Victor Golyavkin in the closet is the main idea. Golyavkin's stories. Read. Victor Golyavkin. I don't want to walk all the time

Before class, I climbed into the closet. I wanted to meow from the closet. They'll think it's a cat, but it's me.

I was sitting in the closet, waiting for the lesson to start, and didn’t notice how I fell asleep.

I wake up - the class is quiet. I look through the crack - there is no one. I pushed the door, but it was closed. So, I slept through the entire lesson. Everyone went home, and they locked me in the closet.

It's stuffy in the closet and dark as night. I got scared, I started screaming:

Uh-uh! I'm in the closet! Help!

I listened - silence all around.

ABOUT! Comrades! I'm sitting in the closet!

I hear someone's steps. Someone is coming.

Who's bawling here?

I immediately recognized Aunt Nyusha, the cleaning lady.

I was delighted and shouted:

Aunt Nyusha, I'm here!

Where are you, dear?

I'm in the closet! In the closet!

How did you, my dear, get there?

I'm in the closet, grandma!

So I hear that you are in the closet. So what do you want?

I was locked in a closet. Oh, grandma!

Aunt Nyusha left. Silence again. She probably went to get the key.

Pal Palych knocked on the cabinet with his finger.

There’s no one there,” said Pal Palych.

Why not? “Yes,” said Aunt Nyusha.

Well, where is he? - said Pal Palych and knocked on the closet again.

I was afraid that everyone would leave and I would remain in the closet, and I shouted with all my might:

I'm here!

Who are you? - asked Pal Palych.

I... Tsypkin...

Why did you go there, Tsypkin?

I was locked... I didn't get in...

Hm... He's locked up! But he didn’t get in! Have you seen it? What wizards there are in our school! They don't get into the closet when they are locked in the closet. Miracles don’t happen, do you hear, Tsypkin?

How long have you been sitting there? - asked Pal Palych.

Don't know…

Find the key,” said Pal Palych. - Fast.

Aunt Nyusha went to get the key, but Pal Palych stayed behind. He sat down on a chair nearby and began to wait. I saw his face through the crack. He was very angry. He lit a cigarette and said:

Well! This is what pranks can lead to! Tell me honestly: why are you in the closet?

I really wanted to disappear from the closet. They open the closet, and I’m not there. It was as if I had never been there. They will ask me: “Were you in the closet?” I will say: “I wasn’t.” They will say to me: “Who was there?” I will say: “I don’t know.”

But this only happens in fairy tales! Surely tomorrow they will call mom... Your son, they will say, climbed into the closet, slept through all the lessons there, and all that... As if it’s comfortable for me to sleep here! My legs ache, my back hurts. One torment! What was my answer?

I was silent.

Are you alive there? - asked Pal Palych.

Well, sit tight, they'll open soon...

I am sitting…

So... - said Pal Palych. - So will you answer me why you climbed into this closet?

Who? Tsypkin? In the closet? Why?

I wanted to disappear again.

The director asked:

Tsypkin, is that you?

I sighed heavily. I simply couldn't answer anymore.

Aunt Nyusha said:

The class leader took the key away.

“Break down the door,” said the director.

I felt the door being broken down, the closet shook, and I hit my forehead painfully. I was afraid that the cabinet would fall, and I cried. I pressed my hands against the walls of the closet, and when the door gave way and opened, I continued to stand in the same way.

Well, come out,” said the director. - And explain to us what that means.

I didn't move. I was scared.

Why is he standing? - asked the director.

I was pulled out of the closet.

I was silent the whole time.

I didn't know what to say.

I just wanted to meow. But how would I say this...

Before class, I climbed into the closet. I wanted to meow from the closet. They'll think it's a cat, but it's me.

I was sitting in the closet, waiting for the lesson to start, and didn’t notice how I fell asleep.

I wake up - the class is quiet. I look through the crack - there is no one. I pushed the door, but it was closed. So, I slept through the entire lesson. Everyone went home, and they locked me in the closet.

It's stuffy in the closet and dark as night. I got scared, I started screaming:

Uh-uh! I'm in the closet! Help!

