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Research work on the story of A.I. Cook "Poor Prince".

Spiritual-moral pupil - the basis of happiness of any person. Russia has always been a source and measure of morality of people. For the teacher, the upbringing of his student in morality and purity is the main task, both in class and in extracurricular activities.

In the lessons of literary reading under the program of Zankov, we studied the story A.I. Cook "Poor Prince".

In the story "Poor Prince", the main character is a boy from the noble family. In order for modern children to understand the hero and his problems, they must be introduced to the life of the nobles, their life, views on the upbringing of children, introduce into the noble culture. We have just recently began to talk about it, understanding how today we lack the noble idea of \u200b\u200bthe debt, honor, dignity, the ability to behave in society, pupils and delicacy. Who can and should explain to children today, demonstrate to convincing examples, which can be found in the works of classics? Of course, the one who is engaged in the education of children in school is a teacher. But the teacher himself often does not know about the principles of noble education, because he brought up in other times. Children are very difficult to understand the character's hero, a boy from the noble family, his resentment on adults, the desire to escape from the house, difficult attitudes towards "bad children" and to the Father. In itself, this work affects many moral aspects of education in pre-revolutionary Russia and forces each student to think.

Reading this story (literary reading 4th grade // V.A. Lazareva, p. 13), My class students became interested in Christmas traditions to arrange a star and penetrations, singing carols. At extracurricular activities, "I - Researcher", together with students decided to make research on this issue.

A little about Christmas traditions. It was in winter that all the baptized world celebrates the joyful and bright holiday of the Nativity of Christ. It is accompanied by a solemn and church service, a rich feast, noisy and cheerful games and competitions, in which old and young participates. But the most important thing is without which this bright holiday does not cost - these are Christmas carols.

The car beadka (from the Latin Calenda - the name of the first day of the month among the ancient Romans) is a ritual song with the wishes of wealth, good health, a good harvest. Executed carols on the sagnes, mainly on the night of Christmas. The owners have ended the treats to the collapsies, and they wanted all kinds of well-being.

Custom bonds has its own long history, the roots of which are still achieved by Aryan times. Carols are associated with the Day of Winter Solstice, which our ancestors called the holiday strides. He was celebrated on December 25th. It was believed that on this day the sun eats snakes short. The omnipotent goddess of the striding in the Dnieper waters gave birth to a new sun - a little God. Gentiles tried to protect the newborn. They drove the bounty, who tried to eat a new sun, and then went from home to home to notify people about the birth of a new sun, and the image of this sun was worn with them. As soon as a star went to the sky, the people who Collant came to the courtyard, clicked the owner and sang his family of magnitude songs about the sun, month, vision. These songs began to be called strollers or carols.

Over time, with the advent of the Christian religion, the rite of the rank was dedicated to Christmas and biblical and secular motives appeared in the carols. The tradition of bonds has been preserved today. As soon as the first star is in the sky - the Holy Dinner begins, and the children are going and go to congratulate all carols with the birth of Christ. Bldarize in the evening from January 6 to 7.

During the class "I am a researcher", students worked with a dictionary, looking for a suitable material about Christmas and christmas customs in the library. Applying music teachers, the foundations of Orthodox culture and to parents.

Summing up our research, we can say that we managed to bring the christmas traditions to themselves through your home by each child Christmas magic.

And now we would like to present you the results of our research work.

How quiet this night ... as she is transparent!

Heaven look inspired.

And in the arms of deep winter sleep

The expectation breathe forests.

In this quiet night, a safe star,

In the gloomy badge of lost years

Caught fire for the first time on sinful earth

Christianity Divine Light.

On the guidance of God Venya

Leads us a bright star.

Through deserts and seams,

Through forests and cities.

Transcription of moving in everything,

We carry the baby's gifts.

Earth, rejoice from now on,

You are about Christ, about God Son,

Hear pawn words.

Came a baby to bow down

Simple people and seats

And everything to whom this holiday is visited

Let them go behind them.

Together:

Let the heart and mouth

Newborn Christ!

And from that time every year I remember

And cheat christmas.

Child Lee, adult - all holidays are pleased,

And in every family a celebration.

Where are the children - there is a Christmas tree! Richer, poorer -

But all in golden lights.

And how much delight, and how much fun

In joyful children's hearts.

