Tale of diligent teachers and hard work. Collection of Armenian folklore - fairy tales and legends - a fairy tale about a teacher

Here's another story. When I lived with Uncle Volodya in the country, Boris Klimentievich lived not far from us, such a thin uncle, cheerful, with a stick in his hand and tall as a fence.

He had a dog named Chapka. Very good dog, black, furry, muzzle with a brick, ponytail upright. And I became very friendly with her.

Once Boris Klimentievich decided to go swimming, but he did not want to take Chapka with him. Because she already went to the beach with him once and a scandalous story came out of this. At that time, Chapka climbed into the water, and one aunt was swimming in the water. She swam on a car tube so as not to drown. And she immediately shouted at Chapka:

- Go away! Here's another! It was not enough to let the dog infection in! - And she began to splash on Chapka: - Get out, get out!

Chapka did not like this, and she wanted to grab this aunt right afloat, but she did not reach her, but she nevertheless grabbed the camera with her sharp teeth. Just one bite, and the camera hissed and gasped. And the aunt began to think that she was drowning, and she squealed:

- Tonu, save me!

The whole beach was terrified. And Boris Klimentievich rushed to save her. Where this aunt was floundering, the river was knee-deep to him, and the aunt was up to his shoulders. He saved her, and whipped Chapka with a twig - for show, of course. And since then he stopped taking her to the river.

And now he asked me to take a walk in the yard with Chapka so that she would not follow him. And I went into the yard, and Chapka and I began to rush and somersault, jump and sausage, jump, and spin, and bark, squeal, and laugh, and wallow. And Boris Klimentievich calmly left. And Chapka and I played enough, and at that time Vanka Dykhov was walking past the fence with a fishing rod.

He says:

- Deniska, fish!

I say:

- I can’t, I’m guarding Chapka.

He says:

- Put Chapka in the house. Grab your bullshit and catch up.

And went on. And I took Chapka by the collar and quietly dragged her along the grass. She lay down, paws up, and rode as if on a sleigh. I opened the door, dragged her into the corridor, closed the door and followed the nonsense. When I went out onto the road again, Vanka was gone. He disappeared around the corner. I flew to catch up with him and suddenly I saw near the food tent: my Chapka was sitting in the very middle of the road, sticking out her tongue and looking at me as if nothing had happened ... Wow! This means that I closed the door badly, or she somehow contrived and, probably, ran through the yards, and now she sits and meets! Smart! But I have to hurry. There Vanka is probably already carrying fish, and I'm here to mess with her. The main thing is that I would take her with me, but Boris Klimentievich may return, and if he does not find her at home, he will get excited, rush to look for, and then they will scold me ... No, this will not work! You'll have to drag her back.

I grabbed her by the collar and dragged her home. This time Chapka kept all four paws on the ground. She followed me on her belly like a frog. I barely dragged her to the door. He opened a narrow crack, shoved it in, and slammed the door tightly. She growled and barked there, but I did not console her. I walked around the whole house, closed all the windows and the gate too. And although I was very tired from the fuss with Chapka, I still set off to run to the river. I ran pretty fast, and when I was already abreast of the transformer box, jumped out from behind it ... Chapka again! I even freaked out. I just couldn't believe my eyes. I thought that I was dreaming about her ... But then Chapka began to pretend that she was about to bite me because I left her at home. Growls and barks at me! Well, wait, I'll show you! And I began to grab her by the collar, but she did not give in, she dodged, wheezed, retreated, jumped back and barked all the time. Then I began to lure:

- Little cap, Little cap, tu-tu-tu, lohmushenka, na-na-na!

