Mikhalkov Sergey Vladimirovich

Feast of Disobedience

Sergei Vladimirovich Mikhalkov

Feast of Disobedience

Tale-tale

"Feast of Disobedience" - a fairy tale story for children and parents. In it, Sergei Mikhalkov summed up his observations, summarized his dear and important thoughts about education, about the relationship between children and adults.

Addressed to young children

This never happened, although it could have been, but if it actually happened, then ... In a word, along the main street of a big city there was little boy, or rather, he did not walk, but he was pulled and dragged by the hand, and he resisted, stamped his feet, fell to his knees, sobbed into three streams and yelled in a voice that was not his own:

I want more ice cream!

And the Kid continued to yell all over the street:

I want more! I want more!

So they reached their house, went up to the top floor and entered the apartment. Here, mother led the Kid into a small room, put her nose in a corner and said sternly:

Stay like this until I forgive you!

What should I do? - asked the Kid, ceasing to roar.

That you are a terrible child! - Mom answered and left the room, locking the door with a key.

The terrible child began to think. At first he thought that chocolate ice cream tastes better than fruit ice cream, and then he thought and decided that if you first eat fruit ice cream and immediately eat it with chocolate, then the taste of chocolate will remain in your mouth, and two servings of ice cream will be in your stomach ... Actually, just because of this, such an ugly scene broke out between him and his mother on the street. He realized that the scene was ugly, because through his tears he saw how passers-by turned around, looked after them, shook their heads and also said:

What a terrible child!

And the Kid began to think about how bad it is to be small and that it is necessary to try to grow up and become big as soon as possible, because everything is possible for big, but nothing is impossible for small. But before he had time to think about it, he heard a knock on the window pane behind him.

The boy didn't turn around. Only when the knocking repeated itself did he cautiously turn his head. To be honest, he thought it was a familiar dove, which he sometimes fed bread crumbs, tapped with its beak. But what a surprise it was when he saw outside the window not a dove, but a real Kite. He was caught on something and now beat in the wind against the window frame.

The boy went to the window, opened it and helped the Serpent to unhook. It was an unusually large and beautiful Kite. It was assembled from strong wooden planks and covered with thick waxed paper on all four sides. He had round blue eyes with brown eyelashes, a purple nose, and an orange mouth. But his main decoration was a long tail.

Thank you, Kid! - suddenly said the Kite, feeling free. - What is your name?

My name is Terrible Child!

And why are you sitting at home?

I was punished.

What have you done?

It's a long story. And my mother punished me.

Eternal history! - sympathetically said the Kite. - I have never met small children in my life who would not be punished by someone. However, I know one place where this is over. I was just about to fly there today, but accidentally caught my tail on this nasty drainpipe.

Take me with you! - asked the Kid.

Why not capture you? The two of us will probably have more fun! Cling to my tail, hold on tight and try not to look down so you don't get dizzy!

Without thinking twice, the boy grabbed the tail of the Kite with both hands, pushed off with both legs from the window sill and in a moment was already flying over the roof of his house, and then over the whole city and over its outskirts, and then over fields and over forests, rivers and lakes, - and from a height he boldly looked down at the ground, and, honestly, he did not feel dizzy at all ...

The clock on the city tower struck midnight.

Dad, mom, grandfather and grandmother stood in the room and silently looked at the sleeping twins - Repka and Turnepka. Sniffing sweetly, they slept soundly in their beds and smiled in their sleep.

Look! - Papa said in a disgruntled whisper. They are still smiling! They must be dreaming about that jar of jam they ate without permission last week...

Or the tube of ultramarine they painted the poor cat with! grumbled the grandfather. He was an artist and did not like it very much when children touched his paints.

It's time! Dad said decisively. - They won't wait for us!

Mom went to the beds and leaned over Repka to kiss him on the forehead.

Do not! Dad said softly. - He can wake up, and then we can't go anywhere.

Grandmother went to her granddaughter's bed and straightened the blanket. At the same time, she imperceptibly wiped away a tear that rolled down her cheek.

This time we must show character ... - grandfather whispered, took a large travel bag, and in the other - a box with his brushes and paints and headed for the door.

Go-go! - Dad said hurriedly and heaved a heavy backpack full of all sorts of things onto his shoulders.

Mom threw two checkered blankets over her arm, grandmother took a wicker basket with knitting, which she never parted with, and all four tiptoed out of the room, closing the door tightly behind them.

