Tricky way. Victor Dragoon - a tricky way

Here, - said my mother, - admire! What is the vacation for? Dishes, dishes, dishes three times a day! In the morning my cups, and in the afternoon a whole mountain of plates. What a disaster!
- Yes, - said dad, - it really is terrible! What a pity that nothing has been invented in this sense. What are the engineers watching? Yes, yes... Poor women...
Dad took a deep breath and sat down on the couch.
Mom saw how comfortable he was, and said:
- There is nothing to sit here and pretend to sigh! Nothing to blame on the engineers! I give you both time. Before lunch, you must come up with something and make this damned wash easier for me! Who does not come up with, that I refuse to feed. Let him sit hungry. Deniska! This applies to you too. Wrap yourself up!
I immediately sat on the windowsill and began to figure out how to deal with this matter. Firstly, I was afraid that my mother would not really feed me and I, what good, would die of hunger, and secondly, I was interested in coming up with something, since the engineers could not. And I sat and thought and looked askance at dad, how he was doing. But dad did not think to think. He shaved, then put on a clean shirt, then read about ten newspapers, and then calmly turned on the radio and began to listen to some news for the past week.
Then I started thinking even faster. At first, I wanted to invent an electric machine so that I could wash the dishes myself and wipe it myself, and for this I slightly unscrewed our electric polisher and my father's Kharkiv electric razor. But I couldn't figure out where to hang the towel.
It turned out that when the machine was started, the razor would cut the towel into a thousand pieces. Then I unscrewed everything back and began to invent something else. And two hours later I remembered that I had read about the conveyor in the newspaper, and from this I immediately came up with a rather interesting thing. And when it was time for dinner and my mother set the table and we all sat down, I said:
- Well, dad? Did you come up with?
- About what? - said dad.
"About washing the dishes," I said. - And then mom will stop feeding us with you.
“She was joking,” Dad said. - How can she not feed her own son and her beloved husband?
And he laughed merrily.
But my mother said:
I wasn't joking, you'll know from me! What a shame! I've said it for the hundredth time - I'm choking on the dishes! It's just not comradely to sit on the windowsill and shave and listen to the radio while I shorten my eyelids, endlessly washing your cups and plates.
- Okay, - said dad, - we'll think of something! Until then, let's have lunch! Oh, these dramas are due to trifles!
- Oh, because of the trifles? - Mom said and immediately all flared up. - Nothing to say, beautiful! But I’ll take it and really won’t give you dinner, then you won’t sing like that with me!
And she pressed her fingers to her temples and got up from the table. And she stood at the table for a long, long time and kept looking at dad. And dad folded his arms on his chest and swayed in a chair and also looked at mom. And they were silent. And there was no dinner. And I was terribly hungry. I said:

Mother! It's just one dad didn't come up with anything. And I came up with! It's all right, don't worry. Let's have lunch.
Mom said:
- What did you come up with?
I said:
- I came up with, mom, one tricky way!
She said:
- Come on, come on...
I asked:
How many utensils do you wash after every meal? Eh, mom?
She answered:
- Three.
- Then shout "hurrah", - I said, - now you will wash only one! I came up with a clever way!
“Go ahead,” said dad.
"Let's have dinner first," I said. - I'll tell you during dinner, otherwise I'm terribly hungry.
- Well, - sighed my mother, - let's have dinner.
And we began to eat.
- Well? - said dad.
“It's very simple,” I said. - Just listen, mom, how everything turns out smoothly! Look, dinner is ready. You immediately put one device. You put, then, the only appliance, pour soup into a bowl, sit down at the table, start eating and tell dad: "Dinner is ready!" Dad, of course, goes to wash his hands, and while he washes them, you, mom, are already eating soup and pouring him a new one, on your own plate. Here dad returns to the room and immediately says to me: “Deniska, have dinner! Go wash your hands!" I'm going. At this time, you eat cutlets from a small plate. Dad is eating soup. And I wash my hands. And when I wash them, I go to you, and your dad has already eaten soup, and you have eaten cutlets. And when I came in, dad pours soup into his free deep plate, and you put cutlets in your empty shallow bowl for dad. I eat soup, dad - cutlets, and you calmly drink compote from a glass. By the time my dad had finished the second one, I had just finished the soup.

