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Gianni Rodari

Bon Appetit!

This book includes most of my stories, written for children over fifteen years. You will say that this is not enough. In 15 years, if I wrote only one page every day, I could already have about 5500 pages. So I wrote much less than I could. And yet I do not consider myself a big lazy person!

The fact is that during these years I still worked as a journalist and did many other things. For example, I wrote articles for newspapers and magazines, dealt with school problems, played with my daughter, listened to music, went for a walk, thought. And thinking is also a useful thing. Perhaps even the most useful of all. In my opinion, each person should think for half an hour a day. This can be done anywhere - sitting at a table, walking in the woods, alone or with a company.

I became a writer almost by accident. I wanted to be a violinist and I learned to play the violin for several years. But since 1943 I no longer touch her. The violin has been with me ever since. All the time I am going to add strings that are missing, fix the broken neck, buy a new bow instead of the old one, which is completely disheveled, and start the exercises again from the first position. Maybe I'll do it someday, but I don't have time yet. I would also like to be an artist. True, at school I always had poor grades in drawing, and yet I always loved to drive with a pencil and write in oils. Unfortunately, at school we were forced to do such boring things that they could make even a cow out of patience. In a word, like all the guys, I dreamed about many things, but then I did not do much, but did what I least thought about.

However, without knowing it myself, I had been preparing for my writing career for a long time. For example, I became a school teacher. I don’t think I was a very good teacher: I was too young and my thoughts were very far from the school desks. Perhaps I was a fun teacher. I told the children various funny stories - stories without any meaning, and the more absurd they were, the more the children laughed. It already meant something. In schools that I know, in my opinion, there is little laugh. Much that one could learn by laughing is taught with tears - bitter and useless.

But let's not get distracted. Anyway, I must tell you about this book. I hope it will be as fun as a toy. By the way, here's another activity that I would like to devote myself to: making toys. I always wanted toys to be unexpected, with an invention, so that they would suit everyone. Such toys last long and never get bored. Not knowing how to work with either wood or metal, I tried to make toys out of words. Toys, in my opinion, are as important as books: if they were not, the guys would not love them. And since they love them, it means that toys teach them something that cannot be learned otherwise.

I would like the toys to serve both adults and children, so that they can be played with the whole family, the whole class, together with the teacher. I would like my books to be the same. And this one too. She must help parents to get closer to their children, so that one can laugh with her, argue with her. I am pleased when a boy listens to my stories willingly. I am even more happy when this story makes him want to speak, express his opinion, ask adults questions, demand that they answer.

My book is published in the Soviet Union. I am very pleased with this, because the Soviet guys are excellent readers. I met many Soviet children in libraries, in schools, in the Palaces of Pioneers, in the Houses of Culture - everywhere I went. And now I will tell you where I have been: in Moscow, Leningrad, Riga, Alma-Ata, Simferopol, Artek, Yalta, Sevastopol, Krasnodar, Nalchik. In Artek, I met guys from the Far North and the Far East. They were all great book eaters. How great it is to know that a book, no matter how thick or thin, is printed not in order to lie somewhere in the dust in a showcase or in a closet, but in order to be swallowed and eaten with great appetite. digested hundreds of thousands of children.

Therefore, I thank all those who prepared this book, and those who, so to speak, will eat it. I hope you enjoy it.

Bon Appetit!

Gianni Rodari

Traveling the Blue Arrow

Chapter I. SIGNORA WITHOUT FIVE MINUTES OF BARONESS

The fairy was an old lady, very well-bred and noble, almost a baroness.

They call me, ”she sometimes muttered to herself,“ just a Fairy, and I don’t protest: after all, you need to have condescension to the ignorant. But I am almost a baroness; decent people know this.

Yes, Signora Baroness, - the maid assented.

I’m not a 100% Baroness, but I don’t miss her so much. And the difference is almost imperceptible. Is not it?

Invisible, Signora Baroness. And decent people do not notice her ...

It was just the first morning of the new year. All night long Fairy and her maid traveled on the rooftops, delivering gifts. Their dresses were covered with snow and icicles.

