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Main character story “He is alive and glowing” from V. Dragunsky’s collection “Deniska’s Stories” - a boy named Denis. He sits in the courtyard of his house and waits for his mother to come. Deniska is sad and melancholy because the other children’s parents have already come and taken them home. He is not even happy with the new toy his dad gave him, a dump truck. Evening came and it began to get dark in the yard.

At this time, a familiar boy, Mishka, came into the yard. Having seen Deniska's dump truck, Mishka became very interested in it. He twisted and turned it and, in the end, asked Deniska to give him the dump truck home to play with. But Denis said that this was daddy’s gift and he couldn’t give it away.

Then Mishka began to offer an exchange. At first he offered for a dump truck stamps Guatemala and Barbados, but Denis made it clear that this was an unequal exchange. Then Mishka offered a swimming ring for the dump truck, but Deniska knew that Mishka’s ring was punctured, and he didn’t fall for the bait.

Finally, Mishka used his last chance. He took a matchbox out of his pocket and offered it in exchange for the dump truck. But before that, Mishka suggested looking into the box. When Denis opened it slightly, he saw a small green light inside. It was a real live firefly! Being in complete admiration, Deniska immediately informed Mishka that he could take the dump truck for good. The delighted Bear grabbed the toy and ran home. And after that Denis sat for a long time and looked at the firefly, until his mother entered the yard.

Already at home, mom asked about Deniskin’s dump truck, and he told her that he had replaced dad’s gift with a firefly. Mom did not scold her son, but asked why Deniska did this? To my mother’s question, he answered that the firefly was alive and glowing.

That's how it is summary story.

The main idea of ​​the story “He is alive and glowing” is that any Living being- This is a real miracle of nature. And no mechanical toy in the eyes of a child can compare with a miracle, a small creation of nature that can glow in the dark. The story teaches us to take care of nature and the living creatures that surround us.

I liked Denis’s mother in the story. She did not scold her son for changing expensive toy for a tiny firefly because she realized how valuable a small live firefly is to her child compared to a store-bought toy.

What proverbs and aphorisms fit V. Dragunsky’s story “He is alive and glowing”?

Life is full of miracles.
It is easier to believe in a miracle than to explain it.
Sometimes miracles are so tiny that people simply don't notice them.

He is alive and glowing - a story by Victor Dragunsky, which is worth reading with the whole family. In it, Deniska Korablev is waiting for his mother in the yard with a toy dump truck. It begins to get dark, and melancholy overcomes the boy. At this moment, Mishka approaches Denis. He sees a car in his friend’s hands and asks him to play. The bear is ready to exchange even his treasure for a truck. What is this, will Denis agree to an exchange? Find out from the story. He talks about careful attitude to nature, all its creatures and shows how important it is to be able to recognize miracles in everyday life.

One evening I sat in the yard, near the sand, and waited for my mother. She probably stayed late at the institute, or at the store, or maybe stood for a long time at the bus stop. Don't know. Only all the parents in our yard had already arrived, and all the kids went home with them and were probably already drinking tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there...

And now the lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio began to play music, and dark clouds moved in the sky - they looked like bearded old men...

And I wanted to eat, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and would not be late and not made her sit on the sand and get bored.

And at that time Mishka came out into the yard. He said:

Great!

And I said:

Great!

Mishka sat down with me and picked up the dump truck.

Wow! - said Mishka. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up sand himself? Not yourself? Does he leave on his own? Yes? What about the pen? What is it for? Can it be rotated? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me at home?

I said:

No I will not give. Present. Dad gave it to me before he left.

The bear pouted and moved away from me. It became even darker outside.

I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother came. But she still didn’t come. Apparently, I met Aunt Rosa, and they stand and talk and don’t even think about me. I lay down on the sand.

Here Mishka says:

Can you give me a dump truck?

Get off it, Mishka.

Then Mishka says:

I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for it!

I speak:

Compared Barbados to a dump truck...

Well, do you want me to give you a swimming ring?

I speak:

Yours is broken.

You'll seal it!

I even got angry:

Where to swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?

