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What is my head thinking?

If you think that I study well, you are mistaken. I study no matter. For some reason, everyone thinks that I am capable, but lazy. I don't know if I'm capable or not. But only I know for sure that I am not lazy. I spend three hours working on problems.

For example, now I’m sitting and trying with all my might to solve a problem. But she doesn’t dare. I tell my mom:

- Mom, I can’t do the problem.

“Don’t be lazy,” says mom. – Think carefully, and everything will work out. Just think carefully!

She leaves on business. And I take my head with both hands and tell her:

- Think, head. Think carefully... “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B...” Head, why don’t you think? Well, head, well, think, please! Well what is it worth to you!

A cloud floats outside the window. It is as light as feathers. There it stopped. No, it floats on.

Head, what are you thinking about?! Aren `t you ashamed!!! “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B...” Lyuska probably left too. She's already walking. If she had approached me first, I would, of course, forgive her. But will she really fit, such a mischief?!

“From point A to point B...” No, it won’t do. On the contrary, when I go out into the yard, she will take Lena’s arm and whisper to her. Then she will say: “Len, come to me, I have something.” They will leave, and then sit on the windowsill and laugh and nibble on seeds.

“Two pedestrians left point A to point B...” And what will I do?.. And then I’ll call Kolya, Petka and Pavlik to play lapta. What will she do?.. Yeah, she’ll put on the record “Three Fat Men.” Yes, so loud that Kolya, Petka and Pavlik will hear and run to ask her to let them listen. They've listened to it a hundred times, but it's not enough for them! And then Lyuska will close the window, and they will all listen to the record there.

“From point A to point... to point...” And then I’ll take it and fire something right at her window. Glass - ding! - and will fly apart. Let him know.

So. I'm already tired of thinking. Think, don’t think – the task will not work. Just an awfully difficult task! I'll take a walk a little and start thinking again.

I closed the book and looked out the window. Lyuska was walking alone in the yard. She jumped into hopscotch. I went out into the yard and sat down on a bench. Lyuska didn’t even look at me.

- Earring! Vitka! – Lyuska immediately screamed. - Let's go play lapta!

The Karmanov brothers looked out the window.

“We have a throat,” both brothers said hoarsely. - They won’t let us in.

- Lena! - Lyuska screamed. - Linen! Come out!

Instead of Lena, her grandmother looked out and shook her finger at Lyuska.

- Pavlik! - Lyuska screamed.

No one appeared at the window.

- Fuck it! – Lyuska pressed herself.

- Girl, why are you yelling?! – someone’s head poked out of the window. – A sick person is not allowed to rest! There is no peace for you! - And his head stuck back into the window.

Lyuska looked at me furtively and blushed like a lobster. She tugged at her pigtail. Then she took the thread off her sleeve. Then she looked at the tree and said:

- Lucy, let's play hopscotch.

“Come on,” I said.

We jumped into hopscotch and I went home to solve my problem.

As soon as I sat down at the table, my mother came:

- Well, how’s the problem?

- Does not work.

“But you’ve been sitting over her for two hours already!” This is just terrible! They give the children some puzzles!.. Well, come on, show your problem! Maybe I can do it? After all, I graduated from college... So... “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B...” Wait, wait, this problem is somehow familiar to me!.. Listen, you and your dad solved it last time! I remember perfectly!

- How? – I was surprised. – Really?.. Oh, really, this is the forty-fifth task, and we were given the forty-sixth.

At this point my mother became terribly angry.

- It's outrageous! - Mom said. - This is unheard of! This mess! Where is your head? What is she thinking about?!

“Greetings from the far north!”

“Let’s highlight prefixes and suffixes in words,” said Vera Evstigneevna. – We will highlight prefixes with wavy lines, and suffixes with straight lines...

I sat and looked at the board. Nearby, Lyuska, looking smart, was writing something in a notebook.

I was bored. Prefixes - suffixes, suffixes - prefixes... A cat meowed outside the window. I wonder why she's meowing? Did they step on her tail, or what?.. Prefixes - suffixes, suffixes - prefixes... Boring!

“Take pencils and underline,” said Vera Evstigneevna.

I took a pencil, looked at Lyuska and, instead of underlining, wrote on the blotter:

Hello, dear Lyudmila Ivanovna!

Lyuska carefully highlighted suffixes and prefixes in her notebook. She has nothing to do! I started writing further.

