Illustrations for the fairy tale Pykh pictures for children

Secret

Pykh loved his job very much and was ready to run on the rails day and night. But when darkness fell, everyone went to bed, even the toys. The engine stood near the station and thought about how well the first working day had gone. Suddenly he heard Lenin's voice. - I do not want to sleep! I won't! I want to play. Every time Mom put Lenya to bed, he began to be capricious. The little engine also knew that it is not always necessary to follow the example of the owner, so he decided to imitate Lena in everything. - I do not want to sleep. “I won’t,” he puffed when the lights in the apartment were turned off and everyone fell asleep. Suddenly the door opened slightly, and a fluffy, red cat, Yasha, walked into the nursery. He considered himself the boss in the house. When everyone went to bed, he made his rounds to make sure everything was in order. During the day, Pykh was so busy that Yasha decided to postpone the acquaintance until the evening. The cat approached the engine, sniffed it and said. - So you are our new tenant. - Yes. My name is Pykh. And who are you? - asked the engine. Yakov Vasilievich Barsikov. For friends, just Yasha. I'm the boss here. “And I thought that the owner was Lenin’s dad, and Lenin’s mother was the mistress,” Pykh was surprised. - Nonsense. Tell me, please, who brings fish and meat to whom: are they for me or am I for them? - They. -Who strokes who’s fur and scratches behind their ears? - They took you. “So it turns out that they are in my service,” Yasha said and yawned sweetly. - Now it's time to sleep. “I don’t want to and I won’t,” the engine became stubborn. - Why? - asked the cat. “If I fall asleep, I’ll miss the fun.” - How stupid you are! Don't you know the secret? - What secret? - Pykh became interested. — To get into a fairy tale, you just need to close your eyes. And when you stand and stare to avoid falling asleep, you miss the most interesting thing. - Is it true? - Pykh was surprised and closed his headlight eyes. He thought that miracles would immediately begin to happen, but nothing happened. “You’re deceiving me,” he said reproachfully, looking at the cat. - Why should I deceive you? You're just still small and don't know how to close your eyes properly. Have you ever seen adults get cranky when they go to bed? - No. - This is because they know how to close their eyes correctly. - Can you? - Still would! All cats can do this. It just seems to everyone that I doze all day long. In fact, I travel and different adventures happen to me,” Yasha admitted. - Will you teach me? Please,” Pykh begged. So be it,” the cat agreed. “Listen and remember.” First, close your eyes, and then lie quietly and think about where you want to go. - That's all? It can’t be that simple,” the engine didn’t believe it. - There is one little secret. The main thing is to be patient, not toss and turn and never open your eyes, otherwise you will scare away the magic. Pykh closed his eyes and began to dream..

Presentation on the fairy tale “Pykh”

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MBOU "USHYINSKAYA SOSH" Presentation on the fairy tale "Pykh"

BELARUSIAN FOLK TALE

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather, grandmother and granddaughter Alyonka.

And they had a vegetable garden. Cabbage, beets, carrots and yellow turnips grew in the garden.

One day my grandfather wanted to eat turnips. He went out into the garden. He walks and walks, and in the garden it is hot and quiet, only the bees are buzzing and the mosquitoes are ringing.