Light the stove, - said the Fairy, - you need to dry your clothes. And put the broom in its place: now for a whole year you don't have to think about flying from roof to roof, and even with such a northerly wind.

The maid put the broom back in place, grumbling:

Nice little business - flying on a broom! This is in our time when airplanes were invented! I have already caught a cold because of this.

Prepare me a glass of flower broth, ”the Fairy ordered, putting on her glasses and sitting down in an old leather chair that stood in front of the writing table.

Just a minute, Baroness, ”said the maid.

The fairy looked at her approvingly.

“She's a little lazy,” thought Fairy, “but she knows the rules of good manners and knows how to behave with the lady of my circle. I will promise her to increase her salary. In fact, of course, I will not increase it, and so there is not enough money. "

I must say that the Fairy, for all her nobility, was rather stingy. Twice a year she promised the old maid to increase her wages, but she confined herself to only promises. The servant had long been tired of hearing only words, she wanted to hear the jingle of coins. Once she even had the courage to tell the Baroness about it. But the Fairy was very indignant:

Coins and coins! - she said, sighing, - Ignorant people only think about money. And how bad it is that you not only think, but also talk about it! Apparently teaching you good manners is like feeding a donkey with sugar.

Gianni Rodari

Bon Appetit!

This book includes most of my stories, written for children over fifteen years. You will say that this is not enough. In 15 years, if I wrote only one page every day, I could already have about 5500 pages. So I wrote much less than I could. And yet I do not consider myself a big lazy person!

The fact is that during these years I still worked as a journalist and did many other things. For example, I wrote articles for newspapers and magazines, dealt with school problems, played with my daughter, listened to music, went for a walk, thought. And thinking is also a useful thing. Perhaps even the most useful of all. In my opinion, each person should think for half an hour a day. This can be done anywhere - sitting at a table, walking in the woods, alone or with a company.

I became a writer almost by accident. I wanted to be a violinist and I learned to play the violin for several years. But since 1943 I no longer touch her. The violin has been with me ever since. All the time I am going to add strings that are missing, fix the broken neck, buy a new bow instead of the old one, which is completely disheveled, and start the exercises again from the first position. Maybe I'll do it someday, but I don't have time yet. I would also like to be an artist. True, at school I always had poor grades in drawing, and yet I always loved to drive with a pencil and write in oils. Unfortunately, at school we were forced to do such boring things that they could make even a cow out of patience. In a word, like all the guys, I dreamed about many things, but then I did not do much, but did what I least thought about.

However, without knowing it myself, I had been preparing for my writing career for a long time. For example, I became a school teacher. I don’t think I was a very good teacher: I was too young and my thoughts were very far from the school desks. Perhaps I was a fun teacher. I told the children various funny stories - stories without any meaning, and the more absurd they were, the more the children laughed. It already meant something. In schools that I know, in my opinion, there is little laugh. Much that one could learn by laughing is taught with tears - bitter and useless.

But let's not get distracted. Anyway, I must tell you about this book. I hope it will be as fun as a toy. By the way, here's another activity that I would like to devote myself to: making toys. I always wanted toys to be unexpected, with an invention, so that they would suit everyone. Such toys last long and never get bored. Not knowing how to work with either wood or metal, I tried to make toys out of words. Toys, in my opinion, are as important as books: if they were not, the guys would not love them. And since they love them, it means that toys teach them something that cannot be learned otherwise.

I would like the toys to serve both adults and children, so that they can be played with the whole family, the whole class, together with the teacher. I would like my books to be the same. And this one too. She must help parents to get closer to their children, so that one can laugh with her, argue with her. I am pleased when a boy listens to my stories willingly. I am even more happy when this story makes him want to speak, express his opinion, ask adults questions, demand that they answer.

My book is published in the Soviet Union. I am very pleased with this, because the Soviet guys are excellent readers. I met many Soviet children in libraries, in schools, in the Palaces of Pioneers, in the Houses of Culture - everywhere I went. And now I will tell you where I have been: in Moscow, Leningrad, Riga, Alma-Ata, Simferopol, Artek, Yalta, Sevastopol, Krasnodar, Nalchik. In Artek, I met guys from the Far North and the Far East. They were all great book eaters. How great it is to know that a book, no matter how thick or thin, is printed not in order to lie somewhere in the dust in a showcase or in a closet, but in order to be swallowed and eaten with great appetite. digested hundreds of thousands of children.