Your former school friend Lyudmila Semyonovna writes to you from afar. Greetings from the distant North!

Lyuska glanced sideways at my blotter and again began highlighting the attachments.

...How are your children Seryozha and Kostya doing? Your Seryozha is very handsome. And your Kostya is very smart and wonderful. I just fell in love with him at first sight! He's so talented, it's terrifying! He writes books for children because he is a writer. And your son Seryozha is a janitor. Because although he is handsome, he is stupid. He studied poorly and was kicked out of the institute.

Lyuska cast a worried glance at my blotter. Apparently she was worried about what I was writing there?

- So-o-o-o. The whole class is studying, and Sinitsyna, as always, is passionate about other things. Give me what you write here! Faster Faster!

I had already managed to crumple up the blotter, but Vera Evstigneevna’s hand imperiously extended... Vera Evstigneevna took the blotter out of my sweaty palm and unfolded it.

– I wonder what we do in class?

The teacher smoothed out the blotter and, slightly throwing her head back, began to read:

- “Hello, dear, dear Lyudmila Ivanovna!..”

The class became wary.

“By the way, a comma is placed before the address,” Vera Evstigneevna said in an icy voice. - “...Your former school friend Lyudmila Semyonovna is writing to you from afar...”

About my friend and a little about me

Our yard was large. There were a lot of different children walking in our yard - both boys and girls. But most of all I loved Lyuska. She was my friend. She and I lived in neighboring apartments, and at school we sat at the same desk.

My friend Lyuska had straight yellow hair. And she had eyes!.. You probably won’t believe what kind of eyes she had. One eye is green, like grass. And the other one is completely yellow, with brown spots!

And my eyes were kind of gray. Well, just gray, that's all. Completely uninteresting eyes! And my hair was stupid - curly and short. And huge freckles on my nose. And in general, everything with Lyuska was better than with me. Only I was taller.

I was terribly proud of it. I really liked it when people called us “Big Lyuska” and “Little Lyuska” in the yard.

And suddenly Lyuska grew up. And it became unclear which of us is big and which is small.

And then she grew another half head.

Well, that was too much! I was offended by her, and we stopped walking together in the yard. At school I didn’t look in her direction, and she didn’t look in mine, and everyone was very surprised and said: “Between the Lyuskas.” black cat ran through,” and pestered us about why we had quarreled.

After school, I no longer went out into the yard. There was nothing for me to do there.

I wandered around the house and found no place for myself. To make things less boring, I secretly watched from behind the curtain as Lyuska played rounders with Pavlik, Petka and the Karmanov brothers.

At lunch and dinner I now asked for more. I choked and ate everything... Every day I pressed the back of my head against the wall and marked my height on it with a red pencil. But strange thing! It turned out that not only was I not growing, but on the contrary, I had shrunk by almost two millimeters!

And then summer came, and I went to a pioneer camp.

In the camp, I kept remembering Lyuska and missing her.

And I wrote her a letter.

Hello, Lucy!

How are you? I'm doing well. We have a lot of fun at camp. The Vorya river flows next to us. There is water in it blue-blue! And there are shells on the shore. I found a very beautiful shell for you. It is round and with stripes. You'll probably find it useful. Lucy, if you want, let's be friends again. Let them now call you big and me small. I still agree. Please write me the answer.

Pioneer greetings!

Lyusya Sinitsyna.

I waited a whole week for an answer. I kept thinking: what if she doesn’t write to me! What if she never wants to be friends with me again!.. And when a letter finally arrived from Lyuska, I was so happy that my hands even shook a little.

The letter said this:

Hello, Lucy!

Thank you, I'm doing well! Yesterday my mother bought me wonderful slippers with white piping. I also have a new big ball, you'll really get pumped! Come quickly, otherwise Pavlik and Petka are such fools, it’s no fun to be with them! Be careful not to lose the shell.

With pioneer salute! Lyusya Kositsyna.

That day I carried Lyuska’s blue envelope with me until the evening.

I told everyone what a wonderful friend I have in Moscow, Lyuska.

And when I returned from the camp, Lyuska and my parents met me at the station. She and I rushed to hug... And then it turned out that I had outgrown Lyuska by a whole head.

"Secrets"

Do you know how to make secrets?

If you don't know how, I'll teach you.

Take a clean piece of glass and dig a hole in the ground. Put a candy wrapper in the hole, and on the candy wrapper - everything that you have that is beautiful.

