrassed:

This is Taino ...

Did she give it to you?

N-n-no ...

Did you let me play?

N-n-no ...

Something seemed suspicious to my grandmother.

So how did it get to you? Natasha was silent. She dropped her eyes and stared at the floor.

I took it from the basket ...

Without asking?

Yes, Natasha whispered.

What have you done? - the grandmother was worried. - Don't you know that taking someone else's without asking is just theft ?! Now take your umbrella and go to Taia.

Grandma, what can I say? - Natasha was confused.

Say what you want! But just to be true!

When Natasha came to Taia, she was sitting on a stool and crying. It turns out that the painted testicle was a gift and a memory, and Mystery's mother treasured it very much. And Tae flew in for being lost. Blushing and stammering, Natasha held out a testicle. Taya was so happy that she did not ask how Natasha suddenly had it. In addition, fortunately for Natasha, the Secret Mom was not at home ...

When Natasha returned home, her grandmother asked sternly:

Gave it away? Natasha nodded.

It's good that you had the courage, - said the grandmother. “And conscience,” she added after a pause. - Now sit down on the sofa and listen. And I'll read you a fairy tale.

Move over, Naushka, ”Natasha said and prepared to listen.

Grandmother took the book, put on her glasses and began to read the story.

Lady of hearts

In the morning in your kitchen

Baked royal donuts

For distinguished guests

Of all kinds.

Putting them to freeze on the balcony.

And the jack of hearts,

Eighteen years old

He dragged them away and ate them alone.

And nobody saw.

And nobody said:

"Shame on you, Your Highness!"

Soon the guests came:

Ladies and kings

Both clubs and diamonds.

All in brocade and furs,

Dressed to dust

And wrapped in new robes.

Here is our king of hearts

Shouted to his lady:

Look who came to visit us! -

He served it to the table himself.

I even poured it myself

Delicious veal tails soup.

There was salmon on the table

And a turkey in jelly

And sparkling champagne.

Everyone exclaimed: - Ah! -

As brought in by candlelight

Light pudding with refined gravy.

The queen was cheerful throughout the meal.

Gnawed two turkey wings in a row.

Sinking down with French broth

And then she ordered the jack of hearts

Bring the royal dessert as soon as possible

And give everyone a donut.

But, returning from the balcony, the jack

Reported: - They are not there.

They were evidently carried away by the robbers.

I searched on the floor.

Fumbled in every corner.

On the table, in the chest, in the washstand.

However, maybe a cat

That lives in the basement. -

Think about it yourself -

That's right, he ate them: He was looking at me.

Wiggle her mustache guilty.

Ashamed, jack.

You are talking sheer nonsense.

After all, cats don't eat donuts.

And let me notice. -

The king shouted with his heart. -

They don't need pompom berets!

Hey, call the servants here

Yes, put everyone in a circle.

I myself will conduct the proceedings.

I know who stole

I picked up the crumbs.

Yes, there is one thing left.

It so happened that the thief,

Forgetting the shame

I didn't wipe my chin with a handkerchief,

And in trouble for him

In sight of people

All the syrup from the jam and flowed out!

Then everyone began to look

Turn our heads

As if the thief had never been seen before.

And our jack of hearts

Rubbing harder and harder

Unstained your chin.

Queen, shouting:

Hey, call the executioner! -

She pounded her heels with anger.

And they didn't know what to do.

Should I eat or drink

All her royal guests.

But the king kept his speech.

Objected fervently

Against the death penalty:

Since there are no donuts,

That is the jack of hearts

It is unlikely that he will do more ugly!

Let the jack of hearts

The next few years

Eats only hot crust.

And for tomorrow

Bring the strap

Yes, ask for a good spanking!

Natasha laughed.

Sorry, grandma, ”she said. - I understood everything, I will never take anything from someone else without asking.

Grandmother, patting her granddaughter on the head, went into the kitchen to fry cutlets.

You know, Naushka, ”Natasha said. - All the same, I have a very kind grandmother.

But Naushka continued to sleep, and the rain continued to knock on the window. Natasha lay down beside her. She pulled on an old plaid blanket. And, too, imperceptibly fell asleep.

("The Tale of Donuts" - a fragment of Irina Tokmakova's fairy tale "Adventures in Tutitamia" - was published in the 6th issue of the Murzilka magazine in 1999.)

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Rice. L. Tokmakova

Tales of Tokmakova. Irina Petrovna Tokmakova (born March 3, 1929) is a children's poet and prose writer, a translator of children's poetry. She is the author of several educational fairy tales for preschool children and classical translations of English and Swedish folk poetry. The wife of the illustrator Lev Tokmakov.

Born in Moscow, father - electrical engineer, Pyotr Karpovich, mother - Lidia Aleksandrovna, children's doctor, in charge of the "House of Foundlings".

Since childhood, she wrote poetry, but she believed that she had no literary ability, so she chose the profession of a linguist. In 1953 she graduated from the Faculty of Philology of Moscow State University, studied in postgraduate studies in general and comparative linguistics. At the same time she worked as a translator.

