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A summary of the story "What the Bear Loves":

A funny story about how one day Mishka and Deniska sat on the windowsill in the music room, and the singing teacher played Chopin's beautiful music on the piano. A conversation ensued, from which the children learned that the singing teacher is very fond of beautiful music. And when Boris Sergeevich asked what the guys love, the children began to tell what they love. Mishka especially distinguished himself - he listed a whole bunch of edible things, and then added that he still loves kittens and a grandmother.

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Once Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something on the sly. Mishka and I sat down on the windowsill and did not interfere with him, but he did not notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and various sounds popped out from under his fingers very quickly. They splashed, and something very welcoming and joyful came out. I really liked it, and I could sit and listen for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:

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

I asked:

- What did you play, Boris Sergeevich?

He replied:

- This is Chopin. I love him so much.

I said:

- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, so you love different songs.

He said:

- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called a much more word than just "song".

I said:

- What is it? In a word?

He answered gravely and clearly:

- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything else.

Then he looked at me carefully and said:

- Well, what do you love? More than anything?

I answered:

- I like a lot of things.

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

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

- Look! I didn't know. Honestly, you’re still small, don’t be offended, but look - you love so much! The whole world.

Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:

- And I love different differences even more than Denis! Just think !!

Boris Sergeevich laughed:

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

The bear fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:

- I love rolls, buns, loaves and muffins! I love bread, and cake, and cakes, and gingerbread, even Tula, even honey, even glazed. I like sushki too, and bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.

I love dumplings dearly, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale, too, nothing. You can use oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.

I also love sprats, saury, marinated pike perch, gobies in tomato sauce, a piece in my own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced ​​marrow and fried potatoes.

I love boiled sausage just madly, if it’s a doctor’s one, on a bet that I’ll eat a whole kilo! I love the dining room, and the tea room, and brawn, and smoked, and semi-smoked, and uncooked smoked! In general, I love this one more than anyone else. I really like pasta and butter, noodles with butter, horns with butter, cheese with holes and without holes, with a red crust or with a white one - all the same.

I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty cottage cheese, sweet, sour; I love apples grated with sugar, otherwise the apples are alone, and if the apples are peeled, then I love to eat the apple first, and only then, for a snack - the peel!

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

Mishka scanned the ceiling and took a breath. He's obviously tired already. But Boris Sergeevich gazed at him intently, and Mishka drove on.

He muttered:

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

The bear fizzled out and fell silent. It was clear from his eyes that he was waiting for Boris Sergeevich to praise him. But he looked at Mishka a little displeased and even as if sternly. He, too, seemed to be expecting something from Mishka: what else Mishka would say. But Mishka was silent. It turned out that both of them were expecting something from each other and were silent.

The first could not resist Boris Sergeevich.

“Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt about it, but everything that you love is somehow the same, too edible, or something. It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only ... And people? Who do you love? Or from animals?

Then Mishka perked up and blushed.

- Oh, - he said embarrassedly, - I almost forgot! Also kittens! And grandma!