You can put a stone, a fragment from a plate, a bead, a bird feather, a ball (can be glass, can be metal).

You can use an acorn or an acorn cap.

You can use a multi-colored shred.

You can have a flower, a leaf, or even just grass.

Maybe real candy.

You can have elderberry, dry beetle.

You can even use an eraser if it’s pretty.

Yes, you can also add a button if it’s shiny.

Here you go. Did you put it in?

Now cover it all with glass and cover it with earth. And then slowly clear away the soil with your finger and look into the hole... You know how beautiful it will be!

I made a secret, remembered the place and left.

The next day my “secret” was gone. Someone dug it up. Some kind of hooligan.

I made a “secret” in another place.

And they dug it up again!

Then I decided to track down who was involved in this matter... And of course, this person turned out to be Pavlik Ivanov, who else?!

Then I made a “secret” again and put a note in it: “Pavlik Ivanov, you are a fool and a hooligan.”

An hour later the note was gone. Pavlik did not look me in the eye.

- Well, did you read it? — I asked Pavlik.

“I haven’t read anything,” said Pavlik. - You yourself are a fool.

“We laughed - hee hee”

I've been waiting for this morning for a long time.

Nice morning, come quickly! Please, whatever it costs you, come quickly! Let this day and this night end soon! Tomorrow I’ll get up early, have a quick breakfast, and then call Kolya and we’ll go to the skating rink. We agreed so.

I couldn't sleep at night. I lay in bed and imagined how Kolya and I, holding hands, were running around the skating rink, how the music was playing, and the sky above us blue-blue, and the ice shines, and rare fluffy snowflakes fall...

Lord, I wish this night would pass quickly!

It was dark in the windows. I closed my eyes, and suddenly the deafening ringing of the alarm clock pierced both my ears, my eyes, my whole body, as if a thousand ringing, piercing awls were simultaneously stuck into me. I jumped up on the bed and rubbed my eyes...

It was morning. The blinding sun was shining. The sky was blue, just what I dreamed of yesterday!

Rare snowflakes swirled and flew into the room. The wind quietly fluttered the curtains, and in the sky, across its entire width, a thin white stripe floated.

It kept getting longer and longer... Its end blurred and became like a long cirrus cloud. Everything around was blue and quiet. I had to hurry: make the bed, have breakfast, call Kolya, but I couldn’t budge. This blue morning has enchanted me.

I stood barefoot on the floor, looked at the thin airplane strip and whispered:

- What a blue sky... Blue, blue sky... What a blue sky... And white snow is falling...

I whispered and whispered, and suddenly it turned out as if I was whispering poetry:

What a blue sky

And the snow falls...

What is this? It looks an awful lot like the beginning of a poem! Do I really know how to write poetry?

What a blue sky

And the snow falls

Let's go with Kolya Lykov

Today we're going to the skating rink.

Hooray! I write poetry! Real! First time in life! I grabbed my slippers, put on my robe inside out, rushed to the table and began quickly scribbling on paper:

What a blue sky

And the snow falls

Let's go with Kolya Lykov

Today we're going to the skating rink.

And the music thundered

And we both rushed,

And they held hands...

And it was good!

Tzy-yn! — the telephone in the hallway suddenly rang.

I rushed into the corridor. Surely Kolya called.

- Is this Zina? - an angry male bass sounded.

- Which Zina? — I was confused.

- Zina, I say! Who's on the phone?

- L-Lucy...

- Lucy, give me Zina!

- There are no such people here...

- So how can it not? Is this TWO THREE ONE TWO TWO ZERO EIGHT?

- N-no...

- Why are you fooling me, young lady?!

The phone rang with angry beeps.

I returned to the room. My mood was slightly spoiled, but I picked up a pencil and everything became fine again!

And the ice sparkled beneath us,

We laughed - hee hee...

Ding! — the phone rang again.

I jumped as if stung. I’ll tell Kolya that I can’t go to the skating rink right now, I’m very busy. important matter. Let him wait.

- Hello, Kolya, is that you?

- I! - the male bass was delighted. - Finally got through! Zina, give me Sidor Ivanovich!

“I’m not Zina, and there are no Sidorov Ivanovichs here.”

- Ugh, damn it! - the bass said irritably. - Again in kindergarten got it!

- Lyusenka, who is this calling? - Mom’s sleepy voice was heard from the room.

