Who wrote the story flower seven-flower. Seven-color flower - Kataev V.P.
Valentin Kataev
FLOWER-SEMITSVETIK
There lived a girl Zhenya. Once her mother sent her to the store for bagels. Zhenya bought seven bagels: two bagels with cumin 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. Meanwhile, an unfamiliar dog stuck up behind and ate all the bagels one after another and ate: she ate dad's with cumin, then mom's with poppy seeds, then Zhenya's with sugar. Zhenya felt that the bagels had become something too light. I turned around, too late. The washcloth dangles empty, and the dog finishes the last, pink Pavlikov's lamb, licks its lips.
Ah, bad dog! Zhenya screamed and rushed to catch up with her.
She ran, she ran, she did not catch up with the dog, she only got lost. He sees that the place is completely unfamiliar, there are no big houses, but there are small houses. Zhenya was frightened and cried. 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 garden and said:
Don't cry, I'll help you. True, I don’t have bagels and I don’t have money either, but on the other hand, 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 like to yawn around. I will give you a seven-flower flower, he will arrange everything.
With these words, the old woman plucked from the garden and gave the girl Zhenya a very beautiful flower like a camomile. 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 the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Command that this or that be done. And it will be done immediately.
Zhenya politely thanked the old woman, went out the gate, and only then 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 there. What to do? Zhenya was about to cry, as usual, even wrinkled her nose like an accordion, but suddenly she remembered the cherished flower.
Come on, let's see what kind of seven-color flower it is!
Zhenya quickly tore off the yellow petal, threw it away and said:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Tell me to be at home with bagels!
Before she had time to say this, as at the same moment she found herself at home, and in her hands - a bunch of bagels!
Zhenya gave the bagels to her mother, 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 onto a chair and reached for her mother's favorite vase, which stood on the topmost shelf.
At this time, as a sin, crows flew by the window. The 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.
There lived a girl Zhenya. once her mother sent her to the store for bagels. Zhenya bought seven bagels: two bagels with cumin 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. Meanwhile, an unfamiliar dog stuck up behind and ate all the bagels one after another and ate: she ate dad's with cumin, then mom's with poppy seeds, then Zhenya's with sugar. Zhenya felt that the bagels were somehow too light. I turned around, too late. The washcloth dangles empty, and the dog finishes the last, pink Pavlikov's lamb, licks its lips.
Ah, bad dog! Zhenya screamed and rushed to catch up with her.
She ran, she ran, she did not catch up with the dog, she only got lost. He sees that the place is completely unfamiliar, there are no big houses, but there are small houses. Zhenya was frightened and cried. 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 garden and said:
Don't cry, I'll help you. True, I don’t have bagels and I don’t have money either, but on the other hand, one flower grows in my garden, it’s called “flower-seven-flower”, it can do anything. You, I know, are a good girl, although you like to yawn around. I will give you a seven-flower flower, he will arrange everything.
With these words, the old woman plucked from the garden and gave the girl Zhenya a very beautiful flower like a camomile. 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 the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Command that this and that be done!
And it will be done immediately.
Zhenya politely thanked the old woman, went out the gate, and only then 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 there. What to do? Zhenya was about to cry, as usual, even wrinkled her nose like an accordion, but suddenly she remembered the cherished flower.
Come on, let's see what kind of seven-color flower it is! Zhenya quickly tore off the yellow petal, threw it away and said:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Tell me to be at home with bagels!
Before she had time to say this, as at the same moment she found herself at home, and in her hands - a bunch of bagels!
Zhenya gave the bagels to her mother, 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 onto a chair and reached for her mother's favorite vase, which stood on the topmost shelf. At this time, as a sin, crows flew by the window. The 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, tyapa! Muddler! Mom screamed 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 away and whispered:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Command that mother's favorite vase become whole!
Before she had time to say this, the shards crawled towards each other by themselves and began to coalesce.
Mom came running from the kitchen - look, and her favorite vase, as if nothing had happened, was standing in its place. Mom, just in case, threatened Zhenya with her finger and sent her for a walk in the yard.
Zhenya came into the yard, and there the boys were playing Papanin's: they were sitting on old planks with a stick stuck in the sand.
Boys, boys, let me play!
What did you want! Can't you see it North Pole? We don't take girls to the North Pole.
What kind of North Pole is it when it's all boards?