Then he fills his small plate with cutlets, and at that time you have already drunk the compote and pour dad into the same glass. I push the empty bowl of soup away, start the second, dad drinks compote, and you, it turns out, have already had lunch, so you take a deep plate and go to the kitchen to wash! In the meantime, you wash, I have already swallowed the cutlets, and dad - compote. Here he perky pours compote into a glass for me and brings a free small plate to you, and I blow the compote in one gulp and carry a glass to the kitchen myself! Everything is very simple! And instead of three appliances, you only have to wash one. Hooray?
“Hurrah,” Mom said. - Hooray, hooray, only unhygienic!
- Nonsense, - I said, - after all, we are all our own. For example, I do not disdain to eat after dad. I love him. What is there ... And I love you too.
“It’s a very clever way,” said dad. - And then, whatever you say, it's still much more fun to eat all together, and not in a three-stage stream.
- Well, - I said, - but it's easier for mom! The dishes are three times less.
- You see, - dad said thoughtfully, - I think I also came up with one way. True, he is not so cunning, but still ...
“Put it out,” I said.
- Well, well, well ... - said my mother.
Dad got up, rolled up his sleeves and collected all the dishes from the table.
- Follow me, - he said, - I'll show you my simple way. It consists in the fact that now you and I will wash all the dishes ourselves!
And he went.
And I ran after him. And we washed all the dishes. True, only two devices. Because I broke the third one. It happened to me by accident, I kept thinking what a simple way dad came up with.
And how did I not figure it out myself?

Here, - said my mother, - admire! What is the vacation for? Dishes, dishes, dishes three times a day! In the morning my cups, and in the afternoon a whole mountain of plates. What a disaster!

Yes, - said dad, - it really is terrible! What a pity that nothing has been invented in this sense. What are the engineers watching? Yes, yes... Poor women...

Dad took a deep breath and sat down on the couch.

Mom saw how comfortable he was, and said:

There is nothing to sit here and pretend to sigh! Nothing to blame on the engineers! I give you both time. Before lunch, you must come up with something and make this damned wash easier for me! Who does not come up with, that I refuse to feed. Let him sit hungry. Deniska! This applies to you too. Wrap yourself up!

I immediately sat on the windowsill and began to figure out how to deal with this matter. Firstly, I was afraid that my mother would not really feed me and I, what good, would die of hunger, and secondly, I was interested in coming up with something, since the engineers could not. And I sat and thought and looked askance at dad, how he was doing. But dad did not think to think. He shaved, then put on a clean shirt, then read about ten newspapers, and then calmly turned on the radio and began to listen to some news for the past week.

Then I started thinking even faster. At first, I wanted to invent an electric machine so that I could wash the dishes myself and wipe it myself, and for this I slightly unscrewed our electric polisher and my father's Kharkiv electric razor. But I couldn't figure out where to hang the towel.

It turned out that when the machine was started, the razor would cut the towel into a thousand pieces. Then I unscrewed everything back and began to invent something else. And two hours later I remembered that I had read about the conveyor in the newspaper, and from this I immediately came up with a rather interesting thing. And when it was time for dinner and my mother set the table and we all sat down, I said:

Well, dad? Did you come up with?

About what? - said dad.

About washing dishes, I said. - And then mom will stop feeding us with you.

She was joking, said dad. - How can she not feed her own son and her beloved husband?

And he laughed merrily.

But my mother said:

I wasn't joking, you'll know from me! What a shame! I've said it for the hundredth time - I'm choking on the dishes! It's just not comradely to sit on the windowsill and shave and listen to the radio while I shorten my eyelids, endlessly washing your cups and plates.

Okay, - said dad, - we'll think of something! Until then, let's have lunch! Oh, these dramas are due to trifles!