Watchman

Everyone in the house was asleep. It was quiet. Pykh waited for him to find himself in a fairy tale, but no miracles happened. The engine thought that the cat had deceived him, when suddenly he saw stars above him. Pykh almost honked in surprise. And how can you not be surprised! After all, the toy railway was in the children's room, and the stars had never lit up on the ceiling. Everything around was transformed, as if by magic. The lights came on near the station building. They illuminated the platform. A plush dog in a uniform cap walked along the platform on its hind legs. He had a double-barreled shotgun over his shoulders. A small kitten trotted behind him. The engine blinked its headlight eyes and made sure that it was not sleeping. Miracles just began. The dog came closer, and Pykh heard him grumbling at the kitten: “Well, what should I do with you?” Stuck on my head. “Meow,” the kitten answered plaintively. “Hello,” the engine called out to them. - Why aren’t you sleeping? - I'm on duty. Do you see the uniform cap and gun? I'm Bobik Bobikov. “I work here as a watchman, I guard the station,” the dog answered. Pykh glanced sideways at the kitten and asked: “Why doesn’t he have a cap?” - Still small. And then he’s not supposed to. “He’s not a security guard,” Bobik barked. - Why does he go with you? - Well, I got it right: why and why. Because he was lost. Have you heard that there are naughty children who run away from their mother? He is just one of those ugly people. He ran away and now doesn’t know where to go. So he became attached to me. “Meow,” the kitten confirmed, and the dog continued. - Actually, I don’t like cats, but he’s still just a child. I feel sorry for the baby. Where are you going? - Don't know. “I’ll go see the world,” Pykh answered. “Aren’t you afraid to drive through the forest at night?” - Bobik asked. -What should I be afraid of? - Pykh was surprised. - Robbers. Pykh was a new engine, so he didn’t know much. He had never heard of robbers before and why he should be afraid of them, so he asked: “Who are robbers?” - They are so scary, mustachioed. And the leader has a black patch over his eye. - For what? — the locomotive didn’t understand. - To make it more scary. “At night, robbers come out onto the road, stop travelers and rob,” Bobik warned in an ominous whisper. - How do they rob? - They take away all the most valuable things. “But I don’t have anything valuable,” said Pykh. - That's bad. This means that you must definitely take something valuable so that you have something to rob,” the dog said confidently. “But I don’t know what to take,” the engine was upset. “We need to think about it,” said Bobik and scratched behind his ear with his hind paw. He always did this when he thought about something important. They were silent. It seemed to the kitten that they had completely forgotten about him, and he meowed offendedly. At that moment, Bobik came up with a great idea. He looked at his charge and joyfully exclaimed: “I figured it out!” Take him. Pykh glanced sideways at the furry baby and said doubtfully: “Are you sure that he is the most valuable thing?” “Not very much,” the dog honestly admitted and added: “But maybe it will be valuable for someone.” And then, we need to place it somewhere, find a home. The engine thought that Bobik was right. Plus, traveling together is more fun. Pykh opened the carriage door and commanded the kitten: “Get in.” Now I know exactly where we will go. We'll look for you. The kitten didn't have to beg. He quickly jumped into the carriage and sat down near the window. - Bon Voyage! If you see robbers, drive without stopping,” Bobik warned Bobikov. - There, there! - Pykh signaled, and he and the kitten set off on a journey.

Fairy tale puff read with pictures

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather, grandmother and granddaughter Alyonushka.
And they had a vegetable garden, and cabbage, beets, carrots and even turnips grew there.

Grandfather once wanted turnips. So he went to the garden. Grandfather bent down to the turnip, and under the bush someone said: “Py-yhh!” P-p-s!”

The grandfather got scared and ran away.

He ran home, sat down on a bench, couldn’t catch his breath: “Oh, grandma, there’s someone scary sitting under a bush and puffing.” I barely made it. - Enough for you, old man! I'll go get the turnip myself!

An old woman came to the garden, just bent down to drag a turnip, and under the bush someone said: “Pah-ah!” Ppp-y! The grandmother barely carried her legs away.

Alyonushka looked at her grandparents, felt sorry for them and said: “I’ll bring a turnip!” And she went to the garden. I just bent down to drag a turnip, and under the bush someone said: “Ppy-oh!” Ppp-y!”

Alyonushka was not afraid, she leaned closer and saw: a prickly bun lying on the garden bed, its eyes sparkling and puffing. Yes, it's a Hedgehog! Alyonushka pulled the turnip and pulled it out. Sweet, sweet. She took the turnip, put the hedgehog in her apron - and went home!

And her grandmother and grandfather came out to meet her and asked: “Where is the turnip?” But what about this beast - the terrible puff? Aren't you scared of him?