But she continued to mock and did not let herself be caught. The main thing was that my nonsense interfered with me, I did not have that dexterity. And we've been jumping around the booth for so long. And suddenly I remembered that I recently saw on TV the picture "Jungle Path". It shows how hunters catch monkeys with nets. I immediately realized, took my nonsense, like a net, and bang! He covered Chapka like a monkey. She howled with anger, but I quickly wrapped her up properly, threw the log over my shoulder and, like a real hunter, dragged her home through the whole village. The cap hung behind me in a net, like in a hammock, and only occasionally howled. But I no longer paid any attention to it, but simply took it and shook it out of the window and secured it from the outside with a stick. She immediately barked and growled in different voices, and for the third time I ran after Vanka. I'm talking so quickly, but in fact, a lot of time has passed. And at the very river I met Vanka. He walked cheerfully, and in his hand he had a blade of grass, and on the blade of grass two bleaks were strung, large, each with a teaspoon. I say:

- Wow! And you, I see, pecked great!

Vanka says:

Yes, I just couldn't get it out. Let's take this fish to my mother's ear, and after dinner we'll go again. Maybe you'll catch something.

And so, while talking, we quietly reached the house of Boris Klimentievich. And there was a small crowd near his house. There was an uncle in striped pants, with a stomach like a pillow, and there was also an aunt, also in pants and with a bare back. There was also a boy with glasses and someone else. They all waved their arms and shouted something. And then a boy with glasses saw me and screamed:

- Here he is, here he is, in person!

Then everyone turned to look at us, and the guy in the striped pants yelled:

- Which? With fish or small?!

The boy with glasses screams:

- Little! Grab it! It's him!

And they all rushed towards me. I got a little frightened and quickly ran away from them, dropped the log and climbed onto the fence. It was a high fence: no one could reach me from below. Auntie with a bare back ran up to the fence and began to shout in an inhuman voice:

- Give it to Bob now! Where did you put him, you bastard?

And the uncle buried his stomach in the fence, knocking with his fists:

Where is my Lucy? Where did you take her? Confess!

I say:

- Move away from the fence. I don't know any Bobka and Luska either. I don't even know them! Vanka, tell them!

Vanka screams:

- Why did you attack the child? Now I'm running after my mother, then you'll find out!

- You run as soon as possible, Vanka, otherwise they will tear me to pieces!

Vanka screams:

- Hold on, don't get off the fence! - And he ran.

And the uncle says:

- It's an accomplice, nothing else. There's a whole bunch of them here! Hey, you, on the fence, answer now, where is Lucy?

I say:

- Take care of your daughter!

– Oh, are you still witty? Get down this minute, and let's go to the prosecutor's office.

I say:

- No way I'm crying!

Then the boy with glasses says:

- Now I'll get it!

And let's climb the fence. But he can't. Because he does not know where the nail is, where what is, to cling to. And I climbed this fence a hundred times. Yes, I also push this boy with my heel. And he, thank God, breaks down.

“Stop, Pavel,” says the uncle, “let me seat you!”

And this Pavel began to climb on this uncle. And I was scared again, because Pavel was a healthy guy, probably already in the third or fourth grade. And I thought that the end had come for me, but then I saw Boris Klimentievich running, and from Vanka's lane, mother and Vanka. They scream:

- Stop! What's the matter?

And the uncle yells:

- Nothing to do with it! This boy is just stealing dogs! He stole my dog, Lucy.

And the aunt in the pants adds:

- And he stole from me, Bobka!

Vanka's mom says:

“I don’t believe in anything, even cut it.

And the boy with glasses intervenes:

- I saw it myself. He carried our dog in a net, over his shoulders! I sat in the attic and saw!

I say:

- Aren't you ashamed to lie? I carried the cap. She ran away from home!

Boris Klimentevich says:

“He is a pretty positive boy. Why would he suddenly enter the path of crime and start stealing dogs? Let's go home and find out! Come, Denis, here!

He came up to the fence, and I went straight to his shoulders, because he was very tall, I have already said.

Everyone went to the yard. The uncle was snorting, the aunt in his pants was breaking her fingers, the bespectacled Pavel followed them, and I rolled on Boris Klimentievich. We went up to the porch, Boris Klimentievich opened the door, and suddenly three dogs jumped out! Three Caps! Absolutely the same! I thought it was in my eyes.

