The tale of Mita, who was afraid of losing his mother. About the tiger cub and other tales about Mitya

A long time ago in the land of the Drevlyansk

The Slavic people lived freely.

A great kingdom was there.

To the envy of other tribes

Was rich by nature:

Lakes and rivers are transparent water,

In the forests there was a fur-bearing beast.

Not those forests now.

In those parts the summer was warm,

The land gave bread to the peasants,

Rewarding their work

Orchards were bursting with fruits,

Enough of both livestock and birds.

The capital was proud of the craft ...

That kingdom was ruled by King Demyan,

In decisions he is wise, in the economy he is zealous.

The king married quite young

And soon a son was born in the family.

The joy of mother's eyes,

He was born at a happy hour.

Everyone was happy with the prince.

But you need to give the child a name!

Buzzed like a beehive, the royal court,

Leading a fierce argument

Not everyone is the same cute:

I offer Michael...

- Nicholas was a miracle worker ...

- And Peter is standing at the entrance to paradise ...

While the households were noisy,

The king looked quietly into the saints,

Stop at which one?

- No, not Pahom, sorry,

Let my son be called Mitya.

And year after year ran.

Years run, and the son grows.

Beautiful, stately, kind, smart

The prince grew up. With noisy childhood

I forgave, quickly matured,

He rode any horses,

Hunting with your gang

Surpassed friends with courage:

He knew a lot about this fun -

Neither the boar nor the wolf could leave.

Here the queen thought

It's time for the son to settle down,

And she began to repeat to the king,

Like, the son has grown up, it's time to marry.

- Well, let's find him a bride,

It is flattering to be related to us all,

I will write to the neighboring kings,

I will invite you to a merry feast -

Let them bring their daughters with them

Perhaps a flower will be found.

Call neighbors from all over

The king sent his messengers.

The weeks passed quickly

Guests began to come to the king

From near and far places,

They were taken to the royal feast of brides.

Guests are greeted by the king and queen,

They lead to the chambers and to the luminaries,

There was a commotion among the servants:

Who brought a daughter, who brought two, who three,

It's not easy to accommodate everyone.

There were almost a hundred guests with a retinue.

But finally placed -

The king's palace is spacious.

In the morning, a cheerful holiday was noisy,

The day was spent in different amusements:

Swings, games. king tournament

Started, and in the evening - a feast.

The queen of the son instructed:

- Look, there are a lot of beauties here,

Choose one according to your heart

It's time to bring your wife into your home.

And the son answered her with a sigh:

- I have not met a sweetheart yet,

Among our guests there is no such

What would disturb my peace.

“And the daughters of Tsar Matthew?”

All three - one more visible than the other.

Take a look at the older one.

Figure - just like a board.

- Well, what about the second one, the one on the right?

- Thick, gundos and pimply.

- Beautiful little sister.

- But so sharp on the tongue,

That beauty does not warm her,

He will say a little word - how he will shave off.

This covetous, that one is proud,

Everything is not to your liking, that's the trouble!

The queen mother tried in vain.

There were lovely faces

But they did not stir up blood.

The eternal mystery is love!

Sometimes comes to us stealthily

With painful and sweet longing,

Another deafen, like thunder,

To others, a firebird will fly into the house.

More intoxicating than wine and sweeter than bread,

Love, you are the gift of the magical sky ...

It's time to dance.

The mother intervened decisively.

The son must dance with each,

Not to offend is important.

The son got tired during the evening,

There are many princesses, he is one.

But holidays don't last forever

Guests leave in the morning.

On that day, the prince got up a little light,

Picked up a bouquet for each

He spent all honor by honor,

Not thinking about the bride.

On the petals of gifted roses

Dewdrops of tears dripped

As soon as the carriages started moving,

To hold back - there is simply no strength.

But tears are not at the expense of beauty,

And not everyone was crying.

Dear passion cooled down,

By the time we got there, we forgot

Not a wedge of light, even for them

The groom is better found.

But the daughters of Tsar Matthew

They were hurt the most -

Before them the prince's words

The rumor has spread.

The princesses boil with resentment,

Everyone was looking at him

Ridicule offended them

Failed groom.

At the youngest they gathered in the light room.

With character, all three sisters:

No desire to sleep or eat

The princesses plot revenge.

- He will pay for the ridicule!

- And soon, there is no need to linger.

We won't be in debt

Let's call Yaga for help.

“Where can I find her, ratchet?”

- And the cooks of our aunt?

