Hedgehog - Mikhail Prishvin. Hedgehog - Children's stories

- Oh, you are so with me! I said, and with the tip of my boot shoved him into the stream.

Instantly, the hedgehog turned around in the water and swam to the shore like a small pig, only instead of bristles on its back there were needles. I took a stick, rolled the hedgehog into my hat and carried it home.

I have had many mice. I heard that the hedgehog catches them, and I decided: let him live with me and catch mice.

So I put this prickly lump in the middle of the floor and sat down to write, while I myself looked at the hedgehog out of the corner of my eye. He did not lie motionless for a long time: as soon as I calmed down at the table, the hedgehog turned around, looked around, tried to go there, here, finally chose a place for himself under the bed and there it completely calmed down.

When it got dark, I lit the lamp, and — hello! The hedgehog ran out from under the bed. He, of course, thought to the lamp that it was the moon that had risen in the forest: in the moonlight, hedgehogs like to run around forest clearings.

And so he started running around the room, imagining that it was a forest clearing.

I picked up the pipe, lit a cigarette and let a cloud near the moon. It became just like in the forest: the moon and the cloud, and my legs were like tree trunks and, probably, the hedgehog really liked it: he darted between them, sniffing and scratching the backs of my boots with needles.

After reading the newspaper, I dropped it on the floor, went to bed and fell asleep.

- Why did the hedgehog need a newspaper?

Soon my tenant ran out from under the bed - and straight to the newspaper; he whirled around beside her, made a noise, and made a noise, finally contrived: somehow he put a corner of the newspaper on the thorns and dragged it, huge, into the corner.

Then I understood him: the newspaper was like dry leaves in the forest, he dragged it to himself for a nest. And it turned out to be true: soon the hedgehog all turned into a newspaper and made a real nest out of it. Having finished this important business, he went out of his dwelling and stood opposite the bed, looking at the candle-moon.

I let the clouds in and I ask:

— What else do you need? The hedgehog was not afraid.

- Do you want to drink?

I wake up. The hedgehog does not run.

I took a plate, put it on the floor, brought a bucket of water, and then I poured water into the plate, then poured it into the bucket again, and I made such a noise as if it were a brook splashing.

“Come on, come on,” I say. “You see, I arranged for you the moon and the clouds, and here’s water for you ...

I look like I'm moving forward. And I also moved my lake a little towards it. He will move, and I will move, and so they agreed.

“Drink,” I say finally. He began to cry. And I so lightly ran my hand over the thorns, as if stroking, and I keep saying:

"You're a good fellow, a good one!"

The hedgehog got drunk, I say:

- Let's sleep. Lie down and blow out the candle.

I don’t know how much I slept, I hear: again I have work in my room.

I light a candle and what do you think? The hedgehog runs around the room, and he has an apple on his thorns. He ran to the nest, put it there and after another runs into the corner, and in the corner there was a bag of apples and collapsed. Here the hedgehog ran up, curled up near the apples, twitched and runs again, on the thorns he drags another apple into the nest.

And so the hedgehog got a job with me. And now, like drinking tea, I will certainly put it on my table and then pour milk into a saucer for him - he will drink it, then I will give the ladies buns - he will eat it.

The hedgehog tossed and turned on his side of the bed and could not sleep at all. The cactus lay nearby, showing no signs of life - he passed out as soon as his head touched the pillow. He always slept quietly, very quietly - it would be better if he snored, if only a lulling rhythm was created; the hedgehog, on the other hand, suffered from insomnia throughout his life, and most of all he was angry that someone nearby was sleeping peacefully and wonderfully.

Hedgehog painfully wanted to sleep. For two and a half hours he had been tossing and turning in bed, crumpling the pillow, wrapping himself up in the blanket. Cold sweat flowed in streams between the needles. Closing his eyes, he again and again saw a huge herd of terrible horses.

Put in front of the hedgehog 200 gr. ham and a piece of rolls. The hedgehog will definitely eat the ham and not touch the roll. As a rational being, he understands that overeating is harmful.