The city was asleep. More precisely, only children slept in the city. Sprawled out or curled up on their beds and cots, they slept the deep sleep of babies - having had their fill of running during the day, crying from childhood insults, punished by their parents for whims and disobedience, for bad marks in diaries, for rumpled flower beds and broken window panes with balls, for spoiled things and for other pranks - freckled tattered steppe, similar to red-haired devils, and blond alenushki, reminiscent of angels - with scratches and abrasions on thin knees, who lost their last milk tooth in a fight, clutching toy pistols and dolls to their chest in a dream . Children are like children... And in their sleep they laughed and cried, because some had good, cheerful colorful dreams, while others had disturbing and sad dreams, depending on how they spent the day. But none of them ever dreamed that at this late night time, from all over the city, along wide streets, along narrow alleys and crooked, lampless alleys, their fathers and mothers, grandmothers and grandfathers were stretching in a row towards the city square ...

At twelve o'clock in the morning, the entire adult population of the city gathered in the city square named after the Brave Traveler. Those who only yesterday baked lush pretzels and buns with poppy seeds and raisins in bakeries, who sold multi-colored balls of ice cream on the streets and in pastry shops, who vaccinated children, filled teeth spoiled with sweets, and treated from a constant runny nose. Strict teachers appeared without delay, who with red pencils put bold deuces in their diaries for students in the lesson, and fragrant hairdressers who cut children's hair as their mothers told them.

Tailors and shoemakers, postmen and plumbers, drivers of all types of public transport, sellers of all shops, all watchmen and all janitors came. They came, leaving their sleeping children at home.

Dad, mom, grandparents Repka and Turnepka appeared on the square at the moment when the most father of many children of the city, thin as a stick, Dr. Ukhogorlonos, having climbed onto the pedestal of a historical monument and clasping the bronze leg of the Brave Traveler with one hand, addressed the audience with a speech. His voice broke from excitement, and he continually raised a handkerchief to his eyes.

It is hard for all of us, but we must find the strength in ourselves and fulfill our decision, since we have made it with you! the doctor said. - Let our dear, but rude and lazy, capricious and stubborn children wake up without us! I have thirteen children,” he continued. - I don’t see any gratitude, I only hear from them: “I want!”, “I don’t want!”, “But I will!”, “But I won’t!” I'm tired of fighting and fighting with them! We are all in the same position - we have lost patience. We have only one way out: to hand over the city to children. To our terrible children! Let's not interfere with them. Let them live as they want and do what they want! And we'll see... Thank you for your attention!

Swallowing tears and courageously holding back sobs, the doctor got down from the pedestal and got lost in the crowd. The women sobbed. It was clear from the faces of many men that it was not easy for them either.

The clock on the city tower struck two in the morning, when not a single adult was left in the city...

Repka woke up first. He rubbed his eyes and saw that Turnepka was still sleeping. Then he tore off the blanket from her with one jerk, pulled her bare leg, pinched her heel and showed her his tongue.

No one woke us up, I woke up myself! - Turnip said to his sister. Get up! Or else we might be late for school.

One of the most popular and famous children's writers is S. V. Mikhalkov. "Feast of Disobedience" ( summary works became the subject of this article) is a story with a rather ordinary plot. However, the writer managed to present the long-familiar plot in such an interesting and fascinating form that this fairy tale still remains a favorite among young readers. The essay became the best example children's prose, which is still the standard of the genre.

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Mikhalkov became a real master of youthful and teenage literature. The "Feast of Disobedience", a summary of which we will now consider, tells the story simple boy named Baby. Many see this as a reference to the famous hero of A. Lindgren's fairy tale about Carlson. Both boys are capricious and capricious in their own way. And both works begin with a description of the conflict between children and their parents, and in both cases we are talking about an extra portion of sweets. In the story of Sergei Vladimirovich, the plot is based on the fact that the Kid is trying in the most impolite way to beg for ice cream from his mother, he is refused and punished. They put him in a corner so that he thinks about his behavior, but it wasn’t there: instead of realizing his mistake, the boy begins to dream of starting to live his own way, the way he wants to. And his secret thought miraculously comes true.