- Fu, so that the servant knows everything!

- But Yaga will help us.

- Your sister and I are an easter,

Let's call the old lady.

Are you silent? I wish I knew

Where else can we look for Yaga?

Two sisters insist

I had to agree with the third.

Everyone began to judge-row:

How to annoy, how to harm.

- An enviable groom, everyone knows

And soon he will find a bride

But whoever he chooses

Let him die in his arms.

- In the prime of life? I'm really sorry.

Let the girl become a mermaid

And in the depths of the lake waters

Suffering, lives among the fish.

- So even better! And to the grave

Let them both suffer.

- And the cook no gu-gu,

She had only an order: to call Yaga.

Wind your mustache, gentlemen,

Sometimes there are shrews

These shouldn't be touched.

And then you have to grieve.

The meeting with the witch took place.

Here the cook tried!

Chapter Seven
TR-TR MITIA
A postcard was enclosed in the magazine that Pechkin had brought. And the postcard says:
“We ask you to be at home tomorrow. A tractor has been received in your name. Head of the railway station Nesidorov.
At the bottom, it was also printed in beautiful letters:
IN OUR COUNTRY
RAILWAYS VERY MUCH!
This made everyone happy. Especially Sharik. And they began to wait for the tractor.
Finally they brought him in a big car and put him near the house. The driver asked Uncle Fyodor to sign and gave him an envelope. The envelope contained a letter and a special booklet on how to handle the tractor. The letter read:
“Dear Uncle Fedor (boy)!
You asked me to send you a tractor not quite real and not quite a toy, and so that it was fun. We send you one. The funniest in the factory. This is an experimental model. He doesn't need gas. He works on products.
Please send feedback about the tractor to our factory. With great respect - engineer Tyapkin (the inventor of the tractor)."
Then Uncle Fyodor took the little book and began to read:
PLANT OF RAILWAY PRODUCTS.
TR-TR MITIA PRODUCTS. 20 HP
He read and says:
- It's unclear. What is "tr-tr"? What is "ly sy"?
- What is not clear here? - says the cat. - Just everything, like a watermelon. "Tr-tr" is short for "tractor". And "Mitya" means "Model Engineer Tyapkin". who wrote you a letter.
- And what does twenty “ly sy” mean? - Uncle Fyodor asks.
- “Ly sy” is horsepower. This means that he will pull twenty horses if they pull in one direction, and he in the other.
- So how much hay does he need? gasped Sharik.
He doesn't need hay. It says right there: he works on products.
Uncle Fyodor was even surprised:
- And how do you, Matroskin, know everything? And about surnames, and about tractors, and about “lys”?
- And you will live with mine, - the cat answers, - and you will find out otherwise. And where I just did not live! And some owners, and others, and in the library, and even in the savings bank. Maybe I've seen so much in my life that it's enough for a whole cat encyclopedia. But in general, you are messing around here, but my cow is not milked, my Murka.
He left. And the boy with Sharik began to start tr-tr. They began to pour soup into the tractor and stuff cutlets. Straight into the tank. How the tractor will rumble!
They got into it and drove through the village. Mitya rode and rode through the village, then he would stop at one house!
- What is it? - Uncle Fyodor asks. - Maybe the fuel is over?
- Nothing is over. He just smelled the smell of pies.
- What other pies?
- Ordinary. They bake pies in that house.
- And what do we do now?
“I don’t know,” Sharik says. - Only it smells so delicious that I don’t want to go either.
- Wow, I bought a tractor! - says Uncle Fyodor. - So we will stop near all the houses? And at the canteens. This is not a tractor, but some kind of hippopotamus. Tr-tr - eight holes! So that it was empty for him, engineer Tyapkin!
So they had to go into the house, ask for pies. Matroskin, when he found out about this, got angry with Uncle Fyodor:
- I told you not to buy anything, but you still don't listen! Yes, we can’t feed this tr-tr now!
But then the cat calmed down:
- Well, nothing, Uncle Fyodor, do not lose heart. It's good that you have me. We can handle your tractor. We will hold a sausage in front of him on a fishing rod. He will go for sausage and we will be lucky.
And so they did. And soon the tractor began to improve. In general, he was funny. The cabin is plastic, blue, and the wheels are iron. And it was necessary to lubricate it not with machine oil, but with sunflower oil.
But then the cow Murka added worries to them.

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Ai I loved going to the children's store with my parents. They were already finishing their rounds, but found nothing of interest.
And suddenly, in the very corner, on the second shelf between the Teletubby and Cheburashka, she saw a gray rag baby elephant with a red bow around his neck, which winked at her.