The carriage came to us

On the eve of Christmas

You give us a good hand

And in return to get

Wealth, happiness and warmth,

The Lord will send you him

So ask generosity,

Do not be offended on us!

Kolyada, strid,

Open all at home

All windows, chests,

Give candies and pies,

To be benefit to you

Tell me thanks to heaven,

God of health to all of us will give

After all, it is so much!

Congratulations on Merry Christmas

We came here with good,

You give us a little bit

Patty on the track

To happiness to you come,

So that you are lucky in everything

So that the Lord Health gave

Strong, from sadness!

Strolling, strid

I will go to the hut any

I will ask the hostess

Sweets come on.

And cookies, and sweets,

And with nuts sherbet,

And halva and chocolate,

Fastil and Marmalade,

Delicious cake

Sweet ice cream

We ourselves will eat

And each other treat

And the hostess, and the hostess

Good word to remember!

Angel now went down to us

And lost: "Christ was born."

We came Christ to glorify

And you congratulate you on the holiday.

Known adults and children:

For good we live in the world!

Holy Christmas

On the planet Celebration!

Wheelchair!

And the crashed

On the eve of Christmas

Kolyada came

Christmas brought.

We are to you, the owner, with good West

Rejoice, oh, rejoice in the earth!

Running her son,

God ... norradiant.

The gaze of the son of the Son gave rise -

Rejoice, oh, rejoice, the earth!

Running her son,

God ... Divated.

And to you the owner, three festive in guests

Rejoice, oh rejoice, land!

Running her son,

God ... norradiant.

And that the first holiday is holy christmas,

Rejoice, oh rejoice, land!

Running her son,

God ... norradiant.

And that another holiday is holy baptism,

Rejoice, oh rejoice, land!

Running ... Son,

God ... norradiant.

And that the third holiday is Vasily Great,

Rejoice, oh rejoice, land!

Running her son,

God ... norradiant.

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I.

"Wonderful smart! - Thinks angrily nine-year-old Danya Ievlev, lying stomach on the skin of a white bear and tapping a heel about heel raised upwards. - Wonderful! Only large and can be such pretenders. They themselves locked me into the dark living room, and they themselves entertained what they take the Christmas tree. And they require me to make the view, I don't know about anything. Here they are some - adults! "

The street burns the gas lamp, and the frosty divorces on the windows, and, sliding through the leaves of the lativations and fakes, the stellet light golden pattern on the floor. Weakly glitters in the semit of curved piano.

"Yes, and that cheerful, to tell the truth, in this Christmas tree? - continues to reflect Danya. - Well, familiar boys and girls will come and will pretend, in favor of great, smart and educated children ... for each governess or some old aunt ... will make it say all the time in English ... you will start some kind of crucible game in which you certainly need Call the names of animals, plants or cities, and adults will intervene and correct small. We are tolding a chain around the tree and sing something and for something to clap your hands, then everything will be happy under Christmas tree, and Uncle Nika will read out loud unfortunate, acting, "pressure", as Sonina Nanny says, a voice about the poor boy who says Freezes on the street, looking at the luxurious tree of rich. And then give ready, the globe and children's book with pictures ... And the skates or skis will probably not give up ... and send to sleep.

No, they do not understand these adults ... So the dad ... He is the most important person in the city and, of course, the most scientist ... It is not for nothing that it is called the city head ... but he understands little. He still thinks that Danya is a little child, and no matter how surprised him, having learned that Danya long ago, he had already decided to become a famous aviator and open both poles. He already has a flying ship's plan, you just need to get a flexible steel strip somewhere, rubber cord and big, more at home, silk umbrella. It is on such an airplane that the Danya wonderfully flies at night in a dream. "

The boy lazily stood up from the bear, walked, dragging his legs, to the window, raised on fantastic frosty forests from palm trees, sleeve sleeve glasses. He is thin, but a slim and strong child. On it brown from the rheated velvet jacket, the same tannies on the knee, black leggings and thick babies on the laces, put it on the starch collar and a white tie. Bright, short and soft hair is calculated, like an adult, English direct surge. But his cute face is painfully pale, and it comes from a shortage of air: a little wind is a little more accurate or frost more than six degrees, this is not released for a walk. And if they go to the street, then half an hour before it is wrapped up: hamp, fur boots, warm Orenburg handkerchief on the chest, hat with headphones, babble, coat on the gagachy fluff, squirrel gloves, clutch ... fails and walking! And certainly leads him by the hand, exactly the little, Long Miss Geners with his red hanging nose, pursed by pimply mouth and fishing eyes. And at this time you fly along the sidewalk on one wooden skate, merry, redish, with sweaty happy persons, street boys, or ride each other on sleds, or, breaking the icicle from the drain tube, juicy, huddling it. Oh my God! At least once in life try icicle. It must be amazing taste. But is it possible! "Oh, cold! Ah, diphtherite! Ah, microbe! Ah, nasty! "