Comparison with other fairy tales

The famous Soviet writer S. V. Mikhalkov wrote in a variety of genres. “The Feast of Disobedience”, a brief summary of which will allow schoolchildren to get some idea of ​​\u200b\u200bthe work of this wonderful author, is a story that is on a par with many other tales of a similar kind by other writers. It also contains elements of magic and sounds the appropriate moral that children should listen to their parents. As in other similar works, as a result of the fulfillment of the wrong desire of the protagonist, confusion and confusion begin, during which the characters finally realize their mistake, and if not corrected, then at least decide to live differently. This is how the composition of such well-known works as "The Kingdom of Crooked Mirrors", "The Tale of Lost Time" and many others is built. Therefore, the work of Sergei Vladimirovich should be considered as a continuation of the general literary tradition of creating instructive stories for children.

Development of action

Mikhalkov made a great contribution to the development of children's prose and poetry. "The Feast of Disobedience", a brief summary of which allows you to understand the features of the author's work, is a story that both teaches and entertains. Of course little reader more interesting is the part that tells about the amazing adventures of the Kid, who, on the day of his punishment, met a kite who undertook to take him to a magical land in which all children do what they please. The boy agreed to this journey, and both set off. And here we learn about how the country of disobedience works. Girls and boys do whatever they want. The former put on their mother's lipstick, the latter smoke their father's pipe. At the same time, they eat all sorts of sweets, drink lemonade, soda, draw on houses and fences. In a word, the author paints the country of disobedience as a kind of anarchy, which, however, against the backdrop of realities modern world looks pretty harmless. Anyone modern child such a country will seem something very simple and harmless.

Life in a magical land

One of the most famous works in Soviet literature is the story "The Feast of Disobedience". Sergey Mikhalkov (the summary of the work should reflect the main compositional elements of the story) managed to convey the main idea of ​​the story in a rather easy and relaxed way. When the Kid arrives in the country, he discovers that, despite the freedom and liberty, the children do not live so well. From the constant overeating of sweets, they begin to get sick, but at the same time they do not know how to take care of themselves. Boys who smoke adult cigarettes become ill. The only adult in the city is midget Fantik, who works in a circus and tries to help naughty children as much as possible.

Story Climax

The summary of the book “The Feast of Disobedience” by Mikhalkov must necessarily include a description of the main event in the book, and this is the recognition and understanding by children of the fact that they cannot live without their parents. Perhaps this scene carries the main semantic load. The author is quite touching words describes how these children decide to write a letter to their parents asking them to come and educate them, because they cannot do without them. Under the guidance of Fantik, the children begin to prepare for the arrival of their parents. Thus, the time of disorder passes, and the city again settles normal life. The kid again finds himself in his room, and the returning mother announces to him that she forgives him.

The meaning of the story

The story in question was published in 1971. According to the memoirs of the writer, the idea matured in him for a very long time. When the title for the tale was found, the work went like clockwork, and he finished his new story for two months. It was published first in the famous magazine " New world”, and after a while appeared on the pages of the popular children's publication Pioneer. The fact that the work was published for the first time in one of the most serious and leading publications proves that the work was highly appreciated by the editors. The same appreciation was given to him subsequently by readers.

One of the most beloved children's writers is Sergei Vladimirovich Mikhalkov. “The Feast of Disobedience” is a story whose title had a certain impact on the social life of our country. The name has even become a proverb and is used as a common noun in relation to various events. The author himself said that he wanted to create an essay for both adults and children. According to him, he wanted to show the detrimental effects of anarchy and the positive aspects of a reasonable routine of human society.

Readers' opinions

One of the most successful tales of the writer was the story "The Feast of Disobedience". Mikhalkov Sergey Vladimirovich, whose reviews of the composition also deserve special attention, always knew how to interest the public with an original approach to old stories. This is noted by readers, saying that the author was able to give a new meaning to the traditional story, which is familiar from childhood, probably to every child. All of them write that the story is distinguished by amazing sincerity and warmth, despite the sharp humor and caustic sarcasm of the author about the disobedience taking place in the country. Many liked the inclusion of poetic lines in the story, which, in their opinion, give the text more liveliness and enthusiasm. Thus, even today one of the recognized writers is Sergey Mikhalkov. "The Feast of Disobedience" is a fairy tale that is in demand even today, despite the fact that the realities of the life of modern teenagers are very different from Soviet times.

Mikhalkov Sergey Vladimirovich

Feast of Disobedience

Tale-tale

This never happened, although it could have happened, but if it actually happened, then ... In a word, a little boy was walking along the main street of a big city, or rather, he didn’t walk, but he was pulled and dragged by the hand, and he he resisted, stamped his feet, fell on his knees, sobbed into three streams and yelled in a voice that was not his own:

I want more ice cream!