« X Elephant eyes,” Aya exclaimed. Her parents tried to persuade her that there was nothing interesting in him, but to no avail.
She insisted and had to buy it. But he didn't wink anymore.
In the evening, Aya went to bed and put the baby elephant next to her.

To When the lights were turned off and they were left alone, she heard a whisper: “Aichka, my name is Mitya, I am from the country of Slonia, my father is seriously ill and he asked me to find a girl named Aya, only she can save him. The path to my country is very difficult, you can think until tomorrow before you agree to go.

H and the next day, when everyone went to bed, the elephant asked:
"Well?"
"I agree," Aya replied.
"Then twist my ponytail three times."

O she fulfilled his request, and they immediately found themselves on the shore of a not very wide lake, and the elephant became the size of Ayu and was real. A small boat was floating near the shore, and it had an oar, a long rope lay on the grass, and a peg was driven in.

« H We need to cross to the other side, - said Mitya, - but only one person can fit in the boat, either me or you. Impassable swamps to the right and left, what should we do?"

Ai I tied the rope to the boat and to the peg, Mitya climbed into the boat, took the oar with his trunk and rowed to the other side. There he got out, and Aya pulled the boat back, untied the rope and began to cross.

H in the middle of the lake, the boat stumbled upon something sharp and began to fill with water, but Aya did not lose her head and swam to the shore. she was a very good swimmer.

O They made a fire and warmed up the hamburgers that Mitya had in a bag that hung on her side. They ate, rested and moved on.

AT a friend heard a buzzing, bees appeared around, Aya and Mitya saw a small house and jumped into it.

AT the evil witch Nemuza lived in the house, she was very happy, closed the door to the castle and began to kindle a fire in the hearth. "Dinner has come," she solemnly declared, and put the huge cauldron on the fire.

AT In the corner of the room, Aya saw an old piano covered in dust and cobwebs. Motya asked: "Aya, play something so that it's not so scary."

O she threw back the lid and began to play, tears suddenly flowed from the old woman, she began to decrease and disappeared along with the house.

P there were no more people and the friends went further along the forest path, the forest began to part, and an asphalt road appeared, houses could be seen in the distance.

O they did not see a girl with a basket picking mushrooms, who warned them that bad boys live in the city, who offend all passers-by, fight and throw stones.

M Itya took out two pairs of excellent skates from his immense bag, they shod them on and rushed along the road. The boys did not even have time to blink an eye, only their mouths opened in surprise.

BUT then the road ended and the sand began. A small palm grove was visible in the distance. The sun was unbearably hot, tired, they barely made it to the shade.

AT In the depths there is a small lake. There was a mountain on the shore. When they got closer, they saw an elephant with a huge belly sitting on the grass, which was constantly chewing, breaking off pieces from a giant chocolate hare.

And Then Mitya told Aya the following story: Two years ago, the singer Pierre-Narcisse was in our area and he gave my dad a magical chocolate hare.

O He warned that if you bite off one small piece from a hare once a week, he will remain whole all the time and will sing songs.

H o father did not listen and began to bite off every day and now he can no longer move and the more he eats, the more he wants, and the hare grows all the time.

P hier told me on the phone that a girl who loves chocolate very much can save her father, but she will fulfill his conditions.

Ai I told Motya's dad that I agreed to take the hare, which immediately became small again, and my father's stomach disappeared and he began to walk.

Ai I took a bunny, and she and Mitya sat in a basket that was tied to a large balloon. Motya threw a bag of sand out of the basket, and the ball began to rise up.

P Late in the evening they landed safely in the yard. The elephant became small again. Aya took the elephant and the hare and went into her bedroom, where she heard the hare sing:

"P she’s a baby, I’ll put a little happiness on my palm.
Carefully with a red bow, I will untie the wrapper.
Appetizing, very satisfying, this form attracts everyone.
Fragrant and pleasant, I get a "credit".

M Yshka-BOY with a kitten-cat
Played a little bit.
Was a gamer like Batman bold!
Running, jumping crazy!

To Oshka - a friend, of course - strange!
Not a purr on the couch:
Predator scary and sinister
The mouse will be maimed!

To nails, teeth - the sharpest fang,
Here the bravest will cry! ..
But, - not Mitya, he - will not be afraid!
He is a climber on Elbrus!

G de dead end, and it will become tight,
Meow is a true friend:
Help will arrive quickly
In a strange children's epic...

