» » Flower-Seven-flower. Kataev Valentin Petrovich

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There was a girl named Zhenya. Once her mother sent her to the store for bagels. Zhenya bought seven bagels: two bagels with caraway seeds for dad, two bagels with poppy seeds for mom, two bagels with sugar for herself and one small pink bagel for brother Pavlik.

Zhenya took a bunch of bagels and went home. He walks, yawns on the sides, reads the signs, the raven counts.

In the meantime, an unfamiliar dog stuck behind me and ate all the bagels one after the other: ate my father's with cumin, then my mother's with poppy seeds, then Zhenya's with sugar. Zhenya felt that the steering wheels had become too light. Turned around, but it's too late. The washcloth dangles empty, and the dog eats up the last, pink Pavlik's donut, licks its lips.

- Ah, a bad dog! - Zhenya shouted and rushed to catch up with her.

She ran, ran, did not catch up with the dog, only she herself got lost. He sees that the place is completely unfamiliar, there are no big houses, but there are small houses. Zhenya got scared and began to cry. Suddenly, out of nowhere - an old woman.

- Girl, girl, why are you crying?

Zhenya told the old woman everything.

The old woman took pity on Zhenya, brought her to her kindergarten and said:
- Nothing, don't cry, I'll help you. True, I have no bagels and no money either, but one flower grows in my garden, it's called a seven-flower flower, it can do anything. You, I know, are a good girl, although you love to yawn around. I'll give you a seven-color flower, it will arrange everything.

With these words, the old woman plucked from the garden and gave the girl Zhenya a very beautiful flower like a chamomile. It had seven transparent petals, each a different color: yellow, red, green, blue, orange, purple, and blue.

- This flower, - said the old woman, - is not simple. He can do whatever you want. To do this, you just need to tear off one of the petals, throw it and say:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Tell them to do this or that. And this will be done immediately.

Zhenya politely thanked the old woman, went out the gate and then only remembered that she did not know the way home. She wanted to return to the kindergarten and ask the old woman to accompany her to the nearest policeman, but the kindergarten and the old woman were gone. What to do? Zhenya was about to cry, as usual, and even wrinkled her nose like an accordion, but suddenly she remembered about the cherished flower.

- Come on, let's see what kind of seven-colored flower it is!

Zhenya quickly tore off the yellow petal, threw it away and said:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Tell me to be at home with the bagels!

Before she had time to say this, at that very moment she found herself at home, and in her hands - a bunch of bagels!

Zhenya gave her mother the bagels, and she thinks to herself: “This is a really wonderful flower, it must be put in the most beautiful vase!”

Zhenya was a very small girl, so she climbed into a chair and reached for her beloved mother's vase, which stood on the topmost shelf.

At this time, as if by sin, crows flew past the window. My wife, of course, immediately wanted to know exactly how many crows - seven or eight.

- You broke something again, you bastard! Clumsy! - shouted mom from the kitchen. “Isn't it my favorite vase?

“No, no, Mommy, I didn't break anything. You heard it! - Zhenya shouted, and she quickly tore off the red petal, threw it and whispered:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Tell my mother's favorite vase to become whole!

Before she had time to say this, the shards crawled to each other by themselves and began to grow together.

Mom came running from the kitchen - lo and behold, and her favorite vase, as if nothing had happened, is standing in its place. Mom, just in case, shook her finger at Zhenya and sent her for a walk in the yard.

Zhenya came into the courtyard, and there the boys were playing at Papanin's guys: they were sitting on old boards, and a stick was stuck in the sand.

- Boys, boys, take me to play!

- What she wanted! Can't you see - this is the North Pole? We don't take girls to the North Pole.

- What is the North Pole when it is only boards?

- Not boards, but ice floes. Go away, don't bother! We have just a strong compression.

- So you don’t accept?

- We do not accept. Go away!

- And it is not necessary. I will be at the North Pole without you. Only not on such as yours, but on real. And you - a cat's tail!

Zhenya stepped aside, under the gate, took out the coveted seven-flowered flower, tore off the blue petal, threw it and said:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Tell me to be at the North Pole right now!

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There was a girl named Zhenya. Once her mother sent her to the store for bagels. Zhenya bought seven bagels: two bagels with caraway seeds for dad, two bagels with poppy seeds for mom, two bagels with sugar for herself and one small pink bagel for brother Pavlik. Zhenya took a bunch of bagels and went home. He walks, yawns on the sides, reads the signs, the raven counts. In the meantime, an unfamiliar dog stuck behind me and ate all the bagels one after the other: ate my father's with cumin, then my mother's with poppy seeds, then Zhenya's with sugar.

Zhenya felt that the steering-wheels had become too light. Turned around, but it's too late. The washcloth dangles empty, and the dog eats up the last, pink Pavlik's donut, licks its lips.

- Ah, a bad dog! - Zhenya shouted and rushed to catch up with her.

She ran, ran, did not catch up with the dog, only she herself got lost. He sees that the place is completely unfamiliar, there are no big houses, but there are small houses. Zhenya got scared and began to cry. Suddenly, out of nowhere - an old woman.

- Girl, girl, why are you crying?

Zhenya told the old woman everything.

The old woman took pity on Zhenya, brought her to her kindergarten and says:

- Nothing, don't cry, I'll help you. True, I have no bagels and no money either, but one flower grows in my garden, it is called a seven-flowered flower, it can do anything. You, I know, are a good girl, although you love to yawn around. I'll give you a seven-color flower, it will arrange everything.