I listened - silence all around.

ABOUT! Comrades! I'm sitting in the closet!

I hear someone's steps. Someone is coming.

Who's bawling here?

I immediately recognized Aunt Nyusha, the cleaning lady.

I was delighted and shouted:

Aunt Nyusha, I'm here!

Where are you, dear?

I'm in the closet! In the closet!

How did you, my dear, get there?

I'm in the closet, grandma!

So I hear that you are in the closet. So what do you want?

I was locked in a closet. Oh, grandma!

Aunt Nyusha left. Silence again. She probably went to get the key.

Pal Palych knocked on the cabinet with his finger.

There’s no one there,” said Pal Palych.

Why not? “Yes,” said Aunt Nyusha.

Well, where is he? - said Pal Palych and knocked on the closet again.

I was afraid that everyone would leave and I would remain in the closet, and I shouted with all my might:

I'm here!

Who are you? - asked Pal Palych.

I... Tsypkin...

Why did you go there, Tsypkin?

I was locked... I didn't get in...

Hm... He's locked up! But he didn’t get in! Have you seen it? What wizards there are in our school! They don't get into the closet when they are locked in the closet. Miracles don’t happen, do you hear, Tsypkin?

How long have you been sitting there? - asked Pal Palych.

Don't know…

Find the key,” said Pal Palych. - Fast.

Aunt Nyusha went to get the key, but Pal Palych stayed behind. He sat down on a chair nearby and began to wait. I saw his face through the crack. He was very angry. He lit a cigarette and said:

Well! This is what pranks can lead to! Tell me honestly: why are you in the closet?

I really wanted to disappear from the closet. They open the closet, and I’m not there. It was as if I had never been there. They will ask me: “Were you in the closet?” I will say: “I wasn’t.” They will say to me: “Who was there?” I will say: “I don’t know.”

But this only happens in fairy tales! Surely tomorrow they will call mom... Your son, they will say, climbed into the closet, slept through all the lessons there, and all that... As if it’s comfortable for me to sleep here! My legs ache, my back hurts. One torment! What was my answer?

I was silent.

Are you alive there? - asked Pal Palych.

Well, sit tight, they'll open soon...

I am sitting…

So... - said Pal Palych. - So will you answer me why you climbed into this closet?

Who? Tsypkin? In the closet? Why?

I wanted to disappear again.

The director asked:

Tsypkin, is that you?

I sighed heavily. I simply couldn't answer anymore.

Aunt Nyusha said:

The class leader took the key away.

“Break down the door,” said the director.

I felt the door being broken down, the closet shook, and I hit my forehead painfully. I was afraid that the cabinet would fall, and I cried. I pressed my hands against the walls of the closet, and when the door gave way and opened, I continued to stand in the same way.

Well, come out,” said the director. - And explain to us what that means.

I didn't move. I was scared.

Why is he standing? - asked the director.

Victor Golyavkin's stories are funny and interesting stories from the lives of children that happened to them at school and at home.

Stories for reading in elementary school.

Victor Golyavkin. I don't want to walk all the time

I don't want to walk all the time.

I hitched myself to the back of the truck and drove off. There's a school around the corner. Only suddenly the truck moved faster. As if on purpose so that I wouldn’t cry. We've already passed the school. My hands are already tired of holding on. And my legs went completely numb. What if he runs like this for an hour?

I had to climb into the back. And there was some kind of chalk in the back. I fell into this chalk. The dust rose so much that I almost suffocated. I'm squatting. I hold on to the side of the car with my hands. It's shaking all over! I'm afraid the driver will notice me - after all, there is a window in the back of the cab. But then I realized: he won’t see me - it’s hard to see me in such dust.

We have already left the city, where new houses are being built. Here the car stopped. I immediately jumped out and ran.

I still wanted to be on time for school, despite this unexpected turn affairs.

On the street everyone was looking at me. They even pointed fingers. Because I was all white. One boy said:

- That's great! I understand it!

And one little girl asked:

-Are you a real boy?

Then the dog almost bit me...