Here Alyonushka opened her apron: “Here’s a turnip for you, and here’s Puff for you!”

Russian folk tale in pictures. Illustrations: V.A. Zhigarev

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Robber

The train ran along the rails. The wheels clicked merrily at the joints. Pointed fir trees flashed by. The moon illuminated only their tops, and below they seemed like a solid black wall. “There are probably robbers here. We need to drive non-stop,” thought Pykh. Suddenly a red semaphore light came on ahead. The engine was still small, but he firmly knew that traffic rules must always be followed. You have to stop at a red light. “Puff, puff,” he panted and stopped. - Meow! - the semaphore said loudly and clearly. “I didn’t know that semaphores meow,” Pykh was surprised. - Why do you think I should bark? - someone snorted in the darkness. Then the lantern came on, and Pykh saw, instead of a semaphore, a huge Siamese cat. The cat's whiskers bristled to the sides, and the black patch over his eye gave him a fierce look. - Do I know you. “You are the main robber,” said Pykh. The cat looked at Pykh in shock, and then raised his tail and screamed so heart-rendingly that even the engine with his iron nerves felt uneasy. In response, a heartbreaking scream was heard, and a disheveled, red cat jumped out of the darkness. - What's happened? Who's acting up? - he asked menacingly. Seeing the train, the cat stared at it in surprise. - It's you? So you managed to get into a fairy tale? Pykh recognized his old acquaintance Yasha, but now he had no time for pleasantries. The Siamese cat still looked at him so angrily that now Pykh had no doubt that he was the leader of the robbers. - What did he do wrong? - Yasha asked his Siamese brother. - He insulted me! He called me a robber! Me, the most honest cat! - he was indignant. That's it! Yasha exclaimed and added conciliatoryly: “Don’t be angry.” He is still small and doesn’t know much. -What don’t I know? - asked the curious Puff. Yasha sat down more comfortably and began to explain: “My friend KiXya is a foreigner.” He came to us from Tibet. Cats are held in high esteem there, because we are much smarter than dogs, but we don’t meow about it at every intersection. In Tibet, houses are guarded not by dogs, but by cats. “Are you guarding something here too?” - Pykh asked the foreigner. “At night, Yasha and I work as a semaphore,” said KiXya. - Like this? — the locomotive didn’t understand. - Very simple. Cats' eyes glow in the dark. Only ordinary cats have green eyes in the dark, while Siamese cats have red eyes. That’s why KiXia stops the trains, and I let them pass further,” Yasha explained. - Why do you need a black bandage? - Pykh asked. - How stupid you are! The semaphore should have one light, not two, so you always have to keep one eye closed,” said KiXia. Right. When it’s my turn, I’ll put on a bandage,” red-haired Yasha confirmed. “It’s a pity that you are not robbers,” the engine was upset. - Why? — the cats were amazed in one voice. “That means you won’t rob me, and I have something valuable,” Pykh admitted. No, keep your valuables to yourself. We don’t need them,” the cats said decisively. “Meow,” the kitten sobbed in the carriage. He already realized that no one needed him. The baby sat sad, very sad and cried quietly. - Who's there? — KiXia became wary. - Kitty. “I thought he was valuable, but if you don’t need him, then I’ll go on looking for a home for him,” Pykh said. Yasha looked into the carriage. Seeing a small striped kitten, he exclaimed: “So there you are, robber!” Come out! The kitten obediently left the carriage and looked down guiltily. - Well well! It turns out that he is the robber? — the engine was surprised. - What a great one! - Yasha said angrily. - This mischief maker ran away from his mother. She looks for him, cries, and he calmly rides the train. - I'm lost. “I want to go to my mother,” the kitten cried out loud. - So you won’t run away without asking anymore? - Yasha asked sternly. “I won’t,” the kitten sobbed. “That’s the same,” Yasha threatened him and turned to the engine: “Don’t worry.” I'll deliver him straight to mom. There is nothing more valuable to her than this tomboy. “Have a nice journey,” said KiXia and closed his eyes, and Yasha covered one eye with his paw. Now the engine had a green light shining on it, which gave permission to hit the road. - There, there! - Pykh signaled. He ran on and thought: “How is it that the kitten turned out to be both a robber and the most valuable? Maybe this only happens in fairy tales?