And the Kid continued to yell all over the street:

I want more! I want more!

So they reached their house, went up to the top floor and entered the apartment. Here, mother led the Kid into a small room, put her nose in a corner and said sternly:

Stay like this until I forgive you!

What should I do? - asked the Kid, ceasing to roar.

That you are a terrible child! - Mom answered and left the room, locking the door with a key.

The terrible child began to think. At first he thought that chocolate ice cream tastes better than fruit ice cream, and then he thought and decided that if you first eat fruit ice cream and immediately eat it with chocolate, then the taste of chocolate will remain in your mouth, and two portions of ice cream will be in your stomach ... Actually, just because of this, such an ugly scene broke out between him and his mother on the street. He realized that the scene was ugly, because through his tears he saw how passers-by turned around, looked after them, shook their heads and also said:

What a terrible child!

And the Kid began to think about how bad it is to be small and that it is necessary to try to grow up and become big as soon as possible, because everything is possible for big, but nothing is impossible for small. But before he had time to think about it, he heard a knock on the window pane behind him. The boy didn't turn around. Only when the knocking repeated itself did he cautiously turn his head. To be honest, he thought it was a familiar dove, which he sometimes fed bread crumbs, tapped with its beak. But what was his surprise when he saw outside the window not a dove, but a real Kite. He was caught on something and now beat in the wind against the window frame.

The boy went to the window, opened it and helped the Serpent to unhook. It was an unusually large and beautiful Kite. It was assembled from strong wooden planks and covered with thick waxed paper on all four sides. He had painted round blue eyes with brown eyelashes, a purple nose, and an orange mouth. But his main decoration was a long tail.

Thank you, Kid! - suddenly said the Kite, feeling free. - What is your name?

My name is Terrible Child!

And why are you sitting at home?

I was punished.

What have you done?

It's a long story. And my mother punished me.

Eternal history! - sympathetically said the Kite. - I have never met small children in my life who would not be punished by someone. However, I know one place where this is over. I was just about to fly there today, but I accidentally caught my tail on this nasty drainpipe.

Take me with you! - asked the Kid.

Why not capture you? The two of us will probably have more fun! Cling to my tail, hold on tight and try not to look down so you don't get dizzy!

Without thinking twice, the boy grabbed the tail of the Kite with both hands, pushed off the window sill with both legs, and in a moment was already flying over the roof of his house, and then over the whole city and its outskirts, and then over fields and over forests, rivers and lakes, and with height, he boldly looked down at the ground, and, honestly, he did not feel dizzy at all ...

The clock on the city tower struck midnight.

Dad, mom, grandfather and grandmother stood in the room and silently looked at the sleeping twins - Repka and Turnepka.

Sniffing sweetly, they slept soundly in their beds and smiled in their sleep.

Look! - Papa said in a disgruntled whisper. They are still smiling! They must be dreaming about that jar of jam they ate last week without asking...

Or the tube of ultramarine they painted the poor cat with! grumbled the grandfather. He was an artist and did not like it very much when children touched his paints.

It's time! Dad said decisively. - They won't wait for us!

Mom went to the beds and leaned over Repka to kiss him on the forehead.

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This never happened, although it could have happened, but if it actually happened, then ... In a word, a little boy was walking along the main street of a big city, or rather, he didn’t walk, but he was pulled and dragged by the hand, and he he resisted, stamped his feet, fell on his knees, sobbed into three streams and yelled in a voice that was not his own:
- I want more ice cream!
- I won't buy it again! - his mother repeated in a calm voice, holding the Kid tightly by the hand. - I won't buy it again!

And the Kid continued to yell all over the street:
- I want more! I want more!
So they reached their house, went up to the top floor and entered the apartment. Here, mother led the Kid into a small room, put her nose in a corner and said sternly:
"You will stay like this until I forgive you!"
- What should I do? - asked the Kid, ceasing to roar.
- Think!
- About what?
- That you're a terrible child! - Mom answered and left the room, locking the door with a key.
The terrible child began to think. At first he thought that chocolate ice cream tastes better than fruit ice cream, and then he thought and decided that if you first eat fruit ice cream and immediately eat it with chocolate, then the taste of chocolate will remain in your mouth, and two portions of ice cream will be in your stomach ... Actually, just because of this, such an ugly scene broke out between him and his mother on the street. He realized that the scene was ugly, because through his tears he saw how passers-by turned around, looked after them, shook their heads and also said:
What a terrible child!