- It's not us. Some Sidor Ivanovich...

“Even on Sunday they won’t let you sleep peacefully!”

- Go back to sleep, don’t get up. I'll have breakfast myself.

“Okay, daughter,” said mom.

I was happy. I wanted to be alone now, completely alone, so that no one would bother me to write poetry!

Mom is sleeping, dad is on a business trip. I’ll put the kettle on and continue composing.

A hoarse stream flowed noisily from the tap, and I was holding a red kettle under it...

And the ice sparkled beneath us,

We laughed - hee hee,

And we ran across the ice,

Agile and light.

Hooray! Amazing! “We laughed - hee hee!” That’s what I’ll call this poem!

I slammed the kettle onto the hot stove. He hissed because he was all wet.

What a blue sky!

And the snow falls!!

Let's go with Kolya Lykov!!!

“I’ll fall asleep with you,” my mother said, buttoning up her quilted robe at the door. - Why did you shout to the whole apartment?

Tzu-yn! — the phone crackled again.

I grabbed the phone.

- There are no Sidorov Ivanychevs here!!! Semyon Petrovich, Lydia Sergeevna and Lyudmila Semyonovna live here!

- Why are you yelling, have you gone crazy or something? — I heard Lyuska’s surprised voice. - The weather is good today, will you go to the skating rink?

- No way! I AM VERY BUSY! I'M DOING A TERRIBLY IMPORTANT WORK!

- Which? - Lyuska asked immediately.

- I can’t say yet. Secret.

“Well, okay,” said Lyuska. - And don’t imagine, please! I'll go without you!

Let him go!!

Let everyone go!!!

Let them skate, but I have no time to waste time on such trifles! They will skate there at the skating rink, and the morning will pass as if it never happened. And I’ll write poetry, and everything will remain. Forever. Blue morning! White snow! Music at the skating rink!

And the music thundered

And we both rushed,

And they held hands

And it was good!

- Listen, why are you flushed? - said mom. - You don't have a fever, by any chance?

- No, mommy, no! I write poetry!

- Poetry?! - Mom was surprised. - What were you making up? Come on, read it!

- Here, listen...

I stood in the middle of the kitchen and with expression read my own wonderful, completely real poems to my mother.

What a blue sky

And the snow falls

Let's go with Kolya Lykov

Today we're going to the skating rink.

And the music thundered

And we both rushed,

And they held hands

And it was good!

And the ice sparkled beneath us,

We laughed - hee hee,

And we ran across the ice,

Agile and light!

- Amazing! - Mom exclaimed. — Did she really compose it herself?

- Herself! Honestly! Don't you believe it?..

- Yes, I believe, I believe... A brilliant essay, straight from Pushkin!.. Listen, by the way, I think I just saw Kolya through the window. Could he and Lyusya Kositsina go to the skating rink, did they seem to have skates with them?

Cocoa rose in my throat. I choked and coughed.

- What happened to you? - Mom was surprised. - Let me pat you on the back.

- Don't slap me. I'm already full, I don't want more.

And I pushed away the unfinished glass.

In my room, I grabbed a pencil, crossed out a sheet of poetry from top to bottom with a thick line, and tore a new sheet out of the notebook.

This is what I wrote on it:

What a gray sky

And the snow doesn't fall at all,

And we didn’t go with any

stupid Lykov

Not to any skating rink!

And the sun didn't shine

And the music didn't play

And we didn't hold hands

What else was missing!

I was angry, the pencil was breaking in my hands... And then the phone rang in the hallway again.

Well, why do they keep distracting me all the time? The whole morning they call and call, they don’t allow a person to write poetry in peace!

From somewhere far away I heard Colin's voice:

— Sinitsyna, are you going to go see “Sword and Dagger”, Kositsyna and I got a ticket for you?

- What other “Sword and Dagger”? You went to the skating rink!

- Where did you get the idea? Kositsyna said that you are busy and won’t go to the skating rink, then we decided to take movie tickets for twelve forty.

- So you went to the cinema?!

- I've told...

- And they took a ticket for me?

- Yeah. Will you go?

- Of course I’ll go! - I screamed. - Certainly! Still would!

- Then come quickly. It starts in fifteen minutes.

- Yes, I will instantly! Be sure to wait for me! Kolya, do you hear me, wait for me, I’ll just rewrite the poem and rush over. You see, I wrote poems, real ones... Now I’ll come and read them to you, okay?.. Hello Lyuska!

