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I sat there once, sat there, and all of a sudden I thought about it, and I was surprised myself. I thought it would be nice if everything was the other way around. Well, for example, so that children would be in charge of everything and adults would have to obey them in everything, in everything. In general, for adults to be like children, and for children to be like adults. That would be great, it would be very interesting. First of all, I imagine that my mother would "like" such a story that I...

- Tomorrow's September 1st," said Mom. - And then autumn came, and you will go to the second grade. Oh, how time flies! - And on this occasion, - Daddy picked up, - we will now "cut" the watermelon! And he took a knife and cut the watermelon. When he was cutting, I could hear such a full, pleasant, green crackling that my back got cold with a feeling of how I would eat this watermelon. And I had already opened my mouth to cling to the pink watermelon crowbar, but then the door opened and Pavlo entered the room...

I turned 40 this year, guys. So, it turns out that I saw the Christmas tree forty times. That's a lot! Well, the first three years of my life and probably didn't understand what a Christmas tree was. Mannerily, my mother carried me on her arms. And I guess I wasn't interested in looking at the decorated tree with my black eyes. And when I was five years old, kids, I knew exactly what a tree was. And I was looking forward to it. And even in the lye of the door, I peeked at my mother's Christmas tree decorations...

When Bear and I were very young, we really wanted to ride a car, but it was not possible. No matter how many drivers we asked for, nobody wanted to drive us. Once we were out walking in the yard. Suddenly we look - on the street, near our gates, the car stopped. The chauffeur got out of the car and went somewhere. We ran up. I say: The car - Nosov N.N. - is a Volga. And Mischka: - No, it's Moskvich. - You understand a lot! - I say I do. - Of course, Moskvich," says Bear. - Look at his hood. - What kind of a hood, I say, is it? Girls have a hood, and a car has a hood! Look at the body...

One day, scientists came in, took a drop of microbes and took it to their lab. Scientists were walking along the way, carrying a drop and talking. - Let's reason logically," said the chief scientist. - We are scientists, right? - That's right! - The youngest researcher said. - We carry a drop, and there are microbes in the drop, right? - That's right. - So we're going to study these germs. - That's a very good idea," said the junior researcher. - We absolutely agree with you. The microbial bird is a story by Gregory Oster Scientists brought a drop to the lab and put it under the microscope...

One of Petkin's older brothers was so older that he even went to work. The brother worked at a dairy - he sat in a large boiler with other microbes and made sour milk into sour milk. And his salary was paid with milk. For being harmful. Not for its harmfulness - it was not harmful at all - but for the fact that it was harmful for him to sit in milk every day. Milk is not transparent, and sitting in it is boring. The microbial hemp - the story of Gregory Oster - Take me with you, I also want to make sour milk out of sour milk...

"The light is full of injustice. No gift is worthy of evaluation. What, for example, higher education, ambitious dreams, unconditional decency, accuracy, accuracy, finally, handwriting, what would not be ashamed to write on Olympus? Alas, all vain. So reasoned the warden of the prison in N. - a town so secluded and small that he could not afford the luxury of having a large prison and important criminals. Hardly ever was it that all forty prison cells were occupied by guests. As a rule, there were no more than ten prisoners at the same time; but there were no shining names...

- Yay! - Yay! - Petka said, "Why 'hooray'? - Winter has begun! - Anginka shouted. - First of all, it's not hot to wear a coat and a hat, but it's fine, and secondly, look at the beautiful snow! Yay! - Yay! - Let's go for a walk," Anginka called, and they went for a walk. And immediately saw the youngest researcher. A microbial hemp - a story by Gregory Oster The youngest researcher stood there and cried - Why are you crying? - asked Petka the microbe. - That's what they want to fire me from the lab," the junior researcher sobbed...

At recess, our October counselor Lucy came to me and said: - Deniska, will you be able to perform at the concert? We decided to organize two kids to be satirists. Do you want to? - I want everything! Just you tell me what satirists are. Deniska - You see, we have various problems... Well, for example, double-crossers or lazybones, they have to be captured. Do you understand? You have to speak about them to make everybody laugh, it will have a sobering effect on them. - They are not drunk, they are just lazy...

I've been studying for a long time. Then there were still gymnasiums. And teachers then put marks in the diary for each lesson asked. They put some points - from five to one inclusive. And I was very young when I entered the gymnasium, in the preparatory class. I was only seven years old. And I didn't know anything yet about what happens in gymnasiums. And for the first three months I walked literally like a fog. A month of fun shines over the village, The white snow sparkles with a blue light....

I had a grandmother. And she loved me very much. She came to visit us every month and gave us toys. And on top of that, she would bring us a whole basket of cakes. Of all the cakes, she let me choose the one I liked. Grandma's gift is a story by Zoshchenko And my big sister, Lela, wasn't very fond of my grandmother. And did not allow her to choose cakes. She herself gave her what she would have to. And from this my sister Lelia whimpered every time and was more angry at me than at my grandmother...

Teddy bear and Stasik were sitting in the garden on a bench and talking. Only they talked not just like the other guys, but told each other different tall tales, as if they were arguing about who would fool around. - How old are you? - asks Mischutka. - Ninety-five. And you? - And I'm a hundred and forty. You know," says Mischutka, "I used to be big, big, like Uncle Boris, and then I was little. - And I, - says Stasik - was small at first, and then grew big, and then became small again, and now again soon will be big...