I don’t remember how long I walked. Just when I approached the school, everyone was already leaving the school.

Victor Golyavkin. Habit

We didn’t even have time to arrive at the pioneer camp, and it was already quiet time! If a person doesn’t want to sleep, then no, go to sleep, whether you like it or not! As if sleeping at night isn’t enough, sleep more during the day. Here you should go for a swim in the sea - but no, lie down, and close your eyes. You can’t even read a book. I started humming barely audibly. He hummed and hummed and fell asleep. At dinner I think: “Yeah, here it is: in order to fall asleep, you need to sing something. Otherwise you won’t be able to sleep.”

The next day, as soon as I lay down, I began to sing quietly. I didn’t even notice how I started singing so loudly that our counselor Vitya came running.

- What kind of singer is this?

I answer him:

“I can’t sleep otherwise, that’s why I hum.”

He says:

- And if everyone starts singing, then what will happen?

“Nothing,” I say, “will happen.”

- Then there will be continuous singing, and not sleep.

- Maybe then everyone will fall asleep?

- Don’t invent nonsense, but close your eyes and sleep.

“I can’t sleep without a song, my eyes won’t close without it.”

“They’ll close,” he says, “you’ll see.”

- No, they won’t close, I know myself.

- All the guys are closing, but why aren’t yours?

- Because I'm used to it.

- Try not singing out loud, but to yourself. Then you’ll fall asleep even faster and won’t wake up your comrades.

I began to sing to myself, sang different songs and imperceptibly fell asleep.

The next day we went to the sea. We swam in different games were playing. Then they worked in the vineyard. And I forgot to sing a song before going to bed. Somehow I immediately fell asleep. Completely suddenly. Completely unexpected.

Wow!

Victor Golyavkin. How I wrote poetry

One day I was walking through a pioneer camp and humming anything to the beat. I notice that it rhymes. That's news, I think!

My talent was discovered. I ran to the editor of the wall newspaper.

Zhenya the editor was delighted.

— It’s great that you became a poet! Write and don't be arrogant.

I wrote a poem about the sun:

A ray of sun is pouring down

On my head.

Eh, okay

My head!

“It’s been raining this morning,” said Zhenya, “and you’re writing about the sun.” There will be laughter and all that. Write about the rain. Like, it doesn’t matter that it’s raining, we’re still cheerful and all that.

I started writing about the rain. True, it didn’t work out for a long time, but it finally happened:

It's raining

On my head.

Eh, okay

My head!

“You’re unlucky,” says Zhenya, “the rain has stopped—that’s the problem!” And the sun has not yet appeared.

I sat down to write about average weather. It didn’t work out right away either, but then it did:

Nothing flows

On my head.

Eh, okay

My head!

Zhenya the editor says to me: “Look, the sun has appeared again.”

Then I immediately understood what was going on, and the next day I brought the following poem:

A ray of sun is pouring down

On my head

It's raining

On my head

Nothing flows

On my head.

Eh, good for my head!

Victor Golyavkin. It was not in vain that we bought the skates

I didn't know how to skate. And they were lying in the attic. And they probably rusted.

I really wanted to learn how to ride. Everyone in our yard knows how to ride. Even little Shurik can do it. I was ashamed to go out with skates. Everyone will laugh. Better let the skates rust!

One day my dad told me:

- I bought you skates in vain!

And it was fair. I took my skates, put them on and went out into the yard. The skating rink was full. Someone laughed.

"It's starting!" - I thought.

But nothing started. I haven't been noticed yet. I stepped onto the ice and fell on my back.

“Now it will begin,” I thought.

I got up with difficulty. It was difficult for me to stand on the ice. I didn't move. But the most amazing thing was that no one, absolutely no one laughed, did not point a finger at me, but, on the contrary, Masha Koshkina ran up to me and said:

- Give me a hand!

And although I fell two more times, I was still happy. And I told Masha Koshkina:

- Thank you, Masha! You taught me how to ride.

And she said:

- Oh, what are you, what are you, I was just holding your hand.

Victor Golyavkin. In the closet

Before class, I climbed into the closet. I wanted to meow from the closet. They'll think it's a cat, but it's me.