Literary translations of children's poems began with the fact that a Swedish power engineer, Mr. Borgkvist, came to Russia on business, who, having met a young translator, learned that she loved Swedish poetry, and later sent her a collection of Swedish folk children's songs for her little son. The first translations of the poems were made for personal use, but her husband, Lev Tokmakov, took them to the publishing house, and they were accepted.

A year later, the first book of her own poems, "Trees", was published, written together with Lev Tokmakov.

Irina Petrovna Tokmakova

And a cheerful morning will come

Poems, fairy tales, stories

"It's a fun morning ..."

In order, it was so.

Sing along, sing along:
Ten birds - a flock ...
This one is a finch.
This is a swift.
This is a funny siskin.
Well, this one is an evil eagle.
Birds, birds, go home!

And the two-year-old girl nimbly lies down on the floor, makes a funny depiction of horror on her face and deftly crawls under the bed ...

This is how my acquaintance with the poetry of Irina Tokmakova began. My daughter crawled under the bed, and her mother read the poems "Ten birds - a flock" with expression.

Ten years later I saw an article by Tokmakova in the Pravda newspaper. She wrote that modern children's literature, and especially one directed to children, should first of all teach ... an adult, teach him how to deal with a child!

The writer was right, and I knew this from experience.

Irina Petrovna works for the smallest listener and reader - for preschoolers and junior schoolchildren. Writes poems, songs, stories, fairy tales and plays. And in all her works, reality and fiction walk side by side and are friends. Listen, read the poems "In a Wonderful Country" and "Bukvarinsk", "Kittens" and "Patter", other works, and you will agree with me. ‹…›

Tokmakova's poems are simple, short, sonorous, easy to remember. We need them as well as the first words.

Each of us learns the world in different ways: for some, cognition is easy, for others it is more difficult. Some mature faster, others slower. But in any case, none of us can do without our native language, without words and expressions of the simplest. They miraculously unite into that strong thread that connects native words with each other, with the wisdom of a fairy tale, and with the joy and sadness of our time. From the earliest years, along with the recognition of the native language, the child is immersed in a certain culture. That is why they say: "The word, the language is the whole world."

Through words they recognize themselves and others. Words can be repeated, recited, chanted, and fun to play with.

Where does Irina Petrovna - an adult - know the first words of children so well? Or does she invent them, compose them?

Good children's books are obtained only by the writer who has not forgotten what it is like to be small among adults. Such a writer clearly remembers how children think, feel, quarrel and reconcile - he remembers how they grow up. If I didn’t remember, I wouldn’t have found the words that you would immediately believe.

"How much must be remembered!" - some of you may be surprised.

You really need to remember a lot. But even a children's writer cannot remember everything about childhood. And then he composes, comes up with interesting stories that could well be in fact.

Like on a hill - snow, snow,
And under the hill - snow, snow,
And on the tree - snow, snow,
And under the tree - snow, snow,
And a bear sleeps under the snow.
Hush, hush ... Do not make noise.

The sooner the feeling of love for the hometown, village, home, friends and neighbors awakens in the human soul, the more spiritual strength a person has. Irina Petrovna always remembers this. For more than half a century, she has never parted with poems, fairy tales, stories, and therefore with you, her readers, for a single day.

We talked a little about special adults.

Now let's talk about special children. It's easier because kids are all special. Only a special person plays doctors and cosmonauts, mothers and daughters and princesses, teachers and robbers, wild animals and vendors. In such games, everything is as in reality, as in life - everything is "for the truth": serious faces, important actions, real offenses and joys, real friendship. This means that children's play is not just fun, but everyone's dream of tomorrow. A child's play is the belief that one must imitate the best deeds and actions of adults, this is an eternal childish desire to grow up as soon as possible.

Here Irina Petrovna helps children: she writes, composes books about everything in the world. But he writes not just to entertain the child, no. She teaches to think seriously about life, teaches serious deeds. About this her stories, for example "The Pines Are Noisy", "Rostik and Kesha", the poems "I heard", "Conversations" and many, many others.

Everyone has their favorite toys. Growing up, you do not part with them for a long time: you place them on cabinets, shelves, sit on the sofa, on the floor. And you are doing the right thing!

Favorite toys, especially dolls and animals, are part of childhood, the children's world, children themselves composed it around them. In such a world, you can live as long as you like, because there are friends around. This world is inhabited by beautiful heroes - mischievous and obedient, funny and touching, honest and loyal. Why part with them!

Children's books live exactly the same life - your best friends and advisers. Ask a toy, such as Thumbelina or a bear, about something. Give them a moment to be silent and think, and you yourself are responsible for them. Interesting! But the book itself answers us with the voices of its heroes to any questions. In my opinion, even more interesting! You are holding one of these books in your hands now.

Any well-known work by Tokmakova, included in the book "And the cheerful morning will come", will certainly make you find and remember other poems and prose of Irina Petrovna, her translations of works for children from Armenian, Lithuanian, Uzbek, Tajik, English, Bulgarian, German and other languages ... Tokmakova translates a lot - she helps writers from other countries to come with their books to children who read in Russian. So readers and writers, with the help of books, learn good things from each other, understand better and faster that a person is born and lives for happiness - for the world, for people, and not for grief - for war and the destruction of all living things. And if a person does not understand this, his life is wasted, it brings neither joy nor benefit to anyone. So, I was born in vain ...