And the Kid began to think about how bad it is to be small and that it is necessary to try to grow up and become big as soon as possible, because everything is possible for big, but nothing is impossible for small. But before he had time to think about it, he heard a knock on the window pane behind him. The boy didn't turn around. Only when the knocking repeated itself did he cautiously turn his head. To be honest, he thought it was a familiar dove, which he sometimes fed bread crumbs, tapped with its beak. But what was his surprise when he saw outside the window not a dove, but a real Kite. He was caught on something and now beat in the wind against the window frame.
The boy went to the window, opened it and helped the Serpent to unhook. It was an unusually large and beautiful Kite. It was assembled from strong wooden planks and covered with thick waxed paper on all four sides. He had painted round blue eyes with brown eyelashes, a purple nose, and an orange mouth. But his main decoration was a long tail.
- Thank you, Kid! - suddenly said the Kite, feeling free. - What is your name?
My name is Terrible Child!
- Why are you sitting at home?
- I was punished.
- What have you done?
- It's a long story. And my mother punished me.
- Eternal history! - sympathetically said the Kite. - I have never met small children in my life who would not be punished by someone. However, I know one place where this is over. I was just about to fly there today, but I accidentally caught my tail on this nasty drainpipe.
- Take me with you! - asked the Kid.
- Why don't you get caught? The two of us will probably have more fun! Cling to my tail, hold on tight and try not to look down so you don't get dizzy!
Without thinking twice, the boy grabbed the tail of the Kite with both hands, pushed off with both legs from the window sill, and in a moment was already flying over the roof of his house, and then over the whole city and over its outskirts, and then over fields and over forests, rivers and lakes, and from a height, he boldly looked down at the ground, and, honestly, he did not feel dizzy at all ...
The clock on the city tower struck midnight. Dad, mom, grandfather and grandmother stood in the room and silently looked at the sleeping twins - Repka and Turnepka. Sniffing sweetly, they slept soundly in their beds and smiled in their sleep.
- Look! - Papa said in a disgruntled whisper. They are still smiling! They must be dreaming about that jar of jam they ate last week without asking...

“Or the tube of ultramarine they used to paint the poor cat!” grumbled the grandfather. He was an artist and did not like it very much when children touched his paints.
- It's time! Dad said decisively. - They won't wait for us!
Mom went to the beds and leaned over Repka to kiss him on the forehead.
- Do not! Dad said softly. - He can wake up, and then we can't go anywhere.
Grandmother went to her granddaughter's bed and straightened the blanket. At the same time, she imperceptibly wiped away a tear that rolled down her cheek.
- This time we must show character ... - grandfather whispered, took a large travel bag in one hand, and a box with his brushes and paints in the other, and headed for the door.

- Go-go! - Dad said hurriedly and heaved a heavy backpack full of all sorts of things onto his shoulders.
Mom threw two checkered blankets over her arm, grandmother took a wicker basket with knitting, which she never parted with, and all four tiptoed out of the room, closing the door tightly behind them.
… The city was asleep. More precisely, only children slept in the city. Sprawled out or curled up on their beds and cots, they slept the deep sleep of babies - having had their fill of running during the day, crying from childhood insults, punished by their parents for whims and disobedience, for bad marks in diaries, for rumpled flower beds and broken window panes with balls, for spoiled things and for other pranks - freckled tattered steppe, similar to red-haired devils, and blond alenushki, reminiscent of angels, with scratches and abrasions on thin knees, who lost their last milk tooth in a fight, clutching toy pistols and talking dolls to their chest in a dream .

Year of writing: 1971

Genre: story

Main characters: Toddler and other children, Fantik- circus dwarf

Plot

In a certain city, capricious and naughty children lived, they often took offense at their parents because they were forbidden a lot. And one night all the parents disappeared from the city, and the children were left to themselves and could do anything.

The next morning, the children gorged themselves on ice cream and painted all the windows, sidewalks and shop windows with paint. Nobody lived by the rules. And only Fantik, the only adult in the city, tried to somehow establish order.

But soon the children who received their freedom began to miss the lessons at school and their parents. Someone fell ill, someone was offended, but the children themselves did not yet know how to properly organize their life. And then they wrote a letter in verse to their relatives, so that they would return and promise to behave well from now on.

Conclusion (my opinion)

This is, in my opinion, a very useful book that both adults and children should read. It is very funny and interesting, but it makes you think a lot.