Like a panther, I rushed to the table, tore out another sheet of paper from the notebook and, worried, began to rewrite the entire poem again:

What a blue sky

And the snow falls.

Let's go with Lyuska,

Today we're going to the skating rink.

And the music thundered

And the three of us rushed,

And they held hands

And it was good!

And the ice sparkled beneath us,

We laughed - hee hee,

And we ran across the ice,

Agile and light!

I made a point, hastily folded the piece of paper in four, put it in my pocket and rushed to the cinema.

I was running down the street.

The sky above me was blue!

A light sparkling snow was falling!

Sun was shining!

Happy music was coming from the skating rink, from the loudspeakers!

And I ran, rolled on the ice, bounced along the road and laughed loudly:

- Hee hee! Hee hee! Hee hee hee!

Birthday

Yesterday I had a birthday.

Lyuska came first. She gave me the book “Alitet Goes to the Mountains.” On the book she wrote:

Dear friend Lucy

Sinitsina from her friend Lucy

Kositsyna

I still haven’t learned to write correctly! I immediately corrected the mistake with a red pencil. It turned out like this:

Dear friend Lucy

Sinitsina from her friend Lucy

Kositsyna

Then the Karmanov brothers came. They took a long time to pull the gift out of the bag. The gift was wrapped in paper. I thought it was chocolate. But it also turned out to be a book. It was called “The Deck Smells Like Forest.”

While the brothers were sitting down at the table, Lena arrived. She held her hands behind her back and immediately screamed:

- Guess what I brought you!

My heart jumped.

What if - new skates?! But I restrained myself and said:

- Probably a book?

“Well done, you guessed right,” said Lena.

The third book was called “How to embroider with satin stitch.”

- Why did you decide that I want to embroider with satin stitch? — I asked Lena.

But then my mother looked at me so much that I immediately said:

- Thanks Lena. Very good book!

And we sat down at the table. I was in a bad mood.

Suddenly the doorbell rang again. I rushed to open it. Our entire team was standing on the threshold: Sima, Yurka Seliverstov, Valka, and, most importantly, Kolya Lykov! Pushing and laughing, they entered the hallway. The last to enter was Yurka Seliverstov. He was dragging something very large, very heavy, all wrapped in paper and tied with ropes. I was even scared. Are there really so many books at once? There's a whole library right there!

Kolya waved his hand, and they all shouted at once:

- Happy Birthday to You!

Then they rushed to untie the ropes and remove the paper. It turned out to be... a chair.

“Here’s a chair for you,” said Kolya, “from our entire third unit.” Sit on it to your health!

“Thank you very much,” I said. - Very nice chair!

Then my parents came out into the hallway.

- Why did you bring this colossus? - Mom was surprised. - After all, we have something to sit on!

“This is a gift,” everyone began to explain vying with each other. — This is what we give to Lucy for her birthday.

- What a cute little chair! - Mom exclaimed. - How touching! We were just one chair short!

- Why are you standing there? - Dad shouted. - Come on, bring your chair to our table!

And we all dragged the chair into the room. We placed it in the middle of the room and everyone took turns sitting on it. It was very soft and comfortable.

“You see, at first we decided to buy you skates and boots,” Kolya explained. - And so we went to the Sporting Goods store. And on the way we came across a Furniture store. And there is this chair in the window. We all really liked him right away! And then we thought - you won’t start skating until you’re a hundred years old! And you can sit on a chair for the rest of your life! Imagine, you will be a hundred years old, and you will sit on this chair and remember our entire third link!

- What if I only live to be ninety? - I asked.

But then mom brought in hot pies and ordered us all to sit down at the table.

First we ate salad. Then jellied meat with horseradish. Then pies with cabbage.

And then we drank tea. For tea we were given a pie with jam and a Leningrad cake.

There were also candies “Stratosphere”, “Summer”, “ Autumn garden" and caramel "Vzlyotnaya".

And then we sang songs and played hide and seek, and forfeits, and flowers, “hot” and “cold”. And my dad laid out the newspaper, stood on my chair and, like a little boy, read poems about the cockerel:

Cockerel, cockerel,

golden comb,

Why do you get up so early?

Don't you let the kids sleep?

And the Karmanov brothers crowed, and Kolya Lykov showed gymnastics, and my mother showed everyone my new books. And I sat on my chair and slowly stroked him. I really liked him! So brown and smooth... It was on display. This means that it is the best of all chairs!