Not boards, but ice floes. Go away, don't interfere! We have a strong contraction.
So you don't accept?
We do not accept. Leave!
And you don't need to. I'll be at the North Pole without you now. Only not on the one like yours, but on the real one. And you - a cat's tail!
Zhenya stepped aside, under the gate, took out the cherished seven-flower, tore off the blue petal, threw it and said:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Command me to be at the North Pole at once!
Before she had time to say this, suddenly a whirlwind came from nowhere, the sun disappeared, a terrible night fell, the earth spun under her feet like a top.
Zhenya, as she was in a summer dress with bare legs, ended up alone at the North Pole, and the frost there was a hundred degrees!
Hey, mommy, I'm freezing! Zhenya screamed 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 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 wrinkled, the sixth is pockmarked, the seventh is the largest.
Beside herself with fear, Zhenya grabbed a seven-flowered flower with icy fingers, pulled out a green petal, threw it and screamed at the top of her lungs:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make 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 again 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.
It's not an icicle, it's a cat's tail! What did you take?
Zhenya was offended and decided not to hang out with the boys anymore, but went to another yard to hang out with the girls. She came, she sees - the girls have different toys. Some have a stroller, some have a ball, some have a jump rope, some have a tricycle, and one has a big talking doll in a doll's straw hat and doll's galoshes. I took Zhenya in annoyance. Even her eyes turned yellow with envy, like those of a goat.
“Well,” he thinks, “I’ll show you now who has toys!”
She took out a seven-flower, tore off orange petal, threw and said:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make 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 thrown towards Zhenya from all sides. Of course, the dolls came running first, clapping their eyes loudly and eating without respite: “dad-mum”, “dad-mum”. Zhenya was very happy at first, but there were so many dolls that they immediately filled the entire yard, 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 it was only Moscow dolls. And the puppets from Leningrad, Kharkov, Kyiv, Lvov and other Soviet cities had not yet managed to run and were clattering like parrots along all the roads Soviet Union. Zhenya was even a little scared.
But that was only the beginning. Balls, balls, scooters, tricycles, tractors, cars, tanks, tankettes, guns rolled after the dolls. The jumpers crawled along the ground like snakes, tangling underfoot and making the nervous puppets squeak even louder. Millions of toy planes, airships, gliders flew through the air. Cotton paratroopers fell from the sky like tulips, hanging on telephone wires and trees. Traffic in the city has stopped. The police officers climbed onto the lampposts and did not know what to do.
Pretty, pretty! Zhenya screamed in horror, clutching her head. - Will! What are you, what are you! I don't need so many toys. I was joking. I'm afraid…
But it was not there! Toys all fell and fell. The Soviet ones are over, the American ones have begun. Already the whole city was littered to the very roofs with toys. Zhenya up the stairs - toys behind her. Zhenya on the balcony - toys behind her. Zhenya in the attic - toys behind her. Zhenya jumped out onto the roof, quickly tore off the purple petal, threw it and quickly said:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Tell them to get the toys back to the stores as soon as possible.
And immediately all the toys disappeared.
Zhenya looked at her seven-colored flower and sees that there is only one petal left.
That's the thing! Six petals, it turns out, spent - and no pleasure. That is OK. I'll be smarter ahead.
She went out into the street, she walks and thinks:
“What else should I tell you? I tell myself, perhaps, two kilos of "bears". No, two kilos of “transparent” ones are better. Or not ... I’d better do this: I’ll order a pound of “bears”, a pound of “transparent”, one hundred grams of halva, a hundred grams of nuts and, wherever it went, one pink bagel for Pavlik. What's the point? Well, let's say I order all this and eat it. And nothing will be left. No, I tell myself a tricycle is better. Although why? Well, I'll ride, and then what? Still, what good, the boys will take away. Perhaps they will beat you! No. I'd rather tell myself a ticket to the cinema or to the circus. It's still fun there. Or maybe it’s better to order new sandals? It's no worse than a circus. Although, to tell the truth, what's the use of new sandals? You can order something else much better. The main thing is not to rush."
Reasoning in this way, Zhenya suddenly saw an excellent boy who was sitting on a bench at the gate. He had big blue eyes, merry but quiet. The boy was very cute - it is immediately clear that he is not a fighter, and Zhenya wanted to get to know 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 about you?
Zhenya. Let's play tag?
I can not. I am lame.
And Zhenya saw his foot in an ugly shoe with very thick soles.
