Little Stories



Kolhoznicy daughter Theodora all Arishki-called coward. Before the cowardly girl was - well, just a step from his mother! And the farm from her no help.
- Hey, Arishka - say, happened, mother - take vedёrochko, dragged out of the pond water in the trough: it is necessary to wash.
Arishka too inflated lips.


- Yeah! .. In the pond - frogs.


- Well, let the frog. You what?
- And they are jumpy. I am afraid of.
Dragged Fyodor water itself will wash clothes.


- Come, my daughter, in the attic clothes Is - drier.


- Yeah! .. In the attic - a spider.
- Well, let the spider.
- It is creeping. I am afraid it.
Fedor wag his hand at her daughter, she will climb up to the attic.


- And you, Arishka as though in a closet gathering, milk jug bring.
- Yeah! .. And in the closet - the mouse.
- And even if so! Do not they eat you.
- They tailed. I am afraid of.
Well, what can you do with such a scaredy-cat ?!


Once we cleaned the summer hay farmers in the far mowing in a large forest. Arishka from his mother on a step, clinging to her skirt - to work does not.
Fedor and came up with:



- Would you, a girl in the woods went on raspberries.
Here in the forest as the passion raspberry. Though basket Dial.
Arishka - the first on the farm slastёna. To berries stick, like a fly to sugar.
- Where the mother, where is Malinka?
- Yes, there on the edge. Come on, show.
As seen in the bushes Arishka red berries, because to them and ran.
- Daleko something in the woods, listen, do not go, my daughter, - instructed Fedor. - A scare that - I cry. I'll close here, not going anywhere.






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It's nice to work that day Fyodor: never it is not out of the woods Arishka called out.
It's time to have an afternoon snack. Only Fyodor gathered for the little daughter in the woods, looking - Arishka she goes. All in her cheeks crimson juice in hand - a full basket of berries.
- Good girl, my daughter! - Fyodor happy. - And where are you so many berries scored?
- And then away for a stream in a large raspberry patch.
- Look emboldened where wandered! But I told you I thee away into the woods do not go. How is it you did not eat animals?


- What are there animals? - Arishka laughs. - One bear all was.
Then came the turn of Fedor too scared.
- How ... bear? What is this bear? ..
- Yes, this funny, cute. Shaggy all, chёrnenky nose and green eyes, green!
- Father-light! And you are not afraid?


- And I do not think! I said to him: "Hello, Misha!" And he, poor, frightened - but a tree from me. I shouted to him: "get off, Misha, get off! Give only poglazhu! "And yes, he mentioned above. So no tears for me. Go, and now sits on the tree, with a fright.
Fedor as the heart and sank.


- And in the bushes, my daughter, there is not anyone noticed?
- Was someone walked, twigs crackling but still grumbled thick voice. The same is true, Malinka collected. Oh, I'm calling, calling, "Uncle, benefits bear to catch!" Yes, he did not come to me.


- Child unreasonable! - Fedor threw up her hands. - Why, it's none other than herself medvediha circle went, his treasured teddy bear! Yes, as soon as it tore you to death!
But farmers as a heard now who picked up an ax who pitchfork - but in the woods!


In the raspberry bushes for a stream and actually found the bear. Only she was not gave them, left them with their other bear.
And to bear that climbed a tree, and farmers have caught Arishki as a gift on the strap failed.


It happened all in the past year.
Now bear with a big bear up, and from Arishki single step as used to Arishka from the mother. Arishka itself - that is still small, but still went to the first class, and on her desk just seen. Misha did not fear her, even though he won a monster grew up: a horse from him shy and the tractor reared becomes.


Today too Fedorin daughter Arishki no-no coward calls - all Arish Misha styled. It became such a diligent, all the girls in the example, the mother's assistant. And for the water of the pond and into the cellar and the attic walks.
So try to understand it, that she had somehow afraid of mice!

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