Alexander ivanovich kuprin starlings retelling. Alexander Kuprin - starlings

There was a poor woman in the world. And she had four children. The children of the mother did not obey. They ran and played in the snow from morning to evening, but they did not help the mother. They will return to the chum [a cone-shaped dwelling covered with reindeer skins]; they will drag whole snowdrifts on pimas [high fur boots made of reindeer or seal skins], and take away the mother. The clothes will get wet, and the mother sushi. It was difficult for the mother. From such a life, from hard work, she fell ill. Lies in the plague, calls the children, asks:
- Children, give me water. My throat is dry. Bring some water.
Not once, not twice did the mother ask - the children do not go for water. The elder says:
- I am without pims. Another says:
- I'm without a hat. The third says:
- I'm without clothes.
And the fourth does not answer at all. Their mother asks:
- The river is close to us, and you can go without clothes. My mouth went dry. I am thirsty!
And the children ran out of the plague, played for a long time, and did not look at their mother. Finally the elder wanted to eat - he looked into the chum. Looks: mother in the middle of the plague stands and a malitsa [ outerwear from reindeer skins with a hood and mittens] puts on. Suddenly the malitsa covered with feathers. The mother takes a board on which the skins are scraped, and that board becomes a bird's tail. The thimble has become an iron beak. Wings grew instead of hands.
The mother turned into a cuckoo bird and flew out of the plague.
Then the elder brother shouted:
- Brothers, look, look: our mother is flying away like a bird!
The children ran after their mother, shouting to her:
- Mom, mom, we brought you some water! And she replies:
- Ku-ku, ku-ku! Late, late! Now the lake waters are in front of me. I'm flying to the free waters!
Children run after their mother, call her, hold out a ladle of water.
The youngest son shouts:
- Mother Mother! Come back home! Drink some water!
Mother answers from afar:
- Ku-ku, ku-ku! Too late son! I will not come back!

So the children ran after their mother for many days and nights - over stones, over swamps, over bumps. They wounded their feet with blood. Where they run, there will be a red trail.
The cuckoo mother abandoned the children forever. And since then the cuckoo has not built a nest for itself, has not raised its own children. And since then, red moss has been spreading over the tundra.

- THE END -

Nenets folk tale with pictures. Illustrations Hussars

Alexander Kuprin

It was mid-March. Spring this year has stood out smooth, friendly. Abundant but short rains fell occasionally. We have already traveled on wheels on roads covered with thick mud. Snow still lay in snowdrifts in deep forests and in shady ravines, but in the fields the donkey became loose and dark, and from under it, in some places, large bald patches appeared black, fat, steaming in the sun. The birch buds are swollen. Lamb on willows turned from white to yellow, fluffy and huge. The willow blossomed. Bees flew out of the hives for the first bribe. The first snowdrops appeared timidly in the forest glades.

We were impatiently waiting for old acquaintances - starlings, these cute, cheerful, sociable birds, the first migratory guests, the joyful heralds of spring - to fly into our garden again. They need to fly many hundreds of miles from their winter camps, from the south of Europe, from Asia Minor, from the northern regions of Africa. Others will have to make more than three thousand miles. Many will fly over the seas: Mediterranean or Black. How many adventures and dangers along the way: rains, storms, dense fogs, hail clouds, predator birds, shots of greedy hunters. How many incredible efforts a small creature weighing about twenty to twenty-five spools should use for such a flight. Indeed, the shooters who destroy the bird during the difficult journey, when, obeying the mighty call of nature, it strives to the place where it first hatched from the egg and saw the sunlight and greenery has no heart.

Animals have a lot of their own wisdom, incomprehensible to people. Birds are especially sensitive to weather changes and anticipate them for a long time, but it often happens that migratory wanderers in the middle of the endless sea are suddenly overtaken by a sudden hurricane, often with snow. It is far to the shores, the forces are weakened by long-distance flight ... Then the whole flock perishes, with the exception of a small particle of the strongest. It is happiness for the birds if they encounter a sea vessel in these terrible moments. In a whole cloud they descend on the deck, on the wheelhouse, on the tackle, on the sides, as if entrusting their little life in danger to the eternal enemy - man. And the harsh sailors will never offend them, they will not offend their quivering credulity. The beautiful sea belief even says that an inevitable misfortune threatens the ship on which the bird that asked for shelter was killed.

Coastal lighthouses are sometimes disastrous. Lighthouse keepers sometimes find in the mornings, after foggy nights, hundreds and even thousands of bird corpses in the galleries surrounding the lantern and on the ground around the building. Exhausted by the flight, the birds weighed down from the sea moisture, reaching the coast in the evening, unconsciously strive to where they are deceivingly attracted by light and warmth, and in their fast summer shattered by their breasts on thick glass, on iron and stone. But an experienced, old leader will always save his flock from this trouble, taking a different direction in advance. Birds also hit the telegraph wires if for some reason they fly low, especially at night and in fog.

Having made a dangerous crossing over the sea plain, the starlings rest all day and always in a certain place, favorite from year to year. One such place I had to see somehow in Odessa, in the spring. This is a house on the corner of Preobrazhenskaya Street and Cathedral Square, opposite the Cathedral Garden. This house was then completely black and as if the whole thing was stirring from the great multitude of starlings who sowed it everywhere: on the roof, on balconies, cornices, window sills, platbands, window canopies and on stucco decorations. And the sagging telegraph and telephone wires were closely riddled with them, like large black rosaries. My God, how many deafening screams, squeaks, whistles, rattles, chirps and all sorts of curl fuss, chatter and quarrels were there. Despite their recent fatigue, they certainly could not sit still for a minute. Every now and then they pushed each other up and down, whirled, flew away and returned again. Only old, experienced, wise starlings sat in important solitude and gravely cleaned their feathers with their beaks. The entire sidewalk along the house turned white, and if an unwary pedestrian happened to gape, then trouble threatened his coat or hat.