With these words, the old woman plucked from the garden and gave the girl Zhenya a very beautiful flower like a chamomile. It had seven transparent petals, each of a different color: yellow, red, green, blue, orange, purple and blue.

- This flower, - said the old woman, - is not simple. He can do whatever you want. To do this, you just need to tear off one of the petals, throw it and say:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Tell them to do this or that. And this will be done immediately.

Zhenya politely thanked the old woman, went out the gate and then only remembered that she did not know the way home. She wanted to return to the kindergarten and ask the old woman to accompany her to the nearest policeman, but neither the kindergarten nor the old woman was gone. What to do? Zhenya was about to cry, as usual, and even wrinkled her nose like an accordion, but suddenly she remembered about the cherished flower.

- Come on, let's see what kind of seven-colored flower it is!

Zhenya quickly tore off the yellow petal, threw it away and said:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Tell me to be at home with the bagels!

Before she had time to say this, at that very moment she found herself at home, and in her hands - a bunch of bagels!

Zhenya gave her mother the bagels, and she thinks to herself: "This is really a wonderful flower, it must certainly be put in the most beautiful vase!"

Zhenya was a very small girl, so she climbed into a chair and reached for her mother's favorite vase, which was on the top shelf.

At this time, as if by sin, crows flew past the window. My wife, of course, immediately wanted to know exactly how many crows - seven or eight. She opened her mouth and began to count, bending her fingers, and the vase flew down and - bam! - shattered into small pieces.

- You broke something again, you bastard! Clumsy! - shouted mom from the kitchen. “Isn't it my favorite vase?

“No, no, Mommy, I didn't break anything. You heard it! - Zhenya shouted, and she quickly tore off the red petal, threw it and whispered:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Tell my mother's favorite vase to become whole!

Before she had time to say this, the shards crawled to each other by themselves and began to grow together.

Mom came running from the kitchen - lo and behold, and her favorite vase, as if nothing had happened, is in its place. Mom, just in case, shook her finger at Zhenya and sent her for a walk in the yard.

Zhenya came into the courtyard, and there the boys were playing at Papanin's guys: they were sitting on old boards, and a stick was stuck in the sand.

- Boys, boys, take me to play!

- What she wanted! Can't you see - this is the North Pole? We don't take girls to the North Pole.

- What is the North Pole when it is only boards?

- Not boards, but ice floes. Go away, don't bother! We have just a strong compression.

- So you don’t accept?

- We do not accept. Go away!

- And it is not necessary. I will be at the North Pole without you. Only not on such as yours, but on real. And you - a cat's tail!

Zhenya stepped aside, under the gate, took out the coveted seven-flowered flower, tore off the blue petal, threw it and said:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Tell me to be at the North Pole right now!

Before she had time to say this, suddenly a whirlwind flew in from nowhere, the sun disappeared, a terrible night became, the earth whirled under her feet like a top.

Zhenya, as she was in a summer dress with bare legs, was all alone at the North Pole, and the frost was a hundred degrees!

- Ay, mommy, I'm freezing! - Zhenya shouted and began to cry, but the tears immediately turned into icicles and hung on her nose, like on a drainpipe. Meanwhile, seven polar bears came out from behind the ice floe and straight to the girl, one more terrible than the other: the first is nervous, the second is angry, the third is in a beret, the fourth is shabby, the fifth is rumpled, the sixth is pockmarked, the seventh is the largest.

Not remembering herself from fear, Zhenya grabbed a seven-flowered flower with icy fingers, tore out a green petal, threw it and screamed as best she could:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Tell me to be back in our yard at once!

And at the same moment she found herself back in the yard. And the boys look at her and laugh:

- Well, where is your North Pole?

- I was there.

- We have not seen. Prove it!

- Look - I still have an icicle hanging.

- This is not an icicle, but a cat's tail! What took?

Zhenya took offense and decided not to hang out with the boys anymore, but went to another yard to hang out with the girls.

She came and saw that the girls had different toys. Some have a stroller, some have a ball, some have a jumping rope, some have a tricycle, and one has a large talking doll in a doll straw hat and doll galoshes. Zhenya took annoyance. Even the eyes turned yellow with envy, like a goat's.

“Well,” he thinks, “I'll show you who has toys!”

She took out a flower-seven-flower, tore off orange petal, threw it and said:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Command that all the toys in the world be mine!

And at the same moment, out of nowhere, toys were poured down to Zhenya from all sides.

The first, of course, were the dolls, loudly blinking their eyes and the food without respite: "dad-mom", "dad-mom". At first Zhenya was very happy, but there were so many dolls that they immediately filled the entire courtyard, a lane, two streets and half of the square. It was impossible to take a step without stepping on the doll. Around, can you imagine what kind of noise five million talking dolls can make? And there were no less of them. And then these were only Moscow dolls. And the dolls from Leningrad, Kharkov, Kiev, Lvov and other Soviet cities had not yet managed to run and barked like parrots along all the roads of the Soviet Union. Zhenya was even slightly scared. But that was only the beginning. Balls, balls, scooters, tricycles, tractors, cars, tanks, wedges, cannons rolled after the dolls by themselves. The jumpers crawled along the ground like snakes, getting tangled underfoot and making the nervous dolls squeak even louder. Millions of toy planes, airships and gliders flew through the air. Cotton parachutists were falling from the sky like tulips, hanging from telephone wires and trees. The traffic in the city stopped. The sentry policemen climbed onto the lanterns and did not know what to do.