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(https://www.site/work/2235437/ - read by the Scarlet Flower)

Part 1. Insidious sour cream

F il-was a little mouse Mitya.
Actually, he had a name - Mitrofan, but he did not want to respond to a human name.
Therefore, everyone simply called him - Mitya.
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M Itya was a good obedient little mouse, since childhood. Not like his spoiled brothers and sisters, of whom he had a great many.
Mitya loved wheat grains from the master's barn, cheese from the master's cellar.
He also loved sour cream. Mice do not like sour cream, but Mitya was an unusual mouse, and therefore he liked sour cream. Well, it's like little kids like ice cream.
He was a small mouse and needed very little food. If he ate a few grains or a small piece of cheese, no one noticed it.

H but the danger still existed. And the ETA danger was called Cats and Cats.
A terrible danger, one might say - a mortal danger.
And THIS danger lay in wait for little mice at every turn.
Stepped one step - danger, stepped the second - again danger.
“A very dangerous life,” you say.
And I immediately agree with you. But there's nothing you can do about it. This danger has been around for a long time.
Since the mice quarreled with the cats. But this is a different story. And we'll see what the little mouse Mitya is doing.

BUT Mitya was walking along the spring barn at that very time.
The sowing season has passed. This is when all the people go to the field and throw grains into the ground. The fact that people throw away grains and bury them in the ground is bad - there is less food in the barn. But if the grains are not planted, then in the fall there will be no new grains. And then in winter there will be nothing to eat at all. Once they throw it, let them throw it!
Mitya walks around, eats the remaining grains, and suddenly ... he feels danger!
The danger of mice learn to determine from childhood. To do this, they are trained in a special "Mouse School". If the mouse does not go to such a school, then his parents will not let him go outside, and he will constantly sit at home - in a mink. Therefore, all mice necessarily go to school and then walk wherever they want.

And Here, Mitya, sensing danger, as they were taught at school, ran to a place where there are many different objects and it is easy to hide. He hid and began to watch the barn.
Soon the danger appeared in the form of a fluffy kitty.
Mitya was also taught to distinguish cats from cats at the mouse school.
The kitty walked around the barn and played with the Sunbeams. Mitya also liked to play with Sunbeams. They shone through the holes in the gate. And when there were gusts of wind, the bunnies ran all over the barn. The kitty ran, jumped, somersaulted, squatted and chased bunnies. Mitya also wanted to run with her, but at school he was taught to be wary of cats and kittens.

On the street someone called - Meow, home! - and the cat ran out into the street through a hole in the gate. So the cat's name is Meow, thought the little mouse. And I decided to take a walk to the cellar, where fresh sour cream should already have appeared. I really wanted to eat the already boring dry wheat grains. The mouse knew the secret hole from the barn to the cellar and ran towards it.
The mink was long, had many branches. But the mouse had a good sense of smell, and he knew in which direction and when to turn so as not to get lost. At the end, the mink began to brighten - this was the cellar. It always shone a small light bulb high under the ceiling.

M Itya approached the exit from the mink, stopped, and, as taught, sniffed and listened.
It was quiet, there were no strange smells.
Coming out of the mink, he looked around for reinsurance - he was a very careful little mouse,
and graduated from high school with excellent grades.

With the methane stood in its usual place, in front of strawberry jam, which the mouse could not stand because of the large amount of sugar. The sour cream was in an earthenware jug, with a rough surface on which the mouse could easily climb to the very top. Which he did. The fresh sour cream smelled divine. The little mouse settled down near the edge and began to slowly taste the sour cream with his paw.

L Mitya's ass was small, so he ate slowly. Suddenly something rustled from behind, Mitya twitched forward and fell from fright right into the sour cream. He floundered, squealed, but he could not get out himself. At the Mouse School, they didn’t teach him to swim and get out of jugs of sour cream. Just like mice do not eat sour cream.

M Itya began to choke on sour cream and drown. His quick floundering and pawing with his paws and legs was not successful.
- That's it, - thought Mitya, - I won't see any more mice, grains, or sunbeams! I had such a short life. There is so much I have yet to see and do. And such a shameful death in sour cream. Mom will cry, and my brothers will be ashamed of my "sour cream" habits. How sad. The little mouse began to cry, but this was not visible in the sour cream. What a pity that mice are not taught to swim at school. How would it be now by the way. Then he would be able to grab the edge of the jug and climb up. Too bad, very sorry...

(to be continued)