And then the birthday was over. Everyone left, and I began to go to bed.

I pulled a chair next to the bed and carefully laid out my things on it. How wonderful it is to have your own chair!

And then I fell asleep.

I dreamed that I was already a grandmother. And I'm a hundred years old. And I sit on my chair and remember our entire third link.

WHAT IS MY HEAD THINKING?

Stories by Lucy Sinitsyna,

third grade students

Drawings by E. Popkova Foreword by L. Yakhnin

STORIES

ABOUT MY FRIEND AND A LITTLE ABOUT ME

I was terribly proud of it. I really liked it when people called us “Big Lyuska” and “Little Lyuska” in the yard.

And suddenly Lyuska grew up. And it became unclear which of us is big and which is small.

And then she grew another half head.

Well, that was too much! I was offended by her, and we stopped walking together in the yard. At school, I didn’t look in her direction, and she didn’t look in mine, and everyone was very surprised and said: “A black cat ran between the Lyuskas,” and pestered us about why we had quarreled.

After school, I no longer went out into the yard. There was nothing for me to do there.

At lunch and dinner I now asked for more. I choked and ate everything... Every day I pressed the back of my head against the wall and marked my height on it with a red pencil. But strange thing! It turned out that not only was I not growing, but, on the contrary, I had even decreased by almost two millimeters!

And then summer came, and I went to a pioneer camp.

In the camp, I kept remembering Lyuska and missing her.

And I wrote her a letter.

Hello, Lucy!

How are you? I'm doing well. We have a lot of fun at camp. The Vorya river flows next to us. The water there is blue-blue! And there are shells on the shore. I found a very beautiful shell for you. It is round and with stripes. You'll probably find it useful. Lucy, if you want, let's be friends again. Let them now call you big and me small. I still agree. Please write me the answer.

Pioneer greetings!

Lyusya Sinitsyna

The letter said this:

Hello, Lucy!

Thank you, I'm doing well. Yesterday my mother bought me wonderful slippers with white piping. I also have a new big ball, you'll really get pumped! Come quickly, otherwise Pavlik and Petka are such fools, it’s no fun to be with them! Be careful not to lose the shell.

With pioneer salute!

Lyusya Kositsyna

That day I carried Lyuska’s blue envelope with me until the evening. I told everyone what a wonderful friend I have in Moscow, Lyuska.

And when I returned from the camp, Lyuska and my parents met me at the station. She and I rushed to hug... And then it turned out that I had outgrown Lyuska by a whole head.

"SECRETICS"

Do you know how to make secrets?

If you don't know how, I'll teach you.

Take a clean piece of glass and dig a hole in the ground. Place a candy wrapper in the hole, and on the candy wrapper - everything that is beautiful.

You can put a stone

fragment of a plate,

bird feather,

ball (can be glass, can be metal).

You can use an acorn or an acorn cap.

You can use a multi-colored shred.

You can have a flower, a leaf, or even just grass.

Maybe real candy.

You can have elderberry, dry beetle.

You can even use an eraser if it’s pretty.

Yes, you can also add a button if it’s shiny.

Here you go. Did you put it in?

Now cover it all with glass and cover it with earth. And then slowly clear away the soil with your finger and look into the hole... You know how beautiful it will be! I made a “secret”, remembered the place and

Irina Mikhailovna Pivovarova (1939-1986) is one of the most joyful names in children's literature of the 1970-1980s. Her poems are light and bright, her stories and tales are lively, funny, full of important details of home, yard and school life. Age of its readers: from 7 years (for family reading) or from 10 years (for independent reading).

The writer's stories are included in the author's program "Thoughtful reading" for 3rd grade and are presented in the section “We all come from childhood...” teaching aid "Reading portfolio for 3rd grade".

Storybook “What is my head thinking about: stories by Lucy Sinitsyna, a third grade student”- this is a real book for family reading! At the mere memory of this book, people immediately begin to smile. And many people remember and love her.

Funny stories and tales about third-grader Lyusa Sinitsina and her friends will captivate both children and adults. These are stories about childhood, friendship, school everyday life and summer holidays, experiences, dreams, little adventures, things that concern little schoolchildren.

The girl Lucy - an inventor and a prankster - constantly gets into different troubles. But she never loses heart and finds a way out of any situation. True, this decision is not always the right one, which is why Lucy often gets it from her parents and classmates.