And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:

Well, it was not! Know my kindness! On the!

And he handed me a box of matches. I took it in my hands.

“Open it,” said Mishka, “then you will see!”

I opened the box and at first I didn’t see anything, and then I saw a small light green light, as if somewhere far, far away from me a tiny star was burning, and at the same time I myself was holding it in my hands.

“What is this, Mishka,” I said in a whisper, “what is this?”

“This is a firefly,” said Mishka. - What, good? He's alive, don't think about it.

Bear,” I said, “take my dump truck, would you like it?” Take it forever, forever! Give me this star, I’ll take it home...

And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at it, looked and couldn’t get enough of it: how green it is, as if in a fairy tale, and how close it is, in the palm of your hand, but it shines as if from afar... And I couldn’t breathe evenly, and I heard my heart beating and there was a slight tingling in my nose, as if I wanted to cry.

And I sat like that for a long time, a very long time. And there was no one around. And I forgot about everyone in this world.

But then my mother came, and I was very happy, and we went home. And when they started drinking tea with bagels and feta cheese, my mother asked:

Well, how's your dump truck?

And I said:

I, mom, exchanged it.

Mom said:

Interesting! And for what?

I answered:

To the firefly! Here he is, living in a box. Turn out the light!

And mom turned off the light, and the room became dark, and the two of us began to look at the pale green star.

Then mom turned on the light.

Yes, she said, it’s magic! But still, how did you decide to give such a valuable thing as a dump truck for this worm?

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” I said, “and I was so bored, but this firefly, it turned out to be better than any dump truck in the world.”

Mom looked at me intently and asked:

But why, why exactly is it better?

I said:

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

Deniska's stories

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A story by V. Dragunsky performed by People's Artist of the USSR Evgeniy Vestnik.

And now the lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio started playing music, and dark clouds were moving in the sky - they looked like bearded old men... And I wanted to eat, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and not be late and force her to sit on the sand and be bored...

Evgeny Yakovlevich Vesnik (January 15, 1923, Petrograd - April 10, 2009, Moscow) - theater and film actor, theater director, author of a number of scripts for radio and television, National artist USSR (1989).