Ah, for nothing? - Mom said and immediately all flared up. - Nothing to say, beautiful! But I’ll take it and really won’t give you dinner, then you won’t sing like that with me!

And she pressed her fingers to her temples and got up from the table. And she stood at the table for a long, long time and kept looking at dad. And dad folded his arms on his chest and swayed in a chair and also looked at mom. And they were silent. And there was no dinner. And I was terribly hungry. I said:

Mother! It's just one dad didn't come up with anything. And I came up with! It's all right, don't worry. Let's have lunch.

Mom said:

What did you come up with?

I said:

I came up with, mom, one tricky way!

She said:

Come on, come on...

I asked:

How many utensils do you wash after every meal? Eh, mom?

She answered:

Then shout "hooray", - I said, - now you will only wash one! I came up with a clever way!

Get it out, dad said.

Let's have lunch first, I said. - I'll tell you during dinner, otherwise I'm terribly hungry.

Well, - sighed my mother, - let's have dinner.

And we began to eat.

Well? - said dad.

It's very simple, I said. - Just listen, mom, how everything turns out smoothly! Look, dinner is ready. You immediately put one device. You put, then, the only appliance, pour soup into a bowl, sit down at the table, start eating and tell dad: "Dinner is ready!"

Dad, of course, goes to wash his hands, and while he washes them, you, mom, are already eating soup and pouring him a new one, on your own plate.

Here dad returns to the room and immediately says to me:

"Deniska, have lunch! Go wash your hands!"

I'm going. At this time, you eat cutlets from a small plate. Dad is eating soup. And I wash my hands. And when I wash them, I go to you, and your dad has already eaten soup, and you have eaten cutlets. And when I came in, dad pours soup into his free deep plate, and you put cutlets in your empty shallow bowl for dad. I eat soup, dad - cutlets, and you calmly drink compote from a glass.

By the time my dad had finished the second one, I had just finished the soup. Then he fills his small plate with cutlets, and at that time you have already drunk the compote and pour dad into the same glass. I move the empty bowl of soup away, start the second, dad drinks compote, and you, it turns out, have already had dinner, so you take a deep plate and go to the kitchen to wash!

In the meantime, you wash, I have already swallowed the cutlets, and dad - compote. Here he perky pours compote into a glass for me and brings a free small plate to you, and I blow the compote in one gulp and carry a glass to the kitchen myself! Everything is very simple! And instead of three appliances, you only have to wash one. Hooray?

Wow, my mom said. - Hooray, hooray, only unhygienic!

Nonsense, - I said, - because we are all our own. For example, I do not disdain to eat after dad. I love him. What is there ... And I love you too.

It's a very tricky way, - said dad. - And then, whatever you say, it's still much more fun to eat all together, and not in a three-stage stream.

Well, - I said, - but it's easier for mom! The dishes are three times less.

You see, - dad said thoughtfully, - I think I also came up with one way. True, he is not so cunning, but still ...

Put it out, I said.

Well, well, well ... - said my mother.

Dad got up, rolled up his sleeves and collected all the dishes from the table.

Follow me, - he said, - I'll show you my simple way. It consists in the fact that now you and I will wash all the dishes ourselves!

And he went.

And I ran after him. And we washed all the dishes. True, only two devices. Because I broke the third one. It happened to me by accident, I kept thinking what a simple way dad came up with.

And how did I not figure it out myself?

In the story of Viktor Dragunsky, readers will find out what clever and wise ways Denis came up with to make mom wash less dishes. But dad suggested that the boy just help his mom with the housework.

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Here, - said my mother, - admire! What is the vacation for? Dishes, dishes, dishes three times a day! In the morning my cups, and in the afternoon a whole mountain of plates. What a disaster!

Yes, - said dad, - it really is terrible! What a pity that nothing has been invented in this sense. What are the engineers watching? Yes, yes... Poor women...

Dad took a deep breath and sat down on the couch.

Mom saw how comfortable he was, and said:

Well, dad? Did you come up with?

About what? - said dad.

About washing dishes, I said. - And then mom will stop feeding us with you.