- Enough, enough! - Zhenya cried in horror, clutching her head. - Will be! What are you, what are you! I don't need so many toys at all. I was joking. I'm afraid…

But it was not there! All toys were brought down and brought down ...

The whole city was already filled up to the roofs with toys.

Zhenya is on the stairs - toys are behind her. Zhenya on the balcony - toys behind her. Zhenya is in the attic - toys are behind her. Zhenya jumped out onto the roof, quickly tore off the purple petal, threw it away and quickly said:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Make the toys go back to the shops as soon as possible.

And immediately all the toys disappeared. Zhenya looked at her seven-colored flower and saw that there was only one petal left.

- That's a thing! Six petals, it turns out, was spent - and no pleasure. That is OK. I'll be smarter ahead. She went out into the street, walks and thinks: “What else would I still order? I give myself, perhaps, two kilos of "bears". No, two kilos of "transparent" is better. Or not ... I'd better do this: I will order a pound of "bears", a pound of "transparent" ones, one hundred grams of halva, one hundred grams of nuts and, wherever it went, one pink bagel for Pavlik. What's the use? Well, let’s say, I will order and eat all this. And nothing will remain. No, I prefer a tricycle. Why, though? Well, I'll ride, and then what? Also, what good, the boys will be taken away. Perhaps they will beat you! Not. I'd rather give myself a ticket to the cinema or to the circus. It's still fun there. Or maybe it would be better to order new sandals? Also no worse than a circus. Although, truth be told, what's the use of new sandals? You can order something much better. The main thing is not to rush. "

Reasoning in this way, Zhenya suddenly saw an excellent boy sitting on a bench at the gate. He had big blue eyes, cheerful but meek. The boy was very handsome - it is immediately clear that he was not a fighter, and Zhenya wanted to meet him. The girl, without any fear, approached him so close that in each of his pupils she very clearly saw her face with two pigtails spread over her shoulders.

- Boy, boy, what's your name?

- Vitya. How are you?

- Zhenya. Let's play tag?

- I can not. I'm lame.

And Zhenya saw his foot in an ugly shoe with a very thick sole.

- What a pity! - said Zhenya. - I really liked you, and I would love to run with you.

- I also like you very much, and I would also run with you with great pleasure, but, unfortunately, this is impossible. It's nothing you can do. This is for life.

- Oh, what nonsense you are talking about, boy! - Zhenya exclaimed and took out of her pocket her cherished seven-flowered flower. - Look!

With these words, the girl carefully tore off the last blue petal, pressed it to her eyes for a moment, then unclenched her fingers and sang in a thin voice trembling with happiness:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Tell Vitya to be healthy!

And at that very moment the boy jumped up from the bench, began to play tag with Zhenya and ran so well that the girl could not catch up with him, no matter how hard she tried.

There was a girl named Zhenya. Once her mother sent her to the store for bagels. Zhenya bought seven bagels: two bagels with caraway seeds for dad, two bagels with poppy seeds for mom, two bagels with sugar for herself and one small pink bagel for brother Pavlik.

Zhenya took a bunch of bagels and went home. He walks, yawns on the sides, reads the signs, the raven counts. And in the meantime, an unfamiliar dog stuck behind me, and ate all the bagels one by one. First I ate my father's with cumin, then my mother's with poppy seeds, then Zhenya's with sugar. Zhenya felt that the steering wheels had become too light. Turned around, but it's too late. The washcloth dangles empty, and the dog eats up the last, pink Pavlik's donut, and happily licks its lips.

Ah, a mischievous dog! - Zhenya shouted and rushed to catch up with her.

She ran, ran, did not catch up with the dog, only she herself got lost. He sees that the place is completely unfamiliar, there are no big houses, but there are small houses. Zhenya got scared and began to cry.

Suddenly, out of nowhere - an old woman.

Girl, girl, why are you crying?

Zhenya told the old woman everything.

The old woman took pity on Zhenya, brought her to her kindergarten and said:

Never mind, don't cry, I'll help you. True, I have no bagels and no money either, but one flower grows in my garden, it’s called a seven-flowered flower, it can do anything. You, I know, are a good girl, although you love to yawn around. I'll give you a seven-color flower, it will arrange everything.

With these words, the old woman plucked from the garden and gave the girl Zhenya a very beautiful flower like a chamomile. It had seven transparent petals, each a different color: yellow, red, green, blue, orange, purple, and blue.

This flower, - said the old woman, - is not simple. He can do whatever you want. To do this, you just need to tear off one of the petals, throw it and say:

Fly, fly, petal,

Through west to east

Through the north, through the south

Come back in a circle.

As soon as you touch the ground -

To be in my opinion led.

Tell them to do this or that. And this will be done immediately.

Zhenya politely thanked the old woman, went out the gate and then only remembered that she did not know the way home. She wanted to return to the kindergarten and ask the old woman to accompany her to the nearest policeman, but the kindergarten and the old woman were gone.

What to do? Zhenya was already going to cry as usual, she even wrinkled her nose like an accordion, but suddenly she remembered about the cherished flower.

Come on, let's see what kind of seven-colored flower it is!