What a pity! - Zhenya said. - I really liked you, and I would love to run with you.
I also really like you, and I would love to run with you too, but, unfortunately, this is not possible. It's nothing you can do. It's for life.
Oh, what nonsense you are talking, boy! - Zhenya exclaimed and took out her cherished seven-flower from her pocket. - 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 the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make 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 overtake him, no matter how hard she tried.
Once upon a time there was a girl named Zhenya. One day, my mother asked Zhenya to go to the store for bagels. Zhenya bought seven bagels in the store: two bagels with cumin 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 ran up to her from behind and ate all the bagels one after another and ate: she ate her father's with cumin, then her mother's with poppy seeds, then she got to the Zhenins with sugar.
Zhenya felt that the bagels were somehow too light. I turned around, but it was too late. The rope dangles empty, and the dog finishes the last, pink Pavlikov's lamb, and even licks his lips.
Oh, you bad dog! Zhenya screamed and rushed after her.
She ran and ran, she never caught up with the dog, only she got lost. He sees that the place is completely unfamiliar, there are no big houses at all, but there are some small houses. Zhenya was frightened and cried. 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 garden and said:
Don't cry, I'll help you. True, I don’t have bagels and I don’t have money either, but on the other hand, 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 like to yawn around. I will give you a seven-flower flower, he will arrange everything.
With these words, the old woman plucked from the garden and gave the girl Zhenya a very beautiful flower like a camomile. 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 the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Command that this or that be done. And it will be done immediately.
Come on, let's see what kind of seven-color flower it is! Zhenya politely thanked the old woman, went out the gate, and only then 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 there. What to do? Zhenya was about to cry, as usual, even wrinkled her nose like an accordion, but suddenly she remembered the cherished flower.
Zhenya quickly tore off the yellow petal, threw it away and said:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Tell me to be at home with bagels!
Before she had time to say this, as at the same moment she found herself at home, and in her hands - a bunch of bagels!
Zhenya gave the bagels to her mother, 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 onto a chair and reached for her mother's favorite vase, which stood on the topmost shelf.
At this time, as a sin, crows flew by the window. The 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, tyapa! Muddler! Mom screamed 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 away and whispered:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Command that mother's favorite vase become whole!
Before she had time to say this, the shards crawled towards each other by themselves and began to coalesce.
Mom came running from the kitchen - look, and her favorite vase, as if nothing had happened, was standing in its place. Just in case, Mom threatened Zhenya with her finger and sent her for a walk in the yard.
Zhenya came into the yard, and there the boys were playing Papanin's: they were sitting on old planks with a stick stuck in the sand.
Boys, boys, let me play!
What did you want! Can't you see it's the North Pole? We don't take girls to the North Pole.
What kind of North Pole is it when it's all boards?
Not boards, but ice floes. Go away, don't interfere! We have a strong contraction.
So you don't accept?
We do not accept. Leave!
And you don't need to. I'll be at the North Pole without you now. Only not on the one like yours, but on the real one. And you - a cat's tail!
Zhenya stepped aside, under the gate, took out the cherished seven-flower, tore off the blue petal, threw it and said:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Command me to be at the North Pole at once!
Before she had time to say this, suddenly a whirlwind came from nowhere, the sun disappeared, a terrible night fell, the earth spun under her feet like a top.
Zhenya, as she was in a summer dress with bare legs, all alone ended up at the North Pole, and the frost there is a hundred degrees!
Hey, mommy, I'm freezing! Zhenya screamed 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 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 wrinkled, the sixth is pockmarked, the seventh is the largest.
Beside herself with fear, Zhenya grabbed a seven-flower flower with icy fingers, pulled out a green petal, threw it and screamed at the top of her lungs:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make 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 again 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.
It's not an icicle, it's a cat's tail! What did you take?
Zhenya was offended and decided not to hang out with the boys anymore, but went to another yard to hang out with the girls.
She came, she sees - the girls have different toys. Some have a stroller, some have a ball, some have a jump rope, some have a tricycle, and one has a big talking doll in a doll's straw hat and doll's galoshes. I took Zhenya in annoyance. Even his eyes turned yellow with envy, like those of a goat.
“Well,” he thinks, “I’ll show you now who has toys!”
She took out a seven-flower, tore off an orange petal, threw it and said:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make 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 thrown towards Zhenya from all sides.