Therefore, I thank all those who prepared this book, and those who, so to speak, will eat it. I hope you enjoy it.

Bon Appetit!

Gianni Rodari

Traveling the Blue Arrow

Chapter I. SIGNORA WITHOUT FIVE MINUTES OF BARONESS

The fairy was an old lady, very well-bred and noble, almost a baroness.

They call me, ”she sometimes muttered to herself,“ just a Fairy, and I don’t protest: after all, you need to have condescension to the ignorant. But I am almost a baroness; decent people know this.

Yes, Signora Baroness, - the maid assented.

I’m not a 100% Baroness, but I don’t miss her so much. And the difference is almost imperceptible. Is not it?

Invisible, Signora Baroness. And decent people do not notice her ...

It was just the first morning of the new year. All night long Fairy and her maid traveled on the rooftops, delivering gifts. Their dresses were covered with snow and icicles.

Light the stove, - said the Fairy, - you need to dry your clothes. And put the broom in its place: now for a whole year you don't have to think about flying from roof to roof, and even with such a northerly wind.

The maid put the broom back in place, grumbling:

Nice little business - flying on a broom! This is in our time when airplanes were invented! I have already caught a cold because of this.

Prepare me a glass of flower broth, ”the Fairy ordered, putting on her glasses and sitting down in an old leather chair that stood in front of the writing table.

Just a minute, Baroness, ”said the maid.

The fairy looked at her approvingly.

“She's a little lazy,” thought Fairy, “but she knows the rules of good manners and knows how to behave with the lady of my circle. I will promise her to increase her salary. In fact, of course, I will not increase it, and so there is not enough money. "

I must say that the Fairy, for all her nobility, was rather stingy. Twice a year she promised the old maid to increase her wages, but she confined herself to only promises. The servant had long been tired of hearing only words, she wanted to hear the jingle of coins. Once she even had the courage to tell the Baroness about it. But the Fairy was very indignant:

Coins and coins! - she said, sighing, - Ignorant people only think about money. And how bad it is that you not only think, but also talk about it! Apparently teaching you good manners is like feeding a donkey with sugar.

The fairy sighed and buried herself in her books.

So let's sum up the balance. Business this year is unimportant, money is not enough. Still, everyone wants to get good gifts from the Fairy, and when it comes to paying for them, everyone starts bargaining. Everyone is trying to borrow money, promising to pay later, as if the Fairy is some kind of sausage maker. However, today there is nothing to complain about: all the toys that were in the store have sold out, and now we will need to bring new ones from the warehouse.

She closed the book and began to print out the letters she found in her mailbox.

I knew it! she said. “I run the risk of getting pneumonia by delivering my goods, and no thanks! This one did not want a wooden saber - give him a pistol! Does he know that a pistol costs a thousand lire more? Another, imagine, wanted to get an airplane! His father is the doorman of the courier of the secretary of a lottery employee, and he had only three hundred lire to buy a present. What could I give him for such a pittance?

The fairy threw the letters back into the drawer, took off her glasses and called:

Teresa, is the broth ready?

Ready, ready, Signora Baroness.

And the old maid handed the Baroness a steaming glass.

Did you pour a drop of rum in here?

Two whole spoons!

I would have had enough and one ... Now I understand why the bottle is almost empty. Just think, we bought it just four years ago!

Sipping a boiling drink in small sips and managing not to burn yourself, as only old ladies can do.

The fairy wandered through her little kingdom, carefully checking every corner of the kitchen, shop and small wooden ladder that led to the second floor, where there was a bedroom.

How sad the store looked with drawn curtains, empty windows and cabinets, piled up boxes of no toys, and heaps of brown paper!

Prepare the keys to the warehouse and a candle, - said the fairy, - we need to bring new toys.

But, Signora Baroness, do you want to work even today, on the day of your holiday? Do you think someone is coming to shop today? After all, New Year's Eve, Fairy's Night, has already passed ...