Zhenya quickly tore off the yellow petal, threw it away and said:

Fly, fly, petal,

Through west to east

Through the north, through the south

Come back in a circle.

As soon as you touch the ground -

To be in my opinion led.

Tell me to be at home with the bagels! Before she had time to say this, at that very moment she found herself at home, and in her hands - a bunch of bagels!

Zhenya gave her mother the bagels, and she thinks to herself: "This is really a wonderful flower, it must be put in the most beautiful vase!"

Zhenya was a very small girl, so she climbed into a chair and reached for her mother's favorite vase, which was on the top shelf. At this time, as if by sin, crows flew past the window. My wife, of course, immediately wanted to know exactly how many crows - seven or eight. She opened her mouth and began to count, bending her fingers, and the vase flew down and - bam! - shattered into small pieces.

You broke something again! - shouted mom from the kitchen. “Isn't it my favorite vase? Tyapa muddler!

No, no, Mommy, I didn't break anything. You heard it! - Zhenya shouted, and she quickly tore off the red petal, threw it and whispered:

Fly, fly, petal,

Through west to east

Through the north, through the south

Come back in a circle.

As soon as you touch the ground -

To be in my opinion led.

Tell my mother's favorite vase to become whole! Before she had time to say this, the shards crawled to each other by themselves and began to grow together. Mom came running from the kitchen - lo and behold, and her beloved vase, as if nothing had happened, is standing in its place. Mom, just in case, shook her finger at Zhenya and sent her for a walk in the yard.

Zhenya came into the courtyard, and there the boys were playing at Papanin's guys: they were sitting on old boards, and a stick was stuck in the sand.

Boys, boys, take me to play!

What she wanted! Can't you see - this is the North Pole? We don't take girls to the North Pole.

What kind of North Pole is it when there are only boards?

Not boards, but ice floes. Go away, don't bother! We have just a strong compression.

So you don’t accept?

We do not accept. Go away!

And you don't need to. I will be at the North Pole without you. Only not on such as yours, but on real. And you - a cat's tail!

Zhenya stepped aside, under the gate, took out the coveted seven-flowered flower, tore off the blue petal, threw it and said:

Fly, fly, petal,

Through west to east

Through the north, through the south

Come back in a circle.

As soon as you touch the ground -

To be in my opinion led.

Tell me to be at the North Pole right now! Before she had time to say this, suddenly a whirlwind flew in from nowhere, the sun disappeared, a terrible night became, the earth whirled under her feet like a top. Zhenya, as she was in a summer dress with bare legs, found herself alone at the North Pole, and the frost was a hundred degrees!

Ay, mommy, I'm freezing! - Zhenya shouted and began to cry, but the tears immediately turned into icicles and hung on her nose, like on a drainpipe. In the meantime, seven polar bears came out from behind the ice and straight to the girl, one more terrible than the other: the first is nervous, the second is angry, the third is in a beret, the fourth is shabby, the fifth is rumpled, the sixth is pockmarked, the seventh is the largest.

Not remembering herself from fear, Zhenya grabbed a seven-flowered flower with her icy fingers, tore out a green petal, threw it away and screamed as best she could:

Fly, fly, petal,

Through west to east

Through the north, through the south

Come back in a circle.

As soon as you touch the ground -

To be in my opinion led.

Tell me to be back in our yard at once! And at the same moment she found herself back in the yard. And the boys look at her and laugh:

So where is your North Pole?

I was there.

We have not seen. Prove it!

Look - I still have an icicle hanging.

This is not an icicle, but a cat's tail! What took?

Zhenya took offense and decided not to hang out with the boys anymore, but went to another yard to hang out with the girls. She came and saw that the girls had different toys. Some have a stroller, some have a ball, some have a jumping rope, some have a tricycle, and one has a large talking doll in a doll straw hat and doll galoshes. Zhenya took annoyance. Even his eyes turned yellow with envy, like a goat's.

"Well," he thinks, "I'll show you who has toys!"

She took out a seven-flowered flower, tore off an orange petal, threw it away and said:

Fly, fly, petal,

Through west to east

Through the north, through the south

Come back in a circle.

As soon as you touch the ground -

To be in my opinion led.

Command that all the toys in the world be mine! And at the same moment, out of nowhere, toys were poured down to Zhenya from all sides. The first, of course, came running the dolls, loudly blinking their eyes and food without respite: "dad-mom", "dad-mom". At first Zhenya was very happy, but there were so many dolls that they immediately filled the entire courtyard, a lane, two streets and half of the square. It was impossible to take a step without stepping on the doll.

Around, can you imagine what kind of noise five million talking dolls can make? And there were no less of them. And then these were only Moscow dolls. And the dolls from Leningrad, Kharkov, Kiev, Lvov and other Soviet cities had not yet had time to run and barked like parrots along all the roads of the Soviet Union. Zhenya was even slightly scared. But that was only the beginning.

Balls, balls, scooters, tricycles, tractors, cars, tanks, wedges, cannons rolled after the dolls by themselves. The jumpers crawled along the ground like snakes, getting tangled underfoot and making the nervous puppets squeak even louder. Millions of toy planes, airships, gliders flew through the air. Cotton parachutists were falling from the sky like tulips, hanging from telephone wires and trees.

The traffic in the city stopped. The sentry policemen climbed onto the lanterns and did not know what to do.

Enough, enough! - Zhenya cried in horror, clutching her head.