Of course, the dolls came running first, clapping their eyes loudly and eating without respite: “dad-mum”, “dad-mum”. Zhenya was very happy at first, but there were so many dolls that they immediately filled the entire yard, 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 it was only Moscow dolls. And the puppets from Leningrad, Kharkov, Kyiv, Lvov and other Soviet cities had not yet managed to run up and were noisy like parrots along all the roads of the Soviet Union. Zhenya was even a little scared. But that was only the beginning. Balls, marbles, scooters, tricycles, tractors, cars, tanks, tankettes, guns rolled behind the dolls.
Jumpers crawled along the ground like snakes, getting underfoot and making the nervous puppets squeak even louder. Millions of toy planes, airships, gliders flew through the air. Cotton paratroopers fell from the sky like tulips, hanging on telephone wires and trees. Traffic in the city has stopped. The police officers climbed onto the lampposts and did not know what to do.
Pretty, pretty! Zhenya screamed in horror, clutching her head. - Will! What are you, what are you! I don't need so many toys. I was joking. I'm afraid…
But it was not there! Toys all fell and fell ...
Already the whole city was littered to the very roofs with toys.
Zhenya up the stairs - toys behind her. Zhenya on the balcony - toys behind her. Zhenya in the attic - toys behind her. Zhenya jumped out onto the roof, quickly tore off the purple petal, threw it and quickly said:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Tell them to get the toys back to the stores as soon as possible.
And immediately all the toys disappeared. Zhenya looked at her seven-colored flower and sees that there is only one petal left.
That's the thing! Six petals, it turns out, spent - and no pleasure. That is OK. I'll be smarter in the future. She went out into the street, goes and thinks: “What else would I still order? I tell myself, perhaps, two kilos of "bears". No, two kilos of “transparent” ones are better. Or not ... I’d better do it this way: I’ll order a pound of “bears”, a pound of “transparent”, one hundred grams of halva, a hundred grams of nuts and, wherever it goes, one pink bagel for Pavlik. What's the point? Well, let's say I order all this and eat it. And nothing will be left. No, I tell myself a tricycle is better. Although why? Well, I'll ride, and then what? Still, what good, the boys will take away. Perhaps they will beat you! No. I'd rather tell myself a ticket to the cinema or to the circus. It's still fun there. Or maybe it’s better to order new sandals? It's no worse than a circus. Although, to tell the truth, 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 who was sitting on a bench at the gate. He had big blue eyes, cheerful but quiet. The boy was very cute - it is immediately clear that he is not a fighter, and Zhenya wanted to get to know 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 about you?
Zhenya. Let's play tag?
I can not. I am lame.
And Zhenya saw his foot in an ugly shoe with very thick soles.
What a pity! - Zhenya said. - I really liked you, and I would love to run with you.
I also really like you, and I would love to run with you too, but, unfortunately, this is not possible. It's nothing you can do. It's for life.
Oh, what nonsense you are talking, boy! - Zhenya exclaimed and took out her cherished seven-flower from her pocket. - 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 the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make 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 overtake him, no matter how hard she tried.
There lived a girl Zhenya. Once her mother sent her to the store for bagels. Zhenya bought seven bagels: two bagels with cumin 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. Meanwhile, an unfamiliar dog stuck up behind and ate all the bagels one after another and ate: she ate dad's with cumin, then mom's with poppy seeds, then Zhenya's with sugar. Zhenya felt that the bagels were somehow too light. I turned around, too late. The washcloth dangles empty, and the dog finishes the last, pink Pavlikov's lamb, licks its lips.
- Ah, a mischievous dog! Zhenya screamed and rushed to catch up with her.
She ran, she ran, she did not catch up with the dog, she only got lost. He sees that the place is completely unfamiliar, there are no big houses, but there are small houses. Zhenya was frightened and cried. 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 garden and said:
Don't cry, I'll help you. True, I don’t have bagels and I don’t have money either, but on the other hand, 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 like to yawn around. I will give you a seven-flower flower, he will arrange everything. With these words, the old woman plucked from the garden and gave the girl Zhenya a very beautiful flower like a camomile. 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 the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Command that this or that be done.
And it will be done immediately.
Zhenya politely thanked the old woman, went out the gate, and only then 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 there. What to do? Zhenya was about to cry, as usual, even wrinkled her nose like an accordion, but suddenly she remembered the cherished flower.