"Oh, these women are me! - Danya sighs, seriously repeating his favorite father's exclamation. - The whole house is full of women - Aunt Katya, aunt Lisa, aunt Nina, Mom, Englishwoman ... Women, because these are the same girls, only old ... Ahaut, fuss, love kissing, all frightened - mice, colds, dogs, microbes ... and yes Also consider exactly the girl ... This is him! The protester of the team, the captain of the pirate vessel, and now the famous aviator and the great traveler! Not! It was called, I will take a sugar, the tall in the bubble of the father's wine, the three rubles and run by the secret Jung on a sailing ship. Money easy to assemble. Dani always has pocket money designed for street charity. "

No, no, all these dreams, some dreams ... nothing can be done with big, but with women especially. Now they grab and take away. Here Nnyanka says often: "You are our prince." And the truth, Danya, when was small, thought he was a magical prince, and now grew up and knows that he is a poor, unhappy prince, enchanted living in a boring and rich kingdom.

II.

The window goes to the next courtyard. A strange, unusual fire, which hesitates in the air from side to side, rises and lowers, disappears for a second and again it is shown, suddenly the attention of Dani is sharply attracted. I extending the mouth on the glass of the hole more, he brings her eyes to her, closing his palm, like a shield, from the light of the lantern. Now on a white background fresh, just that dropped snow, he clearly distinguishes a small, closely coupped a bunch of kids. Above them on a high stick, which is not visible in the dark, swinging, exactly floats in the air, a huge multi-colored paper star, lit from the inside with some hidden fire.

Danya knows well that all this is a defector from the neighboring poor and old house, "street boys", and "bad children", as adults are called: the sons of shoemakers, janitor and laundry. But Danino hearts cold from envy, delight and curiosity. From the nurse he heard about the local ancient southern custom: under Christmas, children in the folds are satisfied with the star and the pearls, go to the houses - familiar and unfamiliar, - the carols and Christmas cilts sing and get in the form of remuneration ham, sausage, pies and all Copper coin. Madfully bold thought flashes in the head of Dani, - so bold that he even bites the lower lip for a minute, makes big, frightened eyes and eats. But isn't it not an aviator and not a polar traveler? After all, sooner or later, he will have to frankly to say the father: "You, dad, don't worry, please, and today I go to my airplane through the ocean." Comparatives with such terrible words, it is slowly and running to the street - the sowful trifles. If only, only, on his happiness, the old fat swiss was not shaking in the front, and would sit in his chamic under the stairs. He finds a coat and cap in front of the mouth, falling silently in the dark. There is neither a hammash nor gloves, but he is just one minute! It is quite difficult to cope with the American castle mechanism. The leg has broken about the door, the rumble went through the entire stairs. Thank God, brightly illuminated front empty. Holding his breath, with a beating heart, Danya, like a mouse, slipping into heavy doors, barely assigning them, and here it is on the street! Black sky, white, slippery gentle, creaking under legs snow, running light and shadows under the lamp on the sidewalk, delicious smell of winter air, feeling of freedom, loneliness and wild courage - all this, like a dream! ..

One of the actual problems of Russian education is the need to raise a person. This is the formation of the guys of universal values, among which the eternal moral norms: kindness, care and love of loved ones and others around you.

A unique tool of educating spirituality is children's creativity.

The motto in my work was the words L.N. Tolstoy: "If the student at school did not learn to do anything, then in life he will always only imitate ..."

Therefore, in working with students of its class, adhere to the following principles:

creating conditions for the development of imagination;
respectful attitude towards any thought of the child;
development of self-confidence in their abilities.