Uncle shouts:

- Lucy!

And one Chapka rushed and jumped right on his stomach!

And the aunt in trousers and Pavel yell:

- Bobby! Bobka!

And they tear the second Chapka in half: she pulls her front legs towards her, and he pulls his back legs towards him! And only the third dog stands near us and tails in a vertical line. That is, wags its tail.

Boris Klimentevich says:

- So which side did you open up? I didn't expect this. Why did you stuff a house full of other people's dogs?

I said:

- I thought they were Chapki! After all, how similar! One person. Straight-forward doggy twins.

And I told everything in order. Then everyone began to laugh, and when they calmed down, Boris Klimentievich said:

“Of course, it’s not surprising that you misunderstood. Scottish Terriers are very similar to each other, so much so that it is difficult to distinguish. So today, to be honest, it was not we, the people, who recognized our dogs, but the dogs recognized us. So it's not your fault. But still know that from now on I will call you the Dog Thief.

… Indeed, he calls me that…

The book tells about a dog named Chapka. Previously, the narrator lived in the country house of his uncle Volodya. Boris Klimentievich lived next door to him with his dog Chapka. The cap had a black color, a furry muzzle and a short tail that stuck out upright.

Once Boris Klimentievich went to the river to swim. And Chapka stayed at home. Because when Chapka went to the river, a scandal arose. Boris Klimentievich asked his neighbor to look after Chapka. The narrator began to play, wallow, laugh and train Chapka. Chapka did not notice how her master left. During the games, a boy named Ivan Dykhov passed by. He had a fishing rod in his hands. The narrator's name was Denis. Vanya called Denis with him. Denis agreed and tied Chapka by the collar and led him into the house.

Closing the door, Denis ran after Vanya. Having run a little further, Denis saw Chapka sitting near the bench. And then Denis realized that he had closed the door badly. Denis grabbed the leash and dragged Chapka back home with him. He shoved it through the crack and closed the door tightly. And he turned around and went after Vanya, despite the strong barking of the dog. Denis quickly ran to the river. When he ran past the booth, Chapka jumped out in front of him. Denis thought he was dreaming. Chapka intended to bite him. She barked strongly at Denis. Denis realized that Chapka would not go home by herself and began to lure her. The cap bounced off and did not let itself be caught. In the end, Denis caught Chapka and carried her home on himself like a hunter. Denis came home and opened the window of the house. Then he threw Chapka in there and firmly closed the window with a stick. Denis noticed that a lot of time had passed. When leaving the gate, he met Vanya, who looked cheerful.

The two of them walked a little further and agreed to go again after dinner. A crowd gathered near the house of Boris Klimentievich. The crowd attacked Denis with accusations. During the conversation, it turned out that these people lost their pets. At the end of this story, because of the ridiculous situation, Denis acquired the nickname "dog thief".