And yet the joys and sorrows in our lives often go side by side. Adults, people who have lived a lot say: "This is how the world works."

It is interesting that writers and children, without saying a word, most often answer this like this: "We want to make the world a better place."

Correct answer.

There is no other people's grief, there should not be. Therefore, children's writers are always looking for the reasons for the good and bad actions of adults and children:

I hate Tarasov:
He shot a moose.
I heard him tell
Even though he spoke softly.

Now the calf-lipped
Who will feed in the forest?
I hate Tarasov.
Let him go home!

When a person strives for a better life, he wants justice not only for himself, but also for others. And “others” are not only people, they are all living things around. Irina Tokmakova writes a lot about nature, knows how to make the personal state of her characters - children and adults, trees and flowers, domestic and wild animals - interesting to every reader. Even in a short poem, she wisely humanizes nature, reveals the content of the daily worries of both the tree and the beast.

Children's poet and prose writer, translator of children's poems, laureate of the State Prize of Russia for works for children and youth (for the book "Happy Journey!"). Irina Petrovna has always been an excellent student: she graduated from school with a gold medal, having special success in literature and English; having entered the philological faculty of Moscow State University without exams, she graduated with honors; She combined her postgraduate studies with work as a guide-translator. Listen to Tokmakova's works for schoolchildren and younger children.



Once I. Tokmakova accompanied foreign power engineers - there were only five of them, but they came from different countries, so the young translator had to speak English, French and Swedish at the same time! The Swedish power engineer was an elderly man - he was amazed that a young Muscovite not only spoke his native language, but also quoted lines of Swedish poets to him. Returning to Stockholm, he sent Irina Petrovna a collection of Swedish folk songs. This small book, taken out of the package, in fact, will drastically change the fate of I. Tokmakova, although no one suspected it yet ...

Lev Tokmakov (he himself tried to write poetry) involuntarily heard Swedish lullabies performed by his wife, became interested and offered them to the editorial staff of the Murzilka magazine, with which he collaborated. The first publication of I. Tokmakova appeared there. Then the poems-songs translated by her from the Swedish language were collected in a separate book "The bees lead a round dance", but it was not L. Tokmakov who was instructed to illustrate it, but the famous artist A.V. Kokorin. And here is the second book by I. Tokmakova: "Little Willie-Winky" (translated from Scottish folk songs) - has already been published in illustrations by L.А. Tokmakov. Willie-Winky is a gnome that looks like Ole Lukkoye from G.H. Andersen. After "Kroshka" Irina Petrovna was admitted to the Writers' Union - on the recommendation of S.Ya. Marshak! So I. Tokmakova, having abandoned the career of a scientist, philologist, teacher, became a children's poet and writer. But not only - the range of Irina Petrovna's literary pursuits is extremely wide.

The creative union of Irina and Lev Tokmakovs developed successfully. The children's poet Irina Tokmakova, published in the 1960s, was illustrated by the artist Lev Tokmakov: Trees (1962), Kukareku (1965), Carousel (1967), Evening Tale (1968). Irina Petrovna is the author of not only poetry books, but also a significant number of fairy tales: such as "Alya, Klyaksich and the letter" A "," Maybe zero is not to blame? "," Happily, Ivushkin! "," Rostik and Kesha " , "Maroussia will not return" and others. They came out in illustrations by L. Tokmakov and other artists (V. Dugin, B. Lapshin, G. Makaveeva, V. Chizhikov and others).

Irina Tokmakova, in turn, worked with the works of foreign children's authors as a translator. In the translations or retellings of Irina Petrovna, Russian-speaking children met the famous heroes of John

M. Barry, Lewis Carroll, Pamela Travers and others. I.P. Tokmakova translated a huge number of poems from the languages ​​of the peoples of the USSR and the world: Armenian, Bulgarian, Vietnamese, Hindi, Czech and others. As a poet-translator, Irina Petrovna often "guest" on the pages of the "Kukumber" magazine. According to I. Tokmakova: “As an integral part of beauty, poetry is designed to save the world. Save from grief, pragmatism and money-grubbing, which they are trying to elevate to virtue. "

In 2004, the President of the Russian Federation V.V. Putin sent congratulations on the 75th birthday of I.P. Tokmakova, who made a huge contribution to both domestic and world children's literature. Irina Petrovna has long been a recognized authority in the pedagogical field. She is the author and co-author of many textbooks for preschool and primary school children. Together with his son Vasily (who once listened to his mother's Swedish folk songs in the cradle) I.P. Tokmakova wrote the book "Reading Together, Play Together, or Adventures in Tutitamia", designated as "a guide for a novice mother and an advanced baby." Tokmakov Sr. also left a mark in children's literature as a writer: in 1969 the book "Mishin's Gem" was published, which Lev Alekseevich himself wrote and illustrated.