In a fit of rage, hedgehogs are capable of performing unthinkable feats. Use it instead of a bayonet to inflict physical and moral damage on the enemy. At one sight of a hedgehog hanging on the barrel of a weapon, bawling patriotic songs, the enemy is lost, realizing that nothing good is going to happen to him in this country.

The hedgehog is crazy. The fog creeps in with relentless tentacles, the little animal can hardly see itself anymore. Who knows what's behind the fog? And what are its real dimensions? Maybe you just need to stretch your hand through it, and you will already find yourself next to someone?

Somehow the hedgehog decided to ride down the hill. And he began to ride. I rode all day, and by the evening I was tired. An ant passed by and asked: “What are you doing, hedgehog?” “I’m rolling down the hill,” answered the hedgehog. "There it is!" - said the ant and went home thoughtfully. "Summer like" - he thought on the way.

The hedgehog has been sitting on the Internet for too long today, reading different stories, poems - good and bad. In addition to stories and other works, he also read comments on what was written. For the most part, critics offered the author of "Yad"

In the house of the hedgehog, Prishvin was roughly shaken out of his hat right on the floor. Curled up into a ball, he waited with horror that now the hedgehog would step on him and crush him. Prishvin wanted to roll under the bed, but from fear he could not even move. He could only peep at the hedgehog with the corner of his left eye, which was not fully covered by his outstretched palm. Hedgehog, meanwhile, for some reason took a table lamp.

Once upon a time, there was, as usual, a Hedgehog. Yeah. And somehow the Hedgehog slept. He slept, slept sweetly on his tummy, but suddenly in a dream he moved his left paw. Something, he thinks, is somehow empty nearby. He sleeps soundly, and he himself tries to feel something nearby on the bed with his paw.

Needles. Paws. Spout.

No, like this: gouging with a small letter and Hedgehog with a capital one. In.

Christmas tree, needles-needles, bumps-between-them-mice, pe-nek-honey, whack-whack! Hedgehog!

Here I am walking down the street. And towards - a hedgehog.

You can see in the face - a hedgehog!

So businesslike, all of himself, turned up his nose -

- The sun was getting dark...

- Yes, it's full! How can the sun get dark? Have you confused anything? It blew its nose, perhaps, but it was getting dark... Thank you!

- Exactly what was getting dark! The sun was getting dark.

I welcome you to lectures. Our topic today is "The process of hair removal in hedgehogs." Take empty seats.

First things first, self-respecting hedgehogs sharpen needles. Self-respecting hedgehogs do not sharpen needles, but mostly tongues among themselves. Tongues from this become sharper, but there are no needles.

The hedgehog fell into the clutches of the Holy Inquisition. For your beliefs. He liked to pick rotten apples in autumn. The Holy Inquisition is not.

Anyone who caught a hedgehog using this instruction, please inform the author for statistics. Anyone who has caught any other animal using this instruction, please do not inform the author.

Have you ever seen underwater hedgehogs? And I saw. Ordinary such hedgehogs - muzzle, paws, needles. Only underwater...

The hedgehog was walking through the forest. And he felt so bad after yesterday that he did not know where to go. Or rather, where to drink ...

Surrounded by his comrades, Alik proudly walked home, clutching the end of his shirt in his fist. Something moved in his shirt from time to time.

An international conference was held here recently. Various famous scientists about their modern techniques measurements were told. Well, of course, as a specialist in my field, I also took part in it - I prepared a whole presentation. My topic "Weighing objects using the hedgehog method" was called.

The sun turned red, turned crimson, like an autumn leaf, and rolled towards the horizon. M imagined for a moment that it was not the sun, but a huge ripe apple with shining sides. If you bite into such an apple, it will splash with juice, from which the cheeks will become sticky.

The hedgehog sat at the table and drank strong tea in small sips. He really liked to drink tea like this - simply, always alone, looking at the setting sun through a small round window, near which there was a table, a stove and a cupboard with jam.

The underwater hedgehog (Ezshum Aquapodum) is nothing more than a variety of the common hedgehog, equipped with scuba gear and a propeller of a specific configuration.

Every morning the Hedgehog jumped out of his bed like a scalded. And there was something to jump up from: every morning his whole bed was studded with fresh hedgehog needles, which always did not stick well on the Hedgehog's body.