Will be! What are you, what are you! I don't need so many toys at all. I was joking. I'm afraid...

But it was not there! All the toys were brought down and brought down ... The whole city was already filled up to the very roofs with toys. Zhenya is on the stairs - toys are behind her. Zhenya on the balcony - toys behind her. Zhenya is in the attic - toys are behind her. Zhenya jumped out onto the roof, quickly tore off the purple petal, threw it away and quickly said:

Fly, fly, petal,

Through west to east

Through the north, through the south

Come back in a circle.

As soon as you touch the ground -

To be in my opinion led.

Make the toys go back to the shops as soon as possible. And immediately all the toys disappeared. Zhenya looked at her seven-colored flower and saw that there was only one petal left.

That's the thing! Six petals, it turns out, was spent - and no pleasure. That is OK. I'll be smarter forward. She went out into the street, goes and thinks:

"What else would I still order? Veluka I myself, perhaps, two kilos of" bears. "No, better than two kilos of" transparent ". Or not ... Better to do this: I will give half a kilo of" bears ", half a kilo" transparent, "one hundred grams of halva, one hundred grams of nuts and, wherever it went, one pink steering wheel for Pavlik. What's the use? Well, let's say, I order all this and eat it. And nothing will remain. No, I prefer a three-wheeled But why? Well, I’ll ride, and then what? And what good, the boys will take it away. Perhaps they will beat me! No. I’d better get myself a ticket to the cinema or to the circus. It's still fun. better than new sandals? Also no worse than a circus. But to tell the truth, what good is new sandals? You can order something much better. The main thing is not to rush. "

I also like you very much, and I would also love to run with you, but, unfortunately, this is impossible. It's nothing you can do. This is for life.

Oh, what nonsense you say, boy! - Zhenya exclaimed and took out of her pocket her cherished seven-flowered flower. - Look!

With these words, the girl carefully tore off the last blue petal, pressed it to her eyes for a moment, then unclenched her fingers and sang in a thin voice trembling with happiness:

Fly, fly, petal,

Through west to east

Through the north, through the south

Come back in a circle.

As soon as you touch the ground -

To be in my opinion led.

And at that very moment the boy jumped up from the bench, began to play tag with Zhenya and ran so well that the girl could not catch up with him, no matter how hard she tried.

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Fairy tale Flower-seven-flower read

There was a girl named Zhenya. Once her mother sent her to the store for bagels. Zhenya bought seven bagels: two bagels with caraway seeds for dad, two bagels with poppy seeds for mom, two bagels with sugar for herself and one small pink bagel for brother Pavlik.

Zhenya took a bunch of bagels and went home. He walks, yawns on the sides, reads the signs, the raven counts. And in the meantime, an unfamiliar dog stuck behind me, and ate all the bagels one by one. First I ate my father's with cumin, then my mother's with poppy seeds, then Zhenya's with sugar. Zhenya felt that the steering wheels had become too light. Turned around, but it's too late. The washcloth dangles empty, and the dog eats up the last, pink Pavlik's donut, and happily licks its lips.

Ah, a mischievous dog! - Zhenya shouted and rushed to catch up with her.

She ran, ran, did not catch up with the dog, only she herself got lost. He sees that the place is completely unfamiliar, there are no big houses, but there are small houses. Zhenya got scared and began to cry.

Suddenly, out of nowhere - an old woman.

Girl, girl, why are you crying?

Zhenya told the old woman everything.

The old woman took pity on Zhenya, brought her to her kindergarten and said:

Never mind, don't cry, I'll help you. True, I have no bagels and no money either, but one flower grows in my garden, it’s called a seven-flowered flower, it can do anything. You, I know, are a good girl, although you love to yawn around. I'll give you a seven-color flower, it will arrange everything.

With these words, the old woman plucked from the garden and gave the girl Zhenya a very beautiful flower like a chamomile. It had seven transparent petals, each a different color: yellow, red, green, blue, orange, purple, and blue.

This flower, - said the old woman, - is not simple. He can do whatever you want. To do this, you just need to tear off one of the petals, throw it and say:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Tell them to do this or that. And this will be done immediately.

Zhenya politely thanked the old woman, went out the gate and then only remembered that she did not know the way home. She wanted to return to the kindergarten and ask the old woman to accompany her to the nearest policeman, but the kindergarten and the old woman were gone.

What to do? Zhenya was already going to cry as usual, she even wrinkled her nose like an accordion, but suddenly she remembered about the cherished flower.

Come on, let's see what kind of seven-colored flower it is!

Zhenya quickly tore off the yellow petal, threw it away and said:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Tell me to be at home with the bagels! Before she had time to say this, at that very moment she found herself at home, and in her hands - a bunch of bagels!

Zhenya gave her mother the bagels, and she thinks to herself: "This is really a wonderful flower, it must be put in the most beautiful vase!"

Zhenya was a very small girl, so she climbed into a chair and reached for her mother's favorite vase, which was on the top shelf. At this time, as if by sin, crows flew past the window. My wife, of course, immediately wanted to know exactly how many crows - seven or eight. She opened her mouth and began to count, bending her fingers, and the vase flew down and - bam! - shattered into small pieces.

You broke something again! - shouted mom from the kitchen. “Isn't it my favorite vase? Tyapa muddler!

No, no, Mommy, I didn't break anything. You heard it! - Zhenya shouted, and she quickly tore off the red petal, threw it and whispered:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Tell my mother's favorite vase to become whole!