She was joking, said dad. - How can she not feed her own son and her beloved husband?

And he laughed merrily.

But my mother said:

Okay, - said dad, - we'll think of something! Until then, let's have lunch! Oh, these dramas are due to trifles!

Ah, for nothing? - Mom said and immediately all flared up. - Nothing to say, beautiful! But I’ll take it and really won’t give you dinner, then you won’t sing like that with me!

Mother! It's just one dad didn't come up with anything. And I came up with! It's all right, don't worry. Let's have lunch.

Mom said:

What did you come up with?

I said:

I came up with, mom, one tricky way!

She said:

Come on, come on...

I asked:

How many utensils do you wash after every meal? Eh, mom?

She answered:

Then shout "hooray", - I said, - now you will only wash one! I came up with a clever way!

Get it out, dad said.

Let's have lunch first, I said. - I'll tell you during dinner, otherwise I'm terribly hungry.

Well, - sighed my mother, - let's have dinner.

And we began to eat.

Well? - said dad.

Dad, of course, goes to wash his hands, and while he washes them, you, mom, are already eating soup and pouring him a new one, on your own plate.

Here dad returns to the room and immediately says to me:

"Deniska, have lunch! Go wash your hands!"

Wow, my mom said. - Hooray, hooray, only unhygienic!

Nonsense, - I said, - because we are all our own. For example, I do not disdain to eat after dad. I love him. What is there ... And I love you too.

It's a very tricky way, - said dad. - And then, whatever you say, it's still much more fun to eat all together, and not in a three-stage stream.

Well, - I said, - but it's easier for mom! The dishes are three times less.

You see, - dad said thoughtfully, - I think I also came up with one way. True, he is not so cunning, but still ...

Put it out, I said.

Well, well, well ... - said my mother.

Dad got up, rolled up his sleeves and collected all the dishes from the table.

Follow me, - he said, - I'll show you my simple way. It consists in the fact that now you and I will wash all the dishes ourselves!

And he went.

And I ran after him. And we washed all the dishes. True, only two devices. Because I broke the third one. It happened to me by accident, I kept thinking what a simple way dad came up with.

And how did I not think of it myself?

Here, - said my mother, - admire! What is the vacation for? Dishes, dishes, dishes three times a day! In the morning my cups, and in the afternoon a whole mountain of plates. What a disaster!

Yes, - said dad, - it really is terrible! What a pity that nothing has been invented in this sense. What are the engineers watching? Yes, yes... Poor women...

Dad took a deep breath and sat down on the couch.

Mom saw how comfortable he was, and said:

Well, dad? Did you come up with?

About what? - said dad.

About washing dishes, I said. - And then mom will stop feeding us with you.

She was joking, said dad. - How can she not feed her own son and her beloved husband?

And he laughed merrily.

But my mother said:

Okay, - said dad, - we'll think of something! Until then, let's have lunch! Oh, these dramas are due to trifles!

Ah, for nothing? - Mom said and immediately all flared up. - Nothing to say, beautiful! But I’ll take it and really won’t give you dinner, then you won’t sing like that with me!

Mother! It's just one dad didn't come up with anything. And I came up with! It's all right, don't worry. Let's have lunch.

Mom said:

What did you come up with?

I said:

I came up with, mom, one tricky way!

She said:

Come on, come on...

I asked:

How many utensils do you wash after every meal? Eh, mom?

She answered:

Then shout "hooray", - I said, - now you will only wash one! I came up with a clever way!

Get it out, dad said.

Let's have lunch first, I said. - I'll tell you during dinner, otherwise I'm terribly hungry.

Well, - sighed my mother, - let's have dinner.

And we began to eat.

Well? - said dad.

Dad, of course, goes to wash his hands, and while he washes them, you, mom, are already eating soup and pouring him a new one, on your own plate.

Here dad returns to the room and immediately says to me:

"Deniska, have lunch! Go wash your hands!"

Wow, my mom said. - Hooray, hooray, only unhygienic!

Nonsense, - I said, - because we are all our own. For example, I do not disdain to eat after dad. I love him. What is there ... And I love you too.