I have heard that some writers somehow derogatoryly treat hedgehogs, do not take them seriously, and if they write about them, then as about some kind of alcoholics, parasites or creatures in general, directly communicating with aliens, roofing felts with the afterlife the world.

"Interesting. Why is it believed that only bears are rods? After all, if they woke me up now, then I am a connecting rod? - thought the hedgehog Yevlampy, who woke up obviously earlier than spring.

Ah, you are so with me! - I said and pushed him into the stream with the tip of my boot.

I have had many mice. I heard - the hedgehog catches them, and decided: let him live with me and catch mice.

When it got dark, I lit the lamp, and - hello! - the hedgehog ran out from under the bed. He, of course, thought to the lamp that it was the moon that had risen in the forest: in the moonlight, hedgehogs like to run through the forest clearings.

And so he started running around the room, imagining that it was a forest clearing.

After reading the newspaper, I dropped it on the floor, went to bed and fell asleep.

Why did the hedgehog need a newspaper?

I let the clouds in and I ask:

What else do you need? The hedgehog was not afraid.

Do you want to drink?

I wake up. The hedgehog does not run.

I took a plate, put it on the floor, brought a bucket of water, and then I poured water into the plate, then poured it into the bucket again, and I made such a noise as if it were a brook splashing.

Come on, come on, I say. - You see, I arranged for you the moon and clouds, and here's water for you ...

I look like I'm moving forward. And I also moved my lake a little towards it. He will move, and I will move, and so they agreed.

Drink, - I say finally. He began to cry. And I so lightly ran my hand over the thorns, as if stroking, and I keep saying:

You are good, little one!

The hedgehog got drunk, I say:

Let's sleep. Lie down and blow out the candle.

I don’t know how much I slept, I hear: again I have work in my room.

And so the hedgehog got a job with me. And now I, like drinking tea, will certainly put it on my table and either I will pour milk into a saucer for him - he will drink it, then I will eat the ladies' buns.

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Once I was walking along the bank of our stream and noticed a hedgehog under a bush. He also noticed me, curled up and mumbled: knock-knock-knock. It was very similar, as if a car was moving in the distance. I touched him with the tip of my boot - he snorted terribly and pushed his needles into the boot.
- Oh, you are so with me! - I said and pushed him into the stream with the tip of my boot.
Instantly, the hedgehog turned around in the water and swam to the shore like a small pig, only instead of bristles on its back there were needles. I took a stick, rolled the hedgehog into my hat and carried it home.
I have had many mice. I heard - a hedgehog catches them, and decided: let him live with me and catch mice.
So I put this prickly lump in the middle of the floor and sat down to write, while I myself looked at the hedgehog out of the corner of my eye. He did not lie motionless for a long time: as soon as I calmed down at the table, the hedgehog turned around, looked around, tried to go there, here, finally chose a place for himself under the bed and there it completely calmed down.
When it got dark, I lit the lamp, and - hello! - the hedgehog ran out from under the bed. He, of course, thought to the lamp that it was the moon that had risen in the forest: in the moonlight, hedgehogs like to run through the forest clearings. And so he started running around the room, imagining that it was a forest clearing.
I picked up the pipe, lit a cigarette and let a cloud near the moon. It became just like in the forest: the moon and the clouds, and my legs were like tree trunks, and the hedgehog probably liked it very much and darted between them, sniffing and scratching the back of my boots with needles.
After reading the newspaper, I dropped it on the floor, went to bed and fell asleep.
I always sleep very lightly. I hear some rustling in my room. He struck a match, lit a candle, and only noticed how a hedgehog flashed under the bed. And the newspaper was no longer lying near the table, but in the middle of the room. So I left the candle burning and I don’t sleep myself, thinking: “Why did the hedgehog need a newspaper?” Soon my tenant ran out from under the bed - and straight to the newspaper; he twirled around beside her, making noise, making noise, and finally contrived: he somehow put a corner of the newspaper on the thorns and dragged it, huge, into the corner.
Then I understood him: the newspaper was like dry leaves in the forest, he dragged it for himself for a nest, and it turned out, it was true: soon the hedgehog all turned into a newspaper and made himself a real nest out of it. Having finished this important business, he went out of his dwelling and stood opposite the bed, looking at the candle and the moon.
I let the clouds in and I ask.
- What else do you need?
The hedgehog was not afraid.
- Do you want to drink?
I wake up. The hedgehog doesn't run.
I took a plate, put it on the floor, brought a bucket of water, and now I pour water into the plate, then pour it into the bucket again, and I make such a noise as if it were a brook splashing.
“Well, go, go,” I say. - You see, I arranged for you the moon and clouds, and here's water for you.
I look like I'm moving forward. And I also moved my lake a little towards it. He will move - and I will move, and so they agreed.
“Drink,” I say finally.
He began to cry.
And I ran my hand so lightly over the thorns, as if stroking it, and I keep saying everything.
- You're good, you're good!
The hedgehog got drunk, I say:
- Let's sleep.
Lie down and blow out the candle.
I don’t know how much I slept, I hear: again I have work in my room.
I light a candle - and what do you think? The hedgehog runs around the room, and on the thorns he has an apple. He ran to the nest, put it there and after another runs into the corner, and in the corner there was a bag of apples and collapsed. Here the hedgehog ran up, curled up near the apples, twitched and runs again - on the thorns he drags another apple into the nest.
And so the hedgehog got a job with me. And now, I’m like drinking tea, I’m sure to put it on my table and then I’ll pour milk into a saucer for him - he’ll drink it, then I’ll eat the ladies’ buns.