I was sitting in the closet, waiting for the lesson to start, and didn’t notice how I fell asleep.

I wake up and the class is quiet. I look through the crack - there is no one. I pushed the door, but it was closed. So, I slept through the entire lesson. Everyone went home, and they locked me in the closet.

It's stuffy in the closet and dark as night. I got scared, I started screaming:

- Uh-uh! I'm in the closet! Help! I listened - silence all around. Me again:

- ABOUT! Comrades! I'm sitting in the closet! I hear someone's steps. Someone is coming.

- Who's bawling here?

I immediately recognized Aunt Nyusha, the cleaning lady. I was delighted and shouted:

- Aunt Nyusha, I’m here!

- Where are you, dear?

- I'm in the closet! In the closet!

- How did you get there, my dear?

- I'm in the closet, grandma!

- So I hear that you are in the closet. So what do you want?

- They locked me in a closet. Oh, grandma!

Aunt Nyusha left. Silence again. She probably went to get the key.

Pal Palych knocked on the cabinet with his finger.

“There’s no one there,” said Pal Palych.

- Why not? “Yes,” said Aunt Nyusha.

- Well, where is he? - said Pal Palych and knocked on the closet again.

I was afraid that everyone would leave and I would remain in the closet, and I shouted with all my might:

- I'm here!

- Who are you? - asked Pal Palych.

- I... Tsypkin...

- Why did you climb there, Tsypkin?

- They locked me... I didn’t get in...

- Hm... They locked him up! But he didn’t get in! Have you seen it? What wizards there are in our school! They don't get into the closet when they are locked in the closet. Miracles don’t happen, do you hear, Tsypkin?

- I hear...

- How long have you been sitting there? - asked Pal Palych.

- Don't know...

“Find the key,” said Pal Palych. - Fast.

Aunt Nyusha went to get the key, but Pal Palych stayed behind. He sat down on a chair nearby and began to wait. I saw his face through the crack. He was very angry. He lit a cigarette and said:

- Well! This is what prank leads to. Tell me honestly: why are you in the closet?

I really wanted to disappear from the closet. They open the closet, and I’m not there. It was as if I had never been there. They will ask me: “Were you in the closet?” I will say: “I wasn’t.” They will say to me: “Who was there?” I will say: “I don’t know.”

But this only happens in fairy tales! Surely tomorrow they will call mom... Your son, they will say, climbed into the closet, slept there during all classes, and all that... as if it’s comfortable for me to sleep here! My legs ache, my back hurts. One torment! What was my answer?

I was silent.

-Are you alive there? - asked Pal Palych.

- Alive...

- Well, sit down, they will open soon...

- I am sitting...

“So...” said Pal Palych. - So will you answer me why you climbed into this closet?

- Who? Tsypkin? In the closet? Why?

I wanted to disappear again.

The director asked:

- Tsypkin, is that you?

I sighed heavily. I simply couldn't answer anymore.

Aunt Nyusha said:

— The class leader took the key away.

“Break the door,” said the director.

I felt the door being broken down, the closet shook, and I hit my forehead painfully. I was afraid that the cabinet would fall, and I cried. I pressed my hands against the walls of the closet, and when the door gave way and opened, I continued to stand in the same way.

“Well, come out,” said the director. “And explain to us what that means.”

I didn't move. I was scared.

- Why is he standing? - asked the director.

I was pulled out of the closet.

I was silent the whole time.

I didn't know what to say.

I just wanted to meow. But how would I put it...

Victor Golyavkin. New shirt

Although it was frosty and snowy outside, I unbuttoned my coat and put my hands behind my back.

Let everyone see my shirt that they bought me today!

I walked around the yard back and forth, looking at the windows.

My older brother was coming home from work.

“Oh,” he said, “what a delight!” Just make sure you don't catch a cold.

He took me by the hand, brought me home and put a shirt on me over my coat.

“Now go for a walk,” he said. - How lovely!

Victor Golyavkin. Everyone's going somewhere

After the summer, everyone gathered in the yard.