Little Engine Puff

One day Lena was given a railroad as a gift. Everything in it was just like the real thing: the rails, the station with the platform, and the crossing, near which there was a semaphore. The red light of the semaphore warned: stop! The path is closed! But when the light turned green, you could drive on. Behind the crossing began a forest of fluffy plastic Christmas trees. There was a river flowing in the forest, with a humpbacked bridge across it. There was a beautiful little train working on the railway. In the morning, the platform was crowded with toy animals: bears, bunnies, dogs and even a pink elephant. Everyone wanted to go for a ride. The engine pulled up to the station and greeted joyfully: “Tut, tut!” Passengers rushed to take their seats. The pink elephant politely let those smaller than him pass. He climbed into the carriage last, but all the seats were taken. - Nothing. “You’ll go later,” the animals reassured him. “Okay,” the pink elephant sighed. He stood and sadly watched as the others got ready to set off. His ears drooped from sadness, as if they were withering. The engine felt sorry for the elephant, and he said: “No, that won’t do.” A good deed cannot begin with a grudge. The elephant will go with everyone. - But he’s so big. “We will be cramped,” the passengers began to shout. Nothing. “In cramped conditions, but don’t be offended,” the engine reassured them. The animals made room. The elephant turned even more pink with happiness and sat down near the window. Everyone was comfortably seated, but the load was not light. - Puff, puff, puff! - the engine panted, trying to move from its place. “It must be hard for you,” the elephant became worried. “It will be much harder for me if I lose a friend,” said the engine and puffed harder than before: “Puff, puff, puff... Finally, the wheels started spinning, and he rolled along the rails, picking up speed more and more.” - Hooray! Long live the little engine Puff! - everyone shouted joyfully. This is how the train got its name

SECRET

Pykh loved his job very much and was ready to run on the rails day and night. But when darkness fell, everyone went to bed, even the toys. The engine stood near the station and thought about how well its first working day had gone. Suddenly he heard Lenin's voice. - I do not want to sleep! I won't! I want to play. Every time Mom put Lenya to bed, he began to be capricious. The little engine also knew that it is not always necessary to follow the example of the owner, so he decided to imitate Lena in everything. - I do not want to sleep. “I won’t,” he puffed when the lights in the apartment were turned off and everyone fell asleep. Suddenly the door opened slightly, and a fluffy, red cat, Yasha, walked into the nursery. He considered himself the boss in the house. When everyone went to bed, he made his rounds to make sure everything was in order. During the day, Pykh was so busy that Yasha decided to postpone the acquaintance until the evening. The cat approached the engine, sniffed it and said. - So you are our new tenant. - Yes. My name is Pykh. And who are you? - asked the engine. Yakov Vasilievich Barsikov. For friends, just Yasha. I'm the boss here. “And I thought that the owner was Lenin’s dad, and Lenin’s mother was the mistress,” Pykh was surprised. - Nonsense. Tell me, please, who brings fish and meat to whom: are they for me or am I for them? - They. -Who strokes who’s fur and scratches behind their ears? - They took you. “So it turns out that they are in my service,” Yasha said and yawned sweetly. - Now it's time to sleep. “I don’t want to and I won’t,” the engine became stubborn. - Why? - asked the cat. “If I fall asleep, I’ll miss the fun.” - How stupid you are! Don't you know the secret? - What secret? - Pykh became interested. — To get into a fairy tale, you just need to close your eyes. And when you stand and stare to avoid falling asleep, you miss the most interesting thing. - Is it true? - Pykh was surprised and closed his headlight eyes. He thought that miracles would immediately begin to happen, but nothing happened. “You’re deceiving me,” he said reproachfully, looking at the cat. - Why should I deceive you? You're just still small and don't know how to close your eyes properly. Have you ever seen adults get cranky when they go to bed? - No. - This is because they know how to close their eyes correctly. - Can you? - Still would! All cats can do this. It just seems to everyone that I doze all day long. In fact, I travel and different adventures happen to me,” Yasha admitted. - Will you teach me? Please,” Pykh begged. So be it,” the cat agreed. “Listen and remember.” First, close your eyes, and then lie quietly and think about where you want to go. - That's all? It can’t be that simple,” the engine didn’t believe it. - There is one little secret. The main thing is to be patient, not toss and turn and never open your eyes, otherwise you will scare away the magic. Pykh closed his eyes and began to dream.