I start it from the first years of study at school. But the most bright guys are revealed to the 4th grade. They gladly fulfill such a type of work as an essay on a given topic, where they transmit their emotional state, learn to see the world around the world in paints.

The writing

Beautiful winter

At one fine morning, I looked out the window and saw a wonderful winter. Snow silverly lying on the trees, on shrubs and on the roofs of houses. All around white-white.

I looked and saw a beautiful picture. Bright birds were sitting on the birch branches. These were bullfinches. They arrive only in winter. I went out on the street and fed them with bread crumbs. Then I admired them all day.

Prokhorov Egor

Winter sketches

In the spring it comes to life, wakes up. In summer everything blooms. In the fall, all this fun subsides. And in winter it is very quiet.

But still the forest is alive! In the forest, many animals, birds. You can find traces of a hare, fox, wolf.

Nice to watch the sky. In the morning, in good weather, light pink clouds are illuminated by dawn and float through a gentle blue sky. In the afternoon, the light snowball can fall. In the evening, the sunset resembles a ripe filling apple. At night, every star is visible. And the moon seems so big.

Winter. What a good season is!

Abramova Marina

After acquaintance with the construction of poems, they are trying to pass their mood through rhyme, rhythm.

Mischievous

Snow sparkles and spin
In the sun rays.
From the slide of the defense rolling
On dashing sleigh.
Snowman is worthwhile
In the corner of the yard
What is having fun
This defector!
And frost rejoices
Together with the shovel.
He pulls her nose and face
He's naughty! (Shipovskaya Yana)

After reading the story of A.I. Cook "Poor Prince", the guys have a desire to compose their fairy tale with the same name.

Poor Prince

There was a little prince. He lived in a big and beautiful castle. He was allowed everything: to walk, play and have fun. Once, when the boy was walking, the old witch came. She became the boy's memory and took with them to the forest. Other boys already lived there. They made friends and lived two years together.

Once a girl wandered into the forest. She found out the prince in the boy's boy from the neighboring kingdom. The girl told him that his parents were waiting for him. Memory came to the prince. They ran out of the forest home. All were happy with his return. Now the prince walked under strict supervision.

But the winter came. In the evening, the boy looked out the window and admired nature. Suddenly he heard the door creaking and saw those boys that they were in captivity with him. Everyone was glad to meet. They offered the prince again to escape into the forest. The prince gathered things, piggy bank, a couple of toys and ran away again.

When the parents did not find it in the room, then almost died of grief. But a vigilant nurse set the prince of the bug on the pants, and they quickly quit it.

More prince did not leave one house. He grew up, became an adult and married that girl that he found him for the first time.

Bashev Evgeny

Or by the name of the fairy tale invent its content.

Fun - mermaid

She lived in the light of a good girl. Called her fun. She loved the sea very much. Every day she went to walk along the shore and dreamed of becoming a mermaid. Once the fun met the grandmother who asked to help her collect sea algae.

Girl with pleasure helped the old woman. Grandma turned out to be a wizard and performed the girl's desire.

Since then, the mermaid girl lives in the sea, and only happy people can see it.

Danderfer Kristina

Thus, the guys express their inquiry to the actions of the heroes and their attitude towards them.

Dog of my dreams

My sister gave the dog. Her name is Raf. She is one year, this is a boy. He is very kind and gentle dog. Raf loves to play with children.

When I come to visit them, Raf starts jumping at me from joy. He calls me to play with him. He has a favorite rubber toy - lion. We play him fun.

When I grow up, I will have the same dog!

Smirnov Maxim

It should be said that children's creativity is endless. It always admires, surprises, forces to rejoice or even sadness. But the most important thing, I think gives the possibility of self-confidence, self-affirmation for a child, regardless of his mental abilities, and thus forms a healthy personality.

Alexander Ivanovich Kubrin

Poor Prince

"Wonderful smart! - thinks angrily nine-year-old Danya Ievlev, lying the belly on the skin of a white bear and tapping a heel about heel raised upwards. - Wonderful! Only large and can be such pretenders. They themselves locked me into the dark living room, and they themselves are having fun with the fact that they hurt the Christmas tree. And from me require that I do the form that I don't know about anything. Here they are some - adults! "

The street burns the gas lamp, and the frosty divorces on the glasses, and, sliding through the leaves of the lativation and ficuses, the stele is a light golden pattern on the floor. Weakly glitters in the semit of curved piano.