It's a very tricky way, - said dad. - And then, whatever you say, it's still much more fun to eat all together, and not in a three-stage stream.

Well, - I said, - but it's easier for mom! The dishes are three times less.

You see, - dad said thoughtfully, - I think I also came up with one way. True, he is not so cunning, but still ...

Put it out, I said.

Well, well, well ... - said my mother.

Dad got up, rolled up his sleeves and collected all the dishes from the table.

Follow me, - he said, - I'll show you my simple way. It consists in the fact that now you and I will wash all the dishes ourselves!

And he went.

And I ran after him. And we washed all the dishes. True, only two devices. Because I broke the third one. It happened to me by accident, I kept thinking what a simple way dad came up with.

And how did I not figure it out myself?

This is a collection of stories united by one character - Denis Korablev. We give summary some of them for the reader's diary.

Denis was waiting for his mother from work, but she was gone for a long time. And it was dark outside, but she didn't walk. Deniska played with a dump truck. Neighbor Mishka offered to exchange the toy for a firefly, and Denis did not refuse. So he was not bored ("He is alive and glowing").

Deniska studied well, only in the letter there were fours due to blots. And once I got a three for loud singing off topic. He was very surprised at such a mark, because his friend Mishka sang in a whisper, and received "excellent". ("Glory to Ivan Kozlovsky")

Denis got sick because he smoked. His mother liked to grumble at his father for not thinking about health and smoking. Deniska

Once Denis's father fell ill, the reason was smoking. Mom scolded her husband for not taking care of his health and said that a drop of smoking tobacco kills a horse. Deniska did not like it at all, he did not want his father to die. Somehow guests gathered in Deniska's apartment. Aunt Tamara brought her father a cigarette case because she ruined his tea. And Denis, remembering that a drop of nicotine killed the horse, cut his cigarettes so much that there was no tobacco left. ("One drop kills a horse").

Deniska went to the matinee. A prize was announced for the best costume. Mom was not at home, so Mishka and Deniska put their mother's hat on their heads, put on high fishing boots, borrowed a fox tail from a neighbor .. So "Puss in Boots" appeared. Deniska received two books, and gave one of them for a gnome costume ("Puss in Boots")

Deniska went to the cinema with his class to watch a movie about the civil war. Our hero shouted for the guys to take out toy pistols. What started here "Everybody started shooting," helping the Reds, that's why they won. It seemed to the boy that if it were not for him, then there would be no victory ... ("Battle near a clean river").

Deniska, at the age of five or six, did not know what profession he would choose. But still, he thought that he needed to develop strength in himself, so he asked his dad for a punching bag. Father refused, and mother offered to make a "pear" out of an old bear. But the boy remembered how he used to love this toy. He didn't want to be a boxer anymore. ("Childhood Friend").

Deniske shamed the dog (Anton) when she grabbed and hid the bone somewhere. The child looked at Anton, and the dog brought the bone to the place where it lay. ("Dymka and Anton).

Once Dnenis took third place in one of the sports (swimming). Dad praised him. It turned out that the first place was taken by one person, the second - also by one, and the third - by all the others. ("Third place in the butterfly style").

Once Denis and his comrades saw how the painters were painting. As soon as they left, our hero and his friend repainted everything that was possible in the yard. Flew them on the first number.

("Top-down-oblique").

There was a funny story with Pavel. He announced that he did not visit anyone because he taught foreign language. He was asked to speak. It turned out that during the summer he learned only one word in English. ("Paul's Englishman").

One day Korablev Jr. decided to help his parents. Mom complained that it was difficult for her to wash the dishes. So he said that everyone will eat not from different plates, but from one. But dad said it's better to just clean the dishes. ("Cunning way").

Deniska and Mishka stomped into the club and ended up in the amusement room. A competition has been announced: the one who weighs 25 kg will receive a prize - a subscription to the Murzilka magazine. Denis lacked half a kilogram. The resourceful boy drank lemonade and received a subscription for 25 kg.