Kolobok 2

Excuse me... That is, sorry already, All...! === Cut === Kolobok - Did you get the tickets? - They took it, Alevtina Vasilievna, don’t worry. - And the keys? Don’t even think about ringing the doorbell, you’ll wake Alyosha up. - Mom, this is the fifth time you’ve asked! - Serezhenka, put on your hat, it’s cold outside... Traditional fees were slowly but surely approaching their logical conclusion. Anya studied the contents intently her own purse, trying to determine if she left it at home something really necessary, Sergei stomped uncertainly at the door. Finally, the front door slammed behind them and Alevtina Vasilievna, sighing with relief, headed to room. - Grandma, will dad and mom be back soon? - Because of the lurking behind the bedroom doors the curtains gleamed warily with curious the eyes of six-year-old Alyosha. - Who gave you permission to get up? Well, go to bed! Like all grandmothers who managed to reach their sixties years to raise their own children, and now, finally, they have waited grandchildren, Alevtina Vasilyevna doted on this restless and naughty boy, but rightly believed that The educational process should take place in conditions of moderate rigor. “Dad and mom went to the theater,” she explained, softening, “and It's time for you to sleep. Do you want me to tell you a fairy tale? Provided you don'tYou'll be a mess. - Want! - Alyosha exclaimed, and, diving under the blanket, became silent, trying with all our might not to act disgracefully and, just in case, not even move. Alevtina Vasilyevna fell silent for a moment, getting ready with thoughts, and finally began: - A very, very long time ago, in the distant kingdom, in the thirtieth state... - ...star wars! - Alyosha finished for her, and, jumping on legs, joyfully performed a jig on the crumpled bed. - What other “wars”? - Alevtina asked dumbfoundedly Vasilyevna, out of amazement, did not pay attention to that blatant the fact that the grandson, contrary to this promise, not only began mischief, but delved into this fascinating activity with everything with the enthusiasm characteristic of youth. - Starry! - Alyosha explained. - Only there about the galaxy it was. A long time ago, in a distant galaxy... - Okay, let there be “stars”. March under the blanket! Alexey Sergeevich obediently took a horizontal position, covered himself almost completely and clapped expectantly at his grandmother huge blue eyes. - So, a long time ago, in one distant galaxy, they lived in in a small hut an old man and an old woman... Alyosha listened intently, and Alevtina Vasilievna, hopeful this unexpected attention, she continued with inspiration, without expecting anything the slightest catch: - ...and then one day the old man asks: bake for me, grandma,kolobok The old woman scraped the box, swept the barn, collected two handfuls of flour, baked a bun and put it on the windowsill cool down. The bun got tired of lying there, so it rolled off the windowsill onto the bench, from the bench to the floor, and from there to the doors... - Did you take the keys from the wall? - Alyosha asked innocently. - Why is this still necessary? - Alevtina Vasilievna was amazed. - What if you have to open some door next? back then come back! - The kid objected reasonably, glancing sideways at the computer standing nearby. - In such cases The keys are specially hung on the wall. - What are you talking about, Leshenka, this is a fairy tale! - I tried to object grandmother, but Alyosha was adamant: - I myself know that the fairy tale is not small. But you need to take the keys. That's how it's supposed to be. - And, somersaulting over his head, he pulled on head pillow. - Okay, I took the keys from the wall and found myself on the street. - Grandma gave up. -The bun is rolling along the path, and towards it... - ...monster! - Alyosha squealed joyfully, jumped, and depicting with his hands something between a fire hose and with a Kalashnikov assault rifle, fired a long queue. - No, it was just a hare... - It seems Alevtina Vasilievna was somewhat taken aback by such a violent manifestation delight when meeting a monster. All her life experienceclearly said that children should be afraid of monsters. - Hare - not interesting. - Alyosha summarized and climbed back up under the blanket. - So... - the storyteller continued, - the hare for him and says: “Kolobok, Kolobok, I’ll eat you!” And the bun answers: “Don’t eat me, scythe, I’d rather