- Come on, let's see what kind of seven-color flower it is! Zhenya quickly tore off the yellow petal, threw it away and said:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east, through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Tell me to be at home with bagels!
Before she had time to say this, as at the same moment she found herself at home, and in her hands - a bunch of bagels! Zhenya gave the bagels to her mother, 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 onto a chair and reached for her mother's favorite vase, which stood on the topmost shelf. At this time, as a sin, crows flew by the window. The 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, tyapa! Muddler! Mom screamed 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 away and whispered:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground - To be in my opinion led.
Command that mother's favorite vase become whole!
Before she had time to say this, the shards crawled towards each other by themselves and began to coalesce. Mom came running from the kitchen - look, and her favorite vase, as if nothing had happened, was standing in its place. Mom, just in case, threatened Zhenya with her finger and sent her for a walk in the yard. Zhenya came into the yard, and there the boys were playing Papanin's: they were sitting on old planks with a stick stuck in the sand.
- Boys, boys, take me to play!
- What did you want! Can't you see it's the North Pole? We don't take girls to the North Pole.
- What kind of North Pole is it when it's all boards?
- Not boards, but ice floes. Go away, don't interfere! We have a strong contraction.
So you don't accept?
- We do not accept. Leave!
- You don't have to. I'll be at the North Pole without you now. Only not on the one like yours, but on the real one. And you - a cat's tail! Zhenya stepped aside, under the gate, took out the cherished seven-flower, tore off the blue petal, threw it and said:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Command me to be at the North Pole at once!
Before she had time to say this, suddenly a whirlwind came from nowhere, the sun disappeared, a terrible night fell, the earth spun under her feet like a top. Zhenya, as she was in a summer dress with bare legs, ended up alone at the North Pole, and the frost there was a hundred degrees!
- Oh, mommy, I'm freezing! Zhenya screamed 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 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 wrinkled, the sixth is pockmarked, the seventh is the largest. Beside herself with fear, Zhenya grabbed a seven-flowered flower with icy fingers, pulled out a green petal, threw it and screamed at the top of her lungs:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make 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 again 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 did you take?
Zhenya was offended and decided not to hang out with the boys anymore, but went to another yard to hang out with the girls. She came, she sees - the girls have different toys. Some have a stroller, some have a ball, some have a jump rope, some have a tricycle, and one has a big talking doll in a doll's straw hat and doll's galoshes. I took Zhenya in annoyance. Even her eyes turned yellow with envy, like those of a goat. "Well," he thinks, "I'll show you now who has toys!" She took out a seven-flower, tore off an orange petal, threw it and said:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make 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 thrown towards Zhenya from all sides. Of course, the dolls came running first, clapping their eyes loudly and eating without respite: “dad-mum”, “dad-mum”. Zhenya was very happy at first, but there were so many dolls that they immediately filled the entire yard, 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 it was only Moscow dolls. And the puppets from Leningrad, Kharkov, Kyiv, Lvov and other Soviet cities had not yet managed to run up and were noisy like parrots along all the roads of the Soviet Union. Zhenya was even a little scared. But that was only the beginning. Balls, balls, scooters, tricycles, tractors, cars, tanks, tankettes, guns rolled after the dolls. The jumpers crawled along the ground like snakes, tangling underfoot and making the nervous puppets squeak even louder. Millions of toy planes, airships, gliders flew through the air. Cotton paratroopers fell from the sky like tulips, hanging on telephone wires and trees. Traffic in the city has stopped. The police officers climbed onto the lampposts and did not know what to do.
- Enough, enough! Zhenya screamed in horror, clutching her head.
- Will! What are you, what are you! I don't need so many toys. I was joking. I'm afraid... But it wasn't there! Toys all fell and brought down ... Already the whole city was littered up to the very roofs with toys. Zhenya up the stairs - toys behind her. Zhenya on the balcony - toys behind her. Zhenya in the attic - toys behind her. Zhenya jumped out onto the roof, quickly tore off the purple petal, threw it and quickly said:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Tell them to get the toys back to the stores as soon as possible.
And immediately all the toys disappeared. Zhenya looked at her seven-colored flower and sees that there is only one petal left.
- That's the thing! Six petals, it turns out, spent - and no pleasure. That is OK. I'll be smarter ahead.