A picture or drawing of a Dog Thief

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Here's another story. When I lived with Uncle Volodya in the country, Boris Klimentievich lived not far from us, such a thin uncle, cheerful, with a stick in his hand and tall as a fence.
He had a dog named Chapka. Very good dog, black, furry, muzzle with a brick, ponytail upright. And I became very friendly with her.
Once Boris Klimentievich decided to go swimming, but he did not want to take Chapka with him. Because she already went to the beach with him once and a scandalous story came out of this. At that time, Chapka climbed into the water, and one aunt was swimming in the water. She swam on a car tube so as not to drown. And she immediately shouted at Chapka:
- Go away! Here's another! It was not enough to let the dog infection in! - And she began to splash on Chapka: - Get out, get out!
Chapka did not like this, and she wanted to grab this aunt right afloat, but she did not reach her, but she nevertheless grabbed the camera with her sharp teeth. Just one bite, and the camera hissed and gasped. And the aunt began to think that she was drowning, and she squealed:
- Tonu, save me!
The whole beach was terrified. And Boris Klimentievich rushed to save her. Where this aunt was floundering, the river was knee-deep to him, and the aunt was up to his shoulders. He saved her, and whipped Chapka with a twig - for show, of course. And since then he stopped taking her to the river.
And now he asked me to take a walk in the yard with Chapka so that she would not follow him. And I went into the yard, and Chapka and I began to rush and somersault, jump and sausage, jump, and spin, and bark, squeal, and laugh, and wallow. And Boris Klimentievich calmly left. And Chapka and I played enough, and at that time Vanka Dykhov was walking past the fence with a fishing rod.
He says:
- Deniska, fish!
I say:
- I can’t, I’m guarding Chapka.
He says:
- Put Chapka in the house. Grab your bullshit and catch up.
And went on. And I took Chapka by the collar and quietly dragged her along the grass. She lay down, paws up, and rode as if on a sleigh. I opened the door, dragged her into the corridor, closed the door and followed the nonsense. When I went out onto the road again, Vanka was gone. He disappeared around the corner. I flew to catch up with him and suddenly I saw near the food tent: my Chapka was sitting in the very middle of the road, sticking out her tongue and looking at me as if nothing had happened ... Wow! This means that I closed the door badly, or she somehow contrived and, probably, ran through the yards, and now she sits and meets! Smart! But I have to hurry. There Vanka is probably already carrying fish, and I'm here to mess with her. The main thing is that I would take her with me, but Boris Klimentievich may return, and if he does not find her at home, he will get excited, rush to look for, and then they will scold me ... No, this will not work! You'll have to drag her back.
I grabbed her by the collar and dragged her home. This time Chapka kept all four paws on the ground. She followed me on her belly like a frog. I barely dragged her to the door. He opened a narrow crack, shoved it in, and slammed the door tightly. She growled and barked there, but I did not comfort her. I walked around the whole house, closed all the windows and the gate too. And although I was very tired from the fuss with Chapka, I still set off to run to the river. I ran pretty fast, and when I was already abreast of the transformer box, jumped out from behind it ... Chapka again! I even freaked out. I just couldn't believe my eyes. I thought that I was dreaming about her ... But then Chapka began to pretend that she was about to bite me because I left her at home. Growls and barks at me! Well, wait, I'll show you! And I began to grab her by the collar, but she did not give in, she dodged, wheezed, retreated, jumped back and barked all the time. Then I began to lure:
- Little cap, Little cap, tu-tu-tu, lohmushenka, na-na-na! But she continued to mock and did not let herself be caught. The main thing was that my nonsense interfered with me, I did not have that dexterity. And we've been jumping around the booth for so long. And suddenly I remembered that I recently saw on TV the picture "Jungle Path". It shows how hunters catch monkeys with nets. I immediately realized, took my nonsense, like a net, and bang! He covered Chapka like a monkey. She howled with anger, but I quickly wrapped her up properly, threw the log over my shoulder and, like a real hunter, dragged her home through the whole village. The cap hung behind me in a net, like in a hammock, and only occasionally howled. But I no longer paid any attention to it, but simply took it and shook it out of the window and secured it from the outside with a stick. She immediately barked and growled in different voices, and for the third time I ran after Vanka. I'm talking so quickly, but in fact, a lot of time has passed. And at the very river I met Vanka. He walked cheerfully, and in his hand he had a blade of grass, and on the blade of grass two bleaks were strung, large, each with a teaspoon. I say:
- Wow! And you, I see, pecked great!
Vanka says:
Yes, I just couldn't get it out. Let's take this fish to my mother's ear, and after dinner we'll go again. Maybe you'll catch something.
And so, while talking, we quietly reached the house of Boris Klimentievich. And there was a small crowd near his house. There was an uncle in striped pants, with a stomach like a pillow, and there was also an aunt, also in pants and with a bare back. There was also a boy with glasses and someone else. They all waved their arms and shouted something. And then a boy with glasses saw me and screamed:

- Here he is, here he is, in person!
Then everyone turned to look at us, and the guy in the striped pants yelled:
- Which? With fish or small?!
The boy with glasses screams:
- Little! Grab it! It's him!
And they all rushed towards me. I got a little frightened and quickly ran away from them, dropped the log and climbed onto the fence. It was a high fence: no one could reach me from below. Auntie with a bare back ran up to the fence and began to shout in an inhuman voice:
- Give it to Bob now! Where did you put him, you bastard?
And the uncle buried his stomach in the fence, knocking with his fists:
Where is my Lucy? Where did you take her? Confess!
I say:
- Move away from the fence. I don't know any Bobka and Luska either. I don't even know them! Vanka, tell them!
Vanka screams:
- Why did you attack the child? Now I'm running after my mother, then you'll find out!
I'm screaming
- You run as soon as possible, Vanka, otherwise they will tear me to pieces!
Vanka screams:
- Hold on, don't get off the fence! - And he ran.
And the uncle says:
- It's an accomplice, nothing else. There's a whole bunch of them here! Hey, you, on the fence, answer now, where is Lucy?
I say:
- Take care of your daughter!
– Oh, are you still witty? Get down this minute, and let's go to the prosecutor's office.
I say:
- No way I'm crying!
Then the boy with glasses says:
- Now I'll get it!
And let's climb the fence. But he can't. Because he does not know where the nail is, where what is, to cling to. And I climbed this fence a hundred times. Yes, I also push this boy with my heel. And he, thank God, breaks down.
“Stop, Pavel,” says the uncle, “let me seat you!”
And this Pavel began to climb on this uncle. And I was scared again, because Pavel was a healthy guy, probably already in the third or fourth grade. And I thought that the end had come for me, but then I saw Boris Klimentievich running, and from Vanka's lane, mother and Vanka. They scream:
- Stop! What's the matter?
And the uncle yells:
- Nothing to do with it! This boy is just stealing dogs! He stole my dog, Lucy.
And the aunt in the pants adds:
- And he stole from me, Bobka!
Vanka's mom says:
“I don’t believe in anything, even cut it.
And the boy with glasses intervenes:
- I saw it myself. He carried our dog in a net, over his shoulders! I sat in the attic and saw!
I say:
- Aren't you ashamed to lie? I carried the cap. She ran away from home!
Boris Klimentevich says:
“He is a pretty positive boy. Why would he suddenly enter the path of crime and start stealing dogs? Let's go home and find out! Come, Denis, here!
He came up to the fence, and I went straight to his shoulders, because he was very tall, I have already said.
Everyone went to the yard. The uncle was snorting, the aunt in his pants was breaking her fingers, the bespectacled Pavel followed them, and I rolled on Boris Klimentievich. We went up to the porch, Boris Klimentievich opened the door, and suddenly three dogs jumped out! Three Caps! Absolutely the same! I thought it was in my eyes.
Uncle shouts:
- Lucy!
And one Chapka rushed and jumped right on his stomach!
And the aunt in trousers and Pavel yell:
- Bobik! Bobka!
And they tear the second Chapka in half: she pulls her front legs towards her, and he pulls his back legs towards him! And only the third dog stands near us and tails in a vertical line. That is, wags its tail.
Boris Klimentevich says:
- So which side did you open up? I didn't expect this. Why did you stuff a house full of other people's dogs?
I said:
- I thought they were Chapki! After all, how similar! One person. Straight-forward doggy twins.
And I told everything in order. Then everyone began to laugh, and when they calmed down, Boris Klimentievich said:
“Of course, it’s not surprising that you misunderstood. Scottish Terriers are very similar to each other, so much so that it is difficult to distinguish. So today, to be honest, it was not we, the people, who recognized our dogs, but the dogs recognized us. So it's not your fault. But still know that from now on I will call you the Dog Thief.
… Indeed, he calls me that…