Petya said: “I’m going to first grade.” Vova said:

- I'm going to second grade.

Masha said:

— I'm going to third grade.

- And I? - asked little Boba. - So I’m not going anywhere? - And he cried.

But then Bob’s mother called. And he stopped crying.

- I'm going to see my mother! - Boba said.

And he went to his mother.

Before class, I climbed into the closet. I wanted to meow from the closet. They'll think it's a cat, but it's me.
I was sitting in the closet, waiting for the lesson to start, and didn’t notice how I fell asleep.
I wake up - the class is quiet. I look through the crack - there is no one. I pushed the door, but it was closed. So, I slept through the entire lesson. Everyone went home, and they locked me in the closet.
It's stuffy in the closet and dark as night. I got scared, I started screaming:
- Uh-uh! I'm in the closet! Help!
I listened - silence all around.
Me again:
- ABOUT! Comrades! I'm sitting in the closet!
I hear someone's steps. Someone is coming.
- Who is bawling here?
I immediately recognized Aunt Nyusha, the cleaning lady.
I was delighted and shouted:
- Aunt Nyusha, I’m here!
- Where are you, dear?
- I'm in the closet! In the closet!
- How did you, my dear, get there?
- I'm in the closet, grandma!
- So I hear that you are in the closet. So what do you want?
- They locked me in a closet. Oh, grandma!
Aunt Nyusha left. Silence again. She probably went to get the key.
Steps again. I hear the voice of Pal Palych. Pal Palych is our head teacher...
Pal Palych knocked on the cabinet with his finger.
“There’s no one there,” said Pal Palych.
- Why not? “Yes,” said Aunt Nyusha.
- Well, where is he? - said Pal Palych and knocked on the closet again.
I was afraid that everyone would leave and I would remain in the closet, and I shouted with all my might:
- I'm here!
- Who are you? - asked Pal Palych.
- I... Tsypkin...
- Why did you climb there, Tsypkin?
- I was locked... I didn’t get in...
- Hm... He was locked! But he didn’t get in! Have you seen it? What wizards there are in our school! They don't get into the closet when they are locked in the closet. Miracles don’t happen, do you hear, Tsypkin?
- I hear...
- How long have you been sitting there? - asked Pal Palych.
- Don't know…
“Find the key,” said Pal Palych. - Fast.
Aunt Nyusha went to get the key, but Pal Palych stayed behind. He sat down on a chair nearby and began to wait. I saw his face through the crack. He was very angry. He lit a cigarette and said:
- Well! This is what pranks can lead to! Tell me honestly: why are you in the closet?
I really wanted to disappear from the closet. They open the closet, and I’m not there. It was as if I had never been there. They will ask me: “Were you in the closet?” I will say: “I wasn’t.” They will say to me: “Who was there?” I will say: “I don’t know.”
But this only happens in fairy tales! Surely tomorrow they will call mom... Your son, they will say, climbed into the closet, slept through all the lessons there, and all that... As if it’s comfortable for me to sleep here! My legs ache, my back hurts. One torment! What was my answer?
I was silent.
-Are you alive there? - asked Pal Palych.
- Alive…
- Well, sit down, they’ll open soon...
- I am sitting…
“So...” said Pal Palych. - So will you answer me why you climbed into this closet?
I was silent.
Suddenly I heard the director's voice. He walked down the corridor:
- Who? Tsypkin? In the closet? Why?
I wanted to disappear again.
The director asked:
- Tsypkin, is that you?
I sighed heavily. I simply couldn't answer anymore.
Aunt Nyusha said:
- The key was taken away by the class leader.
“Break the door,” said the director.
I felt the door being broken down, the closet shook, and I hit my forehead painfully. I was afraid that the cabinet would fall, and I cried. I pressed my hands against the walls of the closet, and when the door gave way and opened, I continued to stand in the same way.
“Well, come out,” said the director. - And explain to us what that means.
I didn't move. I was scared.
- Why is he standing? - asked the director.
I was pulled out of the closet.
I was silent the whole time.
I didn't know what to say.
I just wanted to meow. But how would I say this...