WATCHMAN

ROBBER

TALENT

Pykh reached the river, across which there was a humpbacked bridge, and stopped. The bridge was broken. Several planks were missing, and the rails broke off near the hole. - What to do now? — the locomotive was upset. “Jump into the water and swim like me,” the frog shouted from the river. - I can not swim. “I’ll go to the bottom right away,” Pykh sighed. “That means you have no talent,” said the frog, crawled out onto a water lily leaf and, bulging his eyes, stared at the train. - What is talent? - This is when you can do something better than others. “For example, I can swim breaststroke,” the frog boasted, jumped off the leaf and, importantly raking the water with its paws, made a circle. A hare leaned out of the coastal bushes and said: “It hurts to wet the skin.” I'll jump over this hole in one fell swoop. No one jumps better in the forest than me. The scythe accelerated - gallop! - and jumped over the hole. A crow flying past glanced sideways at him, sat down on the railing and snorted contemptuously: “Just think, talent.” So I can not only fly across a hole in a bridge, but across the entire river. The beaver heard the argument, leaned out of the water and shook his head: “Look, they boasted.” What use are your talents to others? Here we don’t have to scratch our tongues, but repair the bridge so that everyone can drive on it. The river master brought logs and quickly repaired the bridge. - How happy you are! “You all have talent,” said Pykh. - Don’t you know how to do anything? - asked the crow. - Nothing. Just carry passengers,” Pykh sighed. — Who are the passengers? - the hare became interested. — Everyone who boards the carriages becomes passengers. Do you want me to take you for a ride? - We want! — the animals agreed in unison, and the frog added with caution: “Of course, if it doesn’t hurt to turn into passengers.” - Not at all! - said Pykh and hospitably opened the door. A frog, a crow, a hare and a beaver quickly climbed into the trailer. “Tut, tut!” Pykh signaled and rolled along the rails. He made a whole circle and returned to the humpbacked bridge again. - I respected you so much! “I used to think that it was only possible to turn from a tadpole into a frog, but now I’ve also been a passenger,” croaked the frog. - Well done! Good ride! With the wind! - The raven and the hare vyingly praised the trip, and the beaver said: - Why did you deceive us, that you have no talents? - Is there really? - Pykh was surprised. - Certainly! Running fast along the rails is fine. Turning everyone into passengers - two. Ride friends - three. And the main thing is to give everyone joy. See how much talent you have! - Thank you. Without you, I would never have known that I was so talented,” Pykh was embarrassed. “Don’t thank me,” said the beaver. “Everyone has talent, you just need to discover it in time.”