She went out into the street, goes and thinks: “What else should I order? I order myself, perhaps, two kilos of “bears”. : I order half a kilo of "bears", half a kilo of "transparent", one hundred grams of halva, one hundred grams of nuts and, wherever it goes, one pink bagel for Pavlik. stay. No, I tell myself better a tricycle. But why? Well, I'll ride, and then what? And what good, the boys will take away. Perhaps they will beat me! No. I'd rather tell myself a ticket to the cinema or to the circus. Everything is there "It's fun. Or maybe it's better to order new sandals? Also no worse than the circus. Although, to tell the truth, what's the use of new sandals? You can order something else much better. The main thing is not to rush." Reasoning in this way, Zhenya suddenly saw an excellent boy who was sitting on a bench at the gate. He had big blue eyes, merry but quiet. The boy was very cute - it is immediately clear that he is not a fighter, and Zhenya wanted to get to know 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 about you?
- Zhenya. Let's play tag?
- I can not. I am lame.
And Zhenya saw his foot in an ugly shoe with very thick soles.
- What a pity! - Zhenya said.
- I really liked you, and I would love to run with you.
- I also really like you, and I would also love to run with you, but, unfortunately, this is not possible. It's nothing you can do. It's for life.
- Oh, what nonsense you say, boy! - Zhenya exclaimed and took out her cherished seven-flower from her pocket. - 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 the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make 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 overtake him, no matter how hard she tried.
The fairy tale "Flower-Semitsvetik" by the author Valentina Kataeva tells a magical story about the girl Zhenya. She received as a gift from a kind old woman an unusual flower with seven multi-colored petals. One has only to break one of them and cast a spell, as any desire of the girl came true. When the last petal was left on the flower, Zhenya met a new friend ... Find out in the fairy tale "Flower-seven-colored", what desire has become the most cherished.
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There lived a girl Zhenya. Once her mother sent her to the store for bagels. Zhenya bought seven bagels: two bagels with cumin 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 up behind, 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 bagels were somehow too light. I turned around, too late. The washcloth dangles empty, and the dog finishes the last, pink Pavlikov's lamb, and happily licks its lips.
Ah, bad dog! Zhenya screamed and rushed to catch up with her.
She ran, she ran, she did not catch up with the dog, she only got lost. He sees that the place is completely unfamiliar, there are no big houses, but there are small houses. Zhenya was frightened and cried.
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 garden and said:
Don't cry, I'll help you. True, I don’t have bagels and I don’t have money either, but on the other hand, 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 like to yawn around. I will give you a seven-flower flower, he will arrange everything.
With these words, the old woman plucked from the garden and gave the girl Zhenya a very beautiful flower like a camomile. 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 the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Command that this or that be done. And it will be done immediately.
Zhenya politely thanked the old woman, went out the gate, and only then 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 there.
What to do? Zhenya was about to cry, as usual, she even wrinkled her nose like an accordion, but suddenly she remembered the cherished flower.
Come on, let's see what kind of seven-color flower it is!
Zhenya quickly tore off the yellow petal, threw it away and said:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Tell me to be at home with bagels! Before she had time to say this, as at the same moment she found herself at home, and in her hands - a bunch of bagels!
Zhenya gave the bagels to her mother, 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 onto a chair and reached for her mother's favorite vase, which stood on the topmost shelf. At this time, as a sin, crows flew by the window. The 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! Mom screamed from the kitchen. - Isn't it my favorite vase? Tyapa-blunder!
No, no, mommy, I didn't break anything. You heard it! Zhenya shouted, and she quickly tore off the red petal, threw it away and whispered:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Command that mother's favorite vase become whole!
Before she had time to say this, the shards crawled towards each other by themselves and began to coalesce. Mom came running from the kitchen - look, and her favorite vase, as if nothing had happened, was standing in its place. Mom, just in case, threatened Zhenya with her finger and sent her for a walk in the yard.
Zhenya came into the yard, and there the boys were playing Papanin's: they were sitting on old planks with a stick stuck in the sand.
- Boys, boys, take me to play!
What did you want! Can't you see it's the North Pole? We don't take girls to the North Pole. 
What kind of North Pole is it when it's all boards?
Not boards, but ice floes. Go away, don't interfere! We have a strong contraction.
So you don't accept?
We do not accept. Leave!
And you don't need to. I'll be at the North Pole without you now. Only not on the one like yours, but on the real one. And you - a cat's tail!