"Yes, and what is fun, to tell the truth, in this Christmas tree? - continues to reflect Danya. - Well, the familiar boys and girls will come and will pretend, in favor of great, smart and educated children ... For each governess or some old aunt ... make it comes to talk in English ... We will start some crucible game in which you certainly need Call the names of animals, plants or cities, and adults will intervene and correct small. We are tolding a chain around the Christmas tree and sing something and to clap your hands for something; Then everything will be happy under the Christmas tree, and Uncle Nika will read out loudless, acting, "pressures", as Sonina Nanny says, a voice about the poor boy, who freezes on the street, looking at the luxurious Christmas tree rich. And then give ready, the globe and children's book with pictures ... And the skates or skis will probably not give up ... and send to sleep.

No, they do not understand these adults ... So the dad ... He is the most important man in the city and, of course, the most scientist ... It is not for nothing that it is called the city head ... but he understands little. He still thinks that Danya is a little child, and no matter how surprised him, having learned that Danya long ago, he had already decided to become a famous aviator and open both poles. He has a plan of a flying ship ready, you only need to get a flexible steel strip somewhere, rubber cord and big, more at home, silk umbrella. It is on such an airplane that the Danya wonderfully flies at night in a dream. "

The boy lazily stood off the bear, came up, dragging his legs, to the window, raised on fantastic frosty forests made of palm trees, felling a sleeve glass. He is thin, but slender and strong child. On him brown from the rheated velvet jacket, the same tannies knee-deep, black leggings and thick stages on the laces, the stuffed starch collar and a white tie. Bright, short and soft hair scraches, like an adult, English direct surge. But his cute face is painfully pale, and it comes from a shortage of air: a little wind is a little more accurate or frost more than six degrees, this is not released for a walk. And if they go to the street, then half an hour before it is wrapped up: hammashi, fur boots, a warm Orenburg handkerchief on the chest, a hat with headphones, a babble, a coat on the gagachy fluff, the squirrels of gloves, clutch ... fails and walking! And certainly leads him by the hand, precisely the little, Long Miss Geners with his red hanging nose, pursed by pimpical mouth and fishing eyes. And at this time we fly along the sidewalk on one wooden ice skate fun, redish, with sweaty happy persons, street boys, or roll each other on the sled, or breaking the icicle from the drain tube, juicy, huddling it. Oh my God! At least once in life try icicle. It must be amazing taste. But is it possible! "Oh, cold! Ah, diphtherite! Ah, microbe! Ah, nasty! "

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The Christmas fairy tale "Poor Prince" Alexander Kurrin finished in the village of Danilovsky in December 1909, and in two weeks it appeared on the pages of the Petersburg newspaper. The main hero of the children's book is a young nobleman of Danya, who presented himself with a enchanted prince in a boring kingdom where you are not playing. Having friendly with "street boys" despite the ban's ban, Danya sang the card, ran away from the city and eating the Malorosiysk sausage.

I.

But his cute face is painfully pale, and it comes from a shortage of air: a little wind is a little more accurate or frost more than six degrees, this is not released for a walk. And if they go to the street, then half an hour before it is wrapped up: hammashi, fur boots, a warm Orenburg handkerchief on the chest, a hat with headphones, a babble, a coat on the gagachy fluff, the squirrels of gloves, clutch ... fails and walking!

And certainly leads him by the hand, precisely the little, Long Miss Geners with his red hanging nose, pursed by pimpical mouth and fishing eyes.

And at this time we fly along the sidewalk on one wooden ice skate fun, redish, with sweaty happy persons, street boys, or roll each other on the sled, or breaking the icicle from the drain tube, juicy, huddling it. Oh my God! At least once in life try icicle. It must be amazing taste. But is it possible! "Oh, cold! Ah, diphtherite! Ah, microbe! Ah, nasty! "

"Oh, these women are me! - Danya sighs, seriously repeating his favorite father's exclamation. - The whole house is full of women - Aunt Katya, Aunt Lisa, Aunt Nina, Mom, Englishwoman ... Women, because these are the same girls, only old ... Ahauty, fuss, love kissing, all frightened - mice, colds, dogs, microbes ... and yes Also consider exactly the girl ... This is him! The protester of the team, the captain of the pirate vessel, and now the famous aviator and the great traveler! Not! It was called, I'll take a sugar, the castle in the bubble of the father's wine, the three rubles and sway the secret Jung to the sailing ship. Money easy to assemble. Dani always has pocket money designed for street charity. "

No, no, all these are dreams, some dreams ... nothing can be done with big, but with women, especially. Now they grab and take away. Here Nnyanka says often: "You are our prince." And the truth, Danya, when was small, thought he was a magical prince, and now grew up and knows that he is a poor, unhappy prince, enchanted living in a boring and rich kingdom.