Stubborn Donkey

Pykh was happily rolling along the rails when he suddenly saw a long-eared donkey on the road. - There, there! Clear the way! - the engine signaled, but the donkey didn’t even move his ears. - Puff, puff! Oh! Wow! — the locomotive braked with all its might and managed to stop, almost hitting a donkey. - Hey, can't you hear me honking? - the engine was indignant. - I hear. Can't you see that I'm standing here? - the donkey calmly objected. - Why are you standing on the road? - Pykh asked. — I am developing character to become persistent. “In my opinion, it’s dangerous to develop character like this,” said the engine and asked: “Please let me through.” - No. Take a detour,” the donkey became stubborn. - I can't. — Do you also train persistence? “No, I just don’t know how to run without rails,” admitted Pykh. - Is it because you're small? - the donkey guessed. - No. All trains run only on rails. If a train goes off the rails, it crashes. -What is a crash? - asked the donkey. “I don’t know exactly, but something very bad.” Therefore, it will be better if you get out of the way,” said Pykh. - How cunning! If I get out of the way, it turns out that I am not persistent at all. I won't give in for anything. Take a detour. “Okay, I’ll try,” the engine agreed. He tried to go around the donkey, but it turned out to be difficult. Pykh puffed and puffed, but could not get off the rut. - Do you want me to help you? - suggested the donkey. He nudged Puff. The locomotive came off the rails and fell on its side. - Carraul! Crash! - croaked a crow flying past. At her croaking, kids, a sheep and a horse, which were grazing nearby, came running. “It’s all because of you, you stubborn ass!” Ah ah ah! What a shame! - they began to scold the culprit of the accident. “I just wanted to show persistence,” the donkey justified himself. “You showed stupidity, not persistence.” A train cannot run without rails, so you had to give way,” said the horse. The donkey approached Pykh, who was lying on his side, and, hanging his head, said: “Please forgive me.” Are you really hurt? - No, I’m made of iron, but I won’t be able to get up and stand on the rails myself. “I’ll help you,” the donkey promised. “So do we,” the others suggested. Everyone got to work together. They tried this way and that to raise Pykh, but it didn’t work out that way. “We won’t be able to, me-e-e,” sighed the kids. - We will definitely be able to. “You just need to push yourself,” said the donkey and set to work even more stubbornly. - Poor Puff. We are poor. “We can’t do without help,” the sheep bleated. And go go! Nothing will work out for us,” the horse agreed. But the donkey didn’t listen to anyone. He strained, pushed, snorted and puffed, just like Puff when he was heavily loaded. - Leave me alone. “I’m too heavy,” the engine said sadly. - Never! “We will definitely put you on the rails,” the donkey promised, panting from the effort. It was very difficult for him, but he did not give up, because donkeys can be very persistent if they want to. His persistence encouraged others as well. Time after time, the friends raised the locomotive higher and higher. And finally Pykh swayed and stood on the rails. - Hooray! Happened!! - the horse, sheep and kids shouted in unison. Only the donkey was silent. He tried harder than anyone and was very tired. - Well done, donkey! “You are so persistent,” the kids praised him. - Whew. “Take him as an example,” the sheep bleated. “If it weren’t for your persistence, I would still be lying next to the road,” Pykh thanked the donkey. “It’s not for nothing that they say: perseverance and work will grind everything down,” said the horse. - How does this happen? At first everyone scolded me, but now they praise me,” the donkey was surprised. “They scold you not for perseverance, but for stubbornness,” said the horse. “Persistence helps you do something good, but if you are stubborn in vain, then it will only cause harm.” - Understood! — the donkey was happy. “Before you persist, you need to think about the benefit of it.”

HOME AGAIN

Pykh opened his eyes and saw that he was in the children's room. Nearby, in a basket, curled up, the red cat Yasha was sleeping. He has not yet returned from his fabulous journey. At this time, Lenin’s mother looked into the room. She went to her son’s bed and said: “Lyonya, wake up.” It's time to get up. “I don’t want to,” Lenya became capricious in his sleep. “He probably also found himself in a fairy tale and wants to see how it all ends,” thought Pykh. Now the little engine knew that going to bed is very interesting if you know how to close your eyes correctly. After breakfast, Lenya began to play with his favorite train. Pykh drove past the semaphore, through the forest and along the bridge, but today everything seemed different to him. Pykh wanted to tell Lena about his fabulous night journey, but instead he just boomed loudly: “Tu, tut!” And then he puffed embarrassedly: “Puff, puff, puff.” After all, he was still small and could only talk in his sleep.