Gianni Rodari(Italian Gianni Rodari, full name - Giovanni Francesco Rodari, ital. Giovanni Francesco Rodari) is a famous Italian children's writer and journalist.

Gianni Rodari was born in the small town of Omegna (Northern Italy). His father, a baker by trade, died when Gianni was only ten years old. Rodari and his two brothers, Cesare and Mario, grew up in their mother's home village, Varesotto. Sick and weak from childhood, the boy was fond of music (took violin lessons) and books (read Nietzsche, Schopenhauer, Lenin and Trotsky). After three years at the seminary, Rodari graduated as a teacher and, at the age of 17, began teaching in the elementary grades of local rural schools. In 1939 he attended the Faculty of Philology of the University of Milan for some time.

During World War II, Rodari was discharged from service due to poor health. After the death of two close friends and the imprisonment of his brother in a concentration camp, he became a member of the Resistance Movement and in 1944 joined the Italian Communist Party.

In 1948 Rodari became a journalist for the communist newspaper "L" Unita "and began writing books for children. In 1950 the party appointed him editor of the newly created Rome weekly children's magazine" Pioneer "(" Il Pioniere "). In 1951 Rodari published his first collection of poems -" The Book of Happy Poems "- and his famous work" The Adventures of Cipollino "(Russian translation was published in 1953). a cartoon was shot for him in 1961, and then the film-fairy tale "Cipollino" in 1973, where Gianni Rodari starred in a cameo.

In 1952 he went to the USSR for the first time, where he then visited several times. In 1953 he married Maria Teresa Feretti, who four years later gave birth to his daughter, Paola. In 1957, Rodari passed the exam for the title of professional journalist. In 1966-1969 Rodari did not publish books and only worked on projects with children.

In 1970, the writer received the prestigious Hans Christian Andersen Prize, which helped him gain worldwide fame.

He also wrote poems that have come down to the Russian reader in the translations of Samuil Marshak.

Giani Rodari (1920-1980) - Italian children's poet and writer, journalist and storyteller.

Childhood

Gianni was born on October 23, 1920 in the small town of Omegna, located in northern Italy. The real full name of the writer is Giovanni Francesco Rodari. His dad, Giuseppe Rodari, worked as a baker, he died early when Gianni was only 10 years old. The family was poor, the father's salary was not enough, and mother, Maddalena Ariocchi, worked as a servant in rich houses.

The family had two more sons - Mario and Cesare. After the death of their father, the mother with three children returned to her native village of Varesotto, where the boys spent their childhood.

Gianni from an early age grew up as a sickly and weak child. He liked music very much, he even took several violin lessons. But he loved books even more. True, the boy read far from children's literature: the works of Nietzsche and Schopenhauer, the works of Lenin and Trotsky.

Despite poverty, Gianni grew up as a talented and kind boy. He was an incredible visionary, constantly dreamed and believed in the best. Perhaps this is what made him a writer - the best friend of children all over the world.

Study, work, war

Gianni went to study in a seminary for the poor, in addition to studying there, they also fed and gave clothes. After studying for three years, the young man received a diploma in an elementary school teacher and took up teaching at a local rural educational institution. At that time he was only 17 years old. Later he said to himself: “I turned out to be no teacher, but the kids didn’t get bored in my lessons”.

When he was 19 years old, Gianni went to Milan, where he attended lectures in the Faculty of Philology at the University of Catalica. Then he became a member of the fascist youth organization "Italian Lictor Youth".

The young man was not called up for the Second World War for health reasons. From 1941 to 1943, he again worked as an elementary school teacher and was a member of the fascist party. But at the end of 1943, after Germany occupied Italy, brother Cesare ended up in a Nazi concentration camp, and two of his best friends were killed by the Germans, Gianni joined the Resistance Movement, and in 1944 he was admitted to the Italian Party of Communists.

Literary and journalistic activities

In 1948, Gianni began working as a journalist in the publishing house of the Italian communists "Unita", at the same time he became interested in writing children's books, which in the future became his main activity.

In 1950, a weekly children's magazine was created in Rome, and Gianni was appointed by the party to the post of editor-in-chief. In 1951, his works "The Book of Funny Poems" and "The Adventures of Cipollino" were published there.