sing you a song.” The hare hung ears and the bun began to sing: “I am the bun, ruddy side, scraping along the box, there is metal in the barn; I left my grandmother, I left my grandfather, and I'll leave you, hare!" He sang this song and rolled on, only the hare saw him... - Stop! - Alyosha intervened again. - And the hare doesn’t give him anything for it gave? Well, some kind of cassette, a master key, or, for example, body armor? - No... - Grandma was confused. - It doesn’t happen like that! - Alyosha stated confidently. - I should have given it. He probably sang him the wrong song. - No, it seems that... - Then where is the bulletproof vest?.. - Alyosha made a pitiful grimace and Tears of righteous resentment sparkled in his eyes. One look at this picture was enough to understand: if this second there will be bulletproof vests, there will be hysteria. - Okay, okay, I just forgot. - She waved conciliatoryly with the hands of Alevtina Vasilievna. - The hare gave the bun a bulletproof vest and he rolled on... Hmm... In a bulletproof vest... The tears evaporated without a trace and, anticipating furtheradventures, Alyosha rubbed his hands contentedly, not at all embarrassed the obvious inconvenience of the kolobok’s chosen method of movement in a newly purchased wardrobe item. - The bun is rolling along path, and towards him a gray wolf... - I know! - Alyosha exclaimed, his eyes sparkling, out of impatience. jumping up and down. - We need a wolf with a rocket launcher! - Where did the little guy get the rocket launcher? - Grandma was confused again, slightly amazed at the obvious bloodthirstiness of his beloved grandson. - We had to look in the bushes. - Alyosha advised. - There either a rocket launcher or a grenade launcher, I know for sure! - No, Leshenka, the bun sang a song to the wolf, and... -...the wolf ate him. - Alyosha prompted in confusion. - Grandma, The same feature does not work for different units, I checked. Not If you believe me, ask your dad! I told you, we need it with a rocket launcher! All signs clearly indicated that the child ready to cry again. And Alevtina Vasilievna loved this child. - Okay, Leshenka, lie down under the blanket. So, the bun shied away at the wolf with a rocket launcher, rolls along the path further, and towards him a bear... - The rocket launcher will not work on a bear. - Warned from under blankets Alyosha. - And what should we do then? - I was confused Alevtina Vasilievna, frantically turning over possible options. Nothing came to mind except the notorious song.- You need to come closer and wait until the bear wants eat you,” Alyosha babbled with the air of an inveterate connoisseur, “he bites with his teeth, and you quickly take off your bulletproof vest, and he takes it off eats, and at this time you run away, and he chokes body armor and that's it. We can move on. From such resourcefulness, Alevtina Vasilievna for a moment I was speechless. - Well? - Alyosha said demandingly. - Uh... Kolobok did everything as you said and the bear choked on his bulletproof vest. The bun rolls along the path and hits to a forest clearing... - Alevtina Vasilievna continued carefully, glancing cautiously at the quiet grandson under the blanket. - He gets there to the clearing, and there... - ...moving to the next level? - Alyosha yawned. - Yes, grandma? - Yes, Leshenka. Sleep. I'll tell you about the next level tomorrow, okay? The child nodded silently and snored peacefully. Somewhere in the distance the muffled jingle of keys was heard. Closing the door behind her, Alevtina Vasilievna went out into the corridor, and, waiting for the relatives to enter the apartment, put a warning finger to her lips, pointing with her eyes side of the bedroom. - How was the performance? - She asked in a low voice, accepting from the hands of the daughter, a fur coat soaked from the melted snow. - Great, mom! -Anna responded in an enthusiastic whisper. - Can you imagine?Othello killed Desdemona... - ...with a rocket launcher? - I guessed wearily Alevtina Vasilievna. - Mother! Did you turn on Serezha's computer? - With genuine Anya exclaimed with alarm in her voice, completely forgetting about child sleeping behind the wall. Alevtina Vasilievna rewarded her daughter with a meaningful look proudly straightened her shoulders and went to the kitchen to set the table. (C) Copyright Valentin Kholmogorov, 2002 === Cut === Wow! 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