Talent

Here comes the turnip

The grandmother bent down to pull out the turnip, and from the furrow someone hissed at her:

- Pssh-pp-y-hh! Pssh-pp-y-hh! Isn't it you, grandma? Didn't you just come for a turnip?

The grandmother got scared and ran away. She ran and ran past the carrots, past the beets, ran past the cabbage. I barely made it to the hut. She sat down on the bench, breathing heavily, couldn’t catch her breath.

- Oh, grandpa, you’re right! Someone is sitting there under a bush, so scary, and puffing. I barely lost my legs!

Granddaughter Alenka looked at her grandparents, felt sorry for them and said:

Alenka went to the garden. She walked and walked and came to the place where the turnip grew.

And just as she bent down to pull out the turnip, someone hissed from the garden bed:

- Pssh-pp-y-hh! Pssh-pp-y-hh! Isn't this Alenka? Didn't you just come for a turnip?

Alenka laughed here and shouted in a ringing voice:

- So so so! It's me, Alenka! Grandma and Grandpa came for a turnip.

Stubborn donkey

Alyonka for a turnip

And on the ridge someone starts puffing again:

Alenka bent over the garden bed to see who was sitting there so scary, and suddenly she saw: some kind of prickly ball lying on the garden bed, its beady eyes sparkling and puffing:

- Oh, you hedgehog, you prickly hedgehog! Did you scare your grandparents? Did you drive them home?

And the hedgehog extended his sharp muzzle upward and again:

Alyonushka pulled the turnip once, pulled another and a third time and pulled out the turnip. Yes, so big! Round and yellow. Sweet, sweet. Alenka took the turnip, put the hedgehog in her apron, and went home. I ran past the carrots, ran past the beets, ran past the cabbage. She ran fast and fast! And she instantly ran to her hut. And her grandfather and grandmother came out to meet her. And they ask:

Home again

Residents of house number eight

The reason for the beginning of this story was one remarkable event. On Sunday, Sergei Petrovich Zlovredny, nicknamed Evil, ninety-five years old, threw rotten potatoes at the children playing under his windows just because they laughed too loudly, squeaked, sang songs and generally behaved as ordinary children should. For the residents of house number eight on Orekhovoya Street, this was the last straw that broke their patience.

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In addition to Sergei Petrovich Zlovredny, other, no less scandalous old people lived in the house:

Anna Andreevna Vorchushkina, she is simply Grumpy, who managed to grumble even at the calmest and friendliest person in the city - postman Tsvetikov;
Anastasia Semyonovna Jaw, nicknamed Jaw. Every time something happened, in her opinion, obscene and indecent, she made such a piercing, soul-chilling squeak and began to read morals to everyone. For a long time. A very long time. (I could read all day without stopping);
Maxim Ilyich Strelnikov was particularly impulsive. As soon as he was upset (or rather, nervous), he immediately grabbed the gun hanging on the wall. Everyone knew that the gun had not fired for a long time, but still no one liked it when a gun was aimed at him.

There were many other remarkable characters in house number eight on Orekhovaya Street, but if we start writing about each of them here, we will end up with a whole book, not a story.

So, when Sergei Petrovich Zlovredny, nicknamed Evil, pelted the local children with rotten potatoes, the other residents of the house (not the old residents) called an emergency meeting and decided to gather all the old people and send them on a long journey. Someone had friends at the city clinic. There, the elderly were given certificates of fitness for long-distance travel in absentia. Someone knew the director of the local canteen.

From there, the old people were presented with three baskets of pies with jam, potatoes and cabbage. And another twelve bottles of kvass. The local transport department (of course, also through acquaintance) identified the most budget-friendly and profitable vehicle - the patient, cheerful and friendliest engine in the world, Pykh. He was instructed to take old people far, far away and not return until they all became normal, that is, socially non-conflict and potato-throwing subjects.