The name of Victor Dragunsky is known to children in our country and abroad. He wrote about a hundred stories from the life of the boy Deniska. These stories, told, as the author himself said, “in secret to the whole world,” are known to our readers as “Deniska’s stories.” Viktor Dragunsky lived a long, interesting life. But not everyone knows that before becoming a writer, in his early youth he was a worker, then an actor, a “red” clown in the arena of the Moscow Circus, acted in films, and directed the small Blue Bird Parody Theater.
He devoted himself to every task that Viktor Dragunsky was involved in until the end. He treated any work he did in his life with equal respect. He was a kind, cheerful person, but irreconcilable with injustice and lies. Viktor Yuzefovich loved children very much, and the children were drawn to him, feeling in him an older, kind comrade and friend. I would like to quote a few lines from Viktor Yuzefovich’s letter to Japanese children for a book published in Tokyo. “I was born quite a long time ago and quite far away, one might even say, in another part of the world. As a child, I loved to fight and never let myself get hurt. As you understand, my hero was Tom Sawyer, and never, under any circumstances, Sid. I'm sure you share my point of view. To put it bluntly, I didn’t study well at school. Once, when I was twelve years old, I ended up in the police. And it was like this: I sat at home and pretended to do my homework. And suddenly there was a terrible ringing sound. A stone flew into the room through the glass... Needless to say, a few moments later I grabbed the drunkard, who was constantly trying to bite me, and dragged him to the police station. Since then, the cheerful policemen have fallen in love with me.
From the early childhood I fell in love with the circus and still love it. I was a clown. I wrote a story about the circus, “Today and Everyday.” Besides the circus, I really love young children. I write about children and for children. This is my whole life, its meaning.” His “adult” stories invariably feature children. This is a touching little village boy from the story “He Fell on the Grass.” Tatka, the trainer’s daughter, the so-called “circus boy” at a rehearsal in the arena and, finally, a boy near the circus with a ticket in his hands (“Today and Everyday”). The boy’s question: “Will there be a clown?” brings the hero of the story, clown Nikolai Vetrov, out of a terrible state after the death of Irina. “There will be a clown! Necessarily will!" - answers Vetrov. In one of his monologues he says: “...I must bring joy to children every day. Laughter is joy. I give it with both hands. The pockets of my clown pants are filled with laughter... Not a single day without work for children, not a single child without joy. Hurry to bring joy to children. Children have enemies, it’s monstrous, but it’s true. Today and daily there's a show going on on the convex arena of the earth, and there is no need for gloomy military sideshows! We must protect children! Today and every day!” When Viktor Yuzefovich was an actor, he willingly performed in front of children. He usually acted as Santa Claus during winter holidays. Most often this was in Sokolniki Park. While speaking, he observed the children and easily communicated with them. Later, all this was reflected in the stories “My Friend the Bear”, “Exactly Twenty-Five Kilos”, “Puss in Boots”...
The appearance of Viktor Dragunsky’s first book, “He’s Alive and Glowing” in 1961, very quickly made him popular writer. The books came out one after another. These were new adventures for Deniska, who our children loved. Soon, based on the stories of Viktor Dragunsky, a film was made called “ Funny stories”, then there were several more film adaptations, including a number of television films. The books of Victor Dragunsky have been translated into many languages Soviet Union and on a row foreign languages. Viktor Yuzefovich received many letters from children and their parents and tried to answer them whenever possible. Viktor Yuzefovich never refused to speak in front of a school audience. He read his stories wonderfully, and children especially loved listening to stories about Deniska when the author himself read them. Many times Viktor Yuzefovich performed at pioneer bonfires in Peredelkino. where Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky permanently lived, who organized festive pioneer bonfires for children living in villages and towns nearby. Famous children's writers and artists were invited to these bonfires. Countless times, Viktor Dragunsky appeared on the radio reading his stories, which were included in the fund of the All-Union Radio.
Dragunskaya

Hello, dear guys! Good afternoon, dear fathers and mothers!

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We invite you to listen and read the wonderful story of Viktor Dragunsky from the series “Deniska’s Stories” entitled: “He is alive and glowing.”

Story text

One evening I was sitting in the yard, near the sand, and waiting for my mother. She probably stayed late at the institute, or in the store, or maybe stood at the bus stop for a long time. I don't know. Only all the parents in our yard had already arrived, and all the kids went home with them and were probably already drinking tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there...

And now the lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio started playing music, and dark clouds were moving in the sky - they looked like bearded old men...

I wanted to eat, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and would not be late and not force sit on the sand and miss her.

And at that time Mishka came out into the yard. He said:

- Great!

And I said:

- Great!

Mishka sat down next to him and picked up the dump truck.

- Wow! - said Mishka. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up sand himself? Not yourself? Does he leave on his own? Yes? And the pen? What is it for? Can it be rotated? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me at home?

- No, I won’t let you go home. Gift. Dad gave it to me before leaving.

Mishka pouted and moved away from me. It became even darker outside. I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother came. But she still didn’t come. Apparently, I met Aunt Rosa, and they stand and talk and don’t even think about me. I lay down on the sand.

Here Mishka says:

- Can you give me a dump truck?

I speak:

- Get off it, Mishka!

Then Mishka says:

- I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for it.

I speak:

- Compared Barbados to a dump truck...

- Well, do you want me to give you a swimming ring?

I speak:

- It's burst.

- You will seal it.

I even got angry:

- Where can I swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?

And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:

- Well, it wasn’t! Know my kindness! Na! And he handed me a box of matches. I took it in my hands.

“You open it,” said Mishka, “then you will see!”

I opened the box and at first I didn’t see anything, and then I saw a small light green light, as if somewhere far, far away from me a tiny star was burning, and at the same time I myself was holding it in my hands.

“What is this, Mishka,” I said in a whisper, “what is this?”

“This is a firefly,” said Mishka. - What, good? He's alive, don't think so.

“Mishka,” I said, “take my dump truck, would you like it?” Take it forever, forever! Give me this star, I’ll take it home...