II.

Danya knows that all this is a defector from the neighboring poor and old house, "street boys" and "bad children", as adults are called: the sons of shoemakers, janitor and laundry. But Danino hearts cold from envy, delight and curiosity. From the nurse he heard about the local ancient southern custom: under Christmas, children in the folds are satisfied with the star and the pearls, go to the houses - familiar and unfamiliar, - the carols and Christmas cilts sing and get in the form of remuneration ham, sausage, pies and all Copper coin.

Madfully bold thought flashes in the head of Dani, - so bold that he even bites the bottom lip, makes big, frightened eyes and goes around. But isn't it not an aviator and not a polar traveler? After all, sooner or later, I will have to frankly to say the father: "You, Dad, don't worry, please, and today I go to my airplane through the ocean." Comparatives with such terrible words, it is slowly and running to the street - the sowful trifles. If only, only, on his happiness, the old fat swiss was not shaking in the front, and would sit in his chamic under the stairs.

He finds a coat and cap in front of the mouth, falling silently in the dark. There is neither a hammash nor gloves, but he is just one minute! It is quite difficult to cope with the American castle mechanism. The leg has broken about the door, the rumble went through the ladder. Thank God, brightly lit front empty. Holding his breath, with a beating heart, Danya, like a mouse, slipping into heavy doors, barely assigning them, and here it is on the street! Black sky, white, slippery gentle, creaking under legs, running light and shadows under the lantern on the sidewalk, tasty smell of winter air, feeling freedom, loneliness and wild courage - all this, like a dream! ..

III

"The bad children" just came out of the gate of the neighboring house, when Danya jumped out into the street. A star floated over the boys, the whole fonded with red, pink and yellow rays, and the smallest of the car beads carried on the hands lit from the inside, made of cardboard and multi-colored tissue paper house - "Merit of the Lord". This kid was no one else like the son of Ievlevsky Kucher. Danya did not know his name, but remembered that this boy was often followed by his father, with a great seriousness, he filmed a hat when Dane happened to pass by a carriage barn or stable.

Star grew up with dance. He was indecisiously surrounded and told the basket:
- Gentlemen, accept me - ah ...
Children stopped. Sorry a bit. Someone said a sipal voice:
- And in what are you lyad?!
And then everyone spoke at once:
- Go, go ... we are not ordinous to be found with you ...
- And not Treka ...
- Also deft ... We have developed eight kopecks ...
- Draws, yes, it's the same Ievlevsky Panych, the guarantee, is it - yours? ..
"OUR! .." Coucher's boy was confirmed with harsh shortness.
- Get up! - resolutely said the first, husky boy. - Damn the company here ...
"Fall yourself," Danya got angry, "My street is here, not yours!"
- And not yours at all, but the state.
- No, mine. MY AND PAPIN.
- And here I will give you on the neck, - then you know whose street ...
- And not dare! .. I will come to my dad ... And he carries you ...
- And I'm not afraid of your dad into St. Papa ... Go, go, I came off. We have a commander's business. You probably did not give money to the star, but we climb ...
"I wanted to give you money ... Whole fifty kopecks so that you take me ... And now I will not give! .. ..
- And all of you are lying! .. You have no fifty kopecks.
- But no - there is! ..
- Show! .. All you are lying ...
Danya blurted with money in his pocket.
- Do you hear? ..
The boys were silent in thought. Finally, the sypret was visited by two fingers and said:
- Well, what ... Let's go to the company. We thought you so, Nasharmaka want! .. Can you sing? ..
- What? ..
- But "Your christmas, Christ, God," ... Combins also ...
"I can," said Danya decisively.

IV

Wonderful was this evening. The star stopped before the illuminated windows, came into all the courtyards, went down to the basements, climbed into the attic. Stopping in front of the door, the leader of the troupe - the oldest boy who recently sees with the nurse, - began with a sipla and bent voice:

Your christmas, Christ God ...