- Oh, you are so with me! I said, and with the tip of my boot shoved him into the stream.

I have had many mice. I heard - the hedgehog catches them, and decided: let him live with me and catch mice.

When it got dark, I lit the lamp, and - hello! The hedgehog ran out from under the bed. He, of course, thought to the lamp that it was the moon that had risen in the forest: in the moonlight, hedgehogs like to run through the forest clearings. And so he started running around the room, imagining that it was a forest clearing.

I picked up the pipe, lit a cigarette and let a cloud near the moon. It became just like in the forest: both the moon and the cloud, and my legs were like tree trunks and, probably, the hedgehog really liked it: he darted between them, sniffing and scratching the back of my boots with needles.

After reading the newspaper, I dropped it on the floor, went to bed and fell asleep.

I always sleep very lightly. I hear some rustling in my room. He struck a match, lit a candle, and only noticed how a hedgehog flashed under the bed. And the newspaper was no longer lying near the table, but in the middle of the room. So I left the candle burning and I don’t sleep myself, thinking: “Why did the hedgehog need a newspaper?” Soon my tenant ran out from under the bed - and straight to the newspaper; he twirled around beside her, made noise, noise, and finally contrived: somehow he put a corner of the newspaper on the thorns and dragged her, huge, into the corner.

Then I understood him: the newspaper was like dry leaves in the forest, he dragged it to himself for a nest. And it turned out, the truth: soon the hedgehog all turned into a newspaper and made a real nest out of it. Having finished this important business, he went out of his dwelling and stood opposite the bed, looking at the candle - the moon.

I let the clouds in and I ask:

– What else do you need?

The hedgehog was not afraid.

- Do you want to drink?

I wake up. The hedgehog doesn't run.

I took a plate, put it on the floor, brought a bucket of water, and now I pour water into the plate, then pour it into the bucket again, and I make such a noise as if it were a stream splashing.

“Well, go, go…” I say. “You see, I arranged for you the moon and the clouds, and here’s water for you ...

I look like I'm moving forward. And I also moved my lake a little towards it. He will move - and I will move, and so they agreed.

“Drink,” I say finally.

He began to cry. And I so lightly ran my hand over the thorns, as if stroking, and I keep saying:

- You're good, you're good!

The hedgehog got drunk, I say:

- Let's sleep.

Lie down and blow out the candle. I don’t know how much I slept, I hear: again I have work in my room.

I light a candle - and what do you think? The hedgehog runs around the room, and on the thorns he has an apple. He ran to the nest, put it there and after another runs into the corner, and in the corner there was a bag of apples and collapsed. Here the hedgehog ran up, curled up near the apples, twitched and runs again - on the thorns he drags another apple into the nest.