In the stories of Lucy Sinitsyna, a third-grade student at a Moscow school, everything is mixed: joy and sadness, love and frustration... Today in class there is an essay, tomorrow collecting scrap metal (and an explanation to the police); in the sixth entrance there is a new boy, polite and strange.

Stories by Lucy Sinitsyna,
third grade students

Lyuska Kositsyna, best friend, may suddenly become a sneak and a traitor. Nobody understands you, everyone laughs at your essay, the teacher wants to expel you from school, and in general...

But then, for some reason, everything ends well, and friends still won’t give offense, and even mom comes to terms with the fact that a dog of an unknown but valuable breed will live in the house.

It seems nothing special. You read, laugh at the inventions and adventures of two girls, and suddenly you begin to remember: we also made “secrets” in the ground, covering them with glass. We, just like Lyusya Sinitsyna and Lyusya Kositsyna, climbed out through the attic onto the hot roof. True, there was no need to descend from the window using a rope, but Sinitsyna was able to do it.

Each of us was such a third grader. Reading her stories, you remember yourself and your school joys. When reading, first you smile, then you start giggling, and then you can’t stop laughing.

Irina Pivovarova’s stories are light, like joyful moments of childhood, tender, transparent and rainbow-colored, like pieces of kaleidoscope glass. They are filled with drops of joy, a little sadness, and sparkles of laughter.

Stories by Lucy Sinitsyna, a third grade student

D The young writer Leonid Yakhnin wrote about her work to I. M. Pivovarova:“Irina Pivovarova, a writer of amazing, magical talent. Reading her books, I keep asking myself: how does she manage to turn our daily life into a fascinating fairy tale?

Lucky little Lyusa Sinitsyna and her friend, Lyusa Kositsyna. The wonderful writer Irina Pivovarova decided to tell their life. She, like a sorceress, not only wrote books, but seemed to create her poems and stories from the air, sunlight, summer greenery, weightless winter snowflakes and the twinkling of night stars. Here's how she herself talked about it in one poem:

I'm a magic wand
I'll spend it quietly
White and clean
A sheet of paper.
And they will bloom on the leaf
Magic flowers.
Nowhere, nowhere in the world
You won't meet anyone like that.
I take the wand again
Magic, and here we go
Magic city with towers
Gets up purple
And wizards live in it
In raincoats and boots.
Quietly the bells
The hubcaps are ringing.

First, I read the entire book in one gulp, without stopping. Laughed. I was sad. I was surprised. Worried. I was happy. He frowned. I was upset. And I felt happy... And I kept wondering how Irina Pivovarova managed to captivate me, an adult, even a gray-haired man, with the life and adventures of little girls?

How did I imagine two girl friends? And listen to their conversation. One or two words, phrase after phrase - and suddenly not only characters, but also appearance miraculously appear. Sticking braids or a tousled mane of hair, a cocky nose, obstinately knitted short eyebrows and clean, wide open eyes a naive and sincere person.

Here are both Lucies, one of whom is learning to play the violin, and the other the piano, arguing which instrument is better. They argue heatedly, childishly and at the same time slyly:

The violin is small, you can hang it on the wall. Try hanging a piano on the wall!
- But you can do lessons on the piano.
- But on the violin you can pull the strings!
- But on the piano you can play like a daughter-mother!
- But you can swing a violin!
- But you can crack nuts on the piano!
“But you can drive away flies with a violin!”

Pivovarova herself reveals the secret of her creativity in the story “Secrets”. She creates art from everything that surrounds each of us, from the simplest things and events. You can take: “...a stone, a fragment of a plate, a bead, a bird feather, a ball (can be glass, can be metal). You can use an acorn or an acorn cap. You can have a flower, a leaf, or even just grass. Maybe real candy. You can have elderberry, dry beetle. You can even use an eraser if it’s pretty. Yes, you can also have a button if it’s shiny.”

Simple, right? It seems that the words in Irina Pivovarova’s stories come together by themselves. In fact, it is a virtuoso writing skill, multiplied by talent and a sense of words, the keen vision of an artist...”

Stories by Lucy Sinitsyna, a third grade student

Illustrations: Ekaterina Muratova, Anatoly Itkin.

Irina Mikhailovna Pivovarova

Stories by Lucy Sinitsyna (collection)

Stories by Lucy Sinitsina