And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at it, looked and could not get enough of it: how green it is, as if in a fairy tale, and how, although it is close, in the palm of your hand, it shines as if from afar... And I could not breathe evenly, and I heard my heart beating quickly and my nose tingling a little, as if I wanted to cry.

And I sat like that for a long time, a very long time. And there was no one around. And I forgot about everyone in this world.

But then my mother came, and I was very happy, and we went home. And when they started drinking tea with bagels and feta cheese, mom asked:

- Well, how’s your dump truck?

And I said:

- I, mom, exchanged it. Mom said:

- Interesting! And for what?

I answered:

- To the firefly! Here he is, living in a box. Turn off the light!

And mom turned off the light, and the room became dark, and the two of us began to look at the pale green star.

Then mom turned on the light.

“Yes,” she said, “it’s magic!” But still, how did you decide to give up such a valuable thing as a dump truck for this worm?

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” I said, “and I was so bored, but this firefly, it turned out to be better than any dump truck in the world.”

Mom looked at me intently and asked:

- And in what way, in what way is it better?

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

One evening I sat in the yard, near the sand, and waited for my mother. She probably stayed late at the institute, or at the store, or maybe stood for a long time at the bus stop. Don't know. Only all the parents in our yard had already arrived, and all the kids went home with them and were probably already drinking tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there...

And now the lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio started playing music, and dark clouds moved in the sky - they looked like bearded old men...

And I wanted to eat, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and would not be late and not made her sit on the sand and get bored.

And at that time Mishka came out into the yard. He said:

- Great!

And I said:

- Great!

Mishka sat down with me and picked up the dump truck.

- Wow! - said Mishka. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up sand himself? Not yourself? Does he leave on his own? Yes? What about the pen? What is it for? Can it be rotated? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me at home?

I said:

- No I will not give. Present. Dad gave it to me before he left.

The bear pouted and moved away from me. It became even darker outside.

I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother came. But she still didn’t come. Apparently, I met Aunt Rosa, and they stand and talk and don’t even think about me. I lay down on the sand.

Here Mishka says:

- Can you give me a dump truck?

- Get off it, Mishka.

Then Mishka says:

– I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for it!

I speak:

– Compared Barbados to a dump truck...

- Well, do you want me to give you a swimming ring?

I speak:

- It's broken.

- You will seal it!

I even got angry:

- Where to swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?

And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:

- Well, it wasn’t! Know my kindness! On the!

And he handed me a box of matches. I took it in my hands.

“You open it,” said Mishka, “then you will see!”

I opened the box and at first I didn’t see anything, and then I saw a small light green light, as if somewhere far, far away from me a tiny star was burning, and at the same time I myself was holding it in my hands.

“What is this, Mishka,” I said in a whisper, “what is this?”

“This is a firefly,” said Mishka. - What, good? He's alive, don't think about it.

“Bear,” I said, “take my dump truck, would you like it?” Take it forever, forever! Give me this star, I’ll take it home...

And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at it, looked and couldn’t get enough of it: how green it is, as if in a fairy tale, and how close it is, in the palm of your hand, but it shines as if from afar... And I couldn’t breathe evenly, and I heard my heart beating and there was a slight tingling in my nose, as if I wanted to cry.

And I sat like that for a long time, a very long time. And there was no one around. And I forgot about everyone in this world.

But then my mother came, and I was very happy, and we went home. And when they started drinking tea with bagels and feta cheese, my mother asked:

- Well, how is your dump truck?

And I said:

- I, mom, exchanged it.

Mom said:

- Interesting! And for what?

I answered:

- To the firefly! Here he is, living in a box. Turn out the light!

And mom turned off the light, and the room became dark, and the two of us began to look at the pale green star.

Then mom turned on the light.

“Yes,” she said, “it’s magic!” But still, how did you decide to give such a valuable thing as a dump truck for this worm?

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” I said, “and I was so bored, but this firefly, it turned out to be better than any dump truck in the world.”

Mom looked at me intently and asked:

- And in what way, in what way is it better?

I said:

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