Before she had time to say this, the shards crawled to each other by themselves and began to grow together. Mom came running from the kitchen - lo and behold, and her favorite vase, as if nothing had happened, is standing in its place. Mom, just in case, shook her finger at Zhenya and sent her for a walk in the yard.

Zhenya came into the courtyard, and there the boys were playing at Papanin's guys: they were sitting on old boards, and a stick was stuck in the sand.

- Boys, boys, take me to play!

What she wanted! Can't you see - this is the North Pole? We don't take girls to the North Pole.

What kind of North Pole is it when there are only boards?

Not boards, but ice floes. Go away, don't bother! We have just a strong compression.

So you don’t accept?

We do not accept. Go away!

And you don't need to. I will be at the North Pole without you. Only not on such as yours, but on real. And you - a cat's tail!

Zhenya stepped aside, under the gate, took out the coveted seven-flowered flower, tore off the blue petal, threw it and said:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Tell me to be at the North Pole right now! Before she had time to say this, suddenly a whirlwind flew in from nowhere, the sun disappeared, a terrible night became, the earth whirled under her feet like a top. Zhenya, as she was in a summer dress with bare legs, found herself alone at the North Pole, and the frost was a hundred degrees!

Ay, mommy, I'm freezing! - Zhenya shouted and began to cry, but the tears immediately turned into icicles and hung on her nose, like on a drainpipe. In the meantime, seven polar bears came out from behind the ice and straight to the girl, one more terrible than the other: the first is nervous, the second is angry, the third is in a beret, the fourth is shabby, the fifth is rumpled, the sixth is pockmarked, the seventh is the largest.

Not remembering herself from fear, Zhenya grabbed a seven-flowered flower with her icy fingers, tore out a green petal, threw it away and screamed as best she could:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Tell me to be back in our yard at once!

And at the same moment she found herself back in the yard. And the boys look at her and laugh:

So where is your North Pole?

I was there.

We have not seen. Prove it!

Look - I still have an icicle hanging.

This is not an icicle, but a cat's tail! What took?

Zhenya took offense and decided not to hang out with the boys anymore, but went to another yard to hang out with the girls.

She came and saw that the girls had different toys. Some have a stroller, some have a ball, some have a jumping rope, some have a tricycle, and one has a large talking doll in a doll straw hat and doll galoshes. Zhenya took annoyance. Even his eyes turned yellow with envy, like a goat's.

"Well," he thinks, "I'll show you who has toys!"

She took out a seven-flowered flower, tore off an orange petal, threw it away and said:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Command that all the toys in the world be mine!

And at the same moment, out of nowhere, toys were poured down to Zhenya from all sides. The first, of course, came running dolls, loudly blinking and food without respite: "dad-mom", "dad-mom". At first Zhenya was very happy, but there were so many dolls that they immediately filled the entire courtyard, a lane, two streets and half of the square. It was impossible to take a step without stepping on the doll.

Around, can you imagine what kind of noise five million talking dolls can make? And there were no less of them. And then these were only Moscow dolls. And the dolls from Leningrad, Kharkov, Kiev, Lvov and other Soviet cities had not yet had time to run and barked like parrots along all the roads of the Soviet Union. Zhenya was even slightly scared. But that was only the beginning.

Balls, balls, scooters, tricycles, tractors, cars, tanks, wedges, cannons rolled after the dolls by themselves. The jumpers crawled along the ground like snakes, getting tangled underfoot and making the nervous puppets squeak even louder. Millions of toy planes, airships, gliders flew through the air. Cotton parachutists were falling from the sky like tulips, hanging from telephone wires and trees.

The traffic in the city stopped. The sentry policemen climbed onto the lanterns and did not know what to do.

Enough, enough! - Zhenya cried in horror, clutching her head.

Will be! What are you, what are you! I don't need so many toys at all. I was joking. I'm afraid...

But it was not there! All the toys were brought down and brought down ... The whole city was already filled up to the very roofs with toys. Zhenya is on the stairs - toys are behind her. Zhenya on the balcony - toys behind her. Zhenya is in the attic - toys are behind her. Zhenya jumped out onto the roof, quickly tore off the purple petal, threw it away and quickly said:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Make the toys go back to the shops as soon as possible.

And immediately all the toys disappeared. Zhenya looked at her seven-colored flower and saw that there was only one petal left.

That's the thing! Six petals, it turns out, was spent - and no pleasure. That is OK. I'll be smarter forward. She went out into the street, goes and thinks:

"What else would I still order? Veluka I myself, perhaps, two kilos of" bears. "No, better than two kilos of" transparent ". Or not ... I'd better do this: I will give half a kilo of" bears ", half a kilo" transparent, "one hundred grams of halva, one hundred grams of nuts and, wherever it went, one pink steering wheel for Pavlik. What's the use? Well, let's say I order all this and eat it. And nothing will remain. No, I prefer a three-wheeled But why? Well, I’ll ride, and then what? And what good, the boys will take it away. Perhaps they will beat me! No. I’d better get myself a ticket to the cinema or to the circus. It's still fun. better new sandals? Also no worse than a circus. But, to tell the truth, what good is new sandals? You can order something much better. The main thing is not to rush. "

Reasoning in this way, Zhenya suddenly saw an excellent boy sitting on a bench at the gate. He had big blue eyes, cheerful but meek. The boy was very handsome - it is immediately clear that he was not a fighter, and Zhenya wanted to meet him. The girl, without any fear, approached him so close that in each of his pupils she very clearly saw her face with two pigtails spread over her shoulders.