Zhenya stepped aside, under the gate, took out the cherished seven-flower, tore off the blue petal, threw it and said:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Command me to be at the North Pole at once! Before she had time to say this, suddenly a whirlwind came from nowhere, the sun disappeared, a terrible night fell, the earth spun under her feet like a top. Zhenya, as she was in a summer dress with bare legs, ended up alone at the North Pole, and the frost there was a hundred degrees!
Hey, mommy, I'm freezing! Zhenya screamed 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 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 wrinkled, the sixth is pockmarked, the seventh is the largest.
Beside herself with fear, Zhenya grabbed a seven-flowered flower with icy fingers, pulled out a green petal, threw it and screamed at the top of her lungs:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make 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 again 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.
It's not an icicle, it's a cat's tail! What did you take?
Zhenya was offended and decided not to hang out with the boys anymore, but went to another yard to hang out with the girls.
She came, she sees - the girls have different toys. Some have a stroller, some have a ball, some have a jump rope, some have a tricycle, and one has a big talking doll in a doll's straw hat and doll's galoshes. I took Zhenya in annoyance. Even her eyes turned yellow with envy, like those of a goat.
"Well," he thinks, "I'll show you now who has toys!"
She took out a seven-flower, tore off an orange petal, threw it and said:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make 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 thrown towards Zhenya from all sides. Of course, the dolls came running first, clapping their eyes loudly and eating without respite: “dad-mum”, “dad-mum”. Zhenya was very happy at first, but there were so many dolls that they immediately filled the entire yard, 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 it was only Moscow dolls. And the puppets from Leningrad, Kharkov, Kyiv, Lvov and other Soviet cities had not yet managed to run up and were noisy like parrots along all the roads of the Soviet Union. Zhenya was even a little scared. But that was only the beginning.
Balls, balls, scooters, tricycles, tractors, cars, tanks, tankettes, guns rolled after the dolls. The jumpers crawled along the ground like snakes, tangling underfoot and making the nervous puppets squeak even louder. Millions of toy planes, airships, gliders flew through the air. Cotton paratroopers fell from the sky like tulips, hanging on telephone wires and trees.
Traffic in the city has stopped. The police officers climbed onto the lampposts and did not know what to do.
Pretty, pretty! Zhenya screamed in horror, clutching her head.
Will! What are you, what are you! I don't need so many toys. I was joking. I'm afraid...
But it was not there! Toys all fell and brought down ... Already the whole city was littered up to the very roofs with toys. Zhenya up the stairs - toys behind her. Zhenya on the balcony - toys behind her. Zhenya in the attic - toys behind her. Zhenya jumped out onto the roof, quickly tore off the purple petal, threw it and quickly said:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Tell them to get the toys back to the stores as soon as possible.
And immediately all the toys disappeared. Zhenya looked at her seven-colored flower and sees that there is only one petal left.
That's the thing! Six petals, it turns out, spent - and no pleasure. That is OK. I'll be smarter ahead. She went out into the street, she walks and thinks:
“What else should I order? I order myself, perhaps, two kilos of “bears”. No, two kilos of “transparent” ones is better. transparent", one hundred grams of halva, one hundred grams of nuts and, wherever it went, one pink bagel for Pavlik. What's the point? Well, let's say I order all this and eat it. bicycle. But why? Well, I'll go for a ride, and then what? Also, what good things, the boys will take away. Perhaps they will beat me! No. I'd rather order myself a ticket to the cinema or to the circus. It's still fun there. Or maybe order better new sandals? Also no worse than the circus. Although, to tell the truth, what is the use of new sandals? You can order something else much better. The main thing is not to rush. "
Reasoning in this way, Zhenya suddenly saw an excellent boy who was sitting on a bench at the gate. He had big blue eyes, merry but quiet. The boy was very cute - it is immediately clear that he is not a fighter, and Zhenya wanted to get to know 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 about you?
Zhenya. Let's play tag?
I can not. I am lame.
And Zhenya saw his foot in an ugly shoe with very thick soles.
What a pity! - Zhenya said. - I really liked you, and I would love to run with you.
I also really like you, and I would love to run with you too, but, unfortunately, this is not possible. It's nothing you can do. It's for life.
Oh, what nonsense you are talking, boy! - Zhenya exclaimed and took out her cherished seven-flower from her pocket. - 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 the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make 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 overtake him, no matter how hard she tried.