And the remaining ten people picked up the error, not in the tone, but with great enthusiasm:

Allias of Mirov Light Mind ...

Sometimes the door is reckoned, and they were allowed to the front. Then they started a long, almost an endless car bead about how the princess was shown on a cool mountain, as the star fell from the sky, as Christ was nourished, and Herod fought. They endured a sliced \u200b\u200bgenerous hand ring sausage, eggs, bread, pork jelly, a piece of veal. They were not allowed to other houses, but sent some copper coins. The money was hiding the leader in his pocket, and the edible supplies were in one common bag. In other houses on the sounds of singing, the doors quickly swung, some loose fat woman popped up with a broom and screamed:
- Here I am, Lydaki, the hungermen of the lousy ... Gat! .. Kyszy to home!

A huge city, packed in a pointed bump, from the opening whose white, ice mustes were thrown on them.
- Shah are you here, the striks, do you want? .. So I'm in the plot! .. In what exactly right? .. or? ..
And he flooded with his legs and buried a brutal voice.

As a pack of sparrows after a shot, small Christlavr broke out across the street. Highly jumped in the air, drawing a fiery trail, a red star. Dane was terribly terribly and fun galloping from chase, hearing, as his stages are knocking, exactly the hoof of the wild Mustang, in a slippery and wrong sidewalk. Some kind of boy, in the header, at the very ears, distilled, pushed him awkward sideways, and both of the run spilled face in a high snowdrift. Snow immediately stuck in the mouth and nose. It was gentle and soft, like a cold weightless fluff, and touching him to the riswrine cheeks was fresh, poketnoy and sweet.
Only on the corner the boys stopped. City and did not think about them to chase.

So they went around the whole quarter. Went to the shopkeepers, to basement inhabitants, in the dusty. Due to the fact that the frail face and elegant suit of Dani paid the overall attention, he tried to keep behind. But he sang, it seems to be diligent than all, with flavored cheeks and brilliant eyes, intoxicated by air, movement and the unusability of this night vagability. In these blissful, cheerful, living minutes he completely sincerely forgot about later, and about the house, and about Miss Jenurs, and about everything in the world, except for the magic car bead and the Red Star. And with what pleasure he ate on the move a piece of thick Cold Malorosiysk sausage with garlic, from which his teeth were frozen. Never in life did not have anything more tasty!

And therefore, when leaving the bakery, where the star treated with warm jets and sweet strobs, he only faintly and surprised himself, seeing his nose to his nose aunt Nina and Miss Geners, accompanied by Lacey, Swiss, Nanniki and Maid.
- Glory to you Lord, I finally found! .. my God, in what form! Without calico and without a bump! The whole house with the legs got off because of you, the nasty boy!
Slavicors have long been no longer around. As recently from the city, and now they took place in different directions, barely worried a danger, and only a fractional sound of their meal feet was heard.

Aunt Nina - for one hand, Miss Geners - for another led the fugitive home. Mom was in tears - God knows what thoughts came to her for these two hours, when all the homemade heads ran through all the catches of the house, along the neighbors and the near streets. Father was in vain pretended by angry and harsh and completely unsuccessfully hid his joy, seeing his son alive and unharmed. He was not less excited by the disappearance of Dani and had already managed to put all the city police at this time.

With the usual straight line, Dany told his adventures in detail. He threatened the next day with a heavy punishment and sent to change clothes. He went to his little guests washed, fresh, in a new beautiful suit. His cheeks burned from recent excitement, and the eyes have fun shining after the frost. It was very boring to pretend to be a good-acuplicated boy, with good manners and English, but, in conscientiously aligning his recent blame, he cleaned his feet with a foot, kissed the handle in the elderly ladies and condescendingly entertained the smallest kids.

But the air is useful, - said his father, who watched him from published, from the office. - You keep it too much at home locked up. Look, the boy went down, and what is his healthy look! You can not keep the boy all the time in the cotton.
But the ladies have thrown into him so together and said such a bunch of horrors about microbes, diphtherithi, angins and on bad manners, that the father only waved his hands and stained, all wrinkling:
- Pretty, pretty! It will ... Will ... do, as you want ... oh, these women are me! ..