Boy, boy, what's your name?

Vitya. How are you?

Zhenya. Let's play tag?

I can not. I'm lame.

And Zhenya saw his foot in an ugly shoe with a very thick sole.

What a pity! - said Zhenya. - I really liked you, and I would love to run with you.

I also like you very much, and I would also love to run with you, but, unfortunately, this is impossible. It's nothing you can do. This is for life.

Oh, what nonsense you say, boy! - Zhenya exclaimed and took out of her pocket her cherished seven-flowered flower. - Look!

With these words, the girl carefully tore off the last blue petal, pressed it to her eyes for a moment, then unclenched her fingers and sang in a thin voice trembling with happiness:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Tell Vitya to be healthy!

And at that very moment the boy jumped up from the bench, began to play tag with Zhenya and ran so well that the girl could not catch up with him, no matter how hard she tried.

There was a girl named Zhenya. Once her mother sent her to the store for bagels. Zhenya bought seven bagels: two bagels with caraway seeds for dad, two bagels with poppy seeds for mom, two bagels with sugar for herself and one small pink bagel for brother Pavlik.

Zhenya took a bunch of bagels and went home. He walks, yawns on the sides, reads the signs, the raven counts. And in the meantime, an unfamiliar dog stuck behind me, and ate all the bagels one by one. First I ate my father's with cumin, then my mother's with poppy seeds, then Zhenya's with sugar. Zhenya felt that the steering wheels had become too light. Turned around, but it's too late. The washcloth dangles empty, and the dog eats up the last, pink Pavlik's donut, and happily licks its lips.

- Ah, a bad dog! - Zhenya shouted and rushed to catch up with her.

She ran, ran, did not catch up with the dog, only she herself got lost. He sees that the place is completely unfamiliar, there are no big houses, but there are small houses. Zhenya got scared and began to cry.

Suddenly, out of nowhere - an old woman.

- Girl, girl, why are you crying?

Zhenya told the old woman everything.

The old woman took pity on Zhenya, brought her to her kindergarten and said:

- Nothing, don't cry, I'll help you. True, I have no bagels and no money either, but one flower grows in my garden, it’s called a seven-flowered flower, it can do anything. You, I know, are a good girl, although you love to yawn around. I'll give you a seven-color flower, it will arrange everything.

With these words, the old woman plucked from the garden and gave the girl Zhenya a very beautiful flower like a chamomile. It had seven transparent petals, each a different color: yellow, red, green, blue, orange, purple, and blue.

- This flower, - said the old woman, - is not simple. He can do whatever you want. To do this, you just need to tear off one of the petals, throw it and say:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Tell them to do this or that. And this will be done immediately.

Zhenya politely thanked the old woman, went out the gate and then only remembered that she did not know the way home. She wanted to return to the kindergarten and ask the old woman to accompany her to the nearest policeman, but the kindergarten and the old woman were gone.

What to do? Zhenya was already going to cry as usual, she even wrinkled her nose like an accordion, but suddenly she remembered about the cherished flower.

- Come on, let's see what kind of seven-colored flower it is!

Zhenya quickly tore off the yellow petal, threw it away and said:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Tell me to be at home with the bagels! Before she had time to say this, at that very moment she found herself at home, and in her hands - a bunch of bagels!

Zhenya gave her mother the bagels, and she thinks to herself: "This is really a wonderful flower, it must certainly be put in the most beautiful vase!"

Zhenya was a very small girl, so she climbed into a chair and reached for her mother's favorite vase, which was on the top shelf. At this time, as if by sin, crows flew past the window. My wife, of course, immediately wanted to know exactly how many crows - seven or eight. She opened her mouth and began to count, bending her fingers, and the vase flew down and - bam! - shattered into small pieces.

- You broke something again! - shouted mom from the kitchen. - Isn't it my favorite vase? Tyapa muddler!

“No, no, Mommy, I didn't break anything. You heard it! - Zhenya shouted, and she quickly tore off the red petal, threw it and whispered:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Tell my mother's favorite vase to be whole! Before she had time to say this, the shards crawled to each other by themselves and began to grow together. Mom came running from the kitchen - lo and behold, and her beloved vase, as if nothing had happened, is standing in its place. Mom, just in case, shook her finger at Zhenya and sent her for a walk in the yard.

Zhenya came into the courtyard, and there the boys were playing at Papanin's guys: they were sitting on old boards, and a stick was stuck in the sand.

- Boys, boys, take me to play!

- What she wanted! Can't you see - this is the North Pole? We don't take girls to the North Pole.

- What is the North Pole when it is only boards?

- Not boards, but ice floes. Go away, don't bother! We have just a strong compression.

- So you don’t accept?

- We do not accept. Go away!

- And it is not necessary. I will be at the North Pole without you. Only not on such as yours, but on real. And you - a cat's tail!

Zhenya stepped aside, under the gate, took out the coveted seven-flowered flower, tore off the blue petal, threw it and said:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Tell me to be at the North Pole right now! Before she had time to say this, suddenly a whirlwind flew in from nowhere, the sun disappeared, a terrible night became, the earth whirled under her feet like a top. Zhenya, as she was in a summer dress with bare legs, found herself alone at the North Pole, and the frost was a hundred degrees!