Once Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something on the sly. Mishka and I sat down on the windowsill and did not bother him, but he did not notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and various sounds popped out from under his fingers very quickly. They splashed, and something very welcoming and joyful came out. I really liked it, and I could sit and listen for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:
- O! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a twig! Well, what do you say?
I asked:
- What did you play, Boris Sergeevich?
He replied:
- This is Chopin. I love him so much.
I said:
- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, so you love different songs.
He said:
- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called a much more word than just "song".
I said:
- What is it? In a word?
He answered gravely and clearly:
- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything else.
Then he looked at me carefully and said:
- Well, what do you love? More than anything?
I answered:
- I like a lot of things.
And I told him what I love. And about a dog, and about planing, and about an elephant, and about red cavalrymen, and about a little deer on pink hooves, and about ancient warriors, and about cool stars, and about horse faces, everything, everything ...
He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face when he listened, and then he said:
- Look! I didn't know. Honestly, you’re still small, don’t be offended, but look - you love so much! The whole world.
Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:
- And I love different differences even more than Denis! Just think !!
Boris Sergeevich laughed:
- Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take the baton! So get started! What do you love?
The bear fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:
- I love rolls, buns, loaves and muffins! I love bread, and cake, and cakes, and gingerbread, even Tula, even honey, even glazed. I like sushki too, and bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.
I love dumplings dearly, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale, too, nothing. You can use oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.
I also love sprats, saury, marinated pike perch, gobies in tomato sauce, a piece in my own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced ​​marrow and fried potatoes.
I love boiled sausage just madly, if it’s a doctor’s one, on a bet that I’ll eat a whole kilo! I love the dining room, and the tea room, and brawn, and smoked, and semi-smoked, and uncooked smoked! In general, I love this one more than anyone else. I really like pasta and butter, noodles with butter, horns with butter, cheese with holes and without holes, with a red crust or with a white one - all the same.
I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty cottage cheese, sweet, sour; I love apples grated with sugar, otherwise the apples are alone, and if the apples are peeled, then I love to eat the apple first, and only then, for a snack - the peel!
I love liver, cutlets, herring, bean soup, green peas, boiled meat, toffee, sugar, tea, jam, borjom, soda with syrup, soft-boiled eggs, hard-boiled, in a bag, mogu and raw. I like sandwiches straight with anything, especially if thickly spread with mashed potatoes or millet porridge. So ... Well, I won't talk about halva - what fool doesn't like halva? I also love duck, goose and turkey. Oh yes! I love ice cream with all my heart. For seven, for nine. Thirteen, fifteen, nineteen. Twenty-two and twenty-eight.
Mishka scanned the ceiling and took a breath. He's obviously tired already. But Boris Sergeevich gazed at him intently, and Mishka drove on.
He muttered:
- Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage ...
The bear fizzled out and fell silent. It was clear from his eyes that he was waiting for Boris Sergeevich to praise him. But he looked at Mishka a little displeased and even as if sternly. He, too, seemed to be expecting something from Mishka: what else Mishka would say. But Mishka was silent. It turned out that both of them were expecting something from each other and were silent.
The first could not resist Boris Sergeevich.
“Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt about it, but everything that you love is somehow the same, too edible, or something. It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only ... And people? Who do you love? Or from animals?
Then Mishka perked up and blushed.
- Oh, - he said embarrassedly, - I almost forgot! Also kittens! And grandma!

In the collection of V. Dragunsky "Deniskin stories" there is a surprisingly lyrical story called "What I love." The main character of this story, the boy Deniska, talks about what he likes and what he loves.

For example, Deniska likes to hang on his daddy's knee, like clothes on a string. He also dreams that someday he will have a dog, and he will take care of her. The hero of the story loves different games: checkers, chess, dominoes, but to be sure to win.

Of course, Deniska loves to watch TV, even when there is only a splash screen on the screen. He loves to read books about the cavalry, as well as grimace in front of the mirror.

Denis likes different animals and enjoys going to the zoo. He is especially fond of snakes, lizards and frogs, which he puts on the table during dinner. These harmless creatures scare Denis's grandmother very much, and it makes him laugh. Deniska generally loves to laugh, and even when it’s not very fun, he squeezes out laughter until he starts laughing for real.

Denis loves mom and dad, and also ice cream, soda, horses and elephants. He loves so many things that it is simply impossible to list them in one story.

This is the summary of the story.

The main point of the story "What I Love" is that love is an all-encompassing feeling. A child is able to love from a very young age. He makes no distinction between ice cream, elephant, and parents. Everything is important and valuable to him. The main thing for parents is that the child knows what “love” is and the ability to love is formed. Then he will grow up to be a real person. The story teaches you not to be ashamed of your feelings and to love sincerely those who are near and dear.

In the story, I liked the main character, Denis. He has a generous, open soul and he is ready to love the whole world, which brings him happiness.

What proverbs fit into the story of V. Dragunsky "What I Love"?

Love is the work of the soul.
Love is rich in joys.
The mind is enlightened by the truth, the heart is warmed by love.

Once Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something on the sly. Mishka and I sat down on the windowsill and did not bother him, but he did not notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and various sounds popped out from under his fingers very quickly. They splashed, and something very welcoming and joyful came out. I really liked it, and I could sit and listen for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:

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

I asked:

- What did you play, Boris Sergeevich?

He replied:

- This is Chopin. I love him so much.

I said:

- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, so you love different songs.

He said:

- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called a much more word than just "song".

I said:

- What is it? In a word?

He answered gravely and clearly:

- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything else.

Then he looked at me carefully and said:

- Well, what do you love? More than anything?

I answered:

- I like a lot of things.

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

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

- Look! I didn't know. Honestly, you’re still small, don’t be offended, but look - you love so much! The whole world.

Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:

- And I love different differences even more than Denis! Just think !!