His membership in the Communist Party helped popularize Rodari's books in the Soviet Union. In 1953, Soviet children could already read the Russian translation of "The Adventures of Cipollino", in 1961 they shot a cartoon based on the work, and in 1973 a fairy tale film "Cipollino" was released, where the author himself, Italian Gianni Rodari, played the role of oneself.

In 1952, Gianni visited the Soviet Union for the first time, then he visited this country several times.

In 1957 Rodari passed the exams and received the title of professional journalist. But he did not stop writing for children, one after another his collections of poems and stories are published:

• "Train of Poems";
• "Poems in Heaven and on Earth";
• "Tales on the Phone";
• "Cake in the sky".

In our country, his works are very popular, which were filmed:

• "Jelsomino in the Land of Liars" (film "The Magic Voice of Jelsomino");
• "The Voyage of the Blue Arrow" (film "The Blue Arrow").

And also a poem, which, probably, every Soviet schoolchild knew - "What do the crafts smell like?"

In 1970, the writer was awarded the prestigious Hans Christian Andersen Prize, thanks to which Gianni Rodari became known to the whole world. Upon receiving the award, he said: "A fairy tale gives us a key with which we can enter reality in other ways".

With his fairy tales, Rodari taught children not only to learn about the world, but also to transform it: to overcome grief and injustice, in difficult situations still believe in light and good.

Personal life

In 1953, Gianni married, his wife was Maria Teresa Ferretti. After 4 years, the couple had a baby girl, Paola.

Once on a trip to the USSR, Gianni took his little daughter with him, they walked past the windows of Soviet shops and in one of them they recognized Signor Tomato, Cherry, Cipollino, Prince Lemon. He stopped in front of this toy store completely happy, because his childhood dream came true: the heroes of his works became friends of children.

In the late 70s, Gianni Rodari fell seriously ill, he underwent surgery, but it was unsuccessful. The writer died on April 14, 1980 in Rome, he was buried in the Verano cemetery.

Rodari's Tales to read

About Gianni Rodari

In 1920, in Italy, the boy Gianni was born into a baker's family. He was often sick, cried, and hardly gave in to upbringing. The kid himself became interested in music and literature, played the violin and read books by Nietzsche and Schopenhauer, unusual for children.

The soul of the family was a father who knew how to have fun and fill the life of his wife and three sons with joy. His death was a heavy blow to Gianni, his mother, brothers Mario and Cesare. Mom worked day and night to somehow feed the family.

The boys studied in a theological seminary, because there was no need to pay and with all their hearts they hated studying, a boring measured life and the poverty surrounding them. Gianni spent all the time in the library in order to somehow kill time, and then he got a taste and could not be torn from books.

In 1937, Gianni's torment ended with his graduation from the seminary. The young man began working as a teacher in order to earn money and help his mother, while studying at the University of Milan. However, with the outbreak of the war, the life of Gianni Rodari changed ...

1952 became a significant year in his life - it was then that the future writer arrived in the USSR, where, over time, his fairy tales fell in love more than at home. In 1970, the Andersen Prize received by Gianni brought him the long-awaited fame.

About the fairy tales of Gianni Rodari

Gianni Rodari's fairy tales are fantastic stories in which there is no banality or obsessive morality, everything in them is simple and at the same time filled with magic. Reading Rodari's tales, an adult will often be surprised at the author's gift to invent unusual characters. The child, on the other hand, always reads or listens with burning eyes about the miracles that occur in fairy tales, empathizes with the heroes.

One way or another, you need to be an extraordinary person and really love children in order to write such wonderful fairy tales, fill them with joy and fun, shade them slightly with sadness, but only slightly.

Gianni Rodari himself really wanted children to treat his fairy tales like toys, that is, to have fun, to come up with their own endings to stories that would never bother them. Rodari tried to help parents get closer to their children and was very happy if the book was not only read, but also made children want to talk, argue, and invent their own stories.

I would like to finish our short story about the life and work of Gianni Rodari with his own words: “Books are the best toys, and without toys children simply cannot grow up kind”.