- Ay, mommy, I'm freezing! - Zhenya shouted and began to cry, but the tears immediately turned into icicles and hung on her nose, like on a drainpipe. In the meantime, seven polar bears came out from behind the ice and straight to the girl, one more terrible than the other: the first is nervous, the second is angry, the third is in a beret, the fourth is shabby, the fifth is rumpled, the sixth is pockmarked, the seventh is the largest.

Not remembering herself from fear, Zhenya grabbed a seven-flowered flower with her icy fingers, tore out a green petal, threw it away and screamed as best she could:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Tell me to be back in our yard at once! And at the same moment she found herself back in the yard. And the boys look at her and laugh:

- Well, where is your North Pole?

- I was there.

- We have not seen. Prove it!

- Look - I still have an icicle.

- This is not an icicle, but a cat's tail! What took?

Zhenya took offense and decided not to hang out with the boys anymore, but went to another yard to hang out with the girls. She came and saw that the girls had different toys. Some have a stroller, some have a ball, some have a jumping rope, some have a tricycle, and one has a large talking doll in a doll straw hat and doll galoshes. Zhenya took annoyance. Even his eyes turned yellow with envy, like a goat's.

“Well,” he thinks, “I'll show you who has toys!”

She took out a seven-flowered flower, tore off an orange petal, threw it away and said:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Command that all the toys in the world be mine! And at the same moment, out of nowhere, toys were poured down to Zhenya from all sides. The first, of course, were the dolls, loudly blinking their eyes and the food without respite: "dad-mom", "dad-mom". At first Zhenya was very happy, but there were so many dolls that they immediately filled the entire courtyard, a lane, two streets and half of the square. It was impossible to take a step without stepping on the doll.

Around, can you imagine what kind of noise five million talking dolls can make? And there were no less of them. And then these were only Moscow dolls. And the dolls from Leningrad, Kharkov, Kiev, Lvov and other Soviet cities had not yet had time to run and barked like parrots along all the roads of the Soviet Union. Zhenya was even slightly scared. But that was only the beginning.

Balls, balls, scooters, tricycles, tractors, cars, tanks, wedges, cannons rolled after the dolls by themselves. The jumpers crawled along the ground like snakes, getting tangled underfoot and making the nervous puppets squeak even louder. Millions of toy planes, airships, gliders flew through the air. Cotton parachutists were falling from the sky like tulips, hanging from telephone wires and trees.

The traffic in the city stopped. The sentry policemen climbed onto the lanterns and did not know what to do.

- Enough, enough! - Zhenya cried in horror, clutching her head.

Will be! What are you, what are you! I don't need so many toys at all. I was joking. I'm afraid…

But it was not there! All the toys were felled and felled ... The whole city was already littered with toys to the very roofs. Zhenya is on the stairs - toys are behind her. Zhenya is on the balcony - toys are behind her. Zhenya is in the attic - toys are behind her. Zhenya jumped out onto the roof, quickly tore off the purple petal, threw it and quickly said:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

Make the toys go back to the shops as soon as possible. And immediately all the toys disappeared. Zhenya looked at her seven-colored flower and saw that there was only one petal left.

- That's a thing! Six petals, it turns out, was spent - and no pleasure. That is OK. I'll be smarter ahead. She went out into the street, goes and thinks:

“What else would I still order? I mean, perhaps, two kilos of "bears". No, two kilos of "transparent" is better. Or not ... I'd better do this: I will order a pound of "bears", a pound of "transparent" ones, one hundred grams of halva, one hundred grams of nuts and, wherever it went, one pink bagel for Pavlik. What's the use? Well, let’s say, I will order and eat all this. And nothing will remain. No, I prefer a tricycle. Why, though? Well, I'll ride, and then what? Also, what good, the boys will be taken away. Perhaps they will beat you! Not. I'd rather get myself a ticket to the cinema or to the circus. It's still fun there. Or maybe it would be better to order new sandals? Also no worse than a circus. Although, truth be told, what's the use of new sandals? You can order something much better. The main thing is not to rush. "

Reasoning in this way, Zhenya suddenly saw an excellent boy sitting on a bench at the gate. He had big blue eyes, cheerful but meek. The boy was very handsome - it is immediately clear that he was not a fighter, and Zhenya wanted to meet him. The girl, without any fear, approached him so close that in each of his pupils she very clearly saw her face with two pigtails spread over her shoulders.

- Boy, boy, what's your name?

- Vitya. How are you?

- Zhenya. Let's play tag?

- I can not. I'm lame.

And Zhenya saw his foot in an ugly shoe with a very thick sole.

- What a pity! - said Zhenya. - I really liked you, and I would love to run with you.

- I also like you very much, and I would also run with you with great pleasure, but, unfortunately, this is impossible. It's nothing you can do. This is for life.

- Oh, what nonsense you are talking about, boy! - Zhenya exclaimed and took out of her pocket her cherished seven-flowered flower. - Look!

With these words, the girl carefully tore off the last blue petal, pressed it to her eyes for a moment, then unclenched her fingers and sang in a thin voice trembling with happiness:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east
Through the north, through the south
Come back in a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.

And at that very moment the boy jumped up from the bench, began to play tag with Zhenya and ran so well that the girl could not catch up with him, no matter how hard she tried.