Boris Sergeevich laughed:

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

The bear fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:

- I love rolls, buns, loaves and muffins! I love bread, and cake, and cakes, and gingerbread, even Tula, even honey, even glazed. I like sushki too, and bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.

I love dumplings dearly, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale, too, nothing. You can use oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.

I also love sprats, saury, marinated pike perch, gobies in tomato sauce, a piece in my own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced ​​marrow and fried potatoes.

I love boiled sausage just madly, if it’s a doctor’s one, on a bet that I’ll eat a whole kilo! I love the dining room, and the tea room, and brawn, and smoked, and semi-smoked, and uncooked smoked! In general, I love this one more than anyone else. I really like pasta and butter, noodles with butter, horns with butter, cheese with holes and without holes, with a red crust or with a white one - all the same.

I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty cottage cheese, sweet, sour; I love apples grated with sugar, otherwise the apples are alone, and if the apples are peeled, then I love to eat the apple first, and only then, for a snack - the peel!

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

Mishka scanned the ceiling and took a breath. He's obviously tired already. But Boris Sergeevich gazed at him intently, and Mishka drove on.

He muttered:

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

The bear fizzled out and fell silent. It was clear from his eyes that he was waiting for Boris Sergeevich to praise him. But he looked at Mishka a little displeased and even as if sternly. He, too, seemed to be expecting something from Mishka: what else Mishka would say. But Mishka was silent. It turned out that both of them were expecting something from each other and were silent.

The first could not resist Boris Sergeevich.

“Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt about it, but everything that you love is somehow the same, too edible, or something. It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only ... And people? Who do you love? Or from animals?

Then Mishka perked up and blushed.

- Oh, - he said embarrassedly, - I almost forgot! Also kittens! And grandma!

Once Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something on the sly. Mishka and I sat down on the windowsill and did not bother him, but he did not notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and various sounds popped out from under his fingers very quickly. They splashed, and something very welcoming and joyful came out. I really liked it, and I could sit and listen for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:
- O! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a twig! Well, what do you say?

I asked:
- What did you play, Boris Sergeevich?
He replied:
- This is Chopin. I love him so much.
I said:
- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, so you love different songs.
He said:
- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called a much more word than just "song".
I said:
- What is it? In a word?
He answered gravely and clearly:
- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything else.
Then he looked at me carefully and said:
- Well, what do you love? More than anything?
I answered:
- I like a lot of things.
And I told him what I love. And about a dog, and about planing, and about an elephant, and about red cavalrymen, and about a little deer on pink hooves, and about ancient warriors, and about cool stars, and about horse faces, everything, everything ...
He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face when he listened, and then he said:
- Look! I didn't know. Honestly, you’re still small, don’t be offended, but look - you love so much! The whole world.
Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:
- And I love different differences even more than Denis! Just think !!
Boris Sergeevich laughed:
- Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take the baton! So get started! What do you love?
The bear fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:
- I love rolls, buns, loaves and muffins! I love bread, and cake, and cakes, and gingerbread, even Tula, even honey, even glazed. I like sushki too, and bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.

I love dumplings dearly, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale, too, nothing. You can use oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.
I also love sprats, saury, marinated pike perch, gobies in tomato sauce, a piece in my own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced ​​marrow and fried potatoes.
I love boiled sausage just madly, if it’s a doctor’s one, on a bet that I’ll eat a whole kilo! I love the dining room, and the tea room, and brawn, and smoked, and semi-smoked, and uncooked smoked! In general, I love this one more than anyone else. I really like pasta and butter, noodles with butter, horns with butter, cheese with holes and without holes, with a red crust or with a white one - all the same.
I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty cottage cheese, sweet, sour; I love apples grated with sugar, otherwise the apples are alone, and if the apples are peeled, then I love to eat the apple first, and only then, for a snack - the peel!
I love liver, cutlets, herring, bean soup, green peas, boiled meat, toffee, sugar, tea, jam, borjom, soda with syrup, soft-boiled eggs, hard-boiled, in a bag, mogu and raw. I like sandwiches straight with anything, especially if thickly spread with mashed potatoes or millet porridge. So ... Well, I won't talk about halva - what fool doesn't like halva? I also love duck, goose and turkey. Oh yes! I love ice cream with all my heart. For seven, for nine. Thirteen, fifteen, nineteen. Twenty-two and twenty-eight.
Mishka scanned the ceiling and took a breath. He's obviously tired already. But Boris Sergeevich gazed at him intently, and Mishka drove on.
He muttered:
- Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage ...

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