The starlings make their flights very quickly, sometimes up to eighty miles per hour. They will arrive at a familiar place early in the evening, feed themselves, take a nap at night, in the morning - even before dawn - a light breakfast, and again on the road, with two or three stops in the middle of the day.

So, we were waiting for the starlings. We fixed the old birdhouses, twisted from the winter winds, hung new ones. We had only two of them three years ago, last year five, and now we have twelve. It was a little annoying that the sparrows imagined that this courtesy was being done for them, and immediately, at the first warmth, the birdhouses occupied. An amazing bird this sparrow, and everywhere it is the same - in the north of Norway and the Azores: nimble, rogue, thief, bully, brawler, gossip and the first insolent. He will spend the whole winter cackling under a jam or in the depths of a thick spruce, eating what he finds on the road, and a little spring - climbs into someone else's nest, which is closer to home - in a birdhouse or a swallow's house. And they will kick him out, he is as if nothing had happened ... Eroshitsya, jumps, glitters with little eyes and shouts to the whole universe: “Alive, alive, alive! Alive, alive, alive! " Please tell me what good news for the world!

Finally on the nineteenth, in the evening (it was still light), someone shouted: "Look - starlings!"

Indeed, they sat high on the branches of poplars and, after the sparrows, seemed unusually large and too black. We began to count them: one, two, five, ten, fifteen ... And next to our neighbors, among the transparent, spring-like trees, these dark motionless lumps easily swayed on flexible branches. That evening, the starlings did not have any noise or fuss. This is always the case when you return home after a long difficult journey. On the road you are in a hurry, in a hurry, you are worried, but when you arrive, all at once you feel like softened from the old fatigue: you are sitting, and you do not want to move.

For two days, the starlings were definitely gaining strength and everyone visited and examined last year's familiar places. And then the eviction of the sparrows began. At the same time, I did not notice especially violent collisions between starlings and sparrows. As a rule, starlings sit high above the birdhouses for two days and, apparently, blithely talk about something among themselves, while they themselves, with one eye, askance, gaze down. It is creepy and difficult for a sparrow. No, no - he will stick his sharp sly nose out of the round hole - and back. Finally, hunger, frivolity, and perhaps timidity make themselves felt. “I'm flying off,” he thinks, “for a minute and now back. Perhaps I will outwit. Maybe they won't notice. " And only has time to fly off a fathom, like a starling stone down and already at home. And now the end of the temporary sparrow economy has come. Starlings guard the nest in turn: one sits - the other flies on business. Sparrows will never think of such a trick: a windy, empty, frivolous bird. And so, with grief, great battles begin between the sparrows, during which down and feathers fly into the air. And the starlings sit high in the trees, and even provoke: “Hey you, black-headed. You won't master that yellow-breasted one for ever and ever. " - "How? To me? Yes, I have him now! " - "Come on, come on ..." And the dump will go. However, in spring all animals and birds and even boys fight much more than in winter.

Year of writing: 1963

Genre: story

Main characters: Pavlik, starlings

Plot

The boy was so seriously ill that he did not attend school for several months. The paramedic did not know what kind of problem the child had with his legs and advised his parents to go to the city to see a doctor. Meanwhile, Pavlik could only lie and look out the window at the starlings flying into the garden.

He loved them very much and could watch them for hours hard work... The father, feeling sorry for his sick son, made a birdhouse and fitted it to a tree. But once strong wind shook the branches so that the birdhouse fell. Then Pavlik could not stand it and, not paying attention to the pain in his legs, ran out to save the testicles in the nest of the starlings. But it was useless - all the eggs broke. The boy was very upset by this, but his mother reassured him, saying that the birds will lay new eggs and will certainly bring out the chicks.

Conclusion (my opinion)

A seriously ill boy understands birds better than people, because they are his only entertainment. He is ready to risk his health to save them. Pavlik has a kind heart and a gentle soul, he wants to be helped too, and he could recover.

The main character of the story is the boy Pavlunya, who had been seriously ill for a long time. The story begins with how my mother does the cleaning and carefully rubs the samovar with sand. The boy has no choice but to watch this process with interest. He wants to touch him, look into his reflection, but, alas, he cannot even get out of his bed.

The boy doesn't have much fun - he has already re-read his ABC book many times. Therefore, the parents decide to rearrange Pavluni's bed to the window so that he can look into it and at least somehow entertain himself. The boy likes to watch the melting icicles and slowly floating clouds.

The local doctor could not make an accurate diagnosis of the disease and prescribe the necessary treatment, but only advised to keep the boy's legs warm and consult a doctor from the area.

Pavlunya received indescribable pleasure and delight when he watched his father diligently build a birdhouse, and then set it up on a high tree. Now the boy spent hours at the window, lying on the bed and watching how at first a pair of birds built a nest, and then waited for the chicks.

The most touching moment in the story was the episode when the birdhouse suddenly falls to the ground and the birds' eggs break. The boy, overcoming his weakness, runs into the street, trying to save the already destroyed nest. The father reassures his son, saying that the starlings will soon build a nest again and hatch their chicks.

The story shows how close people care about each other. Kindness, love, compassion for all living things are the main indicators of a good family. It is on this that the author wants to focus the reader's attention, showing what the right family should be.

Alexander ivanovich kuprin starlings retelling. Alexander Kuprin - starlings

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Picture or drawing Starlings

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